Title: Luck of the Draw
Author:
Jaya
Rating:
FRAO – Fan Rated Adults Only
Archive:
tayryn’s tower
Disclaimer:
The characters all belong to the absolutely brilliant J. K. Rowling. I am only playing with them for a while. They will be safely returned.
Summary:
It’s the beginning of summer vacation and the teachers are celebrating
~o~
Albus
Dumbledore, Headmaster of the acclaimed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry and considered by most to be the greatest wizard alive, finished his
nightly circuit of the castle. He hadn’t
found anything amiss, but he had known that before beginning his nightly
walk. All of the students had departed
on the morning Hogwarts Express, bound for
The
castle lay silent so he moved forlornly toward his rooms, missing the chatter
and laughter of the children. It was
always the same for him when they left.
Albus was by nature a social person and he missed the companionship of
others.
And
then he happened by the staff room. The
hour being late he had expected most of the teachers to either be asleep or
packing furiously for their own vacations.
Instead he heard a roar of raucous laughter.
His
brow wrinkled. It sounded like a party…
and he hadn’t been invited! After a
moment’s hesitation and a loud yelp from the room he pushed the door open
resolutely… and was stunned.
“Might
I inquire as to what is going on here?” He asked as he stared at the table in
the middle of the room.
Seven
people sat around the square table – Poppy Pomfrey, the school nurse and her
gentleman friend Alastor Moody, Filius Flitwick, the charms instructor and
Sybil Trelawney, the first year Divination teacher, and the potions master,
Severus Snape next to Rolanda Hooch, the flying instructor. The seventh person, sitting completely on her
own was Minerva McGonagall, professor of transfiguration and his normally calm
to the point of iciness assistant headmistress.
‘Normally,’
Albus thought because her square spectacles were askew on her face, her outer
robes of tartan lay in a pile on the floor, and a half-empty bottle of
firewhisky sat by a full glass in front of her.
In her hand she held a fan of five cards that she had been studying
intently.
Several
more bottles of whisky stood around the table and all of the people were
holding cards. The center of the table
held a large pile of poker chips. But
what caught and held Albus’ attention were the various states of undress of all
the table members.
Alastor
Moody was shirtless. Poppy Pomfrey had
lost her outer robes and appeared to be barefoot as well. Madame Hooch had also lost her outer
robes. Flitwick was minus a coat, over
shirt and necktie. Severus Snape was
wearing heavy boots, a white undershirt and green silk boxers with hissing snakes
slithering across them. But Trelawney…
poor Sybil was wearing nothing but a heavy linen shift drawn all the way up her
neck.
“Albus!” Filius called out rather loudly, his tiny features bright with an
alcohol haze. “Come join us!” He waved Albus into the room. “Minerva needs a * hiccup * partner. She’s wearing entirely too many * hiccup *
clothes.”
Albus
bit his tongue to keep from laughing at Flitwick’s inebriated speech but a
glance at the others showed that they were all in a similar state, even
Minerva. Albus did a double take then
looked again at his headmistress and dear friend. They often shared a drink or two together on
a cold evening but he had never seen her in quite this state. The top buttons of her inner green robes were
undone and the tight bun she normally wore on top of her head looked in
imminent danger of falling down. Indeed,
several strands of her long ebony hair had worked themselves free and curled
about her face.
Minerva
brushed one such strand back disgustedly as it interfered with the sight range
of her half-closed eyes. She made a
conscious attempt to open them wider and emerald orbs gleamed hazily at Albus
as he made his way to the chair beside her.
“You
need a drink!” She announced.
“Perhaps
a small one,” Albus conceded. “Accio glass!” A small whisky glass flew from a shelf near
the sink and landed before Albus without the wizard ever pulling out his wand.
“Showoff!” Minerva muttered as Albus poured the glass half full then sat the
bottle down beside him, and well away from Minerva.
“What
is the name of the game?” He asked, although he already had a pretty good idea.
“Well,”
Poppy started, “Filius wanted to play Truth or Dare…”
“And
Alastor wanted to play poker,” Sybil chimed in.
“So
Rolanda suggested that we make it strip poker…” Minerva said.
“And
we came up with Truth or Dare Strip Poker!”
Hooch made a goal symbol, shoving both of her hands straight up into the
air and revealing her cards to all as she finished the explanation.
“Should
I ask what the rules are?” Albus asked as Severus handily plucked the cards
from Hooch’s hand and called all of the other cards back in as well. He shuffled the deck expertly then began a
new deal.
“The
rules of poker are the same,” Severus told Albus as he flicked cards across the
table. “The only difference is that the
winner gets to choose someone to lose a piece of clothing and also someone who
has to play truth or dare. They can
choose the same for both or two different people.”
“And
the victims are solely the winners choice? There isn’t any kind of rotation?”
Severus
glanced at the woman by his side as Hooch giggled. “No.
The choice is solely at the discretion of the winner. You can even pick the same person over and
over as you choose, or team up with another player to attack a third. Hence my current state of
undress.” His glare shifted from Rolanda to Minerva.
McGonagall
simply smiled evilly then turned her attention back to Dumbledore, her head
falling to rest on the hand propped up by her elbow. “Who knows, Sevvie…
we might turn our attention to bigger game…”
Albus
cocked both eyebrows and stared at Minerva until she began to chuckle. “Deal the cards, you Slytherin guttersnipe!”
She ordered as she found the effort to pull her head back up.
“Get
your eyesight checked, you Gryffindor tart!” Snape replied as he tossed the
last of Minerva’s five cards on her pile.
The
hand played through to its conclusion with Snape emerging the winner. Hooch groaned loudly as she threw her cards
to the table.
“Paybacks
are a bitch, aren’t they Hoochie?” Severus grinned
evilly.
Roland
rolled her eyes. “So do I get Truth or
Dare or stripping? Keep your fingers
crossed, Min. You get the other!”
“Actually…”
Snape turned to eye the couple sitting across the table. “Someone at this table is entirely too
overdressed. Since this is your first
hand, Headmaster, I think that you should lose an article of clothing.”
“Dammit!”
Hooch exclaimed.
Albus
grinned sheepishly as he stood, shrugged out of his voluminous outer robe and
tossed it onto the pile of clothes at the side of the table. “Do I get it back?” He inquired.
“Of
course,” Minerva smiled, relieved that she had escaped Snape’s
payback for at least one round. “The
house elves will deliver them tomorrow.”
“As
for you…” Snape turned his attention back to Hooch. “Truth… or Dare?”
Hooch
thought hard for a moment. “Filius, are
you sure we didn’t place any limits on the dares?”
“I
tried, my dear,” the tiny professor answered, “but you * hiccup * shot me
down.”
“Okay…
truth.” Hooch chose, not trusting any dare that Severus might issue.
“You
have to answer truthfully,” Severus said.
“I heard a rumour that during your senior year, the day that Gryffindor
cinched the Quidditch cup, you actually flew around the Quidditch pitch butt
naked. Is this true?”
Hooch
grinned slyly. “It wasn’t just my butt
that was naked, Sevvie. And I had some company up in the sky as
well…” Even though Hooch didn’t look at Minerva the transfiguration professor
coloured slightly and dropped her head. “Although the other girls on the team were too modest to go all the
way. But I got a standing ovation
from the entire male population of the school, Slytherins
included!”
Albus
couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of Hooch in all her glory and Minerva
in her bra and panties, a Gryffindor flag quickly yanked from its pole and
wrapped around her body. Hooch had
indeed received rousing applause, but he wasn’t sure if that had made up for
the pain she had to suffer as the school nurse plucked all the splinters out of
her thighs. Madame Elloras
had talked about Hooch’s screams and complaining for days after.
The
next few hands flew by uneventfully except that Minerva and Hooch shared a
toast and both downed very large whiskeys when Hooch managed to snare Snape’s boots and the complete unvarnished and horrendously
dull truth about Filius’ first sexual encounter. Albus lost his shoes to a snarky
Alastor Moody who was paying more attention to his view down Poppy’s cleavage
than he was to the game.
Finally
Snape managed to win another hand and extracted a particular gruesome truth
about Moody’s childhood bedwetting habits before turning to Minerva and
demanding clothing.
Minerva’s
eyes narrowed as she muttered something almost incomprehensible at the
Slytherin headmaster.
“Tut tut, Minerva… no hexing
allowed,” Severus shook his index finger at her. “Your clothes, please… not that I have any
desire to see any part of you naked, much less all of you but… I’ll have such
fun with your humiliation when your bony butt is bare!”
Minerva
smiled sweetly at Severus. “I think that
I’ll throw up in your boots before they are returned to you. And speaking of footwear…” Minerva tried to
reach down and undo the lacings of her shoes but her fingers didn’t seem to be
working properly. After several attempts
she turned to Albus. “Turn around.”
Albus
shifted his chair so that he was facing Minerva, thinking that she was going to
ask him to undo her laces for her.
Instead she also shifted then lifted one foot and planted it on the edge
of Albus’ seat, directly between his legs.
His eyes grew wide when she pulled her skirt up to her knee, revealing
silk stockings as she worked at the knots of her laces.
One
shoe came off quickly. Filius, being on
the other side of Minerva, grabbed it from when she drew her arm back and aimed
at Severus.
“Good
job, Fili,” Hooch applauded. “As drunk as Minerva is she would have
probably hit me!” There was little doubt that Hooch was also quite full of
firewhisky.
“One
could only hope,” Severus observed wryly.
Hooch elbowed him and he elbowed her back, starting a war on the bench
they shared. The attention of the table
turned to the feuding couple with the exception of Minerva, who was struggling
with her second shoe, and Albus, who was watching Minerva’s robes inch slowly
up her thighs.
Albus’
chest froze, unable to draw in or expel air, when the hem of Minerva’s gown
revealed the top of her stocking and creamy white skin. He lifted his hands then slapped them back to
the sides of his chair, gripping the cushion tightly to keep from acting on the
urge to slide the robes even further.
Minerva
freed her foot from the shoe just as Hooch’s ass hit the floor, Severus
emerging the victor in their pushing match.
She dropped the shoe to the ground with a loud thump and flexed her foot
forward, stretching the limb in a catlike manner. The only problem was that her toes went
forward between Albus legs and brushed over a very sensitive area that he was
already having problems keeping in line.
Luckily Minerva didn’t seem to notice that her toes were playing over
his growing erection.
“Deal
the cards, Poppy!” Rolanda demanded as she stood up and rubbed her bruised
bum. “I’ve got to teach this snake a
lesson.”
“As
if you could…”
“Wait
‘til those cute little snakes on your drawers start biting you where it really
hurts, stud!” Hooch challenged.
Poppy
was about to pass out the cards when suddenly Sybil’s head hit the table with a
loud thunk.
“One
down, seven to go!” Alastor grumbled.
“Let’s get a move on it.”
“You
are the one who wanted to play cards,” Minerva observed.
“That
was then, this is now,” Moody growled.
“To
card playing!” Hooch exclaimed to Minerva and lifted her whisky glass. Minerva responded in kind and they clinked the glasses then downed the contents.
Albus
ruffled his brow, trying to figure out how Minerva had managed to fill her
glass when he hadn’t seen the bottle move from where he placed it.
“Card
playing be damned,” Alastor responded as he reached
over and gave Poppy’s breast a squeeze.
The school nurse tittered.
“Not
in front of my colleagues, Alsy.”
“Then
get a move on, woman! I’ve got a hard-on
I could pound nails with!”
“Make
that six hands, Poppy.
I think I’m done for the evening as well,” Filius told the group. While Poppy dealt he moved away from the
table toward a comfortable sofa and by the time that she was done gentle
snoring could be heard.
A
triumphant Alastor won the hand and turned to Albus with the Truth or Dare
choice. Albus debated his options. Alastor Moody had known him a long time and
he certainly knew some embarrassing things that he could make Albus
reveal. On the other hand Albus had only
had one small firewhisky so he was leery of any dare. Finally he decided that the dare was a safer
bet.
The
grin on Alastor’s face was pure evil as he commanded Albus to stand and
serenade the room with his rendition of ‘Fly Me to the Moon’. Albus cursed his friend inside his head as he
reluctantly moved to his feet and began to sing, his nervousness apparent in
his cracking voice. But when he looked
at Minerva he saw that she was gazing at him in somewhat drunken admiration and
his voice grew stronger as he concentrated on singing only to her.
“Very
nice, Albus,” Minerva lurched at him as he sat down, nearly falling into his
lap while she was complimenting him.
Albus grabbed at her to keep her upright, his fingers ignoring his
brain’s order not to cop a feel when they fell on her breast.
“And now, Miss Pomfrey,” Alastor’s evil grin was back, “an article of
clothing if you please!”
Poppy
grinned sheepishly as her fingers reluctantly pulled at the clasp of her inner
robes. She stood and faced Alastor as
she let them slide down her arms.
“Oh,
Lord!” Moody breathed at the sight of his girlfriend in a tiny red lace bustier
and garter set. “We’re out!” Before anyone could reply he’d scooped Poppy
up over his shoulder and stomped out of the room.
“The
time is getting late,” Albus said, hoping to break up the game before things
got any wilder.
“So
you’d better deal quickly!” Minerva and Hooch clinked glasses yet again and
gulped their whisky. Albus raised an
eyebrow, wondering if Minerva had a bottle hidden beneath the table then
shrugged and began to deal. His deputy
was a grown witch, after all. And he
wasn’t willing to face her wrath by cautioning her about imbibing too much in
front of other staff members.
Albus
was surprised when he won the next hand and, ever the gentleman, apologetically
extracted a simple truth from Hooch before turning to Minerva.
“A piece of clothing, my dear.” He asked as he turned his chair, hoping
against hope that she would choose her stockings.
Minerva
met Albus gaze with half-lidded eyes, seemingly searching them for a moment,
although he was sure she was much too drunk for that. To his delight and chagrin she lifted both
feet and placed them on the arms of his chair on either side of him. Her movements seemed almost seductive as she
tugged her skirts up to her knees then reached beneath them to roll the silky
material down her left leg.
Severus
was dumbfounded by Minerva’s movements, but Hooch’s taloned nails digging deep
into his thigh kept him from saying anything.
As for Albus, he had eyes only for the woman in front of him.
Minerva
tossed the stocking away, never noticing that it landed on Severus’
head, the toe hanging down over his eyes.
As she moved to her right leg her skirts moved even further down, giving
Albus a glimpse of the white cotton placard covering the junction of her
thighs. She soon had the stocking off,
too soon in his opinion, and she offered it to him with a smile.
The
next deal was Minerva’s but Hooch took the hand. She claimed Albus’ inner robes, leaving Albus
grateful that although he didn’t wear trousers beneath his outerwear, his long
linen shirt fell to his knees.
“Truth
or Dare, Sevvie?” Hooch asked sweetly.
“Dare!” He bit back defiantly.
“Oh good! The time limit is two
minutes. I dare you to… stroke Minerva’s
pussy.”
Albus
flew to his feet, thunder on his face.
“Now wait just a damn minute!”
“Albus!” Minerva grabbed his arm and tugged.
He reluctantly sat down.
“If
you think for one minute that I’m going to allow someone else to touch you that
intimately…”
“You
just don’t understand Hoochie’s very warped sense of
humour.”
With
a pat to Albus’ cheek Minerva disappeared.
Seconds later a sleek tabby cat with square markings around its eyes
leapt from her chair to the table and elegantly wound her way among the chips
and bottles to stand in front of Severus.
The cat looked briefly at Hooch and hissed then turned back to the
potions master, resignation in her eyes.
Severus
looked like he was going to throw up as he tentatively reached out and pushed
one finger over the cat’s head, covering about an inch of fur. The cat purred contentedly and pushed its
head against Snape’s palm.
“Stop
that!” Severus commanded the cat who raised its head and meowed
questioningly. “I’m going to pet you but
I’m not going to enjoy it and neither are you.”
By
the time that two minutes had passed the cat was purring enthusiastically,
wrapping its paws around his arm and biting at his fingers playfully.
“Okay! Enough is enough!” Severus tried to yank his
hand back but Minerva got in a good swipe, claws out before he was completely
out of reach. She then turned, tail held
high, and walked daintily back to her seat.
Seconds later Professor McGonagall reappeared.
“I
always knew you were an old softy at heart, Sevvie.”
“You
were just enjoying the expert touch of a Slytherin. God knows that is as close as you’ll ever
get…”
“Thank
God, you mean. Give me a warm lusty
Gryffindor over a cold stingy Slytherin any day!”
“Like you really have to worry about either. Your bed is as cold as your heart.”
“Severus!”
Albus had his fill of their banter. “You
will not speak to Professor McGonagall that way. And don’t you giggle, Minerva. You are just as bad. Since all of you insist on finishing this
horrible game I suggest you deal the cards, Madame Hooch.”
After
giving Albus a sly wink, Rolanda spit in each palm, rubbed her hands together
then picked up the deck and dealt them out like lightening. The betting was intense; Snape convinced that
Minerva was bluffing until she laid down a royal flush. The Slytherin swore colourfully. Minerva simply smiled.
“Your
moment has come at last, Professor Snape,” Minerva told the young man
scornfully. “Unless
you happen to be wearing a jock strap beneath your last article of clothing.”
Snape
sneered at Minerva as he stood, his hands moving to the waistband of his
boxers.
“Just a moment, Sevvie. Once you remove your… most interesting
underwear… the game will be over and I will win, correct? But since I won this round as well I also get
to pick a Truth or Dare player…” Minerva’s voice trailed off as she turned to
Albus and let her eyes run over his head and torso. “I’m sure that you have so many fascinating
secrets, Albus. I’d love to learn about
all of them… but perhaps that is best done in private. Hooch!”
Rolanda
jumped when she realized that Minerva had turned her attention to her.
“Min…
we were partners… we were working together… drinking together… remember?”
“Indeed
I do. Truth or Dare, Rolanda?”
“Oh
shit! With you I’m doomed no matter
which one I pick!” Rolanda slumped over
the table, her chin buried in her hands.
“Truth or dare… dare or truth… Out of the two I am probably just
marginally safer with… dare.”
Minerva
beamed; having hoped that Hooch would chose that route. “Very well. Now… as much as I love the idea of making Sevvie walk back to that cold, dank dungeon absolutely starkers… the thought of seeing his skinny little snake
actually makes me sort of nauseous… of course that could be the whisky… but I
digress. Rolanda, since you were the one
who came up with the idea of strip poker you should be the one to reap the
rewards! I dare you to escort Sevvie back to his chambers, enter his quarters with him,
watch him strip, mock his skinny white butt to your heart’s content… then run
his boxers up the castle flag pole.”
“Minerva…”
Albus cautioned but she ignored him.
“I
will be checking tomorrow morning so you have all night to insult the
insufferable little bastard.”
For
a moment Hooch looked horrified at the suggestion but slowly a sadistic grin
appeared on her face. “Very
good, Min… very good indeed. Get
moving, you snake!” Hooch poked Snape in the ribs and gestured toward the
door. She grabbed her glass and raised
it toward Minerva one last time. “Well
played, my friend!”
Minerva
slumped back in her chair once the couple was gone, her eyes closed. “Thank heavens that is
over with. One more whisky and I would
have thrown up all over the table.”
“I
have noticed a distinct change in your voice patterns over the last hours,”
Albus chuckled. “I think it is time to take
you to bed.”
Minerva
opened one eye halfway. “Why, Headmaster… are you prospa… proper… propazishh… ening… me?”
Albus
managed to keep his face neutral although other parts of his body reacted
swiftly to her question. He kept telling
himself that he should be ashamed to have such thoughts of Minerva when she was
obviously rip-roaring drunk but his lower half didn’t seem to give a damn.
“Actually
I was suggesting that you need to have a good night’s rest so that tomorrow
morning you will be able to face the horrendous hangover that you most
certainly will have.”
Minerva
lurched to her feet, hands at her hips, and glared at Albus. “I’ll have you know that I’m a Scotch… no…
that ishn’t right… I’m a
What
Minerva didn’t realize during her rant was that she was slowly falling forward;
Albus stood mid speech, catching her before she could topple completely over.
“Why,
Albus… I’d love to dance!”
Albus
found himself chuckling, amused at the silly side of
Minerva that he had seldom seen before.
He would have to get her drunk more often, he decided.
“Come,
my dear. Let me escort you to your
rooms.” Albus wrapped his arm around her
waist and guided her carefully toward the door.
Minerva
was none to steady on her feet so Albus moved slowly; glad he had a firm hold
on her when she stumbled several times.
They
were just passing the stairway heading down toward the Slytherin dungeons when
Minerva lurched dangerously and couldn’t find her footing again. “Be still, my dear,” Albus told her then,
with a strength belying his aged appearance, scooped her into his arms.
“Oh
my…”
Albus
followed Minerva’s gaze and almost blushed when he realized that her feet were
tangled up in a knot of green fabric… green silk, to be exact… with tiny snakes
crawling and hissing all over it.
“You
should hurry, Albus,” Minerva told him, deadly serious. “We won’t be safe out here as long as there
is a naked Snape wandering around.”
“I
wonder why Hooch didn’t make him wait until he reached his quarters… oh… this
is Hooch… never mind.” Albus rolled his eyes at his own mistake. He happened to glance down the stairway as he
did so, his gaze falling on something lying on a step about halfway down. “Lumos,” he told the
low burning lanterns lining the stairway.
They
immediately sprang to life, giving Albus and Minerva a clear view of the few
items of clothing that Hooch had been left wearing when she exited the staff
room. As they stared a loud moan echoed
up from the shadows near the bottom of the steps, followed by the unmistakable
sounds of a couple involved in sex... hot sweaty sex… wild monkey sex… against
the castle walls.
“Now
I know I’m going to be sick,” Minerva observed as her head fell to Albus
shoulder.
“They
are adults, Minerva. They are entitled…”
Albus was trying hard to ignore the sounds of enjoyment echoing up to the
roof. He was already highly aroused and
the thought of being able to make Minerva scream like that… Albus hoisted
Minerva higher in his arms, hoping that her bottom wasn’t hanging low enough to
feel the tip of his erection as it pointed skyward.
Although
he was sober as a judge, Albus was the next to stumble, his toe catching a
stone in the floor as Minerva’s warm breath rushed into his ear.
“Minerva,
are you feeling okay?” He asked.
“Mmm…
I’m feeling wonderful,” her lips brushed over his neck as she spoke, leaving
Albus to wonder how he hadn’t noticed her burrowing through his hair. “You make me feel…” her fingers, having
slipped beneath his beard and freed the top three buttons of his shirt, slipped
inside and found his flat nipple, “… like begging you to take me against the
wall. Would you like that, Albus?” Her lips latched onto the skin below his ear
and sucked.
“Minerva!
Behave yourself!” he commanded. As Minerva continued to explore his chest he
realized that he was standing in the middle of the corridor, wearing only a
single shirt, while his deputy… his extremely drunk deputy… did her best to seduce
him. And he was enjoying it!
“Behaving
is vastly overrated,” she pinched his now erect nipple hard.
Albus
began moving, almost running toward Minerva’s quarters. If he didn’t get her out of his arms and
tucked safely into bed soon, he didn’t know what he might do.
“Queen’s play,” Albus told the portrait firmly, “and not another word
out of you.”
The
young woman in the painting eyed the couple with interest but kept her mouth
shut as she revealed the door to Minerva’s inner sanctum.
Once
the portrait swung closed behind them Albus carefully lowered Minerva to her
feet.
“Stay
there,” he commanded, one hand on her arm as he turned back to secure the door.
Albus
felt Minerva pull away from his grasp but he was in the middle of a securing
spell. By the time that he finished Minerva
had moved into her sitting room.
Albus
quickly took the few steps that would bring Minerva back into sight then
stopped suddenly, shocked as he watched her green robe slide over her hips and
pool on the floor around her feet. The short slip that she wore beneath left very little to his
imagination. Albus could see the
dark tips of her nipples pointed through the sheer material that clung to her
curves. He swallowed hard and took a
step forward, intending only to see Minerva tucked safely in bed to sleep her
inebriated state away.
At
the same moment Minerva stepped toward Albus, her foot catching in the puddle
of material at her feet. She jerked
forward, her hands flailing and catching the edges of his long shirt. Buttons popped and flew as Minerva’s momentum
pulled him toward her. He just managed
to twist them both before they hit the floor; Albus flat on his back with
Minerva sprawled on top of him.
“Oooh, are you hurt?” Minerva asked in a mothering tone as
she pushed her head up from his beard and flicked the length of hair back over
his shoulder. “Let me kiss it and make
it better.”
Albus
started to protest but the words died in his throat as Minerva’s lips closed
around his nipple. Instead he groaned,
his hands clenching her shoulders, as she brought her teeth into play, nipping
the hard peak lightly.
“Minerva! You have to stop!” He bit out.
Rather
than comply, Minerva shifted her legs so that she was straddling him; the press
of her knickers against his stiff rod causing him to realized
that his shirt had been ripped completely open and only the thin piece of
fabric called her knickers stood between their bare skin meeting. The thin wet
piece of …
Albus’
breath went ragged. “Minerva… we can’t
do this….”
Minerva
lifted her head to stare into Albus’ eyes, more strands of satiny black hair
escaping the customary tight bun and falling over her shoulder to tickle his
chest.
“Don’t
you want me, Albus?” She sat up and slowly but seductively lifted the short
slip up her body and over her head, tossing it to the side as she ran her
fingers through her hair, the remaining pins falling to the floor while the
black sheath tumbled free. Albus, his
mouth immediately dry, couldn’t take his eyes off of her nearly naked body.
“God… yes!” The urge to respond to her rubbing hips overtook him and he bucked
against her, feeling the fabric give, as he pressed further into her slit.
“Then
why can’t we do this?” Minerva lowered
her head to his and kissed him solidly on the mouth. This was no gentle tentative kiss but one
filled with lust and passion. He had no
choice but to open to her insistently probing tongue. Albus thought he would explode when she
sucked his tongue into her mouth while exploring his warm cavity with her
own. He knew that if he didn’t gain
control of the situation quickly he would hate himself in the morning. He’d be extremely satisfied… but he’d hate
himself. He tried again.
“Minerva!”
He said sharply while pushing against her shoulders.
She
rose slightly, her torso pushing up as her hips
continued their seductive undulation.
Albus
eyed the rosy nipple just inches from his mouth. He licked his lips nervously as he stared at
the heavy white globe with the large dusky areola peaked tightly.
Minerva
followed his gaze with heavy eyes.
“Would you like to return the favour?”
She pushed the mound toward him.
Albus
grabbed the nipple hungrily with lips and tongue, sucking the offering with
such force that Minerva arched forward, trying to push more of her breast into
his mouth. He nipped her lightly and she
felt a jolt of electricity throughout her entire body, the rippling sensations
all meeting at the very center of her desire.
Moisture flooded out of her body and over Albus’ hard shaft.
The
sound of Minerva’s keening cry pierced Albus’ concentration enough for him to
realize what he was doing. He gave up
her breast reluctantly, at war with his conscience over his desire to continue
exploring her body. Discontent without
the feel of Albus lips on her body, Minerva once again claimed his mouth with
her, her thighs tightening about his hips while she ground her mound against
him. This time Albus was the one to
thrust deep into Minerva’s warm oral cavity, their tongues moving against each
other in a dance as old as time.
While
Minerva was distracted with the kiss Albus regained enough of his senses to
turn them, rolling across the carpet until Minerva was on her back with him on
top of her. But before he could break
the kiss and lever himself off her body she wrapped an arm around his back and
her legs across his buttocks and thighs.
Albus
felt the press of her fingers as Minerva insistently worked her hand between
them and tried to take advantage of the opportunity but when he attempted to
shift away Minerva simply tightened her legs even more.
“NO!”
Albus broke the kiss abruptly. He lowered his forehead to Minerva’s, breathing
heavily. “I will not take advantage of
you while you are inebriated, Minerva.
You would hate me in the morning and I couldn’t live with you hating me. When we make love it will be because you want
it as much as I do, because I’m the man you want in your bed and in your body
and not simply because you’ve had too much firewhisky.”
“Two.”
Albus heard Minerva whisper.
“Two?”
He opened his eyes to find that the alcohol-induced haze in Minerva’s eyes had
disappeared. The half-lidded dazed look
was gone. Instead her emerald eyes were
bright and clear, filled with desire… and something else.
“I
had two whiskeys tonight and that was several hours ago,” she answered with a
clear voice, the thick tongue gone as well.
“But
I saw you…”
“An
enchanted glass… and the beverage inside it was tea.”
“Then
why…?”
Minerva
smiled. “To keep
Rolanda drinking, of course. She’s a card shark until she gets
drunk. But when you came in… I took
advantage of the situation, I’m afraid.
I’ve loved you for so long and I thought I might find out if you wanted
me too. If you had spurned me I could continue
the act and wake in the morning with a terrific hangover having no memory of
what I’d try to do to you.”
Albus
was amazed at Minerva’s words. He’d
loved her from a distance for years, never dreaming that she might love him in
return. He realized that she didn’t
comprehend what she’d confessed, thinking that she’d told him that she wanted
him but not her emotional involvement.
He decided to hold nothing back.
“I
can’t remember a day when I didn’t love you, Minerva.” She could see the truth in his eyes as he
spoke. “So many times I’ve tried to
approach you… to ask if you would let me court you… but there always seemed to
be another man seeking your attention… someone younger… with a perfect nose…”
“And
I rebuffed them all.” Minerva responded with a twinkle in her eye and smacked a
sloppy kiss on the proboscis in question before moving to Albus’ mouth.
The
touch of Minerva’s lips fanned the flames of desire that had been burning
steadily while they spoke. Albus moaned
as Minerva shifted beneath him.
“So
what do we do now?” He asked, not wanting to rush Minerva or assume anything.
Minerva’s
eyes closed as she smiled slyly. “Why
don’t we…?”
Albus
felt every millimeter of the tiny scrap of cotton as the only remaining barrier
between them was tugged to the side. And then he was in heaven, his heavy ridge
buried between her damp nether lips, the plumy head pressed hard against the
center of her desire.
Minerva’s
hand slipped free of their bodies and she raised it to Albus lips. He could feel the dampness against his mouth
and inhaled deeply as his tongue lapped at the pads of her fingers. She gasped when he pulled one finger inside
and sucked it.
“Are
you sure?” He whispered, his eyes begging for an affirmative answer.
And
that is what he received. Minerva took
Albus’ hands in hers then laid them on the floor by the side of her head. Her legs unwound from his body so that she
could place her feet on the floor, knees bent.
For a moment Albus thought that Minerva was going to rebuff him then he
realized that her actions had opened her completely to him. She was positive and now the decision was
his.
A
tear broke from his eye as he pushed to his elbows and kissed Minerva, never
breaking her hold on his hands. He
rocked his hips slowly backward while staying firmly pressed into her hot
cleft. A few such movements and his
erection was in place, pushing against the entrance to
her sheath. Minerva pulled her feet
wider apart just as Albus thrust and then he was seated fully within her, his
shaft buried to the hilt and his balls pressed against the sensitive area
beneath.
There
were so many things that Albus wanted to do for Minerva, so many pleasures he’d
dreamed of showing her. From the moment
that she’d bared her body to him he’d wanted to worship at her breasts and the
brief moment he’d had been over far too quickly. Her taste still lingered in his mouth and he
wanted a quenching taste of her juices.
Even holding her finger in his mouth and pulling on it… He had dreamed
of doing all these things for her pleasure.
But
he was inside her. Minerva’s hot juices
bathed his rod and all he could think of at that moment was the feel of her
muscles clenching him and the overwhelming desire to piston into her
repeatedly.
This
was what she wanted. This was the moment
she’d dreamed of for years. The fact
that she was lying on the floor of her sitting room with her knickers yanked to
the side wasn’t important. Their
location didn’t even register with either of them anymore. The only thing that was important was being
together, being close, and assuaging the ache deep within both of them.
Had
he been able to think Albus would have admitted to being pleasantly surprised
to find Minerva such an ardent lover. Her hips moved in counterpoint with his, a
pleasing rhythm quickly established as if they’d been intimate for years. Her soft moans only made his desire to
pleasure her grow, and then their increase in volume as he increased the pace
pushed him even further toward his own release.
Minerva
was vocal about what pleased her. Even
though their hands stayed locked together her arching back and cries of
pleasure told Albus that she was more than enjoying his touch. She gasped his name as he brushed a
particular spot deep within her then begged him to stroke harder when he
shifted the angle of his thrust to bombard her repeatedly.
“ALBUS!” She screamed his name over and over, her hips bucking uncontrollably
as she neared her peak. Albus dug his
toes into the wood floor and hammered into her so hard that her breasts began
to bounce in time.
A
strangled cry escaped Minerva as her back curved and her head fell back, her
entire body stiff as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure overwhelmed her
senses. Albus continued to move, unable
to stop himself.
Before Minerva’s body went lax he shot his first heavy rope of warm
semen into her. Several more quickly
followed, Albus yelling out his own release as he emptied himself inside her.
His
body suddenly heavy with satisfaction, Albus could no longer hold himself up
and he fell into Minerva. He inhaled
their mingling scents deeply as he rubbed his mouth over her sweat-covered
body. When emerald eyes finally flickered open to stare at him they were filled with sated
desire and love.
“I’m
smushing you,” Albus whispered as he tried
half-heartedly to roll away from her.
“I
like you smushing me,” Minerva answered as she
threaded one leg over and back through his.
After
a few more minutes Albus reluctantly pulled away, his semi-erect member sliding
from Minerva’s body in spite of her muscles clenching to keep him there.
“I
don’t want it to be over,” Minerva whimpered sleepily.
Kneeling
beside her, Albus bent to brush his fingertips across her cheek. “It isn’t over, my love. It will never be over for us.” He slid his arms beneath her shoulders and
knees. “Hold on.”
“Where
are we going?” Minerva asked as she dutifully wound her arms around his neck.
“The
bedroom perhaps,” Albus answered ruefully as he stared at the clothing on the
floor. “Merlin, I couldn’t even wait to
get you to a comfortable bed. I took you
on the floor like a beast in heat.”
Minerva
smiled against his neck. “I like you as
a beast.”
~o~
Dawn
was breaking on the horizon when Minerva began to cough herself to
wakefulness. She carefully pulled the
swatch of white beard that she’d accidentally inhaled out of her mouth and
chuckled. Albus shifted closer, his arms
tightening around Minerva when he felt her move.
Minerva
managed to snag one of the ribbons she normally used to hold her braid at night
before Albus pulled her back completely.
Once she was settled she carefully gathered all of the strands of his
beard together then tied the length with the tartan strip.
“Better?”
Albus asked though his eyes were still closed.
Minerva
chuckled as she cuddled back up to him, her fingers tracing light patterns on
his chest. “I cough up enough hairballs
in my animagus form. I don’t need them
in my human form too.”
“We
do seem to have an abundance of hair between us,” Albus laughed.
Minerva
pressed her lips lightly to his chest.
“You were amazing last night.”
And
she meant it. Instead of stopping at her
bed as she had expected Albus to do, he’d carried her into the bathroom where,
thanks to a bit of wandless magic performed by her lover, a tub full of
steaming water was waiting. He’d lowered
them both into the water then washed her hair and her body gently, his strong
fingers and the hot water soothing the slight aching of long unused muscles
between her legs.
Once
they had finished bathing Albus pulled her from the water, stood her on the
soft rug by the tub and carefully dried her in such a way that left her panting
and wanting his touch all the more.
Then
Minerva had returned the favour, slowly brushing the water from his body,
moving around his back to dry his shoulders and buttocks before falling to her
knees and rubbing the back of his legs dry.
By the time he responded to her command to turn his erection was
pointing straight at her face. Albus
tried to pull her up but she resisted, grabbing his hips with her hands while
she tasted his member for the first time, her tongue running up the base of his
shaft as if it were an ice cream cone.
She
teased him mercilessly, tonguing his balls and shaft until the one was heavily
swollen and the other was pointing at the ceiling. When the first drops of precum
spilt from his head she caught them with her tongue, relishing the taste of his
salty fluids.
Albus
reached back to grab the countertop behind him when Minerva finally consumed
him fully, his knees near to giving way as delight washed over him. He allowed her to play until he was near the
breaking point before pulling back and scooping her up into his arms over her
loud protests.
“AL…B…U…S!”
She screamed when she felt her body flying through the air. She landed squarely in the middle of her bed,
the covers having been stripped to the bottom.
He was over her instantly, tugging both of her arms above her head. The long fingers of one hand wrapped around
both of her wrists holding her arms immobile as he began to live out his
dreams, tasting and teasing her until she was writhing beneath him.
Minerva
couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, her entire being centered on whatever spot
Albus’ mouth happened to be touching. It
seemed to her that he spent hours at her breasts, his fingers working over
whichever nipple happened to be free of the pull of his lips. She could barely believe it when a small
orgasm rocked her body, simply from the attention that Albus was giving her
chest.
And
then he moved lower, his mouth sliding in an agonizingly slow manner down the
midline of her body, pausing to drink at her navel then finally descending
again.
A
growl of frustration escaped from Minerva when Albus bypassed her center to nip
and massage his way down her right leg.
Her hands, long since freed, fisted and pounded the mattress in
frustration as he lapped his way over the arch of her foot then sucked each toe
in turn. She found her voice and
threatened to hex him into next week but he simply laughed and began to ascend
her left leg.
“Beneath
that… kindly… grandfatherly… exterior… you… Albus Dumbledore… are… an… evil…bastard!”
She had finally managed to say by the time that he reached her upper
thigh.
“So
I am!” he agreed as he worked his shoulders beneath her thighs and lowered his
lips to her feminine core.
Minerva
had read her share of raunchy romance novels.
She’d had a few lovers over the years.
But nothing that she had ever read or experienced had prepared her for
the overwhelming sensations generated by Albus Dumbledore pleasuring her with
his mouth and fingers.
“What is that very satisfied smile on your lips all about, Professor
McGonagall?” Albus’ query pulled Minerva back to the morning light. She arched into him, pleased to feel his
morning erection pressed against her thigh.
“That
smile is because I was thinking about what a very amazing wizard and his
equally amazing tongue did to my body last night, Headmaster Dumbledore.”
“Amazing,
huh?” Albus grinned as he slid his fingers up her thigh and into her cleft.
Minerva
quickly flipped and straddled him, mimicking the position they had begun with
the previous evening. “I think that
three orgasms counts as amazing.”
Albus
urged her hips up then held his hard lance in place as Minerva slowly impaled
her body on him. Once they were joined
his fingers returned to play with her clitoris.
“That
would make you an equally amazing witch then.
The things that you did to me in the bath…” Albus paused as Minerva
blushed slightly. He lifted a hand to
caress her cheek then brought both of his hands up to cradle her breasts. “And later… after everything I’d done to you…
you still kept up with me… came with me…” Albus pinched her nipples
lightly. “Let me see you come again,
love.”
Minerva
complied, ignoring the protests of her aching muscles as she moved languidly up
and down on Albus. She loved the feeling
of his thick flesh filling her… stretching her. Her hands roamed the sinewy
expanse of his chest and arms, not believing how fit Albus was for a man of his
age… a man of any age. Her fingers
worked through flat whorls of reddish-gray chest hair while her hips gyrated in
circles on his.
For
his part Albus was amazed at the body that Minerva had revealed to him, the
same body that was riding him intently right now. He’d always known that she wore loose fitting
robes that gave little clue about the shape of her figure but now that he could
actually see what she’d been hiding… he was in awe.
Her
breasts were large for her slender frame but they fit into his palms as if they
had been made to go there. The muscles of her shoulders and hips were strong,
rippling as she moved on him. Albus
watched her muscles flex as she stretched her body above him. An image of her
animagus form racing up and down the castle stairs appeared in his mind and he
realized where those muscles came from.
Her skin was pale but flawless, the flush of her arousal evident beneath
the top translucent layer.
Minerva’s
lips were ruby-red and half parted, her eyes partially lidded as she
concentrated on her movements. He
watched her tongue dart out, struck at the way that moisture clung to her mouth
as she brushed around it and knew that he would die if he didn’t kiss her
immediately.
Hands
planted against the mattress, Albus pushed up without warning, catching Minerva
by surprise as he captured and ravaged her mouth. His hands then moved to grasp her hips,
helping her continue her movements, as she pressed closer, her damp flesh
moving easily across his.
A
long night of loving had decreased the urgency that they both felt. This joining was slow and easy for both of
them. They allowed their passion to
build slowly, enjoying the simple pleasure of touching with no barriers. Hands explored each other’s bodies, learning
the texture of skin and those special places where touching sparked even greater
desire.
Albus
was the first to peak, his climax sneaking up on him without warning. Their mouths had moved from lips to other
areas, his tongue laving the hollow of her throat while her mouth explored the
line of his jaw. He yelped when Minerva
lightly nipped his ear without warning and his juices flooded forth into her
womb.
Minerva
felt the stiffening of Albus’ body and the flood of warmth inside her. She continued to move, her pace increasing
rapidly. She didn’t realize how her
nails dug into his chest as she fell from the precipice just moments after him
but Albus felt the pain and was lifted once again, overjoyed as his body once
again released a tiny spurt of fluid.
Albus
fell back to the mattress taking Minerva with him. He lay there gasping for breath as his brain
tried to process what had just happened.
He’d never, in all his hundred and thirty years, had a second orgasm on
the heels of his first. He nuzzled the
top of Minerva’s head, trying to convey with actions what he wasn’t able to
speak. Moments later he felt vibrations
rush through his neck as Minerva began to purr.
She stretched out over him, careful not to let him slip from her body. Wrapped in each other’s arms they lay
silently.
~o~
‘Oh
shit, how much did I drink last night?’ Rolanda Hooch thought as her brain
slowly came awake. She smacked her lips
together repeatedly as she ran her tongue over the arid contours of her mouth
in an attempt to generate moisture. It
wasn’t working so finally she resolved to ignore the man with the hammer
pounding on her skull and try to make it to her bathroom for a sip of water.
After
several failed attempts she finally managed to convince her eyelids to
lift. As her vision cleared she saw…
jet-black pebbles staring back at her from their perch over a beaked nose,
shiny black hair hanging messily over the lot.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Both
Hooch and Snape sat up at the same time, screaming at the top of their lungs as
they stared at each other in amazement.
Neither was willing to give up their hold on the bed sheet so a tug of
war quickly ensued. During the tugging
match they both discovered that they were completely naked.
Hooch
dug her heels into the mattress and pulled with all her might. Unprepared for such a last ditch assault
Severus flew across the space dividing them, knocking Hooch back. She tumbled off the bed and onto the floor,
Snape landing a few feet to her left.
Somehow their legs had become tangled together.
Rolanda
glared at Severus. Severus scowled at Rolanda.
Hooch
hissed at Snape. Snape hissed back.
After
a minute of this they both shrugged their shoulders.
“What
the hell!” they chimed together and fell on each other madly.
~o~
“Come
back here!” Albus demanded sleepily, his arms reaching for Minerva as she
climbed out of his embrace and the bed.
“Don’t
lose that pose, my love. I’ll be back in
just a few minutes. I have something I
have to take care of.”
“But
I miss you… oh…” His voice trailed off as Minerva disappeared into the
toilet. “I guess that is okay.”
Albus
sighed and settled back against his now fluffed up pillows, dreaming of
spending the day in bed with Minerva… or perhaps the week… Hell, the entire
summer in bed with Minerva wouldn’t be enough.
Perhaps a lifetime… His eyes opened wider at the thought but the longer
it sat there the more attractive it appeared.
“What!?!?” Albus sat up with a sputter as Minerva reappeared, a long tartan robe
pulled over her body and her hair brushed and pulled back in a ribbon. “Where are you going?”
“I
just have one little thing that I need to take care of and then I am yours for
as long as you want me.” Minerva told him as she rooted around in the bottom of
her closet, finally emerging with a pair of tartan slippers.
“Do
you promise? As long as I want? Because that will be a long
time… a very long time indeed.”
Minerva
looked up at Albus and a smile slowly spread over her face as she read the
meaning of his words in his eyes. “I
promise,” she said firmly.
“How
long will you be gone?” Albus asked, knowing that Minerva’s word was her bond.
“I
should be back in… ten minutes. I hope
that none of the staff is up and wandering about yet.” She shoved her feet into
the slippers.
“Some
of them may have already gone down to breakfast but I’m sure that the ones who
were involved in our little game last night are surely still sleeping off
hangovers.”
“That’s
what I’m counting on.” Minerva smiled brilliantly. “I’ll be back in three shakes of a cat’s
tail. Then maybe we can go down for
breakfast. I’m starving!” Having said that, she
quickly morphed into her cat form and ran out the door.
~o~
“Well…”
Hooch finally ventured as she stared at the ceiling of Severus Snape’s bedroom.
“That was interesting…”
“Most
interesting…” he agreed.
“But
it won’t ever happen again…”
“Never…”
Rolanda
pushed up off the floor with a sigh.
Once she was standing she nudged the body lying next to the spot she had
just vacated. “Aren’t you getting up?”
“Just enjoying the view.”
Hooch
blushed when she realized that Severus was eyeing her intently.
“You
know, you have a nice body for a woman your age. Must be all that flying.”
“Thanks,”
she answered wryly. “And yours isn’t bad
for a Slytherin serpent who spends all his time
lurking in the dungeon. Now where are my
clothes?”
Severus
sat up and looked around the room. “It
doesn’t look as if the house elves have delivered them yet. They must still be busy with breakfast.”
“Well,
I can’t go traipsing around the halls in my all together! Don’t you dare comment or you will regret
it! Oh, what’s this?” Rolanda noticed a
piece of fabric sticking out from under the bed.
Snape
swallowed hard as Hooch fell to her knees in front of him her bare bum waving
in his face.
“Maybe
it’s my robe…” she dug further beneath the bed, “no… it’s just an old… Snape…
what the hell are you doing… Severus… I asked you… what… oh, SEVVIE!!!”
~o~
Minerva
crept silently across the floor, waiting until she reached the very edge of the
bed before springing up and landing on Albus’ chest. He didn’t open his eyes but grinned widely as
he began to stroke her with both hands.
“And
just for the record,” he told her, eyes still closed. “From now on, I am the only man allowed to
stroke your pussy… in any form.”
Minerva
meowed loudly in agreement, her tongue darting out to lick Albus’ cheeks. His smile grew as he sensed the change in
texture of both the fur beneath his fingers and the size of the tongue
caressing his face.
“I’m
back,” she whispered as she laved his ear.
“With
almost a minute to spare,” he let her know he had been watching the clock. “And now you are mine.”
“Now
I am yours,” Minerva agreed, letting Albus push her up to a sitting position so
that he could tug the tartan robe away.
“What
was so important that it couldn’t wait?” He asked as he tossed her slippers off
the side of the bed and settled them both back against the pillows, Minerva
wrapped tightly in his embrace.
“Well…
it suddenly occurred to me…” she whispered what she had done into Albus’ ear,
bringing a hearty laugh to his lips.
“Of
course, Rolanda is going to be chasing me around the castle, hexes flying…”
“Not
if she can’t find you.”
“What
do you mean?” Minerva’s brow wrinkled as she raised her head slightly to stare
at Albus.
“Your
time is mine now, remember? Hang on tight, my dear.”
Minerva
clung to Albus for dear life as the room blurred and disappeared. A second later she found herself lying on
another bed in a room she had only seen a few times before. Then she realized that Albus had apparated them
both to his bedroom. A long chest
against the wall was covered with a veritable buffet of breakfast items. Soft music played from an unseen source and
the only portrait in the room had been covered with a black cloth.
“Someone
was a very busy wizard while I was gone.” Minerva walked her fingers up Albus’
chest.
“I
decided that I wanted to spend today in bed with you with absolutely no
interruptions. Any problems that might
arise have been directed to Filius and no one will be granted entry even if they
do know the password. The floo has been
blocked and the strongest wards I can erect have been placed around the
perimeter of these rooms.”
“At
least you don’t intend to let me starve,” Minerva eyed the food with interest.
Albus
waved his hand and a tray soared across the room. “I took the liberty of preparing a small
selection,” he told her as the platter landed on the night table beside
them. He reached out and grabbed a fat
strawberry, dipped it in a bowl of thick cream then held it out to Minerva’s
waiting lips. She bit eagerly then
laughingly licked the excess juice and cream from her lips.
Albus
dipped the strawberry again but this time he ignored Minerva’s lips and dropped
the piece of fruit to her relaxed nipple.
The bud tightened immediately beneath the pressure of the fruit and the
coldness of the cream.
“Albus!” Minerva yelped. “What are you
doing?”
“I’m just tasting my new favourite fruit.” He dropped the
berry on her naval as he took her ripe tip into his mouth.
Minerva
moaned, knowing that this would be a meal that she would never forget.
~o~
“Where
are they, dammit!? If I don’t bring Min
those boxers I am in SO much trouble!” Hooch ran from side to side down the
corridor searching for any sign of green fabric.
Snape
just shrugged, enjoying the sight of the Quidditch teacher decked out in
Slytherin green robes that she had stolen from his closet. “She’s your friend. She got what she wanted, my humiliation. I don’t see why you are worried.”
Hooch
stopped and glared at him, her hands on her hips and her golden eyes
flashing. “Have you ever seen Minerva
McGonagall mad?”
“A
few times,” Snape answered. “And I admit
that it was a scary sight but…”
“Imagine
that anger magnified about ten times and then you’ll understand why I have to
find your underwear. I can’t begin to
imagine… I don’t want to imagine what payback she’ll have in store for me if I
don’t deliver them. Maybe they are
closer to the staff room.”
Hooch
took off down the hallway, Snape following at a more sedate pace. When they found nothing along the way Rolanda
decided to check the staff room after all.
“Perhaps
it will be empty,” she said hopefully as she stared at the door.
But
she’d forgotten that with the students gone the great hall was undergoing a
thorough cleaning so the staff’s meals were being served in the smaller
room. She pushed open the door to find
about ten of her colleagues inside eating.
“Good
morning, Madame Hooch!” Alastor Moody offered from the table where he sat
eating with Poppy Pomfrey. “I’m guessing
that Minerva ended up the winner in last night’s little contest.”
Hooch
swallowed hard. “Yes… but how did you
know that? You left long before…”
“But
I know how Minerva’s mind works and I see her name written all over…” Poppy was
in the process of shushing Alastor when Hagrid burst through the door, drowning
out everyone else’s voice.
“What
in God’s name is on top of the castle?
I’ve tried to ask Dumbledore but the gargoyle won’t let me in. I was looking for Professor McGonagall to ask
her but she ain’t in her quarters either.
Thought she might be here but… what!?!?!”
Hagrid
stepped back as both Hooch and Snape pushed around him and took off running for
the front door.
“She
wouldn’t… she wouldn’t…” Hooch kept muttering over and over but her heart was
sinking anyway.
Once
they reached the outside the couple turned and gazed up toward the roof of the
castle.
“Oh…
no, she didn’t… I know she didn’t…” Hooch repeated over and over, unable to
believe what she was seeing.
“She
most certainly did!” Snape snapped, actually seeing some small measure of
humour in the situation.
For at the top of the castle, hanging from the flagpole and flapping in the breeze, were his boxer shorts, enlarged so that they would be visible for miles around. And attached to the rope beneath them, also enlarged, was a pair of woman’s lace panties… panties clearly identifiable by the flying brooms and golden snitches moving over the cloth.
“MINERVA!!!”
~o~
High
up in the castle, safely protected from a certain Quidditch teacher’s screams
of anger and threats of revenge, Minerva McGonagall was busy showing Albus
Dumbledore just exactly how much cats liked licking up cream.
~fin~
Back to the Albus and
Minerva Fan Fic