A/N- Thanks again for the reviews! As you know it is my 1st fic and to be honest, not sure where it is going myself!
The reviews really mean a lot!
Disclaimer- I'm just playing in the world of Harry Potter, I had no hand in the making of it!
Chapter 4- There's no accounting for taste!
Severus sat in the large arm chair in Dumbledore's office, nibbling (against his will) a Bertie Botts bean, the flavour of which he determined the flavour to be either rum or fanny batter! (Either way, YUM!)
"So, Severus old boy, what bring you up to see me this magical evening?" slurred the old wizard.
Severus began surmising that everyone in the God damn castle was pissed on a Friday night!
"Headmaster, I have just bore witness to a rather sickening display of rule breaking in the Gryffindor common room, and I have…." his words were cut off….
"..aahh yes, the karaoke competition, a splendid idea!"
"I beg your pardon? Sir, the students were for one, gambling their own money. Two, flaunting themselves in front of one another, probably trying to lure each other into bed, and 3, they were using magic outside of the classroom, as such…………"
"Oh Severus, do you not remember your old school days? Days of frolicking and frivolities spent down in the Slytherin common room? I remember Headmaster Dippet finding you and Miss Danson, in a rather compromising position!"
Severus went a rather nice shade of coral!
"Be that as it may, these students have broken at least 3 school rules and I demand to know what is to be done about it!"
Albus contemplated the idea. He knew the younger wizard was right, but he could not help laugh inwardly at how easily the students wound him up these days.
"You are right Severus, and you know what we shall do about it?"
"Yes? Headmaster?"
His answer was not heard, he turned around and found that the old man had passed out, on top of an old bottle of fire whiskey!
Severus grunted, and stormed out of the office, back towards the dungeons.
As Albus opened his eyes, he giggled. Oh he knew exactly what was to be done about this competition.
He grabbed his box of floo powder, and yelled out "Who's round is it? THE THREE BROOMSTICKS!"
Once there he found Poppy propping the bar up, and an unconscious Minerva in a very interesting position with her gentleman friend.
"Everythink okk Albuz? Nofin serious at vur castle I 'ope? Asked Poppy
"Oh yes my dear. There is to be a karaoke competition next month between the 4 house 7th years!"
"Oh I do an excellent Tom Jones!" chirped an every so tipsy Hagrid.
The pub was silenced by this image!
"By the way Minerva, Severus ate that ball of fanny batter! 5 galleons please?!"
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On his way back to the dungeons Severus was left feeling very annoyed, and he had a funny taste in his mouth!
He was itching to run into perhaps a wimpy little Hufflepuff or a nervous Ravenclaw to take it out on them.
He knew he would not run into a Gryffindor after tonight's performance. None of them would be that stupid!
Or would they?
He heard foot steps behind him, scurrying foot steps. Whoever it was had heard him and was making a hasty retreated back to their dorms.
He followed the noise, right through the corridor, up to the 3rd floor. Whoever it was knew that this place was out of bounds.
He pulled out his wand and whispered a spell, "Lumos". A light shone over a very dark corner of the corridor.
It was Peeves.
"Damn it!" he muttered!
"I need a drink. If you can't beat them you might as well join them!"
Severus also decided that should the castle be over run with death eaters, the school, stood no chance. They were all bladdered!
As he approach the steps to the dungeons, he was not prepared for the sight that hit him.
His luck had come in!
It was Hermione, sat on the window sill looking out over the lake.
The moon light was playing gently with her strong roman features. Once again, she was breath taking.
'So, the silly little Gryffindor wants to play with fire does she?'
He crept up behind her, he was going to enjoy making her squirm!
"Your cloak slipped!" he purred into her ear lobe.
She jumped as high has Trelawney tower!
"Prrooffesor I didn't hear you approach!"
"Oh I bet you didn't! Now, tell me what is the meaning of this little mid-night excursion? I'm beginning to think you enjoy being reprimanded my myself!"
"Well, I was, erm. That is, I was just erm…" she stuttered, suddenly jumping down from the sill.
"A weeks detention for you, commencing tomorrow. DON'T be late!"
"Yes sir." She mumble as she walked back to Gryffindor tower.
Severus kind of felt sorry for her.
He knew she was just taking in the last few months of her surroundings. He did the same thing.
But he was certain she was very intelligent witch, that he could expect greatness from.
At what cost, he wondered.
He headed back to the dungeons for a well earned drink.
Hermione arrived back at her room, and slipped back into bed.
After reprimanding herself for getting caught she drifted off into a deep sleep.
A peaceful slumber, filled with dreams about a certain tall, dark, handsome stranger!
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Please read and review!
Sorry if that gag about the fanny batter bean offended, I couldn't help myself!
A few of you have asked me to make this longer and I am trying but it takes me ages!
I am also back to work tomorrow so the updating may come a bit slower! Sorry!
Lea x
The reviews really mean a lot!
Disclaimer- I'm just playing in the world of Harry Potter, I had no hand in the making of it!
Chapter 4- There's no accounting for taste!
Severus sat in the large arm chair in Dumbledore's office, nibbling (against his will) a Bertie Botts bean, the flavour of which he determined the flavour to be either rum or fanny batter! (Either way, YUM!)
"So, Severus old boy, what bring you up to see me this magical evening?" slurred the old wizard.
Severus began surmising that everyone in the God damn castle was pissed on a Friday night!
"Headmaster, I have just bore witness to a rather sickening display of rule breaking in the Gryffindor common room, and I have…." his words were cut off….
"..aahh yes, the karaoke competition, a splendid idea!"
"I beg your pardon? Sir, the students were for one, gambling their own money. Two, flaunting themselves in front of one another, probably trying to lure each other into bed, and 3, they were using magic outside of the classroom, as such…………"
"Oh Severus, do you not remember your old school days? Days of frolicking and frivolities spent down in the Slytherin common room? I remember Headmaster Dippet finding you and Miss Danson, in a rather compromising position!"
Severus went a rather nice shade of coral!
"Be that as it may, these students have broken at least 3 school rules and I demand to know what is to be done about it!"
Albus contemplated the idea. He knew the younger wizard was right, but he could not help laugh inwardly at how easily the students wound him up these days.
"You are right Severus, and you know what we shall do about it?"
"Yes? Headmaster?"
His answer was not heard, he turned around and found that the old man had passed out, on top of an old bottle of fire whiskey!
Severus grunted, and stormed out of the office, back towards the dungeons.
As Albus opened his eyes, he giggled. Oh he knew exactly what was to be done about this competition.
He grabbed his box of floo powder, and yelled out "Who's round is it? THE THREE BROOMSTICKS!"
Once there he found Poppy propping the bar up, and an unconscious Minerva in a very interesting position with her gentleman friend.
"Everythink okk Albuz? Nofin serious at vur castle I 'ope? Asked Poppy
"Oh yes my dear. There is to be a karaoke competition next month between the 4 house 7th years!"
"Oh I do an excellent Tom Jones!" chirped an every so tipsy Hagrid.
The pub was silenced by this image!
"By the way Minerva, Severus ate that ball of fanny batter! 5 galleons please?!"
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On his way back to the dungeons Severus was left feeling very annoyed, and he had a funny taste in his mouth!
He was itching to run into perhaps a wimpy little Hufflepuff or a nervous Ravenclaw to take it out on them.
He knew he would not run into a Gryffindor after tonight's performance. None of them would be that stupid!
Or would they?
He heard foot steps behind him, scurrying foot steps. Whoever it was had heard him and was making a hasty retreated back to their dorms.
He followed the noise, right through the corridor, up to the 3rd floor. Whoever it was knew that this place was out of bounds.
He pulled out his wand and whispered a spell, "Lumos". A light shone over a very dark corner of the corridor.
It was Peeves.
"Damn it!" he muttered!
"I need a drink. If you can't beat them you might as well join them!"
Severus also decided that should the castle be over run with death eaters, the school, stood no chance. They were all bladdered!
As he approach the steps to the dungeons, he was not prepared for the sight that hit him.
His luck had come in!
It was Hermione, sat on the window sill looking out over the lake.
The moon light was playing gently with her strong roman features. Once again, she was breath taking.
'So, the silly little Gryffindor wants to play with fire does she?'
He crept up behind her, he was going to enjoy making her squirm!
"Your cloak slipped!" he purred into her ear lobe.
She jumped as high has Trelawney tower!
"Prrooffesor I didn't hear you approach!"
"Oh I bet you didn't! Now, tell me what is the meaning of this little mid-night excursion? I'm beginning to think you enjoy being reprimanded my myself!"
"Well, I was, erm. That is, I was just erm…" she stuttered, suddenly jumping down from the sill.
"A weeks detention for you, commencing tomorrow. DON'T be late!"
"Yes sir." She mumble as she walked back to Gryffindor tower.
Severus kind of felt sorry for her.
He knew she was just taking in the last few months of her surroundings. He did the same thing.
But he was certain she was very intelligent witch, that he could expect greatness from.
At what cost, he wondered.
He headed back to the dungeons for a well earned drink.
Hermione arrived back at her room, and slipped back into bed.
After reprimanding herself for getting caught she drifted off into a deep sleep.
A peaceful slumber, filled with dreams about a certain tall, dark, handsome stranger!
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Please read and review!
Sorry if that gag about the fanny batter bean offended, I couldn't help myself!
A few of you have asked me to make this longer and I am trying but it takes me ages!
I am also back to work tomorrow so the updating may come a bit slower! Sorry!
Lea x