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Notes: I know I said before that we're insane, but this has to prove it. We're deeply disturbed ... isn't it great? :) And Dia thought up the title with all it's sexual innuendo ... innocent my foot!
Extra Curricular Activities
Severus Snape wanted to hurt Harry Potter. More than that, he wanted to murder him. He wanted to forget that the damned boy had ever come to Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, he wanted to forget that the Potter family existed.
He glared at the door the offending student had just closed behind him. Honestly, if he had to make it through another Potions class with the boy screwing up one thing or another, he was sure his sanity would snap like an elastic that had been stretched too far.
He sunk slowly into the chair behind his desk, pressing his fingers to the throbbing area of his forehead. Another headache. He reached for a pain-killing potion, but was interrupted as the door slammed open.
Annoyed by the interruption, he glanced up to snap a warning at who he was sure was Potter.
But the two figures who stood framed in his door were certainly not Potter.
Snape stood and swept down from his desk, his robes flowing around him. He was not in a mood to be bothered by two students he had never even seen before and he was more than willing to tell them that.
"Out," he ordered, grabbing the shoulder of one and pushing her toward the door.
"Ow, hey, that hurts," she cried, grabbing at his long fingers that were digging into her shoulder.
"It should," he snarled, grabbing the other as well.
The first girl sighed. "See Ashley, I told you that he'd just throw us out."
The second girl shook out of his grasp and stared at him. "You haven't even given us a chance to explain ourselves, you know."
Snape sighed and closed his eyes, his fingers still digging into the shoulders of the nameless girl. She squirmed in his grasp, then giggled quietly.
His eyes snapped opened to find her placing a hand over her mouth.
"Hey Ashley . . . he's touching me."
Ashley rolled her eyes. "Leah, I swear, sometimes you are so immature."
Leah's jaw dropped. "Oh, look who's talking!"
Snape squeezed her shoulder hard and Leah's mouth clamped shut as she bit her lip. He hoped he was hurting her, hoped there would be a purple bruise to remind her not to mess with him ever again.
"Out," he ordered once more and pushed her.
"That's not very nice, you know," Leah said, casting her eyes down. "We could need help . . . or something equally important."
Snape cocked an eyebrow. "Two first year Gryffindors needing something important? I highly doubt it."
Ashley frowned. "We are not first years! And we're definitely not Gryffindors!"
Snape sunk into a nearby chair, fearing that this speech was only the beginning.
It turned out, he was right.
Ashley glanced at her companion. "Honestly, Leah, don't I look older than a first-year?"
The other surveyed her for a moment, pursing her lips. "I think it's the hair."
"Oh." She reached up a hand to where her dark blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. "Well then." She pulled out the tie and shook out her waves. "Better?"
Leah nodded firmly. "Much."
Snape glanced up, and found that the change *was* better. He frowned deeply at the thought. "Were you two... here... for something?"
They both giggled in unison, and he scowled deeper. If they weren't first years, they certainly acted like it. "Well?"
They glanced at each other, and some sort of unspoken communication passed between them.
The one called Leah stepped forward. "Actually, we are here for a reason, glad you asked!"
"Well then, get on with it. If you want help on today's potion, you'll have to ask elsewhere. I'm quite busy."
"Doesn't look like it to me," said Ashley, stepping up alongside her friend.
Leah eyed the professor carefully. "She's right, you know. You look far from busy. Shouldn't you have some potion thingy to be making?"
Snape felt the anger bubble inside him once more. "Potion thingy?" he hissed angrily, standing and towering over Leah and Ashley in that threatening way Snape has. "Thingy? How dare you come into my classroom and insult my profession. I have never met two students so insolent, so unaffected by authority." Snape was visibly shaking with anger by this point, his fists clenched tightly. "Tell me what house you're in and I'll be taking off a million points." He glared at them. "Must be Gryffindor. Better make it two million points."
Leah grinned. "Actually, I'm in Ravenclaw and Ashley is in Slytherin. The website told us so."
Snape's face fell. "Slytherin?"
Leah nodded. "I know you don't like taking points from your own house, but I guess it's too late now." She shrugged and grinned at Ashley. "Way to go, you just got a million points taken from Slytherin."
"I take it back," Snape said airily, waving his hand. "No points from Slytherin."
Leah bounced on her heels and grinned. "Great."
Snape glared at her. "You, on the other hand, have still lost points for your house," he sniffed at her. "Ravenclaw, indeed."
Ashley giggled. "I told you he'd like us better if we were in Slytherin."
Leah jaw dropped and she looked very angry now, perhaps even angrier than Snape.
"That is a joke!" she shrieked and stalked up to him, staring at him angrily. "An absolute joke!"
He stared down at her viciously, his dark eyes burning into hers. It was a glare that even she, in her anger, could not match.
"Any way I can transfer to Slytherin?" she muttered.
Ashley grinned triumphantly. "Not now!" Her smile broadened. "And he likes me better now."
The glaring eyes turned to her now. "I never said I liked either of you."
Ashley got a wicked glint in her eye.
She sidled closer to him. "But I'm in Slytherin, you know... your *favourite* house, the greatest of the four, if I do say so myself."
He nodded slowly, not quite seeing what she was getting at. "That is certainly all true."
"And she's in silly old Ravenclaw." She jerked her head in the direction of Leah, who stuck her tongue out. "Bunch of know-it-alls, if you ask me. The only thing worse is a Gryffindor!"
A slow smile began to spread across the Potions professor's sallow face. "On the contrary, I believe I am beginning to like you better."
A wide smile burst across her face as whirled on her heel to face Leah.
"Ha! You heard him, he likes me better. He said it himself!"
Leah frowned, then crossed her arms and huffed angrily. "Well, I . . . urgh . . . I can . . . damnit! Bloody hell, just forget about the whole damn thing! I can't believe this. This was the stupidest idea we have ever had." She whirled around to face Snape. "And *you* are the most horrible man I have ever met. Here Ashley and I actually thought you were attractive!" She paused, breathing hard, her hair in her face. "Okay, so you're still attractive, but you are absolutely insufferable. How anyone could stand you is beyond me."
Snape stared at her, obviously impressed. "You have a lot of guts for a Ravenclaw."
Leah blushed and grinned. "Really? Thanks." She stopped. "No wait, I'm angry at you. You can't just do that, you know."
Snape frowned. "Do what?"
"Start flattering me and expect everything to be fine."
Snape paused. "Flattery will work?"
"Well, of course," Ashley said, as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Oh, then, I find you very outgoing and charming," Snape said.
Leah glared at Ashley before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
Snape rolled his eyes. "Good Lord, I've started the giggling again." He stared at Leah, sneering at her. "I take it all back, I still like Ashley better."
Ashley's eyes lit up like a four-year-old's at Christmas. A really, really, really *good* Christmas. A Christmas that had left her with Snape under the tree with a bow on his head. But anyway...
"WHAT?!" screeched Leah, practically livid with indignation. "Just cause she cheated on the silly online test so she could be in Slytherin is NO reason to favour her!"
Slowly, Snape turned to Ashley, attempting to ignore the growing throbbing in his temples. "What?"
She paled. Christmas was over. "I, uh... I... well, cheating still makes me Slytherin-esque!" she blurted out.
"Slytherin-esque?" inquired Leah. "Is that even a word?"
Her friend ignored her, turning the full power of her puppy dog eyes on Snape. "So, Sevvie, you don't mind about the whole 'cheating' thing, do you?"
His eyes narrowed into slits. "What did you call me?"
Ignoring the question, she plunged on. "You know, we Slytherins do whatever we can to get ahead, right? That little unwritten rule," she purred.
Beside her, Leah rolled her eyes. "Oh, give me a break, ya suck-up!"
Ashley stuck her tongue out. "At least I'm not in Ravenclaw!"
"At least *I'm* honest," Leah shot back. "Besides, what's so bad about Ravenclaw? Airelle Vilka was in Ravenclaw, remember?"
Snape looked like he was about to faint.
"Don't mention her," Ashley hissed. "He'll forget all about us and then what?"
"Sorry!" Leah said. "Geez, I had no idea this was going to be such a pain in the butt."
"Airelle?" Snape asked.
Leah stared at him innocently. "Huh?"
"You know Airelle?"
"Who?"
Snape glared at her. "You said-"
"I didn't say a thing," Leah exclaimed, then trotted off toward the potions cabinet. "What's in here?" she asked, pulling open the doors. A jar of rat eyes stared her back and she made a face before closing the doors.
"She doesn't understand the nature of potion making," Ashley said, sliding up to Snape's side again. "She's a little uneducated in that sense."
"I can hear you!" Leah called from where she was twirling Snape's quill through her fingers. "So, I'm not one for the potions ... you know I'm better at Defence Against the Dark Arts."
Snape's eyes lit up and Leah grinned.
Damn, Leah was getting good at this, Ashley thought to herself, watching the two out of the corner of her eye and waiting her turn.
Leah leaned casually against the wall, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. "Oh yes, I've defended myself against many dark things... mostly boys with raging hormones." She rolled her eyes. "To tell you the truth, I'm sick of boys." She glanced up at him sultrily from beneath hooded eyes. "Right now I'm looking for more mature men..."
Throughout this speech, she had maintained eye-contact with Snape and had been steadily leaning towards him, when Ashley burst out laughing. "You're so full of it! You've got a whole harem full of 'men,' aren't you satisfied?"
"For Merlin's sake, Ashley, can't you keep your mouth shut while I'm working, just for once?"
"Don't hold your breath," she shot back.
Horribly confused and lost, Snape sunk once more into his chair and rubbed his temples insistently.
Noticing this, Ashley came running up, her robes billowing around her. "Headache, Snape dear? Let me take care of that..."
Ashley leaned in, gently massaging Snape's temples. "You're so tense," she murmured. "Must be hard being a Potions Master, I can't imagine what's involved."
"Of course you can't, you silly girl," Snape growled.
Ashley glared at him. "Silly?"
"Now you've done it," Leah mumbled, watching with interest as Ashley backed away from Snape.
"Silly?" she repeated, looking very angry.
"Shouldn't have called her silly," Leah said.
"I am not silly!" Ashley exclaimed. "How is it that you've managed to make us both so angry in the last five minutes, huh?" She smacked Snape's arm. "You better not call me silly again!"
He sighed wearily. "I apologize, just please go."
Ashley frowned. "Go? Why would we go?"
"He wants you to go," Leah said, "not me. You're giving him a headache."
"I want you both to go," Snape growled.
Leah laughed. "Don't be silly Severus, my dear. You want me to stay."
He glared at her with dark eyes. "I want you to go."
Leah sighed and inched forward, leaning toward Snape. "Are you sure?"
He swallowed hard as Ashley's fingers began rubbing his temples once more. Leah smiled and fumbled with the clasps on his robes, determined *not* to rip them. The robe puddled onto the floor as Snape closed his eyes and leaned back into Ashley's hands. Leah perched on Snape's lap and pulled his wand from his pocket without his noticing. She grinned at Ashley and tossed it away.
"See, you want us here," she purred, running her fingers down his chest.
Snape's only answer was a distracted murmur. He was focused much more on the excellent massage he was receiving from the supposedly-Slytherin girl. Therefore, he didn't notice the victorious look the two friends shot each other.
Ashley rubbed his temples gently, resisting the incredible urge to run her hands through his long, silky hair. Meanwhile, Leah was massaging his shoulders, still perched comfortably on his lap.
"You're so tense," Ashley repeated, leaning her head down close to his so that her hair fell forward and brushed against his cheek. "You need to get more... relaxation time."
His eyes were still closed, thoroughly lost in the incredible sensations. He didn't often... okay, he never indulged in such methods of relaxation, thinking them petty. But this... Great Merlin, this was good.
"I don't often have such opportunities," he murmured.
Lean leaned forward, her elbows propped gently on his chest. "Well then, we'll have to fix that, won't we?"
Snape's dark eyes opened and he looked at Leah questioningly. She was still grinning at him, her hand still lightly brushing his shoulders.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
Leah leaned back slightly, pushing her hair back behind her ears before catching Snape's eye and holding his gaze.
"Trust us," she whispered, leaning close enough for her lips to graze his ear.
Snape shivered involuntarily and Leah smiled once more, twisting a strand of his dark hair around one of her fingers. She didn't know what Harry and the others were talking about, his hair was far from greasy.
Ashley slid her hands down Snape's head, running her fingers through his hair with a look of great satisfaction. She pressed her fingers into the tight knots in his back as Leah continued to murmur things in Snape's ear.
Every few seconds they would almost receive a smile for what they were doing . . . almost. His lips never quite turned up at the corners, though the look of relaxation was more than either of the girls had ever expected to see.
"Now," Ashley said, standing back to look at Snape, "it really is difficult to get at these knots with that thick material covering your back. We could . . . do something about it."
He turned his head slightly to give her a look that was part-questioning, part-suspicious, and part-interested. She raised an eyebrow, staring down his black eyes with her disarmingly-innocent-looking blue ones. Taking the fact that he didn't instantly protest as a good sign, stepped closer to him once again and leaned down.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and found the buttons of his heavy outer shirt. Slowly, she began to undo them, her thin fingers sliding the button free before moving on to the next one. Her face was directly next to his, and she was pleased to hear that his breathing had somewhat picked up its pace. So, the stern Potions Master had a few weaknesses, after all.
Leah finished the job of unbuttoning his shirt and Ashley slowly slid the material from his broad shoulders, coaxing him into sitting forward slightly until she could remove the offending item. "Much better," she purred in his ear, and he shivered, more noticeably this time.
Leah adjusted her position on Snape's lap so that she could face him, then shrugged out of her own robe and tossed it to the floor. Ashley gave her a questioning look and Leah shrugged.
"It's getting hot in here," she murmured.
It took all of Ashley's control not to break into laughter.
Leah stared at Snape, then slowly ran her hands down his chest to his abdomen and pulled herself forward.
Snape had to stifle a groan and Leah grinned, obviously pleased.
"So, what do lonely Potions Masters do in their spare time?" she wondered aloud, her fingers walking a trail back up his chest.
Ashley sniggered from behind him and resumed her massage to keep her mind occupied and to prevent it from wandering anywhere it shouldn't have been wandering to.
* * * *
End Part One
Notes: I know I said before that we're insane, but this has to prove it. We're deeply disturbed ... isn't it great? :) And Dia thought up the title with all it's sexual innuendo ... innocent my foot!
Extra Curricular Activities
Severus Snape wanted to hurt Harry Potter. More than that, he wanted to murder him. He wanted to forget that the damned boy had ever come to Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, he wanted to forget that the Potter family existed.
He glared at the door the offending student had just closed behind him. Honestly, if he had to make it through another Potions class with the boy screwing up one thing or another, he was sure his sanity would snap like an elastic that had been stretched too far.
He sunk slowly into the chair behind his desk, pressing his fingers to the throbbing area of his forehead. Another headache. He reached for a pain-killing potion, but was interrupted as the door slammed open.
Annoyed by the interruption, he glanced up to snap a warning at who he was sure was Potter.
But the two figures who stood framed in his door were certainly not Potter.
Snape stood and swept down from his desk, his robes flowing around him. He was not in a mood to be bothered by two students he had never even seen before and he was more than willing to tell them that.
"Out," he ordered, grabbing the shoulder of one and pushing her toward the door.
"Ow, hey, that hurts," she cried, grabbing at his long fingers that were digging into her shoulder.
"It should," he snarled, grabbing the other as well.
The first girl sighed. "See Ashley, I told you that he'd just throw us out."
The second girl shook out of his grasp and stared at him. "You haven't even given us a chance to explain ourselves, you know."
Snape sighed and closed his eyes, his fingers still digging into the shoulders of the nameless girl. She squirmed in his grasp, then giggled quietly.
His eyes snapped opened to find her placing a hand over her mouth.
"Hey Ashley . . . he's touching me."
Ashley rolled her eyes. "Leah, I swear, sometimes you are so immature."
Leah's jaw dropped. "Oh, look who's talking!"
Snape squeezed her shoulder hard and Leah's mouth clamped shut as she bit her lip. He hoped he was hurting her, hoped there would be a purple bruise to remind her not to mess with him ever again.
"Out," he ordered once more and pushed her.
"That's not very nice, you know," Leah said, casting her eyes down. "We could need help . . . or something equally important."
Snape cocked an eyebrow. "Two first year Gryffindors needing something important? I highly doubt it."
Ashley frowned. "We are not first years! And we're definitely not Gryffindors!"
Snape sunk into a nearby chair, fearing that this speech was only the beginning.
It turned out, he was right.
Ashley glanced at her companion. "Honestly, Leah, don't I look older than a first-year?"
The other surveyed her for a moment, pursing her lips. "I think it's the hair."
"Oh." She reached up a hand to where her dark blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. "Well then." She pulled out the tie and shook out her waves. "Better?"
Leah nodded firmly. "Much."
Snape glanced up, and found that the change *was* better. He frowned deeply at the thought. "Were you two... here... for something?"
They both giggled in unison, and he scowled deeper. If they weren't first years, they certainly acted like it. "Well?"
They glanced at each other, and some sort of unspoken communication passed between them.
The one called Leah stepped forward. "Actually, we are here for a reason, glad you asked!"
"Well then, get on with it. If you want help on today's potion, you'll have to ask elsewhere. I'm quite busy."
"Doesn't look like it to me," said Ashley, stepping up alongside her friend.
Leah eyed the professor carefully. "She's right, you know. You look far from busy. Shouldn't you have some potion thingy to be making?"
Snape felt the anger bubble inside him once more. "Potion thingy?" he hissed angrily, standing and towering over Leah and Ashley in that threatening way Snape has. "Thingy? How dare you come into my classroom and insult my profession. I have never met two students so insolent, so unaffected by authority." Snape was visibly shaking with anger by this point, his fists clenched tightly. "Tell me what house you're in and I'll be taking off a million points." He glared at them. "Must be Gryffindor. Better make it two million points."
Leah grinned. "Actually, I'm in Ravenclaw and Ashley is in Slytherin. The website told us so."
Snape's face fell. "Slytherin?"
Leah nodded. "I know you don't like taking points from your own house, but I guess it's too late now." She shrugged and grinned at Ashley. "Way to go, you just got a million points taken from Slytherin."
"I take it back," Snape said airily, waving his hand. "No points from Slytherin."
Leah bounced on her heels and grinned. "Great."
Snape glared at her. "You, on the other hand, have still lost points for your house," he sniffed at her. "Ravenclaw, indeed."
Ashley giggled. "I told you he'd like us better if we were in Slytherin."
Leah jaw dropped and she looked very angry now, perhaps even angrier than Snape.
"That is a joke!" she shrieked and stalked up to him, staring at him angrily. "An absolute joke!"
He stared down at her viciously, his dark eyes burning into hers. It was a glare that even she, in her anger, could not match.
"Any way I can transfer to Slytherin?" she muttered.
Ashley grinned triumphantly. "Not now!" Her smile broadened. "And he likes me better now."
The glaring eyes turned to her now. "I never said I liked either of you."
Ashley got a wicked glint in her eye.
She sidled closer to him. "But I'm in Slytherin, you know... your *favourite* house, the greatest of the four, if I do say so myself."
He nodded slowly, not quite seeing what she was getting at. "That is certainly all true."
"And she's in silly old Ravenclaw." She jerked her head in the direction of Leah, who stuck her tongue out. "Bunch of know-it-alls, if you ask me. The only thing worse is a Gryffindor!"
A slow smile began to spread across the Potions professor's sallow face. "On the contrary, I believe I am beginning to like you better."
A wide smile burst across her face as whirled on her heel to face Leah.
"Ha! You heard him, he likes me better. He said it himself!"
Leah frowned, then crossed her arms and huffed angrily. "Well, I . . . urgh . . . I can . . . damnit! Bloody hell, just forget about the whole damn thing! I can't believe this. This was the stupidest idea we have ever had." She whirled around to face Snape. "And *you* are the most horrible man I have ever met. Here Ashley and I actually thought you were attractive!" She paused, breathing hard, her hair in her face. "Okay, so you're still attractive, but you are absolutely insufferable. How anyone could stand you is beyond me."
Snape stared at her, obviously impressed. "You have a lot of guts for a Ravenclaw."
Leah blushed and grinned. "Really? Thanks." She stopped. "No wait, I'm angry at you. You can't just do that, you know."
Snape frowned. "Do what?"
"Start flattering me and expect everything to be fine."
Snape paused. "Flattery will work?"
"Well, of course," Ashley said, as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Oh, then, I find you very outgoing and charming," Snape said.
Leah glared at Ashley before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
Snape rolled his eyes. "Good Lord, I've started the giggling again." He stared at Leah, sneering at her. "I take it all back, I still like Ashley better."
Ashley's eyes lit up like a four-year-old's at Christmas. A really, really, really *good* Christmas. A Christmas that had left her with Snape under the tree with a bow on his head. But anyway...
"WHAT?!" screeched Leah, practically livid with indignation. "Just cause she cheated on the silly online test so she could be in Slytherin is NO reason to favour her!"
Slowly, Snape turned to Ashley, attempting to ignore the growing throbbing in his temples. "What?"
She paled. Christmas was over. "I, uh... I... well, cheating still makes me Slytherin-esque!" she blurted out.
"Slytherin-esque?" inquired Leah. "Is that even a word?"
Her friend ignored her, turning the full power of her puppy dog eyes on Snape. "So, Sevvie, you don't mind about the whole 'cheating' thing, do you?"
His eyes narrowed into slits. "What did you call me?"
Ignoring the question, she plunged on. "You know, we Slytherins do whatever we can to get ahead, right? That little unwritten rule," she purred.
Beside her, Leah rolled her eyes. "Oh, give me a break, ya suck-up!"
Ashley stuck her tongue out. "At least I'm not in Ravenclaw!"
"At least *I'm* honest," Leah shot back. "Besides, what's so bad about Ravenclaw? Airelle Vilka was in Ravenclaw, remember?"
Snape looked like he was about to faint.
"Don't mention her," Ashley hissed. "He'll forget all about us and then what?"
"Sorry!" Leah said. "Geez, I had no idea this was going to be such a pain in the butt."
"Airelle?" Snape asked.
Leah stared at him innocently. "Huh?"
"You know Airelle?"
"Who?"
Snape glared at her. "You said-"
"I didn't say a thing," Leah exclaimed, then trotted off toward the potions cabinet. "What's in here?" she asked, pulling open the doors. A jar of rat eyes stared her back and she made a face before closing the doors.
"She doesn't understand the nature of potion making," Ashley said, sliding up to Snape's side again. "She's a little uneducated in that sense."
"I can hear you!" Leah called from where she was twirling Snape's quill through her fingers. "So, I'm not one for the potions ... you know I'm better at Defence Against the Dark Arts."
Snape's eyes lit up and Leah grinned.
Damn, Leah was getting good at this, Ashley thought to herself, watching the two out of the corner of her eye and waiting her turn.
Leah leaned casually against the wall, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. "Oh yes, I've defended myself against many dark things... mostly boys with raging hormones." She rolled her eyes. "To tell you the truth, I'm sick of boys." She glanced up at him sultrily from beneath hooded eyes. "Right now I'm looking for more mature men..."
Throughout this speech, she had maintained eye-contact with Snape and had been steadily leaning towards him, when Ashley burst out laughing. "You're so full of it! You've got a whole harem full of 'men,' aren't you satisfied?"
"For Merlin's sake, Ashley, can't you keep your mouth shut while I'm working, just for once?"
"Don't hold your breath," she shot back.
Horribly confused and lost, Snape sunk once more into his chair and rubbed his temples insistently.
Noticing this, Ashley came running up, her robes billowing around her. "Headache, Snape dear? Let me take care of that..."
Ashley leaned in, gently massaging Snape's temples. "You're so tense," she murmured. "Must be hard being a Potions Master, I can't imagine what's involved."
"Of course you can't, you silly girl," Snape growled.
Ashley glared at him. "Silly?"
"Now you've done it," Leah mumbled, watching with interest as Ashley backed away from Snape.
"Silly?" she repeated, looking very angry.
"Shouldn't have called her silly," Leah said.
"I am not silly!" Ashley exclaimed. "How is it that you've managed to make us both so angry in the last five minutes, huh?" She smacked Snape's arm. "You better not call me silly again!"
He sighed wearily. "I apologize, just please go."
Ashley frowned. "Go? Why would we go?"
"He wants you to go," Leah said, "not me. You're giving him a headache."
"I want you both to go," Snape growled.
Leah laughed. "Don't be silly Severus, my dear. You want me to stay."
He glared at her with dark eyes. "I want you to go."
Leah sighed and inched forward, leaning toward Snape. "Are you sure?"
He swallowed hard as Ashley's fingers began rubbing his temples once more. Leah smiled and fumbled with the clasps on his robes, determined *not* to rip them. The robe puddled onto the floor as Snape closed his eyes and leaned back into Ashley's hands. Leah perched on Snape's lap and pulled his wand from his pocket without his noticing. She grinned at Ashley and tossed it away.
"See, you want us here," she purred, running her fingers down his chest.
Snape's only answer was a distracted murmur. He was focused much more on the excellent massage he was receiving from the supposedly-Slytherin girl. Therefore, he didn't notice the victorious look the two friends shot each other.
Ashley rubbed his temples gently, resisting the incredible urge to run her hands through his long, silky hair. Meanwhile, Leah was massaging his shoulders, still perched comfortably on his lap.
"You're so tense," Ashley repeated, leaning her head down close to his so that her hair fell forward and brushed against his cheek. "You need to get more... relaxation time."
His eyes were still closed, thoroughly lost in the incredible sensations. He didn't often... okay, he never indulged in such methods of relaxation, thinking them petty. But this... Great Merlin, this was good.
"I don't often have such opportunities," he murmured.
Lean leaned forward, her elbows propped gently on his chest. "Well then, we'll have to fix that, won't we?"
Snape's dark eyes opened and he looked at Leah questioningly. She was still grinning at him, her hand still lightly brushing his shoulders.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
Leah leaned back slightly, pushing her hair back behind her ears before catching Snape's eye and holding his gaze.
"Trust us," she whispered, leaning close enough for her lips to graze his ear.
Snape shivered involuntarily and Leah smiled once more, twisting a strand of his dark hair around one of her fingers. She didn't know what Harry and the others were talking about, his hair was far from greasy.
Ashley slid her hands down Snape's head, running her fingers through his hair with a look of great satisfaction. She pressed her fingers into the tight knots in his back as Leah continued to murmur things in Snape's ear.
Every few seconds they would almost receive a smile for what they were doing . . . almost. His lips never quite turned up at the corners, though the look of relaxation was more than either of the girls had ever expected to see.
"Now," Ashley said, standing back to look at Snape, "it really is difficult to get at these knots with that thick material covering your back. We could . . . do something about it."
He turned his head slightly to give her a look that was part-questioning, part-suspicious, and part-interested. She raised an eyebrow, staring down his black eyes with her disarmingly-innocent-looking blue ones. Taking the fact that he didn't instantly protest as a good sign, stepped closer to him once again and leaned down.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and found the buttons of his heavy outer shirt. Slowly, she began to undo them, her thin fingers sliding the button free before moving on to the next one. Her face was directly next to his, and she was pleased to hear that his breathing had somewhat picked up its pace. So, the stern Potions Master had a few weaknesses, after all.
Leah finished the job of unbuttoning his shirt and Ashley slowly slid the material from his broad shoulders, coaxing him into sitting forward slightly until she could remove the offending item. "Much better," she purred in his ear, and he shivered, more noticeably this time.
Leah adjusted her position on Snape's lap so that she could face him, then shrugged out of her own robe and tossed it to the floor. Ashley gave her a questioning look and Leah shrugged.
"It's getting hot in here," she murmured.
It took all of Ashley's control not to break into laughter.
Leah stared at Snape, then slowly ran her hands down his chest to his abdomen and pulled herself forward.
Snape had to stifle a groan and Leah grinned, obviously pleased.
"So, what do lonely Potions Masters do in their spare time?" she wondered aloud, her fingers walking a trail back up his chest.
Ashley sniggered from behind him and resumed her massage to keep her mind occupied and to prevent it from wandering anywhere it shouldn't have been wandering to.
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End Part One