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Down & Dirty
Part 3

The first hand was dealt. Holding her five cards, Hermione giggled, the wine making her positively giddy.

Sirius looked at her and gave her a sly wink "The object of the game is to bluff, Hermione."

Next came the three cards face down.

"Let the nightmare begin," Snape said acidly.

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A bell chimed. "Ah, next round." Sirius said brightly, looking around at the crowd.

"Next round?" Hermione asked, confused, trying not to blush as his eyes swept over her. She was sitting there wearing nothing but Snape's black shirt, which was thankfully very long on her.

At least she was better off than some of the others. Sybil had the unfortunate luck of only being graced with three shoes, which she had positioned over the most important parts that needed covering. Minerva was wearing Pansy's school shirt and Remus' pants. Severus, ah she wished she had a camera, was sitting there with her skirt and nothing else. March Flitwick was truly enjoying himself as he sat on everyone's clothes still fully clothed in his own. Everyone was being to wonder if he was carrying a lucky charm of some sort.

Justin swore his eyes were going to roll around in his head, when the women of the group had begun stripping. He was not a prude, had stolen peeks at the magazines his cousins had, as well as the girls in Hufflepuff, but when he saw the older women sitting there in shifts, then nothing, he thought he would never look at another woman again. Age spots and sagging skin had given him the shudders, though he had a disturbing thought about Professor Hooch. Apparently all the years on the broom kept her in good shape.

But then again there was Hermione and Pansy. He couldn't bring himself to glance in Hermione's direction after seeing her clad only in a lacy pink bra and he supposed the matching knickers, though he couldn't tell since she was sitting as close to the table as possible. When the hand she had lost had Hermione reaching up to unsnap that bra and throw it in the pile, he had downed two drinks quickly, no longer coughing at the fiery substance flooding his throat.

Pansy was a different story. Because she was sitting right beside, he was only too aware of her. Though short and stocky compared to Hermione's willowy limbs, he noticed that however once things were 'removed' he was pleasantly surprised to see the stockiness was a full feminine body, which was hidden beneath the school robes. Sitting there in Sirius' shirt and her knickers, she was relaxed and seemed to be enjoying herself, her cheeks pink and a twinkle in her eyes. Her usual scowl was gone and Justin had been floored when she began talking to him as if he were a close friend. Her long dark hair she usually wore in a tight braid was loose, hanging below her waist, ahd he was strangely compelled to run his hands through it, though he had resisted.

"Next round means a change in the stakes," Sirius said grinning, sitting there wearing Sybil's shawl wrapped around his waist.

Snape groaned, evidently remembering what "the next round" consisted of.

Lupin stood up and offered a basket with small pieces of parchment around. Hermione took the opportunity to admire his legs as he was left in only his boxers. "Don't read them," he warned, "or will have to do whatever ever it says," he grinned nervously. Everyone took a piece with apprehension.

"Everyone will have to do whatever it says on the parchment except the winner, anyway," Freyda said mischievously.

"Oh joy," Severus said testily. "I can just imagine the things you two have cooked up."

"Well," said Sirius grinning slyly. "We didn't write them, some innocent bystanders did."

"Who?" Minerva asked suspiciously.

"Well one day we just happened to be in Weasley's Wizardly Whizzers—"

The entire table groaned in unison.

"My gods," Severus muttered. "I'd rather face Voldemort again."

The hand was played as if everyone's life depended on it.

No surprise, March won again. Everyone glared at him as he grinned sheepishly.

"Okay," said Sirius, "the person on the winner's right starts." Freyda opened her paper. Giggling madly she stood up, in Sirrus pants and her shimmy, and ran over to Justin and grabbed both cheeks, er not the ones on his face and squeezed. Justin looked like he was about to faint.

Next was Snape. Severus opened his paper, and his eyes darkened dangerously. Trying to fight the magical pull of the instructions, through clenched teeth he began singing, "Tiptoe through the tulips'. Everyone chortled, even March laughed until he fell off his seat. Seeing the unpleasant professor singing that ludicrous song was worth all this, almost. Hermione grasped her mouth with her hand trying hard to stifle the giggles as Severus glared at the students. Pansy stopped laughing and Justin straightened up quickly.

"One word of this gets out and your children's children will be serving detention with me," he growled warningly.

Minerva glared harder at Sirius though she couldn't keep the grin spreading across her face, as she read her paper. Standing up she bent over, pulling down Remus' pants she had acquired and mooned them all. Justin started hitting his head on the table, until Pansy stopped him. "I will never be able to see again," he moaned."
"I agree," muttered Snape under his breath, which caused Sirius to lose it and began laughing until he lost his breath.

Next came Trelawney, who had to walk around the room flapping her arms and clucking like a chicken. "I don't see any difference," whispered March to Hermione. She looked at him in amazement, appreciating the older wizard's humor.

Justin had to dance a tango with Sirius, which had the room howling as both tried to dip the other at the same time and they wound up in a heap. Pansy went crawling on her knees to Freyda, where she had to profess her undying love.

Feeling just a twinge of pity for Remus, as Sirius gave him a full body massage, Hermione noted that it soon turned to an improper thought at the sight of the two barely clad, well build men, as Sirius straddled Remus, massaging his back and legs.

Slightly flushed, Lupin's turn found him carrying Minerva around the room while quoting a scene from Romeo and Juliet, to which she giggled like a schoolgirl.
Sitting down, he turned to Hermione. "Last but not least," he said eyes twinkling at her.

Hermione nervously opened her paper. "Go to the third player to your right. Sit on his or hers lap and give them the deepest French kiss you can imagine." Flitwick, Freyda, fuck. Snape. Feeling compelled by the parchment she stood up, pulling the shirt down and walked over to Severus.

"Miss Granger," he said dangerously as she neared.

"Be nice," Sirius said, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Hermione straddled Severus as she sat down. Pulling his face down to hers, she pressed her lips to his. He resisted, and feeling the pull of the spell she bit down on his lip and he opened his to protest she slipped her tongue inside. Exploring his mouth, she tasted the brandy he had been drinking and ran her tongue over his teeth. His tongue met hers and she felt his arms tighten around her. Pressing closer, she moved her tongue deeper into his mouth and heard him moan softly. She felt the spell release her and she pulled back dazed. Opening her eyes she stared into Severus' glittering black ones. Smoky and dark, they appraised her before he said acidly, "Miss Granger if you would be so kind," he said as he shifted his hips and she felt something brush against her inner thigh. OH! "Sorry," she mumbled, standing up hurriedly pulling down her shirt.

Blushing, she didn't look at anyone as she sat back down. She nearly jumped out of her seat, when she felt a hand on her knee. "You ok?" Remus asked worried. She felt a smile start and he was surprised to see her smirk fully now, as she said," excellent." Looking up she saw Sirius glaring at her. Why you would think he was jealous she thought smugly and gave him a wink.

"Shall we go again?" Freyda asked fully enjoying herself, as she snuck an arm around Flitwick. "We have to beat this little twerp sooner or later."

"Freyda," Minerva said sternly than burst into giggling, " I totally agree."

A bell chimed again. Several players sighed with relief until, "Round three," Sirius said, smiling evilly at them.
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