Ildera: This chapter is for you. Look at it as a CONGRATULATIONS present
ok?:-) Also, I can assure you that your fears about Snape and Minerva will
be answered......SOON!
Thanks also to everyone who has read and reviewed!!!!
Much love, *Kissy*
~*~
The backroom was filled with Junior-Deputy Wizard Police. In the middle of the room was a red-faced Warren.
"This is bullshit, man!"
Harry shook his finger at Warren, "the long arm of the law has embraced our dear friend Warren."
Snape walked up to the wiz-cops. "I'm Severus Snape the manager. Is everything ok?"
Warren threw his arms up, "This is such bullshit, man."
"We've got everything under control, sir."
Warren ran up to Snape and latched onto his lower leg. " Hey, Sev, Sev!" Warren turned Snape around and pointed towards Harry. "Tell them what he did!"
"Do you need a statement from me?" Snape shook Warren off his leg and walked towards the wiz-cops.
"No, we already got one from Mr. Potter."
"Oh, oh, Mr. Potter over there took nine THOUSAND galleons and I just took a couple of CD's!"
The wiz-cops just stared incredulously at the terrified boy. "That is enough," said one of the cops.
At this point, Warren was at his wits end. He absolutely could not get in trouble. His father would surely have his head for this. Petty theft in the wizarding world meant one-year suspension of magic in the classroom, which meant he would FAIL his fifth year, as well as community service to be served out throughout the year, and NO HOGSMEADE WEEKENDS at all!
Warren ran up to Harry. " Come on, Harry, I thought you were my friend! You know my cousins Dennis and Colin! They love you! They would hate it if YOU were the one who got me in trouble!"
"Take care of yourself Warren," said Harry as he resumed his position on the couch. "Don't let the man get you down."
Snape waved jauntily at the severely pissed off boy who was at that moment being brought towards a port-key to take him to get processed and sentenced at the Juvenille Wizards Department of Felony and Petty Crimes.
" I don't want to see you back in the store Warren!"
Warren sulked and let himself be led to the port key. "I'm the victim here!" he pleaded with the wiz-cops, who were not the least bit interested in what he had to say.
Draco came in the backroom just as Warren was about to touch the key.
"Bye Warren!"
Just before he touched the port-key he turned around and glared at everyone in the backroom.
"I'm going to get you, I'm not playing this time. I'll be back and you'll be sorry! You're gonna pay for this...!"
And with a pop, he was gone.
"Woooooo!" Harry put on a scared face.
Draco laughed and pointed to Smape. "You'll be sorry!" he said, imitating Warren.
Snape just shook his head. "I'm already sorry."
~*~
Snape walked out of the back room to survey the store. He walked my the music listening booths and checked each one for any acts of debauchery. In the last one he found Pansy on the floor of the booth going over some paper work.
He opened the door and rapped a little on the side to get Pansy's attention.
"Hi."
"Hey, im just finishing up some inventory figures. I'm almost done."
"Look, Pansy, erm...if you need to talk about anything...I mean, im not Dumbledore , I have no philosophical crap to throw at you, but...."
Pansy looked up at Snape and smirked.
"You gonna fix me Sev? Ok, fix me, I'll listen."
Snape shifted a bit. He truly cared about his employees even though he acted like a pompous ass towards them.
"Well, I didn't mean that- - I mean, should I owl your mother or something?"
"Great," said Pansy, a touch of pain and sadness in her voice. "You know, if you find her could you let her know that despite the fact that her side LOST, I'm trying to keep up appearances for her, and it would be nice to talk to her myself."
Snape was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He looked at Pansy who herself seemed surprise at all the anger that could come out in one sentence. She looked up at Snape and instantly regretted snapping at him. She knew he was trying his best to make her feel welcome in the store and in the new way the wizarding world was running.
"I'm sorry, I know you didn't mean anything."
"You're doing a great job Pansy."
Snape smiled, then shut the door to the booth leaving Pansy alone with her thoughts.
'I feel a lot better,' thought Pansy, and she got back to the parchment and the inventory.
~*~
Hermione straightened out her skirt and added a little lip gloss on her lips. She looked in the mirror and began to smooth down any unruliness her hair decided to unleash at that moment.
Her reflection smiled back at her, "you look lovely, dear."
"Thanks, I sure hope I look ravishing as well."
Hermione walked towards Snape's office and knocked lightly on the door before opening it.
She peeked in and saw Snape sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. She opened the door and walked towards him. Snape looked up and saw Hermioned walking towards him with her patented please-let-me look in her eyes.
Hermione got up to the desk and stood up straight and looked Snape right in the eye. "Sev, you're the best boss in the world, Can I bring Gilderoy his lunch?"
Snape just looked at her, then back to the parchment he was staring at. "Jordan is bringing him his lunch."
Determined not to miss the opportunity, Hermione leaned forward, "er, Sev, you that Lee's going to insult him right to his face--- I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Look, I don't care if Lee sticks a canary crème up his butt, In fact, I hope he sticks one up mine- - it might be an improvement."
"Snape, I have to bring Gilderoy his lunch."
"Lee is."
Hermione stood still for a moment then slammed both her fists on top of Snape's desk, rattling the items that were on it.
"I'M BRINING GILDEROY HIS LUNCH!"
For a moment, Snape could swear Hermione was going to jump out of her skin.
"Alright."
Hermione smiled sweetly. "Thanks Sev. Thanks a lot!"
And with that, she walked back out to the back room.
~*~
Hermione set up on of the offices in the backroom like a small dining room. She summoned the finest silverware in the building, as well as a nice tablecloth. She put heating charms on the food that was delivered earlier, and she set up the table as if it was a table at a five-star hotel. Heaps of pumpkin cakes and vegetables loaded the table. A serving of filet mignon on a bed of polenta looked magnificent. A carafe of butterbeer was at the head of the table, as well as a silver chalice that gleamed.
Hermione smiled at the display. She knew that Gilderoy would be pleased with it. Hopefully, if all went well, he would be pleased with her.
Just as Hermione was adding some final touches to the room, such as a charmed ceiling with stars and soft music in the background, Ron and Gilderoy entered.
Ron surveyed the feast and smiled. "Wow, all the food groups, Hermione."
Hermione pushed Ron out of the room before he had a chance to reach over and pick up a pumpkin cake. "BYE RON!"
She shut the door and smiled at Gilderoy who himself was surveying the room with some interest.
"Well," said Gilderoy as he sat down," this looks very elegant. Well, talking to all those women can make you work up an appetite!"
Hermione leaned over the table and in her most seductive voice, "I bet it does."
Lockhart looked at the young girl in awe and amusement, not quite sure what her game was.
"I'm quite alright, thank you. I think I've got everything, I'm all set."
"So am I." Hermione sat down on a ledge in the room, carefully crossing her legs slowly.
"I can't help notice you sitting there, staring at me."
"I was just thinking about how I used to imagine marrying you when you were on 'The Family Way.' " Hermione sighed at the memory.
Lockhart chuckled and pushed his chair back. " Marrying me? You must have been but a bay back then," he said with a wink.
Hermione nearly swooned when he winked at her. She got off the ledge and walked slowly towards him.
"I'm not a baby anymore." And with that, Hermione took off her top and let it drop to the floor.
Lockhart just stared at the young girl who was literally heaving in front of him.
"You're a sweet girl."
"I'm not as sweet as you think," said Hermione as she unzipped her skirt and let that fall to the floor with her top.
Now Hermione, the virginal prize of Hogwarts, stood in front of Gilderoy Lockhart offering herself. A million logical thoughts ran through her mind, yet she blocked them all out, and focused on the task at hand- -giving herself to the man she had dreamed of since her second year at Hogwarts.
"How old are you," said Lockhart, getting up and making his way slowly towards the practically naked Hermione.
"Old Enough."
He edged closer and closer and walked around her like an animal surverying its prey. He was so close she could feel his breath on the back of her neck when he spoke.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Yeah, definitely."
And with that proclamation Lockhart zipped in front of Hermione and unzipped his pants. "Rock and roll!"
Hermione stared at her idol, then looked down at her discarded clothes. All logic came crashing down on her like a million bludgers to the head. She grabbed her clothes and dashed out, leaving Lockhart in the middle of the room with his fly down.
Thanks also to everyone who has read and reviewed!!!!
Much love, *Kissy*
~*~
The backroom was filled with Junior-Deputy Wizard Police. In the middle of the room was a red-faced Warren.
"This is bullshit, man!"
Harry shook his finger at Warren, "the long arm of the law has embraced our dear friend Warren."
Snape walked up to the wiz-cops. "I'm Severus Snape the manager. Is everything ok?"
Warren threw his arms up, "This is such bullshit, man."
"We've got everything under control, sir."
Warren ran up to Snape and latched onto his lower leg. " Hey, Sev, Sev!" Warren turned Snape around and pointed towards Harry. "Tell them what he did!"
"Do you need a statement from me?" Snape shook Warren off his leg and walked towards the wiz-cops.
"No, we already got one from Mr. Potter."
"Oh, oh, Mr. Potter over there took nine THOUSAND galleons and I just took a couple of CD's!"
The wiz-cops just stared incredulously at the terrified boy. "That is enough," said one of the cops.
At this point, Warren was at his wits end. He absolutely could not get in trouble. His father would surely have his head for this. Petty theft in the wizarding world meant one-year suspension of magic in the classroom, which meant he would FAIL his fifth year, as well as community service to be served out throughout the year, and NO HOGSMEADE WEEKENDS at all!
Warren ran up to Harry. " Come on, Harry, I thought you were my friend! You know my cousins Dennis and Colin! They love you! They would hate it if YOU were the one who got me in trouble!"
"Take care of yourself Warren," said Harry as he resumed his position on the couch. "Don't let the man get you down."
Snape waved jauntily at the severely pissed off boy who was at that moment being brought towards a port-key to take him to get processed and sentenced at the Juvenille Wizards Department of Felony and Petty Crimes.
" I don't want to see you back in the store Warren!"
Warren sulked and let himself be led to the port key. "I'm the victim here!" he pleaded with the wiz-cops, who were not the least bit interested in what he had to say.
Draco came in the backroom just as Warren was about to touch the key.
"Bye Warren!"
Just before he touched the port-key he turned around and glared at everyone in the backroom.
"I'm going to get you, I'm not playing this time. I'll be back and you'll be sorry! You're gonna pay for this...!"
And with a pop, he was gone.
"Woooooo!" Harry put on a scared face.
Draco laughed and pointed to Smape. "You'll be sorry!" he said, imitating Warren.
Snape just shook his head. "I'm already sorry."
~*~
Snape walked out of the back room to survey the store. He walked my the music listening booths and checked each one for any acts of debauchery. In the last one he found Pansy on the floor of the booth going over some paper work.
He opened the door and rapped a little on the side to get Pansy's attention.
"Hi."
"Hey, im just finishing up some inventory figures. I'm almost done."
"Look, Pansy, erm...if you need to talk about anything...I mean, im not Dumbledore , I have no philosophical crap to throw at you, but...."
Pansy looked up at Snape and smirked.
"You gonna fix me Sev? Ok, fix me, I'll listen."
Snape shifted a bit. He truly cared about his employees even though he acted like a pompous ass towards them.
"Well, I didn't mean that- - I mean, should I owl your mother or something?"
"Great," said Pansy, a touch of pain and sadness in her voice. "You know, if you find her could you let her know that despite the fact that her side LOST, I'm trying to keep up appearances for her, and it would be nice to talk to her myself."
Snape was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He looked at Pansy who herself seemed surprise at all the anger that could come out in one sentence. She looked up at Snape and instantly regretted snapping at him. She knew he was trying his best to make her feel welcome in the store and in the new way the wizarding world was running.
"I'm sorry, I know you didn't mean anything."
"You're doing a great job Pansy."
Snape smiled, then shut the door to the booth leaving Pansy alone with her thoughts.
'I feel a lot better,' thought Pansy, and she got back to the parchment and the inventory.
~*~
Hermione straightened out her skirt and added a little lip gloss on her lips. She looked in the mirror and began to smooth down any unruliness her hair decided to unleash at that moment.
Her reflection smiled back at her, "you look lovely, dear."
"Thanks, I sure hope I look ravishing as well."
Hermione walked towards Snape's office and knocked lightly on the door before opening it.
She peeked in and saw Snape sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. She opened the door and walked towards him. Snape looked up and saw Hermioned walking towards him with her patented please-let-me look in her eyes.
Hermione got up to the desk and stood up straight and looked Snape right in the eye. "Sev, you're the best boss in the world, Can I bring Gilderoy his lunch?"
Snape just looked at her, then back to the parchment he was staring at. "Jordan is bringing him his lunch."
Determined not to miss the opportunity, Hermione leaned forward, "er, Sev, you that Lee's going to insult him right to his face--- I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Look, I don't care if Lee sticks a canary crème up his butt, In fact, I hope he sticks one up mine- - it might be an improvement."
"Snape, I have to bring Gilderoy his lunch."
"Lee is."
Hermione stood still for a moment then slammed both her fists on top of Snape's desk, rattling the items that were on it.
"I'M BRINING GILDEROY HIS LUNCH!"
For a moment, Snape could swear Hermione was going to jump out of her skin.
"Alright."
Hermione smiled sweetly. "Thanks Sev. Thanks a lot!"
And with that, she walked back out to the back room.
~*~
Hermione set up on of the offices in the backroom like a small dining room. She summoned the finest silverware in the building, as well as a nice tablecloth. She put heating charms on the food that was delivered earlier, and she set up the table as if it was a table at a five-star hotel. Heaps of pumpkin cakes and vegetables loaded the table. A serving of filet mignon on a bed of polenta looked magnificent. A carafe of butterbeer was at the head of the table, as well as a silver chalice that gleamed.
Hermione smiled at the display. She knew that Gilderoy would be pleased with it. Hopefully, if all went well, he would be pleased with her.
Just as Hermione was adding some final touches to the room, such as a charmed ceiling with stars and soft music in the background, Ron and Gilderoy entered.
Ron surveyed the feast and smiled. "Wow, all the food groups, Hermione."
Hermione pushed Ron out of the room before he had a chance to reach over and pick up a pumpkin cake. "BYE RON!"
She shut the door and smiled at Gilderoy who himself was surveying the room with some interest.
"Well," said Gilderoy as he sat down," this looks very elegant. Well, talking to all those women can make you work up an appetite!"
Hermione leaned over the table and in her most seductive voice, "I bet it does."
Lockhart looked at the young girl in awe and amusement, not quite sure what her game was.
"I'm quite alright, thank you. I think I've got everything, I'm all set."
"So am I." Hermione sat down on a ledge in the room, carefully crossing her legs slowly.
"I can't help notice you sitting there, staring at me."
"I was just thinking about how I used to imagine marrying you when you were on 'The Family Way.' " Hermione sighed at the memory.
Lockhart chuckled and pushed his chair back. " Marrying me? You must have been but a bay back then," he said with a wink.
Hermione nearly swooned when he winked at her. She got off the ledge and walked slowly towards him.
"I'm not a baby anymore." And with that, Hermione took off her top and let it drop to the floor.
Lockhart just stared at the young girl who was literally heaving in front of him.
"You're a sweet girl."
"I'm not as sweet as you think," said Hermione as she unzipped her skirt and let that fall to the floor with her top.
Now Hermione, the virginal prize of Hogwarts, stood in front of Gilderoy Lockhart offering herself. A million logical thoughts ran through her mind, yet she blocked them all out, and focused on the task at hand- -giving herself to the man she had dreamed of since her second year at Hogwarts.
"How old are you," said Lockhart, getting up and making his way slowly towards the practically naked Hermione.
"Old Enough."
He edged closer and closer and walked around her like an animal surverying its prey. He was so close she could feel his breath on the back of her neck when he spoke.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Yeah, definitely."
And with that proclamation Lockhart zipped in front of Hermione and unzipped his pants. "Rock and roll!"
Hermione stared at her idol, then looked down at her discarded clothes. All logic came crashing down on her like a million bludgers to the head. She grabbed her clothes and dashed out, leaving Lockhart in the middle of the room with his fly down.