Pillow Fight

Fluffy, feathery, fuzzy, pink, and pillow-fight, were all words that had one thing in common, they were all words that no witch or wizard would ever associate with Severus Snape. But there he was standing in the midst of five women clad very much in fuzziness and pink, bludgeoning one another with very fluffy and feathery pillows. He hardly recognized the oldest witch, her long raven hair sashaying down her back as she swung about and bobbed the youngest girl across her freckled backside.

The night had been long and the day preceding it even longer, and all he had wanted was to climb the five flights of stairs up to the top level of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and slip into a dreamless sleep. He had hardly expected to hear shouting and giggling coming from the room at the end of the hall, which normally remained unoccupied. It was a spare bedroom, just as his was, with a bathroom resting across the hall from the two rooms. The commotion was loud enough to wake a slumbering Mrs. Black four floors below.

A shrill squeal made him shudder as the silver haired witch narrowly dodged a feathery pink pillow at the hands of Nymphadora Tonks, whose bubble-gum pink hair was hardly noticed among the various other shades of the color. The others seemed to laugh as Fleur Delacour toppled backward off the oversized bed which had clearly been transfigured to be three times its normal size, filling half the room. “Zat ees going to cost you!” the French witch giggled and tossed a pillow at Tonks who simply ducked and fell back into a pile of pillows.

“Quick!” shouted Ginny Weasley as she dove over the bed headed in Tonks’ general direction. “Tickle her while she’s down!” The other witches seemed to scramble as fast as they could among the pillows over to where Tonks was sprawled on her back, trying to hold a rather large puffy pink pillow over her body in defense.

“No! Stop!” She laughed, her body squirming about as Hermione Granger tickled her feet with a feather from one of the pillows. The witch began to thrash about madly, cackling and laughing so hard it was bringing tears to her eyes. “I give! I give!” she sobbed through her laughter, but the other witches did not relent.

“Grab her top!” laughed Ginny who started trying to pull off Tonks’ top.

“No! No! No!” Tonks laughed squirming toward Hermione who only wrapped her arms around the woman in an attempt to yank her top off her chest. “Hermione!” she laughed and turned to tickle the girl, her fingers digging into her side as the younger girl thrashed about in a fit of giggles.

From his vantage point in the doorway he could clearly see more than he’d ever intended to of Fleur Delacour, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks, and Ginny Weasley. Slips of skin exposed in the gap where the rims of pajama bottoms did not quite meet the bottoms of pajama tops. Sheer material outlined each and every curve of the five women gaily romping about. And had it not been for the pair of discarded glasses thrown haplessly on the ground at his feet, he never would have recognized the fifth witch to be Minerva McGonagall. The room smelled of sweet strawberries and rum, leading him to the conclusion that a fair amount of daiquiris had been imbibed before the pink pillow party had started.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, making his presence known, though it didn’t seem to matter much as Minerva dodged a blow to the head and whacked Hermione in the side with a pillow of her own. Both women seemed to lose their footing and fall forward into each other, arms draping over each other’s shoulders. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat again only to be ignored again as Ginny jumped from the mattress and landed on a pile of pillows under which laid Tonks who was giggling madly trying to tickle the redhead.

“Ladies!” he barked and suddenly the room fell silent, all five sets of eyes turning toward the door. Standing at his full height, Severus crossed his arms over his chest, eyes glaring at Minerva in particular as he glanced across the room at the witches. His black eyes seemed to twinkle with something stronger than annoyance as he shifted his weight forward, his black figure appearing to loom even taller, casting a dark shadow into the otherwise cheery pink room.

“Leave it to Snape to go and bugger all our fun,” muttered Ginny, who slid down off the pile of pillows and frowned, kicking a pile of feathers in defeat.

“Miss Weasley,” he said his voice surprisingly calm for the level of patience he was currently lacking. Not to mention the headache that had started at midday and was still throbbing through his head at present. “I care not what the five of you do in your free time however; I do not wish to hear it from just next door! If you ladies intend to party like wild half naked hooligans that is your own business, but be aware that I will not tolerate it at this hour of the night!”

“Oh, stuff it, Severus,” Minerva said as she stood from the bed and walked over to where he stood, bending down to pick up her glasses. “All this Miss Weasley stuff, honestly. We’re out of the bloody castle, we’re all members of The Order here…” she muttered putting her glasses on and staring him down.

Severus was ready to snap but held his tongue for just a moment. “Minerva, I would have expected better from you. You are supposed to be a mentor to these misguided youths, setting an example for them to follow-

“Yes, well sometimes the best example to set is to show them that life can be fun too. It’s not all about stuffy books and potions or scary wars and N.E.W.T.S.” she spat rather defiantly. As she swaggered a bit forward he could smell the sweet strawberries and rum on her breath. “Now, if you’ll kindly shoo, go on!” she said, swatting her hands at him. “Back to which ever bat cave you came from.”

Ginny and Hermione sat there, jaw dropped, staring at their Head of House, eyes disbelieving and ears perked up. It was one thing to have the woman drop out of her usual stern ways and let her hair down to join the pillow fight, but to mouth off at Severus Snape, well that was just far too much to be believed.

“Minerva, I kindly suggest you watch your mouth,” Severus hissed in a tone that warned of danger.

“What for? Does it do tricks?” she asked and turned around, running a hand through her hair. “Honestly,” she huffed and sat back down on the bed, brushing a handful of feathers to the floor. “Men.”

“Severus,” Fleur said looking up at him. “You ‘aven’t been ‘ere all zis veek!” she pouted. “Zis room ‘as been open forever! If ve ‘ad known zat you lived next door, ve vould ‘ave picked anozer location for our little rendezvous.”

“We weren’t even being that loud,” said Hermione, coming to both her Head of House and her future semi-sister-in-law’s defense.

“Is that so, Miss Granger?” The girl nodded. “If that were the case, which it clearly was not, then how come I could hear you from halfway downstairs on the fourth floor, Miss Granger?”

“Her name is Hermione!” spat Minerva. “Her-my-nee” she said rolling her eyes as Severus glared at her. “Grow up, for Merlin’s sake, we’re all adults here!”

“I sorely beg to differ, Minerva,” he spat. “If this is your idea of how adults are, you certainly have another thing coming…” he paused thinking better than to speak another string of insults aloud. He was merely irritated having heard them from halfway down the hall as he’d climbed the stairs, but now he was growing livid, not sure of how much longer he could stave off his temper.

“Oh piss off, you big black bat!” Minerva chuckled. The other girls cupped their hands over their mouths trying to suppress the fit of giggles that had arisen in them.

Severus growled and then drew his cloak around him. “You will keep quiet as I am now residing next door!” he hissed and then turned in a flurry of black billowing material and disappeared but not before uttering an audible, “Women!”

Silence permeated the room for a moment, each of the witches looking at the others in turn. All of them burst into a raucous fit of giggles. Ginny was first to her feet, closing the door and laughing as she picked up a pillow and tucked it under her shirt just above her stomach. Crossing her hands over her chest she pressed her best scowl into her lips and lowered her voice to a deep low falsetto. “Is that so, Miss Granger?” she mocked.

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, heavens! I’m so sorry, Professor Snape! I mean, Severus!” she laughed, falling back into Tonks’ arms, “We’re all adults here!” The women laughed as Ginny strutted around the room, scowling and growling at Fleur and Minerva. “Oh, Severus!” Hermione laughed. “Attack him!” she giggled and leapt to her feet, tackling Ginny back onto the bed and grabbing the pillow out from beneath her shirt.

“Oh, Merlin!” Ginny squealed. “That man has issues!” she chuckled, her face flushing as red as her hair as Tonks started to tickle the girl’s side. “Stop! Stop!” she laughed as Hermione pulled the girls tank top off her chest.

“I’ve got Ginny’s top! I’ve got Ginny’s top!” she screamed with a smile and dove over the bed, landing across Minerva’s lap. “Minerva, I’ve got Ginny’s top!”

“Give it back!” Ginny shrieked and picked up a pillow trying to throw it at Hermione. Her pert little nipples stood erect against the cool air of the room, her tiny breasts bouncing up and down as she ran around the room trying to steal her top back from her best friend. “Gimme!” she laughed grabbing Hermione’s ankle, pulling the girl to the floor. Hermione fell with a cushioned thud against the pillows, her best friend’s freckled flesh hovering over her as she tried to grab her top.

“Wotcher! Hermione’s down!” shouted Tonks. “Get her top!” she laughed and slipped over a pile of pillows, crashing into the wall with a thump. “Yowsa!” she cried and then laughed some more.

Hermione was struggling on her back trying to keep Ginny’s top out of reach of the younger girl while at the same time squirming about so that they wouldn’t rip her top from her body. Forcing her head up to the girl’s chest, she sucked Ginny’s left nipple into her mouth and bit down for a second. The younger girl yelped in surprise and tumbled back off of Hermione.

“Get her! She bit my tit!” Ginny giggled. Fleur was laughing so hard that she toppled back onto the bed as Hermione scrambled to her feet and jumped up beside Fleur. “Fleur!” Ginny squealed. “Get her!” The silver haired witch grabbed at Hermione’s waist and pinned her down to the bed as Ginny clambered over Tonks and stumbled onto a pile of pillows. “Hold her tight! I’m gonna bite back!”

“No!” shrieked Hermione, her face flushed as she laughed trying to squirm her way out of Fleur’s arms.

“Hold her top up!” Ginny commanded and moved over to the bed. Tonks and Minerva were on their feet, following the redhead to the bed. Bending down over Hermione’s exposed chest, she sucked the older girl’s right nipple into her mouth and bit down, smirking as Hermione gave out a squeak of pleasure. “Now we’re even!” she laughed and popped a pillow over the girl’s head before scrambling up onto the bed and tossing her shirt back on.

Hermione slid easily out of Fleur’s arms and onto the floor, just between the legs of Tonks and Minerva. “Get Tonks!” she cried and all too quickly four sets of arms had the girl pinned down to the floor. “Let’s have a look at her nipples!” Hermione laughed as Tonks thrashed about while Ginny tickled her feet with a feather.

“No! No!” Tonks shrieked, her face flushed red with laughter. “No! Hermione! I give! I give!” The younger witch had pulled her top up and gasped. “What?” Tonks asked, looking at Hermione’s shocked expression.

“When in bloody hell did you get those done?” she gaped, running her hands slowly over the girls silver nipple rings. They weren’t gaudy, but rather shiny, and thin, each ring stabbed right through the center of her nipples, giving the pink buds the appearance of being swollen and stiff.

Tonks shuddered. “A bit ago…” she shrugged and laid her head back in Minerva’s lap. The older woman smiled kindly down on her, running her fingers through the soft fuzz of the metamorphmagus’ spiky locks, nails lightly scraping her scalp. It was a comforting feeling to the girl as she closed her eyes, just relaxing for a moment, her body on hypersensitive overdrive.

The five witches had grown quite close with one another over the previous summer, with the rising and falling doom of the Dark Lord, one minute he was tearing their world a part, the next he was almost vanquished. Hermione and Ginny had always been close and Tonks was fast to find friends in them, though the three of them had been reluctant, at first, about letting Fleur into their little circle of femininity. Minerva had been the shocker, but after almost losing the love of her life, twice, she didn’t find it hard to sip daiquiris with the girls and romp around from time to time.

“Did zey ‘urt?” asked Fleur. “I’ve been contemplating getting zem dun before zee wedding,” she chuckled. She knew that Molly would never approve, and although Bill was a wild man, she wasn’t sure it was something to surprise him with. She’d have to talk to him first.

“Not really, but I’m alright with pain and all…” she laughed, batting her eyes, and trying to distract the girls from noticing the blush in her face. Tonks had grown quite fond of the way Remus’ claws raked over her skin when they were in the throws of passion. “They’re not for everyone, I don’t think,” she added thoughtfully.

Fleur ran her hand over the cold steel and Tonks shivered again. “Zey really do stimulate you, don’t zey?”

“Yeah, well…” Tonks blushed full out this time, and then laughed, just closing her eyes. Hermione sighed as did the other girls. Taking this as her moment of opportunity, Tonks sprang up and grabbed Minerva’s night shirt. “Get her!” she squealed.

Caught very off guard by the sudden attack, Minerva fell back into another pile of pillows, shrieking and laughing as eight feminine hands clawed at her shirt, managing to pull it off and toss it across the room. “Give it back!” she fussed, her long raven hair whipping Ginny in the face as the younger girl tried to bite at her professor’s nipple only to get a mouth full of locks instead.

“God! Your hair is so bloody long!” Ginny laughed and wrapped her arms around the woman’s stomach from behind. “Tickle her!”

“No! No! For goodness sake’s no!” she laughed as Hermione, Fleur and Tonks began to torture her with their nails, up and down the woman’s stomach, under her arms and on the sides of her ribs. “I give! I give!”

“Did I not make it perfectly clear that I was residing next door for the evening?” Barked a very angry looking Severus from the doorway. His eyes went wide as he stood there, silenced, gazing at the five witches who at current were all standing around a topless Minerva. “Oh good gods,” he muttered and put his hand over his eyes, thumb and middle finger stretching across them as his pinky and ring finger hooked around his nose, his index finger extending up on his forehead.

Tonks’ face couldn’t have been any redder as she had been standing closest to him, her pierced nipples proudly jutting out on display. Her shirt was discarded on the other side of the room, her creamy breasts bared and exposed for all to see.

“Oh it’s you again,” Minerva huffed pulling herself out of Ginny’s arms and pushing the other girls away from her as she straightened herself up. “I distinctly remembering telling you to sod off,” she said.
“And I distinctly remember telling all of you to keep it down!” he hissed, not moving his hands from his eyes.

“What’s the matter, Severus, never seen a set before?” Minerva laughed. “Stop covering your bloody eyes and address me proper!”

Severus clenched his fist at his side, knuckles turning white. “Now see here, woman-”

“Zat’s ‘ardly ‘is problem,” Fleur laughed. “Tonks ees za one zat is making ‘im look avay! ‘e ‘as never zeen nipple rings!” she chuckled, and to this Tonks and the other girls gave out a laugh.

“Miss Delacour-”

“My name ees Fleur.” She said, narrowing her eyes at him as if he was an intruder, or perhaps a nasty insect that was to be squashed at her soonest convenience.

“Don’t bother,” muttered Minerva. “First names are lost on him!”

“So it vould seem,” Fleur laughed. “As are a nice pair of breasts.”

“Young lady!” Severus snarled from the doorway, having heard quite enough from all things lacking a y chromosome. He moved his hand from his eyes. “Breasts are nothing more than sacks of fatty tissue which both genders of the species possess, females being different only in that their breasts contain milk ducts and glands from which infants feed and are thus swollen accordingly!” he spat.

“You have breasts?” Hermione couldn’t help herself as she moved toward the door. It wasn’t much like her to start a confrontation unless of course it was with a Slytherin, and she knew she would be on the winning side of said incident. This particular situation seemed to have both odds in her favor. “Show them.”

“I beg your pardon, Miss Granger?” his eyes were burning black now, as he stared the girl down, knowing fully well what she had said but still disbelieving that she had said it. Where had this cheeky little minx come from? Minerva’s new found insanity seemed to be rubbing off. The once know-it-all beaver-toothed, bushy-haired girl was long gone and in her wake stood a young woman, openly mocking him, defiant with every slip of her hip as she came to stand just in front of him.

“Hermione,” she corrected him. “And you heard me, show them.”

“Show what?” he stood fully at height, towering a good two heads over the girl who was dressed in a pair of flowing pajama pants and a tiny pink tank top. Surely his stature alone would be enough to frighten her into backing down. But she didn’t budge, his looming figure no longer seemed to affect her, then again he seemed to no longer see the little girl inside of her that would have been affected by it.

“Your breasts,” she said firmly, standing her ground. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore, what was the worst he could do besides yell at her. Term hadn’t quite started but it didn’t matter, he couldn’t take house points away from teaching assistants, even if they were just one year fresh out of Hogwarts. He could threaten to tell Molly, but she knew she had four willing witches who would back her up; it would be their word versus his.

“Miss Granger, it would be wise for you to-”

“Hermione.” She said taking another step toward him, sauntering lazily until the gap between them disappeared.

“Fine. Hermione,” he seethed, she’d gotten quite close, and where had this unnerving courage come from? “It would be wise for you to watch your mouth with me, young lady. Being a member of this Order may allow you to address me on a first name basis; it does not, however, allow you to disrespect me.”

Ginny and Tonks glared at Hermione from behind, just waiting for something to happen. It was Ginny who spoke first. “I think Hermione’s right; I think he should show them.” The redhead moved forward too, coming to circle around her best friend, standing just to the side of Severus in the doorframe.

His eyes darted from one girl to the next ignoring the fact that Ginny was more scantily clad than her counterpart. “I’ve half a mind to go downstairs and wake up Molly…” his voice trailed off, but this didn’t seem to deter either girl from slowly inching forward. “This is ridiculous, all of you! Acting like a bunch of depraved animals, loud enough to wake Mrs. Black!”

“Yeah, well she hasn’t woken up yet, the old codger,” Tonks said. She nodded to Fleur and Minerva who started to approach the other girls. Severus stared at them, eyeing each one carefully, not allowing his eyes to linger on anyone’s exposed breasts for more than a moment. “Like something you see?” Tonks put both hands on her hips.

Severus stared indignantly at the witch, how dare she? “You’ve nerve, Nymphadora,” he spat. He had no desire to stare at her tantalizing pierced nipples, however delightful they were.

“Don’t call me that!” she narrowed her violet eyes at him, scrunching up her nose. The witch seemed to shoot up a good four inches until she was level with the Potions Master. “I hate it when people call me that!”

“First name basis,” he said smugly. Severus was about to open his mouth to say something else when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Miss Granger, have you lost your mind?” he growled brushing her hand off of him. He failed, however, to notice the mischievous glance that she exchanged with her cohorts.

“Get him!” she squeaked and at once all five girls grabbed Severus and pulled him through the door, Ginny managing to kick it shut with her foot. “On the bed! On the bed!” Hermione laughed as they pushed the struggling man back to the bed. “Hold him down! I want to see his breasts!”

Tonks was the first to straddle him, forcing her weight down on him as he struggled beneath her. “Get the bloody hell off me!” he growled trying to push off on her stomach, afraid to move his hands anywhere near her breasts. “Have you gone daft, woman?” Ginny and Minerva were doubled in laughter, falling against one another as they stumbled onto the bed, each grabbing an arm to pin to the bed. “Get off!” he shouted, thrashing his head about.

“Don’t be too loud, Severus!” Minerva mocked. “You’ll wake Mrs. Black!” If looks could kill the poor woman would have fallen over dead as his eyes shot daggers up at her. “I’m with Hermione, I want to see his breasts!” she laughed, her own breasts bouncing up and down a bit as a chuckle tore heartily through her chest.

“Undo ‘is shirt!” Fleur giggled, kneeling over his head and starting to tug at the numerous buttons that held the black garment together. “Zees should be fun!”

Severus continued to struggle beneath the girls but to no avail, five of them were stronger than one of him. “Get off of me!” he growled again, bucking his hips up trying to throttle Tonks from off his legs. But the more he struggled, the more they laughed and the harder they forced him down to the bed. Whatever they had drank it had caused them all to lose their heads.

“I’ll get his shoes!” Ginny squealed and leapt from the bed to where his legs hung off the end.

“Miss Weasley do not touch them!” he hissed, trying to force his head up off the bed only to have Fleur push it back down into the pillows. “Argh!” he growled, as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “Stop touching me!” Severus jerked his leg about as Ginny pushed up his right trousers leg, trying to find the top of the boot.

“Got it!” she laughed and undid the fancy lacings until she was able to pry the leather free, exposing his hairy leg and sock covered foot. “His feet smell like sage!” she laughed. It seemed awkwardly funny that his feet would smell like something pleasant, but it made no difference to her. “This is too good!” she squealed, and smiled as her best friend nodded down at her from the top of the bed.

Hermione and Fleur made quick work of the buttons on his shirt with a bit of help from Tonks. “Minerva!” Hermione laughed. “Pull his shirt off,” the girl could hardly keep herself from crying she was laughing so hard. Severus Snape, bastard extraordinaire, was at their mercy and she was loving every moment of it. With every growl from the snarky man, she laughed harder, her ribs nearly sore from so much laughter.

“Woman so help me Albus will hear about this!” he growled, his head thrashing violently from side to side as she pulled the sleeves down his arms. His entire body stiffened and he jerked fiercely, his face frozen in horror.

Minerva hadn’t even managed to get one sleeve off when he’d nearly toppled her off the bed with his sudden spasm. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked and then gazed down the end of the bed at a very eagerly grinning Ginny. “Gin?” she asked, the other witches’ eyes following hers to the redhead.

“I think he’s ticklish on the bottom of his feet!” she laughed, holding a black sock in one hand and a bright pink feather in the other. The girls roared with laughter as Ginny began to swipe the feather over the bottom of his foot again.

Severus jerked about, biting his lip, trying to pull his tender sole out of reach of the feather. “Bloody Christ! Stop!” he shouted, trying to control his body as it convulsed about, shaking as the redhead tickled his foot. “Stop!” he shouted again, his lips on the verge of a smile as he tried to hold it back.

“Blimey!” Tonks giggled. “Snape’s ticklish!” she snorted and pulled at the edges of his shirt. It was a wildly ridiculous idea that a man so guarded, so sour, a man like Severus Snape, could actually be something human, like ticklish. “Where else you think he’s ticklish?” An evil grin spread across her face and she waggled her eyebrows at Hermione. “Pull his shirt off!”

Hermione and Minerva didn’t need to be told twice, though the task was made significantly more difficult as Severus was now severely thrashing about, Ginny unrelenting on her tickle torture. Finally having stripped him of the garment and exposing his chest, the women began to attack his stomach, under arms, and ribs, watching in utter amusement as he rolled about, swinging limbs at them in attempts to fight off their attack.

“Stop!” he cried, his voice giving over to a deep, rich laughter that filled the room. “Bloody stop!” his laughter echoed across the walls as he tossed and turned, trying to escape them. The sound was like music, unheard before to all the girls in the room, his face contorting into the most interesting of positions as his body lost all control and tears sprang up in his eyes.

“Get his other shoe off, Gin!” Hermione squealed, running her fingers under his arms, trying to wiggle them as best she could as he clamped down with his muscles, trapping her digits in his armpits. The soft black hair there tickled her knuckles and she couldn’t keep her giggling under control. “Ginny!” she laughed, tossing her head back, her long chocolate curls falling across Severus’ face.

“I’m trying!” she giggled from the bottom of the bed. “You guys are having all the fun!”

“You started it!” Minerva chuckled, her manicured nails raking across his ribs as his stomach puffed up and down in fits of deep laughter, his skin quivering.

Ginny managed to pull the other boot and sock off of his foot and started to tickle his sole with the feather. His foot jerked about and nearly knocked her in the nose. “Hey!” she cried, but her voice was lost to the rising din of laughter. Gripping both hands around his hairy ankle she pulled his foot straight and brought her lips to the center of the bottom of his foot. Her little pink tongue darted out and started to stroke the soft skin there.

“No!” he growled with laughter, eyes brimming and watering with tears. “Stop it! Stop it! Detention for all of you!” he thrashed wildly, his body jerking in all directions, his hair flopping about as he tried to force himself up from them. It was a wonder he could even get words out he was laughing so hard, let alone find ones that made any semblance of sense.

“Even me?” Minerva snorted, as she continued to tickle his ribs, her eyes going wide as she spied Ginny licking his foot. “Ginny!” she laughed. “What the hell are you doing?”

Hermione, Tonks, and Fleur turned to look at their friend and this only caused them to laugh harder, all the while still tickling Severus. “Right on, Gin!” Tonks laughed and reached forward to scratch her nails through the fine smattering of black curls that covered his chest. “Some breasts, Severus,” she snorted, leaning forward and pressing her cold nipple rings to his chest.

“Bloody stop!” he cried, his vocabulary suddenly limited to a few phrase, all of which involved commands about stopping the delicious torture that was being forced upon him. His body was nearing the point of sensory overload. Five women tickling him, touching him in ways that he’d never been touched not even as a child was just too much for him. And it didn’t help matters that the littlest one had her velvety wet tongue stroking the underside of his foot while two of the others were topless. “Gods! Stop it!”

“Never!” Hermione laughed and picked up a pink pillow, slamming it down over his face and then whacking him across the chest. She giggled, wiggling her whole torso just over top of his face.

He was caught very off guard by the sudden pillow in his face but noticed immediately that this meant she had let go of his right arm. Swinging his arm up, he grabbed the girl’s tank top, his hand snaking under the cloth. Twitching his fingers about he quickly began to tickle Hermione’s stomach.

“Ah!” she cried, falling suddenly forward into Tonks, who had not expected the girl and toppled back off Severus. Hermione began to wail with laughter as Severus freed his other hand from Minerva’s grip and started tickling her with both of his large, warm hands. “Stop! Stop!” she shrieked, twisting and turning from his grip.

He jerked his foot away from Ginny and pulled both legs up onto the bed. No one was tickling him anymore. Tonks was still on the floor trying to pull herself into an upright position. “Never,” he hissed near her ear and continued to tickle her ribs with one hand while pulling her shirt off with the other, much as she had done to him just moments ago.

Minerva was quick to pick up a pillow and swing it against the back of his head, which sent him sprawling forward and away from Hermione. He landed with a thud right next to Tonks, who leaned over and suckled his left nipple into her mouth. “Bite it!” Ginny squealed in delight.

“Don’t you dare!” he snapped, grabbing the witch’s arms and pinning them above her head. She sank her teeth into his tender nipple. “Argh!” he growled but quickly started tickling her armpits.

“No! No!” she squeaked, her body twitching about, the shiny metal rings pressing against his bare belly as he leaned over to let his hair fall across her chest and tickle her further. “Stop!” she cried in a fit of giggles, it seemed to be the word of the night. Tonks shrieked and began to kick her legs as if trying to swim away in the sea of pillows. “I give! I give!” she cried.

Fleur had come up behind Severus and jumped on his back, causing him to groan in surprise and collapse on top of Tonks, her cold nipple rings pressing up into his chest. He rolled quickly over onto his back, laughing as the girl toppled down on top of Tonks, who smirked up and kissed Fleur.

Minerva had picked up another pillow and chucked it across the room. It landed heavy on his chest. “You’ll pay for that,” he spat and jumped to his feet, diving over the bed and grabbing the woman around the waist, wrestling her down onto the bed, arms wrapped around her, chest panting against hers. Both of them stilled for a moment, his eyes narrowing and searching hers as she gazed at him.

“Minerva!” Hermione cried, catching the attention of both bodies on the bed, her cheeks flushed red and she picked up a pillow, tossing it at Severus, only to miss.

With the moment broken, he wasted no time in wiggling his fingers about her body. “No! No!” Minerva cried as he began to tickle her just under her breasts. “No! Stop! Severus! No!” she squealed, squirming. Ginny had leapt up onto the bed and eyed first Minerva and then Severus. “Ginny!” Minerva squealed. “Get him off me!” she laughed, tossing her head about, her long raven tresses flying everywhere.

Ginny darted forward as if to push Severus from atop her, but instead she started to tickle the woman’s ribs. “Gotcha!” she laughed. Severus smirked and continued to torment the woman with his rapidly tickling fingers.

“Traitor!” Minerva shouted, laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. “Hermione! Help me!”

“I can’t!” the girl squealed from halfway across the room as she jumped up onto a pile of pillows, dodging a rather large pink one thrown by Fleur. “Get her thighs, Minerva! Gin’s ticklish on the back of her thighs!”

Ginny gasped and tried to pull away but Minerva had managed to wiggle one of her hands down the girls back and began to tickle the backs of her thighs. “No!” she shrieked, squirming away and toppled off the bed, but not before knocking Severus slightly off balance. She landed with a thump into a pile of pillows. “Hermione, you’re dead!” she shouted, picking up a pillow and throwing it in her general direction.

With a heavy shove, Minerva pushed Severus off her, a much easier task as he was still trying to recover his balance from when Ginny had hit into him. She laughed as he too fell off the bed and landed with a thump in a different pile of pillows. Fleur was too quick to jump on him, tickling his under arms but Tonks came up from behind and grabbed the silver haired girl, and began nipping at her neck. “No!” she cried. “Stop zees!” Her face was red as she laughed to the point of tears.

“Take her shirt off,” Severus said and then his foot jerked as he felt Ginny’s tongue licking his sole again. “Ack!” he growled. “Get her off me!” he shook his foot, laughter breaking out on his face again. Tonks was too busy pinning Fleur down and ripping her shirt off to hear his cries. Hermione leapt toward Ginny only to be tackled to the ground by Minerva, two pillows in hand.

Hermione shrieked and laughed, trying to toss pillows at Minerva as the woman stripped her top off. “No!” she cried with laughter. “Minerva! Don’t!” the girl squealed thrashing side to side as the woman’s hands roamed over her chest. Severus snorted, wondering if the women had inadvertently mixed tequila into their daiquiris since the liquor was the one most famous for making women’s clothes fall off, or get torn off by other women.

Ginny had stopped licking the bottom of Severus’ foot and moved to straddle his lap, tickling his ribs. He tossed her off him with one hand, pinning her down on her stomach as he began to tickle her sides. The girl squealed and laughed, trying to squirm away but his fingers were quick and they hooked into the cloth of her tank top, pulling it right over her head as she thrashed about, trying to free herself from his menacing fingers.

Fleur squealed as Tonks bit down hard on the girl’s left nipple, calling everyone’s eyes to her. “Oh!” she cried, falling back off a pile of pillows. “Tonks!” her face was flushed, her chest heaving she was panting.

The pink haired witch just smirked. “That’s what you get.”

“Zat is so not fair! You ‘ave nothing to bite back!” she blew a raspberry at the girl, rubbing her tender nipple, her finger moving in gentle circles around the swollen bud. “Stupid nipple rings,” she muttered beneath her breath.

“I’m sure you can think of something,” Ginny snorted turning around to try and whack Severus upside the head with a pink pillow.

Tonks’ eyes flew open wide. “Ginny!” The other girls giggled and then Tonks screamed. “No!” Falling forward, her face landed just in Severus’ lap. “Stop!” she cried, grabbing onto his hips as she felt Fleur’s fingers pulling her jammy bottoms down. Severus smirked and pulled her head up from his lap, only to allow his finger to tweak her hoop studded nipple. “Ah!” she cried, and Ginny’s fingers were on her ribs at once, causing the metamorphmagus to burst into a peel of pained laughter.

Two bright pink pillows smacked against the sides of his head, and Severus quickly lost his grip on Tonks. Hermione and Minerva laughed as they dropped the pillows to his side and tackled him onto his back, Hermione straddling herself atop his thigh as Minerva tried to pin his arms above his head. “I can’t hold his arms by myself!”

Hermione began to tickle his ribs with her nails and watched on in amusement as he began to wiggle and squirm beneath her, his rich baritone laughter filling the room once more. “Hold him just a moment more, Minerva!” she laughed, leaning her head down so that her chocolate tresses tickled his chest. Parting her lush lips, she suckled the tiny pebble that was his right nipple into her mouth and sank her teeth into the tender bud.

“Argh!” he groaned, his body shuddering as he rolled violently over, tossing the girl off his front and pinning her on her back. “Bloody devil!” he hissed, and sank his head down to her chest before she could even attempt to push him away. His tongue flitted over her dark areola and then his teeth pressed down into her sensitive flesh. It was an act without thinking, a simple retaliation, a nipple for a nipple.

Hermione moaned, her body going stiff and Ginny stopped tickling Tonks long enough to see that Severus’ head was bent over Hermione’s chest. Her eyes went wide and then she laughed but not before Tonks cried out with a shriek.

Fleur had managed to pull down not only her jammy bottoms but her knickers as well. “God!” she cried, trying to close her knees around the Veela’s head. “S-s-stop! Y-y-you win!” she shrieked, her entire body trembling and shaking. She tried to lift a pillow to beat the girl with but her hands were twitching too much to allow her a grip on its satiny surface.

The silver haired witch had her head buried between Tonks’ thighs, her tongue licking and flicking in rapid motions against the girl’s clit, nipping at it every third or fourth stroke. Tonks was trembling but Fleur didn’t relent. “You ‘ave got to learn not to bite so ‘ard…” she snickered against the girl’s sex.

“Dear god,” Severus muttered his words muffled against Hermione’s nipple. He sat up and then stood up, pushing both Minerva and Hermione away from him as he backed himself up against the wall, just carefully eyeing the little redhead as well as the other four witches.

They all seemed to stop for a moment, no one wearing anything to cover their chests and Tonks completely in her birthday suite. Hermione was the first to giggle, followed by Ginny. Fleur came to her feet, helping Tonks up as well, arms draped over each other’s shoulders, and soon the room was filled with the giggles of the five witches. Severus simply stood there, staring at them as if they’d all suddenly lost their minds.

“What’s the matter, Severus?” Ginny quipped, eyeing him. “Cat got your tongue?” She licked her lips with her tiny pink tongue and then eyed him. His eyebrows shot high on his forehead as he watched her roll one hip over the other and seductively walk toward him.

“Merlin,” he muttered, dropping his hands to his sides, looking up and hoping that they hadn’t heard him. “Miss Weasley…” he said, his voice cracking as he tried not to gaze at her pert little breasts that bounced with every step she took.

“You’re way past being able to call me that,” she smirked, a satisfied look coming to fill her eyes. “You were sucking on my best friend’s tit.” Her eyes lit up as she flashed Hermione a glance, and laughed as she noted that the other witch’s cheeks were as red as her own hair.

He closed his eyes for just a moment. “And I suppose your green eyes are now batting?” he said his voice slightly calmer than before.

“I don’t have green eyes…”

“Gin,” Hermione blushed, moving beside her friend and whispering in her ear.

“Oh,” she nodded at Hermione and then turned her attention back to Severus. “I am not jealous!” Her head shot forward faster than he could have expected, her lips capturing his nipple in a tight twist between her teeth. “See?” she growled against his skin.

A wave of tension swept through his body as his hands grabbed her round the waist and hoisted her off her feet. She squealed, releasing his nipple and struggled against his hands as he carried her over to the bed and deposited her like a load of freshly washed sheets. Minerva was quick to rush behind him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around ready to press her lips to his chest and bite but he was quicker.

“Severus!” she gasped, as he twisted her around and tossed her onto the bed with Ginny. Both witches were unceremoniously tangled up with one another, breasts against hips, and feet near necks.

“Anyone else going to attempt to bite my nipple?” he asked, his face rather flushed, his chest rising and falling rather rapidly. He should have stayed at the wall, he should have left, he never really should have let it all start, but it seemed a bit late to be recounting all the ‘should haves.’

Tonks, Fleur, and Hermione blinked and then looked at each other before running toward him. So he could throw Ginny and Minerva to the bed, but all three of them at once would prove difficult. Picking up a pillow, Tonks whacked him on the arm as Fleur bent her head trying to grasp his nipple between her teeth only to have herself forced back onto the bed by his strong arms.

With a quick twist he’d pushed Tonks back and rounded just in time to catch Hermione by her hair and push her onto the bed as well. They had been silent attacks, the room void of giggling as he stood, panting, just gazing at them. The five of them laid there, tangled up by one another, all gazing at him. Ginny was the first to spot it. “Oh my bloody god!” she gasped, cupping her hand over her mouth.

Severus sighed. He’d been raging hard since the youngest girl had suggested that Fleur bite something other than Tonks’ nipples, and it was long coming before that. It was only a matter of time before someone had noticed. In fact, he was rather surprised that it had taken one of them that long.

Hermione followed Ginny’s gaze and she too gasped. “Bloody hell!” she cried, blinking in astonishment.

“What do you expect, ladies?” he said in a rather defeated and flat voice. “You’ve been romping around on the floor half naked tickling the hell out of each other and me…”

Tonks couldn’t help but giggle which spurred on a round of fresh giggles from Ginny and Hermione as well.

“Oh my God! ‘e ‘as an erection!” Fleur gasped, her bright eyes flashing to the straining bulge in his black trousers.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” he spat, and looked wearily at the girls on the bed. It would have been impossible not to be hard, all those lithe wiggling feminine bodies squirming all over him and each other. He’d tried his best to fight it off, but it had been coming on since they’d dragged him to the bed the very first time, and the thought of those lovely witches doing unspeakably sexy things to one another had just been his breaking point.

Ginny tapped Hermione’s shoulder and the girl leaned over as the redhead whispered in her ear. Her best friend giggled a bit, bringing her hand to her mouth. He never understood why girls did that, it wasn’t like it muffled the sound or hid the fact that they were giggling. “It isn’t polite to whisper.” he said flatly.

Both girls hushed immediately only to huddle together with Fleur, Tonks, and Minerva. This only served to annoy him further as they began rapidly chattering about in whispered hushes and he couldn’t make out a single word. “Severus,” Ginny said, poking her head up out of the huddle.

Blackened orbs met smoldering brown ones from halfway across the room. His pants really were becoming quite tight. The topless girl beckoned him with a come hither finger, licking her lips ever so slowly. The door handle was just behind him, which meant the door and an escape to freedom was just a twist away. His room lay on the other side of the wall and in his room he could quickly alleviate the mounting tension in his trousers.

He closed his eyes, if he couldn’t see her, it wasn’t happening. “Severus,” she called again, the girls giggling as she said his name. This giggle was different, almost a siren’s sexual giggle. It was a sound made by virginal milk maids upon seeing their first man. Opening his eyes he was startled by her hand being right against his bare stomach. Ginny had sauntered off the bed and come to stand right in front of him. “We’re not done with you,” she smirked and tugged his hands forward.

There was little resistance as he was pulled toward the bed and then pushed down upon it, the circle of girls opening so that he could lie on his back among them. Five blinking sets of curious eyes gazed down at him, Ginny’s mahogany eyes being the closest to his own. He drew in a sharp breath as one of the girls tweaked his left nipple between their fingers. This caused a stir of giggles to arise from them.

He was a spectacle, or a god, and they were observers or nymphs, either way it was a cruel trick being played upon him, and he closed his eyes, waiting for it to end. Waiting for something sensible to arise from the situation, for surely, Severus Snape was not a man to be fawned over and desired, let alone looked at and lavished by such lovely young ladies, or goddesses, or whatever they were.

“We’re done tickling you…” Tonks smirked, her sweet voice breaking the whir of confusing thoughts in his mind. Leaning forward, she licked her tongue up his cheek.

He shuddered, his eyes closed, breath hitching in his chest. “Ladies, I don’t think that this is a good idea…” his voice was not the normal calm and flat deep baritone that they had all become so accustomed to hearing. There was something more human to his voice, almost sexual.

“Oh, I think it’s an excellent idea…” Hermione whispered her soft chocolate tendrils brushing against his forehead as her lips brushed his earlobe. Again the man shuddered, his legs tensing as he felt the hand that had been at his nipple trail down his chest, over his stomach and dip into the waistband of his trousers.

“Stop…” he muttered, keeping his eyes closed. It was as best a protest that he could manage.

“You ‘ad best just go along vith eet,” Fleur cooed, her nails scratching through the wiry curls on his chest.

“Yeah, Severus…” Tonks smirked, tracing her lips over his jaw, her tongue tingling against the rough day’s stubble there. “We’re not letting you go…no matter how many times you say you give…” This caused the other girls to giggle. Only this giggle was different from all their other giggles. It wasn’t the innocent girly giggles that he’d heard all night, and it wasn’t even the new found curious sexual beings giggle. It was deep, sensual almost seductive, like they knew a sexy secret that he didn’t.

A soft hand was creeping its way up his right pants leg, causing him to jerk his leg as the nails of that hand scraped gently along his flesh. “Please, this isn’t a good idea…” he repeated, his eyes slowly opening to gaze at Ginny, Tonks, and Hermione. “I shouldn’t be here.” He said, slowly trying to rise up from the bed.

Hermione was the first to pull his shoulders, her hands curling around his warm flesh, guiding him back to the mattress. “Nonsense,” she said, her cinnamon eyes glittering down at his. Her breasts were just inches from his face as she leaned over his head, smirking. “Go on…” There was something welling up inside of him, urging his lips up to touch those tantalizing breasts, but before he act on that urge, his body went stiff again.

The sound of a zipper being undone filled the room as Fleur undid his trousers a very pleased smile on her lips. “Ze man ‘as good tastes, ‘e wears silk boxers!” she giggled, voice filled with lust. “Ginny, ‘elp me lift ‘is waist…” Slipping her hands under his back, Fleur, with the help of Ginny, lifted his buttocks off the mattress so that Minerva could easily slide his trousers from his legs.

“Ladies…” he growled, his chest rapidly rising and falling as Tonks stroked her fingers over his chest. But his plea went ignored as ten hands began to stroke every inch of exposed flesh, lips brushing against sensitive areas, tongues darting out and flickering over salty skin. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead but Tonks’ tongue was there to catch it.

“Mmm…” Tonks moaned, licking her lips. “Sweet…” she whispered, suckling his earlobe into her mouth. Severus bit his lower lip to prevent a groan from escaping his throat. He could not allow them to think he was enjoying this blissful torture. “Oh, you like that?” she mused, nipping at the soft flesh, her fingers threading into his hair.

“Stop…” he whispered, pleading the last vestiges of his control slipping away from him.

“Never,” she teased, trailing her lips over from his ear until they hovered just above his lips. “Might as well enjoy yourself…” her lips descended slowly to his, but she did not kiss him. Instead her pink tongue slid out and licked his lips. They were softer than she had imagined and seemed to give with each passing stroke of her tongue.

“Let’s move him…” Minerva said her voice soft and almost sultry. “I want him in the center of the bed…” her raven hair was clinging to her top, hiding her breasts as she eyed the man’s erection. “But let’s get him out of the silks first.”

Severus sat up, pushing Tonks aside. “That’s enough…” his words laced with a tremor. He was hardly able to control his own voice as he felt a tiny hand curl around his bulging erection. Ginny Weasley smirked, giving his member a gentle squeeze through the silk. “Stop,” his eyes fell closed once more and in that instant, Hermione and Tonks were pushing on his shoulders, trying to level him flat back on the mattress. Now or never, old man, stop this before something bad happens. His mind was reeling.

But before he could react, his shoulders were back down to the mattress. Six soft hands curled into the elastic of his boxers and despite his struggling, they pulled the garment off him, exposing his erection to their hungry eyes.

“Oh! ‘e ees ‘uge!” Fleur flushed bright red her eyes wide.

“Bloody hell, that’s got to hurt…” Tonks whispered, smirking a bit at Ginny and Hermione who were just staring on in amazement. Wrapping her arms under his, Tonks dragged him to the center of the bed. “There, Min, he’s centered, my God, can we-”

“No!” he growled, his erection twitching, feeling the cool air of the room against it. “This isn’t fair.” He tried in vain to cross his legs, only to have them held still by Fleur.

“Fair?” Minerva teased, leaning forward and resting both hands on the tops of his thigh.

“You’ve stripped me, woman…” he tilted his head up to look down his body at her. If he was going to be forced through hell, he might as well insist they level the playing field. Hell? Have you lost your mind, old man? His mind seemed to scream volumes at him. You’ve got five very attractive nearly naked witches trying to rape you, what the hell is the problem? With a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes. “You’re all still partially clothed...”

Minerva let her head lull forward, long raven tresses spilling over his thighs, tickling his erection and he moaned, no longer caring if they knew their actions were only serving to arouse him further. “Yes, I do believe he has a point,” she said and eyed each of the girls in turn. “Fair is fair, if he’s naked, we’re naked.”

The bed jounced as Hermione and Ginny began to yank down their pajama pants and knickers, tossing them haphazardly across the room, caring not where they landed. They were in a trance, he was gorgeous and all thoughts of who he was had fled their mind.
Fleur slipped out of her pants as well, letting them slip easily off her ankles. Minerva was the last to undress, taking her sweet time with the skimpy knickers that covered her sex.

Severus gazed around at the five of them, noticing first the large marking that was just barely visible on Ginny’s side. “Turn around,” he muttered, touching her hip. The redhead blushed and shivered, feeling his warm hand against her. Turning slowly she let her back face him, feeling his eyes burning through her flesh. “A rather racy tattoo for someone so… young…” he mused.

Ginny’s face flushed as red as her hair and then she nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt his lips pressing against the small of her back. The black and blue inky marks that slithered across the small of her back would have been enough to make her mother wear a permanent blush. Depicted on the girl’s flesh was a small woodland sprite, colored in blue, naked, pert nipples exposed, legs spread. Black ink outlined the wood nymph who’s tongue was buried between her legs in great detail, his own erection being thrust into the waiting mouth of another blue sprite. The entire scene was particularly graphic, with highlights of red, green, and purple.

Hermione and Tonks gasped watching as Severus’ tongue licked over the tattoo on the young redhead. “Ginny,” Hermione flushed. “That’s- when did you-”

“When Tonks got her nipples done…” she moaned, arching her back against his lips. “Oh, Gods, uh…” she cried out in disappointment as she felt a cool breeze against her skin, the absence of his tongue making her shiver. Turning round to face him, Ginny lowered her lips to his ear. “Do I taste good?”

His hands were quick to grip her hips and pull her naked figure onto his collarbone. Ginny yelped as her body was scooted forward, her heels digging into the mattress. “Relax, you’re not heavy…” he panted, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen labia. Ginny’s head rolled back and she whimpered as his fingers came down to stroke at her folds, his tongue slithering through her pubic mound until it flicked her clit.

Hermione knelt by his head and leaned forward, pulling Ginny’s head up to crush her lips to her best friend’s. The girl moaned as her friend’s fingers danced over her pert little nipples. She arched back, feeling his tongue between her legs and Hermione’s hands cupping her breasts. Ginny’s eyes rolled back in her head as she heard a deep baritone chuckle vibrating against her thighs.

Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! Ginny squealed as she was tossed unceremoniously from a top the man’s chest, falling to her side and tumbling off the bed, Hermione falling with a shriek, both girls landing on the floor with a loud thump. The door banged again, this time more urgent. “Get yourselves bloody decent! Mum’s comin’ up!” A very angry Charlie Weasley demanded through the door. The second eldest Weasley’s room was down the hall at the bottom of the stairs, allowing him to hear Molly from around the corner on his floor and just enough time sprint upstairs and disappear into the bathroom after warning them.

“Shit!” Ginny hissed, eyes frantically searching the masses of pink for anything that resembled a piece of clothing that would fit her. Hermione had already scrambled over her best friend and had begun flinging pillows across the room as she dug around for her top. “Mione! Stop that!”

“You heard Charlie! Your mum is on her way up here!” her voice careened with panic as she grabbed a top and pulled it on, only to realize it was Fleur’s and tossed it back over her head. “Urgh!”

Minerva was hopping on one foot trying to get back into her skimpy knickers and Tonks was digging under a pile of pillows for her shirt. It would have been a rather amusing sight had he not been caught in the middle of it.

Molly Weasley was not someone to cross and he was certain that if she burst through the door and found him starkers, not to mention fully erect, in a room filled with her precious girls that she wouldn’t hesitate to hex his bits off then and there. The woman seemed to carry the policy of hex first ask questions later.

“Oh, Gods!” Tonks cried, falling into a pile of pillows as she tried to wiggle herself into a pair of blue pajama bottoms, but the cuffs of the ankles were stuck around the middle of her calves.

“They’re mine!” Ginny cried.

“Who cares?” Hermione shouted, stumbling and tripping with her arms flailing madly about as she tried to push them through the sleeve holes of Minerva’s pajama top. The girls were a frantic frenzy, clothes and pillows flying everywhere as they desperately tried to head Charlie’s advice. Severus closed his eyes and let out a shallow breath, the sounds of the frantic girls scurrying about, filling his ears.

With an almighty slam the door flew open, Molly Weasley, clad in a tartan terry cloth bathrobe that had clearly seen better days, appeared in the doorway, hands on hips, eyes glaring. “What in the bloody hell is going on in here?” she bellowed, eyes darting over each of the girls. “You’re loud enough to wake Mrs. Black!”

Minerva, who was standing behind both Hermione and Ginny, shrugged her shoulders, trying to seem casual. “So? She’s not awake now, is she?” Her voice attempting to harbor a hint of concern.

Molly huffed indignantly. The other girls paled, no one spoke to Molly Weasley like that. Ever. Hermione was closest to the door, head hanging, eyes not meeting the angry brown orbs of Mrs. Weasley. So much for Gryffindor bravery. “Minerva! You should be ashamed of yourself! You are supposed to be a role model for these girls and you’re up here romping around like some slap happy teenager!” she took a step into the room and narrowed her eyes at the elder woman. “Is that daiquiri I smell?”

“Ve vere only trying to ‘ave a bit of fun,” Fleur said, scuffing her feet against the hardwood floor, eyes also not looking at her future mother-in-law.

“There’s a difference between having a bit of fun and trying to bring the whole bloody house down! You’re being bloody loud enough to disturb the charms on this house! We’ll be visible to muggles any minute now! Not to mention You-Know-”

“Actually, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione said softly, raising her eyes just the slightest bit. “That’s not technically possible. I think you are exaggerating just a bit, you see the charms on this house are specifically designed to-”

“Hermione Jane Granger! You are in no position to start shooting your know-it-all mouth off with me! Look at you! Falling out of those pajamas! They’re hardly fit for you!” she grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled the top, which had begun to sag, up over the girl’s cleavage. “You girls are lucky that Professor Snape isn’t in residence! He would have had your hides for this sort of wild behavior!”

“But-” Ginny started to protest.

“No buts, Ginevra! You were wildly out of control! Your father thought burglars were in the house!” She shouted, silencing her daughters continued cries.

Tonks, who had remained silent, had been scanning the room ever since Molly had forced the door open. Perfect piles of puffy pink pillows were scattered about, but not a Snape to be found.

Molly’s shrill voice startled the metamorphmagus from her thoughts. “I want all of you to march back to your rooms this instant! And be quiet about it! Go!” she pointed at the door, madder than hell. “And in the morning you will all be on Doxie patrol in the den!” her voice bellowed after them.

Minerva, Fleur, Hermione, Ginny, and Tonks trooped out of the room like soldiers resigned to a suicide mission. Sometimes it was better to know that their next assignment was Voldemort himself, rather than deal with the temper of Molly Weasley. Heads hung low as the women moved toward the stairs.

Charlie Weasley gazed on from the mostly closed bathroom door and then moved out into the hallway, rubbing his eyes and yawning quite loudly. “What’s all the fuss about?”

“Charlie, what are you doing up here?” Molly asked, her fingers drumming on the doorway as she turned to face her son.

“Had to use the loo…” he said, feigning sleep in his voice. “The one downstairs has been spitting green flames out of it all day…”

Molly shook her head. “You’d better tell your father in the morning…” Ginny slipped behind her mother and disappeared from sight as the others headed down the stairs to their respective rooms. Turning around, Molly sighed. “Get back to bed. I need to go make sure the five of them aren’t up to anything else. I swear they’re almost as bad as my sons!”

“Mum!”

“You know what I mean, Charlie, the twins.” Molly nodded a goodnight to Charlie and then headed down the steps, pulling the worn lapels of her robe tight around her. Stifling a yawn she watched the door shut to the room that Fleur and Bill were sharing.

The door to Remus Lupin’s room slammed loudly, followed by a, “Oi! Bugger up!” from Tonks and a “What’s your problem, love?” from Remus. Molly didn’t linger by their door to hear what Tonks was going to say, no doubt it involved some slanderous phrases in Molly’s general direction, but there was nothing she could do about it, the girl wasn’t her daughter.

Minerva had continued down a second flight of stairs to the room that her and Albus had been sharing. Life had been deemed far too short after the noble wizard had ‘died’ twice and their relationship (among with many others) came out into the open. It had been decided that the best way to survive the war against the Dark Lord was to keep close to your love ones and if that meant open aired relationships, so be it.

Hermione had moved down to her room with a bit of a heavy sigh. She kept glancing behind her to hear of Molly was hot on their trail, but it wasn’t until she was standing at the door to the room that her and Ginny were sharing, which was joined to the room that Ron and Harry were sharing, that she realized Ginny had somehow gotten ahead of her.

Stepping inside the room, Hermione realized quite quickly that Ginny had managed not only to get ahead of her, but had disappeared all together. Quick on her feet, knowing that Molly would be lingering in the doorway in just moments, she stuffed a few pillows under the sheets of her best friend’s bed, making it appear like a person was sleeping with their back to the door. Scrambling to her own bed, she dove unto the mattress and under the covers just as the door creaked all the way open.

Molly Weasley, bathed in the eerie orange light flickering in from the hallway, crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m disappointed in the both of you. Especially you, Hermione. My wayward daughter, I’d expect this from, she’s direct descendent of the twins.”

Ginny’s lump of pillows remained silent while Hermione silently hoped that Mrs. Weasley would venture no further than the doorframe. She knew that Ginny had most likely slipped into Harry and Ron’s room to find the warmth of Harry’s arms in his bed.
Molly sighed and shook her head. “Where did I go wrong?” Hermione’s wish was granted as Molly turned to back out of the room. “Goodnight girls,” she muttered, and then pulled the door shut.

Releasing a sigh, she rolled onto her side and gazed at the lump of pillows. “Ginny,” she whispered. “You owe me.”


Severus was hardly able to breathe a sigh of relief, having just barely managed to slip over the mounds of pillows and to the door, slinking in his unregistered animagus form right between Molly’s legs and into the safety of his room. Although he was not proud to admit that his figure was a black cat, and not even a panther, but a common house cat, it did certainly come in handy from time to time.

He sat on the bed, and despite the transformation to feline and back, his member was still raging and his trousers were tight again. Why he’d bothered to put them back on in the first place was something he hadn’t bothered to think about. Standing up, he moved over to the dresser and leaned against it, running his hand down his bare chest. What he’d done with those girls was out of bounds and he only hoped that they were all drunk enough not to recall come the morning.

With one hand down his trousers, and his mind lost in thought he did not hear the door creak open nor softly shut as the girl let herself in. It wasn’t until her hand was on his bare shoulder that he stilled his hand, his body going rigid. It was not the worn aged hand of Minerva, and far too gentle to be the hand of the angry Molly Weasley.

Turning his head over his shoulder, black hair slipping down his back his eyes met brown glistening orbs that seemed to dance in the dim light of his room. Ginny Weasley stared back at him, hand still firmly resting on his shoulder.