AN: I decided that it is much too cruel to leave you with such a
cliffhanger from last chapter so I decided to work on and post this one
right away. I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 9: Oh, that London fashion!
She could hardly believe her eyes. One moment, she was frantically concerned about one of her most interesting patients and the next, BAM she was in shock. Her mouth hung open like that of a fish and her eyes, despite her efforts to close them in modesty, could only stare at the image in front of her. There he was, Oliver Wood, Quidditch extraordinaire, obsessions of teenage girls everywhere, now stood in front of her as naked as the day he was born. There was only one thought in her mind: Wow.
Oliver Wood is not a shy person by any means. He was used to attention- after all, it was part of the job description. Still, he was shocked when his shower was interrupted by a female, one of the most complicated ones he had ever met at that. He had no idea what she was doing there and at the moment he really didn't care. It seemed like all his flaws were suddenly too apparent for comfort. His skin seemed like it was sagging and his knees felt wobbly and weak. How could one girl affect a confident guy like him by that much? With no strength to react and shampoo in his hair, he had no idea what to do except smile weakly and say, "Fancy seeing you here."
His voice seemed to have an effect on her as she finally blinked for the first time in about two minutes. She realized how it must have looked, with her suddenly tearing the shower curtain apart and staring at him like there was no tomorrow. The poor guy must have thought she was going to rape him! All thoughts of the poor suffering student flew from her head, except for the fact that he very well will REALLY be poor and suffering under her hands in the near future. She turned around quickly, with her hands covering her beet-red face. "I'm so sorry! I thought- Cammy said- so I-! I'm so sorry! I didn't see anything, I swear!... Actually that was a lie, I saw quite a bit ,but I-"
"Don't worry, I know it's a misunderstanding." Actually, he wasn't sure HOW that was a misunderstanding, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Wanting to reduce the embarrassment factor of the situation, he reached for his clothes, only to find that they had been pilfered by a few little matchmakers moments ago. "Um, Hermione. You wouldn't happen to know where my clothes went, would you?"
"What?" How dare they? She rashly whipped around to make sure that he was telling the truth- that his clothes really had gone missing. When she saw the sight of poor Oliver finally being out of shock enough to try to cover himself, she quickly turned back away. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I think I have a slight idea of what happened to them. We have to get out of here though, to do anything."
"How the heck do you propose we do that?" A wet, confused, and naked Oliver asked, shivering in the cold.
"Um, how do you feel about playing dress up?"
Three minutes later, after much struggling, a fully dressed Hermione Granger walked out with Oliver Wood- wearing nothing but a shower curtain wrapped around his waist and dragging across the floor. They passed by Professor Flitwick, who stared at Oliver's attire with shock. "Is THAT what young people are wearing these days?"
Not really in the mood to explain everything, Oliver just nodded. "Oh yeah, it's all the craze in London."
A thousand catcalls and longing stares later, Oliver finally made it to his room, got dressed and rounded up the troublemakers with his fellow victim. Now sitting in the Headmaster's office and explaining the scenario to his boss and his former Transfiguration teacher, the situation really did seem ridiculous. "...and so, as much as I love the students, I do hope you will find severe punishment for these little troublemakers."
Using all his strength, Dumbledore tried to suppress a smile from cracking across his face as he looked at the group of students now blushing from getting caught and the two pranked adults. "Now, Hermione, I understand that you're upset, but it WAS just a harmless prank, all in good fun."
"Harmless? Prank??" the mediwitch screeched, astonished. "Imagine if this happened to you and Minerva, Albus! Would it be so harmless then?" Ron always DID tell her that she needed help with her temper and always said things that may not be the best.
"Actually, that would be quite-"Dumbledore began.
"Albus!" McGonagall interrupted before he could continue. Goodness knows the strange things that could come out of that man's mouth. "I personally agree with Hermione. I believe that they have taken things a bit far and therefore, twenty points a piece from Gryffindor." At that Hermione smiled. She always knew Minerva was her favorite.
"Yes, yes, that's right. Now, I want you students to stay for a second and think about what you have done. Hermione, Oliver, you may go." With that, the two adults walked out of the room and without a word, in opposite directions. After all, when you've seen THAT much of each other, there really aren't any words.
back in the office
The minute Albus saw the spiral staircase carry the teachers down, he gleefully got to his feet and congratulated the Gryffindors on a job well done. "Brilliant! Just brilliant! I knew that other people would soon see that they were the perfect couple. Great job, indeed! You all remind me of myself when I was younger! Don't you agree, Minnie?"
The students all looked at their Transfiguration teacher in surprise. "Minnie?!?!" they exclaimed collectively. Kevin began to snicker but Rick had the sense to nudge him in the ribs before it became that awful bark. He cleverly covered it up with a cough, but the smirk still remained.
Minerva McGonagall stared at the group in front of her. Even her most trusted student since Hermione Granger: Cammy Grant, was part of this little conspiracy. Younger Albus'? Suddenly, the old wizards head replaced the students and it seemed like they were all smiling that annoying smile of his with that annoying glint in his eyes. Why? Hasn't she suffered enough during the war? There are Albus Dumbledore mini-me's?! With that thought, she proceeded to bang her head against the nearest wall... repeatedly.
With a wave of his hand, the headmaster dismissed her behavior. "Oh, never mind her. She's just a kill joy. Now, my fellow cupids, would you like to join us in creating the relationship of a lifetime?" He offered his hand as a friendly shake and Kevin, the leader of the group, gladly went and grasped it.
"This is the beginning of a beautiful partnership," the Gryffindor seeker said with a smirk.
Hearing the last comment, McGonagall banged her head against the wall harder. The only good thing that could come out of this, she decided, was watching Severus' expression when they break the news to him.
"Oh, I can't wait to tell Filius! He will be so excited!" He quickly used the floo system to invite the Charms professor to the gathering in his office. Minutes later, Professor Flitwick proudly walked into the office and everyone just stared at him for a second, wide eyed and open mouth.
That is because our friendly, hip, trusty Filius Flitwick had taken upon wearing a towel... only a towel. When he saw everyone gape at him like fish out of water, he simply asked, "What? Have you never seen this type of attire before? It IS all the craze in London!"
Chapter 9: Oh, that London fashion!
She could hardly believe her eyes. One moment, she was frantically concerned about one of her most interesting patients and the next, BAM she was in shock. Her mouth hung open like that of a fish and her eyes, despite her efforts to close them in modesty, could only stare at the image in front of her. There he was, Oliver Wood, Quidditch extraordinaire, obsessions of teenage girls everywhere, now stood in front of her as naked as the day he was born. There was only one thought in her mind: Wow.
Oliver Wood is not a shy person by any means. He was used to attention- after all, it was part of the job description. Still, he was shocked when his shower was interrupted by a female, one of the most complicated ones he had ever met at that. He had no idea what she was doing there and at the moment he really didn't care. It seemed like all his flaws were suddenly too apparent for comfort. His skin seemed like it was sagging and his knees felt wobbly and weak. How could one girl affect a confident guy like him by that much? With no strength to react and shampoo in his hair, he had no idea what to do except smile weakly and say, "Fancy seeing you here."
His voice seemed to have an effect on her as she finally blinked for the first time in about two minutes. She realized how it must have looked, with her suddenly tearing the shower curtain apart and staring at him like there was no tomorrow. The poor guy must have thought she was going to rape him! All thoughts of the poor suffering student flew from her head, except for the fact that he very well will REALLY be poor and suffering under her hands in the near future. She turned around quickly, with her hands covering her beet-red face. "I'm so sorry! I thought- Cammy said- so I-! I'm so sorry! I didn't see anything, I swear!... Actually that was a lie, I saw quite a bit ,but I-"
"Don't worry, I know it's a misunderstanding." Actually, he wasn't sure HOW that was a misunderstanding, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Wanting to reduce the embarrassment factor of the situation, he reached for his clothes, only to find that they had been pilfered by a few little matchmakers moments ago. "Um, Hermione. You wouldn't happen to know where my clothes went, would you?"
"What?" How dare they? She rashly whipped around to make sure that he was telling the truth- that his clothes really had gone missing. When she saw the sight of poor Oliver finally being out of shock enough to try to cover himself, she quickly turned back away. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I think I have a slight idea of what happened to them. We have to get out of here though, to do anything."
"How the heck do you propose we do that?" A wet, confused, and naked Oliver asked, shivering in the cold.
"Um, how do you feel about playing dress up?"
Three minutes later, after much struggling, a fully dressed Hermione Granger walked out with Oliver Wood- wearing nothing but a shower curtain wrapped around his waist and dragging across the floor. They passed by Professor Flitwick, who stared at Oliver's attire with shock. "Is THAT what young people are wearing these days?"
Not really in the mood to explain everything, Oliver just nodded. "Oh yeah, it's all the craze in London."
A thousand catcalls and longing stares later, Oliver finally made it to his room, got dressed and rounded up the troublemakers with his fellow victim. Now sitting in the Headmaster's office and explaining the scenario to his boss and his former Transfiguration teacher, the situation really did seem ridiculous. "...and so, as much as I love the students, I do hope you will find severe punishment for these little troublemakers."
Using all his strength, Dumbledore tried to suppress a smile from cracking across his face as he looked at the group of students now blushing from getting caught and the two pranked adults. "Now, Hermione, I understand that you're upset, but it WAS just a harmless prank, all in good fun."
"Harmless? Prank??" the mediwitch screeched, astonished. "Imagine if this happened to you and Minerva, Albus! Would it be so harmless then?" Ron always DID tell her that she needed help with her temper and always said things that may not be the best.
"Actually, that would be quite-"Dumbledore began.
"Albus!" McGonagall interrupted before he could continue. Goodness knows the strange things that could come out of that man's mouth. "I personally agree with Hermione. I believe that they have taken things a bit far and therefore, twenty points a piece from Gryffindor." At that Hermione smiled. She always knew Minerva was her favorite.
"Yes, yes, that's right. Now, I want you students to stay for a second and think about what you have done. Hermione, Oliver, you may go." With that, the two adults walked out of the room and without a word, in opposite directions. After all, when you've seen THAT much of each other, there really aren't any words.
back in the office
The minute Albus saw the spiral staircase carry the teachers down, he gleefully got to his feet and congratulated the Gryffindors on a job well done. "Brilliant! Just brilliant! I knew that other people would soon see that they were the perfect couple. Great job, indeed! You all remind me of myself when I was younger! Don't you agree, Minnie?"
The students all looked at their Transfiguration teacher in surprise. "Minnie?!?!" they exclaimed collectively. Kevin began to snicker but Rick had the sense to nudge him in the ribs before it became that awful bark. He cleverly covered it up with a cough, but the smirk still remained.
Minerva McGonagall stared at the group in front of her. Even her most trusted student since Hermione Granger: Cammy Grant, was part of this little conspiracy. Younger Albus'? Suddenly, the old wizards head replaced the students and it seemed like they were all smiling that annoying smile of his with that annoying glint in his eyes. Why? Hasn't she suffered enough during the war? There are Albus Dumbledore mini-me's?! With that thought, she proceeded to bang her head against the nearest wall... repeatedly.
With a wave of his hand, the headmaster dismissed her behavior. "Oh, never mind her. She's just a kill joy. Now, my fellow cupids, would you like to join us in creating the relationship of a lifetime?" He offered his hand as a friendly shake and Kevin, the leader of the group, gladly went and grasped it.
"This is the beginning of a beautiful partnership," the Gryffindor seeker said with a smirk.
Hearing the last comment, McGonagall banged her head against the wall harder. The only good thing that could come out of this, she decided, was watching Severus' expression when they break the news to him.
"Oh, I can't wait to tell Filius! He will be so excited!" He quickly used the floo system to invite the Charms professor to the gathering in his office. Minutes later, Professor Flitwick proudly walked into the office and everyone just stared at him for a second, wide eyed and open mouth.
That is because our friendly, hip, trusty Filius Flitwick had taken upon wearing a towel... only a towel. When he saw everyone gape at him like fish out of water, he simply asked, "What? Have you never seen this type of attire before? It IS all the craze in London!"