CH 9, 10, 11

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Warnings: CH 9- Smut. CH 10- abuse, both child and spousal. CH 11- Out of Character, hardcore style. Minor language, too.

Chapter Nine: Role Play

In the coming weeks, the health class lectures had moved away from sexual education, but regardless of what the topic was at hand, class "question and answer" sessions always seemed to revolve around the topic of sex. Hermione understood that, even for the families that were open about the topic, it was less weird to receive this advice from a medical professional, who had no relation to you. She had considerably improved about giving information, without too much personal stuff coming out.

One seventh year boy had actually asked Hermione how many people she had slept with. She did a quick mental calculation while smiling at him. The answer she opted for was a non-incriminating response. "That is hardly an appropriate question to ask your teacher, but for your information, it's an acceptable figure for the length of time I've had an active sex life." She caught a sidelong glace at Severus after her answer. He looked a little red around his collar and, if she wasn't mistaken, a little jealous and angry about her answer. She still had a grin firmly set on her lips while she fielded more questions for her students.

"Miss, when I was home, I overheard my mum say something about a G-spot. What is it?" A curious boy had asked her.

"The G-spot was discovered by a German scientist. It is a soft, spongy area about two inches up on the front portion of the cervix."

A shy, little Ravenclaw asked another question. "Miss, I overheard my sister talking about a cunning linguist. What was she talking about?"

"She probably was talking about cunnilingus. It's oral sex preformed on a vagina. There is also fellatio which is oral sex preformed on a penis."

***

About six weeks had passed since the students had begun school. There had not been any more heated moments of passion between Severus and Hermione. She still felt a pull of attraction towards him, but she could not tell if he felt the same.

She had been sitting in her office, when she heard the infirmary doors blasted open with a force that could only mean Severus Snape was present. She walked briskly out of her office, intent on giving him a proper scolding about quiet respect being observed in the hospital wing. There could have been sick children present! Her entire demeanour changed when she saw Severus carrying an unconscious first year in his arms.

"Severus! What happened to her?" She asked without any hesitation.

"I don't know what happened. I was teaching them how to brew the Draught of Peace. She must have ruined it quiet badly. And then, she just went a bit rigid, and fell to the floor trembling slightly." He sighed in exasperation and concern. He would never admit it, but he did actually care about the students. More the Slytherins than any others, but he did care about their well-being. "I tried to ennervate her, but it had no effect."

Hermione went to work performing status charms on the girl. Her brain function seemed fine, and there was not a trace of potion running through her system, neither botched nor proper. While examining the girl, she noticed an eerie skeletal likeness to the girl. She was too thin for her own health. She had been a small girl anyway, smaller than most first years usually are, both in height and weight. "If I had to guess, I'd say this girl doesn't weigh more than 30 kilos!" Hermione pursed the girl's lips and examined her teeth. "Severus, she simply passed out. I think she has an eating disorder."

A wave of relief washed over the Potions master, and a smile appeared on Hermione's face. She walked towards a cabinet along the wall of her infirmary located in the centre of the room. She withdrew a potion that had been brewed as prenatal vitamins. "It's not exactly what she needs right now, but it'll do." Hermione moved the girl into a more upright position, and forced the potion into her mouth. Hermione massaged the girl's throat to help the potion down and then waited for the girl to awake. She began stirring slowly. "I'm glad you'll be joining us again, Miss Jayne." Hermione smiled down at the girl. "How are you feeling?"

The girl took in her surroundings. She was lying on a bed, which felt more like a couch without a back on it. There was a small pillow under her head, which had been flattened from overuse. It was painfully bright in the room, and it smelled of disinfectant. She knew she had to be in the hospital wing, though she had never seen it before. "I feel a little weak." Her voice didn't seem very strong and sounded groggy.

"Do you know where you are, Miss Jayne?"

"The hospital wing."

"Very good. Do you know how you got here?"

"The last thing I remember is feeling very faint in the dungeons during double Potions." It was then that she noticed Professor Snape standing just a ways behind Miss Granger; his face was tense, with what she thought was concern. She brushed that thought away. She had heard horror stories about the dreaded Potions master from her older brother. He was ten years her senior. Her mother was a witch, and her father was a Muggle. Her brother was actually only a half-brother, they had different fathers.

"Professor Snape tells me that you collapsed in class. I'd like to ask you a few questions now, if you're feeling up to it." Hermione smiled at her in a caring way, with almost a motherly concern on her face. She nodded in agreement. "Professor, if you'll excuse us, this is a bit of a personal conversation. You may wait in my office or leave to attend other business."

Severus nodded slightly in agreement. "I have some potions to brew. We can converse later."

Severus swept away to brew some nutritional potions. Once hearing the door click, Hermione turned back to her patient. "Miss Jayne, some of these questions may embarrass you, but I need you to answer them truthfully." The girl in the bed nodded and Hermione conjured up a chair to sit next to her.

"Have you been under an unusual amount of stress lately? Any type of stress: trouble with classes, with your friends or with your home life?"

"No, Miss, my family is fine. I do miss them, but I get letters often from mum."

Hermione smiled. "It's lovely to see parents staying involved with their children. Have you been feeling sick at all lately? An unusual amount of upset stomachs, perhaps?"

"No, I've felt fine, really."

"Have you perhaps been getting teased a lot by your schoolmates?"

"That's an odd question." She thought aloud. "No, Miss, everyone has been really nice to me."

"Miss Jayne, this is not what you'd like to hear, I'm sure, but from the look of your teeth it looks like you've been vomiting quite frequently. What brought you around was a nutritional potion. I suspect that you have an eating disorder, most likely bulimia. I would like to set up appointments with you, so we can chat on a regular basis. I'm no psychologist, but I'm more than willing to listen to any problems you have and offer you advice. I will give you a few potions to take with you to help bring your strength back up. Otherwise, you're free to head to your next class."

The younger girl looked taken aback; she had not thought anyone had noticed her. She smiled weakly at Hermione. Hermione left to get a strengthening potion, as well as an invigorating one. Hermione handed the potions to the student, which she drank without any argument, and then headed towards the door. "Thank you, Miss Granger." She smiled again before heading to Charms.

Hermione set about the task of cleaning up after her patient. She straightened the bed sheets before performing a quick cleansing charm on them, and she washed the phials the prescribed potions were dosed from. Once the hospital wing seemed be to back in order, she sat back in her office to begin reading. She wanted to read more about eating disorders before their first meeting.

Whispers were filling the halls. There had been more speculation about Snape recently. This time their mutterings were not negative, though.

"Have you noticed?" One rather gossipy fifth year began to her friend, "Snape's appearance has been changing!"

"I know! Have you seen his teeth? They're so white and straight now!"

"You know, if he smiled a bit more I bet he'd be really attractive." The first girl blushed a bit while admitting such a thing.

"I find myself unable to concentrate in Potions anymore," the other girl admitted, equally embarrassed.

"And have you noticed his hair! It's not greasy anymore!"

A little embarrassed and not wanting to admit it, the second girl asked with caution, "You don't think he's... seeing someone, do you?"

"He could be. Have you noticed, he has moments of almost kindness now?"

"Kindness?"

"I said almost. Just the other day, he only took five points from a Hufflepuff for speaking out of turn, when normally it would have been ten or fifteen."

"Come to think of it, he hasn't assigned nearly as many detentions, either. Could it be? The dreaded Potions master is getting laid?"

"His skin has looked a lot nicer lately..."

The two girls fell into a bout of giggles as they walked into class together.

In the dungeons

That evening, Hermione knocked on Severus's doors. He opened the door only partially as hard as he normally would. "Miss Hermione. What a surprise." He gave a quick smirk before he allowed her entrance to his rooms. "To what do I owe the... pleasure, of this visit?"

Hermione caught the innuendo in the phrasing he chose to use, and fairly successfully managed not to blush and start babbling like a school girl with a crush. Truth be told, that is how she had been feeling around him for nearly the entire time she had been back at Hogwarts. This feeling had only amplified after that hot little quickie they had after class a few weeks back. "The pleasure of your company is no longer a sufficient excuse to come to visit?"

"Miss Hermione, nobody really enjoys my company. Why are you really here?" He enjoyed playing games with her. He was not sure how the physical encounter had come about, but he had been dying to repeat it ever since. There had been many nights he had wanked, remembering the feel of her wet little opening against his shaft. Even a passing thought at the memory caused his blood to surge south, which did not seem to relent under any circumstance other than release.

Hermione noticed him shifting in place and saw a glimmer in his eyes. She thought she saw a momentary glimpse of primal need and desire float into his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. She wanted to test the waters, to see if he would be up for a repeat and a possibly extended version of their classroom exploits. "Well, sir, I've been a bit lonely all the way up in the hospital wing. It seems like nobody ever gets hurt or sick anymore." She pouted and tried to give him her best sultry, provocative expression.

His voice dropped slightly in timbre and became huskier. "And, what type of 'pleasurable' company were you seeking?"

Hermione closed the distance between them and inhaled deeply. She could smell his shampoo and the lingering scent of herbs, and other potions ingredients. She found the scent intoxicating and erotic. Her pupils dilated noticeably, and she felt hot breath against her ear. She moaned involuntarily. Her secret was out. "My sentiments exactly, Miss Hermione." He grasped one of her wrists in his larger hand, and guided hers towards his erection to elaborate on his previous statement. A look of longing was clearly evident on her face as her hand wrapped around his hidden assets.

She dropped to her knees without warning, which startled him briefly. She began fumbling with his trousers, trying to open them, but her hands were quivering slightly with anticipation. She finally managed to free his erection, and her breath caught in the back of her throat. She had not actually seen his cock in their previous engagement. She felt him within her, but it happened quickly, and she had been so lost in the moment she had not actually studied his physique.

His penis was bigger than average, but could not be considered huge. It had a good sized girth to it, and was a deep red to purple shade, quivering slightly with need. She reached her hand out thoughtfully as she debated touching it. He sighed when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. She tentatively licked the tip, and a hiss of breath escaped his lips. Feeling empowered and bold, she ran her tongue from the tip of his penis down the underside to the base. She was enveloped with his manly, musky scent. She took another tentative lick at his ball sac, before wrapping her mouth around his cock and sucking and licking at his shaft. She began fondling his sac and running her hands around his thighs while moving rhythmically up and down.

After a few minutes of pleasure he stopped her, not sure of how much longer he would be able to hold out if she kept up her ministrations. He held out a hand to her, offering to help her off her knees. They headed towards his bedroom to get more comfortable. She glanced around his room, noticing a large bed off towards the corner. She saw that it was not a four poster and thought it to be logical. He was the type of man who would want to see around him at all times. He certainly took a page out of Moody's book with his 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE.' He guided her to his bed; it was covered in a heavy comforter, which was a rather neutral shade of khaki with white silk sheets protruding underneath. She glanced around, briefly noticing bookshelves lining the walls and a fireplace keeping the room warm. She noticed that it was unusually warm for the dungeons. There were a few chairs sitting in front of the fireplace as well, but that was all she could notice, before her lips were captured in a passionate kiss by Severus. A moan escaped her throat, as his tongue brushed her lips, silently asking for entry. She complied with his request, opening her mouth as her hands fumbled the buttons on his frock coat.

He pushed her back onto his bed, breaking their kiss. He took out his wand and vanished all of their clothing before crawling on top of her. He nipped at her neck, causing her to gasp as she entwined her hands into his hair. Severus' voice became very animalistic; he growled against her neck, "Miss Granger, when do you harvest fluxweed?"

She was mildly confused by the question's pertinence, but answered before she could even think about her response. "It must be harvested during the full moon, sir."

"Very well, and can you list the ingredients needed for the Draught of Living Death?"

As odd as it was to be answering questions about potions while she was in the middle of a tryst, she found she could not stop herself from answering, and that it had a similar effect to talking dirty. The fact that he was using a form of his teaching voice, and was talking down to her, made her wetter than she had ever imagined. "Wormwood... asphodel... sopophorus bean." She paused as a guttural moan escaped her lips as he plunged deep within her core. "And Valerian R...oh, Severus...Root."

With his thrusting becoming faster, harder, and more erratic, he asked one final question, "What, Miss Granger, is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

With her muscles clamping tightly down on his shaft, she tried to answer him in a steady and composed voice. "They are the same plant, sir." She hissed the last word as she came, muscles quivering, and her breathing heavy. He thrust into her once more as deeply as he could, before his release coated her insides. He muttered something into her neck that she did not catch.

Chapter Ten: The Softer Side of Snape

Weeks were passing rather quickly. It seemed as though Severus would be intimate and passionate when the moments were called for, but he would not initiate it. In fact, afterwards, he often acted like they never actually happened. Of course, he knew they did, and his erotic dreams haunted him with some of the things Hermione had done to him. But if he let her in, he would have to take down his protective walls. Let her see him, the real him. He was not just the snarky, ill-tempered Potions master at Hogwarts. He had not just been a spy for the Order of the Phoenix, Death Eater turned good.

There was a softer side of him; he had buried it for quite some time now. Being abused by your drunk of a father when you are not even big enough to protect yourself will crush your innocence and your soft side early on. When he got his letter from Hogwarts, he had renewed hope. Hope that he could find love, hope that he did not have to be an introspective, lonely boy any longer. His dreams were crushed yet again; the students were worse than his father! At least with his father, he would stumble into Severus's room drunk, smack him around a bit, and then leave, go pass out somewhere, and in the morning pretend it never happened. The children were relentless. They teased him about his looks, teased him about his personality, and teased him for his intelligence. He was so skinny and stringy looking because he spent most of his time shut up in a confined space.

Severus' mother had died when he was just a boy, no older than eight. She had protected him a little. Father left him alone until he reached the age of six. He beat his wife during his fits of drunken rage, but one night, Severus awoke from a nightmare crying. His father was angry then; he had been taking it out on his wife again. In his nightmare he heard high screams, and they seemed like they were coming from a woman in pain. Severus never figured out if those screams had been a dream, or if he had heard his tortured mother while he slept. It did not really matter though; his father heard his cries, and stormed into Severus' room, angier than he had been, beat the child, screamed at him to shut up, to stop screaming and to go back to sleep.

That was only the beginning. His mother had been growing weaker all the time; she could not fight back anymore. She found the beatings did not last as long if she did not fight back, just let him take his rage out on her. When just beating on his wife did not seem enough anymore, he started on his child as well. Severus' mother died by his father's hand. It was never reported to anyone who cared enough to investigate it. He was stuck with his abusive father. Most of the time, he was just locked in his room; he would stay there for days at a time. The lack of sun made his skin grow paler every day. His hair grew limp and lank from lack of proper nutrition and was caked with dirt and oil, matted to his head.

His only escape as a child was to read. He read every book he could find in the house and committed them to his memory. By the time he was able to leave his home for Hogwarts, he had read every book in the house at least twice. Some of them were dark books, which was how he had acquired such knowledge about the Dark Arts.

When Voldemort was coming into power, Severus was interested in the group. What really intrigued him was his anti-Muggle literature. He did not know much about Muggles. He was born a half-blood, and grew up in a Muggle area, but he was not allowed to go to traditional Muggle schools. His mother had taught him how to read and write and some basic skills like Math and English. His mother had taught him everything she could before she had passed away. Other things he learned from old text books he had found in the house. He would sneak out of his room sometimes, while his father was at work, and search the house for more books. Once, his father came home from work in the middle of the day, when Severus had been sneaking around. Father was furious and dragged Severus back to his room by the ear, punching him in the face and stomach a few times before he closed and locked the door, with an order not to leave until he was instructed to do so. His father stopped at the hardware store on the way home from work that day and added a lock to the door that could only be undone by him, from the outside.

Severus had joined the Death Eaters under false pretenses. The organization slowly changed from a civilized association into a cult, run by a power-hungry maniac. It was sort of like a gang though; once you joined, you were in for life. Severus could not just quit. He had seen too many members realise they had gotten in too deep, or that it had not been what they wanted. When they tried to ask to get out, sometimes they were allowed to leave, but it was a false sense of security. The Dark Lord would give them a day, maybe a week if he was feeling generous, and then he would send someone to kill and destroy the traitor for abandoning him.

Severus had learned a very early and very thorough lesson: only the weak are soft and innocent. If you let your guard down, and let people in, they were bound to disappoint and hurt you. He cared for Hermione, he really did, but he was scared. Scared that she would hurt him, scared that she would find someone young and handsome and leave him, scared that if they had children he would become abusive, just like his father had been. That was why he was always mean and angry. It was easier for people to hate him for who they thought he was, than for him to risk himself. He tried to consider it a selfless act; he was ensuring that the circle of abuse stopped with him, at least this time.

***

Hermione was concerned for Severus. It had been several weeks since their last romp. Passion had taken over for them when she had visited him in the dungeons. She was perplexed by him. He definitely was attracted to her, of that she was sure. But as soon as the moment was over, she could see his walls of defense going right back up.

He looked like he had been losing sleep lately. His skin, which had become rather healthy looking, was beginning to return to a sallow-looking state. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he seemed to be losing weight too. It was hard to tell because his robes were so big and hid his body well. She needed to talk to him, but she needed to figure out how to bring up her concerns for him. She could try to take the professional approach on it, but she was not sure if it would mean more if it was her personal concern for him. She had some serious thinking to do.

Chapter Eleven: Plotting and Pornography

In class

Winter break was nearing, and most of the students would be going home. There was another fortnight of classes before the school was mostly empty. Most of the staff would leave in the days following, save for the Headmistress and her Deputy, herself, and any Heads of House that had children staying. Maybe near Christmas would be a good time to talk to him.

She walked down the corridor to reach her classroom. There were still a few minutes before the bell rang and children flooded the halls, heading to their next destination.

Hermione lectured about the importance of exercise today, before opening the floor up for questions from the students. She had become a bit of a confidante for the students. Questions were not always about sex anymore; they asked for relationship advice, and would mention problems at home sometimes. Some of the students had taken to seeing her in the hospital wing if they needed someone to talk to for guidance.

"Miss, I was wondering. A friend of mine said that she's been seeing an older wizard, but their relationship has been kind of hard. She loves him, but he can often be distant or mean. Do you have any advice to help her cope?"

Hermione looked at Severus with a glint in her eye. "Why don't we ask Professor Snape if he has any advice for your friend? Professor?"

He glared at her with disdain, and gave her a formidable sneer. He hated when she threw him into things like this. He sighed noticeably before he tried to answer the girl. "The problem with dating someone when there is an age gap is that there is always a different level of experience between partners. Regardless of how big or small the age gap is, there is bound to be a time when they are at different places in their lives. The older you get, the less an age gap really means, because your life changes at a slower rate and becomes more stable. If you need an example of this, just look at when you were a young child. At the age of two, you may not have been able to walk without falling often, your speech wasn't very well developed at all. Yet by the age of five or six, only about three years later, you were learning how to read. About ten years from there, you were fighting with your parents, trying to show them you're old enough to take care of yourself, and trying to become your own person. Whereas, a person who is forty has barely any difference from someone who is sixty. In the Muggle world maybe there are more differences; by sixty most adults are looking forward to retirement. But in the wizarding world, when you can live a healthy life for nearly two centuries, there is hardly a difference between a forty year old and a sixty year old." He looked over at Hermione, whose eyes had become a bit glossy with unshed tears. "Is there anything you would like to add, Miss Granger?"

"No, Professor. Does that answer your question, Miss Blane?"

"Yes, thank you Miss Granger, and Professor."

"Are there any other questions today?" Hermione asked, looking about the class.

"Miss, I heard about someone losing their diaphragm, but I thought that was in your chest. How can you lose it?"

She smiled and held back a chuckle. "It's a different type of diaphragm, Mr. Smith. Some Muggle women opt to use them. They don't protect against disease, like condoms do, but they will protect against pregnancy. It is inserted into a woman's vagina, often with some sort of spermicidal that kills sperm on contact, placed along the rim of it. It takes being rather comfortable with your own body to insert and remove, but it can stay inside of you for eight hours at a time."

"Brillant, you don't even need to think ahead to do that!" "Would I have to fish it out... from down there afterwards?" "Wouldn't it be all slimy and gross?" Those were just some of the comments sprinkling the room.

Severus waved his arms over the classroom, causing silence. "I think there has been enough masturbation education for today. Class is nearly over, you are all dismissed." He sneered at the class as they rapidly packed their bags and scampered out the door. He turned to Hermione. She held her ground and stared at him stoically. "What is the meaning of making me answer inane questions about relationships? Did you think that you would find out about what you believe is going on between us by my advice to some teenaged twit?"

Cue mood music. Song "Are You In This?" by Stroke 9

Hermione did not stumble over her words, and she did not sniffle, or give an air of hurt feelings, or a want to cry. Her words came out free of all emotion, which surprised her. "I know you have passion, Severus. I've seen it on your face when we are alone, and caught in a moment. I don't know what you want, but I'm willing to respect your wishes. I don't know what you're scared of, but I wish I could quiet your fears."

Cue change in music. Song "Himerus and Eros" by The Spill Canvas

"You probably don't think you're worth my attentions, because of your dark past. I know all about your dark past, and you know what? I love you in spite of it all. The bossy little know-it-all, who wants to change the world one problem at a time. Well, this time I want my problem to be you, Severus. I don't want to help you out of pity; I don't want to spend time with you because I don't think anyone else would. I want to spend time with you because I love you; I want to help you to become a better person for yourself, and for me. If you loathe me that much, then I'll leave you alone, but if I'm right about the fact that you don't hate me, you're just scared, I want to help you through it. Even if we don't work, there will be someone out there who will love you, and need you, despite what you think you are."

Hermione climbed off her soapbox with tears in her eyes. She did not wait for a response, because she did not think she would get one. She gathered up her parchment and headed towards the door. She had a hospital wing to attend to. She swept out of the classroom in a manner that would have made Severus proud, if he had not just pushed her too far and caused her to sweep herself right out of his life.

Cue music. "The Truth" by Good Charlotte

Three days later, after dinner

Severus had taken time to think out his predicament and decide what he wanted to do. It took him a few days to get around to it, but he realised he was a right old bastard. He stole into Hogsmeade, under the pretense of needing to get some ingredients. He picked up a single red rose from the local florist, and headed up to the hospital wing to see Hermione. He opened the door softly, with the flower hidden behind his back. He did not see Hermione bustling about, so he knocked on the door to her office.

"Yes?"

He opened the door and drank in his view. She looked terrible; her hair was a mess, her make-up was smeared from her crying, and her eyes were red and puffy. "Hermione," he whispered.

"Severus," she responded coldly. He held out his flower as a peace offering.

"You were right, you know."

"What about?" she asked, determined to make him say the words and not just insinuate his ability to be a prat.

"Me." Was the only response he offered her.

"You admit that you acted the part of an ass-gremlin?"

"Yes, Hermione, I've been a huge ass-gremlin."

"And, how about a punkass, do you admit to being one of them too?"

"Yes, I was a punkass as well."

"And, how about to being a hateful, self-absorbed bastard?"

"I was a hateful, self-absorbed bastard." He sighed before he continued. "Hermione, I'll admit to being anything you want me to. I was a punkass, an ass-gremlin, a prat, the great greasy git of the dungeons. I'll admit to anything that you wish to use to define my personality and actions. I'll do any of this as long as I can keep you as my company, and we can try to figure out how to make me less of a sadistic son-of-a-bitch."

She laughed at his words. It was not a laugh of mockery, it was a laugh of relief and amusement. He loved her! She had her snarky Potions master back, and that was the greatest news she could have ever hoped for.

"I'm glad you feel that way. There is only so long a girl can cry over a heartless, old fool." She closed the gap between them, before wrapping her arms around his neck and passionately kissing the man of her dreams.

***

Notes (ch 9): A kilo is 2.2 pounds. That part was random knowledge on my part. I don't remember where I found it, but only ten percent of eleven-year-olds weigh 30 kilos, or right around 70 pounds. I think the 50 percentile was around 40 kilos.

As for that little scene at the end there, I recall reading a story recently that had a similar scene to it. I forget what it was called, but Hermione worked as a burlesque girl to pay for university. If there were a lot of similarities between the scenes it was completely unintentional and I apologise in advance.

Notes (ch 11): Thanks for everyone who read this to the end. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you noticed anything in here similar to other fanfics, I do apologize. I've read an obscene amount of it as of late, and perhaps threw together some original ideas with whatever I had read lately, unintentionally of course. This story was all in good fun; it was a bit of parody, a bit of humor and a few darker bits to keep the plot running.

I'd like to give one more gigantic thanks to my lovely betas, HP_BNC and hp4freek! Thanks for all the help that admin, and NotSoSaintly have provided me with.

Remember, a little snark makes the world go round =)

muzic

PS: In the event that you wish to vote for any fic posted in the "Sex Ed at Hogwarts" Challenge you may do so at the Potter Place yahoo group, I think around Aug 26th.

PPS: I know it's not very British to say "ass" but I suppose that was my personal vocabulary coming through. I'm notorious to refering to people as 'punkass' or 'ass-gremlin'. Punkass generally isn't a put down coming from me, but ass-gremlin generally is.