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Adult +
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8
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10,859
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45
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I Predict A Riot
Chapter Six
“I Predict a Riot” by Kaiser Chiefs
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
And old Leodiensian
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I tried to get in my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacked me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls run around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn\'t for chip fat, well they\'d be frozen
They\'re not very sensible
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there\'s anybody left in here
That doesn\'t want to be out there
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there\'s anybody left in here
That doesn\'t want to be out there
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
- - -
By the time dinner rolled around, a few of the other Professors had arrived. Hooch had arrived shortly after lunchtime, Sinistra just after her, and Trelawney managed to waltz in just a half an hour before dinner would be served. Fortunately, this left the wizards outnumbered. Hagrid and Filch would not arrive until the next afternoon, but thanks to Hermione’s organized plan, it would be too late by then.
Hermione had quietly informed the recently arrived witches, including Trelawney, of what would go down at dinner, promising that they’d laugh like never before. Satisfied that all was in order, Hermione set off in the direction of the Great Hall.
* * * *
“I just can’t believe she’s so devious!”
“I know, to have thought up an idea like that…”
“As simple as it is, it will be FABULOUS to actually see happen!”
“Yes! It shall be simply hilarious to see the looks on their faces when -- Wait! They’re coming! Act naturally!”
The three twittering witches, namely Hooch, Sinistra, and Trelawney, straightened up a bit and shut their mouths as the doors opened, the three wizards walking in unsteadily.
Severus could practically smell that something was brewing. However, exactly what the crazy old hags had in mind, he had no clue…
Each taking their respected seats around the round table, enlarged to hold the three additional women, and folded their napkins in their laps.
Just moments after the men had sat down, Hermione and Minerva came in, looking like the cats that ate the canary. Three canaries, to be exact.
Severus watched the women with a weary eye, but soon forgot their mischievous looks after dinner arrived. The entire table was quiet, but for the sound of chewing and swallowing. The wizards were constantly looking over at the women, but they remained calm, looking only at their food.
Hermione placed her fork and knife beside her plate and brought her hands underneath the table. The men not paying attention, she murmured silently, “Aestus estus!” Then, “Aperio!”
Smirking to herself, she waiting momentarily for her desired results.
She did not have to wait long. Severus, Filius, and Albus all began squirming uncomfortably in their seats. Suddenly, the three wizards all jumped off of their spell-heated bottoms, to reveal:
“Good Lord, Severus! ‘I LOVE HARRY POTTER’ boxers!?” Dumbledore cried out.
Severus, whose face was rapidly turning a nice shade of crimson, pointed out, “And how might you explain YOURS, Albus? ‘HEADMASTERS DO IT BETTER’? I may have to disagree…”
Unexpectedly, Trelawney yelled, “CHECK OUT FLITWICK’S BOXERS!!!”
Quickly, the group burst into uncontrolled laughter, the men excluded. Filius’ boxers were a pale pink with tiny flowers all over them.
“Filius, is there something you’d like to tell us?” Hooch leered.
Then men, suddenly realizing that they should cover themselves, did so, and seated themselves swiftly in their chairs, which had cooled down to a normal temperature.
Hermione and Minerva cackled together, tears leaking out of their eyes.
Minerva howled, “And the best part was… the only ones we actually changed were SEVERUS’!!!”
Severus, unable to bear the guffaws, quickly rose and began walking double-time to the exit. Upon seeing his backside, the witches started laughing again, seeing the message that was emblazoned on Snape’s robes. It read: “WARNING: VAMPIRE BAT!”
Simple, but effective.
McGonagall and Hermione rose to bow in unison, the witches clapping enthusiastically.
“Professor Granger…” Dumbledore started. “After seeing your little display, I have decided to hereby declare a Battle of the Sexes! Faculty only, of course,” he added, seeing the confused look on Hermione’s face. “Each prank against the opposite sex shall gain points for your gender. At the end of each week, the losing gender shall have to provide the refreshments for our weekly Staff Party.”
The women all grinned widely. Hermione spoke up, “That sounds wonderful, Albus! I propose, however, that we begin next week, officially, once the students are here. Of course, we do not have to count the numerous points that Minerva and myself have earned,” she said this, earning a snicker from the chair beside her, “Seeing as how, anyway, we have you boys grossly outnumbered. Sounds fair?”
“Quite. The game begins Sunday!”
Taking their cues to exit while they could still keep their pride intact, Flitwick and Dumbledore quickly exited the Great hall, clutching their outer robes around themselves.
Hooch reached over to shake Hermione’s hand. “Brilliant, lass! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”
Sinistra leaned back, grinning mischievously. “What do you have planned next?”
Trelawney cut in, “Actually, I have an idea…”
* * * *
After she’d made her excuses to her co-conspirators, Hermione crept down the dark hallways to the dungeons.
Stepping up to Severus’ door, she peeked inside. He was sitting behind his desk in his large, rolling leather armchair, shuffling through papers. Taking a chance, she opened the door and stepped inside.
Looking up at her, Snape’s face was void of all emotion.
“Severus…” Hermione began. “If you were incredibly embarrassed, I’m sorry! I’ll refrain from involving you in any of our future pranks and --”
“Cease your blabbing, Hermione!” he replied sternly. “I do believe I deserved it, though…”
Looking up, Hermione’s eyes widened when she realized his sincerity.
“In fact,” he continued, a smile returning to his face, “I’d like to remedy any… problem… you have with me.” Stepping up and out from behind his desk, Snape strode over to where Hermione was standing in front of his doorway. Leaning across her body, he gave the door a bit of a shove with his fingertips, closing it.
Looking up into Severus’ eyes, Hermione realized for the first time that they weren’t completely black. In fact, they were speckled with flecks of brown and green, however they were still predominantly black. Letting her eyes travel down his face, she examined the ridge of his nose, the curves of his lips… Oh, those lips!
Seeing Hermione subconsciously lick her lips as her breathing increased, Severus felt his own pulse begin to pound at his temples. Taking her silence as submission, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against himself. Lightly caressing the nape of her neck with his free hand, Severus guided Hermione’s face up towards his, lightly caressing her lips with his own.
Immediately, Hermione thrust her arms up and around Severus’ neck, pulling him closer to her. Her greedy lips took what they could, delighting in his soft, slick velvet tongue, which was familiarizing itself with her mouth.
Finally, she pulled away, taking a gulp of air. Panting lightly, she pulled back and smiled at Severus. His eyes stared back at her, dazed, his eyelids drooping.
Giving him another, short peck on his lips, she moved to open the door to leave.
“Hermione…”
She turned back to see the Severus’ mouth quirk a bit at the sides.
“Be careful. I’ve been informed that the Vampire Bats are especially cunning this time of year… We wouldn’t want for you to be caught in a… compromising composition, now, would we?” He smirked.
Hermione’s eyes widened, then crinkled at the sides in a bemused expression.
“It’s a good thing that Vampire Bats have no chance against Lions, now, isn’t it?” Laughing, she closed the door behind her, hearing Severus’ chuckle through the door. Leaning against the wall beside his door, she touched her lip and smiled.
‘He’s a very good kisser…’
Author’s Note: He he he… I hope that lived up to your expectations? If not, I DON’T CARE! Bwahahaha… But really. I’m exhausted from all this creativity flowing out of my brain. I’m suffering from an acute lack of Imagination, actually. Therefore, I shall take a few days off before I update again.
Up until now, I’ve actually been posting an update each day! Impressive, no?
Er, well then… I suppose not.
Oh yeah. And the Latin (Again from a free online translator.. The \"incantations\" are really just there fore looks...):
Aestus estus: Heat
Aperio: Reveal
Lame, yes. Necessary, of course!
Hasta luego,
-SS-
P.S. The Battle has only just begun, and the students have yet to return! I still have a few great ideas flitting about my head…
“I Predict a Riot” by Kaiser Chiefs
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
And old Leodiensian
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I tried to get in my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacked me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls run around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn\'t for chip fat, well they\'d be frozen
They\'re not very sensible
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there\'s anybody left in here
That doesn\'t want to be out there
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
And if there\'s anybody left in here
That doesn\'t want to be out there
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot
- - -
By the time dinner rolled around, a few of the other Professors had arrived. Hooch had arrived shortly after lunchtime, Sinistra just after her, and Trelawney managed to waltz in just a half an hour before dinner would be served. Fortunately, this left the wizards outnumbered. Hagrid and Filch would not arrive until the next afternoon, but thanks to Hermione’s organized plan, it would be too late by then.
Hermione had quietly informed the recently arrived witches, including Trelawney, of what would go down at dinner, promising that they’d laugh like never before. Satisfied that all was in order, Hermione set off in the direction of the Great Hall.
* * * *
“I just can’t believe she’s so devious!”
“I know, to have thought up an idea like that…”
“As simple as it is, it will be FABULOUS to actually see happen!”
“Yes! It shall be simply hilarious to see the looks on their faces when -- Wait! They’re coming! Act naturally!”
The three twittering witches, namely Hooch, Sinistra, and Trelawney, straightened up a bit and shut their mouths as the doors opened, the three wizards walking in unsteadily.
Severus could practically smell that something was brewing. However, exactly what the crazy old hags had in mind, he had no clue…
Each taking their respected seats around the round table, enlarged to hold the three additional women, and folded their napkins in their laps.
Just moments after the men had sat down, Hermione and Minerva came in, looking like the cats that ate the canary. Three canaries, to be exact.
Severus watched the women with a weary eye, but soon forgot their mischievous looks after dinner arrived. The entire table was quiet, but for the sound of chewing and swallowing. The wizards were constantly looking over at the women, but they remained calm, looking only at their food.
Hermione placed her fork and knife beside her plate and brought her hands underneath the table. The men not paying attention, she murmured silently, “Aestus estus!” Then, “Aperio!”
Smirking to herself, she waiting momentarily for her desired results.
She did not have to wait long. Severus, Filius, and Albus all began squirming uncomfortably in their seats. Suddenly, the three wizards all jumped off of their spell-heated bottoms, to reveal:
“Good Lord, Severus! ‘I LOVE HARRY POTTER’ boxers!?” Dumbledore cried out.
Severus, whose face was rapidly turning a nice shade of crimson, pointed out, “And how might you explain YOURS, Albus? ‘HEADMASTERS DO IT BETTER’? I may have to disagree…”
Unexpectedly, Trelawney yelled, “CHECK OUT FLITWICK’S BOXERS!!!”
Quickly, the group burst into uncontrolled laughter, the men excluded. Filius’ boxers were a pale pink with tiny flowers all over them.
“Filius, is there something you’d like to tell us?” Hooch leered.
Then men, suddenly realizing that they should cover themselves, did so, and seated themselves swiftly in their chairs, which had cooled down to a normal temperature.
Hermione and Minerva cackled together, tears leaking out of their eyes.
Minerva howled, “And the best part was… the only ones we actually changed were SEVERUS’!!!”
Severus, unable to bear the guffaws, quickly rose and began walking double-time to the exit. Upon seeing his backside, the witches started laughing again, seeing the message that was emblazoned on Snape’s robes. It read: “WARNING: VAMPIRE BAT!”
Simple, but effective.
McGonagall and Hermione rose to bow in unison, the witches clapping enthusiastically.
“Professor Granger…” Dumbledore started. “After seeing your little display, I have decided to hereby declare a Battle of the Sexes! Faculty only, of course,” he added, seeing the confused look on Hermione’s face. “Each prank against the opposite sex shall gain points for your gender. At the end of each week, the losing gender shall have to provide the refreshments for our weekly Staff Party.”
The women all grinned widely. Hermione spoke up, “That sounds wonderful, Albus! I propose, however, that we begin next week, officially, once the students are here. Of course, we do not have to count the numerous points that Minerva and myself have earned,” she said this, earning a snicker from the chair beside her, “Seeing as how, anyway, we have you boys grossly outnumbered. Sounds fair?”
“Quite. The game begins Sunday!”
Taking their cues to exit while they could still keep their pride intact, Flitwick and Dumbledore quickly exited the Great hall, clutching their outer robes around themselves.
Hooch reached over to shake Hermione’s hand. “Brilliant, lass! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”
Sinistra leaned back, grinning mischievously. “What do you have planned next?”
Trelawney cut in, “Actually, I have an idea…”
* * * *
After she’d made her excuses to her co-conspirators, Hermione crept down the dark hallways to the dungeons.
Stepping up to Severus’ door, she peeked inside. He was sitting behind his desk in his large, rolling leather armchair, shuffling through papers. Taking a chance, she opened the door and stepped inside.
Looking up at her, Snape’s face was void of all emotion.
“Severus…” Hermione began. “If you were incredibly embarrassed, I’m sorry! I’ll refrain from involving you in any of our future pranks and --”
“Cease your blabbing, Hermione!” he replied sternly. “I do believe I deserved it, though…”
Looking up, Hermione’s eyes widened when she realized his sincerity.
“In fact,” he continued, a smile returning to his face, “I’d like to remedy any… problem… you have with me.” Stepping up and out from behind his desk, Snape strode over to where Hermione was standing in front of his doorway. Leaning across her body, he gave the door a bit of a shove with his fingertips, closing it.
Looking up into Severus’ eyes, Hermione realized for the first time that they weren’t completely black. In fact, they were speckled with flecks of brown and green, however they were still predominantly black. Letting her eyes travel down his face, she examined the ridge of his nose, the curves of his lips… Oh, those lips!
Seeing Hermione subconsciously lick her lips as her breathing increased, Severus felt his own pulse begin to pound at his temples. Taking her silence as submission, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against himself. Lightly caressing the nape of her neck with his free hand, Severus guided Hermione’s face up towards his, lightly caressing her lips with his own.
Immediately, Hermione thrust her arms up and around Severus’ neck, pulling him closer to her. Her greedy lips took what they could, delighting in his soft, slick velvet tongue, which was familiarizing itself with her mouth.
Finally, she pulled away, taking a gulp of air. Panting lightly, she pulled back and smiled at Severus. His eyes stared back at her, dazed, his eyelids drooping.
Giving him another, short peck on his lips, she moved to open the door to leave.
“Hermione…”
She turned back to see the Severus’ mouth quirk a bit at the sides.
“Be careful. I’ve been informed that the Vampire Bats are especially cunning this time of year… We wouldn’t want for you to be caught in a… compromising composition, now, would we?” He smirked.
Hermione’s eyes widened, then crinkled at the sides in a bemused expression.
“It’s a good thing that Vampire Bats have no chance against Lions, now, isn’t it?” Laughing, she closed the door behind her, hearing Severus’ chuckle through the door. Leaning against the wall beside his door, she touched her lip and smiled.
‘He’s a very good kisser…’
Author’s Note: He he he… I hope that lived up to your expectations? If not, I DON’T CARE! Bwahahaha… But really. I’m exhausted from all this creativity flowing out of my brain. I’m suffering from an acute lack of Imagination, actually. Therefore, I shall take a few days off before I update again.
Up until now, I’ve actually been posting an update each day! Impressive, no?
Er, well then… I suppose not.
Oh yeah. And the Latin (Again from a free online translator.. The \"incantations\" are really just there fore looks...):
Aestus estus: Heat
Aperio: Reveal
Lame, yes. Necessary, of course!
Hasta luego,
-SS-
P.S. The Battle has only just begun, and the students have yet to return! I still have a few great ideas flitting about my head…