Warning: This story contians slash or perslash. Meaning Homosexul relationships-so if you don't like-please feel free to leave.

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Summary: Question-Snape catches the boys passing notes in class and answers a long asked question. Does Snape wear Boxers or Breifs?

Notes: This is a one shot-not one of my best-but I hope you enjoy. And since I have a dirty mind muse, he's making me list all the dirty words I used in this: Come, fingering, penetrating, hard. OMG-my face went red.


Ron?

What?

What do you think he wears?

Who?

Snape!

What about him?

What do you think he wears?

Wears what?

Boxers or briefs?

Why are you asking?

Well…

Well what?

Haven't you ever wonder what's underneath that robe?

Yeah.

Really?

No, not really, Bloody hell Harry, What Snape where's under his doesn't come up in my NORMAL train of thought.

Harry wrote a snide remark back to Ron, passing the note back. Just as the red head was about to open it an all to familiar hand snatched it out of his grip.

"You two should know better than to pass notes in my class, 30 points from Grffyndor," Snape said, fingering the folded piece of parchment, smirking as both boys paled completely. Walking back to his desk, he placed the incriminating note off to the side.

"Look up Harry, at least he didn't read it," Ron whispered to Harry, who just glared at his best friend.

"Potter a word before you leave," Snape said dismissing the rest of the class. Harry paled and Ron tried to give him an encouraging smile, before rushing off with the rest of the students, leaving him to his pending doom.

"Potter the next time I catch you writing notes in this class, It's detention for the rest of the year, do you understand," Snape told him frankly.

"Yes sir," Harry said, avoiding the penetrating gaze.

"You can go now," Snape said and Harry literally flew to the door, "And since you really wanted to know Potter, I don't wear either."

Harry glanced at the note that still sat unfolded on the desk, then to his teachers smirking face. Trying to act innocent with hormonal thoughts that now danced around his head was incredibly hard, and Harry felt his face get red as he managed to get out, "Where either what, Sir?"

"Boxer and Briefs," Snape smirked widen when Harry face got even redder than before, "Hurry along, you don't want to be late for Dinner."

Harry left the dungeons as fast as he could. A cold shower sounded very inviting.


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