Dungeon 9
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,349
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Dungeon 9
Dungeon 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing u recgonise
It was 6.30 in the evening on a cool May night. Almost everyone else was at dinner, but Severus Snape had to run down to his office to add powdered lion claw to the Veritaserum potion he was making. Professor Dumbledore had requested it to interrogate some head-strong 4th-years regarding a certain flying teddy-bear that had taken to tailing Professor Trelawney every where, shrieking rude insults at her.
The dungeon corridor was dark and damp, as always. Professor SnapeÂ’s footsteps echoed as he strode along. Just past Dungeon 9 what sounded like whispering stopped Professor Snape in his tracks. He stopped, and crept back to the door. Sure enough, there were students in there, getting up to goodness knows what. Professor Snape was about to open the door and tell them to get to dinner, when he decided to wait and see what they were doing.
“Who d’you think that was?” said the voice of Dean Thomas. “Everyone’s meant to be at dinner.”
“What does it matter?” replied the voice of Ginny Weasley. “They’ve gone now. Anyway, it’s not like we aren’t allowed to do this, is it?”
“Right. Now, where were we?” Dean asked. “Ah, yes. Now, you put your legs there, and arms above your head like that…Okay now, I’m going to come at you and you do what I taught you, okay?”
“Fine, then.” Ginny said. “Get it over with.” Grunts and pained moans preceded a loud yelp, followed by:
“Ouch! Dean!” Ginny cried. “You’re hurting me! Do it slower.”
“Oh, come on, Gin,” Dean replied. “It’s meant to hurt a bit. I told you it would.”
“You didn’t say it would hut THIS much,” said Ginny vehemently. “Geez, the things I do for you.”
By this time Professor Snape was standing in the hallway, a wicked grin playing across his lips. It was pretty clear to him now what they were doing. Stupid Gryffindors. Wait till he told McGonagall, sheÂ’d die of embarrassment. And it was supposed to be the Slytherins who were the naughty ones.
“Hop off me a minute,” Dean said. “Let me check the magazine. I don’t think my technique is quite right. I haven’t done this since the holidays, not since Mark Peters from down the way came over. We had a rollicking good time, spent hours getting thingst rst right…”
Professor Snape sniggered to himself. HeÂ’d always thought there was something odd about that Thomas kid. Now he knew for sure. Professor Snape wondered how theyÂ’d got hold of the magazine. Probably that Gryffindor 7th year Laurence Sweetwater. He seemed quite a dodgy kid.
“Really?” Ginny asked. “You used to do this a lot, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Dean answered. “But since I came here, there hasn’t really been anyone very good. But you’re a special case, I think. Once I’ve got you all clued, up you should be brilliant. You’ve definitely got the stamina. Ah, here’s a manoeuvre I think we could manage, seeing as you’re only a beginner and all.”
“Alright then. Tell me what to do,” Ginny said with a sigh.
“Right, you’re positioned like this, down on your hands and knees, that’s it. Now I come at you from behind and grab you like this…and now you do this movement…yeah, like that. Good, really good.” Dean sounded a little breathless now.
Professor Snape, meanwhile, was listening in disgust at the door. These kids were foul! Someone ought to prohibit the sale of those magazines to people under seventeen. Professor Snape winced as he remembered the walloping his mum had given him all those years ago when sheÂ’d found the stack of PlayWizard magazines under his bed.
“Dean!” Ginny exclaimed. “That was my foot! Can’t you be more gentle?”
“Sorry, sorry.” Dean apologized. “Got a bit carried away. I keep forgetting I’m not with one of the boys.”
“Alright then.” Ginny said grumpily. “What’s that manoeuvre called, anyway? It’s pretty full-on.”
“Hell, I dunno,” Dean replied. “All I know is it’s good and my dad taught it to me last year.”
Professor Snape had heard enough. He knew what heÂ’d heard, and if they denied it heÂ’d have the Veritaserum soon. He pushed the door to Dungeon 9 open and strode in.
“Alright, Thomas, Weasley, the game’s up. 200 points from Gryffin…”Snape stopped short.
There were Dean Thomas and y Wey Weasley, locked in a rather awkward position. Ginny was kneeling on the floor, with Dean holding her arms behind her back. But they were fully clothed!
Eyes skimming over numerous copies of Karate Today littering the floor, a wave of understanding came over Professor Snape. But that wasnÂ’t going to stop him taking as many points from Gryffindor as he couldÂ…
Dean and Ginny had hastily got up from the floor and were standing side by side in front of Professor Snape.
“Yes, Professor?” Ginny said meekly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“What have you two been doing?” Professor Snape demanded, frowning.
“You see, Professor, I used to be a karate champ and Ginny and I thought it would be fun if I taught her a few moves.” Dean replied with a grin.
“YOU thought it would be fun,” Ginny said reproachfully, glaring at Dean.
“Thirty points for being out of bounds,” Professor Snape said coolly. “Now get back to your Common Room or I will make it a disembowelment detention.”
Dean and Ginny didnÂ’t need telling twice. They sprinted out of the dungeon, their footsteps thundering on the stone floor.
Professor Snape picked up one of the magazines they had left behind. He flicked through the pages, thinking how much fun it would be to use some of these moves on PotterÂ… Professor Snape rolled up the magazine and put it in his robes pocket. Just in case.
Disclaimer: I own nothing u recgonise
It was 6.30 in the evening on a cool May night. Almost everyone else was at dinner, but Severus Snape had to run down to his office to add powdered lion claw to the Veritaserum potion he was making. Professor Dumbledore had requested it to interrogate some head-strong 4th-years regarding a certain flying teddy-bear that had taken to tailing Professor Trelawney every where, shrieking rude insults at her.
The dungeon corridor was dark and damp, as always. Professor SnapeÂ’s footsteps echoed as he strode along. Just past Dungeon 9 what sounded like whispering stopped Professor Snape in his tracks. He stopped, and crept back to the door. Sure enough, there were students in there, getting up to goodness knows what. Professor Snape was about to open the door and tell them to get to dinner, when he decided to wait and see what they were doing.
“Who d’you think that was?” said the voice of Dean Thomas. “Everyone’s meant to be at dinner.”
“What does it matter?” replied the voice of Ginny Weasley. “They’ve gone now. Anyway, it’s not like we aren’t allowed to do this, is it?”
“Right. Now, where were we?” Dean asked. “Ah, yes. Now, you put your legs there, and arms above your head like that…Okay now, I’m going to come at you and you do what I taught you, okay?”
“Fine, then.” Ginny said. “Get it over with.” Grunts and pained moans preceded a loud yelp, followed by:
“Ouch! Dean!” Ginny cried. “You’re hurting me! Do it slower.”
“Oh, come on, Gin,” Dean replied. “It’s meant to hurt a bit. I told you it would.”
“You didn’t say it would hut THIS much,” said Ginny vehemently. “Geez, the things I do for you.”
By this time Professor Snape was standing in the hallway, a wicked grin playing across his lips. It was pretty clear to him now what they were doing. Stupid Gryffindors. Wait till he told McGonagall, sheÂ’d die of embarrassment. And it was supposed to be the Slytherins who were the naughty ones.
“Hop off me a minute,” Dean said. “Let me check the magazine. I don’t think my technique is quite right. I haven’t done this since the holidays, not since Mark Peters from down the way came over. We had a rollicking good time, spent hours getting thingst rst right…”
Professor Snape sniggered to himself. HeÂ’d always thought there was something odd about that Thomas kid. Now he knew for sure. Professor Snape wondered how theyÂ’d got hold of the magazine. Probably that Gryffindor 7th year Laurence Sweetwater. He seemed quite a dodgy kid.
“Really?” Ginny asked. “You used to do this a lot, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Dean answered. “But since I came here, there hasn’t really been anyone very good. But you’re a special case, I think. Once I’ve got you all clued, up you should be brilliant. You’ve definitely got the stamina. Ah, here’s a manoeuvre I think we could manage, seeing as you’re only a beginner and all.”
“Alright then. Tell me what to do,” Ginny said with a sigh.
“Right, you’re positioned like this, down on your hands and knees, that’s it. Now I come at you from behind and grab you like this…and now you do this movement…yeah, like that. Good, really good.” Dean sounded a little breathless now.
Professor Snape, meanwhile, was listening in disgust at the door. These kids were foul! Someone ought to prohibit the sale of those magazines to people under seventeen. Professor Snape winced as he remembered the walloping his mum had given him all those years ago when sheÂ’d found the stack of PlayWizard magazines under his bed.
“Dean!” Ginny exclaimed. “That was my foot! Can’t you be more gentle?”
“Sorry, sorry.” Dean apologized. “Got a bit carried away. I keep forgetting I’m not with one of the boys.”
“Alright then.” Ginny said grumpily. “What’s that manoeuvre called, anyway? It’s pretty full-on.”
“Hell, I dunno,” Dean replied. “All I know is it’s good and my dad taught it to me last year.”
Professor Snape had heard enough. He knew what heÂ’d heard, and if they denied it heÂ’d have the Veritaserum soon. He pushed the door to Dungeon 9 open and strode in.
“Alright, Thomas, Weasley, the game’s up. 200 points from Gryffin…”Snape stopped short.
There were Dean Thomas and y Wey Weasley, locked in a rather awkward position. Ginny was kneeling on the floor, with Dean holding her arms behind her back. But they were fully clothed!
Eyes skimming over numerous copies of Karate Today littering the floor, a wave of understanding came over Professor Snape. But that wasnÂ’t going to stop him taking as many points from Gryffindor as he couldÂ…
Dean and Ginny had hastily got up from the floor and were standing side by side in front of Professor Snape.
“Yes, Professor?” Ginny said meekly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“What have you two been doing?” Professor Snape demanded, frowning.
“You see, Professor, I used to be a karate champ and Ginny and I thought it would be fun if I taught her a few moves.” Dean replied with a grin.
“YOU thought it would be fun,” Ginny said reproachfully, glaring at Dean.
“Thirty points for being out of bounds,” Professor Snape said coolly. “Now get back to your Common Room or I will make it a disembowelment detention.”
Dean and Ginny didnÂ’t need telling twice. They sprinted out of the dungeon, their footsteps thundering on the stone floor.
Professor Snape picked up one of the magazines they had left behind. He flicked through the pages, thinking how much fun it would be to use some of these moves on PotterÂ… Professor Snape rolled up the magazine and put it in his robes pocket. Just in case.