"Delightful Detention"
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and concepts.
Hermione's black six inch stiletto heels clicked all through her apprehensive trek down into the dungeon. Cold air instantly hit her legs and whooshed up her black, lacy, low-cut dress upon entering the familiar classroom. There were no vats of dead things or signs of pickling serum, which struck Hermione as a good sign. But where was Snape? Hermione strained to see in the dim torchlight.
"Hermione," squeaked a familiar voice.
"What the-?" Hermione looked around. Ginny Weasley came rushing at her from an unknow location, scaring the be-jesus out of Hermione.
"Ginny! What are you doing down here?" Hermione noted that the small red head wore a sparkling green teddy, glittery green pumps and a black feather boa. "Do you have detention as well?"
Ginny giggled. "You could say that."
"Miss Weasley!" Snape stalked out of his office in all his leather clad glory. "You aren't here to socialize."
Ginny pouted. "But you said I could ride the pony."
"I don't care! Put that bow back in your hair."
"It makes me look too girlish."
"That's the point, Miss Weasley."
Ginny grumbled as she put a sparkling green bow in her vivid red hair, angling it coquettishly.
"Miss Granger, put those manacles down! They're not for you. Honestly, I feel more and more like a babysitter these days."
"Can we go and see the ponies now?"
"Dammit, Miss Weasley! I am going to throw a saddle over your back and ride *you* over to see the ponies if you do not shut your mouth this instant! Do you drink vodka, Miss Granger?"
"Sometimes."
"Good. Take this." Snape tossed a leash at Hermione, who examined it in bewilderment.
"What's this for?"
Snape actually smiled, and he looked ugly as sin in a very *good* way. "We're going to play Dungeon Master."
"Oh!" Ginny jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "Can I ride the Wheel Of Love this time, Professor?"
"You're too young, Miss Weasley! Sit out here and make sure Mr. Malfoy doesn't sneak down and try to make off with my French Tickler collection. Follow me, Miss Granger."
With a small shrug Hermione followed Snape into his office. Oh what an office it was! More like a sexual obstacle course than some stuffy old room Snape used to grade papers in.
"Professor?"
"What is it?"
"Why is that metal bar hanging from the ceiling?"
"Funny you should ask, Miss Granger. You are going to chain me to that bar...eventually."
"I am?"
"Yes!"
"Then what?"
Snape's black eyes fixed Hermione with a piercing stare. "Then you are going to beat me."
A smile slowly unfurled across Hermione Granger's face...
Ginny's P.O.V
Professor Snape could be such an ass! Leaving her out here like this without any erotica or magical vibrators with which to amuse herself. Ginny slumped on the burgundy velvet stool and swung her feet, examining her black fishnet hose, wondering what time it was. She lit up a cigarette and exhaled slowly, hoping Draco Malfoy *would* sneak down into the dungeon. Why *couldn't* she ride the Wheel Of Love? She had all but reinacted the tree rape scene from "The Evil Dead" for Professor Snape. He was a very difficult man to please.
The crack of Snape's bullwhip snapped through the air, instantly making Ginny sit to attention.
"Mother of God! YES!" shrieked Snape in a a very strained tone.
Ooooh, it sounded like he'd been an especially naughty Dungeon Master this time! Really it was such a fun game to play: The Dungeon Master kidnapped young maidens and locked them down in the dungeon to ravage at his leisure. The young maiden was subjected to all kinds of lurid, degrading sexual treatment at the cruel hands of the Dungeon Master. Then, the tables were turned when the maiden was able to free herself from a very compromising position (usually tied straddled to a chair or whatnot) behind the Dungeon Master's back. The real fun began when the maiden became the dominatrix and gave the Dungeon Master a taste of his own medicine.
"May I have another one, mummy?"
That whip snap, crackled and popped! Hermione was a born natural at this! With a devilish smirk Ginny slid off the stool and crept over to the door to have a peek. She *liked* detention with Professor Snape! Not far behind her the pale, sinewy figure of Draco Malfoy stole through the shadows towards Snape's desk...
"And that," concluded Dumbledore, "is just one of the fond memories I have of the goings on in this lovely little school of ours. Why, Professor Lupin, is that a grin I see?"
Remus quivered with excitement and bolted his shot of Ogden's Firewhiskey.
"If you'll excuse me, Headmaster, I believe Severus hinted his afternoon would be free."
"Yes. Yes. Of course, my dear Remus. And mind that Professor Snape mixes a fresh batch of developing formula. I feel a photo shoot coming on."
~FIN~
A/N: God that was fun to write! I think I'm getting addicted to writing this stuff. Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter that centers around Malfoy's "member" if you know what I mean. And I think you do. Feeling dirty yet? Good. I like dirty.
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and concepts.
Hermione's black six inch stiletto heels clicked all through her apprehensive trek down into the dungeon. Cold air instantly hit her legs and whooshed up her black, lacy, low-cut dress upon entering the familiar classroom. There were no vats of dead things or signs of pickling serum, which struck Hermione as a good sign. But where was Snape? Hermione strained to see in the dim torchlight.
"Hermione," squeaked a familiar voice.
"What the-?" Hermione looked around. Ginny Weasley came rushing at her from an unknow location, scaring the be-jesus out of Hermione.
"Ginny! What are you doing down here?" Hermione noted that the small red head wore a sparkling green teddy, glittery green pumps and a black feather boa. "Do you have detention as well?"
Ginny giggled. "You could say that."
"Miss Weasley!" Snape stalked out of his office in all his leather clad glory. "You aren't here to socialize."
Ginny pouted. "But you said I could ride the pony."
"I don't care! Put that bow back in your hair."
"It makes me look too girlish."
"That's the point, Miss Weasley."
Ginny grumbled as she put a sparkling green bow in her vivid red hair, angling it coquettishly.
"Miss Granger, put those manacles down! They're not for you. Honestly, I feel more and more like a babysitter these days."
"Can we go and see the ponies now?"
"Dammit, Miss Weasley! I am going to throw a saddle over your back and ride *you* over to see the ponies if you do not shut your mouth this instant! Do you drink vodka, Miss Granger?"
"Sometimes."
"Good. Take this." Snape tossed a leash at Hermione, who examined it in bewilderment.
"What's this for?"
Snape actually smiled, and he looked ugly as sin in a very *good* way. "We're going to play Dungeon Master."
"Oh!" Ginny jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "Can I ride the Wheel Of Love this time, Professor?"
"You're too young, Miss Weasley! Sit out here and make sure Mr. Malfoy doesn't sneak down and try to make off with my French Tickler collection. Follow me, Miss Granger."
With a small shrug Hermione followed Snape into his office. Oh what an office it was! More like a sexual obstacle course than some stuffy old room Snape used to grade papers in.
"Professor?"
"What is it?"
"Why is that metal bar hanging from the ceiling?"
"Funny you should ask, Miss Granger. You are going to chain me to that bar...eventually."
"I am?"
"Yes!"
"Then what?"
Snape's black eyes fixed Hermione with a piercing stare. "Then you are going to beat me."
A smile slowly unfurled across Hermione Granger's face...
Ginny's P.O.V
Professor Snape could be such an ass! Leaving her out here like this without any erotica or magical vibrators with which to amuse herself. Ginny slumped on the burgundy velvet stool and swung her feet, examining her black fishnet hose, wondering what time it was. She lit up a cigarette and exhaled slowly, hoping Draco Malfoy *would* sneak down into the dungeon. Why *couldn't* she ride the Wheel Of Love? She had all but reinacted the tree rape scene from "The Evil Dead" for Professor Snape. He was a very difficult man to please.
The crack of Snape's bullwhip snapped through the air, instantly making Ginny sit to attention.
"Mother of God! YES!" shrieked Snape in a a very strained tone.
Ooooh, it sounded like he'd been an especially naughty Dungeon Master this time! Really it was such a fun game to play: The Dungeon Master kidnapped young maidens and locked them down in the dungeon to ravage at his leisure. The young maiden was subjected to all kinds of lurid, degrading sexual treatment at the cruel hands of the Dungeon Master. Then, the tables were turned when the maiden was able to free herself from a very compromising position (usually tied straddled to a chair or whatnot) behind the Dungeon Master's back. The real fun began when the maiden became the dominatrix and gave the Dungeon Master a taste of his own medicine.
"May I have another one, mummy?"
That whip snap, crackled and popped! Hermione was a born natural at this! With a devilish smirk Ginny slid off the stool and crept over to the door to have a peek. She *liked* detention with Professor Snape! Not far behind her the pale, sinewy figure of Draco Malfoy stole through the shadows towards Snape's desk...
"And that," concluded Dumbledore, "is just one of the fond memories I have of the goings on in this lovely little school of ours. Why, Professor Lupin, is that a grin I see?"
Remus quivered with excitement and bolted his shot of Ogden's Firewhiskey.
"If you'll excuse me, Headmaster, I believe Severus hinted his afternoon would be free."
"Yes. Yes. Of course, my dear Remus. And mind that Professor Snape mixes a fresh batch of developing formula. I feel a photo shoot coming on."
~FIN~
A/N: God that was fun to write! I think I'm getting addicted to writing this stuff. Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter that centers around Malfoy's "member" if you know what I mean. And I think you do. Feeling dirty yet? Good. I like dirty.