so, i\'m a spy

\"Remove your cloak Professor Listonheir, and take a seat. My office is a very warm welcoming place.\" Minerva moved behind her desk, as Winsome looked around the baron office, she thought to herself about as inviting as a root canal. She took off her cloak and took a seat in front of the desk. Winsome sat as proper as she could, ankles crossed and tucked to the side of the chair. Her hands folded in her lap.
\"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall. I do not in any way intend this to be rude but, i don\'t really care about the houses. I do not know why Dumbledore placed me to do this, so if you could continue taking responsibilities and just, give me as little nonsense as possible that would be lovely.\" Winsome, stood up and walked to the door.
\"Sit down, Miss Listonheir!\" Minerva\'s voice was loud and stern. Winsome turned and sat back down in her seat.
\"Since you refuse to be civil, i shall tell you what you will be doing! You shall patrol the halls Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturdays. Then you are to inspect the Gryfinndor Dormitories. I hear you are a spectacular at baking. So you will be in charge of the Slytherian, Gryfindor muggle bake sale.\"
\"What?\" Winsome stood, her voice raise in an emmense amount of anger.
\"Well, it is time for you to go to your next class, I shall see you at dinner.\" Minerva stood, and walked Winsome to the door, Winsome grabbed her cloak and made it to the door, she stepped out and turned to talk.
\"By the way Miss Listonheir, I do hope you have a wonderful time tonight checking the halls, be careful of our ghosts. They are quite fickle.\" With that Minerva shut the door and left Winsome alone in the hallway.
\"Stupid old bat.\" Winsome grabbed the bottom of her skirt and robes, then trudged to her classroom.


At about midnight Winsome began her treck through the hallways. walking silently through the darkness. Not wanting a light incase there was anything she could infact scare. As she turned a corner, she saw a light flicker around another corner. She picked up speed. As she came to the holder of the lighted wand, she grabbed him by the back and turned him.
\"Well..well..well Professor, out a bit late are we?\"
\"Excuse me Professor Snape. I thought there was some misbehaivor going on down these hallways.\" She stepped closer to him, drawing in his musky smell.
\"Right, I guess you missed what you were looking for?\"
\"Actually not, I believe you are head of Slytherian house?\"
\"Why?\"
\"I have been assigned to advise, a muggle bake sale for parent\'s day. I need you to volunteer a few of your favorite students. Also, I\'m wondering. Even if you were assigned to patrol this night, what are you doing so close to the Gryfinndor tower?\" He voice was slick, it slid off her tongue like ice.
\"That professor is nothing of your concern.\"
\"It wouldn\'t have to do with a young boy, named Harry Potter? now would it?\"
\"See here Miss Listonheir, those sorts of accusations.\"
\"What accusations? If you don\'t mind, i must continue my rounds. And you sir, should stay alittle closer to your neck of the woods. I hear alot of very very naughty things go on there.\" As Winsome spoke she pressed herself against Snape, whispering her last sentence into his ear. She pushed her hands away from his shoulders, as she made her way down the hallway, turning to say.
\"It will be my pleasure to see you at breakfast tomorrow.\" Her words still smooth and briliant.
\"Oh Miss Listonheir, do not teach a subject that you are unaware of. Most of these children do not know which side their family fights for.\"
\"The better to teach it, Severus.\" His name trickled down her lips. He knew what sort of game she was playing, and he wanted no part in her sick games.


After dorm counts, Winsome made her way back to her room. Slowly slipping off her shirt and skirt. She felt her hand brush the front of her underwear, sending a chill down her spine. She let her fingers caress her stomach. She laid down in her bed. Her hand trailed her hips, into her underwear. As she moved her fingers around she pressed them against her wet folds. \"I can\'t believe i\'m playing with myself, over a pompus arse.\" she moaned outloud as she let a finger slip inside herself. She moaned and rolled in her bed. This was the closest pleasure of the flesh she\'s been to. Her virgin lips had yet to be touched, by anythign other then her own fingers. She moaned and writhed in her bed. Her flesh burned with the sensation. She slipped another finger inside, and it sent her over the edge. her exhaustion was too much, as she let herself fall asleep, her hand still circling her fleshie mound.