Title: Little Shop of Horrors
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters. Last night I dreamed that Snape was a Jedi Master. I think I need therapy-I like Star Wars, but I never considered myself a die hard fan. Scary. Anyway, onto the fic.
Young Ginny Weasley was behind the counter of Dominatrix Delights, last shop before exiting Hogsmeade, when the bell clanged. At first, Ginny paid no attention to the customer because a new shipment of Trilling Panties needed to be counted and recorded before displaying them. When Ginny finally looked up from the paperwork, she was a tad surprised to see Draco Malfoy browsing the aisles.
Malfoy nodded to her, and continued to eye the lacy teddies most keenly. Ginny remembered hearing somewhere that Pansy adored lace. Maybe Pansy's birthday was coming up. Maybe Draco just wanted to fuck Pansy's brains out, and had a lace fetish.
"Is there something I can help you with," inquired Ginny, her curiosity deeply aroused. She wanted the details on Draco's and Pansy's little love affair. Hermione would simply die-it was well known that Hermione had an odd fixation concerning Malfoy and a leather bit.
Draco shook his head. "Oh no, I'm good," he replied, sounding perfectly at ease. Malfoy, a real ladies man.
Ginny began stocking the Trilling Panties, and Malfoy continued to browse. He was now examining the various erotic scents. Prowling amongst the beautiful assorted bottles, Malfoy would pick one at random, open it, and inhale deeply. Each time he did so, Malfoy would smile a perverted, dreamy smile, and stare upward in pure rapture. Ginny thought this was kind of weird, but hey, to each to his own.
The bell clanged again, this time announcing Professor McGonagall's entrance. Ginny immediately forgot Malfoy, and tried not to stare at the Transfiguration Professor.
"Miss Weasley, would you point me in the direction of the Surprise Size-Changing Dildoes?" McGonagall used the same voice as though she were in class and checking to see if you were paying attention or not.
Ginny pointed toward the back. "Aisle five." She secretly thought that McGonagall had very good taste indeed. Ginny turned back to stocking the display, and found Malfoy, a look encompassing the very essence of ectasy, rubbing a pair of pearlescent Trilling Panties across his cheek. At length, Ginny found her voice.
"Are you going to buy those?"
Malfoy smirked. "Nope." He replaced the panties and moved on.
McGonagall's firm tone boomed from the back of the store, "Miss Weasley, would you send someone back here to-assist me with these?"
Ginny blanched, then pointed her wand to her throat. "Sonarus. Customer needs assistance on aisle five. Oh, and we need more Fantasy Fuck Fun Kits up at the front. They're flying off the shelves!"
Returning to her station behind the counter, Ginny hummed while straightening the displays of impulse items. In the midst of giving the very cheap cock rings (seven Knuts apiece) a quick polishing, Ginny was distracted yet again by the bell. Ginny dropped her wand when none other than Albus Dumbledore, the illustrious Headmaster of Hogwarts, walked into Dominatrix Delights.
"P-P-Professor, w-what-?"
"Oh, I just love visting new shops," announced Dumbledore as though he were in a museum, or some other more appropriate place.
Just then, Malfoy approached the counter with a Random Sex-Changing Inflatable Doll, one of the Lockhart edition.
"Aren't you going to buy any clothes for it?"
Malfoy smirked. "Why bother?"
"Miss Weasley," shouted McGonagall's rather strained voice from the back of the store, "would you be so kind as to call another assistant?"
Ginny sighed and pointed the wand to her throat. "Customer needs *another* assistant on aisle five. We're running low on Aphrodesiac Saucey Punch on aisle two."
Ginny was reflecting on how weird the day was becoming as she restocked the Fantasy Fuck Fun Kits. The cover showed a scantily clad man wearing undies and a cheesy grin, pulling a Cat-O-Nine-Tails and a midget in a jester costume out of the box, while a scantily clad woman looked on, smiling with both hands on her face to emphasize her surprise.
"Hey Ginny," shouted Keith, another store assistant, who was busy with the Aphrodesiac Saucey Puncy, "customer needs in the dressing room."
Without hardly looking, Ginny went over and pointed her wand at the lock on the dressing room door. "Alohamora." Two aisles over, where the dildoes were displayed, Professor McGonagall sounded very enthusiastic.
"Oh yes! They're all so wonderful, I just can't decide!"
Merlin's beard! She, Ginny, was surrounded by perverts. Oh well, at least she got paid for it.
Ron and Harry stopped in for a brief visit. Both purchased a bottle of Gilderoy Lockhart's Special Tickle-Tingly Lubricant. Ginny filled them in on Malfoy's inflatable random sex-changing doll. Ron snorted.
"Wonder if Pansy knows about Malfoy's new friend?"
"Must be a Slytherin thing," added Harry, and the two friends departed with their purchases and very preoccupied visages.
Dumbledore calmly approached the counter. "Miss Weasley, I was wondering if I might speak with the manager."
"Sure." Ginny summoned the manager, and hoped he'd be quick about it. She felt very uncomfortable surrounded by so much sexual perversion with the Headmaster of her school. Indeed, Ginny felt her cheeks beging to grow hot. Fortunately, the manager swept into view.
"What do you want," Snape snapped at Ginny, who pointed to Dumbledore.
"Ah, Severus, what do you think of this?" Dumbledore dropped his robe to reveal a red lace and satin teddie embroidered with gold fringe, fishnet hose, a garter belt, and red high heels. Ginny tried not to stare at the gold tassles dangling from Dumbledore's nipples. She felt horrible for doing so, but couldn't *not* stare.
For once in his life, Snape looked genuinely shocked. He just stared. In truth, the man looked rather frightened.
"This is the Serepentine Seductress ensemble," Dumbledore informed Snape. "Should I go with this or a nice french maid outfit?"
"Miss Weasley," said Snape, not taking his eyes off Dumbledore, "why did I decide to take this job, again?"
"I believe it was the fifty percent discount off Dr. Underall's complete series of The Art of Spanking, Professor."
Dumbledore looked positively delighted upon hearing this.
"Why, Severus, I had no idea you appreciated the beauty of bum smacking! You must let me borrow those books sometime."
Around this time, Neville walked in looking quite uneasy.
"Merlin's beard! I didn't know it could get *that* big," exclaimed McGonagall from aisle five.
Neville blanched upon hearing this, and looked faint when he saw Professor Dumbledore in a "dirty shop".
"Hi, Neville," greeted Ginny. "What's up?"
Neville swallowed. "Gran wants me to pick her up a Fantasy Fuck Fun Kit."
"Another one," snapped Snape. "Longbottom, that's the twelfth one in two days. Does the woman sleep?"
Neville shrugged. "She says no two are alike and-and, I think she's becoming addicted! I hear the most terrible noises coming from her room."
Snape smirked. Neville's grandmum marched into Dominatrix Delights, looking most displeased. Now it was the others turn to smirk, for she was wearing her lacy green dress and trademark vulture-topped hat. Snape frowned. Dumbledore chuckled softly behind his hand.
"Neville, what is taking you so long? I told you not to look at anything."
"Sorry, Gran. Um-is this one all right?"
"Albus Dumbledore," shrieked Neville's grandmother, upon spotting the Headmaster.
Dumbledore bowed. "Madame. How are you this fine day?"
"Red is simply *not* your color," replied Neville's grandmum haughtily.
"I am entirely open to any suggestions you might have," said Dumbledore graciously.
"Well, let's see what we can find." Together, the two old people went to the clothing racks.
Neville's curiosity overwhelmed his horror. When his gran wasn't looking, he purchased a cock ring. Ginny promised to help him put it to good use. Neville beamed, for he had scored, and also put one over on the old woman. He felt very naughty, indeed. Snape shuddered at the implications. If Ron Weasley weren't always busy fucking Harry Potter's brains out, he would notice his little sister's bad taste in boys.
"Severus Snape!" barked Neville's gran in a stern voice. "Put this on!" She tossed a black leather vest at him.
Snape caught it and frowned. "I will not. Not during store hours."
"Oh yes, you will. I am a customer, and you, as manager, must do whatever it takes to see that I am happy. Now, put that vest on."
Snape frowned, and slowly took off his robes.
"And the shirt," prompted Neville's gran.
Slowly, slowly, Snape unbuttoned and pulled off his black shirt. He was very white, and rather thin. 'He'd look better if he had a bit of color to him,' thought Ginny.
"Why, Severus, that looks wonderful on you," commented Dumbledore, as Snape put the black leather vest on.
"Happy now," he coldly inquired of Neville's grandmum.
The worthy matron responded by flinging a skimpy black leather thong at him. Snape's jaw dropped.
"I will *not* wear that *thing* in front of all these people."
Neville's grandmum pointed at the dressing room. "If you insist on being modest, you may change in private."
Ginny unlocked the door with the aid of her wand, and watched Snape expectantly with the others. Snape eyed them as though they were crazy.
"This is *not* my style. Not at all! Miss Weasley is too young to-."
"Oh come off it, Severus," interjected Dumbledore with a laugh. "Everyone knows Miss Weasley is every boy's darling at Hogwarts. You need to get more fun out of life."
Outnumbered, Snape trudged into the dressing room, and slowly closed the door. McGonagall rushed up to the counter with her arms full.
"I'll take five of these!" She plopped the Surprise Size-Changing Dildoes into the counter. While Ginny rang up her order, McGonagall watched Neville's gran hand Dumbledore a gauzy negligee in a nice blue that matched his eyes.
"Severus Snape, we are waiting," said Neville's grandmum in her firm voice.
"I'm cold! This is the most degrading-."
"Hush, and come out!"
The dressing room door squeaked open, and Severus Snape emerged in all his leather clad glory. He looked very sulky as he glared at Neville's gran *and* at Neville.
"Your legs are skinny."
"Shut up, Minerva!"
"That thong fits you like a dream, Severus Snape," breathed Neville's grandmum. "Turn around. Go on."
With a face that would melt glass, Snape obeyed.
"Oh, look at that tight little ass," exclaimed Neville's gran. "You need a leash to go with that, Severus Snape."
Minerva looked most amused upon hearing this comment, and smiled into her hand as an assistant was sent off to get a few designer leashes. Neville was absolutely bedazzled by his Gran's dominating of the horrible Potions Master. Neville looked at her with a newfound respect. Ginny was practically bursting with all the new information she had to tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Ten minutes later there was truely a sight to behold inside the little boutique: Severus Snape, on his hands and knees, with the Headmaster riding astride him wearing the pretty gauzy blue negligee, black nylons, a garter belt, and blue high heels to match; using a leather leash as a rein.
"I don't believe this," stated Snape, almost monotone with shock at his current circumstances.
"I believe I would like a riding crop," announced Dumbledore politely.
Ginny sent an assistant to find a suitable riding crop for the Headmaster. Neville's gran stood with McGonagall, admiring the tableau from afar, hands clasped together in adoration. Minerva stood with the big smirk on her face. After all, it had been a very long time since either woman had seen a man in his thirties wearing so little, and in such a compromising position. Neville was speechless. Never again, would he look at Professor Snape in quite the same way.
"Whee! This is fun," giggled Dumbledore, swatting Snape's ass with the riding crop. "Go faster!"
"Oh, my knees," groaned Snape, picking up speed.
"I'll fix that." With a flick of Dumbldore's wand, Snape now sported some mean-looking knee pads, black, of course. "Now go, horsie, go! Whee!"
Thank you for visiting Dominatrix Delights, last ship before exiting Hogsmeade. We hope to see you again soon!
~FIN~
A/N: I had to end it there-I was laughing too hard to write anymore. I kind of like this one. How about you?
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters. Last night I dreamed that Snape was a Jedi Master. I think I need therapy-I like Star Wars, but I never considered myself a die hard fan. Scary. Anyway, onto the fic.
Young Ginny Weasley was behind the counter of Dominatrix Delights, last shop before exiting Hogsmeade, when the bell clanged. At first, Ginny paid no attention to the customer because a new shipment of Trilling Panties needed to be counted and recorded before displaying them. When Ginny finally looked up from the paperwork, she was a tad surprised to see Draco Malfoy browsing the aisles.
Malfoy nodded to her, and continued to eye the lacy teddies most keenly. Ginny remembered hearing somewhere that Pansy adored lace. Maybe Pansy's birthday was coming up. Maybe Draco just wanted to fuck Pansy's brains out, and had a lace fetish.
"Is there something I can help you with," inquired Ginny, her curiosity deeply aroused. She wanted the details on Draco's and Pansy's little love affair. Hermione would simply die-it was well known that Hermione had an odd fixation concerning Malfoy and a leather bit.
Draco shook his head. "Oh no, I'm good," he replied, sounding perfectly at ease. Malfoy, a real ladies man.
Ginny began stocking the Trilling Panties, and Malfoy continued to browse. He was now examining the various erotic scents. Prowling amongst the beautiful assorted bottles, Malfoy would pick one at random, open it, and inhale deeply. Each time he did so, Malfoy would smile a perverted, dreamy smile, and stare upward in pure rapture. Ginny thought this was kind of weird, but hey, to each to his own.
The bell clanged again, this time announcing Professor McGonagall's entrance. Ginny immediately forgot Malfoy, and tried not to stare at the Transfiguration Professor.
"Miss Weasley, would you point me in the direction of the Surprise Size-Changing Dildoes?" McGonagall used the same voice as though she were in class and checking to see if you were paying attention or not.
Ginny pointed toward the back. "Aisle five." She secretly thought that McGonagall had very good taste indeed. Ginny turned back to stocking the display, and found Malfoy, a look encompassing the very essence of ectasy, rubbing a pair of pearlescent Trilling Panties across his cheek. At length, Ginny found her voice.
"Are you going to buy those?"
Malfoy smirked. "Nope." He replaced the panties and moved on.
McGonagall's firm tone boomed from the back of the store, "Miss Weasley, would you send someone back here to-assist me with these?"
Ginny blanched, then pointed her wand to her throat. "Sonarus. Customer needs assistance on aisle five. Oh, and we need more Fantasy Fuck Fun Kits up at the front. They're flying off the shelves!"
Returning to her station behind the counter, Ginny hummed while straightening the displays of impulse items. In the midst of giving the very cheap cock rings (seven Knuts apiece) a quick polishing, Ginny was distracted yet again by the bell. Ginny dropped her wand when none other than Albus Dumbledore, the illustrious Headmaster of Hogwarts, walked into Dominatrix Delights.
"P-P-Professor, w-what-?"
"Oh, I just love visting new shops," announced Dumbledore as though he were in a museum, or some other more appropriate place.
Just then, Malfoy approached the counter with a Random Sex-Changing Inflatable Doll, one of the Lockhart edition.
"Aren't you going to buy any clothes for it?"
Malfoy smirked. "Why bother?"
"Miss Weasley," shouted McGonagall's rather strained voice from the back of the store, "would you be so kind as to call another assistant?"
Ginny sighed and pointed the wand to her throat. "Customer needs *another* assistant on aisle five. We're running low on Aphrodesiac Saucey Punch on aisle two."
Ginny was reflecting on how weird the day was becoming as she restocked the Fantasy Fuck Fun Kits. The cover showed a scantily clad man wearing undies and a cheesy grin, pulling a Cat-O-Nine-Tails and a midget in a jester costume out of the box, while a scantily clad woman looked on, smiling with both hands on her face to emphasize her surprise.
"Hey Ginny," shouted Keith, another store assistant, who was busy with the Aphrodesiac Saucey Puncy, "customer needs in the dressing room."
Without hardly looking, Ginny went over and pointed her wand at the lock on the dressing room door. "Alohamora." Two aisles over, where the dildoes were displayed, Professor McGonagall sounded very enthusiastic.
"Oh yes! They're all so wonderful, I just can't decide!"
Merlin's beard! She, Ginny, was surrounded by perverts. Oh well, at least she got paid for it.
Ron and Harry stopped in for a brief visit. Both purchased a bottle of Gilderoy Lockhart's Special Tickle-Tingly Lubricant. Ginny filled them in on Malfoy's inflatable random sex-changing doll. Ron snorted.
"Wonder if Pansy knows about Malfoy's new friend?"
"Must be a Slytherin thing," added Harry, and the two friends departed with their purchases and very preoccupied visages.
Dumbledore calmly approached the counter. "Miss Weasley, I was wondering if I might speak with the manager."
"Sure." Ginny summoned the manager, and hoped he'd be quick about it. She felt very uncomfortable surrounded by so much sexual perversion with the Headmaster of her school. Indeed, Ginny felt her cheeks beging to grow hot. Fortunately, the manager swept into view.
"What do you want," Snape snapped at Ginny, who pointed to Dumbledore.
"Ah, Severus, what do you think of this?" Dumbledore dropped his robe to reveal a red lace and satin teddie embroidered with gold fringe, fishnet hose, a garter belt, and red high heels. Ginny tried not to stare at the gold tassles dangling from Dumbledore's nipples. She felt horrible for doing so, but couldn't *not* stare.
For once in his life, Snape looked genuinely shocked. He just stared. In truth, the man looked rather frightened.
"This is the Serepentine Seductress ensemble," Dumbledore informed Snape. "Should I go with this or a nice french maid outfit?"
"Miss Weasley," said Snape, not taking his eyes off Dumbledore, "why did I decide to take this job, again?"
"I believe it was the fifty percent discount off Dr. Underall's complete series of The Art of Spanking, Professor."
Dumbledore looked positively delighted upon hearing this.
"Why, Severus, I had no idea you appreciated the beauty of bum smacking! You must let me borrow those books sometime."
Around this time, Neville walked in looking quite uneasy.
"Merlin's beard! I didn't know it could get *that* big," exclaimed McGonagall from aisle five.
Neville blanched upon hearing this, and looked faint when he saw Professor Dumbledore in a "dirty shop".
"Hi, Neville," greeted Ginny. "What's up?"
Neville swallowed. "Gran wants me to pick her up a Fantasy Fuck Fun Kit."
"Another one," snapped Snape. "Longbottom, that's the twelfth one in two days. Does the woman sleep?"
Neville shrugged. "She says no two are alike and-and, I think she's becoming addicted! I hear the most terrible noises coming from her room."
Snape smirked. Neville's grandmum marched into Dominatrix Delights, looking most displeased. Now it was the others turn to smirk, for she was wearing her lacy green dress and trademark vulture-topped hat. Snape frowned. Dumbledore chuckled softly behind his hand.
"Neville, what is taking you so long? I told you not to look at anything."
"Sorry, Gran. Um-is this one all right?"
"Albus Dumbledore," shrieked Neville's grandmother, upon spotting the Headmaster.
Dumbledore bowed. "Madame. How are you this fine day?"
"Red is simply *not* your color," replied Neville's grandmum haughtily.
"I am entirely open to any suggestions you might have," said Dumbledore graciously.
"Well, let's see what we can find." Together, the two old people went to the clothing racks.
Neville's curiosity overwhelmed his horror. When his gran wasn't looking, he purchased a cock ring. Ginny promised to help him put it to good use. Neville beamed, for he had scored, and also put one over on the old woman. He felt very naughty, indeed. Snape shuddered at the implications. If Ron Weasley weren't always busy fucking Harry Potter's brains out, he would notice his little sister's bad taste in boys.
"Severus Snape!" barked Neville's gran in a stern voice. "Put this on!" She tossed a black leather vest at him.
Snape caught it and frowned. "I will not. Not during store hours."
"Oh yes, you will. I am a customer, and you, as manager, must do whatever it takes to see that I am happy. Now, put that vest on."
Snape frowned, and slowly took off his robes.
"And the shirt," prompted Neville's gran.
Slowly, slowly, Snape unbuttoned and pulled off his black shirt. He was very white, and rather thin. 'He'd look better if he had a bit of color to him,' thought Ginny.
"Why, Severus, that looks wonderful on you," commented Dumbledore, as Snape put the black leather vest on.
"Happy now," he coldly inquired of Neville's grandmum.
The worthy matron responded by flinging a skimpy black leather thong at him. Snape's jaw dropped.
"I will *not* wear that *thing* in front of all these people."
Neville's grandmum pointed at the dressing room. "If you insist on being modest, you may change in private."
Ginny unlocked the door with the aid of her wand, and watched Snape expectantly with the others. Snape eyed them as though they were crazy.
"This is *not* my style. Not at all! Miss Weasley is too young to-."
"Oh come off it, Severus," interjected Dumbledore with a laugh. "Everyone knows Miss Weasley is every boy's darling at Hogwarts. You need to get more fun out of life."
Outnumbered, Snape trudged into the dressing room, and slowly closed the door. McGonagall rushed up to the counter with her arms full.
"I'll take five of these!" She plopped the Surprise Size-Changing Dildoes into the counter. While Ginny rang up her order, McGonagall watched Neville's gran hand Dumbledore a gauzy negligee in a nice blue that matched his eyes.
"Severus Snape, we are waiting," said Neville's grandmum in her firm voice.
"I'm cold! This is the most degrading-."
"Hush, and come out!"
The dressing room door squeaked open, and Severus Snape emerged in all his leather clad glory. He looked very sulky as he glared at Neville's gran *and* at Neville.
"Your legs are skinny."
"Shut up, Minerva!"
"That thong fits you like a dream, Severus Snape," breathed Neville's grandmum. "Turn around. Go on."
With a face that would melt glass, Snape obeyed.
"Oh, look at that tight little ass," exclaimed Neville's gran. "You need a leash to go with that, Severus Snape."
Minerva looked most amused upon hearing this comment, and smiled into her hand as an assistant was sent off to get a few designer leashes. Neville was absolutely bedazzled by his Gran's dominating of the horrible Potions Master. Neville looked at her with a newfound respect. Ginny was practically bursting with all the new information she had to tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Ten minutes later there was truely a sight to behold inside the little boutique: Severus Snape, on his hands and knees, with the Headmaster riding astride him wearing the pretty gauzy blue negligee, black nylons, a garter belt, and blue high heels to match; using a leather leash as a rein.
"I don't believe this," stated Snape, almost monotone with shock at his current circumstances.
"I believe I would like a riding crop," announced Dumbledore politely.
Ginny sent an assistant to find a suitable riding crop for the Headmaster. Neville's gran stood with McGonagall, admiring the tableau from afar, hands clasped together in adoration. Minerva stood with the big smirk on her face. After all, it had been a very long time since either woman had seen a man in his thirties wearing so little, and in such a compromising position. Neville was speechless. Never again, would he look at Professor Snape in quite the same way.
"Whee! This is fun," giggled Dumbledore, swatting Snape's ass with the riding crop. "Go faster!"
"Oh, my knees," groaned Snape, picking up speed.
"I'll fix that." With a flick of Dumbldore's wand, Snape now sported some mean-looking knee pads, black, of course. "Now go, horsie, go! Whee!"
Thank you for visiting Dominatrix Delights, last ship before exiting Hogsmeade. We hope to see you again soon!
~FIN~
A/N: I had to end it there-I was laughing too hard to write anymore. I kind of like this one. How about you?