This takes place after the war, Voldy's dead... Almost everyone survives... The students return for their education at Hogwarts... The staff members are relaxing in the staffroom...
I'm going to make this a two-shot... Tell me if I should continue...
Note: The bold texted writing occurs in the dormitory whereas the normal one occurs in the staffroom...
Alas! I do not own Harry Potter...
"Severus, why don't we entertain ourselves by taking a look at your student's activities at the moment? I assume it will be quite entertaining", McGonagall casually challenged Snape.
"But Minerva, the whole staffroom knows about my snakes' usual activities. I have a better idea", sneered Snape with his eyes filled with mirth.
Flithwick walked towards his colleagues and sat down beside McGonagall.
"Oh Severus, do enlighten us all with your idea."
Sprout started distributing Butterbeer bottles around and took a seat on the other side of Minerva.
"Well, I was thinking, considering how entertaining Minerva finds taking tiny privileges of sneaking on student's life, we take a peek within Gryffindor Girl's dormitory."
"But Severus, that would be crude."
"Why Minerva? Are you under the impression that your cubs are… up to something?"
Minerva wanted to hex the smirk off Snape's face. She pointed her wand towards a wall of the staffroom.
"Muéstrame"
Suddenly, a large screen appeared showing the Gryffindor Girl's dormitory. All the Professors watched the screen.
Hermione was sitting on her bed with a book in her hand and absentmindedly stroking Crookshanks on her lap. Ginny and Luna were sitting cross-legged on the floor near her bed facing Parvati, Lavender and Hannah. Luna and Hannah, though belonging to different houses, were seen in frequent company of these Gryffindors. They seemed to be engrossed in conversation.
"Yes, I agree. Gryffindor guys can't beat the Slytherins at this."
Ginny's statement tweaked up Snape's and Minerva's interest and the staff tried to hear with rapt attention.
"My vote goes to Malfoy. You gotta hand it to that guy. Especially his hair…"
"I agree Par, but Blaise is more muscular… and his smile can send shivers!"
"Zabini? I've heard he can hold it for an hour!"
"Yes, the nargles surrounding his equipment are infected… I advised him to apply mushroom paste, but I don't think he took me seriously.."
The girls burst out laughing at Luna's antics.
The staffroom went completely quite. They wanted to hear more. Minerva was fuming and blushing at the same time where as Snape had a smug expression.
"I've always wondered how it would feel to be taken by Draco Malfoy against a wall…"
"It can't beat being shagged on the floor by Nott… I swear he's part jaguar!"
"And you would know that how exactly Lav?"
"Well… He has a reputation..."
"I wish our Lions had some of their passion. They are good at nothing but being awkward… They think we're made of glass!"
"Luna, what have your nargles done to our guys?"
Again the room was filled with laughter.
Snape turned towards McGonagall.
"Minerva, your Gryffindor's seem to be quite aware about my snakes. Though I've noticed Miss Granger being awfully quiet. It surprises me…"
"Well, I think she has no interest in lowering herself to that level. I know her pretty well to assume that she is not of the same opinion." McGonagall said haughtily.
Ginny seemed to have realized Hermione's presence.
"Hermione, don't you have anything to say? Don't you think Slytherins do it better?"
Hermione just turned a page of her book and didn't look up."
"Well Ginny, I do agree that Slytherins have a higher sex appeal. They are explicitly suitable for fooling around and one night stands."
Snape's smirk reached to a different level before it died down by what Hermione said next.
"But that's all they are good at. They are not keepers… They are the type you fuck… Gryffindors make love…"
This seemed to bring a smile on McGonagall's face.
"C'mon 'Mione, you've never fantasized about a Slytherin?"
"Yes… but not 'a' Slytherin… I've only considered 'the' Slytherin…"
"Which boy are you talking about?"
"Oh please! Boy? I only think a man can provide me pleasure…"
"Who?"
Butterbeer glasses shattered on the floor when Hermione Granger casually turned another page of her book and replied…
"Severus Snape, of course…."
A/N: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeee Review...
*"Muéstrame" means show me..