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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The After-Party

Dedication: A tribute to all the low-men on the totem pole who always pull the worst assignments in teaching. For anyone who ever had to chaperone a room full of teen aged overactive hormones at a school dance, where time can literally stand still.

And Sansa, who asked if I would write more. Thanks!

Who: The less tenured teachers of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts.

Where: The faculty lounge.

When: After the Yule Ball, Goblet of Fire

What: Even the teachers get to have some fun sometimes …

Why: Wouldn’t you need a few stiff drinks after chaperoning three schools worth of dunderheads?

DISCLAIMER: Most everything is the property of JK Rowling. I’m just playing. Hope you enjoy.

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The ever-dour Professor of Potions from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry protectively stood watch over the punch bowl at the Yule Ball. Arms crossed sullenly, his keen eyes scoured the dance floor for any signs of unacceptable behavior as he waited for his Beauxbatons counterpart to take over his post.

Surveying the room, he spied the auburn-haired woman in her pale blue robe sweeping across the dance floor toward him. She graced him with a radiant smile, undeterred by his lack of response. Facing him from across the table, she again grinned widely; a mischievous glint to her startling blue eyes. Cupped in her palm, she showed him a small, glittering crystal vial before emptying the contents into the punch bowl.

Snape arched an eyebrow at her, leaning threateningly across the table to hiss quietly.

“What, pray tell, did you just add to the punch?”

“A very mild sedative. Should make it easier to put the children to bed.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. She moved gracefully around the table, catching his arm before he slunk off for his turn at “Blast the Bushes.”

“Some of the other, errr, younger, chaperones will be holding a party in the faculty lounge when the festivities here conclude.”

Snape graced her with one quirked eyebrow.

“Indeed?”

“Monsieur Snape, I would be honored if you would agree to escort me?”

She smiled at him coyly, her fingers resting lightly on the sleeve of his black wool coat.

“Agreed.” He smirked at the smaller woman, his obsidian eyes glittering with either malice or glee. One never could tell with Snape. Either way, the witch didn't seem to care but merely smiled up at him with a small nod of acknowledgment before returning her attention to watching for shenanigans.

He pounced on unsuspecting students left and right, blasting rosebushes and sending the little gropers back into the ball; his job made much more pleasant with the thought of his reward at the end.

The Beauxbatons witch was attractive, auburn hair with dark chocolate lowlights, eyes the blue of a summer sky, and a curvaceous figure, and none of the normal haughtiness that came with the other Beauxbatons professors. She was on loan to the all-girls school from a school in the states.

Snape even had to grudgingly admire her firm hand with the students. She pulled no punches, disciplining all equally, even the Durmstrang students after she quickly and efficiently had put an end to a melee between two of the boys who had been vying for the hand of the same girl. She waded into the fist fight without hesitation to snatch both scrappers by the scruff of their rather thick necks and hauling them unceremoniously off to answer to their own Headmaster.

Snape smiled inwardly. This woman had requested his escort. The evening just might not be a total waste. Of course, he would have to socialize a bit. ‘A small price to pay.’ He thought, smirking as he chased yet another set of students out of the bushes, rearranging their clothing as they dashed madly for the safety of the Great Hall.

After what felt like an eternity, the Hall was finally cleared, the tables replaced, and all stood in readiness for breakfast the next morning.

With a quick approving glance around the Hall, Snape departed through the large wooden double doors, pulling them closed behind him. The Beauxbatons witch, Natalie, waited patiently in the lobby for the Potions Master.

Quite uncharacteristically, Snape bestowed an extraordinarily rare smile on the witch, offering his arm gallantly. The pair ascended the moving staircases gracefully, their strides falling into rhythm with each other.

They entered the staff lounge together, arm in arm, to the shocked stares of their counterparts, Alexei Andropov from Durmstrang, Ana-Nicole Dupont from Beauxbatons sitting with an obviously uncomfortable Remus Lupin. Alexei paid court to a giggling Nymphadora Tonks.

Snape was not happy with the outsiders' presence, but schooled his features perfectly to show absolutely no reaction.

Alexei reached across the table, pouring two shots for the newcomers.

“You are behind by one Natalie.” He gloated.

“You didn’t wait for me?” She squeaked indignantly. “Thieving heathen, that is my tequila!”

Natalie slid into a chair which Snape held for her, playing the gentleman as always. He settled nicely next to her before asking.

“Tequila?”

Ana-Nicole laughed her tinkling little laugh.

“Eet ees one of Natalie’s favorites, ees eet not?” She giggled.

“Just watch, oh great greasy bat of the dungeons.” Natalie smiled evilly at the annoyed faced the Potions master pulled at her irreverant comment. Snape’s eyes darkened dangerously. Remus valiantly tried to stifle a snort. Tonks surreptitiously fingered her wand, just in case. Natalie stared straight into Snape’s angry eyes. Her pink tongue flicked out to lick the webbing between her thumb and first finger. She then dipped her damp hand into the bowl of salt. Significantly, the witch's eyes never left Snapes' glowering orbs. Reaching for the shot glass, she toasted him with her left hand while her talented tongue removed all of the salt from her hand. Quickly, she tossed back the shot, chasing it with unnecessarily noisy sucking on a lemon wedge. Snacking her lips loudly, she then closed her eyes and sighed softly.

“One tequila.” She and Alexei giggled.

Snape gamely followed her lead, insuring that he captured her attention as he also licked his hand, applied then removed the salt in a quick, flat tongue swath, downing his shot as well.

“One.” He purred fighting the urge to shudder as the harsh liquid seared down his esophagus to set fire to his stomach.

“Ok then. The rules are simple.” Natalie worked out the mechanics of the game. “Each person takes a turn, starting a sentence with ‘I never …” If you have done what the person hasn’t, you drink.”

Tonks and Remus eyed each other over the table. The parties all shrugged their agreement.

“Good. The only catch is ….” Natalie made sure to look each participant in the eye.

“If you are the only one to drink, you must tell the story.” She looked around the table. “Are we agreed?”

Everyone nodded in agreement, even surprisingly Snape, who secretly believed that the others could not possibly catch him with things he has never done.

“I’ll start.” Alexei volunteered. He refilled the empty shot glasses.

“I never kissed a man …” The women all reache for their glasses, “using tongue.”

The women all drank. “Two.” They counted together.

Tonks took her turn, following Alexei’s lead. “I never kissed a woman using tongue.”

All the men, and Natalie reached for their shot glasses. Every set of eyebrows raised in surprise. She returned their stares coolly before taking her drink. Alexei yelled exuberantly, “The story!” She snorted, “I do not think so. I’m not the only one to drink.”

“Aaarrrgggh.” He groaned disappointedly, throwing back his shot at the same time.

Remus was next. “I never ... Had a tattoo.” He smirked across the table at Snape, a triumphant gleam lighting behind his soft eyes.

Alexei, Snape and Tonks drank. Alexei teased Tonks, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

“Not in public.” Tonks grinned mischievously. Remus looked disappointed, having lost the chance to hear Snape's story.

Ana continued the game. “I never ‘ave traveled een de states.”

Natalie was the only one to drink. “Of course I have traveled the states, I was born there after all.”

Natalie grinned evilly at her Beauxbatons friend, “I never … sunbathe nude.”

Ana was the only one to drink. She explained with a titter, “Eet ees most common in France.”

“I’m changing nationalities.” Alexei leered playfully at the blushing blond woman.

Snape’s turn, he thoughtfully fingered his shot glass, a malicious smirk twitching his lips. “I never howl at the moon.” He stated calmly, coldly eying Remus across the table. upper lip curled in delighted malice.

Lupin, taking his shot quickly, faint smile on his face, simply told his story. “At least once a month, sometimes more.”

Laughter all around the table spared him from adding further details. Snape snarled at Lupin’s ability to dodge the silver bullet. Under the cover of the table, Natalie’s foot brushed against Snape’s calf. Instead of jumping from the contact, she sweetly smiled over at him as he glared across the table at a quietly smug Remus.

Alexei was next, “I never …. Got drunk in a faculty room before!”

No one drank.

“Damn.” swore Alexei, “I was hoping for a good story.”
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