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The Break In
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns everything, I don\'t. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 2 - The Break In
Camouflaged in a slinky catsuit, Hermione Granger prowled her way down the corridor in a silent progression that was testament to her impeccabrainraining. Her sleek form blended into the darkened hallway as she slipped from inconspicuous nooks to ubiquitous statues, while around her the theme from Mission Impossible scored her every move. Her goal on this mission -- to infiltrate the evil Headmaster\'s office and make away with the evidence of his devious plans without being detected.
Ok, so maybe it wasn\'t a slinky catsuit. It was a pair of old jeans, and a sweatshirt with a picture of a rather adorable cat perched above the caption Kiss Me, I\'m Purrrfect...; and perhaps knocking over that suit of armor in the main hallway wasn\'t the quietest move she had ever made, but the annoying Mission Impossible theme was running through her head and would not stop.
She had expected a bit more trouble en route to Dumbledore\'s office, but as all the professors were currently ensconced in yet another staff meeting, she had nothing to worry about. Besides, Snape was the only one that even bothered to walk the halls looking for errant students. Well, aside from Mrs. Norris -- who was currently being serviced by a very helpful Crookshanks. Most of the staff avoided stalker duty and were never seen in the corridors after dark.
Most of the staff that is, with the notable exception of Professor McGonagall, who was usually trying to hide from students rather than look for them. Most students knew that her late night strolls were a result of trysts with the Headmaster... or Filch... or Lockhart (during his tenure)... or as it was occasionally rumored -- Trelawney. Honestly, the animagi had the morals of an alley cat. It was surprising that she was able to keep all of them straight... well -- in a manner of speaking.
Snape had assured her that with Dumbledore out of his office pontificating in front of the entire staff, it was a perfect time to get the Valentine\'s Day dossier. She noticed that he showed a bit of reluctance over doing the job himself, and she attributed that to his fear of g cag caught. Not that she could blame him. If exposed, the famed Head Girl would probably get a medal for her ingenuity at testing the wards on the Headmaster\'s office, while the former Death Eater would probably get sacked.
Arriving at her destination, the shrewd operative looked up at the Gargoyle statue guarding the Headmaster\'s lair and spoke the password. \"The winner and undefeated champion -- Albus Dumbledore.\" She cringed as the sentry moved aside and allowed her to pass.
She thought maybe Snape had been joking when he told her the password. He had rolled his eyes and smirked as she threw out guesses such as: Lemon Drops, Chocolate Frogs, and Candied Yams. Then, just when she had enough, he supplied her with the answer. It seemed that in addition to his love of sugar-induced delights, the man also had an ego the size of Mount Olympus. That wasn\'t a surprise.
Entering the office, she immediately found herself surrounded by the Headmasters of Hogwarts past. She had forgotten about the rather odd collection, and as she gazed at their shocked expressions she wondered if the jig was up. Deciding that with a group of elderly men, the best course of action was an offensive course -- she quickly flashed them -- a brilliant smile. She then told them that as head girl she had been asked to pick up some paperwork for the Headmaster. They all looked at her with such doting admiration (, th, the ones that were awake anyway) that she almost felt bad about duping them. \'Nah -- fuck\'em,\' she thought, \'they all ascended to their positions of power for duplicities far worse than this.\'
Settling in to the Headmaster\'s chair she was finally able to confirm some her thoughts about his pathetic power plays. She had always assumed that his chair was a foot or so taller than the readily available guest chairs, and now she had proof -- too bad she couldn\'t share the information.
She rummaged through the stacks of Ministry paperwork and desert crumbs that littered his desk but came up empty. Picking up a pile of Hogwarts letters, she found a photograph hidden underneath. To her horror the picture -- taken in the great hall during some party -- displayed a naked Professor Umbridge smiling seductively and beckoning the Headmaster closer. \"Ewwww...\" dropping the photograph she shuddered and resisted the urge to poke her eyes out. She had always wondered what happened at the school outside of term time. If this photograph was any indication, it wust ust one extended orgy.
While returning the photograph, another rather depressing thought occurred to her. She had just seen proof that Dolores Umbridge was getting more action than she was. It was just the incentive she needed to hate Valentine\'s Day more than ever.
Pulling out the multitude of desk drawers with a vengeance she finally hit the jackpot. Opening the Valentine\'s Day folder, she quickly scanned the list of tortures the Headmaster expected them to endure. Each one was more sickening than the last, and would have to be dealt with in kind.
Pushing the list aside, she came across the musical contracts. \"The Weird Sisters? Ha! We have something so much better planned,\" and with a devious swish and a rather cruel flick, the contract was cancelled. Moving on to the remainder of the pile, she took care to \"handle\" each item as per her earlier discussion with Snape. Some were cancelled, others altered, and some were merely noted for future reference. When she had finished her work she made a copy of the folder and put the original back in its place.
As she turned to leave, she gave the room one final sweep to remove any evidence of her presence. With a reverent smile she addressed the portraits, \"Gentlemen, you\'ve all been so kind. Just one more thing if you wouldn\'t mind?\" Feeling a bit like Dr Seuss with her silly unintended rhyme, she was relived that her comment was rewarded with a roomful of indulgent faces. \"Obliviate!\" She yelled at the old men, before scampering out of the office.
Running back to her room she couldn\'t help but laugh menacingly at the fate that was about to befall the school.
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A/N: Thanks to NegativeNine for her beta work!!
Sorry to all for the long wait. My original Chapter 2 just didn\'t make the cut, so after unsuccessful re-tooling I abandoned it for Chapter 3. Key points have been nicked for future chapters.
Chapter 2 - The Break In
Camouflaged in a slinky catsuit, Hermione Granger prowled her way down the corridor in a silent progression that was testament to her impeccabrainraining. Her sleek form blended into the darkened hallway as she slipped from inconspicuous nooks to ubiquitous statues, while around her the theme from Mission Impossible scored her every move. Her goal on this mission -- to infiltrate the evil Headmaster\'s office and make away with the evidence of his devious plans without being detected.
Ok, so maybe it wasn\'t a slinky catsuit. It was a pair of old jeans, and a sweatshirt with a picture of a rather adorable cat perched above the caption Kiss Me, I\'m Purrrfect...; and perhaps knocking over that suit of armor in the main hallway wasn\'t the quietest move she had ever made, but the annoying Mission Impossible theme was running through her head and would not stop.
She had expected a bit more trouble en route to Dumbledore\'s office, but as all the professors were currently ensconced in yet another staff meeting, she had nothing to worry about. Besides, Snape was the only one that even bothered to walk the halls looking for errant students. Well, aside from Mrs. Norris -- who was currently being serviced by a very helpful Crookshanks. Most of the staff avoided stalker duty and were never seen in the corridors after dark.
Most of the staff that is, with the notable exception of Professor McGonagall, who was usually trying to hide from students rather than look for them. Most students knew that her late night strolls were a result of trysts with the Headmaster... or Filch... or Lockhart (during his tenure)... or as it was occasionally rumored -- Trelawney. Honestly, the animagi had the morals of an alley cat. It was surprising that she was able to keep all of them straight... well -- in a manner of speaking.
Snape had assured her that with Dumbledore out of his office pontificating in front of the entire staff, it was a perfect time to get the Valentine\'s Day dossier. She noticed that he showed a bit of reluctance over doing the job himself, and she attributed that to his fear of g cag caught. Not that she could blame him. If exposed, the famed Head Girl would probably get a medal for her ingenuity at testing the wards on the Headmaster\'s office, while the former Death Eater would probably get sacked.
Arriving at her destination, the shrewd operative looked up at the Gargoyle statue guarding the Headmaster\'s lair and spoke the password. \"The winner and undefeated champion -- Albus Dumbledore.\" She cringed as the sentry moved aside and allowed her to pass.
She thought maybe Snape had been joking when he told her the password. He had rolled his eyes and smirked as she threw out guesses such as: Lemon Drops, Chocolate Frogs, and Candied Yams. Then, just when she had enough, he supplied her with the answer. It seemed that in addition to his love of sugar-induced delights, the man also had an ego the size of Mount Olympus. That wasn\'t a surprise.
Entering the office, she immediately found herself surrounded by the Headmasters of Hogwarts past. She had forgotten about the rather odd collection, and as she gazed at their shocked expressions she wondered if the jig was up. Deciding that with a group of elderly men, the best course of action was an offensive course -- she quickly flashed them -- a brilliant smile. She then told them that as head girl she had been asked to pick up some paperwork for the Headmaster. They all looked at her with such doting admiration (, th, the ones that were awake anyway) that she almost felt bad about duping them. \'Nah -- fuck\'em,\' she thought, \'they all ascended to their positions of power for duplicities far worse than this.\'
Settling in to the Headmaster\'s chair she was finally able to confirm some her thoughts about his pathetic power plays. She had always assumed that his chair was a foot or so taller than the readily available guest chairs, and now she had proof -- too bad she couldn\'t share the information.
She rummaged through the stacks of Ministry paperwork and desert crumbs that littered his desk but came up empty. Picking up a pile of Hogwarts letters, she found a photograph hidden underneath. To her horror the picture -- taken in the great hall during some party -- displayed a naked Professor Umbridge smiling seductively and beckoning the Headmaster closer. \"Ewwww...\" dropping the photograph she shuddered and resisted the urge to poke her eyes out. She had always wondered what happened at the school outside of term time. If this photograph was any indication, it wust ust one extended orgy.
While returning the photograph, another rather depressing thought occurred to her. She had just seen proof that Dolores Umbridge was getting more action than she was. It was just the incentive she needed to hate Valentine\'s Day more than ever.
Pulling out the multitude of desk drawers with a vengeance she finally hit the jackpot. Opening the Valentine\'s Day folder, she quickly scanned the list of tortures the Headmaster expected them to endure. Each one was more sickening than the last, and would have to be dealt with in kind.
Pushing the list aside, she came across the musical contracts. \"The Weird Sisters? Ha! We have something so much better planned,\" and with a devious swish and a rather cruel flick, the contract was cancelled. Moving on to the remainder of the pile, she took care to \"handle\" each item as per her earlier discussion with Snape. Some were cancelled, others altered, and some were merely noted for future reference. When she had finished her work she made a copy of the folder and put the original back in its place.
As she turned to leave, she gave the room one final sweep to remove any evidence of her presence. With a reverent smile she addressed the portraits, \"Gentlemen, you\'ve all been so kind. Just one more thing if you wouldn\'t mind?\" Feeling a bit like Dr Seuss with her silly unintended rhyme, she was relived that her comment was rewarded with a roomful of indulgent faces. \"Obliviate!\" She yelled at the old men, before scampering out of the office.
Running back to her room she couldn\'t help but laugh menacingly at the fate that was about to befall the school.
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A/N: Thanks to NegativeNine for her beta work!!
Sorry to all for the long wait. My original Chapter 2 just didn\'t make the cut, so after unsuccessful re-tooling I abandoned it for Chapter 3. Key points have been nicked for future chapters.