Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 6 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 6

... Dumbledore,” I cried, eyes wide with mock earnestness. “But the schoolyard is filled with trolls and dementors. I came in here to be safe. Please don’t send me back out there!” “Ha!” he cried with a smile. “I was wrong to match wits with an expert. I presume you’re very adept at rebuffing Hermione Granger jibes.” “You don’t know the half of it, Mr Smith,” I smiled ruefully, taking a seat opposite him at the lunch table. “Not long until the wedding, Jeannie,” he said, changing the subject. “Oh, don’t remind me,” I rolled my eyes, talking around a cheekful of chicken-and-salad-on-wheat. “I still have a million things to do: bridesmaid gifts, bonbonniere, table centrepieces, speeches. I still don’t have my vows finalised!” “Well we’re here to help,” he said with obvious irony. “On a related note, we have the Sponge-Toss booth prepared in honour of your pending nuptials.” “Oh dear,” I cringed, but I was grinning too because I sensed I was becoming the target of another joke. “Should I worry? What have you done?” “All will become clear when you show up for your turn in the booth,” he said, eyes glinting with mischievous humour. I wasn’t too worried though, what’s the worst they could do? I didn’t think they’d go so far as to supply cream pies to throw at me. It was probably just a few metres of white tulle wrapped around the booth. After lunch, I steeled myself for the assault on the senses that would be the Muck-Up Day Fair, over two-hundred senior students, many of them still ...

... drunk from last night’s party, yelling and cavorting through the rides and sideshows distributed around the school oval. I wasn’t disappointed either. It was every bit as frenzied and raucous as I imagined, but in a strange way it was also pleasing. With a shiver I thought back to my own Muck-Up Day with kids passed out in the corners and others defacing the school. The fair gives the kids a focus, and that focus was on harmless, wholesome fun. I almost expected Danny and Sandy from the movie Grease to come dancing through singing “ You’re The One That I Want” . I walked around for a few minutes, gaping in wide-eyed wonder at what the organising committee had managed to put together (with the help of countless parent volunteers). There were stalls selling fast-food, popcorn, fairy-floss, funny hats, and glow sticks. There were sideshows with a Lucky Wheel, Madame Zelda’s palm reading, Guess Your Weight, and of course the Sponge Toss – not yet adorned with whatever wedding-themed decoration they had planned for me. And then there were the rides. Not tame little merry-go-rounds like they have in local street fairs; no sir, these were the real deal, exciting thrill rides like The Octopus, Rock Star, and The Enterprise – anything that can be mounted on the back of a truck. “C’mon Miss Granger,” yelled a passing senior in a Slutty Nurse costume as she grabbed my hand. “I need a gal-pal for Rock Star; the boys need a different dress to look up.” It took a moment for me to recognise ...