Filch was busy with another student's detention so Spire would be serving hers under Snape's supervision, scrubbing the floor of the potion's classroom while he graded papers.
So in response to this knowledge Spire had stuffed herself into the shortest Gryffindor skirt she could find (compliments of Ginny Weasley), unbottoned her blouse enough to show cleavage and left her robes behind for her detention that night. She'd also slipped on a pair of frilly white princess breifs underwear so that when she bent over on all fours to scrub the floor enough of her ass would be shown to be apropriate for a centerfold. Snape would be getting quite the view. She just hoped he'd take the bait.
Faye had disaproved and threatened to tell her parents several times but Destiny had finally managed to convince her to let Spire crash and burn if it were the case.
So that's how Spire found herself an hour later in Snape's dungeon, doing her best to get Snape's attention by waving her ass in his face . . . and failing miserably. The man sat there completely ignoring her, smiling with an insane glee as he marked incorrect answers like mad on some poor Hufflepuff's essay.
This however, was NOT to defeat the ambitious young girl. She decided to take a more aggressive aproach and started scrubbing harder on the floor, groaning with the effort.
As her back was facing the stern professor, Spire didn't notice him raising an eyebrow at her obvious behavior or favor her with an amused smirk before turning back to his grading.
"Are you quite alright Ms. Summers?"
Spire turned back to look at him and glared upon seeing that he hadn't even looked up at her.
"Yes, Professor Snape, I'm fine."
"Oh, pity, because I dare say you sound like a dying pig with all the grunting you're doing."
Spire turned red with anger and went back to scrubbing, trying to make her moans slightly less dramatic.
After another ten minutes had passed she had another idea. It was cheesy and over done but it just might work. She stood and picked up her bucket to move to the other side of the classroom and pretended to slip on the wetfloor.
"OH! Ow! My leg!" She cried as she fell to the floor in a dramatic pile. 'Damn that really did hurt,' she thought glaring down at her now injured leg, meanwhile completely missing the suppressed laughter of her teacher.
"Numbus," Snape muttered pointing his want at her hurt leg. When Spire looked up she saw that his eyes STILL had not left the paper he was grading. "Try to be more careful in future Ms. Summers. You may go. I do believe your time is up, and we couldn't have you breaking anything else before you return to Gryffindor, could we?"
Enraged she glared at the oblivious man and stormed out of the room. It wasnt until she was long gone that the sound of Snape's laughter echoed around the room.
So in response to this knowledge Spire had stuffed herself into the shortest Gryffindor skirt she could find (compliments of Ginny Weasley), unbottoned her blouse enough to show cleavage and left her robes behind for her detention that night. She'd also slipped on a pair of frilly white princess breifs underwear so that when she bent over on all fours to scrub the floor enough of her ass would be shown to be apropriate for a centerfold. Snape would be getting quite the view. She just hoped he'd take the bait.
Faye had disaproved and threatened to tell her parents several times but Destiny had finally managed to convince her to let Spire crash and burn if it were the case.
So that's how Spire found herself an hour later in Snape's dungeon, doing her best to get Snape's attention by waving her ass in his face . . . and failing miserably. The man sat there completely ignoring her, smiling with an insane glee as he marked incorrect answers like mad on some poor Hufflepuff's essay.
This however, was NOT to defeat the ambitious young girl. She decided to take a more aggressive aproach and started scrubbing harder on the floor, groaning with the effort.
As her back was facing the stern professor, Spire didn't notice him raising an eyebrow at her obvious behavior or favor her with an amused smirk before turning back to his grading.
"Are you quite alright Ms. Summers?"
Spire turned back to look at him and glared upon seeing that he hadn't even looked up at her.
"Yes, Professor Snape, I'm fine."
"Oh, pity, because I dare say you sound like a dying pig with all the grunting you're doing."
Spire turned red with anger and went back to scrubbing, trying to make her moans slightly less dramatic.
After another ten minutes had passed she had another idea. It was cheesy and over done but it just might work. She stood and picked up her bucket to move to the other side of the classroom and pretended to slip on the wetfloor.
"OH! Ow! My leg!" She cried as she fell to the floor in a dramatic pile. 'Damn that really did hurt,' she thought glaring down at her now injured leg, meanwhile completely missing the suppressed laughter of her teacher.
"Numbus," Snape muttered pointing his want at her hurt leg. When Spire looked up she saw that his eyes STILL had not left the paper he was grading. "Try to be more careful in future Ms. Summers. You may go. I do believe your time is up, and we couldn't have you breaking anything else before you return to Gryffindor, could we?"
Enraged she glared at the oblivious man and stormed out of the room. It wasnt until she was long gone that the sound of Snape's laughter echoed around the room.