Snogs Galore!

Chapter Eleven

Professor Snape stood over his cauldron, adding lacewing flies to the mixture. Perhaps this time he wouldn't be interrupted, and he could finish the potion correctly.

He gave it a stir and was turning to reach for the scarab paste when he felt a presence in the room with him.

"Severus, I need to have a word with you." Professor Dumbledore entered the Potions lab. He looked around at the dark, dreary room with a frown. No wonder his Potions professor was always in such a foul mood. Anyone would find it difficult to be cheery when they were faced with this dank atmosphere all the time.

Snape grimaced before turning around to face the headmaster. "Of course, sir. What may I help you with?"

Dumbledore tilted his head down and looked at Snape over the top of his spectacles. "I was going to talk with you at breakfast, but since you weren't there, I thought I'd come down here and find you."

Severus Snape was blushing; he could feel the heat creeping up his neck. Bloody hell, I feel as if I've been caught snogging in the closet. "Yes, sir. I was trying to finish this potion before my first class this morning." He gestured to the smoking cauldron behind him.

"I see," replied Dumbledore as he hid the smile that was fighting to surface. "I won't take up much of your time then. As you know, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and a Hogsmeade weekend as well. Due to the large number of students who will be heading into town and the recent Death Eater activity, I think it would be best if some of the staff were to go into town and oversee the activities."

A horrified look crossed Snape's face. "You can't mean you want me to chaperone a bunch of lovesick juveniles?"

"Yes, I do. I know you won't get caught up in the spirit of the day and therefore be distracted. Minerva, Madam Hooch and Sybill Trelawney are going to be there as well as myself." Dumbledore watched Snape's face for any reaction, and if he hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed the flicker in the dark eyes when the Divination teacher was mentioned.

Snape couldn't decide whether he was excited or aggravated at the feeling he got when her name was mentioned. Either way, he was going to be spending tomorrow surrounded by snogging couples. He was glad his stomach was empty, or else he would be tempted to void its contents at such a thought.

"Ah, yes, I take it by the look on your face that you have resigned yourself to helping me in this regard." Dumbledore smiled and turned to leave the room. He stopped at the doorway and couldn't help himself from one small taunt.

"It would not be improper if you were take someone with you as a guest," he said with a twinkle in his eye before heading down the corridor.

Ten minutes later, when the first of his students started trickling in, Severus Snape was still standing in the exact same spot with an incredulous look upon his face. A brave, if somewhat foolish, second year student spoke up. "Professor, your potion is bubbling over."

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Luna sat at the table in the library trying her best to ignore the two boys who sat across from her. It was becoming increasingly harder to do, since each one was trying to out do the other.

She really ought to choose one. But her heart broke at the thought of letting either one go. While glancing up, she caught Neville nudging Harry with his elbow, to which Harry responded with a push of his shoulder. She hid her smile as her eyes returned to the text in front of her, Gossips of the Gods, a book filled with all sorts of scintillating stories about the Greek gods and their adventures.

It seemed the gods were very interested in complicating mortals' lives. Luna perked up when she came to a section regarding the relationships between some of the gods and mortals. Many of the stories involved a reluctant party who had fallen in love with someone they had previously not even liked. Her mind went to Pansy and Ron, this sounded frighteningly familiar.

The book was knocked out of her hand as the table jumped. The passive shoving had escalated to actual fighting. Luna stood up and then walked around to find the two boys sprawled on the flagstones. Neville was pinned to the floor by Harry who was pulling back his fist. From the looks of things, Neville had already landed a good blow to Harry as his eye was swelling.

Pulling her wand she muttered, "Impedimenta!" Both boys froze as they were. Crouching down beside them, she looked into each one's eyes. "I don't want to see either one of you for the rest of the evening. I have some thinking to do, and I don't want you interfering. Meet me at Honeydukes tomorrow at noon, and I'll let you know my decision." She stood up and gathered her books. As she exited the room, she released them both with a flick of her wand.

Harry's punch flew wide, and he ended up laid out flat on top of Neville. Neville's hands came up to rest on Harry's shoulders to stop them from bumping heads. Both boys glared into the other's face.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath as he saw something besides anger flicker in Neville's eyes. His teeth worried his bottom lip as he tried to fight back the longing he felt himself. He closed his eyes with a groan as he felt Neville's hand fist into his robes, pulling him closer.

"Neville," he whispered hoarsely hoping it sounded like a protest instead of yearning.

Neville's gaze flickered from Harry's lips to his eyes while one hand slipped up into the black hair at his nape. While he was horrified at his actions, he couldn't stop them. "Stop me now, Harry," Neville pleaded, his lips getting perilously closer.

Harry's eyes opened, and his hand reached out to push back the hair that had fallen across Neville's forehead. He gulped audibly. "I can't," he whispered brokenly before their lips met.

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Ginny was pacing the confines of the girl's loo, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She stopped to face her friend who was leaning against the sink. "I really can't help you with this one, Luna. You have to listen to your heart."

"My heart can't decide either! When I'm with Neville it's as if he's the only boy in the world."

Ginny threw her hands up in the air. "Then that settles it, you pick Neville."

Luna shook her head sadly. "I feel the same way when I'm with Harry."

A squeaky voice softly questioned from behind the stall door. "Harry Potter? My Harry?"

Ginny opened the door to see Moaning Myrtle perched on the back of the commode. "Yes, Myrtle, Harry Potter. Luna is in love with him and Neville Longbottom."

Myrtle floated up into the air and hovered over the Ravenclaw girl. "I think she should choose Longbottom." She batted her eyelashes at the two girls. "Of course, I'm not biased or anything," she said sweetly. She then zoomed down to peer closely at Luna and growled at her, "but Harry's mine!"

Ginny chuckled. "Myrtle, we know you have a crush on him, but it's not as if you could ever, well, have a relationship with him. You are a ghost and he...isn't."

Myrtle turned angry eyes on the red haired girl. "Think you're so smart do you? At least I didn't use Dark Magic to get a boy to like me." That said, she flew up into the rafters and executed a perfect dive into the toilet bowl.

Luna and Ginny looked incredulously at each other. "What in the bloody hell did she mean by that?" Ginny asked.

"I'm afraid I might have an idea, and if I'm right, it won't matter who I chose." Luna hung her head with despair.

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Hermione quietly closed the book she had been reading. She looked up at the beautiful boy sitting across from her and narrowed her eyes.

Blaise could feel the glare from across the table where she had made him sit when he couldn't keep his hands to himself while sitting beside her. He looked up. "What?! I'm behaving! I haven't rubbed my foot up your leg yet." He smiled seductively at her, but she just continued to scowl at him.

"You didn't happen to get nicked by one of those golden arrows did you?" She was fairly sure she hadn't, but it would make sense if what she surmised were true.

"No, I didn't."

Hermione lifted one brow at him.

"What? I think I'd remember getting injured by a bloody arrow. What are you on about?"

"I think the arrows were something similar to the arrows Eros used to make people fall in love." She slid the book across the table at him and pointed to a different picture of Eros.

He was aiming an arrow at what appeared to be an unsuspecting muggle. The arrow was golden and it looked as if there was writing on it. He squinted, his eyes trying to make out the script.

It hit him then, why she as questioning him. "You think I'm attracted to you because I was hit by an arrow?" He stood up and advanced on her, his hands planted firmly on the chair's arm, trapping her.

He leaned down so his nose was touching hers. "Would it help if I told you I've been watching you for two years?"

He ran a hand through his hair in agitation. "I looked up one day when I was here in the library, and there you sat, head bent over some book, chewing on your quill. The sight fascinated me. I sat there watching your teeth and tongue play with the end, and had to wait ten minutes after you left because I was too aroused to get up."

The intense heat she saw in his eyes mesmerized Hermione. All she could manage was a murmured, "Two years?"

He bent his elbows dropping his face closer to hers. His eyes looked at her mouth then back up into her eyes. "Yes, two long years I've sat back and patiently waited for the chance to make my move. When Ron was enamored of Pansy and Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of Luna, I saw my opening and took it."

He took her hand in his and ran it down his chest, past the waistband of his trousers, and against the evidence of his desire. "I didn't need an arrow to show me what you are."

Hermione's eyes grew wide, but she didn't pull her hand away. "What am I?" she asked hoarsely.

Blaise pulled her out of the chair and up against his chest. A second before his lips crushed hers in a savage kiss, he whispered, "You're mine."

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Draco and Ginny were spending the afternoon outside. Ginny was perched on Draco's lap in the shade of a large tree near the lake. He was busy following a path up the side of her neck with his lips when she pulled back from him.

"Draco?"

He wasn't sure he liked the inflection in her voice. He was positive it didn't bode well for his plans of a lovely lakeside snogging session.

She turned to look into his eyes. "I need you to give me an honest answer to the question I'm about to ask."

"Okay," Draco answered, even though he wasn't sure if he would.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched his face for a reaction. "When did you start having feelings for me?"

He tried his best to keep a blank expression. "What kind of feelings are we talking about here, Red? I mean I've known you were a sexy little piece for the past year. Those feelings?" he shifted her on his lap so she could feel what he meant.

Her eyes grew wide at the large bulge that was now pushing up into her thigh. She wiggled a little bit and was fascinated by the look on his face as he closed his eyes and gave a small moan. "Bloody hell, woman. Don't do that to me, not out here." His hands fisted in her robes at her waist to try and stop her movement.

Leaning forward, she made him jump when she licked his ear. "Where would you like me to do it then?" she whispered, causing shivers to run up his spine.

His answer was interrupted by Colin who was running up to them yelling, "Ginny!"

He stopped and laid one hand on the tree, bent over trying to catch his breath. "Her...Her..."

Draco, who was perturbed to have what was promising to be a wonderful afternoon disturbed, glared at the small Gryffindor. "Spit it out, pillock!"

Ginny slapped Draco on the shoulder and pushed herself out of his lap. "What is it Colin?" She placed her hands on his arms and turned him to look into his eyes. "Take a deep breath, and then speak."

Colin took a deep breath and then the words just tumbled out. "Hermione needs to see you right away in the library." He looked over at Draco. "Both of you."

Draco scowled as he pushed himself up off of the ground and wiped the back of his robes off.

Ginny smiled and patted Colin on his arm. "Thanks Colin; tell her we'll be right there."

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Ron's fingers trembled as he slipped the second button open. With each inch of pale skin he exposed, he became more unnerved. "Are you sure about this?" he asked a bit dismayed when his voice cracked.

Pansy reached up and gently ran her knuckles across his cheek. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

Ron looked down at the beautiful girl lying on a blanket spread across the floor of a supply closet. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath before he resumed removing her blouse.

The back of his hand brushed the top swell of her breast, and he groaned.

"Pansy!?"

Ron jumped and looked at the door. No! Not now!

"Bugger," Pansy murmured. She reached up and fisted her hands in Ron's jumper pulling him down close to her face.

"Be very quiet, maybe she'll go away," she whispered into his ear before biting down on the lobe.

"If you keep that up, the whole castle is going to hear me," he mumbled into her hair.

"Pansy, I know you're in there," Millicent sounded irritated. "Hermione sent me to find you, she needs both you and Ron in the library."

The couple stared at the door in silence.

"Ron, Hermione told me to tell you if you're not there in five minutes she's going to tell the twins about the time you used Stick-O on their extendable ears."

"Bugger." This time it was Ron's turn to mumble. "We'll be right there," he called out.

His gaze went to Pansy when he heard her sigh. "If they found out it was me, they'd... well, I'm not sure what they would do, but it wouldn't be pretty."

Pansy buttoned up her shirt while sitting up. "Well, then let's go and see what is so important." A feeling of dread filled her stomach; she was afraid she knew.