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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Detention

Minerva McGonagall strolled past Natalie, nodding a prim greeting as she too entered the Great Hall. As she passed, Natalie grimaced, recognizing the song the Transfiguration professor hummed under her breath.

‘At least I was right about the damn ribbon!’ Natalie began to hum along with the music now stuck in her head, about to play in a relentless, torturous loop for the remainder of her day.

A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair, and one could tell by how he walked, he’d drunk more than his share. He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet. Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Ring ding ding diddly iddly eye dee oh ring dah diddly eye oh

He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later two young and lovely girls just happened by, one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye. “See yon sleeping Scotsman so brave and handsome built? I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt?”

Ring ding ding diddly iddly eye dee oh ring dah diddly eye oh

I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt.

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as can be, and lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see. And there for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt, was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

Ring ding ding diddly iddly eye dee oh ring dah diddly eye oh

Nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

They marveled for a moment, then one said “We’d best be gone, but, let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along. They took a blue silk ribbon and tied it in a bow, around the bonny star the Scotsman’s kilt did lift and show.

Ring ding ding diddly iddly eye dee oh ring dah diddly eye oh

Around the bonny star the Scotsman’s kilt did lift and show.

The Scotsman woke to nature’s call, and he stumbled off into the trees. Behind a bush, he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees. In a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes,“Lad I don’t know where you’ve been, but I see you’ve won first prize!”

Ring ding ding diddly iddly eye dee oh ring dah diddly eye oh

Lad I don’t know where you’ve been, but I see you’ve won first prize! --- The Scotsman’s Kilt song, artist unknown. Yes, it is a real song!

‘I definitely need the greasy bat to obliviate me before I go insane,’ she griped at herself mentally, slinking into the Great Hall to take her seat with Ana, hoping for a bit of juicy gossip to take her mind off the horrible start to her day.

She slid into the seat next to Ana, and spied Alexei gingerly making his way into the Great Hall for his meal. Giggling, Natalie leaned close to Ana to whisper.

“It seems your partner has pulled a muscle or something.”

Ana’s laugh tinkled merrily, then she lowered her voice considerably. “Or some, t’ing.” Her watery eyes twinkled at her friend.

“I will be late this evening. I have to supervise a detention,” Natalie added as she attacked her plate, her appetite returning after deserting her earlier in the morning.

“All right.” Ana acknowledged, tucking into her meal with equal fervor. Albus ambled past the two young women, stopping to slip a parchment across the table to Natalie, who in turn eyed it curiously. He winked playfully at her as he continued on his way out of the hall.

“What ees ‘dat about?” Ana’s curiosity was piqued by the Headmaster’s mysterious behavior.

“Oi, I forgot to tell you. The Headmaster and Professor McGonagall joined our contest last night.”

“Merde!” Ana swore, her eyes wide in alarm. “’Ow?”

“They found the scrolls.” Natalie answered between shoveling food into her mouth. She paused in order to comment dryly, “I unfortunately am now privy to the fact the Headmaster is wearing a kilt, and a strategically placed blue ribbon, under his robes, and is sure to be crossing an item off the Professor’s list at some point today.”

“No!” Ana choked on her mashed potatoes.

“Yes. And, I tried to get Professor Moody to obliviate the memory, but …” Natalie shuddered hard “what I saw in his classroom was much worse.”

“Natalie!” The younger French woman whined.

“So then I tried to get Snape to obliviate me, and the bastard wouldn’t do it. I still think he just lied so I’d have to suffer through this day with the knowledge.”

“I told you ‘ee was ‘orreeble!” Ana exclaimed, her eyes involuntarily drawn to where Professor Moody sat staring out at the assembled students, his magical replacement eye whirling crazily.

Natalie followed her friend’s gaze. “No, that was horrible,” she spat with emphasis.

The two Beaxbatons witches quickly finished their meals, Natalie returning to her dungeon classroom, and Ana to hers higher in the castle. Once she settled behind her desk, Natalie dared to open the parchment Albus gave to her.

Miss Richmond:

I felt I owed you a favor in return for your gracious assistance.

Severus will report for his detention at 7:00 p.m. tonight, in the Headmaster’s office; a bit more imposing, don’t you think?

The password is Everlasting Gobstoppers.

Enjoy and thank you.

A.D.

‘Everlasting gobstoppers?’ Natalie burst out laughing, laying her head on her arms on top of a pile of her students’ parchments, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her next class filed in, concerned that their Professor had quite lost her mind.

Finally, the day drew to a close. Natalie abandoned her evening meal after picking at it very lightly. Exiting, she turned to smirk at the Potions Master who serenely sat at his end of the table, eating heartily. She winked slyly, earning a coyly arched eyebrow from her partner, then she slipped from the Hall. She ran to her rooms to prepare to supervise her most special detention, still singing, “Ring ding ding diddly idlle eye do oh, ring dah diddly eye oh, oh lad I don’t know where you’ve been, but I see you’ve won first prize.”

At precisely 6:30 p.m., she whispered the password to the Gargoyle, rising to the Headmaster’s office to find it quite empty, but a fire blazing cheerfully in the grate, and a very helpful row of students’ desks set off to one side. She smiled, quite grateful for the buzzing old bee’s thoughtfulness. She began to set the scene quite efficiently, laying her papers and ink well on Albus' very cleared desk. She then hid the paddle underneath the desk, settled herself nicely behind the desk, her reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose, hair tightly wound into a bun, but her nails blazing scarlet once more.

As the clock chimed 7:00, a knock on the door resounded through the office.

“Enter!” Natalie barked imperiously.

Entered he did. Severus Snape valiantly struggled against the urge to fiddle with his old school tie, still wondering how she managed to find it. He hadn’t left her alone in his rooms for long after all. His black school robes flowed, the Slytherin crest proudly displayed on his chest. He didn’t seem all that awkward donning a school uniform.

“Sit,” Natalie commanded, surreptitiously drinking in his appearance. ‘I wonder what he is wearing under that robe.’

She sneered at the student’s parchment in front of her to cover her smile.

Snape settled quite uncomfortably into the student desk nearest the fire, folding his hands, trying to play errant student for the witch. Natalie slowly stood, removing her glasses to set them on top of the papers.

“Mr. Snape, do you know why you are serving this detention?” She regarded him coolly from behind the imposing desk. Snape’s gaze smoldered, taking in the severe black robes of the witch, her uptight hair, and the thin line of her lips, her red nails drumming in mock irritation against the desk top.

“Mistress, I am deserving of punishment,” he smoothly answered, his eyes lowered repentantly to the desk top.

“And, do you think you deserve to choose the punishment, Mr. Snape?”

“No Mistress. I submit to your choice.”

Natalie smiled primly, reaching under the desk for the paddle, laying it across the parchments waiting to be graded.

“Well, I choose twenty strikes. You choose the paddle or my hand.” She smiled at the stunned looking “student."

“Your hand, Mistress, please?” He didn’t even hesitate in his choice.

“Stand up!” she commanded.

He complied, working his way around the desk.

With a delighted grin, she instructed him. “Turn and drop them, Mr. Snape.” The great greasy git of the dungeons fought to hide his delight as he lifted his robes to reveal nothing underneath except for the pristine white dress shirt as he bent over the desk, grasping a leg of the desk with each hand.

“Oh my, Mr. Snape, ten points to Slytherin for coming prepared,” Natalie cooed, thrilled at the muscled white buttocks presented for her perusal.

“Thank you, Mistress. I do try.”

“Oh, Mr. Snape. I think after tonight you will try much harder,” Natalie murmured softly.

“Indeed," he murmured his answer.

Natalie moved to his side, moving his robes further up his back. She laid one cool hand on his left cheek, garnering a bit of a startle from the man. “You shall count the strikes, Mr. Snape.”

“Yes Mistress,”he answered eagerly.

Natalie drew back her arm, and with a force surprising to the “student” struck dead center of his buttock with a stinging slap.

“One, Mistress. May I have another?” replied the errant student.

“Very good, Mr. Snape, but I get the feeling you have served this type of detention before?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. I have been very naughty.” She reached back and struck him again, just a fraction of an inch higher, catching him off guard.

“Two Mistress. May I have the next?” Her strength both surprised and delighted the man. He now sported two red hand prints highlighted in relief against his white skin.

Natalie took her time, enjoying the game. When she reached five strikes, she paused to run her cool left hand soothingly over the scarlet stains on his skin.

“You are too kind, Mistress.”

She struck him the hardest yet, skin meeting skin with a resounding smack.

“I did not give you permission to speak, Mr. Snape.”

“Six, Mistress. May I have the next?” He gripped the desk legs tighter. She continued on, moving to his right buttock, and marking it similarly. When she finally reached twenty, Snape squirmed against the hard desk top, his erection painfully trapped beneath his body and the desk, screaming for relief. Natalie began to smooth a soothing ointment into his abused cheeks, cooling the flaming heat from her strikes.

“You present a delightful picture, Mr. Snape,” she crooned, “accidentally” brushing her thumb against his sacs. He jumped involuntarily from the contact. “Did you like that?”

“Yes Mistress.” He moaned into his own arm, fighting for control.

“Am I going to have to punish you further, Mr. Snape?” she asked, fondling his fiery backside gently.

“No Mistress.” He shook his head side to side. “I promise to be very good from now on.”

Natalie continued to soothe his abused backside as she loosened her buttons with her other. She snuck an ointment covered finger between his cheeks, tracing all the way from the beginning of his split down to his balls, causing the man to moan wantonly under her hand.

“I believe I require reparations for your misbehavior, Mr. Snape.” She placed one hand on his shoulder, tugging slightly to have him stand upright.

“Reparations, Mistress?” He turned to face her, his eyes burning lustfully at the skin she revealed under her robes.

“Perhaps ministrations would be a more appropriate word.” She backed towards Albus' desk, scooting up onto the surface, propping her heels up, and spreading her thighs wide with her hands. Snape nearly attacked her nether regions, basking in the mouth-watering picture she gifted to him; she had shaved herself completely, and he could not help but run his hands over the smooth skin of her pelvis.

“You are a most devious witch, Natalie.”

She groaned, letting her head drop back between her shoulders, as his tongue wiggled wonderfully against her swollen nub. “Prove yourself worthy of the reward, Mr. Snape.”

“Indeed.” He sank into her, plunging, plundering, moaning so that the vibrations from his mouth sent chills down her spine. He did not take long to force a scream from her lips, and nearly spilled his own seed as she grasped him by the tie, hauling him roughly up onto her own naked body, to capture his lips brutally in a passionate kiss.

“I think I know an even more special salve for your other burn, Mr. Snape.”

He drew a deep breath, sliding his tool into the wet warmth below him. She dug her heels into the wood to arch upward, and allowing him an amazing depth to plunder. He went wild, pummeling the witch with every ounce of his strength, thrusting, and swirling, and plunging until he exploded deep inside her womb with a joyous cry that matched hers.

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Okay, so we now have the score as follows:

Snape 3 Natalie 2

Remus 2 Tonks 1

Alexei 1 Ana 1

Albus 0 Minerva 1 -- I’ve been puzzling over the kilt and blue ribbon, and Snape’s “detention”, and they worked it in quite satisfactorily, for me anyway.

And although they aren’t officially playing, we know by inference

Moody/Crouch Hooch --- but exactly who the instigator was, we’ll never know now will we? Somehow, I knew your own imaginations would be way worse/better than anything I could come up for those two, but I had to throw Moody into the mix, after all, he’s really ol’ Barty who’s been cooped up WAY too long, can‘t imagine he wasn‘t out chasing something or someone around the castle.
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