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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: No descriptive geriatrics, but definite allusions. Skip over the parts in italics if it bothers you.

No, No, No, No, No, No!

Early, very early in the morning, Natalie dressed in her cold classroom to go running. Tying her shoe, she smiled, recalling the past night’s aerobic activities. She definitely worked up a good sweat, first dancing, then servicing her “master.”

‘He’s way too far ahead of me now.’ She resolved to catch up with a very self-satisfied smirk.

Jogging up the stairs from the dungeons, she nearly bowled over the Headmaster who was hurrying towards the gargoyle who protected the moving staircase to his office. They both staggered back slightly. It was then that Natalie spied the plaid package in his hands.

‘Oh no,’ she thought to herself.

“Good morning Miss Richmond!” the Headmaster greeted her quite cheerfully. “Going running?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, eager to be on her way.

“Might you assist me with something first?” Albus inquired, curiously staring at the bundle in his arms.

Feeling as if she had no choice, Natalie reluctantly agreed, but skillfully hid her reluctance beneath polite deference. “Certainly, Headmaster.”

“Good, very good. This way then.” And Albus and Natalie bustled on their way to his office. “Minerva handed this to me earlier, and told to me wear it today, but I am afraid I have not a clue how to put it on.”

Natalie’s suspicion hit full speed. ‘Oh no. No, No, No.’ The stairs propelled them quickly to her full awareness.

** Once inside his office, Natalie followed the Headmaster to his desk where he set down his parcel. He unfurled it to reveal a kilt, green and blue plaid, in the colors of clan McGonagall. Natalie groaned out loud.

“Headmaster, I’m not certain how to tie one of these either.” She gazed at him uncertainly.

“Oh I am certain you’ll do a better job than I ever could hope to do.” He picked up the scratchy wool and disappeared behind a screen.

‘Oh thank Hecate!’ Natalie breathed a sigh of relief.

All too soon, Albus re-emerged from behind the screen, shirtless, holding the plaid fabric around his midsection. Natalie hurried to his side to end her torment more quickly, deciding that a kilt must work something like a sarong, she managed to fix it fairly firmly around his waist. Twirling a bit, the Headmaster seemed pleased with the effect.

“Thank you, Miss Richmond. I think this will work nicely.”

"“You’re welcome Headmaster.”

“Now, for the ribbon.” Albus started to tie a blue silk ribbon around his beard. Natalie choked back laughter before interrupting him.

“Ah, Headmaster?”

“Yes?”

“Given the nature of the contest, I do not believe that is where Professor McGonagall intended for you to wear the ribbon.”

“OH, I am supposed to tie my hair back with it.” He began to gather his white tresses behind his head.

‘Is he trying to torture me?’ Natalie didn’t allow herself to ponder much longer.

“No sir, I believe it’s meant to go around ‘the bonny star’ your kilt could ‘lift and show.’ Well, that is if I remember the lyrics to a certain song properly.”

“Oh my!” he exclaimed, his eyes involuntarily looking south. “Oh dear.” He then raised his eyes to hers.

“Yes.” She nodded solemnly. “I believe the Scots allow their boys to swing free.” She struggled to suppress a very schoolgirl-esque giggle at the Headmaster's expense.

“Oh my!” was all that Albus could say again.

“Well, sir, I do not think it would be appropriate for me to assist further.” Natalie nearly whimpered with her brows knotted together. “I think I’ll go have my run now.”

“Oh my!” Albus said again, still holding the ribbon. “Yes, yes, dear, yes, go run. Thank you.” He muttered.

She never ran so quickly as she did as she exited his office, dashing down the moving stairs two at a time. She eyed the front doors, listening to the wind howl, and wisely chose to run indoors this day, heading up the moving staircases, taking two at time again, hoping to run the image of Albus’ kilt and ribbon from her mind.

On her second pass up the staircases, she paused near the Defense Again the Dark Arts Classroom.

“Natalie, sometimes you are thick.” She huffed tiredly. Knocking on the door, she pushed it open calling, “Professor Moody? I was wonder…”

The sight that accosted her forced all coherent thought from her head. She backed furiously out of the room, praying against hope that they hadn’t heard her. Running back down the stairs towards her own classroom, she just kept shaking her head, trying to clear the second set of disturbing images from her mind, mumbling under her breath as she ran, “No, No, No, NO, NO.”

She nearly knocked over Severus as she ran past him just exiting his private quarters for breakfast.

“Miss Richmond!” he admonished her.

“Not now!” she shouted. “I must obliviate myself.”

Snape’s face registered alarm, although only someone who knew him well would recognize the emotion. He followed her into her classroom.

“Pray tell why you feel the need to Obliviate yourself?” Snape silkily inquired.

“All before I even had any coffee. Bloody Europeans,” she muttered, searching for a book.

“What are you looking for?” Snape moved to help her.

“A book. I’ve never tried to Obliviate myself and I’d like to at least remember my name when I’m finished,” she sniped viciously.

“You can’t obliviate yourself then!” he shouted at her.

“Well, are you going to do it for me?” she shouted back.

“If you tell me why.” He withdrew slightly, assuming his more intimidating teacher’s stance, drawing the edges of his robes over his chest, folding his arms.

“Here, look!” she yelled again. “Then I’ll obliviate you!” She grabbed his wand hand, holding his fingers against her temple. “Econtra Legilimens!” she shouted. (opposite legilimens)

Visions of Albus in his kilt immediately assaulted Professor Snape along with the blue ribbon in his hand as he realized where he was supposed to wear that. He then saw Natalie climbing the stairs. He felt her awareness that the DADA professor could easily Obliviate her memories of the incident, and she wouldn’t have to move through her day knowing what Albus’ robes hid. Then, he staggered as the vision of the interior of the DADA classroom came into focus.

“Dear gods, what is she doing with his wooden leg?” he gasped, jerking his hand away from Natalie’s temple to stand staring at the disturbed witch, the vein in his temple throbbing. “That was cruel, Miss Richmond,” he snarked.

“You wanted to know why,” she groused sullenly. “Just obliviate me, then I’ll do you.”

“I really do not think that is a good idea. I cannot insure that I will only erase those memories.”

“Damn,” Natalie cursed, sinking into her chair, her head dropping tiredly on to her arms.

Snape muttered under his breath as he moved around her to gently pat her back in an uncomfortable motion. “We all know Hooch loves brooms, but that was … that was …” He, the ever eloquent, was at a loss for words.

“Wrong!” Natalie added for him. “It was just wrong.” She rolled her head on her arms.

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At lunchtime, Natalie met the Headmaster as he also made to enter the Great hall. She handed him a neatly wrapped black parcel.

“Perhaps, you would deliver this to Professor Snape for me? I believe he has earned a detention with me this evening,” she whispered to the twinkling old bee, who gleefully took the package.

“I am ever willing to assist.” he added with a sly wink, then bustled a bit briskly into the Great Hall for his noon meal.

Author's foible: Sing with me now, raise the tankards high: Ring ding diddle iddle ah de oh, ring da diddly ah oh, lad I don't know where you've been, but it seems you've one first prize!
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