Conspiracy In The Classroom

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I’ve had quite a few requests to “finish” this story. I originally wrote it as a kind of one shot, but after reading the reviews and request, decided I left it hanging. Here is the continuation to the story. I hope you like it.



Conspiracy in the Classroom: Suffering



Snape watched the medi-witch leave. He did not bother to tell her that he had, indeed met all of the students after they acquired their targets before hand. After all, they would be trundled off to the infirmary, in safe hands. He did not care about the wizards, but the witch. That was why he paired her with that particular target. He would run fast and hard before doing anything to the know it all.



Madame Pomphrey headed back up to the infirmary to gather her affected students to take them to St. Mungo’s. As she entered the infirmary she noticed Dobby the house elf. She had assigned the elf to watch over the students while she visited Professor Snape. The elf was standing in between the rows of beds, hands clasped and ears flat.



“Oh Dobby is a bad elf! Dobby watches the students and they’s in bed, then they’s is not! Bad, bad Dobby!”



“Dobby! “ Shouted the medi-witch, trying to calm the house elf down. She needed Dobby to tell her exactly what transpired between the students before they left. They should not have recovered from the sleeping drought for another four hours. She supposed that the Lust potion they were slipped was stronger than what she had ever come across.



Flashback infirmary……………..



Ron proposed that they just go and get it over with, as they knew Snape had the antidote and that there was no way in hell that he would let their sorry hides have any. After all, the greasy git would call it a learning point, not to mention the fact a good lesson on how to avoid getting checked into Azkaban.



Hermione argued back that Madame Pomfrey would get the antidote from the Potions Master, and if not, take them to St. Mungo's to be healed.



Hermione’s face flushed as she thought back to what had happened to her. She remembered feeling a strong uncontrollable lustful feeling as she met eyes with Professor Hagrid, the Care Of Magical Creatures professor. It was so embarrassing. She ran up and jumped onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck while she tried to snog him in front of the entire class. The half giant easily pulled her arms length and looked into her eyes.



Hagrid had seen enough students affected by lust potions throughout his time at Hogwarts.



“Class dismissed!” He bellowed “Remember yer report on Thestrals due tomorrow!”



As her professor carried her through her fellow classmates, she heard laughing. Even from Ron, Harry, and Draco. She hissed at them from Hagrid’s large shoulder. “Remember boys, you drank that shit also!”



They immediately stopped laughing and looked ill. If Snape had chosen Hagrid for Hermione, then the Gods only knew what was in store for them. They eyed Professor Hagrid as he passed. Merlin! He could probably split their friend in half if he took her up on the invitation.



They bumped into Snape in the entryway leading to the infirmary. He leaned toward her and whispered loud enough that only she could hear “One down, and three to go, Miss Granger!”



Hermione silently cursed Snape, laying in her bed while fighting the urge to go to Professor Hagrid.



Draco lay on the infirmary bed silently cursing himself for letting Granger talk him into this mess. He should have known no good would come out of trusting a Gryffindor. Her plan had sounded so good! But, UUGH! Filch! His godfather was really a sadistic bastard.



Draco was sent to the caretaker’s office to fetch some new cauldrons. So, he had entered Filch’s office calling him. Filch approached him asking him what he was doing in his domain. As Draco immediately made eye contact, he felt the strongest wave of lust he ever felt. Draco caught the squib and began kissing him in earnest.



Professor Hagrid heard a commotion and walked into the caretaker’s office. He found young Malfoy reverently kissing Mr. Filch, and Mr. Filch not fighting back. Mrs. Norris, Filch’s familiar, was hissing and scratching, latched onto Draco’s back. Hagrid extracted the clawing cat from Draco’s back and pulled him into a bear hold, dragging the boy from the office. Hagrid began pulling the stricken Malfoy to the infirmary when they bumped into Snape.



“Perfessor!” Hagrid called. “This is the second student I’ve found with the effects of a lust potion! ‘Ave you any ideas?”



“Hagrid, I care not what the students dally in outside of my classroom! Now excuse me.”



As Snape walked past, he whispered to Draco “Two down and two to go!” He laughed nastily, walking away.



Draco continued to silently curse Hermione, as this was her fault. He sighed as he looked up to the infirmary ceiling, thinking about Mr. Filch.



Harry also lay in his infirmary bed, thinking about the actions he had done. He had publicly announced his intentions to shag the headmistress and went to kiss her while his fellow students were eating lunch in the Great Hall. Headmistress McGonagal flushed then directed Hagrid to take Mr. Potter to the infirmary.



As Harry was pulled past Snape, the professor whispered to Harry “Three down and one to go!”, then proceeded to eat one of the best lunches that he had ever had.



Ron sat up as he listened to Hermione’s argument about staying. He could not fight the urges any longer.



Ron had entered Professor Flitwick’s classroom to ask him about an assignment, when he looked into the short professor’s eyes. He went to bring his professor into his arms and missed as Professor Flitwick scurried out of range. Ron began to chase the handsome teacher when all of a sudden he found himself strung tight with rope from head to toe. Professor Flitwick said “Moblicorpus” and began to take Ron to the infirmary, wondering how the boy imbibed a lust potion.



Snape strode down the corridors scattering the students about until he bumped into his fellow professor guiding an immobile Mr. Weasley.



“Ah, Professor Snape! It seems that Mr. Weasly has imbibed a lust potion. Could you check it out before I go to the infirmary?”



Snape leaned down and looked into the Mr. Weasly’s eyes and noticed the dilated pupils. He whispered to him “and you are the last!” Ron’s eyes grew wide as he wondered about the “whom” of his fellow conspirators.



Snape stood up and addressed Professor Flitwick. “He is indeed under the effects of a lust potion Filius. Note the eyes. He needs to be taken to Madame Pomfrey immediately!”



So there they all were, magically bound in their infirmary beds.



“Hermione!” Hissed Ron “Do something. I cannot take it!”



Harry and Draco also hissed the same thing.



“Dobby, can you get me some juice and feed it to me? My mouth is so dry!” Hermione asked sweetly.



“Anything for the friend of Harry Potter!” Dobby looked over, seeing the students magically bound and disappeared with a plop.



“Are you sure you would not wait for Madame Pomfrey? I am sure she will not be gone much longer. Then she can take us to St. Mungo’s.” Her ability to rationally think was deteriorating.



“Witches!” Harry spat exasperated. “Hermione, for us wizards it is more than a psychological issue! We have a physical one as well. Please do not ask me to describe it! And Hermione, I know you can do wandless magic.”



She sighed. Her last bastion of fighting the lust potion left as she suddenly remembered she COULD do wandless magic and the need to get to Professor Hagrid kicked in.



“If I do this, I will need a Wizard’s Oath promising no retaliation or hard feelings about the act you are about to commit!” The wizards quickly agreed to it.



They all left the infirmary and went their separate ways.



A/N If I did not stop it here, it would be way too long. As it was originally intended as a one shot, I feel the need to leave it here and bring it to an end tomorrow. I promised serina14 a quick finish, but work and unexpected need to go to my sis n law house got in the way. I hope you enjoy it! Mare