Chapter Fifty-Two: Technique

Rated for sexually explicit language, content, and some very mild slashiness.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Technique

Sunday, 14 March 1999

"McGonagall, come in."

"Snape!" Gareth grinned at him. "I was very glad to get your owl. I had to get out of the house. Living with two witches, even ones I love, is driving me batty."

"I wasn't expecting you so soon," Severus said, closing the door.

"I brought some beer," Gareth replied, holding out a canvas bag, its contents clanking together. "Gluffy's at the estate again, Mum's in one of her moods where she locks herself in her study and doesn't come out, and Hermione's moping about pretending to practise her Animagus exercises, but basically just being bitchy...sorry, Severus, but even the best of witches can get that way sometimes. Nothing pleases her. I offer her tea, she wants coffee; I make soup and cheesy toast for lunch, and she asks what else there is. I tell her if she wants something different, she can do the cooking, and she rolls her eyes and goes off to pout in her room. I try to be more than just her Arithmancy master and be her friend, but she makes it very difficult sometimes. I forgot how moody teenagers can be. By the time she went off in her sulk, I felt like having her organise our parchments and then perform multiple variant calculations on the names and birth dates of everyone in the Ministry just to give her a taste of what an apprenticeship could be like for her. But I didn't. I let her pout a while, then I brought her a bar of chocolate and told her I was going out."

Severus put the canvas bag on the small table toward the back of the room and took out two beers, handing one to Gareth and opening the other for himself, then taking a seat in the wooden chair across from him, the table behind him.

Gareth grinned. "Becoming a beer-drinker, Snape?"

"It is still early. I do not wish to drink anything stronger. Besides, I went to a party on Friday night and drank too much."

"Did you get a bit squiffy, Snape?" Gareth asked, amused.

Severus quirked a crooked smile. "A bit. I was a little indiscreet with Poppy, I'm afraid."

"Really? At the party?"

"No, not at the party." Severus felt like rolling his eyes. "In the stairwell. And then again in a side corridor."

"You two did it in the stairway?" Gareth sounded astounded.

"No, of course not." Severus smirked. "Very nearly, though. We waited until we reached a more secluded corridor."

Gareth shook his head and took a swig of beer. "Sounds like you and Poppy have quite a thing going."

Severus shrugged. "I suppose, but I don't know what that thing is. I thought it was just . . . just fucking. Just one night. A . . . a tryst, to put it less crudely. It's become a fling, I guess. But 'fling' always sounded so carefree and unsubstantial to me, and this doesn't feel that way. It's so good, McGonagall. When I am with her . . . it's hard to describe. I don't have the words. And it's not just the sex. That's very, very good, but just being with her . . . I feel . . . I feel calm . . . safe." He sighed.

Gareth finished his beer and Summoned another. "Sounds like you're getting more involved with her than you thought you would."

Severus nodded shortly. "It's not possible, though."

"Why not?"

"She wouldn't be interested. And we are agreed that if either of us begins to see someone else, we will stop having sex. That's all it is. Just sex. She doesn't want more. She even said that if I had the opportunity for a tryst with another witch, and I wanted to take advantage of it, I should, as long as it wasn't dating, in which case we'd have to stop seeing each other first. She wouldn't have said that if she wanted more."

"Oh." Gareth took a swallow of beer, his brow knit in thought. "And what did you tell her?"

"I knew it wouldn't be fair of me to ask her not to have sex with someone else if she wanted to, so I told her the same thing."

"And her response?"

"That she didn't think she'd be doing that. But she doesn't sleep around casually, McGonagall. She isn't that sort of witch."

"Still . . . I don't know whether the two of you have a life-long romance or not, but you might want to begin consider redefining your relationship. Talk to her about it. You keep saying 'it's just fucking,' but you act like it's far more than that to you, even if that is what draws you to her again and again."

"It is so good . . . I shouldn't say anything to you. I know how you feel about her."

Gareth shrugged. "It's no great unrequited love, but I do envy you. I never believed I had any chance with her, so don't worry about me. Besides, there are other witches in the world. If you want more with Poppy, I say, go for it."

"But . . . I'm in love with Hermione," Severus said.

"Are you? Or do you love her as a friend? She is an attractive girl, no doubt about it. You have been leading such an isolated life for so long, her friendship has been very important to you. You almost died. You would have died except Uncle Albus and Hermione were there and saved you, and then when you think you're dying, what is it you see that gives you comfort? Hermione's face. That's got to affect a man, not to mention that she clearly has a kind of crush on you. It wouldn't be surprising if you developed a thing for her. It doesn't mean you're in love with her."

"I am," Severus said vehemently, opening another beer and flinging the beer cap across the room.

Gareth was quiet for a minute, then he said, "All right. Then don't get too close to Poppy. For her sake. She may know that it's just a short-term relationship, a fling, as you put it, but that doesn't mean that she couldn't begin to feel more for you. You need to make sure it stays just sex. Don't get too close to her. Even having sex frequently might lead to that, so be careful. You don't want to hurt her."

Severus scowled at his beer bottle.

"And if you don't like that, then you need to reevaluate everything, my friend. What you want for yourself and what you want with Poppy. And whether your feelings for Hermione are incompatible with that."

"And if they are?"

Gareth shrugged. "You need to decide that. I have probably said and done too much already."

"No, no, you haven't. You have been a good friend, McGonagall," Severus said with a sigh. "I don't know if anything will ever happen between me and Hermione. She is still very young, and I still want my freedom."

"Freedom to do what?"

Severus was quiet for a moment. "To fuck attractive witches." He raised his eyes to meet Gareth's. "Not a very pleasant admission, is it?"

"And what other attractive witches do you have your eye on, other than Poppy?"

"None at the moment. There really aren't very many to choose from."

"I'm sure there must be some. According to you, you're just looking for sex, after all...no strings sex...so you don't have to be too picky."

"Why? Poppy and I can have sex. As long as we are doing it, why fuck some second-rate witch whom I don't like? You're almost as bad as your uncle, though in a different way. Last night he was trying to think of a witch to fix me up with...not just for sex, though, I'm sure."

"No, that wouldn't be like Uncle Albus. He seems to think that all sex should be deeply meaningful. Tries to offer his own misspent youth as an object lesson in the values of chastity, constancy, and moderation. 'Settling down' seems to be a virtue of its own to him." Gareth looked slightly amused.

"Hmmpf. It's easy for him to say that. He has Minerva," Severus said.

"You have a bit of a thing for her, don't you?"

"What?" Severus asked, aghast.

"You have a bit of a thing for Aunt Minerva. I can see it. You fancy her. And even when you were being your most bastardly, you would always do whatever she asked. You would look up at her, you would go all gooey, and she had you," Gareth said with a smirk.

"I do not have a bit of a 'thing' for Minerva, and I do not go 'gooey' over anyone," Severus said stiffly. "We were Heads of House together for many years. I am her Deputy. She is a friend. Do not sully our relationship by suggesting such a thing."

"That's all right, Snape. She's a pretty remarkable witch. I'm not saying it like it's a bad thing," Gareth replied. "She's very fond of you, too, I can tell. Probably looks at you like a son."

"That is even more ridiculous." Severus took a swig of beer, thinking that that was a particularly disgusting thought, given that they had made love when he was afflicted by the Actus Adfectus Amor Verissimus. "We are close friends. I am friends with both her and Albus, and for a long time, my relationship with Albus was complicated in a way that my relationship with Minerva was not."

"So, have you made any progress practising that spell?" Gareth asked, changing the subject.

"I haven't had very much time to practise. I went to the party on Friday night, then yesterday was busy, and there was a Quidditch match in the afternoon. In the evening, I counselled a troubled student, and then after curfew, I was with Poppy. Today it's been busy, as well. I didn't have any time until just after lunch today. I gave it a try before you arrived."

"And the results?" Gareth asked, interested.

"It was difficult, as you said," Severus admitted. "It was not successful."

"What happened?"

"It didn't take properly. When I came, I had a small ejaculation, and the orgasm was weak, as well." He set down his empty beer bottle and opened a new one, then handed another to Gareth.

"Did you examine the diagrams and really read the instructions?" Gareth asked.

"I do not require an anatomy lesson, and yes, I read the instructions," Severus said, put out. He might not have as much experience with sex as McGonagall, but he certainly understood the mechanisms of it.

"You'll get it. You can try it again now, if you want," Gareth said with a grin. "I could watch and comment on your technique."

"Hmmpf. You would enjoy that, wouldn't you, McGonagall?"

"I have to admit I would."

"I do not masturbate in front of others," Severus said coldly.

Gareth, ignoring his tone, looked him up and down. "Was that a request? Because I would be quite happy to lend a hand."

"I am perfectly capable of practising on my own," Severus said.

Gareth tilted his head and gave a little shrug. "I could give you advice. And if you were successful, I could provide a little variety for you. Masturbating becomes rather dull after the first couple orgasms, believe it or not."

"I don't know if I can now, anyway. It was just before you arrived." He didn't really think that he wanted to have sex with Gareth, though he supposed that the other wizard might be able to offer him some advice. It was also oddly titillating to think that Gareth still found him attractive and wanted to watch him.

"Give it a shot. As I say, I'd be happy to lend a hand. Or tongue. Or other body part."

Severus unbuttoned his trousers. He stared at Gareth as he pulled out his penis. "Pointers?" he asked.

Gareth looked at Severus's penis and shifted in his seat. "Um, first, you should have a full erection."

"I did the last time," Severus said. "Almost made myself come thinking about Poppy whilst I did it, and then I remembered to stop and cast the spell."

"You should do it sooner than that...partly because you need to be able to concentrate enough, but then, too, you don't have to worry about stopping, you can just let go."

"You would like to watch, wouldn't you?"

"Not if it makes you uncomfortable, Severus," Gareth said softly. "If you want to practise now, I am happy to leave you alone and head back down to Hogsmeade, or stay and touch you myself. I do like to touch you, you know."

Severus said, "I don't know if I can do it in front of you. Just sit there and be quiet."

Severus closed his eyes, blanking out his awareness of the wizard sitting across from him, then he took his cock in his hand and began to pull and stroke as he thought of Poppy. Poppy, naked, letting him suckle her breasts as he rubbed her pussy. She wanted him, she wanted him very badly. Sexy, hot, Poppy . . .

He almost forgot the spell again, but he remembered before he became too aroused, and as he cast it, feeling it tingle through his cock all the way deep into his groin, he opened his eyes. Gareth was there, sitting across from him still. He smiled at Severus.

"Very nice, Snape," Gareth said with a nod of approval.

"Now it's your turn, McGonagall," Severus whispered.

Gareth made a move toward him. Severus shook his head. "That is not what I meant," Severus said, stroking his cock languidly.

"Ah. I see."

Gareth took off his sporran and placed it on the floor beside his chair, then he unbuckled his kilt and folded it back. His penis was already partially erect. Gareth gazed at Severus as he took himself in his hand and squeezed, then began to stroke upwards, spreading his legs and taking his balls in his other hand, cupping them and rolling them lightly.

"Spell?" Gareth asked.

Severus nodded. "If you like."

Gareth cast it. This time, Severus was paying more attention, and he noticed that Gareth seemed to give his cock a little squeeze as he cast and that there was an extremely brief, almost imperceptible glow.

"You squeezed," Severus said.

"Just a habit. I don't do a lot of wandless magic, other than in Arithmancy. I find it helps me focus my magic."

"There was a little glow I hadn't noticed before."

"Yes. It was probably too light in the room the last time I cast it on you. I didn't notice it myself for quite a while, but it is always there, I think."

"What colour is it? I didn't quite see."

"Kind of yellowish, I think. Or gold. Why?"

Severus rolled his eyes and Gareth laughed.

"Never seen you do that before," Gareth said, choking.

"What?"

"Roll your eyes. Such a drama queen, Snape!"

"I am not a drama queen!"

"Right. So what's with the eye-rolling?" Gareth asked.

"I didn't roll my eyes, either. But just when I think you might be exceptional for a mere Arithmancer, you ask a question like that."

"If I didn't ask, I'd never know. Which is more stupid? I hope your pedagogical methods are better in a classroom of kids, Snape," Gareth said good-naturedly.

"When you do Arithmancy, you cast transmutations, reductions, and expansions. There are a certain range of colours that each of those can take. You have probably noticed that as the spell is taking effect, the colour will shift slightly as it affects the calculation. I am sure you have some sense after practising Arithmancy for so long what the shift means and what you can expect from the transmutation...and, in deference to your sense of injured pride, I will admit that the shifts would mean nothing to me. I only know that they are there."

"Yes, I'm introducing the concept to Hermione, but there is no shift in colour with this spell. I don't think I've noticed it with any regular spells, in fact."

"There is actually a slight, but almost undetectable, shift for most Transfigurations and Healing spells when they take effect, and even for many charms and other spells. It's brief, practically instantaneous, and is usually very close to the same colour of the spell...if the spell even has a colour itself...so it's usually only detectable using special means, unlike in Arithmancy, where it's obvious."

Gareth knit his brow, his cock forgotten, though still in his hand. "Why? Why so obvious in Arithmancy and not in other kinds of magic?"

Severus shrugged. "Your mother would probably know, or Dumbledore. I have only made a study of it because of my work at trying to mask spells, making one spell look like a different one. It also can make a spell more effective if you understand how it resonates. It becomes more focussed and stronger. Knowing that this spell is a pale gold should help me to cast it more effectively."

"You should take an apprentice yourself, Snape," Gareth said, taking a swallow of beer.

Severus snorted. "As though anyone would trust a Death Eater...or a Death Eater's apprentice...particularly with Potions."

Gareth tilted his head noncommittally and reached for his beer. "That's a discussion for another time. I'm beginning to wilt. The discussion of spell theory is mentally stimulating but not very titillating."

"I want to see you unwilt, McGonagall," Severus said, "then I want to see you come."

Gareth began to stroke himself again, quickly becoming fully erect, then his eyes closed. His breathing heavy, he said, "Talk to me, Snape."

Severus hesitated only a moment, trying to think of what to say to a man, then he said, his voice low and silky, "You must be proud of that cock of yours, McGonagall. It's very big and you know how to fuck with it. You even fucked me, McGonagall, stuck your cock right up my arse and fucked me till I came. Your cock was right up my virgin arse, and you're so good, you made me come even though I don't like cocks. But I liked yours. And now you're letting me watch you masturbate until you come. Do you think I find it exciting to watch you masturbate? I actually do. I never would have imagined it could be exciting, but watching you pull your cock...yes, come, come, Gareth!"

Gareth's cock twitched and pulsed as he came without ejaculating. Severus had been lightly stroking his own erection as he watched Gareth, and now he stroked harder, closing his eyes.

"And now I'm going to come, McGonagall. Fuck, I'm coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Severus came hard, but the spell was a success, and he didn't ejaculate. He opened his eyes and smiled at Gareth, not a toothy grin, but still, a broad smile for Severus.

"Very good, Snape," Gareth said. "Don't be disappointed, though, if it gives out with the next orgasm."

"You are even more of a pessimist than I am sometimes, McGonagall."

"I'm not saying that it will, and even if it does, you have got the spell essentially mastered, and it's just a matter of getting it to last until you release it."

"Hmmpf. That happened to you, didn't it? It worked but gave out early?"

"Yes, on the third orgasm, so don't feel bad. You're already doing better than I did...and maybe if you hadn't waited so long to cast it the first time you did, it would have taken. You are a very fast learner, Snape."

"I told you," Severus said smugly. "What next?"

"You want me to do anything for you? I could think of a few things." He licked his lips.

"What do you think about when you masturbate?" Severus asked.

"Most of the time, nothing much. I just concentrate on the sensation. If I'm in a relationship, I might think about that person. If I'm not in a relationship, then sometimes I think about a particularly good lover, or I imagine being with someone I lust after."

"Talk to me, McGonagall," Severus said in a low voice. "Talk to me about a witch you fucked. Tell me everything you did. I want to come whilst you tell me about what you did."

"Mmm, all right," Gareth said. "Imagine this. Gorgeous, tall Mediterranean beauty. Olive skin, long, wavy black hair, nice round arse. I met Lieke at a party, though I'd seen her around before that. There was a big pool, and she was in this little tiny Muggle bathing suit."

"What were her breasts like?"

"Oh, they were wonderful. Full but firm, and her tan could be called seamless. She must have sunbathed naked. And her nipples were big and dark. But I didn't see them yet. I saw them later. I followed her into the house when she went to find more ice..."

"Were there other people there?"

"Yes, but they were all at the pool. I followed her into the kitchen. She turned and saw me. I was getting quite the erection just looking at her, thinking what we could be doing together. It was very evident because I was wearing only my swimming shorts. She looked me up and down and asked me if I need some ice for my swelling."

Severus smirked.

"I told her that I'd rather suffer unless I could relieve it in another way," Gareth said. "She walked up to me, right there in the kitchen, and said that she thought she might be able to help with that. She tugged once on that little top of hers, and it fell right off. I took those gorgeous breasts in my hands and licked her tits as she pushed off the rest of her suit. I took her down to the floor..."

"In the kitchen?" Severus asked.

"Oh, yes, right there in the kitchen. I started licking and kissing her body all the way down to her cunt. She had only this little thatch of hair that her bikini had covered, but she still had a luscious pussy, dark and all woman. She was screaming as I licked her nub, pounding her fists on the floor. I thought someone might hear us, so I rose up on my knees and reached for the bowl of ice on the counter. I took a handful and rubbed it on her pussy, but it didn't cool her off at all. She wriggled and squirmed as I rubbed her. I even put a piece of ice in her, and she was so hot, it melted fast, and I sucked and licked her as it ran out. She sat up, pushing me back, then she sat on my face and pulled down my shorts and started sucking me whilst she fucked my face. I cast a spell so I wouldn't orgasm yet, but she came again as I tongued her. I pushed out from under her, but I held her there so that she was crouching on the floor in front of me, her arse in the air. I pushed my cock into her and started to fuck her hard. She was so juicy and hot...that's right, come, Snape! Come!"

Severus shuddered, opened his eyes, and let out a long breath, then he said, "You can't stop there."

Gareth grinned. "I was fucking her from behind, still holding off my orgasm, and she was moaning as my cock pumped in and out, and she came again. She just kept coming and coming. Lieke was one hot fuck. When she finally relaxed, I pulled out of her and she looked back at me, then turned around, still on her knees, and looked at my cock. She said I still had a swelling that needed to be taken care of. She stood up, grabbed my penis and pulled me backwards into the dining room. When she got me there, she pushed me down into a chair and conjured bonds, tying my hands behind my back. She straddled me, her tits brushing my chest, then she sat on my cock. There we were, I was tied up on a chair in the dining room, my cock was up her pussy as she fucked me, both of us moaning, and would you believe that someone walked in on us?"

Severus opened his eyes again. "What happened?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"It was a mutual friend, Andreas. He just looked at us for a minute...Lieke had stopped moving as soon as he walked in...and then he asked if it was a private party or if he could join us. Lieke got up...and I almost cried, I'd been so close to coming...and she told Andreas that there was an admission price. She wanted to watch Andreas suck me off before he could do anything else. She knew Andreas well, and apparently he'd been lusting after me for a while, but I didn't know it. He also liked both women and men, but I'd thought he was only interested in witches since that's all I'd seen him with."

"So he joined you?" Severus asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, he joined us, he joined us both. The three of us had a very good time together, both of them so sexy, both of them together . . ." Gareth said, his eyes closing as he stroked himself to orgasm.

Severus watched as Gareth's penis pulsed as he came.

Gareth opened his eyes and reached for his beer.

Severus had come again as Gareth was talking; this time, it hadn't felt as strong. He blinked at Gareth.

"Do you do that often?"

"You mean with more than one partner? No. That was actually my first time, about ten or eleven years ago, and I've only done it once since then. I like concentrating on one lover, and I like the depth of intimacy with only one other person, especially as we get to know each other better. Not that it wasn't hot, of course."

"Did you see her again?"

Gareth laughed. "Yeah, when she and Andreas got married. I was his best man."

"They got married?"

"They did. They'd just been friends until that afternoon at the party, then one thing led to another, and they got married."

"That's . . . bizarre," Severus said.

Gareth shrugged. "I thought it was one of my more interesting encounters. Most of them are much less unusual. But that's why I told it to you, because it was different. I thought you might find it exciting."

"Yes, and I did come again, but it wasn't very good. I didn't ejaculate, though," Severus said, looking down at his penis.

"So, tell me a story, Snape."

"I haven't got one. My early experiences were unpleasant and painful, for the most part, the ones that weren't with prostitutes or, well, with witches who might as well have been prostitutes, and I don't want to compromise Poppy by saying anything more than I already have."

"Didn't you have any other lovers?" Gareth asked curiously.

Severus's mind flashed to Minerva. "Just one, but that is even more private, and it was only one time, really."

"Mind if I ask you a very personal question?" Gareth asked.

Severus rolled his eyes. "I've just masturbated in front of you, McGonagall. How much more personal do you think you can get? It's not as though I'd be compelled to answer you."

"I've just been wondering . . . for some time now, actually . . . since even before, um, well, before I liked you very much. Since that first shower."

"What?"

"Are all Death Eaters like you?"

Severus's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Just wondering whether it was part of becoming a Death Eater," he said, gesturing with his beer bottle. "You know, being cut?"

"Cut? We were branded. You've seen the mark where it used to be. You saw it before then. It was a brand, a burn, not a cut."

"I meant . . . your penis. Are all Death Eaters circumcised?"

Severus opened his mouth, then closed it. He swallowed. He'd been teased some about it when he was in school at Hogwarts, but no one had mentioned it since then. He'd thought it was normal until he'd gone to school, Muggle primary school, and realised that the other little boys looked different. He thought it was a stupid question on Gareth's part, but Gareth had likely not had occasion to see other Death Eaters naked.

"No," Severus replied shortly. "It was done when I was a baby."

"Oh." Gareth didn't look as though his curiosity had been satisfied. "Why? If I may ask. I know it's personal, another bloke's cock, even though we're . . . you know."

"Because my father was," Severus said. "And my father was circumcised because his mother was Jewish. His father, Botolph Snape, was C of E. I do not believe that any of them were particularly religious. However . . . after what my grandmother and her parents had escaped when they came to England in nineteen thirty-three, I think that my grandmother believed it to be an important symbol of their heritage. That is what my father told me when I asked why I looked different from the other boys at school. My mother apparently was displeased about it. Obviously, though, it wasn't something I discussed with her, particularly not after my father left us. And, to correct a . . . a misstatement I made to you once, my middle name isn't 'Samuel.' I was named after my father's grandfather, who had been a concert violinist, Shmuel Morgenstern. Shmuel is Samuel in English, and Samuel is what my great-grandfather went by every day, and my dad used to called me 'Sammy' when I was little, but that's not what's on my Muggle birth certificate. It's actually Shmuel." He waited for Gareth's reaction to his peculiar Muggle middle name, the one his mother had hated so.

"Ah . . . I see." Gareth thought for a moment, considering what his friend had told him about his Muggle family. "And you became a Death Eater. You are a puzzle, Snape. A lovable puzzle, but a puzzle."

"Shut up, McGonagall." Severus took a swig of beer, clutching his penis in the other hand, absently squeezing it. "It could have been worse. I could have been named for one of my own grandfathers, Botolph or Drusus."

Gareth laughed. "Actually, 'Severus Drusus Snape' doesn't have a bad ring to it. Very posh and pureblood, very hoity-toity. Or 'Drusus Botolph'..."

"Just leave it, McGonagall!"

"Okay, Severus. You're right. Sorry. And I actually like the name 'Shmuel.' It has character and strength, rather like one of my favourite wizards," Gareth said. He looked down at his erection. "Let's release the spell and come now. Even having you here, masturbating becomes dull."

Severus nodded. "I didn't know what you meant before when you said that, but I do now."

"It's different when you're with a witch, though. Then it's really good." Gareth looked over at Severus's cock. "You want me to pleasure you?"

Severus hesitated. "No, I don't think so. I want my first time ejaculating after I cast this spell myself to be with someone else...really with someone else, not like this...and to be with Poppy. No offense, McGonagall." He didn't really want to have sex with anyone other than Poppy again, not for a while, anyway, but he didn't want to admit that to Gareth.

Gareth smiled and nodded. "None taken. I think in that case, if you don't object, I'm just going to release the spell and let my erection fade."

"No, that's fine." Severus looked at his penis. "How will I know if the spell really worked if I do that?"

"It was sufficiently effective, Snape. You can practise again by yourself if you want to make certain."

They each released the spell. Severus fixed his trousers, but there was still a noticeable bulge.

"You want another beer, McGonagall?" he asked as Gareth put down his empty bottle.

"Sure." He didn't bother to buckle his kilt around him.

Severus flicked the bottle caps off two bottles of beer and handed one to Gareth.

"How long does it take for the erection to go down after ending the spell and not orgasming?" Severus asked.

"A little longer than usual, I think, but that just may be because of the level of arousal. Obviously, I don't do this very often." Gareth held the cold bottle against his cock, turning it so that the condensation spread over his shaft.

"You might want to cover yourself up," Severus suggested.

Gareth shrugged, but he put his bottle down on the table next to him and felt for the ends of his kilt. He looked up.

"What's that?" Gareth asked.

"Bollocks! Someone's at the door! Get into the loo...quick, just go though the bedroom!" Severus said as Gareth opened the wrong door and stopped, seeing the bedroom.

Buttoning his frockcoat in front of him and hoping that it covered him enough, Severus stood and drew his wand to open the door, then he spied the parchment with the spell on it lying on the floor next to his chair. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket. Instead of using his wand to open the door, he walked over and opened it himself.

Chapter Fifty-Three: Dinner at Delancie's

Sunday, 14 March 1999

Severus and Poppy spend time together in the afternoon, then go to dinner in Diagon Alley.

Rated MA.

Characters: Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey, Gareth McGonagall, Mr Delancie, others