Friendship

'What a load of old clap trap!' Lucius stood beside the roaring fire with a glass of expensive cognac in his hand as he listened to Snape's tale of woe. 'I know that Lily Potter wouldn't have touched Wormtail with a barge pole. She even turned me down, the stuck up chit.'

Severus looked at Lucius with a surprised smirk, but for some reason the knowledge that his friend had tried to get into his beloved Lily's knickers didn't bother him as much as it should have.

'I know what I saw Lucius, and believe me, it wasn't through choice.'

Severus drained his glass and stood to refill it as he recalled the moment that his life, and the life in his cock, changed forever.

The Dark Lord had seen fit to install Wormtail at Spinner's End as his helper for brewing the seemingly endless list of potions he wanted. Snape had known better than to argue, but having Wormtail in his home had been a trial of its own. He hadn't known if he was watching Wormtail, or if Wormtail was watching him, but either way, he didn't trust him. During the time they were forced to share a home, Snape rarely slept, and if he did, it was with one eye open and his hand on his wand at all times. He had been dozing in his armchair, exhausted after attending a revel that had gone on for hours, when Wormtail snuck up on him. The stench of unwashed flesh alerted him first, and as Wormtail peered into his face, Snape grabbed him by the throat and opened his eyes. Lack of sleep had heightened his reflexes and before he knew it, he was inside Wormtail's fetid and filthy mind. Wormtail must have sensed him immediately, because suddenly a memory was thrust forward.

A naked Lily Potter laid spread eagled on a four-poster bed, with Wormtail slobbering all over her, his hairy arse bobbing up and down as he pistoned his stubby penis in and out. Lily was moaning James Potter's name, and Severus knew that Wormtail had used Polyjuice, but in the memory, he was his true self, and it was disgusting.

Severus took a long slug of Lucius Malfoy's cognac and refilled the glass. Lucius had somehow managed to hang on to his family fortune despite the damage to his reputation at the right hand of Voldemort and could and did buy the best. Snape was lucky if he could afford Ogden's and usually went for the cheapest grog. Anything as long at it got him good and drunk.

'I don't mean to be personal, Severus, but so what if Lily did let the rat slip one in? I don't know why that stops you getting in the mood.' Lucius frowned as he thought it over. Lily Potter had been a high-brow, hoity-toity bit of stuff, with pretty eyes and a rosebud mouth, but she had no tits to speak of and her arse was almost non-existent. Once you'd gone one round, there wouldn't be much to hold a man's interest, in Lucius' opinion.

Severus sighed and looked at Lucius with pity. 'Do you love 'Cissa, Lucius? I mean really love her, to the point where no one else could even come close to the way you feel when you think of her?'

In his heart he didn't think that Lucius had ever experienced the sort of love he held for Lily, and if he felt sad for his friend, he felt worse for Narcissa. Lucius wasn't a faithful husband, but Severus could see the adoration in Narcissa's eyes whenever they were all together. He recognised that look as the one he saved for Lily.

'I do love her, Severus. But I also love my cognac and the rare vintages in my wine cellar, and on some nights, I like to taste something different.' Lucius smiled slowly, and Severus shook his head.

'You never change, Lucius. I never thought I would say this, but I truly wish I were more like you, in this instance at any rate. Lily was the only woman for me, the only one I ever fantasised about. All of my carefully concocted scenarios were useless after I saw Wormtail with her, and now whenever I think of her, that is all I see. Nothing else will work.' Severus heard the maudlin tone in his voice and knew he was almost drunk. A couple more glasses should do it, so he reached for the bottle again. Lucius stopped him with the tip of his cane.

'I think I may be able to help. If you let me?'

'You already tried to help me! All I got was Mr Dick Bates rubbing my nose in his oh-so-perfect life, telling me what the problem is and suggesting I use an Obliviate.' Severus pushed Lucius' cane away firmly, grabbed the cognac and walked away with it out of reach.

'Seriously, Severus. Let me try, at least.' Lucius was whinging. Severus hated it when he did that.

'If nothing else, at least the situation cannot get any worse.' He raised his glass in agreement, and ignored the fact that he missed his mouth slightly and dribbled cognac down the front of his best shirt.

***

Two nights later, Severus followed Lucius to en exclusive underground nightclub near Diagon Alley. It was so exclusive that it didn't have a name but a number. S6x was hidden down a side street strewn with litter, behind a door to what looked like a boarded up warehouse. However, the run down façade, designed to keep Muggles and other undesirables away, soon revealed a hidden gem.

They were met at the entrance by a tall, black haired Indian girl resplendent in a dark green sari adorned with sparkling gems. She was polite and deferential, kept her eyes averted and smiled demurely when Lucius caressed her flawless cheek with his fingertips. She took their travelling cloaks and motioned them to a doorway at the end of the plush hallway. The walls were covered in gold, satin brocade and the carpet blood red and so deep that Severus could feel his feet bouncing as he walked. Whoever owned the place, they had plenty of cash and exquisite taste.

'This is just the beginning, Severus. Just wait and see. I promise, by the time the night is through, little Severus will be straining against your fly for attention.' Lucius smirked at Severus, who winced.

'Tell the whole place, why don't you?' he muttered under his breath. He would have continued the conversation, but as Lucius opened the door, loud, pounding music met his ears. They walked into the club, and Severus was instantly overwhelmed.

Along one wall stood a row of podiums. On each one, a stunningly beautiful girl danced in various stages of undress, cheered on by several men gathered around each podium. Severus hadn't seen many naked women in his lifetime, and he couldn't top himself from staring open mouthed as seven pairs of pendulous breasts were swung around or jiggled in time with the beat. It was quite mesmerising, but Severus was aware that nothing was happening within his trousers, despite the floor show.

'Lovely, aren't they? However, I think there is someone here you will find more appealing. Follow me.' Lucius flicked his blond hair over his shoulder and strode forward purposefully, and Severus followed reluctantly, trying to keep his eyes on the dancing girls as he walked.

Lucius walked down a flight of stairs that were lit by lanterns of dancing blue flames. Severus followed as Lucius walked to an empty table beside what looked like a dance floor with a silver pole in the middle. As soon as they sat down, a waitress approached them wearing a tight, short skirt and an even tighter white shirt. The top buttons of her shirt were open to reveal a substantial cleavage and a tantalising hint of a red 'bra.

'What is you pleasure, Gentlemen?' the waitress purred, licking her ruby red lips and winking at Severus suggestively. Severus coughed uncomfortably. He had never been flirted with in public before and he wasn't quite sure how to respond. Lucius saved the day, as usual.

'Now, now, Raquel. You mustn't tease us before the floor show. A bottle of Ogden's will suffice for now, but perhaps I shall see you later?' Lucius took hold of the girls hand and kissed it.

'Why, Mr Malfoy, what soft lips you have,' Raquel smiled. 'I'll bring your Ogden's immediately.

Lucius allowed his gaze to linger on Raquel's rear as she left, and chuckled softly.

'The night is improving already, wouldn't you agree?'

Severus didn't have the balls to say that nothing he had seen so far had affected his nether regions. What sort of a man was he that didn't get turned on in a place like this? So he lied.

'Improving is a good word for it. You have outdone yourself.' Severus smiled in relief as Raquel returned with their Ogden's and two crystal tumblers, and he made an overly enthusiastic show of staring at her cleavage, just to satisfy Lucius that he was indeed responding accordingly.

The club had filled up quickly and the tables around the dance floor were all full. Severus noted that the clientele were all men and he wondered if it was a rule of the house. Suddenly, the pounding dance music stopped and the lights dimmed, and a cheer went up from the waiting crowd followed by a hushed silence. A sultry and seductive female voice came over the tannoy.

'Here kitty, kitty.'

Music started again, this time with a slow and seductive, deep base that reverberated around the room and a spotlight lit the pole in the centre of the dance floor. Severus watched with detached curiosity and noted the eager faces of the men around him. He was hoping that the next act would live up to their expectations when he saw a dark shape moving in the shadows. A gasp travelled around the room as a sleek, black jaguar walked on large, silent paws into the centre of the dance floor and stopped beside the silver pole. The jaguar sat and surveyed the silent crowd with her large, amber eyes, and Severus watched in disbelief when he caught the big cats' gaze. He could have sworn that the jaguar winked at him.

The jaguar started to stretch and undulate to the music, and Severus watched closely as she transformed into a curvy woman with glossy, dark hair that rippled in waves down her back. She was clad in a figure-hugging black velvet catsuit, and on her feet were the highest pair of stiletto shoes Severus had ever seen. The woman danced around the pole as if she were making love to it, wrapping her long legs around it and grinding her body up and down. The crowd were transfixed by the performance, and started a slow hand clap as bit by bit, the costume started to disappear. First the sleeves dissolved, revealing slim, tanned skin up to well-defined shoulders. Then the legs were seductively unveiled, and Severus stared with his mouth open as the dancer wrapped her now naked thighs firmly around the pole and simulated sex, throwing her head back and gasping as if in the throes of an orgasm. The dancer then held onto the pole with one hand and stepped away, and a cheer went up as the remainder of the catsuit disappeared. The dancer had perfect breasts, pert and bouncy but not overly huge, topped with delicate caramel nipples. Her body was slim, her hips splayed and curvy, and he pubic hair was trimmed into a neat heart shape. She proceeded to dance around the pole, bending her body around it supply. At one point she stood with her back to Severus and Lucius and bent right over, giving them both a perfect view of her peachy derriere. Severus felt his cock twitch and grinned at Lucius, who raised his glass at him with a smug smile.

The dance ended to rapturous applause and as the dancer replaced the catsuit, Severus expected her to leave, but instead, she turned and started to walk directly to their table.

'Your luck's in, old man,' whispered Lucius.

The dancer smiled widely, and Severus realised that she was pretty rather than beautiful but still, he found her very appealing.

'Are you going to buy me a drink, Professor?'

'Forgive me. Have we met?' he said softly, a smile playing around his lips. Severus stared at the girls face. She did look somewhat familiar.

'I've changed quite a bit since school, so I didn't expect you to recognise me.' The dancer held out a slim hand, and Severus followed Lucius' example and kissed it gallantly.

'Hermione Granger.' The dancer smiled and winked at Severus, who stared at her in surprise. Gone was the unruly, curly mass of mousey brown hair, the protruding teeth and the skinny, boyish frame. All the trappings of a teenaged Granger had been replaced with thick, luscious hair, a curvy and inviting mouth and a feminine, softly rounded and most definitely womanly figure.

'Stop gawping Severus, and buy the lady a drink!' Lucius laughed.

Granger slid into the seat beside Snape, and leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looked deeply into his eyes. 'Champagne would be lovely. Then perhaps we could chat about that last article in Potions Weekly. You know the one that suggests using Muggle medicines alongside the usual therapies?'

Hermione Granger was not only pretty and intelligent; she was also running her tongue over her full bottom lip and giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage. She pushed her hair gently behind her perfect ear, and Severus detected a hint of musk that told him that her dancing had not only turned on every man in the room, but the dancer as well.

Severus groaned. His cock was as hard as a rock.