Title: When the Headmaster's Away, the Professors Will Roleplay
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: Check with J.K. Rowling. I don't own 'em.
Yet again, that nitwit Cornelius Fudge had bungled something at the Ministry of Magic. This time the screw up was so catastrophic that Dumbledore would be spending the next two weeks at the Ministry helping to sort the mess out. As for Fudge, he only grinned and rubbed his hands together when he thought of his next two weeks alone with Albus Dumbledore. His plan had worked! Now then, Fudge wondered if the Headmaster liked leather.
Minerva McGonagall and the rest of the school dutifully waved goodbye to Dumbledore upon his departure. The students couldn't help but feel a little down. McGonagall certainly wasn't as lenient as Dumbledore, and she never permitted free for all gropings after four o'clock like the kindly old Headmaster.
With her back ramrod straight and her mouth set in a thin line, McGonagall dismissed everyone to continue the day. Draco Malfoy exited the Main Hall with a sulky expression. Now he couldn't enjoy Charms class in the nude with a cherry ice lollie. Much as Draco disliked Dumbledore, he took full advantage of the old wizard's eccentricities. Several students specualted on whether or not the Thursday night toga party with the house elves would still happen. Why did old McGonagall have to be such an uptight old bitch anyway?
Minerva seated herself behind the Headmaster's desk and instantly jumped up with a yelp.
"Albus, you fiend!" she hissed and tosssed the now giggling nine inch hot pink plastic vibrator aside.
"You should have seen what he ordered out of this month's Dominatrix Delights catalogue," said the Sorting Hat.
"I don't want to know. Really, Albus should-". A knock at the door interrupted the beginning of Minerva's rant. "Come in," she granted sternly and sat up straight as to look imposing. Minerva felt the muscles in her jaw tighten. "Yes, Severus? What is it?"
The disagreeable Potions Master frowned disapprovingly as he entered the office.
"I just caught your darling Potter feeling up Weasley in the Charms corridor."
"Children's hormones *do* rage at that age, Severus, and that Ginny Weasly is quite a hot little number, as I believe you worded it."
Snape's pale lips curled into an ugly sneer.
"Yes, well, Ronald Weasley is *not*, though you'd think otherwise what with the way Potter prodded at him."
Minerva winced. Damn that Severus Snape-always trying to get one over on her!
"Are you ready, Severus?"
"Oh, I suppose so," sighed Snape, leaning against the wall.
Minerva grinned wickedly at him. "Good. Now, put these on," she ordered, tossing a bundle of clothes at him.
Five minutes later...
"Come in," ordered McGonagall firmly, laying her quill aside. "Ah, Mr. Snape. Come in here and sit down this instant!"
"But, Headmistress-"
"At once!" Minerva rapped her wand upon the desk. Snape ducked his head and obeyed. "Now," Minerva sat up even taller, "Mr. Filch tells me he caught you attempting to sneak into the Prefects bathroom with an illegally concocted potion. How *dare* you go against school regulation!"
"I was only-"
"Hush, young man! This is your third and final offense, Mr. Snape. I told you what would happen if you broke the rules again."
"Oh, but-"
Minerva jumped to her feet and jabbed a finger downward. "Come *here*, Mr. Snape!"
"Oh, whatever are you going to do to me, Headmistress?"
"No questions! Do as I command you."
Snape did so with a most convincing display of timidness. Minerva's back tingled with anticipation. Oh, Severus was ever so good at this!
"Headmistress, I didn't mean to do anything bad. I just-Malfoy made me do it! The whole thing was his idea!"
"Silence! Now, stand behind me."
"Wh-what exact-?"
"Now!"
"Yes, Headmistress." Snape scuttled behind Minerva, who leaned over her desk and whipped up her robes.
"Now," said Minerva, "you may begin, only be more forceful this time."
"But, I can't even-"
"Do it before I get Mr. Malfoy in here and make you do it to him while I watch!"
"Yes, Headmistress."
Lucius Malfoy stalked to Dumbledore's office. He allowed himself a prideful smirk at the looks the student body gave him. Oh yes, they loathed him-most of them, anyway, but they still loved looking at him, and they should; he was pure Malfoy material, and that meant quality."
Flipping his long ash blond hair out of his face, Lucius was suddenly standing right outside the Headmaster's office. Hey, I don't feel like working out the details as to how Lucius Malfoy knows the password. For all we know, he slept with Dumbledore to find out. Anyway, the stately Lucius Malfoy was about to rap upon the door with his sexy cane when he heard the most horrible noises coming from behind the newly painted green door.
"Oh yes! Faster! Faster! Harder! Oh, I am a dirty old bitch! Make me suffer! Ooooh, yes Severus Snape! YES!!!" shrieked the straight and narrow Minerva McGonagall. She sounded like she was being murdered... and loving it. Severus, did she say? Lucius frowned. He should have known.
The unexpected Lucius Malfoy burst into the room. His gray eyes focused on the figures of McGonagall, bent over the Headmaster's desk, her bare buttocks exposed to the ceiling, a very bright red color, indeed. Behind her stood the dreaded Potions Master in a Hogwarts school uniform, tie loosened at the neck, his hand positioned in mid-air; palm facing down. Lucius was almost disgusted. So, the worthy Head of Gryffindor House had a spanking fetish, did she?
The two professors stared at Lucius.
"Severus, how could you do such a thing?"
Snape looked quite uneasy. "Well, I..."
"How could you partake of kink in the Headmaster's office and not invite me? Do you have any idea how I've longed for a day like this? When I was a young child attending this school, I would-"
"Oh shut up and come over here and fuck me!" screamed McGonagall.
"Well all right, but only if Severus watches and draws graphic sketches of our doings."
Snape whipped out a drawing pad and a pencil. "Consider it done, my good man."
"Come one! Come all! Come and ride the trademark Malfoy dong!" roared Lucius, tearing his robes open.
Minerva tittered uncontrollably as she scrambled off the desk towards the sworn enemy of Gryffindors everywhere.
Harry and Draco scowled at one another as they boarded the escalator up to the Headmaster's office.
"You should be expelled for fondling Weasley like that during Care of Magical Creatures, Potter."
"You might be slapped with a lawsuit, so shut it, Malfoy. Trelawney'll be out of commision for monthes after taking a tumble like that out the fifth story window. You know nudity isn't allowed between classes. Too bad Neville broke her fall."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You'd think she'd never seen a naked guy before."
Both boys exchanged uneasy expressions soon as Draco voiced this thought.
"Well, here we are," sighed Harry, hoping that McGonagall was in a good mood.
The two students walked in on an unsettling scene: Malfoy senior and Minerva McGonagall doing the wild thing while emulating train noises. Worse still, Snape, clad in only a tie and black socks, stood over them, scrawling something on a pad. Harry and Draco just stared.
"This is really fucked up." commented Harry at last.
"Crikey!" exclaimed Draco, going over to Fawks' perch. "I think the perversion killed Dumbledore's phoenix."
"So what do we do? Should we interrupt them or come back when everyone's more presentable?"
Malfoy junior grinned. "Neither. We'll have fun with this, Potter. Allow me to instruct you as to the true nature of a Slytherin." Draco pointed his wand at the busy trio and intoned "Sonerous!"
Hermione glared at Ron as the Gryffindors filed into Charms.
"Brilliant one, Ron. You've probably just gotten Harry expelled!"
"It's not my fault he can't keep his hands to himself," replied Ron as they sat down.
"Well, I didn't see you fighting him off."
"Hey, not everyone can say he's been fondled by the Boy Who Lived. Anyway, McGonagall'll probably give him a detention at the worst. Oh, did you hear about Trelawney? You'd think the old looney's never seen a naked guy before."
Hermione shuddred at the thought and took out her notes.
"Professor Flitwick, I-"
A very loud noise cut her off. Puzzled, the students exchanged quizzical glances while trying to figure out what was happening.
"Oh stop or I'll scream! Yes! Oh the wonders of the Malfoy dong are not to be surpassed!"
"How are those pictures coming along, Severus?"
"Have a look for yourself, Lucius."
"Severus...why do you have me dressed like Mother Goose with nylons?"
"That is what my artistic eye sees."
"Have it your own way."
"Severus, take off that tie. I want you to gag Lucius with it."
"Look what I found-a nine inch hot pink plastic vibrator with the Headmaster's initials on the tip. Hey, it giggles. Neat!"
"Shut up, Draco!"
"Did you hear that, Lucius?"
"POTTER! What are you-?"
"Father! Professor! The horror!"
"No, I cannot remove that gag from your mouth, Lucius. I placed a timed binding charm on it."
By now, every living and non-living entity of Hogwarts breathlessly hung onto every word. Hagrid stepped outside his hut.
"Blimey! I didn't know Professor Snape could draw. I'll hafter ask 'im ter draw me a picture of Nicholas Flamel naked!"
Hermione buried her head in embarassment. Ron only smiled and sucked on a sugar quill while thinking of Harry's delicate hands.
"Oh my," squeaked Flitwick. "Minerva's authorative position has gotten entirely out of hand. She's never needed to use a gag before."
Just then, Dumbledore walked in on the fiasco. Snape quickly grabbed the Sorting Hat to cover his privates, yelped, and flung the chuckling hat against the wall. Both Harry and Draco smiled into their hands.
"Albus...you're early," was all McGonagall could say.
"Not early enough." The Headmaster looked very stern, indeed. "This is a place of employment, not a brothel."
Everyone lowered his/her head in shame.
"You know the rules Severus, Minerva. Absolutely no role playing or bondage on Wednesdays. Why must the two of you continue to disregard the rules?"
"Because it feels so naughty!" cried Snape.
"Draco, put that vibrator down. It is not for you. Harry, what did I tell you about fondling Mr. Weasley during school hours?"
"Sorry, Headmaster," mumbled Harry.
Dumbledore clasped his hands behind his back. "There are serious consequences for offenses such as these. Lucius, hand over your cane, please."
Malfoy senior unwillingly surrendered his regal cane.
Ten minutes later...
"Wow! Dumbledore's really angry."
"Oh, shut up, Potter," grumbled Draco.
"I frankly cannot believe this."
"Then why are you smiling, Minerva?"
"Let's take it from the top," said Dumbledore.
The others groaned, except for Minerva, and bent over. Dumbledore promptly whacked Severus's ass with Lucius's cane. Severus shouted a note similar to a B-minor. Dumbledore then whacked Harry's ass. Harry uttered a note one octave higher.
"Ah, the joys of music to my ears," sighed Albus, whacking everyone's ass with the sexy cane until he had played a tune.
"Why did you give him your cane, father?"
"I don't know! Don't talk to me, Draco."
"This happens everytime you let the Malfoy dong get the best of you. I'm telling mum!"
"Do so and your mother will find out about your secret membership with Sichard Rimmon's Nudist Wizarding Camp."
"Father, you are a right bastard, you are-OW-I mean LAAAA!"
Severus gritted his crooked teeth with apprehension each time the Headmaster walked close. It wasn't the actual whacking that so bothered the grouchy Potions Master, rather, it was the horrible *anticipation* of being whacked. That dreaded uncertainty of not quite knowing when that heavy stick of wood would unforgivingly pound against his bare, bony buttocks. Worse still was the expression on Minerva McGonagall's face. Why oh why did she have to grin like that? Worst of all, why did the entire school have to bear witness to their discipline?
~FIN~
Next up: That dreaded, drop-dead gorgeous DADA teacher we love to hate!!!
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: Check with J.K. Rowling. I don't own 'em.
Yet again, that nitwit Cornelius Fudge had bungled something at the Ministry of Magic. This time the screw up was so catastrophic that Dumbledore would be spending the next two weeks at the Ministry helping to sort the mess out. As for Fudge, he only grinned and rubbed his hands together when he thought of his next two weeks alone with Albus Dumbledore. His plan had worked! Now then, Fudge wondered if the Headmaster liked leather.
Minerva McGonagall and the rest of the school dutifully waved goodbye to Dumbledore upon his departure. The students couldn't help but feel a little down. McGonagall certainly wasn't as lenient as Dumbledore, and she never permitted free for all gropings after four o'clock like the kindly old Headmaster.
With her back ramrod straight and her mouth set in a thin line, McGonagall dismissed everyone to continue the day. Draco Malfoy exited the Main Hall with a sulky expression. Now he couldn't enjoy Charms class in the nude with a cherry ice lollie. Much as Draco disliked Dumbledore, he took full advantage of the old wizard's eccentricities. Several students specualted on whether or not the Thursday night toga party with the house elves would still happen. Why did old McGonagall have to be such an uptight old bitch anyway?
Minerva seated herself behind the Headmaster's desk and instantly jumped up with a yelp.
"Albus, you fiend!" she hissed and tosssed the now giggling nine inch hot pink plastic vibrator aside.
"You should have seen what he ordered out of this month's Dominatrix Delights catalogue," said the Sorting Hat.
"I don't want to know. Really, Albus should-". A knock at the door interrupted the beginning of Minerva's rant. "Come in," she granted sternly and sat up straight as to look imposing. Minerva felt the muscles in her jaw tighten. "Yes, Severus? What is it?"
The disagreeable Potions Master frowned disapprovingly as he entered the office.
"I just caught your darling Potter feeling up Weasley in the Charms corridor."
"Children's hormones *do* rage at that age, Severus, and that Ginny Weasly is quite a hot little number, as I believe you worded it."
Snape's pale lips curled into an ugly sneer.
"Yes, well, Ronald Weasley is *not*, though you'd think otherwise what with the way Potter prodded at him."
Minerva winced. Damn that Severus Snape-always trying to get one over on her!
"Are you ready, Severus?"
"Oh, I suppose so," sighed Snape, leaning against the wall.
Minerva grinned wickedly at him. "Good. Now, put these on," she ordered, tossing a bundle of clothes at him.
Five minutes later...
"Come in," ordered McGonagall firmly, laying her quill aside. "Ah, Mr. Snape. Come in here and sit down this instant!"
"But, Headmistress-"
"At once!" Minerva rapped her wand upon the desk. Snape ducked his head and obeyed. "Now," Minerva sat up even taller, "Mr. Filch tells me he caught you attempting to sneak into the Prefects bathroom with an illegally concocted potion. How *dare* you go against school regulation!"
"I was only-"
"Hush, young man! This is your third and final offense, Mr. Snape. I told you what would happen if you broke the rules again."
"Oh, but-"
Minerva jumped to her feet and jabbed a finger downward. "Come *here*, Mr. Snape!"
"Oh, whatever are you going to do to me, Headmistress?"
"No questions! Do as I command you."
Snape did so with a most convincing display of timidness. Minerva's back tingled with anticipation. Oh, Severus was ever so good at this!
"Headmistress, I didn't mean to do anything bad. I just-Malfoy made me do it! The whole thing was his idea!"
"Silence! Now, stand behind me."
"Wh-what exact-?"
"Now!"
"Yes, Headmistress." Snape scuttled behind Minerva, who leaned over her desk and whipped up her robes.
"Now," said Minerva, "you may begin, only be more forceful this time."
"But, I can't even-"
"Do it before I get Mr. Malfoy in here and make you do it to him while I watch!"
"Yes, Headmistress."
Lucius Malfoy stalked to Dumbledore's office. He allowed himself a prideful smirk at the looks the student body gave him. Oh yes, they loathed him-most of them, anyway, but they still loved looking at him, and they should; he was pure Malfoy material, and that meant quality."
Flipping his long ash blond hair out of his face, Lucius was suddenly standing right outside the Headmaster's office. Hey, I don't feel like working out the details as to how Lucius Malfoy knows the password. For all we know, he slept with Dumbledore to find out. Anyway, the stately Lucius Malfoy was about to rap upon the door with his sexy cane when he heard the most horrible noises coming from behind the newly painted green door.
"Oh yes! Faster! Faster! Harder! Oh, I am a dirty old bitch! Make me suffer! Ooooh, yes Severus Snape! YES!!!" shrieked the straight and narrow Minerva McGonagall. She sounded like she was being murdered... and loving it. Severus, did she say? Lucius frowned. He should have known.
The unexpected Lucius Malfoy burst into the room. His gray eyes focused on the figures of McGonagall, bent over the Headmaster's desk, her bare buttocks exposed to the ceiling, a very bright red color, indeed. Behind her stood the dreaded Potions Master in a Hogwarts school uniform, tie loosened at the neck, his hand positioned in mid-air; palm facing down. Lucius was almost disgusted. So, the worthy Head of Gryffindor House had a spanking fetish, did she?
The two professors stared at Lucius.
"Severus, how could you do such a thing?"
Snape looked quite uneasy. "Well, I..."
"How could you partake of kink in the Headmaster's office and not invite me? Do you have any idea how I've longed for a day like this? When I was a young child attending this school, I would-"
"Oh shut up and come over here and fuck me!" screamed McGonagall.
"Well all right, but only if Severus watches and draws graphic sketches of our doings."
Snape whipped out a drawing pad and a pencil. "Consider it done, my good man."
"Come one! Come all! Come and ride the trademark Malfoy dong!" roared Lucius, tearing his robes open.
Minerva tittered uncontrollably as she scrambled off the desk towards the sworn enemy of Gryffindors everywhere.
Harry and Draco scowled at one another as they boarded the escalator up to the Headmaster's office.
"You should be expelled for fondling Weasley like that during Care of Magical Creatures, Potter."
"You might be slapped with a lawsuit, so shut it, Malfoy. Trelawney'll be out of commision for monthes after taking a tumble like that out the fifth story window. You know nudity isn't allowed between classes. Too bad Neville broke her fall."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You'd think she'd never seen a naked guy before."
Both boys exchanged uneasy expressions soon as Draco voiced this thought.
"Well, here we are," sighed Harry, hoping that McGonagall was in a good mood.
The two students walked in on an unsettling scene: Malfoy senior and Minerva McGonagall doing the wild thing while emulating train noises. Worse still, Snape, clad in only a tie and black socks, stood over them, scrawling something on a pad. Harry and Draco just stared.
"This is really fucked up." commented Harry at last.
"Crikey!" exclaimed Draco, going over to Fawks' perch. "I think the perversion killed Dumbledore's phoenix."
"So what do we do? Should we interrupt them or come back when everyone's more presentable?"
Malfoy junior grinned. "Neither. We'll have fun with this, Potter. Allow me to instruct you as to the true nature of a Slytherin." Draco pointed his wand at the busy trio and intoned "Sonerous!"
Hermione glared at Ron as the Gryffindors filed into Charms.
"Brilliant one, Ron. You've probably just gotten Harry expelled!"
"It's not my fault he can't keep his hands to himself," replied Ron as they sat down.
"Well, I didn't see you fighting him off."
"Hey, not everyone can say he's been fondled by the Boy Who Lived. Anyway, McGonagall'll probably give him a detention at the worst. Oh, did you hear about Trelawney? You'd think the old looney's never seen a naked guy before."
Hermione shuddred at the thought and took out her notes.
"Professor Flitwick, I-"
A very loud noise cut her off. Puzzled, the students exchanged quizzical glances while trying to figure out what was happening.
"Oh stop or I'll scream! Yes! Oh the wonders of the Malfoy dong are not to be surpassed!"
"How are those pictures coming along, Severus?"
"Have a look for yourself, Lucius."
"Severus...why do you have me dressed like Mother Goose with nylons?"
"That is what my artistic eye sees."
"Have it your own way."
"Severus, take off that tie. I want you to gag Lucius with it."
"Look what I found-a nine inch hot pink plastic vibrator with the Headmaster's initials on the tip. Hey, it giggles. Neat!"
"Shut up, Draco!"
"Did you hear that, Lucius?"
"POTTER! What are you-?"
"Father! Professor! The horror!"
"No, I cannot remove that gag from your mouth, Lucius. I placed a timed binding charm on it."
By now, every living and non-living entity of Hogwarts breathlessly hung onto every word. Hagrid stepped outside his hut.
"Blimey! I didn't know Professor Snape could draw. I'll hafter ask 'im ter draw me a picture of Nicholas Flamel naked!"
Hermione buried her head in embarassment. Ron only smiled and sucked on a sugar quill while thinking of Harry's delicate hands.
"Oh my," squeaked Flitwick. "Minerva's authorative position has gotten entirely out of hand. She's never needed to use a gag before."
Just then, Dumbledore walked in on the fiasco. Snape quickly grabbed the Sorting Hat to cover his privates, yelped, and flung the chuckling hat against the wall. Both Harry and Draco smiled into their hands.
"Albus...you're early," was all McGonagall could say.
"Not early enough." The Headmaster looked very stern, indeed. "This is a place of employment, not a brothel."
Everyone lowered his/her head in shame.
"You know the rules Severus, Minerva. Absolutely no role playing or bondage on Wednesdays. Why must the two of you continue to disregard the rules?"
"Because it feels so naughty!" cried Snape.
"Draco, put that vibrator down. It is not for you. Harry, what did I tell you about fondling Mr. Weasley during school hours?"
"Sorry, Headmaster," mumbled Harry.
Dumbledore clasped his hands behind his back. "There are serious consequences for offenses such as these. Lucius, hand over your cane, please."
Malfoy senior unwillingly surrendered his regal cane.
Ten minutes later...
"Wow! Dumbledore's really angry."
"Oh, shut up, Potter," grumbled Draco.
"I frankly cannot believe this."
"Then why are you smiling, Minerva?"
"Let's take it from the top," said Dumbledore.
The others groaned, except for Minerva, and bent over. Dumbledore promptly whacked Severus's ass with Lucius's cane. Severus shouted a note similar to a B-minor. Dumbledore then whacked Harry's ass. Harry uttered a note one octave higher.
"Ah, the joys of music to my ears," sighed Albus, whacking everyone's ass with the sexy cane until he had played a tune.
"Why did you give him your cane, father?"
"I don't know! Don't talk to me, Draco."
"This happens everytime you let the Malfoy dong get the best of you. I'm telling mum!"
"Do so and your mother will find out about your secret membership with Sichard Rimmon's Nudist Wizarding Camp."
"Father, you are a right bastard, you are-OW-I mean LAAAA!"
Severus gritted his crooked teeth with apprehension each time the Headmaster walked close. It wasn't the actual whacking that so bothered the grouchy Potions Master, rather, it was the horrible *anticipation* of being whacked. That dreaded uncertainty of not quite knowing when that heavy stick of wood would unforgivingly pound against his bare, bony buttocks. Worse still was the expression on Minerva McGonagall's face. Why oh why did she have to grin like that? Worst of all, why did the entire school have to bear witness to their discipline?
~FIN~
Next up: That dreaded, drop-dead gorgeous DADA teacher we love to hate!!!