Severus glared at Ogden through the side of his eye and every other Head of House were disgusted with him. They would be pulling the other professors aside one by one letting them know what they had found out last night. Flitwick was already whispering to the witches next to him. Septima and Bathsheda. They didn't hold any sway and he knew Septima was just as strict as he and Minnie were. Only without their overwhelming presence… At least they could walk into a room and the students knew to silence themselves.

He admitted that had he not been quite the scholarly perfectionist while he was a student, he might have asked Septima for the occasional help. Thankfully he wasn't a dunderhead and arithmancy could be worked on at his own pace as the time allowed.

Molly's howler protected at least most of the students, all of his snakes at least. He would still give them passes and take them to the prefect baths should they tell him that the pedophile kept his eyes on them too long.

The poor excuse for a wizard in question had taken out a handkerchief and patted his forehead.

"Anything you would like to tell us, High Inquisitor Ogden?" Minerva asked, drawling out his title as the potions master would.

Her fingers were on the table and tapping in a way that was subtly menacing. Her nails were almost pointed, much like her claws, tapping rhythmically.

"N-no, ma'am."

"Any reason a mother would warn you to stay away from her daughter?" she asked, her fingers still tapping.

"N-not that I'm aware of," he said elusively, not looking at her.

"I see."

"Do you know whose mother that is?" he asked.

"One of my Gryffindors," Minerva said with an underlying growl, "Her husband works at the Ministry."

Ogden paled, "How long?"

"Long enough," Severus answered in an aloof manner.

Quickly after, the books for the Defense Against the Dark Arts were delivered. One for each student. Even as the chatter rose once everyone got them, the whispers returned soon after.

Luna looked at her book and a shine flashed over her eyes. Something came to her as she looked at the cover, but was seeing beyond the cover.

"I'll be right back, Mia. I have to ask your master for remedial potions," she said, getting up and skipping towards the Head Table, very glad that Severus wasn't sitting close to the monster in human skin.

"Good morning, Professor Snape," Luna chirped.

"Morning, Miss Lovegood. What may I assist you with?" Severus asked with an eyebrow arched, his face the picture of bored.

"I was wondering if it would be possible to have extracurricular potion lessons with you," she said with her dreamy smile.

"I see," he drawled.

"Miss Lovegood, wouldn't that be too much for you?" Ogden asked, his eyes having tracked her as she skipped.

Luna refused to look at him, "No, sir."

"Miss Lovegood, I believe it would be possible," Severus said, looking down his nose at her now, his eyebrow not having moved.

"Oh! My manners! Please?" she asked.

"Very well," he conceded.

"Snape, I don't believe that would be a good idea. Aren't you already busy with your apprentice?" Ogden said, trying to ignore Minerva's glare.

"High Inquisitor, as a Professor and the school's potions master, I have learned how to multitask. It won't be much different than remedial potions. Something that we do have as professors," he answered.

"Students are always able to ask for extra lessons and we do have the occasional who need remedial lessons. It's in the school charter," Minerva said firmly.

"Thank you, Professors," Luna said before skipping away.

Lunch came sooner than they realized and Hermione noticed Ginny poking at her food for once.

"Hey Gin, what's wrong?" Mia asked.

"I had… class, with Ogden," she mumbled.

"Oh."

'Yeah, 'oh'. Don't be stupid Granger, do something,' she thought to herself.

"Uhm… I know you got a bit mad during the summer about our etiquette. Would you like me to give you some tips in the common room later?" she asked, floundering.

Ginny paused and looked thoughtful. Harry and Hermione looked so proper and lately it just make Harry cool in a way Malfoy wished. Aunt Muriel wouldn't be able to say anything about that again. She'd never give up quidditch, but manners and stuff would keep the old crone off her case. That and if she ever actually went to a public function or whatever she wouldn't look like a… a… a Gaunt. A pureblood horror story about marrying too close. Besides, learning from someone closer to her age would probably be a thousand times better than learning from Aunt Muriel.

"Yeah, I'd like that," she said, a bit of happiness creeping back into her, now eating her food instead of pushing it around.

Just as Hermione was returning her attention to her plate, she noticed a third year crying a few seats over with two friends rubbing her back. She was sobbing her eyes out.

"What's wrong?" Hermoine asked, very concerned.

"I-I got detention," she sobbed.

"For what?" Hermione asked, indignantly on her behalf.

"I t-told Trelawney that I couldn't do the homework because I d-didn't always have dreams. She told me I was lying so I yelled at her that if anyone was lying it was her, and t-told her she didn't have t-the Gift," she answered.

Hermione paled before flushing angrily, "That stupid cow," she growled.

"If I am not in the common room when you are finished with your detention, you are to see Professor McGonagall immediately," Hermione told her, her voice in its official capacity.

The young witch nodded.

"Are you muggleborn?" Hermione asked quietly.

The young witch nodded, making the older witch chew on her lip.

"Make sure you see either McGonagall or me, okay? It's important," the curly haired witch insisted.

The young witch nodded again.

Later that evening close to midnight Minerva knocked on Severus's door and then let herself in with a loud bang. Thankfully Severus was decent and grading homework.

"That bad?" he asked.

"I just got back from watching over her bath. Poor lass was red when she came out, and not just from hot water," she hissed, her more feline attributes making themselves known, "I want him out! OUT!" her teeth started to elongate before the rest of her body followed.

The tabby cat was spitting mad as she hissed at everything in the wizard's living area. It was completely out of character for the witch, but he couldn't deny her anger. They were there to teach and to keep the dunderheads safe. It was one thing to keep them safe from themselves, it was another to keep them safe from a member of staff. Usually it was Severus, the big bad bat of the dungeon, but nothing above him being strict and mean within boundaries.

"I've decided to allow Hermione to test out of Defense Against the Dark Arts," he informed the angry witch.

Slitted eyes turned on him.

"Her tutor noticed that she was above level and with all the side work she had last year, I tested her myself, she is adequate. She'll never be a natural like her brother of course, but it'll be one less thing we have to worry about, and she'll have more time to study potions," he continued, "Of course right now she's doing some self-study with the Weasley twins and Miss Lovegood on how to be an animagus. I'm tempted to teach her myself, but I figure this is something she would also want to learn from you with her friends," he rolled his eyes at the sentiment.

Minerva's eyes returned from their slitted form as she then stretched and scratched a corner of his plush rug causing him to grumble. She leapt up and shifted midair as she did from her desk at the beginning of some of her classes.

"I suppose I could take over and teach them, they'd be done faster, but the twins with animal forms," she huffed.

"They'll be gone soon, this is their last year," he said almost wistfully, "I have to keep reminding myself that when their tricks get to be too much."

Minerva took a seat and sighed, "That's true. I'm sorry I lost my temper."

He waved the witch's apology off.

"Please send them to my office tomorrow if you see them before me," she insisted.

"I'll let her know with a school owl for the morning," he affirmed.

With a slight quirk of her lips she leaned back, "So how were classes?" she asked with a purr, knowing it was one of the few ways to send Severus Snape into a rant.

No one knew what happened during the muggleborn's detention, only that her skin looked raw the following day. Hermione had spoken to as many witches as possible, informing them to wear shorts under their skirts. She found out that most pureblood barely wore underwear, preferring to go commando. She wondered how Severus managed to speak with his Slytherin witches without blushing, but he assured her that if they didn't run to Madame Pomfrey when they got their period, they ran to him. He was fully aware of their menses and talking about covering themselves up underneath. There was nothing compared to a hysterical witch who hadn't received proper sexual education and thought she was dying. Thankfully that wasn't much of an issue he assured her.

It was barely a week later when the divination professor slipped up again and gave another set of detentions, one of them being another underaged witch. Minerva would later rake her through the proverbial coals as it was another one of her lions. Another Third year, Cora Smithins.

Ogden smiled, flashing his perfect teeth.

"Today I will have you cleaning the corners of the room, scrubbing them with a toothbrush," he said, "be sure to get those extra hard to reach places."

He pointed to the far-left corner where he purposely put a cabinet that would force the witch to lean and stretch to reach the area he was talking about.

"Get to it," he said, "You earned this detention and I will merely see to it that you learn to behave."

The witch trembled and nodded before grabbing the bucket and toothbrush provided. When she got there Cora noticed that she would have to get on her knees and actually stretch to reach the area he was talking about. Biting her lip self-consciously, she did what she had to do, blushing fiercely as she felt her skirt rise high enough that she knew her knickers were now showing.

She wanted to cry as she felt his eyes on her, but couldn't do anything. The wizard who had gotten detention with her was sent to Filch, leaving her alone with the creepy man. Under the scrubbing she was sure she could hear him breathing hard and scrubbed harder trying to keep the noise from reaching her ears. This continued for the whole detention, silence that was only broken with the sounds of scrubbing and heavy breathing.

When she finally pulled back, her face was red and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, "I'm finished, sir," she said meekly.

"Very good, Miss Smithins. I hope you've learned your lesson," he said as his eyes seemed to be scalding her with their gaze.

"Yes, sir," Cora said again softly.

"Here's a pass so you don't get in trouble for being out after curfew. Wouldn't want that," he feigned, "You may go."

When she reached for the pass he made sure that his fingers covered hers, when he pulled them away it was like he was caressing her.

With that she scampered out of the class as fast as possible without running. She felt dirty and wanted a bath. She didn't know what to tell her parents or her Head of House. He didn't touch her until the end and had her cleaning the corners, something Snape and Filch had them normally do. However she would take a week's worth of detention with them than Ogden.

When she reached her common room though she was surprised to see her Head of House.

"Miss Smithins, I'm glad you're back. Please come with me to my office. You're not in trouble I just want to talk with you" Minerva said as soothingly as possible.

Cora nodded and followed Minerva out through the portrait to their office.

"Please be seated," Minerva waited until the witch sat down, "I must apologize for your detention. We have been trying to tell the other staff members not to give detention to the younger years. Not because some of you don't deserve it, but we know there's something wrong with Professor Ogden. It would help if you could please tell me about your detention, leave out no details. Including how you felt and why. We want to help you and keep you as safe as possible."

Cora described the detention and started crying when she finished, "I j-just want a hot bath!"

"I understand. I'll walk you to the prefect's bathroom and stand watch," Minerva said, "Thank you for telling me, Miss Smithins."

Cora nodded.

Hermione had gathered all the girls in the Gryffindor dorms and did a head count to make sure they were all there.

"Listen up," she commanded, "Juno Ogden is a disgusting pervert who never should have set foot into Hogwarts. I want all of you to wear shorts under your skirts if you ever have a detention with him, it might be best to wear one while he's here in general. If anything happens, tell Professor McGonagall immediately after. Something happened in a recent detention and I know how dirty he makes us feel. The Heads of Houses also know, as they've been informed. They will ask you about your detention, do not leave anything out, they will ask how you felt during the detention as well. After I know you will want a hot bath. Let Professor McGonagall know and she will bring you to a prefect bath and stand outside to keep watch."

Ogden watched the witch bend over and sneered as he saw she was wearing something under her skirt.

"Miss Smithins, what are you wearing under your skirt?" he asked.

"S-shorts, Professor Ogden," she answered, pulling back to sit down.

"Shorts are not part of your uniform. Take them off," he growled.

"What?" she asked, quaking.

"Your shorts are not part of the Hogwarts uniform. Take. Them. Off."

She sat in shock, tears pooling into her eyes.

"NOW!" he shouted.

She stood up on shaky legs and pulled down her shorts while facing him. She pulled them off from behind to preserve her modesty, and then held them to her chest.

"Put them over where you cloak is," he commanded.

She did so silently.

"Now lift up your skirt so I can make sure that you're not wearing a second pair of those things."

Cora's breath started to quicken as she began to panic but did as he asked. Tears were now running down her red face.

"I don't recall underwear being on the list either… Take them off," he said sounding thoughtful.

She did, softly sobbing now, and put them with her cloak and shorts.

"Lift up your skirt so I can make sure," he said.

With shaking hands Cora lifted her skirt that now showed him her privates.

His breathing got heavy and she could see a slight strain under his robes.

"Good. However now I think I need to make sure that the rest of your clothing is in uniform," he said.

"Strip."

Cora ran to Minerva as soon as she saw her, threw her arms around her Head of House and broke down sobbing.

"H-he had me s-s-strip," Cora sobbed.

Minerva gasped and pulled the young witch closer, giving Cora all the comfort, she could at that time.

"We will take care of him Miss Smithins, I promise you," Minerva said with a heavy brogue.

Hermione was close by when she heard and her eyes turned flinty. At that moment she slipped out of the common room and made her way to her master's rooms.