Severus tried to tune out the garrulous students in the background. They couldn't even babble endlessly about intellectual or interesting subjects. Quidditch was a big topic with them (admittedly, Severus did now see the appeal of this sport, given that Harry had played it professionally for a bit). Relationships, that was another big one. Why was everyone so bloody interested in their classmates' sex lives?
The two girls behind him were babbling on and on and on about boys. Which ones were hot, which ones were gorgeous, which ones were absolutely fuckable, which ones were creepy, which ones they wouldn't go near with a ten-foot-pole (Severus had often fallen into this category when he was in school)… Celebrities, classmates, random people on the street: anyone was fair game.
Even teachers, apparently.
Severus relaxed. Few students thought of him as sexy, so his name wouldn't come up in conversation. He could return to his book and try to read.
Come to think of it, where was Madam Pince? She usually kicked out garrulous students. No matter. He was good at tuning out people.
At least, until one of the girls said: "And Professor Potter, of course."
Oh, this sounded like something he should listen to. Surreptitiously, naturally. He was curious what the girls would say about his husband.
"Oh, yes, he is rather lovely, isn't he? I love his eyes… they're so green and beautiful. I love it when they sparkle warmly. They're usually very cold and severe."
Ah, so Severus was really starting to rub off on Harry (er… no pun intended). Oh, naturally, Harry influenced Severus too, but this… detachedness was pure Snape.
"And I love his mouth, especially when he smiles – a real smile, I mean, not his smirk."
Ah, more of Severus' influence.
"And his hands. So powerful. Have you ever seen him do magic without his wand?"
Silence.
"So you know what I mean by powerful."
The other girl had nodded, then.
"His long, thin legs, too. I bet he has really great muscles. He's probably really athletic."
Harry went running every day, went swimming three times a week in the lake during the warm months, and did push-ups every morning.
"Oh, I love his arse," the other girl said. "Have you ever seen the man in Muggle clothes?"
"Yes."
"And you don't love his arse after that? So beautiful…"
Severus admitted (to himself!) that the girls did have a point. Harry's arse was a thing of beauty. Severus made sure to worship it often. Harry seemed to appreciate the attention. Certainly he lavished similar attention on Severus' arse.
"Oh, yes, he is really hot," they giggled at the same time.
"I'm in love with Professor Potter," one of them sighed.
"Actually, that's Professor Potter-Snape, officially, girls," Severus said smoothly. "We kept Potter and Snape so that people would know which one of us was being referred to, but our married names are Potter-Snape."
They gaped as Severus took his silent leave of the garrulous girls.
Garrulous – adj. 1. Talking much, especially about commonplace or trivial things; talkative. 2. Wordy. Word of the Day, March 2, 2008)