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The Halloween Ball
Chapter 15 ~ The Halloween Ball
"Oh Ginny, I couldn't possibly wear that! It's—it 's scandalous. I'm a Hogwarts professor," Hermione exclaimed.
She and Ginny had come to a private understanding that during classes and school hours they would maintain a proper teacher/student relationship. But in their private time, they could still chat and be friends. It wasn't easy for Ginny at first, but eventually she came around. Now, they were discussing costumes to wear to the Halloween ball. She had come up with a lulu of an idea for Hermione's costume.
"Why not? The way you are as a teacher, it would fit you perfectly. Every single student that saw you would understand why you'd be wearing it."
"Maybe the students would, but I'm sure my fellow staff members would be mortified," Hermione said doubtfully.
"Hermione, just because you're a teacher, you don't have to act like an old one," Ginny pressed her. "You're already as snarky as professor Snape in the classroom. Don't dress like you're over one hundred. Really. Besides, it would be fun. I'd love to see you dressed that way."
"I couldn't possibly . . . "
"You could wear a cloak over it, then. And a mask, and a wig. That way, you could hide who you are. You don't have to tell do you?"
Hermione looked thoughtful and a little excited. Ginny's enthusiasm was contagious. Plus, after a couple of months as the no-nonsense "Professor Granger," she was ready to let her hair down a little. Ginny was right. It could be fun in a non-academic kind of way.
"Well, all staff members have to attend, but—I suppose I could let the headmistress know I'm coming in masquerade. The other teachers wouldn't have to know—"
Ginny's head nodded like a bobblehead doll as she watched Hermione give in to her sense of fun and mischief. This was the Hermione she remembered, hesitant but ultimately daring.
"I'll do it," Hermione announced.
"Thank gods," Ginny replied with a big smile. "I was worried you'd be a dried up old maid at nineteen."
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Sybill Trelawney weaved and flowed her way across the decorated Great Hall, dressed as a Greek Oracle, her gauzy gown flowing around her thin body. Professor Sinstra strutted by stroking her beard.
She was dressed as Gaileo.
Pomona Sprout's face was framed by yellow petals and she wore a green dress with big leaves for sleeves. There were little brown tendrils at the bottom that trailed behind her and passed for roots.
"That's got to be the thickest stem I've ever seen," giggled one Slytherin to another as the Herbology teacher made her way through the students.
Minerva scowled at Snape as he swooped into the Halloween ball, his black eyes darting here and there as costumed students milled about.
"Severus!" the headmistress exclaimed, walking up to him wearing a half cat mask.
Snape spun and looked at her.
"Yes, headmistress?"
Minerva lifted the mask and looked at the wizard as if he had appeared among them buck naked.
"I told you that all staff members were supposed to dress up as something," she scolded him.
Snape was dressed in his usual many-buttoned black robes.
"I am. I am dressed as a Hogwarts DADA teacher," he purred at her. "I admit it's not very original—but quite convincing, wouldn't you agree?"
"Honestly, Severus. You can't seem to find—"
Suddenly, Minerva whipped out her wand and pointed it past Snape and toward the libations table.
"Just a moment young man! Hold it right there! Petrificus Totalus!"
Minerva hurried over to the table and a petrified seventh year Ravenclaw who had a small, uncapped silver flask clasped in his slightly blue hand right over the punch bowl. His blue eyes shifted wildly.
Snape watched as Minerva caught the unfortunate student by his ear, removed the spell, snatched the flask out of his hand and pulled him wincing out of the Great Hall by his earlobe.
The headmistress might have caught this one, but by night's end, the punch would be suitably spiked, probably several times over.
Snape's gain. He returned his attention to the students as they socialized and danced. His eyes fell on someone in a long blonde wig, a black eye mask and a cloak that was securely clasped closed. He might not have looked twice except she was holding a riding crop.
She could have been some masked horse enthusiast, but those red stiletto heels suggested something else entirely. Ginny Weasley was by her side, dressed like a Blue Fairy. He quirked an eyebrow.
She was as short as a student, but she wasn't fooling anyone.
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Hermione enjoyed herself at the ball, but no one could convince her to show what she wore under the cloak. She chickened out about unclasping it and spent the entire ball with it closed. She still had a wonderful time, however.
Now she made her way back to her quarters, and walked down the quiet corridor, her heels clicking on the stone.
Suddenly, a strong wind whooshed past her, lifting her cloak and baring her costume. She wore a tight black corset and form-fitting black leather pants trimmed in red. Little holes showing skin ran down the sides.
"Hey," she cried, pushing the cloak down Marilyn Monroe style. The wind died down and Snape walked up, a disapproving expression on his face.
"I was curious about your costume," he said shortly. "What are you supposed to be?"
He was frowning at her, his black eyes glinting
Red-faced, Hermione scowled right back at him.
"For your information, I'm a Disciplinarian," she hissed at him as she straightened her cloak.
"Really? You look more like a Dominatrix to me," Snape purred back at her. "It is completely scandalous for you to dress in such a manner."
"Who asked you?" Hermione snapped at him. "I'm an adult witch. I can dress anyway I like. I don't need your approval."
Snape studied her.
"No, you don't," he said quietly, then turned and walked back down the corridor, Hermione frowning after him.
Suddenly a powerful wind hit him, lifting his robes and revealing his boots, socks, skinny pale legs and a pair of grayish briefs as the fabric wrapped around his head.
"Oh shit!" Hermione breathed and ran down the hallway to her rooms and let herself in quickly as Snape fought to free himself.
He spun, livid.
"Why you little—" he snarled before he realized Hermione was long gone.
He angrily fixed his robes and stalked away.
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A/N: Lol. I couldn't resist it! Lololol. Thanks for reading. :) Oh, I'm having a limited time offer for access to private ORIGINAL areas on the Pen featuring naughty artwork, naughty animations hot original stories, downloadable books and more. $8 for access to all areas, more than 60% off. If you've been thinking about looking at my other stuff, now's a good time to do it. Just trying to make it to the end of the month. :) Visit http://www.theburningpen.com for more info. Thanks.
"Oh Ginny, I couldn't possibly wear that! It's—it 's scandalous. I'm a Hogwarts professor," Hermione exclaimed.
She and Ginny had come to a private understanding that during classes and school hours they would maintain a proper teacher/student relationship. But in their private time, they could still chat and be friends. It wasn't easy for Ginny at first, but eventually she came around. Now, they were discussing costumes to wear to the Halloween ball. She had come up with a lulu of an idea for Hermione's costume.
"Why not? The way you are as a teacher, it would fit you perfectly. Every single student that saw you would understand why you'd be wearing it."
"Maybe the students would, but I'm sure my fellow staff members would be mortified," Hermione said doubtfully.
"Hermione, just because you're a teacher, you don't have to act like an old one," Ginny pressed her. "You're already as snarky as professor Snape in the classroom. Don't dress like you're over one hundred. Really. Besides, it would be fun. I'd love to see you dressed that way."
"I couldn't possibly . . . "
"You could wear a cloak over it, then. And a mask, and a wig. That way, you could hide who you are. You don't have to tell do you?"
Hermione looked thoughtful and a little excited. Ginny's enthusiasm was contagious. Plus, after a couple of months as the no-nonsense "Professor Granger," she was ready to let her hair down a little. Ginny was right. It could be fun in a non-academic kind of way.
"Well, all staff members have to attend, but—I suppose I could let the headmistress know I'm coming in masquerade. The other teachers wouldn't have to know—"
Ginny's head nodded like a bobblehead doll as she watched Hermione give in to her sense of fun and mischief. This was the Hermione she remembered, hesitant but ultimately daring.
"I'll do it," Hermione announced.
"Thank gods," Ginny replied with a big smile. "I was worried you'd be a dried up old maid at nineteen."
******************************
Sybill Trelawney weaved and flowed her way across the decorated Great Hall, dressed as a Greek Oracle, her gauzy gown flowing around her thin body. Professor Sinstra strutted by stroking her beard.
She was dressed as Gaileo.
Pomona Sprout's face was framed by yellow petals and she wore a green dress with big leaves for sleeves. There were little brown tendrils at the bottom that trailed behind her and passed for roots.
"That's got to be the thickest stem I've ever seen," giggled one Slytherin to another as the Herbology teacher made her way through the students.
Minerva scowled at Snape as he swooped into the Halloween ball, his black eyes darting here and there as costumed students milled about.
"Severus!" the headmistress exclaimed, walking up to him wearing a half cat mask.
Snape spun and looked at her.
"Yes, headmistress?"
Minerva lifted the mask and looked at the wizard as if he had appeared among them buck naked.
"I told you that all staff members were supposed to dress up as something," she scolded him.
Snape was dressed in his usual many-buttoned black robes.
"I am. I am dressed as a Hogwarts DADA teacher," he purred at her. "I admit it's not very original—but quite convincing, wouldn't you agree?"
"Honestly, Severus. You can't seem to find—"
Suddenly, Minerva whipped out her wand and pointed it past Snape and toward the libations table.
"Just a moment young man! Hold it right there! Petrificus Totalus!"
Minerva hurried over to the table and a petrified seventh year Ravenclaw who had a small, uncapped silver flask clasped in his slightly blue hand right over the punch bowl. His blue eyes shifted wildly.
Snape watched as Minerva caught the unfortunate student by his ear, removed the spell, snatched the flask out of his hand and pulled him wincing out of the Great Hall by his earlobe.
The headmistress might have caught this one, but by night's end, the punch would be suitably spiked, probably several times over.
Snape's gain. He returned his attention to the students as they socialized and danced. His eyes fell on someone in a long blonde wig, a black eye mask and a cloak that was securely clasped closed. He might not have looked twice except she was holding a riding crop.
She could have been some masked horse enthusiast, but those red stiletto heels suggested something else entirely. Ginny Weasley was by her side, dressed like a Blue Fairy. He quirked an eyebrow.
She was as short as a student, but she wasn't fooling anyone.
*******************************
Hermione enjoyed herself at the ball, but no one could convince her to show what she wore under the cloak. She chickened out about unclasping it and spent the entire ball with it closed. She still had a wonderful time, however.
Now she made her way back to her quarters, and walked down the quiet corridor, her heels clicking on the stone.
Suddenly, a strong wind whooshed past her, lifting her cloak and baring her costume. She wore a tight black corset and form-fitting black leather pants trimmed in red. Little holes showing skin ran down the sides.
"Hey," she cried, pushing the cloak down Marilyn Monroe style. The wind died down and Snape walked up, a disapproving expression on his face.
"I was curious about your costume," he said shortly. "What are you supposed to be?"
He was frowning at her, his black eyes glinting
Red-faced, Hermione scowled right back at him.
"For your information, I'm a Disciplinarian," she hissed at him as she straightened her cloak.
"Really? You look more like a Dominatrix to me," Snape purred back at her. "It is completely scandalous for you to dress in such a manner."
"Who asked you?" Hermione snapped at him. "I'm an adult witch. I can dress anyway I like. I don't need your approval."
Snape studied her.
"No, you don't," he said quietly, then turned and walked back down the corridor, Hermione frowning after him.
Suddenly a powerful wind hit him, lifting his robes and revealing his boots, socks, skinny pale legs and a pair of grayish briefs as the fabric wrapped around his head.
"Oh shit!" Hermione breathed and ran down the hallway to her rooms and let herself in quickly as Snape fought to free himself.
He spun, livid.
"Why you little—" he snarled before he realized Hermione was long gone.
He angrily fixed his robes and stalked away.
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A/N: Lol. I couldn't resist it! Lololol. Thanks for reading. :) Oh, I'm having a limited time offer for access to private ORIGINAL areas on the Pen featuring naughty artwork, naughty animations hot original stories, downloadable books and more. $8 for access to all areas, more than 60% off. If you've been thinking about looking at my other stuff, now's a good time to do it. Just trying to make it to the end of the month. :) Visit http://www.theburningpen.com for more info. Thanks.