Chapter Nine: A Private Moment

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Chapter Nine: A Private Moment

Hermione

I suppose I'd better get up. Snape needs to know what I discovered last night, preferably before class. I hope he's in a more serious mood this morning.

Hmm. I never thought I'd think that about Snape.

Right, no-one seems to be around. I'll just slip out and sneak over to his cottage.

Come on, Snape. Answer the bloody door. I can't afford to knock any louder or wait out here too long. Someone might come along. Oh, well, he did give me a key for a reason. If you haven't opened the door in sixty seconds, Snape, I'm coming in.

It's quiet in here. Perhaps he's still asleep? Not like him – usually he's an early riser. Wait a minute, there's something going on in the bedroom. Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing? Wet slapping noises and heavy breathing. Good grief, he's got a woman in there! I know it's not polite to giggle, but the thought of Snape with a woman!

Bitch.

I should go. I really should.

Dammit, I can't help it. Just a quick peek. What sort of woman would shag Snape?

Foolish, know-it-all Gryffindors, maybe. But he's Seth at the moment. Any number of women would have him. Wonder who?

Oh, my! He's alone. He's naked. He's naked and he is... he is... Oh, my!

My usually miserable, foul-tempered, ex-Death Eater professor is lying naked on his bed, one hand cupping his balls, and the other stroking a rather impressive erection. Thank Merlin his eyes are closed. Look at those lovely, thick eyelashes, and soft, full lips. Don't know how I missed them before. Probably because his mouth is usually busy berating some poor student or taunting me.

I have to go before he catches me staring. He'll kill me if he finds out I've seen his bits.

Who am I kidding? I can't take my eyes off him. Where the hell did that bitter, mean-spirited wizard get that body from? It didn't look too bad under the Muggle clothes, but... wow! Not that I've seen any naked, aroused men before, but I'm sure penises aren't usually that thick and long. To think that fits there...

Okay. Not a good idea to squeeze my thighs together protectively. It felt rather good. Oh, just did it again. The man's a bad influence. But what a man!

So, that's what it looks like when a man comes. Amazing. I'm feeling all hot and bothered now. He's just lying there, come all over his fist and stomach, body limp, eyes still closed, and an expression of bliss on his face. That's Professor Snape? He's just ruined my nice, comfortable asexual image of him.

Bastard.

Who am I trying to kid? I've been lusting after him for weeks, and after that night at Grimmauld Place I know damn well he has real blood running in his veins instead of ice.

I'd better get out of here before he comes to his senses. I still have to talk to him. I suppose I could slip out and knock on the door again – give him time to clean up and act as if he's just been asleep.

On second thoughts, he's never missed an opportunity to humiliate or deride us. Why am I being so soft? Now is the perfect opportunity. He might kill me, but it will be worth it, knowing I've died for a worthy cause. Embarrassing Snape.

And another peek wouldn't hurt.

Now, that's convenient. He must have set the coffee going before his little interlude in the bedroom. How organised is that? A cup each, I think.

***

Severus

Why does my recalcitrant cock choose this morning to remind me of its presence? I know I haven't given it any attention for a few days. I can't remember the last time I actually had a woman – it was so long ago. Probably some nondescript whore in Knockturn Alley, paid for by Lucius in a fit of supercilious pity for his dour, unattractive friend. No wonder I don't recall any details.

At least my libido has started reasserting itself. Spending all my time trying to stay alive over the years was not conducive to a healthy sex life. A quick wank from time to time had to suffice. Stress will do that to a man. Erections were few and far between, but the occasional orgasm did wonders for my mood. Not that the little brats would have ever known. It would never occur to their pea-sized brains that the only reason they hadn't lost an inordinate number of points that day was because I'd spent a little longer in the shower that morning. Probably would have totally fucked with their minds. Should have told them, really.

Coffee time. Hmm, wandering around the cottage naked with a raging erection is deliciously sinful. I think it's time to treat myself to a decent, unrushed orgasm for a change.

No. Still no queues of eager women lining up at my bedroom door. I suppose I'll have to settle for my trusty fist. It's reliable, experienced, and has never let me down. Better than a woman, really.

Now, I'll just get comfortable. Which one shall I use today? Ah, my favourite. Long, red hair; slender, supple body; green eyes looking at me accusingly...

No, perhaps not her then.

Curly hair, brown eyes, waving hand.

Pervert.

My hand alone will have to do. Oh, yes, that's the way, long, slow strokes to start with, up and over the head. I'm so good at this. Comes from plenty of practice since the war ended, you wanker. Oh, shut up and give your balls some attention. Mmm, just a gentle squeeze. Oh... oh... yes!

What? Soft footsteps, subtle floral fragrance. It's her. What the fuck is she doing in my cottage at this hour? I should stop, but dammit, it feels so good.

So good. Go on, Granger, watch if you dare. The professor is otherwise engaged.

Up and down.

Oh gods, why don't I do this more often? My cock feels so good in my hand. My hand feels so good on my cock. Oh... yes!

I can't believe she's still standing there, watching. Any other girl of her age would have turned tail and ran, but not Granger. Bloody Gryffindors. At least I'm putting on a good show, if the flush in her cheeks and squirming is anything to go by.

Oh, gods, it feels good. Up and down. Up and down.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster!

I'm coming!

I'm coming, and a nineteen-year-old student is watching!

Yes! Yes! Fuck, YES!

Gods, that was amazing. I see she's gone. Too much for her, I suppose. Perhaps I'm an old pervert at heart, after all; having an audience certainly seemed to enhance the experience.

***

Hermione

"Ahem."

Yes, Snape, that's right. Here I am in your bedroom with coffee, and you're lying there naked, floppy, and sticky.

"Ready for coffee?"

It's bloody hard to keep a straight face as if I regularly share coffee with semen-splattered men.

He's taking this awfully well. Too well. Only a split second of horror on his face and he's back to Mr Inscrutable. Oh, come on, Snape. You're not even going to wipe yourself with a tissue or cover up? Tough guy, huh? And the eyebrow. Fine, just drink the coffee as if nothing untoward has occurred. Your student hasn't just witnessed you masturbating, and you're not stark naked in front of her.

Smart arse.

Nice arse, actually. There I go again. And why can't I stop looking at his penis?

"You're up and about early this morning, Granger."

Oh, so now he states the obvious. Why is he not the least concerned that he has been caught at an extremely private moment? Or is he just refusing to admit he's concerned, just to mess with my mind? Probably.

Bastard.

"I had something urgent I needed to report to you, but as you had your hands full when I arrived..."

I'll take any opportunity to smirk at him for once.

"So it appears. Do you usually walk into men's bedrooms unannounced?"

What do I say? I can't stop looking at his groin where his penis appears to be lengthening once more. Is he becoming aroused simply by sitting naked before me? Or is that normal for a man? He certainly responded to my breasts after that water fight. Hell, I'm way out of my league here.

Some Gryffindor I am. Had to run away into the sitting room like a damn Hufflepuff just because he was getting erect again and didn't care if I saw it. That's a change from tossing a book into your lap, Professor. I suppose he's on home ground here.

Come on, get dressed and let me get out of here. Or don't get dressed. I'll be tough and put up with it.

Thank Merlin, he's finally finished. Showered too, that was quick. Should have spent a few minutes longer in there; those trousers don't look very comfortable stretched like that. Pity the mask is back in place. He's all buttoned up and repressed again.

"So, what was so urgent you had to disturb my morning routine?"

I swear he's mocking me.

"Routine? That's your routine? Pleasuring yourself?"

I can't help it. Sometimes my mouth runs away with me.

"Wanking, Granger. I'm a man. We wank. We don't pleasure ourselves. Now, is there anything else you would like to know about my personal habits, or can we get on with business?"

Who is he, and what has he done with Severus Snape? I never thought I would hear that sort of expression from his lips, even in his Seth persona. Perhaps living Muggle-style has loosened him up a little. I see his trousers haven't loosened any – the man has stamina, have to give him that.

"Some time soon would be useful. I don't have all day."

Now, rudely interrupting my ogling, that's the Severus Snape I know and love. Just an expression. I still think he's a first class git I just happen to fancy shagging. I must concentrate on the information I have to pass on and forget about what I now know lurks under his layers. It's hard work.

***

"I went to have a shower last night when I returned to the house. Oh, stop smirking, I didn't tell you that for your personal enjoyment.

"Anyway, when I entered the shower stall..."

"Now, you're telling me you were naked and expecting me not to visualise."

"Get your mind out of your trousers, Snape. If you keep up that train of thought, you won't fit in them any longer."

"Hmm. True. So, there you were, naked in the shower. Is this going anywhere, or are you just deliberately tormenting me?"

"Well, I must admit it's rather enjoyable watching the great Professor Snape at the mercy of his inner pervert, but I did discover something important. There were definite traces of magic in the bathroom. Strong enough for me to notice without any need for a spell."

"Any idea who had been in there before you?"

"No, but I've narrowed it down to Morag McConnachie, Denise Stewart, or Katrina Wallace. They are the only senior girls who use that bathroom who I couldn't account for. Can you check out their records for any clues as to their backgrounds?"

"Yes. They're all in my fifth-year class. I'll find a reason to need the class's records. And you can try talking to them; see if you can find out anything else."

"Okay. Well, I'll leave you to your perverted mind, then. Don't have too much fun without me."

***

Snape

She's gone. At last I can deal with this little problem in peace. Not so little, are you, my friend?

I must remember to double lock the front door next time I have needs to fulfil. Or, then again, perhaps not. She almost sounded as if she wanted to stay and watch again. Or participate.

Wishful thinking, pervert. She's just teasing me. Fucking know-it-all knows exactly how she affects me. I'm never going to be able to look Minerva in the eye when we return to Hogwarts. Wonder if I'll be allowed to eat every meal in my quarters? Either that or pleasure myself several times a day so I don't betray myself with a bloody erection every time I see the witch.

Oh, that's good. This could easily become a habit. Well, more of a habit.

Yesss!

That's better. Perhaps it will behave itself for a while.

Fuck. Nearly missed breakfast!

***

A/N: This story was written for the Severus Big Bang Birthday Bash on LiveJournal. Thank you to karelia for looking it over for me and the girls at work for all their input.