Hey all!
Thanks so much for reviewing. It means a lot to me. Watch out, the characters are a bit OOC in this chapter, and the language is kinda strong. And the images it evokes are, well, disturbing if you picture the characters as the actors who play them in the movie. Just a friendly warning. Thanks again!!!!
~Manisha~
Hot. Incredibly sexy, and downright arousing. And that suit? Severus had NOT been expecting it. He, and the other staff members had been expecting a severe, Minerva-like Speedo, probably with long pants, and long sleeves, like he ones worn in the Olympics. After all, she was transfiguring the suit to be whatever way she wanted it to be, and she could have been, well, a leetle bit more predictable. But no. Here she was in a two piece bathing suite with a strapless tube top and a thong. A THONG. Minerva McGonagall was wearing a THONG. And it looked GOOD on her. The idea was EXTREMELY disturbing. 'But hey,' thought Severus. 'A pretty woman is a pretty woman, even if she is old enough to be your mother.' Minerva walked seductively to the table, and approached her staring male colleagues. "I'm sooo thirsty," she purred. "Do you handsome gents have anything for me to drink?"
Severus decided to play along. "I do, but you might have to kneel here to get it." He pointed at the ground in front of his feet. Minerva was puzzled for a moment, and then a wave of disgust rolled across her expressive face as she comprehended the sexual meaning of the statement.
"Snape, you are disgusting," she whispered underneath her breath, before turning to Lupin, a flirtatious smile on her face. "What about you?" She flipped her hair, which hung loose down her back, and half turned, showing a part of her bare backside covered only by the see-through material of her sarong. Lupin smiled. He knew how to play, even if Snape didn't.
"Of course, pretty maiden. Let me help you to a seat." He deliberately placed an arm around her waste, and pulled a chair out for her, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and blush becomingly. Severus strongly suspected that whatever amusing tidbit that Lupin had so gladly shared was about him, judging by the way they would look at him, and the at each other, before laughing. He decided to get his own back.
"I hope you are enjoying yourself, my lycanthropic friend, with a woman twice your age, but I doubt Black will be pleased when he finds that you have been cheating on him with a fifty-year-old in a thong. I am sure that you should be content looking at him in a thong, although I must say, that would be rather an unpleasant sight."
Lupin growled. "I am not gay. It's more likely that you are, since everyone knows that you go into the boy's quarters in Slytherin every night. I just hope that your bed partner is young Mr. Malfoy, unless you would stoop to the level of making love to Crabbe or Goyle. I don't put anything past you."
Severus was about to strike him VERY hard when Dumbledore's mild voice interfered. "Stop it, my boys. Minerva, come sit by me. I don't want you to get injured as they fight over your love."
Minerva colored prettily. "Thank you Albus. I would rather sit with you. These men are not my type. I never liked younger men." She sat beside Dumbledore, and stroked his arm and hair, as the old man blushed and looked pleased. The two men watched him with jealousy from the other side of the table, and both vowed to get her in their bed by the end of the day.
Minerva McGonagall was walking down the cold stone hallway. She was livid at the idea of wearing a swimsuit, but she had decided that she should show off her body when she had the chance, and not give her colleagues a chance to laugh at her. The looks that Snape and Lupin gave her, however, was disconcerting, to say the least. Minerva began realizing how frightening it was to be stalked. She shivered at the thought of it. Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder, which pushed her roughly into a dark corner. "I know you want me," said a familiar deep voice. Snape! What was he doing? He started kissing her. He pushed her off, disgusted, and slapped him.
"What are you doing, Snape? You must be mad. You know what, I think that I should give you a makeover anyway. I kept my part of the bargain, but you tried to rape me, and that was NOT part of the deal." Minerva muttered something under her breath, and took out her wand, aiming it at his startled face. "Cosmetica!" He felt invisible hands on his face and hair, and flinched. McGonagall clapped him on the shoulder. "Much better. Here's a mirror." Snape took it apprehensively. He saw-
AN: I heard you liked my last cliffie, so I made another one for all of you! Heehee.
Thanks so much for reviewing. It means a lot to me. Watch out, the characters are a bit OOC in this chapter, and the language is kinda strong. And the images it evokes are, well, disturbing if you picture the characters as the actors who play them in the movie. Just a friendly warning. Thanks again!!!!
~Manisha~
Hot. Incredibly sexy, and downright arousing. And that suit? Severus had NOT been expecting it. He, and the other staff members had been expecting a severe, Minerva-like Speedo, probably with long pants, and long sleeves, like he ones worn in the Olympics. After all, she was transfiguring the suit to be whatever way she wanted it to be, and she could have been, well, a leetle bit more predictable. But no. Here she was in a two piece bathing suite with a strapless tube top and a thong. A THONG. Minerva McGonagall was wearing a THONG. And it looked GOOD on her. The idea was EXTREMELY disturbing. 'But hey,' thought Severus. 'A pretty woman is a pretty woman, even if she is old enough to be your mother.' Minerva walked seductively to the table, and approached her staring male colleagues. "I'm sooo thirsty," she purred. "Do you handsome gents have anything for me to drink?"
Severus decided to play along. "I do, but you might have to kneel here to get it." He pointed at the ground in front of his feet. Minerva was puzzled for a moment, and then a wave of disgust rolled across her expressive face as she comprehended the sexual meaning of the statement.
"Snape, you are disgusting," she whispered underneath her breath, before turning to Lupin, a flirtatious smile on her face. "What about you?" She flipped her hair, which hung loose down her back, and half turned, showing a part of her bare backside covered only by the see-through material of her sarong. Lupin smiled. He knew how to play, even if Snape didn't.
"Of course, pretty maiden. Let me help you to a seat." He deliberately placed an arm around her waste, and pulled a chair out for her, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and blush becomingly. Severus strongly suspected that whatever amusing tidbit that Lupin had so gladly shared was about him, judging by the way they would look at him, and the at each other, before laughing. He decided to get his own back.
"I hope you are enjoying yourself, my lycanthropic friend, with a woman twice your age, but I doubt Black will be pleased when he finds that you have been cheating on him with a fifty-year-old in a thong. I am sure that you should be content looking at him in a thong, although I must say, that would be rather an unpleasant sight."
Lupin growled. "I am not gay. It's more likely that you are, since everyone knows that you go into the boy's quarters in Slytherin every night. I just hope that your bed partner is young Mr. Malfoy, unless you would stoop to the level of making love to Crabbe or Goyle. I don't put anything past you."
Severus was about to strike him VERY hard when Dumbledore's mild voice interfered. "Stop it, my boys. Minerva, come sit by me. I don't want you to get injured as they fight over your love."
Minerva colored prettily. "Thank you Albus. I would rather sit with you. These men are not my type. I never liked younger men." She sat beside Dumbledore, and stroked his arm and hair, as the old man blushed and looked pleased. The two men watched him with jealousy from the other side of the table, and both vowed to get her in their bed by the end of the day.
Minerva McGonagall was walking down the cold stone hallway. She was livid at the idea of wearing a swimsuit, but she had decided that she should show off her body when she had the chance, and not give her colleagues a chance to laugh at her. The looks that Snape and Lupin gave her, however, was disconcerting, to say the least. Minerva began realizing how frightening it was to be stalked. She shivered at the thought of it. Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder, which pushed her roughly into a dark corner. "I know you want me," said a familiar deep voice. Snape! What was he doing? He started kissing her. He pushed her off, disgusted, and slapped him.
"What are you doing, Snape? You must be mad. You know what, I think that I should give you a makeover anyway. I kept my part of the bargain, but you tried to rape me, and that was NOT part of the deal." Minerva muttered something under her breath, and took out her wand, aiming it at his startled face. "Cosmetica!" He felt invisible hands on his face and hair, and flinched. McGonagall clapped him on the shoulder. "Much better. Here's a mirror." Snape took it apprehensively. He saw-
AN: I heard you liked my last cliffie, so I made another one for all of you! Heehee.