Then he said them a little louder.He sat up startled when he felt the shield form around the cart. He chuckled softly and said, “I need a good repai... spell.” The pages flipped again, and it took him several minutes to practice the pronunciation of several words before he tried to say it correctly.He heard the cart groan a little and noticed that the rough timber sides now looked smooth and polished. “Now I just need to keep the dirt off it,” he mumbled. He grinned when the book again flipped. "I didn't think Crabbe could move so fast," said Patty, slightly sickened by the way the boy's fat jiggled."Is that really necessary?"Montague turned to see Snape, who had walked onto the pitch unnoticed. "Is there some purpose to the exercise?" continued the potions master.Montague considered his reply. He was a somewhat unusual student, having long adopted a practice of being candid with teachers. Years earlier he had had an exchange with Snape along the following lines:Snape: Mr. Montague,. You moaned with approval as your hand was gently but with increasing speed moving up and down my cock. I was getting very hard very fast. I moved my lips to your other nipple. Your body was moving and twisting with extreme passion now. I moved my tongue down the center of you body slowly but with purpose. My mouth had one goal. I finally reach my desired place and immediately wrapped my lips around your clit with my tongue making contact as my lips closed. Your body jerked and you moaned. Sandy was home when I got back."Oh. There you are! I was wondering where you went." Sandy chirped as I came in the front door."I had to run a special errand. I got a call from the bank. The mortgage hasn't been paid. I had to write a check and hand carry it down there. I was very embarrassed." Frowning, I faced her squarely and looked her in the eye."Oh. I thought I mailed them a check last week." A bead of sweat broke out on her upper lip as she spoke. She knew that she had forgotten to pay.