If truth is stranger than fiction, then where are the flying monkeys?
I own nothing. Not Rocky, not the song, not the potterverse, and not Snape, damn it all to hell.
Chapter Four: Let Me Entertain you
Let me entertain you
A rather wicked curve to her picture perfect pouty red lips here as she caressed the microphone slowly. A Soft, husky voice like wine and sin filled the Great Hall. Satin clad hips slowly swung in time to the music and Lilly white breasts swelled out enticingly out from the tight bodice. This was certainly a bit more than merely entertaining.
Let me make you smile
Several boys were already smiling as Hermione unclasped her necklace slowly, letting it trail down into her bodice before she threw it at the crowd. It landed at the feet of Professor Snape who picked it up and studied it thoughtfully.
Let me do a few tricks
A raunchy call from a sixth year slithering boy followed. "I've got a trick for you right here, baby," was silenced by a glare from Snape. "You will respect the lady or you will answer to me," was all he needed to say and the boy's mouth puckered shut tighter than a snare drum
Some old and then some new tricks
She peeled off a glove agonizingly slow and threw it into the awaiting throng. A Hufflepuff boy nearly fainted in ecstasy when it landed on his head. Several nearby Ravenclaws looked on with jealousy.
"There's a new trick for you. Never thought I'd see Mione do that." Ron gulped. Harry nodded in enthusiastic agreement. Ginny tweaked his hair playfully. "And who said you were allowed to look, Potter?" She spoke in a mock stern voice and Harry gulped. Hermione had created a monster. An incredibly sexy monster, but a monster nonetheless.
I'm very.. versatile
"Apparently" chuckled Dumbledore. A shocked looking McGonagle stared at her favorite student in a rather amusing mix of horror and amazement. Since when had quiet, biddable, studious Hermione known had to do a strip- tease? Another glove followed and there was a sudden rush of male bodies to claim it as a trophy. A mad struggle ensued. No one came out unharmed. Hermione climbed down off the stage and patted a few boys on the head and stopped in front of professor Snape. She extended her hand, inviting him to dance. He inclined his head, accepting her invitation.
And if you're real good I'll make you feel good I'd want your spirit to climb
She crooned into Snape's ear, secretly enjoying the feel of her professor's strong lean, body against her own, never mind that there were yards and yards of black fabric between them. Lords, the man smelled good.
So let me entertain you We'll have a real good time Yes sir! We'll have... A real good time!
They danced around a bit more, Hermione still singing in that honey silk tone that was driving every boy in hearing radius happily insane, her arms around Snape's neck before they stopped. Snape took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently and lingeringly before releasing it. She climbed slowly onto the stage pausing here and there to tease an enthralled admirer. Catcalls and whistles nearly drowned out her voice. Several boys standing on chairs trying to get a better look at her toppled off their precarious perches due to leaning too far over and forgetting that they were standing on chairs to begin with. Hermione stood at the microphone, crooning into it, carressing it as she would a lover, her hips moving to the music.
And if you're real good I'll make you feel good I want your spirit to climb
Hermione shimmied around, running her hands down her body suggestively and Ron muttered something about making something else climb instead.
Let me entertain you And well have a real good time, yes, sir! We'll have...
There was a dramatic pause and Hermione clasped her hands to her heaving buxom. Singing and dancing was a breathtaking exercise, mind you.
A real good time!
After singing the last, triumphant note, Hermione conjured a mink wrap around her shoulders and held up her Bodice. She had taken the damned thing off without anyone noticing! Head held high, mink stole around her shoulders and covering up her improper bits, Hermione turned her now bare back to the audience and walked offstage. She looked like a queen. A half- naked, out of breath queen, but a queen nonetheless.
*****
Hermione quickly changed back into her regular school clothes, hoping to make a quick exit before her newfound public discovered her whereabouts and demanded an encore. Honestly, you took off a pair of gloves in front of some people and suddenly hormones take over. Really now, it wasn't all that sexual. They just thought it was. Ok, so maybe she had made them think that, but that was beside the point.
"That was an.inspired performance, Ms. Granger. I believe that was the most chaste strip tease I have ever had the dubious pleasure of witnessing." A sardonic voice said silkily behind her
She blushed scarlet from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. Not to be daunted, she raised her head and smiled at him with still-red, still perfectly breathtaking lips. "Thank you, Professor Snape. I'm glad you found it so.entertaining."
"Oh, I did Miss Granger. I truly did. I find it hard to believe you could be so.err.charming." He said. His tone suggested that he found her to be something more than charming.
"I'm sure you found it very.hard indeed, sir." Double entendres could be very amusing weapons when in the proper hands. And those hands just happened to be Hermione's. And Snape's of course.
"You have no idea." Wasn't sarcasm just the greatest invention ever? Besides socks, of course. Socks and Sarcasm. The twin forces that make the world go around. Or was that puppies?
"You could give me an idea, sir." Hermione hadn't really meant to say that. But damn it, she had said it anyway. Shut up mouth or I'll stab you with a toothbrush! He raised an eyebrow at her and she gulped. Didn't the man have any idea how good he smelled? And he danced divinely, and his hair really wasn't so greasy, come to think of it.Now was NOT the time! Bad Girl! Down! Down, I say! Maybe that was taking things a bit too far. But he had smelled so nice when they had danced and he really was quite muscular, under all that fabric.
"You wouldn't know what to do with that idea if it bit you on the arse, girl." Snape's voice was amused and thoroughly condescending. Hermione took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"You could always teach me what to do with that.idea.sir." Ok, that was definitely taking things too far. She looked up at him through thick lashed, trying to look as innocent as possible. It worked. Snape threw back his head and laughed.
Sensing that this conversation could suddenly turn into something both highly improper and highly enticing, Professor Snape wisely changed the subject. "You had better run for it if you want to escape your fan club. If that deafening roar I hear is them, then you have about twenty seconds before they mob you." Snape checked around the corner. "Yes. It is indeed them. Hmm. Goyle's winning."
Hermione yelped and made a mad dash for the large doors, hoping to reach the safety of her rooms before the Mad admirers caught up with her. Snape chuckled quietly as he witnessed her sudden, ungraceful departure.
I love subtle sex scenarios and the literary locution of alliteration. I also have a thing for the way guys smell. I'm sorry, but I like the way most guys smell. It's all musky and great and I love it. All my guy friends have really great scents and every time I see them I just sniff them. It's really funny because after a while, they get tired of me sniffing their neck and they try to get rid of me, and I grab on like a leech. Most of my guy friends are gay. Maybe that's why they smell so good. Next chapter: TEACHER AUDITIONS!
Aren't I evil?
Be kind, Review.
P.S. Sorry this chapter was so short, but I just thought hat was the perfect way to end it and I couldn't really make a smooth transition into the next scene I had in mind. And anyway, I just had to put it out there for everyone to read. Thank you to all the wonderful reviewers. You are so awesome.
Über special thanks go to SilentG, without whom this chapter would not have been possible. SilentG, You rock my socks. All of them. In their entirety. Even the cool green racer stripe ones. (SilentG provided me with a link to the lyrics, in case you were wondering.)
Thank you and enjoy the show. o_0
I own nothing. Not Rocky, not the song, not the potterverse, and not Snape, damn it all to hell.
Chapter Four: Let Me Entertain you
Let me entertain you
A rather wicked curve to her picture perfect pouty red lips here as she caressed the microphone slowly. A Soft, husky voice like wine and sin filled the Great Hall. Satin clad hips slowly swung in time to the music and Lilly white breasts swelled out enticingly out from the tight bodice. This was certainly a bit more than merely entertaining.
Let me make you smile
Several boys were already smiling as Hermione unclasped her necklace slowly, letting it trail down into her bodice before she threw it at the crowd. It landed at the feet of Professor Snape who picked it up and studied it thoughtfully.
Let me do a few tricks
A raunchy call from a sixth year slithering boy followed. "I've got a trick for you right here, baby," was silenced by a glare from Snape. "You will respect the lady or you will answer to me," was all he needed to say and the boy's mouth puckered shut tighter than a snare drum
Some old and then some new tricks
She peeled off a glove agonizingly slow and threw it into the awaiting throng. A Hufflepuff boy nearly fainted in ecstasy when it landed on his head. Several nearby Ravenclaws looked on with jealousy.
"There's a new trick for you. Never thought I'd see Mione do that." Ron gulped. Harry nodded in enthusiastic agreement. Ginny tweaked his hair playfully. "And who said you were allowed to look, Potter?" She spoke in a mock stern voice and Harry gulped. Hermione had created a monster. An incredibly sexy monster, but a monster nonetheless.
I'm very.. versatile
"Apparently" chuckled Dumbledore. A shocked looking McGonagle stared at her favorite student in a rather amusing mix of horror and amazement. Since when had quiet, biddable, studious Hermione known had to do a strip- tease? Another glove followed and there was a sudden rush of male bodies to claim it as a trophy. A mad struggle ensued. No one came out unharmed. Hermione climbed down off the stage and patted a few boys on the head and stopped in front of professor Snape. She extended her hand, inviting him to dance. He inclined his head, accepting her invitation.
And if you're real good I'll make you feel good I'd want your spirit to climb
She crooned into Snape's ear, secretly enjoying the feel of her professor's strong lean, body against her own, never mind that there were yards and yards of black fabric between them. Lords, the man smelled good.
So let me entertain you We'll have a real good time Yes sir! We'll have... A real good time!
They danced around a bit more, Hermione still singing in that honey silk tone that was driving every boy in hearing radius happily insane, her arms around Snape's neck before they stopped. Snape took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently and lingeringly before releasing it. She climbed slowly onto the stage pausing here and there to tease an enthralled admirer. Catcalls and whistles nearly drowned out her voice. Several boys standing on chairs trying to get a better look at her toppled off their precarious perches due to leaning too far over and forgetting that they were standing on chairs to begin with. Hermione stood at the microphone, crooning into it, carressing it as she would a lover, her hips moving to the music.
And if you're real good I'll make you feel good I want your spirit to climb
Hermione shimmied around, running her hands down her body suggestively and Ron muttered something about making something else climb instead.
Let me entertain you And well have a real good time, yes, sir! We'll have...
There was a dramatic pause and Hermione clasped her hands to her heaving buxom. Singing and dancing was a breathtaking exercise, mind you.
A real good time!
After singing the last, triumphant note, Hermione conjured a mink wrap around her shoulders and held up her Bodice. She had taken the damned thing off without anyone noticing! Head held high, mink stole around her shoulders and covering up her improper bits, Hermione turned her now bare back to the audience and walked offstage. She looked like a queen. A half- naked, out of breath queen, but a queen nonetheless.
*****
Hermione quickly changed back into her regular school clothes, hoping to make a quick exit before her newfound public discovered her whereabouts and demanded an encore. Honestly, you took off a pair of gloves in front of some people and suddenly hormones take over. Really now, it wasn't all that sexual. They just thought it was. Ok, so maybe she had made them think that, but that was beside the point.
"That was an.inspired performance, Ms. Granger. I believe that was the most chaste strip tease I have ever had the dubious pleasure of witnessing." A sardonic voice said silkily behind her
She blushed scarlet from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. Not to be daunted, she raised her head and smiled at him with still-red, still perfectly breathtaking lips. "Thank you, Professor Snape. I'm glad you found it so.entertaining."
"Oh, I did Miss Granger. I truly did. I find it hard to believe you could be so.err.charming." He said. His tone suggested that he found her to be something more than charming.
"I'm sure you found it very.hard indeed, sir." Double entendres could be very amusing weapons when in the proper hands. And those hands just happened to be Hermione's. And Snape's of course.
"You have no idea." Wasn't sarcasm just the greatest invention ever? Besides socks, of course. Socks and Sarcasm. The twin forces that make the world go around. Or was that puppies?
"You could give me an idea, sir." Hermione hadn't really meant to say that. But damn it, she had said it anyway. Shut up mouth or I'll stab you with a toothbrush! He raised an eyebrow at her and she gulped. Didn't the man have any idea how good he smelled? And he danced divinely, and his hair really wasn't so greasy, come to think of it.Now was NOT the time! Bad Girl! Down! Down, I say! Maybe that was taking things a bit too far. But he had smelled so nice when they had danced and he really was quite muscular, under all that fabric.
"You wouldn't know what to do with that idea if it bit you on the arse, girl." Snape's voice was amused and thoroughly condescending. Hermione took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"You could always teach me what to do with that.idea.sir." Ok, that was definitely taking things too far. She looked up at him through thick lashed, trying to look as innocent as possible. It worked. Snape threw back his head and laughed.
Sensing that this conversation could suddenly turn into something both highly improper and highly enticing, Professor Snape wisely changed the subject. "You had better run for it if you want to escape your fan club. If that deafening roar I hear is them, then you have about twenty seconds before they mob you." Snape checked around the corner. "Yes. It is indeed them. Hmm. Goyle's winning."
Hermione yelped and made a mad dash for the large doors, hoping to reach the safety of her rooms before the Mad admirers caught up with her. Snape chuckled quietly as he witnessed her sudden, ungraceful departure.
I love subtle sex scenarios and the literary locution of alliteration. I also have a thing for the way guys smell. I'm sorry, but I like the way most guys smell. It's all musky and great and I love it. All my guy friends have really great scents and every time I see them I just sniff them. It's really funny because after a while, they get tired of me sniffing their neck and they try to get rid of me, and I grab on like a leech. Most of my guy friends are gay. Maybe that's why they smell so good. Next chapter: TEACHER AUDITIONS!
Aren't I evil?
Be kind, Review.
P.S. Sorry this chapter was so short, but I just thought hat was the perfect way to end it and I couldn't really make a smooth transition into the next scene I had in mind. And anyway, I just had to put it out there for everyone to read. Thank you to all the wonderful reviewers. You are so awesome.
Über special thanks go to SilentG, without whom this chapter would not have been possible. SilentG, You rock my socks. All of them. In their entirety. Even the cool green racer stripe ones. (SilentG provided me with a link to the lyrics, in case you were wondering.)
Thank you and enjoy the show. o_0
