Post by Drake on Jan 12, 2007 18:36:34 GMT -5
Title: A Little Role Reversal
Summary: Everyone's favorite overly-strict female encounters a couple in love. Not that she knows anything about that, of course.
Rating: 13+
They were kissing in the lounge again, and honestly, who could blame them? With all their responsibilities, it was almost impossible for they to see each other during the day. Therefore, the nights belonged to them alone. When they finally found time even then.
“I've got to go,” she whispered apologetically, noticing the time. “Rounds.”
His blue eyes lost their sparkle, but he understood that she had no choice. His glasses slid down, and he pushed them back up as he left her to do what she had to.
“Meet me in the usual spot,” he called softly.
“Of course,” she responded, leaving in eager anticipation of the coming meeting.
And her rounds too, of course. Quite honestly, she loved the feeling of power prowling the halls gave her. Stalking the corridors on her little cat's feet was definitely her favorite nightly pastime. Well, almost her favorite, that is. Her real favorite nightly pastime was rather inappropriate, and it wouldn't do to so much as think of it at the moment. She was in Proper Authoritarian Figure mode right now.
At any rate, she was in her element, especially as, creeping down one of the more neglected corridors, she heard an all-to-familiar moaning sound.
It seemed to be coming from just around the bend in the hallway. She braced herself for what was sure to be a messy encounter.
She came nearer to the bend, her apprehension growing as the noises increased in volume. The poor little lovebirds were really going to get it this time!
Only a few steps away. Perhaps Filch would only make them polish trophies. It was never amusing when gave some of the younger students particularly nasty punishments. Perhaps she would speak to him about that later, after all, she was in a position of extraordinary power, and might as well use it for a good cause, no?
She rounded the bend determinedly.
And then a very, very shocked Penelope Clearwater literally ran into two of her professors entangled in what has been nominated for the most passionate and licentious kiss of the past 1,297 years. Upon detecting her presence, the professors immediately broke away, one looking very embarrassed, indeed, the other looking amused beyond all worldly reason.
“Hello, Miss Clearwater, I trust you are well?” the one began politely, as if nothing more extraordinary than a handshake had taken place between him and his Deputy.
“I....” she stuttered gazing at them with a mouth rather like that of a dying fish. “I'm Head Girl.”
That statement fell rather flat, of course, but it was the only actual coherent thought not involving several vulgar obscenities left in her brain.
“Oh, dear, Minerva. You hear that? We've gone and got ourselves caught by the Head Girl. We're going to catch it for sure,” he laughed. Not at her. With her.
His accomplice, on the other hand, still appeared to be staring fixedly and mortifiedly at the ceiling. Penelope couldn't say she blamed her.
“I trust, though, that you won't tell Filch on us?” he implored fervently. “That could prove decidedly awkward for everyone involved, wouldn't it?”
How strange. The Headmaster appeared to be asking her not to land them in trouble. Penelope had to think hard about this for a moment.
A moment passed.
Of course. Their relationship was a secret. A secret she now knew. She had to keep it safe. The Head was, after all, a very important public figure. She was certain any romantic partner of his could be used for all kinds of nasty political purposes.
How sad. And she had thought it was bad trying to keep her and Percy's relationship under wraps! Imagine how it would be if it was a matter of life or death!
“Of course not,” she said, continuing with the joke. “I shall let you off with a stern warning this time, but don't let me catch you at it again!”
“Of course not,” Dumbledore replied with a wink. “Of course not.”
And then she, Penny soon-to-be-Weasley, Head Girl, Hufflepuff, and witch, ran off in the direction of the hall closet nearest the Gryffindor common room. The usual spot.
It appeared they were not, perhaps, the sole possessors of the night.
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
Ha! Percy/Penny love! Bet you weren't expecting that!
I hope....
Summary: Everyone's favorite overly-strict female encounters a couple in love. Not that she knows anything about that, of course.
Rating: 13+
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
A Little Role Reversal
They were kissing in the lounge again, and honestly, who could blame them? With all their responsibilities, it was almost impossible for they to see each other during the day. Therefore, the nights belonged to them alone. When they finally found time even then.
“I've got to go,” she whispered apologetically, noticing the time. “Rounds.”
His blue eyes lost their sparkle, but he understood that she had no choice. His glasses slid down, and he pushed them back up as he left her to do what she had to.
“Meet me in the usual spot,” he called softly.
“Of course,” she responded, leaving in eager anticipation of the coming meeting.
And her rounds too, of course. Quite honestly, she loved the feeling of power prowling the halls gave her. Stalking the corridors on her little cat's feet was definitely her favorite nightly pastime. Well, almost her favorite, that is. Her real favorite nightly pastime was rather inappropriate, and it wouldn't do to so much as think of it at the moment. She was in Proper Authoritarian Figure mode right now.
At any rate, she was in her element, especially as, creeping down one of the more neglected corridors, she heard an all-to-familiar moaning sound.
It seemed to be coming from just around the bend in the hallway. She braced herself for what was sure to be a messy encounter.
She came nearer to the bend, her apprehension growing as the noises increased in volume. The poor little lovebirds were really going to get it this time!
Only a few steps away. Perhaps Filch would only make them polish trophies. It was never amusing when gave some of the younger students particularly nasty punishments. Perhaps she would speak to him about that later, after all, she was in a position of extraordinary power, and might as well use it for a good cause, no?
She rounded the bend determinedly.
And then a very, very shocked Penelope Clearwater literally ran into two of her professors entangled in what has been nominated for the most passionate and licentious kiss of the past 1,297 years. Upon detecting her presence, the professors immediately broke away, one looking very embarrassed, indeed, the other looking amused beyond all worldly reason.
“Hello, Miss Clearwater, I trust you are well?” the one began politely, as if nothing more extraordinary than a handshake had taken place between him and his Deputy.
“I....” she stuttered gazing at them with a mouth rather like that of a dying fish. “I'm Head Girl.”
That statement fell rather flat, of course, but it was the only actual coherent thought not involving several vulgar obscenities left in her brain.
“Oh, dear, Minerva. You hear that? We've gone and got ourselves caught by the Head Girl. We're going to catch it for sure,” he laughed. Not at her. With her.
His accomplice, on the other hand, still appeared to be staring fixedly and mortifiedly at the ceiling. Penelope couldn't say she blamed her.
“I trust, though, that you won't tell Filch on us?” he implored fervently. “That could prove decidedly awkward for everyone involved, wouldn't it?”
How strange. The Headmaster appeared to be asking her not to land them in trouble. Penelope had to think hard about this for a moment.
A moment passed.
Of course. Their relationship was a secret. A secret she now knew. She had to keep it safe. The Head was, after all, a very important public figure. She was certain any romantic partner of his could be used for all kinds of nasty political purposes.
How sad. And she had thought it was bad trying to keep her and Percy's relationship under wraps! Imagine how it would be if it was a matter of life or death!
“Of course not,” she said, continuing with the joke. “I shall let you off with a stern warning this time, but don't let me catch you at it again!”
“Of course not,” Dumbledore replied with a wink. “Of course not.”
And then she, Penny soon-to-be-Weasley, Head Girl, Hufflepuff, and witch, ran off in the direction of the hall closet nearest the Gryffindor common room. The usual spot.
It appeared they were not, perhaps, the sole possessors of the night.
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
Ha! Percy/Penny love! Bet you weren't expecting that!
I hope....
x
