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By MysticSlave (MysticSong1978 & Slave4Severus)

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Chapter Thirteen: Welcome to SnogFest 1997!

The next morning found several people late to breakfast; mainly those who had taken Dreamless Sleep for the first time and were not aware that just a sip too much would really knock you out for the count. Hermione watched with a bland expression as a professor here, a student there, straggled in. Draco never showed; she decided she would have to check in with him later � her conscious as Head Girl and her determination to protect Severus� reputation insured that she would not even let anything happen to the most annoying of Slytherins as long as they were convinced she was their Head of House. As her eyes roamed the Great Hall with seeming disinterest, she realized that Filch was also missing and a despondent looking Mrs. Norris was actually approaching the first years that were less familiar with her sneaky ways, with something approaching the manner of a normal pet cat. �Did Albus fire Filch?� Hermione mused, wondering what else could make the persnickety feline seek out friendly attention from anyone but the cantankerous caretaker.

Hermione eyed the Gryffindor table once again, noting the curious absence of Harry, Ron, and Seamus. What would have kept the three of them? Perhaps Seamus was disoriented this morning and the boys had taken him to see Madam Pomfrey. Her mind could not come up with any other reasons, certainly not what the truth would turn out to be, and with a disgruntled sigh, began to eat her breakfast.

She had her eyes on her kippers when she heard a bit of a commotion in the Great Hall. Before she could look up, she heard the whisper of a comment from Albus to Minerva . . . something about one of her little lions looking well shagged this morning. �I did not just hear Albus use the word shagged,� Hermione groaned inaudibly, struggling to keep any hint of blush from appearing on the dour Potion Master�s pale face. Emotions once again under control, she peeked upwards through the curtain of protective hair to see what had brought about the embarrassing words from the Headmaster.

The three missing boys.

Harry, looking inordinately pleased with himself. And well shagged.

Ron, looking inordinately pleased with himself. And well shagged.

And Seamus, looking . . . quite wretched. And well shagged.

Moreover, thoroughly displeased about the whole thing while at the same time, trying not to look entirely discomfited, trying to stay in the part that he was now cast in. �Poor Severus!� And, as she realized why all three of them would be looking well shagged as a collective unit, so to speak, Hermione abruptly inhaled her mouthful of coffee, the hot liquid burning her throat and lungs. Albus, both amused over the Gryffindors and, if the strength behind the slap he gave Hermione between her shoulder blades was anything to go by, still quite furious with Rolanda who was sitting at the furthest end of the table from Albus that she could get, made sure that Hermione wouldn�t choke any further, and promptly sat back down again.

The whole scene took less than a minute but had attracted the attention of nearly everyone in the room. Particularly Severus who glared at her. She glared back. She realized her own body was nowhere to be seen. That worried her a bit.

Quite finished with breakfast, in much need of an oral burn salve, and quite positive that Severus would not be wanting breakfast this morning � especially since his regular �potion� of coffee was at Hermione�s place and he couldn�t very well take it without causing a ruckus, Hermione swooped down from the faculty table, snatched the vial from Hermione�s place, and in the well cultivated cold voice of Professor Snape, lip curled in distaste, informed Seamus that he had detention starting right now and to please follow. Hermione knew that Seamus had no morning classes and as she was free this period, was safe in calling Severus down in this manner. Severus, as Seamus, gave a fair attempt at being surly regarding the whole thing but did follow Hermione down to the dungeons.

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Once inside her private chamber, Severus sank down on his sorely missed couch in poorly disguised relief.

Hermione watched him through narrow eyes as he repositioned himself again and again, never seeming to be quite comfortable. Hermione was curious; it was unlike him to be so fidgety.

�Severus, are you alright?�

No answer. He continued to shift around.

�Severus?�

No answer.

�Severus!� she hissed.

�What?� came the annoyed response.

Hermione forced herself to temper her voice.

�Are you alright?�

Severus shook his head. He wouldn�t � or couldn�t � make eye contact with Hermione.

She moved over to the couch and sat down next to the Potions Master. In some ways, it was even weirder knowing the man was stuck in Seamus� body than it was knowing he had been in hers. At least she knew her body was in safe keeping with Severus inside it.

Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. �Severus?� she tried again. He turned his face from her. She placed a hand under his chin and gently turned him to face her. She was surprised to see tears welling in his eyes.

�NO! I am not okay, alright?�

�Is it that bad, being Seamus? Or was it sleeping in Gryffindor?�

�No,� said Severus, his voice wavering, �it . . . it is because your two best friends in all the world buggered me last night while Harry was dressed up as me!�

Hermione blinked, unable for once to say anything useful or comprehensible to what she had just heard.

She stared woefully at Severus who stared mournfully back. Feeling powerless and incapable of doing anything else at the moment and feeling quite aghast at learning about yet another unexpected sexual going on in Hogwarts, she simply gathered the boy�s body into her lap and held him.

Severus, having had all he could take of unwanted sexual encounters with people he simply could not stand, let the woman he had come to see as a friend and respectable person, hold him until his sobs receded enough for him to think clearly. His faced pressed into familiar smelling robes, his own scent lulling him into a sort of quasi-sleep, he wrapped the arms of his new body around his own and sighed.

Hermione rubbed circles on his back. When Severus had collected himself, he started to move away, only to start in surprise when Hermione stood gracefully and carried him into the storage area in order to fetch the appropriate healing potions. He was a bit embarrassed, but grateful. In Seamus� body he would never have been tall enough to reach the special potions that he would need to ingest, and Hermione, smart as she was, would not know which ones to pull off of the shelves. These were used more often than he would like to acknowledge, given in secret to his poor Slytherins that came from less friendly families.

Once he was feeling better, Hermione sent him on his way back to the Tower, promising she would speak with Dumbledore and find a good reason to get Seamus his own place to sleep before the evening was upon them.

�You don�t look like you have been upset,� Hermione said, carefully examining Severus� face, �but if anyone asks, your detention was for the accident in Potions the other day and I was my usual snarky self as I made you . . . clean cauldrons and . . . disembowel horny toads. That always left Neville looking quite shaken.�

Severus shook his head, and patted Hermione on the hand in a gesture of thanks. Hermione paused a moment before wrapping her arms around her professor. He stiffened for an instant before hugging her back. After all that happened, even Severus needed a hug.

A small smile flitted across his face and then he out the door.

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Later that day found Hermione arguing with Albus, Seamus making his escape from the Head Girl�s room, and Severus sitting morosely in Gryffindor Tower, trying his best to act cheerful.

In Hermione�s worry over what had happened to the Potions Master took over any concern she had initially felt for a teenaged boy taking residence up in her body.

�Headmaster��

�Please, call me Albus.�

Hermione sighed. �Albus, I understand that you do not want a lot of people getting wind of what happened, and I am not suggesting we tell Harry or Ron, or really any student outside of Seamus Finnegan, but we really need to talk to . . . � she sighed a moment, feeling she was sealing her own doom, �Minerva.�

Albus looked up cheerfully �

�And if you twinkle at me for that suggestion, so help me, I will hex you.� Hermione told him vehemently.

Albus could not help the small smile that played on his lips but he kept the twinkle out of his eyes. �I knew she was having relations with Minerva!� he crowed to himself. Then the thought of anyone having relations brought back to mind his discovery that Rolanda had been unfaithful to him with that . . . that squib when she could have been with the world�s greatest wizard! �Humph!� he thought, still rather distressed at what Rolanda had had the nerve to say to him when he confronted her.

She had patted his hand and said, �Albus, my dear, even being the world�s greatest wizard cannot make up for . . . failings . . . in other areas.� She had turned to walk away, calling over her shoulder, �Why ride a splinter when you can ride a maypole?� That was the last straw, and when her back was to him, he flicked a quick legal hex at her, knocking her forward on her face. She thought she heard him say something about not even a maypole being big enough to fill the black hole of Calcutta. �Whoopsie!� thought Albus as he levitated her to his chambers, where he proceeded to tie her to his bed. All in the name of safekeeping, of course.

With effort, he returned his mind to the rather serious matter in front of him.

�Let me work out a reason and a place for Seamus, and then we will talk with Minerva. In the meantime, I think it is best for you to catch up with your own little interloper, Hermione.�

Something in his voice gave her a start and she looked questioningly at the old man. �What do you know about Seamus that I do not already know, Albus,� she growled at him, �aside from the fact that he likes blokes and particularly likes my two best friends. Something they never bothered to tell me.�

Albus merely steepled his fingers under his chin and smiled benignly.

She gave a sigh of frustration and stalked out of the Headmaster�s office, wondering what-on-earth Seamus was up to while wearing her skin. If Severus� revelations to her this morning were regular occurrences, she had better find Seamus � and soon.

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When Seamus awoke in the next morning � afternoon, actually � he remembered with delight that the Potions Master had put him to bed. And it was most definitely him, not Harry playing around with glamours.
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Seamus wasn�t the brightest wizard at Hogwarts, but he was smart enough and a friendly bloke. He was also rather frisky. Unfortunately he had been waylaid in his driving desire to bed certain students by his gender. �Now,� he thought delightedly to himself, �that that little obstacle has been lifted; it is time to make the rounds. Hermione has been sought after by many of the same boys who wouldn�t touch me in my own body, and if she can get it on with the good professor, than surely I can make a few catches of my own with some other bad � and not so bad � boys.� Seamus nodded to himself. �When life hands you quaffles,� he thought, �you score!� And that was exactly what Seamus planned to do.

He carefully looked through Hermione�s wardrobe, quickly becoming disgusted at the lack of . . . creative clothing that the Head Girl owned. Sighing in frustration, he pulled out an outfit that Hermione had obviously grown out of and transfigured it a wee bit smaller, the shirt, a wee bit translucent, the skirt a wee bit swishier. He smiled at his handiwork. He wasn�t all bad at Transfiguration; he just liked the practical side of it far better than transfiguring animals into still life. Slipping into the new outfit, he made his way to her bathroom to see what sort of makeup Hermione had. Not much was the answer. Still, some was better than one, especially since Hermione was not prone to wearing any most of the time. He dolled himself up, sprayed himself lightly with perfume, and, throwing on a robe so he wouldn�t seem quite so out of character, made his way down to the Great Hall for lunch, feeling quite ravenous having missed breakfast � and ready to seek out his first . . . prey.

It was lucky for Seamus, unlucky for Hermione that the unfortunately mixed group did not overlap during lunch. Seamus began and left early; Hermione and the others who were unknowingly involved in this tricky magical web came later. There was also the advantage that fewer faculty in general ate in the Great Hall on the weekends.

But those people who were in the Hall when Seamus entered in Hermione�s body stared at the Head Girl in shock.

Draco had completely missed breakfast and was sitting morosely in the Hall for lunch. He had gone early hoping not to run into to many people. He was still horrified at what he had witnessed along with being rather sleepy from the draught he had inadvertently taken too much of the night before. But when Hermione walked in, his head snapped up. Who knew the Head Girl could look so sexy; or perhaps the word was tart. Either way, Draco liked what he was seeing. It nearly pulled the fog of last night�s horror from his mind. �Not quite, though,� he thought with a shiver.

Seamus was quite pleased at Draco�s attentions. That was one bad boy that he had been unable to get the attention of whilst in his own body. He was not about to let this golden opportunity pass by.

Seamus sat himself down in Hermione�s usual place and began his meal; flitting his eyes at Draco from time to time. He was delighted to see bananas offered for the afternoon fruit, and, making sure he had Draco�s awareness, peeled it slowly, and slipped the curved length between his soft lips. With movements that showed much practice, Seamus was pulling it back and forth, ever so gently, licking and nibbling around the tip, rosy cheeks concave against delicate bone structure as Seamus continued slowly suckling the top of the banana off in such a manner that he never actually bit the top bit off.

Draco wrenched his eyes away suddenly. He could feel the expensive material of his pants tenting quite uncomfortably. How he could ever reach erection after the view he had been treated to was beyond him, but he was not questioning that. What he was perplexed over was why he was suddenly lusting for Head Girl Granger.

Seamus consumed the rest of his meal as quickly and neatly as possible, and then slipped out of the Great Hall and into an alcove. Moments later, Draco left the Hall and headed towards the dungeon. Before he could get far, Seamus slipped out of his hiding spot and ambushed the young wizard.

He wrapped his arms around the blond boy, quickly turning him around and pressing his lips against Draco�s before the boy could call out. Seamus licked and nipped at the Slytherin�s mouth until Draco gradually parted his lips � whether in assent or protest Seamus did not know nor care; he promptly slipped his tongue into the other boy�s mouth, kissing him as if drinking deep from a fountain of ambrosia.

�What the bloody hell is Hermi � Granger up to?� wondered Draco through the fog in his mind which had returned full force at the Head Girl�s manipulations of his body. He started when he felt a delicately soft hand reach down between his legs and start to stroke him gently.

Partially in delight, partially against his will, Draco leaned into the caresses, working to suppress the moans that threatened to escape his throat.

The stupor abruptly lifted at the shrill voice of Professor McGonagall. �Miss Granger! What, in Merlin�s name, do you think you are doing? Come with me immediately so that we may see to your punish � detention!�

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Back in Gryffindor Tower, Severus was sitting on one of the many plump couches in front of the roaring fire. He had grudgingly admitted to himself that perhaps this common room was nicer than the Slytherin�s; it was certainly warmer and more comfortable. None of which did anything to improve his mood.

Things became worse when Harry and Ron tumbled playfully out of the doorway to their room, teasing each other, both joyful and full of laughter. They came to an abrupt halt in front of him and gave him a . . . dare he say it, tender smile? Aside from Hermione, he could not recall the last time someone had smiled so sweetly at him. Again, not that it did anything to improve his mood. Peculiar night games present and accounted for, he was sure even with that knowledge of their apparently well-hidden thoughts of him that they would never smile so amiably if they knew that their dour Potions Master was trapped in the body of the friend they had thoroughly ravished the night before.

He cowered at their words, though he managed to keep his expression neutral.

�Seamus, mate! Want to play a game?�

�Here?� he asked, rather appalled, �In the middle of the common room?�

�Why not?� asked Ron, looking a bit confused, �you know everyone will want to join in anyway � we had so much fun last weekend.�

Harry and Ron exchanged a puzzled look. Something was up with Seamus. Perhaps the accident in Potions had made him ill; he certainly had not been up to snuff last night, although he was quite obliging.

�Everyone?� squeaked Severus. He cursed himself for his inability to keep this body�s voice in a normal fathomless range. He could not believe the audacity of these boys. How dare they have an orgy in the common room?

�Yeah, well, maybe not Hermione. We can�t seem to find her, but you know how much fun we had last weekend with that stuff your American Muggleborn cousin sent you. Why don�t you go get it?�

When Severus made no attempt to get up, Harry quirked an eyebrow at him in a frighteningly accurate imitation of the Potions Master.

�Or I can get it. It�s in your trunk, right, mate?�

Severus merely nodded. He had no idea what Harry was talking about, but since Seamus appeared to be a fairly tidy boy, if nothing else, he was sure any personal items would be in his trunk.

He remained where he was, staring into the fire, until Harry returned with what appeared to be a small pile of Muggle tablets and a handful of quills.

Severus looked cautiously at them, finding a series of goofy looking drawings looking back at him; well, not really � they were not Wizard drawings and therefore did not move, but he still found them rather disturbing. They were titled Mad Libs, Cool Mad Libs, Monster Mad Libs, and so forth.

�Do you want to go first?�

Severus shook his head.

�Okay, then I�ll start just as soon as I round up a few more people. The more the merrier, you know?�

Severus managed a small smile. �The more the noisier was more like it,� he thought in annoyance.

Soon, a glut of Gryffindors was seated around the common room waiting anxiously.

To Severus� relief, Harry went over the rules for anyone who had not been there last week or had forgotten. �I never would have guessed,� mused Severus, �that Potter and his cohorts spent any free time playing word games!�

�Okay,� said Harry, �I need an animal.�

�Gnome!� called out Ginny. �What?� she questioned when people gave her a look, �Mum makes us weed them out of the garden just like other animal pests!�

�Adjectives!�

�Spicy!�

�Greasy!� Severus winced a bit at Dean�s word choice.

�Hot!

Harry was giggling by this point. �Okay, how about some nouns? Singular or plural, I�ll work them in where they fit the best.�

�Broomstick,� came Ron�s expected answer.

�Tower!�

�Wands!�

�You guys are so predictable!� whinged Harry.

�Cauldron� smirked Severus.

�Yes!� exclaimed Harry, now that�s different from the usual!

Severus could not help but smile. Had he been in his own body, the sight of the dour man smiling would probably have terrified the first years, but here they just looked pleased to see their older housemate out of his grumpy mood.

�Okay, body parts!�

�Bollocks!�

Harry shook his head, trying to repress his laughter. Neville may have been one of the shiest of them outside the Tower, but here amongst friends he would say the most startling things sometimes.

�Nipple!� Colin volunteered with a slight blush.

�Hmmm . . .� Harry mused. �Okay, I need a plural occupation, a verb ending in ing, an adverb, one more body part, and one more animal.�

�Lion,� called out Parvarti. �Typical Gryffindor,� thought Severus.

�Aurors�

�Sexily,� chimed in Lavendar.

�Finger�

�Singing�

Harry scribbled the last few suggestions down, set aside his quill, and looked up devilishly at his friends.

�The title of this mad lib is . . . It�s Magic!�

There were groans, catcalls, and much laughter.

Harry settled back, and began to read.

�Ever since I was knee-high to a gnome, I have loved watching Aurors perform their broomstick tricks. If you�ve never seen a magician pull a tower out of a cauldron or catch a singing bullet in his bollocks, you�ve missed many of life�s greatest wands. When I was seventeen, I gave spicy thought to becoming a slight-of-finger expert. I was desperate to prove the nipple is quicker than the eye. Unfortunately, I didn�t have the greasy skills to do that. Today I satisfy my craving for magic by going to Las Vegas and watching Siegfried and Roy make a live lion disappear into hot air, and the casinos make my money disappear just as sexily.�

The occupants of the common room were laying on the floor, convulsing in fits of laughter. The Muggleborn students were gasping for breath while they explained the Muggle concepts to the Purebloods in the room, making everyone laugh even harder. Lavendar slapped Parvati on the back; trying to clear up her burst of hiccoughs she had developed from trying to restrain her giggles.

Even though Severus was finding this particular form of word game beneath him, he found himself caught up in the humour of it all, laughing heartily with the rest of them. He found it cheered his spirits somewhat.

When Harry had recovered, he passed the book and a quill over to Neville.

�Everyone ready?� asked Neville after the room had quieted a bit.

Everyone nodded, though a giggle erupted here and there for a few moments.

�Let�s see here,� Neville pondered over the choices. Suddenly his lips quirked. �Aha! Okay, I need . . . the name of a person.�

�Severus Snape!� called out Harry.

Severus struggled to maintain composure over his features.

Neville scribbled that down. �Occupation?�

�Potions Master, of course!� followed Ron.

Neville shook his head. �You two are incorrigible.�

Severus was taken aback by that comment. �Did everyone but Hermione know what was going on?�

�Okay, nouns, people, several of them!�

�Wand�

�Whip�

�Potion�

�Stars�

�Sneak-a-scope�

�Blood�

�Cane�

Neville raised his hand. �Enough! Now we need a verb ending in ing.�

�Bucking�

�And some adjectives?�

�Sweet�

�Subtle� said Severus.

�Colourful�

�Voraciously� announced Lavendar.

�That�s an adverb, Lavendar,� called out Colin.

�That�s okay,� said Neville, not wanting a fight to start, �we need two of those anyhow.�

Lavendar stuck her tongue out at the younger boy and continued with, �lustfully.�

�Tranquil,� said Dean, going back to adjectives.

Neville looked over the pad. �Okay . . . now we need a colour, a body part and one number.�

�Green,� announced Severus, a bit of a smirk on his face.

�394,� intoned Harry, in a voice snarky enough to rival the Potions Master.

Most of the seventh year boys laughed at this. �That�s been your favourite number ever since Snape took over for Lupin that day in third year!�

Harry shrugged, but nodded in Ron�s direction, a bit of a blush staining his cheeks.

Severus tried to recall what on earth � �Merlin, I remember that. I got right up in his face, looming over him when he wouldn�t turn his bloody book to page 394.� Severus sighed inaudibly.

�And a body part, people!�

�Cock!� said several boys.

Neville grinned and marked it into the last blank.

�And we have Snowboarding Instructions.�

�Everyone remember that from the magazine Seamus had in his trunk?�

Nods all around prompted Neville into reading the story. Severus, of course, had only nodded since the item apparently belonged to him. He decided to look for this magazine when he was safely alone. Preferably in a room that Harry and Ron would not be able to locate. Particularly at night.

�Good morning, everyone, I am Severus Snape, your snowboarding Potions Master. How many of you have gone bucking before? Please raise your wand. None of you! Well, I feel I must warn you that while snowboarding is sweet fun, it is also a dangerous whip and is much more difficult than skiing. This may come as a subtle surprise to you. But take a potion to think about it. When you ski, your weight is lustfully distributed. You have one cock on each ski, helping you maintain your balance. Snowboarding requires you to keep both of your stars on a narrow sneak-a-scope. However, I promise if you are a colourful learner and pay tranquil attention, I will have you executing a 394-degree cane grab within one green week.�

Much laughter again followed.

�Can you imagine Snape as a snowboarding instructor?� called out Neville, �I�d have killed myself unintentionally while trying to follow his instructions!�

�Yeah, especially if it was right after first-year flying lessons,� interjected Dean, �we thought you were a dead man for sure!�

�Yeah, and Hooch didn�t even scare me . . . much,� admitted Neville.

�Okay,� said Lavendar. �One more!� She took the tablet from Neville, picked up a quill and called for adjectives.

�HUGE!�

�Gargantuan!�

�Delicate!�

�Okay, adverbs.�

�Hungrily.�

�As if you�re never not hungry, Ron!�

�Very funny, Neville!�

�Tastily!�

�Verbs! Any form, I�ll fix them for the blanks.�

�Sleep, fuck, and swim,� called out Dean.

�Is that all you like to do, Dean,� asked Harry.

�Wouldn�t you like to know?� Dean smirked.

�Hands off, this boy is all mine,� exclaimed Ron. Then he glanced at Severus. �Well, except for when you join in, poppet!� Severus glared at the youngest Weasley boy. �Aww, is the little poppet upset? You know everyone here already knows you�re my poppet, Seamus!� He leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips, extracting a round of �Awwws!� from the other students.

�Okay, when you�re finished, we still need . . . a plural noun, a place, an animal, an exclamation, a silly noise, an article of clothing, hmmmm and one more verb.�

�Cocks!�

�Attic.�

�Bunny."

�Shlong!�

�Thbbbbbt!�

�Bra!�

�Extract.�

Lavendar giggled. �Okay, just a second . . . . she looked over the tablet. That is everything. Sorry to say, Ron, but the title of this is �How to Deal with a Tarantula�.

�Contrary to popular belief, sleep from a tarantula is not fatal. But their cocks are very huge, so it�s best to try to avoid these hairy spiders altogether. Tarantulas live in parts of the United States and also in attics, and tend to prefer gargantuan climates. Since they are usually found in deserts or forests, you might encounter one if you�re riding a bunnythrough a delicate desert or fucking through the woods. If you look down at your shlong and spot one, don�t yell don�t stop! Or make a thhbbt. Use a stick or a bra to get it off of your shlong. If that doesn�t work, hungrily stand up and tastingly jump up and down. The tarantula will then either extract off you, or swim away. If you realize you�ve been fucked, stay calm. Remember, their bites aren�t deadly!�

They all smiled at each other good-naturedly. Severus was beginning to relax a little, sure that the Headmaster was going to rescue him � there were several hours until evening anyhow, when the Gryffindor Head of House came in.

�Mr. Finnegan, the Headmaster would like to see you,� she announced primly.

Severus nodded as the others and followed Minerva. �The password is �vengeance is sweet�.�

She left him at the gargoyle with this bit of information and strode away, evidently quite irritated about something or someone.

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Albus was not his usual cheerful self. �Severus, my dear, dear boy, Harry has informed me that he had a vision earlier today. The information he gave me makes me think you may be called soon.�
Severus paled. �Hermione!�

�Yes, Severus, Hermione would be called in your place.� Despite the graveness of the situation, Albus was secretly delighted that his harsh Potions Master had not even realized he was calling Miss Granger by her first name outside of his private chambers.

�What can we do? We don�t know what combination of things caused this problem, we don�t know how long it will last . . . she simply cannot face him, Albus, she would never pull it off.�

�I agree, but it will be worse if you do not show. You need to teach her Occlumency. And soon. I�d say starting now would be quite wise indeed.�

Severus nodded.

�You may Floo down to your chambers through my fire place so that none of the Slytherins interfere with your arrival in the dungeons.

Severus nodded again, and with a sigh � Floo powder was not his preferred means of travel � threw his handful into the fireplace, stepped in, and called out, �Professor Snape�s private rooms!� And, with a crackle and a flash, he was gone.

MysticSlave would like to give all credit to Slave for the slightly obscene mad-libs. Slave provided the words and Mystic laughed her ass off.
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