It all belongs to JKR by BertaS March '04
The Morning After
Severus woke slowly, the party the night before had been raucous and he had not been able to escape. He hated to be drunk but was sure that was what had happened. Everyone wanted to have a drink with him and speak to him.
Potter had made such a big deal about Severus' role in the defeat of the Dark Lord. Potter insisted that if Severus had not distracted Voldemort he would not have been able to deliver the deathblow.
Severus became aware of weight on his shoulders, chest and thigh. He also noticed there seemed to be a lot of skin on skin contact all along both sides of his body.
It was odd, after so long being celibate, that he was able to bring not one but two women to his bed. He had been very drunk. He couldn't remember who they were. He hoped he had been able to satisfy them both.
Severus did not really want to open his eyes and sensed there would be very little light anyway. He tried to determine who his partners were. His left hand moved up the spine of the person on that side and came in contact with a great amount of long curly hair, which seemed to be what was causing the slight tickling sensation on his chest. His other hand moved across the waist and hip of this other partner causing that partner to move in their sleep pressing his erection into Severus' thigh.
Severus' eyes popped open but as he had guessed he could see nothing. He held still concentrating on the feel of the man he held in his right arm.
The man shifted again and planted a kiss on Severus' collarbone and hand his hand down Severus' stomach.
Severus closed his eyes and groaned as the hand describing circles on his abdomen was joined by a smaller one that found even more interesting things to do. As the person on the left stirred and also started trailing a line of kisses along his neck. The hair moving along his chest caused him to clutch convulsively at both of them gasping.
The right hand partner propped himself up on his elbow peering at him intently. Severus sensing concern from both of them soothed the young man with one hand while reaching for the offending hair with the other. As he pulled it back he smiled with the realization he only knew one woman with that much hair.
Tugging gently on the hair in his grasp he growled, "Hermione, I would request that the next time you come to my bed you please tie this back," he paused, "It tickles".
Her response was a deep intake of breath and a screech of laughter as he twiddled his long fingers along her ribs.
From his right came a low chuckle and the comment that she had been warned.
Severus pulled them both closer, contemplating how to best please them when they took the matter out of his control.
It was some time later that Severus wondered, after teaching him for seven years and working in the Order for an additional two years, how had he missed that Harry swung both ways?
The End