Title: Gods In Love
Chapter 3: In which things heat up
Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's magical world of witches and wizards, or any of the characters in it. If you know the series, you will be able to pick out which characters are mine.
Description: In their seventh year, a wizarding sex shop opens for business in Hogsmeade, causing tension among the students and leading to unusual events and pairings (Ron x Hermione x Draco, Snape x ??).
A/N: I've just become aware that has been erasing my percent signs. So any numbers regarding compatibility were refering to percentage. I've gone back and added the work 'percent' where the sign used to be, lol. So there we go, no more of that.
Welcome to Chapter 3. Please keep your arms and legs inside the chapter until it comes to a complete stop.
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After her last class on a Monday, Professor Deia Sevenstone was sitting in her office with a peculiar little device she had just confiscated from a student in her class. The student in question had been pointing the device at other students and giggling with her friend.
Deia prodded it with her wand, and words appeared upon the screen:
Lady Catseye will be inserted into the database. You may change this codename if you wish. His/Her statistics are:
- Ability: Outstanding
- Potential: Outstanding +
It went on to list several other things as she turned it over in her hands. Seeing the letters 'SMF' printed onto the face of the device above the screen she realized that this must be one of the infamous Sexual Match Finders she'd been hearing about. But how had it scanned her, who was not the owner of the device? She swept her wand over the machine, causing the charms laid upon it to become visible.
It was clear that a layer of charmwork had been removed. A tricky little spell, too! Only the most advanced of seventh year students could have managed it... certainly not the giggling fools in the back of her class. They had been Slytherin students. Altering a self-help device for personal gain certainly had the touch of a Slytherin.
This was an excellent excuse to ask around for the whereabouts of Professor Snape.
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Professor Severus Snape was stalking down the potions corridor after his last class of the day, a first year potions class.
'The idiots can hardly tell the top of a cauldron from the bottom of one...' he fumed silently to himself. Suddenly he was aware of a hand on his shoulder. He swung about.
"What?" he snarled before seeing the speaker.
It was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, whom he hated on principle because she occupied the position he could not.
"Pardon me, Professor Sevenstone, I thought you were a student, or someone else come along to waste my precious time." he said acidly, "Clearly you are neither one of these things."
She smiled, "And precious time it is, Professor Snape, but I shall have to steal a bit of it. If you could join me in here a moment?" She motioned to a door to their right.
Snape sneered. "I suppose you're not very familiar with our humble establishment as of yet, Professor Sevenstone, but the door to which you are motioning opens into a broomcloset."
Quickly glancing one way down the hall and then the other, she opened the door and pushed him inside.
"Quite a fine broomcloset though!" she exclaimed, closing and locking the door behind them.
Snape, now crowded into a tiny, damp, mouldy smelling broomcloset with an extremely attractive (albeit probably insane) professor, was for once in his life at a loss for a single rude, sarcastic comment.
Professor Sevenstone took a breath, and spoke. "Lumos. Now, I'm going to cut to the chase. Whether you remember or not, I was a student in your seventh year Potions class the very first year you taught here at Hogwarts. The youngest Potions Master in several decades... I was entranced by your genius. I'm not sure to put this, but... I'd like to get to know you... better..."
Snape stared blankly into her cat-like eyes, illuminated by the soft wandlight. Was there any reason why she could she not have brought this up over tea?
And suddenly, she was kissing him.
'Merlin's balls! What on Earth?!'
He had no idea what to do with his hands, and so they hovered awkwardly over her body as she kissed him, and slowly, he began to kiss her back. Grabbing his hands, she placed one on her waist and the other on one of her breasts. She squeezed his hand, encouraging him to feel, which he did hesitantly at first, and eventually more confidently.
Snape panicked silently, all the while becoming more and more aroused. Deia was crushed close against him in the small, dark closet, her hands wandering over his body. Slowly, one of her hands started shifting his robes and reaching inside of them down the front of his pants to slowly and firmly stroke him. Snape groaned into her mouth.
She broke away for air.
"So Professor, enjoying yourself?"
"Merlin's beard," he responded, "at least call me Severus."
She laughed, kneeling down, pressed right against him in the tight space.
"And you can call me Deia." She took him in her mouth.
Snape let our an incoherent moan, fumbling for his wand to cast muffliato on the room. Looking for something to steady himself, he grabbed hold of a dusty shelf with one hand, and a handful of her thick, wavy hair with the other.
"Mm- you're awfully good at this-" he managed to gasp.
Her chuckles sent vibrations through him, making him weak in the knees. As if it weren't enough, she began to increase her pace. Soon, with a clipped cry, Snape came, gripping the shelf so hard it broke, sending jars and bottles of cleaning supplies crashing to the floor, exploding their contents throughout the tiny room. Snape managed to pull up his pants as he stumbled with Deia into the hallway, a cloud of multicoloured dust floating out after them.
Thanking his lucky stars there were no students in the hall at that moment, Snape cleaned the mess with a flick of his wand, and was about to move the dust from himself when Deia stopped him, and with a sly grin asked:
"Why not instead come up to my apartments for a shower?"
Snape offered a rare smile, and agreed that was an excellent idea.
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Malfoy, who was done class for the day, was making his way back to the Slytherin common room. Surely, he would again be inundated with students willing to pay through the nose to transform their 'self-help' devices into instruments of perversion. He grinned to himself. It wasn't as though he even needed the pocket change...
Suddenly, he spotted Harry amongst the crowd of students walking down the hallway. He glanced down at the SMF in his hand and then back at Harry.
'Excellent...' thought Malfoy, 'What a perfect way to get some dirt on Potter.' He scanned him. The statistics read:
Lionheart is already in the database.
Draco rolled his eyes. 'Lionheart... Figures he'd have some faggy nickname like that...'
His/Her statistics are:
- Ability: Great
- Potential: Legendary
- He/She can improve by: practising
- He/She prefers his/her partners to be: female; a match for him tendency-wise
- His/Her tendencies are to be: forward, enthusiastic, one who enjoys extended sessions of sexual activity, one who enjoys challenges and varied positions, dedicated to one partner.
- Specific target at the moment is: Demoness (repeat partner)
- Total partners: 2 [Further breakdown provided upon request
- Characteristics of his/her ideal partner would be: forward, enthusiastic, one who enjoys extended sessions of sexual activity, one who enjoys challenges and varied positions, dedicated to one partner.
- Current compatibility with Loki: -26 Percent
Draco started at the results, his plan to embarrass Harry clearly having backfired. 'Legendary?!' he screamed internally, 'That's not even in the HANDBOOK!!' He glanced up at Harry who was walking with Ginny. Draco's eyes narrowed. 'Of course his girl is the Weasley. Well, I wish them the joy of their befreckled, blood-traitor babies.'
With this, Draco stormed down the hall in the other direction.
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Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall with Ginny, eating dinner. Ron and Harry were sitting a little further down than usual, whispering excitedly about something.
"What's with them lately?" asked Hermione, clearly exasperated.
Ginny looked sheepish. "Well..." she responded, meekly meeting Hermione's gaze, "it might be partially my fault..."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. What could she have done to provoke such greater than normal stupidity in Harry and Ron (but especially Harry, who was usually quite a bit more sensible than he had been these past two weeks).
"Well firstly, I know for a fact that Harry isn't a virgin anymore."
Hermione's eyes opened wide, and she glanced over at Harry. It was true she had noticed a change in him recently; he seemed more relaxed, more confident...
"Then what about Ron?" asked Hermione, 'I know he's not a virgin...' she thought to herself, 'so it can't be that he's lost his virginity as well...'
"Well, that's obvious." Ginny answered, "Ron finally has someone to talk to about sex."
"Oh." said Hermione.
Her red-haired friend eyed her suspiciously between bites of shepherd's pie. "You're not surprised that Ron isn't a virgin? I mean, I can hardly believe it!"
"Well, um, uh," blustered Hermione, looking for an explanation. She stopped a moment, and then admitted the truth. "Well Ginny," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I scanned him."
"Oh, of course you- wait, what?" Ginny dropped her fork, now intent on hearing Hermione's answer. "How is that possible?
"Well, I found a way to let me use the SMF to scan other people... It's terrible isn't it?"
"Terribly brilliant!" cried Ginny. Hermione shushed her loudly, and then lowered her voice again.
"I do not want half the school knowing."
Ginny elbowed her friend playfully. "So you've got a bit of a pervy side too, don't you Hermione?"
Hermione blushed and looked at her plate, poking at a lonely pea with her fork. "I just wanted to see if it was possible..."
"Sure, sure." laughed Ginny. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. So, how compatible are you with my brother?"
"I think it was 78 percent." said Hermione.
Ginny seemed moderately impressed. "Not too bad. If I were you, I sleep with him."
"... you'd sleep with your brother?" giggled Hermione.
"AUGH! NO!" yelled Ginny, once again attracting the attention of half the Gryffindor table. "I said if I were you." Ginny grinned. "Besides, even if I had a brother complex, I'm already sleeping with Harry."
Hermione had to fight to keep from expelling a mouthful of milk through her nose.
"For real?!"
Ginny's grin widened. "Oh yeah. And Hermione," she sighed, "he's great. I can't even believe how quickly he's getting better... I mean, in no time at all I'm sure he'll be the most spectacular lover that ever lived."
The two girls laughed. Hermione grew suddenly serious.
"How on Earth can your brother talk to Harry knowing he's sleeping with you?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Well, he doesn't. Know that is. He doesn't know yet..."
As if on cue, Ron flew to his feet, sending cutlery and dishes flying in all directions as the tablecloth caught in his robes.
"WITH MY SISTER?! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"
Ron turned and stormed from the Great Hall, followed by the silence of every student.
"Ron! I'm- I'm sorry!" yelled Harry after him, his voice echoing through the quiet of the large stone room, "I was going to tell you!"
Ginny buried her face in her hands as Harry glanced helplessly over at her. Most of the student body was either staring at Harry or Ginny. Snickers floated over from the Slytherin table.
"Well," Ginny muttered through her fingers, "it looks like the cat's out of the bag..."
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Hermione arrived breathlessly in the empty Gryffindor common room just as Ron was starting up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
"Wait!" she cried, "Ron, don't be angry with him!"
Ron stopped, his hands curling and uncurling into fists. He swung about suddenly, walking decisively towards Hermione, yelling as he approached her: "Of course you'd take his side! It's not right for a bloke to be shagging his best friend's sister without telling him!"
"You're right, Ron!"
They were face to face.
"There you again, taking his s- what?"
"Ron, you're right."
Silence.
"Well, erm, of course I am."
"Harry was probably worried you'd react, well, like this. And so he didn't know how to tell you."
Ron sighed angrily, crossing his arms. "If he'd only told me right away, I'd have-"
"Reacted exactly like this."
Ron opened his mouth to speak, looking indignant, and then closed it again. "You're right, I guess."
"You should... probably apologize to him."
"Yeah... I suppose..." Ron muttered, trailing off.
The silence between them deepened as Ron thought about how he would approach Harry for forgiveness and Hermione took the opportunity to more closely examine Ron's features. He brushed at his red hair, in need of a haircut, as it kept falling into his pale eyes. She thought his long nose suited his face perfectly and his lips, not too thin, looked great for kissing...
'Whoa! When did I start thinking this way about Ron?'
'Since you scanned him.' answered another voice.
'Oh, it's true. It's just that when he's angry he looks so...so... forceful... so strong...'
'Masochist.' interjected the second voice.
Hermione frowned. She didn't know about these masochist tendencies of hers yet, but she did know she was quite attracted to Ron. When would she next get the chance to speak to him alone like this? She could feel her mouth drying and her face reddening.
"Ron... um..."
"Yeah?" he asked distractedly, running through his imminent apology to Harry in his head.
Hermione stuttered, and then spat the entire sentence out in one breath: "I- I- IwaswonderingifyouwantedtogototheHalloweendancewithme."
Ron looked up, suddenly paying attention again. "What was that?"
Bitting her lip and wondering if she was making a mistake, Hermione repeated her query: "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Halloween dance with me... like, as a date."
Fighting not to look too surprised or excited, Ron's eyes opened wide as he pursed his lips.
"I mean, like as a one-time thing, probably." she added hastily.
"Yeah sure!" responded Ron, a little too quickly to be subtle about his happiness. "That's a great idea! We can even make it a double date with Ginny and Harry!" Ron looked sheepish. "I'm going to apologize now..." He grinned. "I'll see you later Hermione!" Ron took off in the wrong direction and was halfway up the stairs to the dorms before he realized it. "Ha! Forgot where I was going!" he blustered joyfully, running back down the stairs and towards the portrait hole, "Catch you later!" As soon as he left the room Hermione heaved a relieved sigh.
'There.' she thought, 'I've done it. That wasn't so bad...' But in the back of her mind she was already beginning to dread the dance. What would she wear? Would they have fun? Would they be misconstrued as a real couple? Would Ron try to make a move on her?
"Augh!" she cried to the empty room, flopping into the nearest armchair. 'What on Earth was I thinking?'
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At that very moment back in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy was sitting eating dinner. After the laughter from the Potter/Weasley debacle had faded, a thought struck him. 'I've been scanning all these people, but I haven't even looked at the matches the SMF has found for me yet!' He pulled it out of his pocket and turned it on, asking for the list of generated matches.
There at the top of the list was a match at 94 percent compatibility.
"What a match. Athene, hm?" he muttered to himself. A sly smile crept onto his lips. "I think I should arrange a meeting with my goddess..."
End Chapter 3
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Oh ho ho!! Here we go folks:D Look for some more Snape-type stuff next chapter as well as the first encounter of Loki and Athene ;)
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