-=If JKR ever opens up the franchise, I would love to write racy, Snapey novels, but that's not likely to happen, so I'll have to write for free in the mean-time.=-

AN/ Thank you everyone for your continued interest.

Cheap Thrills

Shades of Green

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It wasn't deliberate he told himself for possibly the forth time. Snape watched all the party goers gather in the Entrance Hall. Hermione was at the centre of the crowd making an announcement.

She wore a pair of Muggle blue jeans. Thank Slytherin for blue jeans, they were very fine on her, cumbersome for him. That's what wands were for, were they not. She was also wearing a low cut cambric poet's top and an emerald half corset. That top was far too low cut. Where was McGonagall when you needed her? Oh, perfect! There she is, she'll put a stop to that provocative display.

Snape watched as the Headmistress walked up to Hermione. Whispering something in Hermione's ear. They both giggled. Giggle? McGonagall wasn't suppose to giggle, she never giggled. Moreover she was supposed to tell Ms. Granger to change, or at least admonish Hermione on clothing choice.

The Headmistress looked serious, addressing her next remarks to Hermione. The Head Girl pulled her wand out of her pocket, showing it to the older woman, then tucked it away in her back pocket.

Snape could barely hear Potter addressing the group, words drifted over to him. "Better witches... buttocks...and...more." There seemed to be a general agreement. Ron and Harry clapped hands mid-air.

"Little gits." Snape snarled.

Hermione pulled Draco close, too close. Those two are wearing matching greens. Hermione never wore green. It had escaped his attention that everyone wore green as well. McGonagall pat Draco on the shoulder.

The group left out the door under while Minerva watched. The Headmistress turned, walking back toward her study.

"Albus, I'll return shortly. I want to see the students off. I wish them to remember; they are representative of Hogwarts, whatever their ages. You can tell me the joke when I return." Speaking to Dumbledore's portrait.

~*~

"Ms. Granger." Hermione, focused on the Headmistress. McGonagall leaned in for a private word, "a certain Slytherin is watching you, don't look by the hourglasses. Severus looked a bit fussed." They shared the private chuckle. More dignified she stood erect. "Now Ms. Granger, do you have your wand?"

"Yes Professor, here it is." Brandishing her wand, then returning it to her pocket.

Harry broke in, "better witches than you have lost buttocks. Elemental wand safety, and no one uses it any more." Ron and Harry high-fived. 'Moody.' They both mouthed.

There was a collective desire to go.

Gripping Draco around the middle, pulling him over. "And Mr. Malfoy is under strict orders to assure my safety."

"Very well Mr. Malfoy." Poor boy, having to answer to Severus. McGonagall pat Draco on the shoulder sympathetically, and they left. Minerva stayed long enough to see the door close behind them.