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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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Buttons, Buttons, Who Undid Who’s Buttons?

Early Monday morning in the Great Hall, the professors found their way, one by one to their places at the staff table. Snape swooped into the Hall with his customary flourish, fluttering cape, and a sneer. Settling into his end seat, he observed the length of the table from the corner of his eye, astutely observing that four women were conspicuously absent; Natalie, Ana, McGonagall and Hooch. He felt uneasy, but could not explain exactly why. ‘It is a bit unusual.’ He thought as he began to read the newspaper left at the side of his plate. When his meal appeared, he draped his napkin over his lap, raising his fork. He felt his napkin slip from his lap, and a soft, gentle pressure replaced it. Startled, he scooted backwards in his seat. He then felt something soft and warm on his calf, massaging small, reassuring circles in an upward progression along the back of his leg.

“Are you all right, Severus?” Tiny Professor Flitwick glanced up at his table mate, concerned.

“Yes.” Snape tried to not actually snarl as he bent down to retrieve his napkin. A disembodied hand held it up for him from under the protection of the table linen. Severus recognized the braided leather and purple stone bracelet that Natalie often wore, and her blood red nails. He secretly smiled. ‘A public place, eh?’ He thought, secretly grinning in wanton glee. ‘We’re going to win.’ He pulled his chair closer to the table, allowing his cloak to fall forward as he ignored table manners, leaning one elbow on top of the table to hold his chin while he pretended to read the newspaper.

He relished the sensation of two hands working their way slowly, very slowly, up his legs, and fought neither to gasp nor pant in absolute delight, nor to drop his sneering mask in front of the assembled student body. One hand rested lightly on top of his thigh, tapped, then pointed towards his left. Curious, Snape glanced down then turned his head, immediately focusing on the Headmaster, sitting quite rigid, both hands on the table, a vacant, somewhat glazed look in his eyes. Snape forcefully strangled a snort. ‘At least the old voyeur is not watching me.’ He thought triumphantly, relaxing just the smallest amount. Snape’s observational skills also zeroed in on the stupid grin affixed to Alexei’s face as he stared off absent-mindedly into space, his knuckles whitened with strain as he held on to the edge of the table with one hand, and damn near crushed his coffee mug with the other. Turning his head even further, he was amazed to see Moody’s magical eye stilled, not whirling and rolling, but staring off at some fixed point on the back wall, the old Auror’s arms crossed over his body. With a decidedly evil sneer, Snape immediately resumed his position, and those two hands disembodied hands went to work on his fly, deftly freeing the many buttons gracing the front of his slacks. He barely heard an exasperated sigh, and felt Natalie shake her head between his now outspread thighs. Quite unexpectedly, she turned her head to express her frustration silently by nipping his thigh through the heavy cloth of his trousers, not hard enough to draw blood, or leave a mark, but with enough force to make him jump, and stifle a growl, invoking yet another queer look from Flitwick.

“Cramp.” Snape gasped out, massaging the offended area. Flitwick gave him the wooly eyeball, disbelieving, and returned to his own meal, and conversation with the oblivious Sybil Trelawney. Underneath the protection of the table, Natalie was finding the Professor’s propensity for wearing clothes as protective armor to be very frustrating. His button fly finally opened under her fingers, and she smiled in mischievous amusement, just a thin barrier of dark green silk barred her from her ultimate goal. Sneaking one finger through the easy-access front overlap, she fingered his already rock hard erection, gently, with the barest hint of contact. Snape suddenly shifted in his seat again, thrusting his pelvis more forward, drawing the newspaper back closer to his body, letting the edge fall over the edge of the table for more protection. Natalie slid his penis out of its silken prison, and kissed the very tip, lightly, but with moistened lips, then blew a whisper soft breath across his swollen, angry red tip. She smiled as his right hand, previously resting nonchalantly on his thigh, balled into a tight fist. Silently, she chuckled in her thoughts, inching closer to enclose his head in her warm wet mouth, tongue swirling happily on the underside of his phallus. She grinned again as she felt his involuntary muscles force his erection to jump inside her mouth. ‘What a way to start the day.’ The pair of them thought simultaneously. Nibbling softly, just a hint of teeth, she traveled the length of the pulsing vein, burying her nose deep beneath his balls, inhaling, drawing the cool air around them, and earning his reaction: his hand sought her hair under the table. Natalie nearly groaned in contentment at the musky sandalwood scent of her partner, a smile gracing her lips as her fingers joined her lips and nose in worshipping at the darkened temple of his manhood. Her thumbs quickly reached his perineum, rubbing smooth but firm circles behind his sacs as she licked and suckled, feeling the muscles of his thighs tense as he fought to maintain control.

Further down the table, Alexei began to slump in his chair, only barely nodding to Karkaroff’s questions. Moody’s knuckles now were turning white as he clasped both of his forearms, and, of course, Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled madly, a strange grin on his face; he seemed to be biting his lip in concentration.

Natalie’s eyes rolled back in her head, taking his thick length in her mouth, and hollowing her cheeks with powerful suction. He nearly jumped to his feet, but managed to fight off the impulse, merely shifting forward so the witch had access to more of his length. Flitwick shot an annoyed glance in his direction before thinking better of antagonizing the Potions Master and returning his attention to the rambling Trelawney. Natalie felt the warm rush of fluid from between her legs. ‘This is going to be a long day.’ She thought as she ran her tongue with as much force as she could muster up the amount of his shaft she could comfortably hold in her mouth.

Quickly now, Natalie’s hands, fingers, mouth, and extraordinarily gifted tongue brought him release; his eyes glazing over as he stared at the same article again, not seeing a solitary word. Inwardly, he gloated, satisfied and pleased as she swallowed, leaving nothing behind to reveal their tryst. Deftly, she tucked him back under his silk boxers, and even managed to button his fly rather quickly. She planted a hot, breathy kiss over his crotch, before disappearing from between his legs. He didn’t dare look down the table.

Squashing her body against the end of the table, Natalie waited for the furry form of a cat to prance down the length of the table, a very Cheshire grin on its feline face. The tabby flung herself into Natalie’s arms, hiding under her borrowed invisibility cloak. The pair slipped unseen, and unfelt from under the table.

At the opposite end, Hooch repeated the process, waiting for Ana’s animagus feline form, and slipping away out the side door as well. Scant minutes later, the four women entered from the staff door, chattering away about mundane wedding details. Ana strolled past Severus first, reaching her hand down to point out the article he had merely stared at with a petite finger graced at the tip with a fiery red nail, a purple stone and braided leather bracelet on her wrist.

“Look at dees story, ladies!” She exclaimed, as all four crowded around the dour Professor, who stared dumbstruck at her hand.

“Well, I’ll be!” Madam Hooch exclaimed, leaning a matching hand over Severus’ opposite shoulder to read the article in question. Snape focused on her bracelet and blood red nails, a sick feeling of horror washing over him.

When they turned to walk towards their seats, Professor McGonagall leaned over Severus’ shoulder, resting one hand on the table top where he could easily see a braided leather and purple stone bracelet on her wrist, and matching fire engine red manicure, Minerva primly smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. Along the length of the table, the three other women mimicked her maneuver with the remaining men at the table:   Hooch leaning over Alexei. Ana smiled evilly at Moody just before she flicked her tongue at the grizzled old Auror in quite a serpent like fashion. Natalie grinned and winked at Albus before staring dead on into Snape’s fury clouded eyes. She grinned widely, smugly, and a bit evilly at the shock registering on his face. All four women whispered. “April Fools!” in unison. Four men’s faces fell, aghast, confused, and unnerved. Four giggling women settled down at the table for their meals, unparalleled grins gracing their faces as they demurely tucked in to the fabulous breakfasts that awaited each and every one of them.

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And the new scoreboard reads: (Drum roll please?)

Snape 4         Natalie 5

Alexei 3         Ana 1

Remus 3        Tonks 3

Albus 2          Minerva 2

Plus, we know old Bartlemoody and Hooch are in for at least 2, although they aren’t in the running for the prize.

Who’s next? Four agitated ie: hot and bothered ladies and one LOOOOOOONNNNNGGGG day of teaching awaits.   Any requests? Witch cackles uncontrollably.

APRIL FOOL’S – early lol.

April Fool's.
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