The Halfhwit's Plan (The H is not silent)

Dinner was underway, and Impostor Moody was had gone for nearly 12 minutes without a sip of his Polyjuice Potion. If my observations were correct, he had only a minute or so before he would have to get more. Which meant one thing.

"It's time," I said. Padma put her drink down. Looking accross the Hall at the table full of professors.

"It's too early in the year for this," said Padma. She stood up, hiking up her skirt so it was only a few threads above the bottom of her ass. She really had been exercising over the summer. I did feel sorry, that she would have to parade herself, and dumb herself down to be a much more simple person than she was. But we only had so many options.

"Calm down Idius," said Padma, "I'll be fine." She had read me. She probably knew exactly what I was thinking. I shook my head, and Padma was off.

Padma walked straight to the table, just a few spots over from Dumbledore, shaking her ass all the way. She had so many eyes on her. Dumbledore was staring enough to make one think he didn't play for the other team. Moody was still chewing away at a large slab of meat. Speaking nonsense about dark wizards. He stopped as he saw Padma stroll up.

Padma showed no shame, as she sat her ass upon the table and raised a single leg up. The amount of skin she showed was ridiculous. Professor Moody looked, his eyes running up from toe to the edge of her crotch.

"Mrs. Patil," said Professor Mcgonagall? Padma paid her no mind.

"Can you believe Parvati was saying she has better legs than me Professor," said Padma. Professor Moody shook his head as his eyes fell to more appropriate places.

"What in God's name," said Moody.

"Exactly," said Padma. I could see the interest of Mad Eye Moody die instantly.

"Sure Parvati's boobs are bigger than mine, but she doesn't have an ass like mine." I saw the tables mouths widen in unison. This was working. "I mean, you can bounce a Galleon off it." I was already planning on it later.

"That is enough young woman," said Professor Mcgonagall, "what has gotten into you?" Padma's face was growing worried, because she was driving herself into a corner. This was the first time I saw Moody reach for his flask. Which he wouldn't find. He began to search around him frantically. And Padma reacted.

"She doesn't even know how to give a good blowjob," said Padma, "zero attention to the balls." The comment stopped Moody for a moment. Before a small distortion of his face caused him to move away from the table entirely. Padma gave pursuit.

"Leave me alone," said Professor Moody. He moved at a speed Padma couldn't match, but she had already done her job. It was me and Michaels turn now.