The Fatal Enchantment

Sexy Tease Show

                I got up early morning and felt like going for a swim in the Black lake. Changing from my Barbie pink pyjamas, into my , and went towards the Hogsmeade. As soon as I went to Hogsmeade, I saw none other than Barty wrapping himself in his cloak. And whatever he wrapped, it became invisible. So, the prat is using an invisibility cloak. Perfect tease solution...
I went up the mountain, where there was a waterfall, and began to strip slowly. I knew if I did it with pleasure, and in slow motion, it would tease and seduce the man out there. Take out his carnal urges... reduce him to an animal. I exposed my crossover halter neck black bikini, exposing my two waist tattoos, and took out my toiletries from the dress, which I'd hidden it there. I then began to enter the water, letting water cover the lower part gradually. And I heard a growl, a manly growl, and I knew the brat had followed me here and was walking me like a pervert.
I scrubbed my body, and wash and conditioned my hair. I came out o the water and wore the blue kaftan of mine, and decided to unveil the idiot. I went forward and then feeling the cloak, I touched it and revealed the face of Barty as he eyed me like a beast.
"Had a fun show did we?" I mocked him.

Barty's P.O.V.:-

"Had a fun show did we?" she mocked me. I noted her lips, they were wet, with water droplets, and the hair was in ringlets and appeared black in colour, while water ran down like sinews down her body. I heard a clicking sound and saw she was clicking her fingers in front of me. "Eyes up here Crouch" she said. "What are you doing with the invisibility cloak, and why did you follow me? Didn't you ever know, it's rude to stalk a girl, let alone watch her have a bath, when she's all nude."
"Yes, I had a nice show. And I can be Moody. You don't need to teach me to be one." I growled back at her.
"That's for me to decide and you to dot, dot, dot..." she sassed back. "But first and foremost, I'll have to teach you some manners as well. That's the first thing Moody has. He pays a lot of emphasis on manners. So today's lesson will be on manners. Toodles." With that she pulled off her dress dried herself and put on her previous dress and went away swaying her hips. Ugh... this girl is going to kill me without the killing curse itself!

Lexi's P.O.V.:-

I sat in the North Tower, doing my Transfiguration homework. I was working on Fienfyre curse as I sat beside Blaise, Draco and Theo in my Gryffindor house uniform. And loony Trelawney was taking lessons.
"Harry!" Ron muttered.
"What?" We all were staring at him. Harry sat up straight; he had been almost dozing off.
"I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn," said Professor Trelawney, a faint note of resentment in her voice at the fact that he had obviously not been hanging on her words.
"Born under - what, sorry?" said Harry.
"Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!" said Professor Trelawney, sounding definitely irritated that he wasn't riveted by this news. "I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth... Your dark hair... your mean stature... tragic losses so young in life... I think I am right in saying, my dear, that you were born in midwinter?"
"No," said Harry, "Lexi and I were born in July." Ron hastily turned his laugh into a hacking cough while I suppressed my giggles into a suppressing concentrating expression on my face. By the end of the class, I tease Harry about being born under the baleful influence of Saturn, to which Harry glared back at me.
"Miserable old bat," said Ron bitterly as we joined the crowds descending the staircases back to the Great Hall and dinner. "That'll take all weekend, that will..."
"Lots of homework?" said Hermione brightly, catching up with us. "Professor Vector didn't give us any at all!"
"Well, bully for Professor Vector," said Ron moodily. We reached the entrance hall, which was packed with people queuing for dinner and joined the end of the line, when a loud voice rang out behind us.
"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!" Harry, Ron, Hermione and I turned. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there, each looking thoroughly pleased about something.
"What?" said Ron shortly.
"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could hear. "Listen to this!"

FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."

Malfoy looked up. "Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?" he crowed. Everyone in the entrance hall was listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on:

Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers ("policemen") over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found, upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene.

"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?" I could see Ron shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him.
"Get stuffed, Malfoy," said Harry. "C'mon, Ron..."
"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Malfoy. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"
"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry - both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from launching himself at Malfoy - "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?" Malfoy's pale face went slightly pink.
"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter."
"Keep your fat mouth shut, then," said Harry, turning away.
"Both of you boys keep your bloody mouths shut!" I snapped. "Draco."
"What? What did you call me?" said Draco.
"Draco. Isn't that your name, or it's your pseudo name? Well shut up about molly and Arthur, and you Harry shut up about Narcissa. You won't like it if he insults our mother now will you." Harry looked at me bewildered. So did Draco. "Now come along." I huffed.
Soon after dinner we went our own way. I went to the library and borrowed a book namedFiend Magic by Valerie Brown nee Scamander and went to the Gryffindor common room and began to read it. Looks like Barty gave Neville a book on Herbology on Mediteranean plants. That brat is clearly up to something. He's alright now. Soon Harry, Ron and Hermione came and sat with us.
"You all right, Neville?" Harry asked him.
"Oh yes," said Neville, "I'm fine, thanks. Just reading this book Professor Moody lent me..." He held up the book: Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean. "Apparently, Professor Sprout told Professor Moody I'm really good at Herbology," Neville said. There was a faint note of pride in his voice which was rarely heard there before. "He thought I'd like this." Telling Neville what Professor Sprout had said, had been a very tactful way of cheering Neville up, for Neville very rarely heard that he was good at anything. It was the sort of thing Remus would have done.
"Well idiots, I need to leave. Have to plan upcoming lessons with Professor Moody." I said. "He's helping me with Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for N.E.W.T.s"
"Oh yes, how can we all forget, the assistant of his, whom he can't stop himself from checking out." muttered Harry. What!
"What!" I said.
"Don't what us. I've also seen the man checking you out, like some peace of hot juicy steak. The man has hots for you." said Ron.
"I'm sorry but I have to agree with Harry and Ron in this, he does check you out like some hot goddess Aprodhite in front of him. Like he's controlling himself from losing control of his urges." Hermione said. Ugh! These guys can go and fuck themselves to hell.
"You can go and fuck yourselves in hell. I have work to do." I said. Saying that, I went up and had a nice shower, and changed into my and went to Barty's class.
When I went to his office, he was working on his Polyjuice Potion. The idiot better hide his cauldron.
"Today I shall teach you some manners. That starts with manners at the dining table." I said. "Dobby!" I said. Immediately Dobby appeared and brought the dinner I had told him to bring and lay it on the table. It was a Mince-Pie Manhattan cocktail drink and some sesame glazed chicken wings for me, and a proper dinner for Barty. I conjured some hermes scarves and tied it on his elbows and conjured some robes and tied his back to his chair. Getting up from my place, I put my hands in his inner thigh and separated the two legs. I shifted my hands and cupped his face and jerked it upwards.
"This is how Alastor Moody sits when he has food." I said. and then on I kept on instructing him.

Barty's P.O.V.:-

Her lips moved. Soon she tied me up with ropes and scarves. What the Merlin is she doing! Wait, is planning a lap dance! If so, I don't mind being tied to the chair. I'll really enjoy her give me the lap dance, especially after the show I saw today morning in the waterfall area. Live seduction show. If this is another such show, then I don't mind it at all. She was wearing all black, and her wrist had a spikes wrist band, giving her a badass woman charming appearance. The way she walked, or strutted said that she meant business. She came and put her hands in my inner thighs, as I felt my face get heated up. A bolt of electric sparks rushed through my veins, as I got goosebumps, as the girl separated the two legs. Is she going to unzip my trousers now! But no such thing happened. Salazar! When is she going to stop teasing me!
"This is how Alastor Moody sits when he has food." She said and began to instruct me as I struggled with keeping the elbows off the table, and from bending, as she instructed and guided me, at times, holding my hand and guiding me the way it should be. This girl knew Moody better than me. I need to meet the Lord soon. But for some unknown reason, I didn't feel like telling about this girl to the dark Lord, I felt like protecting her from his clutches.