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Duck . . . Duck . . . Goose!
By MysticSlave (MysticSong1978 & Slave4Severus)

Author�s Note:

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PS Was sorry to see we don�t have any Buffy fans reading this! If you are � go back and check everything Minerva says and see if you catch what we�re referring to! There�s a few pop-culture (old and new) references once again in this chapter. We�d love to see if you find them!

Chapter Fourteen: Lord of the Dance

It was a rather disgruntled Potions Master that levitated the Deputy Headmistress to the infirmary that evening. After staring blankly at Hermione for a few moments, her face went slack and she passed out. Hermione was rather amused until the woman�s skin turned the colour of her own. She was still breathing, her heart still pumping away, but Hermione did not wish to risk her beloved�s health over the matter. At least Poppy knew what had originated in this odd swapping of lives over the past several months and could be trusted not to inform anyone about this new development. Outside, perhaps, of the Headmaster in any case. She supposed that they could tell anyone that saw Minerva that Severus had been quite vexed at being transfigured by some woman�s whim and he had replied in kind. A rather unfair wizard�s duel, she declared silently.

In the infirmary, she found the other recipients of Minerva�s delightful new transfiguration experiment tucked into beds for the evening and sleeping soundly. Hermione had cast the charm that the boys were all under by herself as she had faired no better from Minerva�s silly wand waving. She had had no desire to inform Poppy what had happened to Severus� body that evening.

Sticking her head in the medi-witch�s office, she indicated that she would need a private room for the Deputy Headmistress, and with a sigh, one which Poppy could not determine to be relief or annoyance � perhaps a bit of both � Hermione settled the older woman into a bed and told Poppy she would be back to check on her in the morning.

�Do not,� she informed the over-worked medi-witch, �let her leave or talk to anyone about anything for any reason until I�ve had a chance to speak privately with her first.�

Poppy nodded and Hermione stepped into the infirmary�s fireplace and flooed to Severus� room where the boy . . . man . . . was still waiting for her.

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�Where have you been?� exclaimed Severus. He seemed quite agitated.

�Escorting your Head of House to the infirmary after she passed out when I made one teeny, tiny confession to her,� Hermione countered, face blank.

Severus scowled. �You shocked Minerva into . . . into a dead faint and I missed it?�

Hermione cracked a grin. �Well, it isn�t like I knew what was going to happen when I walked out of here. Besides, you should be glad you were not in the vicinity of the good professor when it happened as your two . . . rather, desperate, shall we say, housemates, came looking for you.�

�What did you tell them?�

�That you were serving detention which would be followed by a meeting with the Headmaster and it was quite unlikely that you would return to your room this evening.�

Severus released the breath he had been holding. �Thank you, for that Hermione.�

She nodded. �Now, get going. Albus will be expecting you.�

�And you continue to practice your Occlumency. I just have a bad feeling that something is going to happen and soon.�

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Severus sat facing Albus with a worried look on his face. Albus was his usual over-cheery self, however, and offered Severus a lemon drop, a cup of tea, a cockroach cluster, a licorice wand, and a number of other candies before Severus growled, �I am not here for boiled sweets, Albus, get the bloody hell on with it!�

Albus smiled at his dear Severus. �I assume that you have initiated lessons with Hermione?�

He nodded. �Yes, she has taken to it like she does everything else, sir.�

�Her residency in your body may have something to do with it as well.� He paused. �And how are you fairing after Minerva�s . . . latest lesson in Transfiguration?�

�I am quite certain that I have not been sleeping with the students, Albus,� he retorted, unknowingly mimicking Hermione�s words from earlier.

�Ah, but you have, Severus.�

Severus� face turned red. �Not by choice, Albus, never by choice, and I resent you implying that I would. Particularly as it involved the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio. I am scarred for life.�

Albus quirked a brow.

Severus sighed, grumbled, and then relented, although he was sure the meddling old coot was fully aware of any and all activity that surrounded his precious Potter. �Not only was I accosted and forced into relations with Potter and Weasley, but Potter dressed himself up to look like me! It was awkward and incredibly disturbing! I will not suffer them again, Albus. Get me my own room or I shall take up residency in my real rooms and let everyone think what they will. As far as I can tell, it would not be out of character for Mr. Finnegan.� This last bit said with a sneer.

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The week progressed very slowly for the unfortunates that had endured the �Wrath of McGonagall.� Hermione was quite worried about the ill effects of the charm they were all under while they had no means in which to relieve themselves, until Poppy assured her that she had done studies on this charm and it truly stilled everything; that they would not risk developing kidney stones or bladder infections, or other related illnesses.

Hermione continued to practice Occlumency on her own and during her evenings with Severus.

Severus. Therein lay another twist of the threads of fate. Albus had refused, from what Hermione could gather, to remove Severus from the Tower, and Severus, quite unwilling � and with good reason � to risk being accosted by Ron and Harry once more, snuck Finnegan�s trunk down to the dungeons one evening through the tricky paths that the students were unaware of, and took up residency in his private office. Albus claimed ignorance of the matter to Harry and Ron and told them it was not his job to keep track of a lost housemate and to take it up with their Head of House. Having heard what happened to the last group that crossed their Head, but not the precise reason for it, they chose to let the matter go for the time being. One would think Albus was still bitter of the discovery of what Argus Filch did with his spare time.

Hermione insisted that Severus be discreet; she certainly did not want anyone to think she was inappropriately entertaining Seamus. It might make her a hypocrite, but she was sure that Severus would not care to have his reputation tarnished when he had his own body back.

Must keep the �students will fear me� guard up at all cost.

The end of the week brought good and bad tidings. In the middle of Potions class that Friday, a peculiar look came over Malfoy�s face before he dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Hermione was sorely tempted to make some sort of scathing remark; Severus was not presently in the room and she was sure she could make less of it should he get wind of what she said. However, before she could open her mouth, Malfoy rocketed upwards and without a glance at his worktable, raced out of the classroom as if the Hounds of Hell were after him. Hermione had just cast a containment charm over the boy�s cauldron when a searing sensation raced through her groin. Fighting the urge to collapse; weakness in front of the students would never do, she commanded, �Cast containment charms over your cauldrons and get out! We will continue this in your next lesson. Class is over!�

The instant the last student had exited, Hermione raced for Severus� private loo. Evidently, when the transfiguration undid itself, the bladder charm expired. She sincerely hoped no one had been in flying class.

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That night revealed further distress for Hermione. Seated on her sofa, she was enjoying a strong cup of tea with Severus when pain raced through her arms. It startled her so that she flung the cup over her head where it crashed to the floor.

Startled, Severus nearly did the same before his senses took over and he placed his own cup gently on the table. A quick reparo fixed Hermione�s cup. He reached over and tipped her face up to meet his.

�Don�t tell me Minerva jinxed you again?�

Hermione shook her head, her eyes wide with fear, and, never taking her eyes off his, rolled up her left sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark, burning black against her sallow skin.

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Hermione appeared on the edge of a clearing in the middle of nowhere, Death Eater cloak and mask firmly in place. Her lips still tingled from where Severus had surprised them both by drawing her out of Dark Mark-induced stupor by kissing her. With a nervous heart but occluded mind, she Apparated from his usual point of departure into a dark grove. Gathering her wits about her, and unconsciously shifting her face into a blank expression, she strode into the Inner Circle as Severus had instructed, and dropped to her knees before the creature known as Voldemort. With one smooth motion, she brought the hem of his cloak to her lips for a chaste kiss of servitude, whispering, �My Lord,� as she stood and backed away into her place beside Lucius Malfoy.

The red eyes tracked her movement but no commentary seemed forthcoming. Lucius leaned over to her and whispered into her ear, �You�re in for a special treat tonight, Severus. A very special treat.�

Hermione�s heart sank. �Please, oh, please, not a Dark Revel!� She was all too familiar with what they entailed from her experience at the Quidditch Match she had attended with Harry and the Weasley�s her fourth year, as well as from Harry�s many nightmares where he had actually witnessed a number of them take place. �At least,� she mused, �They never make him . . . me . . . actually participate except as a brewer, and I can brew just as well as Severus . . . of course if they ask for some unheard of illegal potion I may be in a spot of trouble.� Her outward appearance, however, revealed no signs of her inner turmoil, and she simply nodded to Lucius, but did not reply.

A low cackling brought her attention to the matter-at-hand and she realised the horrid sound was coming from the skeletally thin reptilian-like man that some called Master.

�It has come to my attention,� Voldemort announced, �that a certain one of us has missed far too many of our regular entertainments. That simply cannot do; we shall rectify that this evening.�

�Bugger!� thought Hermione. �We�re done for. There is no way I can do anything in a Revel. Harry said it�s rape, pillage, burn. I can�t rape! I don�t know how it works! And I�m not definitely not a pillage-type of girl. Or burn. Well, no, maybe I can do the burning. I did set a certain someone�s robes on fire during my first year, after-all.� Hermione�s self-rambling musings cut off abruptly.

A crooked finger beckoned in a come-hither gesture to Hermione. Hesitantly, she stepped forward and went to bow down before the one she served . . . she was going to get what she deserved . . . she was so out of luck.

However, as she started to bend downwards, Voldemort held out a hand for her to take. Gingerly, she did so. The instant they clasped hands, a festive jaunty tune began, seemingly out of nowhere.

Voldemort smiled. It was far scarier than that first smile Hermione had seen in the mirror after taking up residency in Severus� body. �Snakes were not meant to smile,� she thought.

Voldemort stood, bowed, and stepped up to meet his Potions Master.

Peter Pettigrew, the traitorous rat, stepped forward, fiddle in hand, and called out the words that would begin Hermione�s nightmare.

�Choose yo' partners fo' de Verginny reel!�

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Several hours later found Hermione still dancing. With Voldemort, with Malfoy, even, Merlin help her, Crabbe and Goyle. They were surprisingly agile and light on their feet though they smelled abominably; more so, even than their sons. A tough feat, mused Hermione, as she had days where she wondered if they even knew what soap and water were for or if they simply wore the same robes day in, day out. Perhaps she could pose a veiled question to young Mr. Malfoy. Certainly, the seventh year boys who suffered as their dorm mates would appreciate someone forcing them into a good scrubbing.

At least Snape�s body was in remarkable condition and she was not yet winded, even though she had learned not only the Virginia Reel, but the Galway Reel, the Cor na s��g, the Haymakers Jig, the Kerry Dance, the Canary, the Roving Robin, and, oh, dear, Bellatrix was requesting a dance . . . another one she did not know. Bellatrix leaned in, giving her an ample view of her cleavage, eyes sultry and beckoning. She hoped Rodolphus was not the jealous type.

�Surely you can manage the English Tango,� she whispered in Hermione�s ear. �You are so . . . agile, so graceful . . . one might be tempted to call you effeminate if they were not wise to your ways, my dearest Severus.�

Bellatrix may have been a beautiful woman, but she was pure evil. The grievous hurt she had caused Harry in their fifth year had left a smoldering hatred for the witch in Hermione�s breast.

In the vague recesses of her troubled mind, she heard a rhythmic thump . . . thump in time with the sensually provocative music that Pettigrew was playing on a violin; evidently transfigured out of the fiddle and accompanied by Malfoy on a white baby grand piano. She turned her face briefly from Bellatrix�s svelte form to see that Voldemort himself was keeping time with a majestic staff. The beat was crazy; by happenstance, it would coincide with the rhythm of the night, but it was rare. No one would dare question the blackguard about his tempo.

Hermione watched him with an amused expression. She wondered if she could convince Severus to concoct a potion for the sole purposes of coating Voldemort�s music staff; then they�d just have to get him off-guard enough during one of their . . . musical numbers . . . so that he would stab himself in the foot like that moronic seventeenth century composer, Jean-Baptiste Lully had done. Of course, that fool had contracted gangrene from his misfortune, but Hermione was confident that Severus could create something far nastier for the Dark Lord.

A cold hand wrapped around her chin, drawing her attention back to the slag in front of her. While Hermione�s attention was distracted, Bellatrix had acquired a rose that was nestled between her garishly red lips; she obviously did not mind that the thorns of the flower were piercing her lips, sticking into her gums. Hermione frowned at the sight of it. Her strong sense of smell was feeling quite abused by this point in the evening. �You have a spot there,� she murmured to Bellatrix, nodding at the blood dribbling down her jowls.

She smiled at the Potions Master; a smile that would scare the life out of near anyone who saw it. �Master likes it that way,� she cooed. Hermione had to refrain from shuddering.

Even without the benefit of a pocket watch, Hermione knew that she had been in the orchard for hours. Severus must be worried sick wondering what had happened to her.

She had just finished another waltz with Malfoy when there seemed to be a great bustling of activity near Voldemort�s portable throne. She suddenly felt the long platinum hair of Lucius tickling her neck as the handsome, aristocratic man leaned over to whisper in her ear.

�Wait until you see this, Severus,� he murmured gleefully. �It is like nothing you have ever seen before.�

Hermione raised a brow in Lucius� direction.

�You will see, my friend, you will see. It is Tom�s favourite hobby. Well, that, and he does love to crochet.�

It was only the explicit skill of Severus� body not to provide any facial movement no matter how stunning information may be, that kept Hermione from a rather inappropriate visual reaction to what Lucius had just told her. She had been quiet worried when she had been instructed to take off her mask several hours ago, but between Severus� facial cleverness and her talent for learning new things � Occlumency in this case � her worry was for naught.

Voldemort suddenly stood tall in front of his loyal Inner Circle. Even in this sickly form, he possessed an innate grace and poise that commanded attention. He flung his robes wide open to present himself. He was garbed in a loose fitting black silk shirt and, Hermione gulped inaudibly, tights. And a codpiece. It was far, far, far too small. She was really going to have to get Albus to obliviated that particular memory, if not the entire evening.

A moment of silence, and then the Death Eaters that were more familiar with this . . . closing act . . . began clapping in uniform rhythm. It sounded unmistakably Celtic to Hermione, and she was proven right when the Dark Lord, someone she perceived to be one of the scariest people . . . creatures alive (although the alive bit was debatable from what Harry had told her), throw himself into a clean, precise and . . . dare she say it . . . beautiful Irish Jig. Hermione stared. There was no doubt about it.

Lord Voldemort was a fan of Riverdance.

Author�s Footnotes:

� Cor na s��g in English would be called The fairy reel.

Jean-Baptiste Lully was in fact a real composer in the French Courts, and, yes, that is really how he died.

� If you are unfamiliar with the dances, please visit our website (www.slytherinselection.com) and go to the Gallery and then Music where you can find midi samples for music that would accompany several of the dances.
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