Putting on a Show:

Five minutes after the girls left, and with Severus halfway through his second reading of Hermione's admittedly brilliant essay that would do well in any Wizarding magazine, Draco rushed into the classroom looking rather frantic. For Merlin's sake! Severus raised an impatient brow at his Godson, reluctantly putting the parchment aside for the moment. "What is it this time, Draco?"

"You have to help me, Uncle Sev!"

Severus suppressed the urge to snort at this oft heard plea from the young man. He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers in front of his chin. He did not indicate for Draco to sit. (He was in a rather bit of a hurry after all.) "As I already said; what is it this time, Draco?"

Eight more minutes later, the pale haired nuisance was sent on his way and Severus was back to his reading. (Not that he actually disliked the boy, because he was actually quite fond of the amusing runt he had spent a considerable amount of time babysitting in years past, but Severus wasn't in the mood right now to pamper him, obviously.)

Twenty minutes after that, all of the marking was done and the House points had been awarded to the best of the two sets of essays. In the case of the oldest class, Hermione, of course, had won the twenty-five points for Gryffindor, followed by Longbottom (surprisingly), Ginny, Draco, and a Ravenclaw boy receiving the five points for fifth place.

He then rushed up to the Great Hall for a bite of lunch, cutting through the teachers' lounge and arriving through a side door, intending to inhale it as fast as possible without appearing to do so, so he wouldn't miss the return of Hermione to deliver the tray of empty vials. But as he sat down in his usual chair at the Head table, he glanced over the sea of chattering young people and spotted a familiar head of riotous auburn curls. He immediately settled down to methodically eat his meal in a more normal fashion while surreptitiously watching the Gryffindor table. Severus brushed off Flitwick's attempt at engaging him in conversation with a noncommittal grunt, which wasn't an unusual thing for him by any means. The diminutive professor gave up, also as usual, and turned to talk to their Headmistress on his other side.

Hermione had the tray of empty vials on the table beside her, which he was relieved to see, because it meant that she still intended to deliver them soon. He supposed stopping for lunch in the middle of a task wasn't that terrible of a sin, considering it was a favour and he hadn't indicated it was a time sensitive thing. She also appeared to have just arrived, her plate nearly full, which he wasn't surprised over, considering how far it was to the hospital wing from the dungeons and how Madame Pomfrey liked to talk. (He'd been counting on that little fact to give him time to do his marking.)

Ginny was beside Hermione, of course, and they appeared to be having a rather uncomfortable but heated discussion with Potter and Weasley, who were sitting across from them at the table. Not a lot of food was being consumed by any of them, not even the redheaded one who usually shoveled in food like coal to a steam engine. Severus wished he could hear what they were saying, but there was just too much ambient noise from the hundreds of voices to hone in on just four. As is, he was forced to endure the assault on his senses by the nearly overwhelming smells and sounds. (He'd discovered a long time ago that Occluding during such situations helped to dull things a bit, even if it did turn off his emotions as well, and had gotten in the habit of putting up his shields a moment before entering the Great Hall.)

Despite not being able to hear the Gryffindors, he could very well imagine what they were saying based on the words he was able to lipread and his knowledge of their speaking habits. In his mind, their conversation went something like this as he watched them from under his lashes:

"What the fuck are you doing, fantasizing over Snape?" This was from Weasley, who was currently gesturing madly with his fork, sending meatloaf flying onto an unfortunate first year girl at the Hufflepuff table, which landed in her hair, prompting a shriek and a jump.

The Gryffindors didn't notice, too wrapped up in their own drama.

"It's none of your business who I fantasize over, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione responded with, leaning over the table and pointing her empty fork in his face.

"Of course it is!" Weasley leaned back towards her, furious looking.

"Not in a million years and even if you were the last male on the planet!" Hermione looked glorious in her fury, and Severus was almost glad his emotions were under wraps or he'd be having another reaction inside his trousers to hide. "You're my friend, Ron, not my keeper. And certainly not my boyfriend or my father. And even if you were, you still could not dictate what goes on in my mind, thank you very much!"

Weasley was now sputtering, mouth flapping as he tried and failed to come up with a good retort.

Severus gave up Occluding and endured the increased noise and scents so he could properly enjoy this, burgeoning erection and all. He almost felt like a bowl of popcorn would be appropriate. Instead, he made do with forking in his meatloaf and vegetables in a dignified manner.

Potter leaned forward now, eyes darting between Hermione and Ginny. "Ron does have a point, Mione. Your discussion in class was highly inappropriate, even ignoring who the subject of it was."

Hermione snarled at the messy haired boy. "Piss off, Harry. You weren't supposed to be hearing it anyway."

"Yeah, you should know better than to eavesdrop on private conversations," Ginny added, frowning fiercely at her ex.

Draco chose this moment to deliberately walk by their table after finishing his lunch. He paused by the youngest Weasley (on purpose) and leered at the girl as he addressed her. "Problems in paradise, Weaslette? You know you could always abandon these losers and…"

He didn't get to finish as the quartet turned as a unit and all but yelled, "Piss off, Malfoy!" in impressive synchronicity, loud enough that even Minerva heard them. (And her hearing was no better than average.) She frowned at the group, but apparently decided to let the language infraction slide, considering it was the last day and they were her precious Gryffindors.

Severus simultaneously mentally rolled his eyes at McGonagall's leniency and face palmed at Draco's incredible ineptitude. That is not what I had in mind when I said be nicer to her, you dunderhead. He watched the young man sneer with great dignity at the Gryffindors and then slink out of the hall to much laughter and felt a modicum of sympathy for the boy. School hadn't been the most welcoming place for Draco since the war, not even by his fellow Slytherins, which had made his snotty attitude even worse, if that was even possible. The sad thing was that all the boy wanted was to be accepted again. (And maybe land a rather improbable girlfriend before they left Hogwarts for the last time tomorrow morning.)

Their united front against a common enemy seemed to have brought the Gryffindors' argument to a halt, and they were now eating in angry silence, the girls studiously not looking at the boys, and the boys glancing up at the girls in hopeless confusion.

Since the show was apparently over, Severus put up his Occlumency shields again and concentrated on finishing his lunch.

He didn't quite make it to the end of his plate before Hermione suddenly stood, only finished half of hers. She must have decided that she was done or the atmosphere was affecting her appetite. Ginny stood with her, probably not wanting to be left behind with the moping duo. As Hermione shouldered her bag and picked up the tray of vials, Severus also pushed his plate away and stood. He mumbled an excuse about getting back to his marking (which was already done, but his fellow professors didn't know that) and made a quick exit back through the teachers' lounge, gratefully dropping his shields that cut him off from even himself.

Anticipation came roaring back, prompting his blood to hum through his veins again. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, it seemed to say as it travelled through him, more and more stopping in the middle and forgetting to move on as he swept rapidly back down to his domain like a great black warrior bat on a mission.

He made it to his office door just in time to hear the girls descending the stairs, their words preceding them.

"…just can't believe them. They're being such…" Ginny's frustrated sounding voice trailed off.

"Boys?" Hermione supplied helpfully.

He paused just inside his office with the door closed to the casual eye and waited for them to pass, avidly listening.

"Worse! Toddlers fighting over the same toy!"

Accurate.

The girls tittered softly at that.

"And what was up with Malfoy?" Ginny asked. "Did he actually call me Princess? Is this some new form of insult, because if that's the case, I think I like Weaslette better."

Hunh, I guess he actually did take my advice to try being nicer. Too bad it backfired.

"Who knows what's going on in Draco's head? But he's just as much of a prat as he's always been. Fortunately, we'll hardly ever see him again after tomorrow."

"Thank Merlin," Ginny huffed out as they walked by his door.

I think Draco might have better luck winning over a witch who doesn't know him. Perhaps he should take a trip to Europe to satisfy Lucious' most recent demand of his son. Or maybe I should have a talk with my old friend about realisitic expectations. Poor Draco really doesn't need more pressure hanging over his head just yet. He's only just nineteen, for Merlin's sake. Lucius could give him a little more time to grow up.

Knowing he had to move, he closed and locked the door with a wave of his hand and a muttered word before moving to the back of his office and waving a bookcase out of his way. He slid through the opening and into his sitting room, closing the secret door behind him as well.

Striding through the comfortable space filled with more books than the average human would ever read in three lifetimes, and a cushy couch and chair set in front of the fireplace, he moved into his bedroom. Looking at the newly made doorway into his classroom storage closet, he smiled in satisfaction to see the small line of darkness at the edge; his bait was still as he had left it.

He moved closer to the new doorway and listened.

The girls were already in the classroom.

And they were talking again. And this time, not quite in whispers, so it was easy for him to hear them.

"I can't believe we're in Snape's classroom without him or anyone else being here."

Hermione giggled as her steps approached the closet. "I know. It feels kind of naughty, doesn't it?"

"Definitely."

"I think I like being naughty."

You can be as naughty as you like with me, beautiful witch.

He heard the gentle sound of the tray being placed on a shelf.

See the light. See the light.

"In fact, I'd love to be naughty with Professor Tall, Dark, and Dreamy."

Merlin, you're killing me, witch. Just turn around and see the light!

"Ditto," Ginny sighed out.

Hermione laughed, thankfully still lingering in the closet at least. "I've converted you, have I?"

"It didn't take much, I have to admit. The boys prancing around this school like they're Merlin's gift to women just aren't doing it for me."

"You're telling… Hey, do you see that?"

Finally!

"See what?"

"Look there, a tiny strip of light."

"Oh. Yes. I do see it."

"I swear I've never seen that before and I've been in this closet hundreds of times over the years for supplies."

Severus could hear their tentative footsteps moving closer to the back wall. He quickly backed up nearly to the door to the sitting room.

"Bloody hell, Gin! It's a bedroom!"

"Let me see! Shove over a bit. You're right. It is!"

"Do you think it's…"

"Snape's bedroom?"

"Logic would assume as much."

There was a few moments of silence as Severus waited with baited breath to see what they would do next. Please don't leave. Please don't leave.

"Look at that fourposter!"

"It's huge!"

"Just imagine what naughty things could go on in such a bed," Hermione said, making Severus' heart nearly stop and his cock jump.

"Oh, I'm imagining all right."

"Do you think, if we stay here and be super quiet that Snape would give us a bit of a show?" the girl of his dreams mused.

That could be arranged. What did you have in mind?

"You mean like a strip show?"

"Yeah. I guess. I mean, he has to finish his lunch any minute now, and maybe we'll get lucky and Hagrid will have spilt his goblet into Snape's lap."

No such luck today, girls, but that has happened on a few occasions over the years, much to my displeasure.

"Wouldn't that be just perfect? Then we could find out if noses, hands, and feet really are comparable to penises."

I don't know how accurate that really is, to be honest. Never been inclined towards making comparisons of other men's cocks, and I can't see myself ever starting.

"I think we're just being silly now," Hermione said after a few seconds of silence, her voice stark with the realization of reality. "Snape is never going to just wander into his room and start stripping for us. We should just go."

Ginny sighed audibly. "Yeah. I guess."

Severus panicked. Shit! Have to do something! I really didn't think this through very well.

Gulping in horror, he glanced around quickly and then settled as a plan formed.

Using his hand, he gently slammed the door separating his bedroom from his sitting room.

"What was that?"

"He's here!"

"Oh, Merlin!"

"Quick!"

"Shhhhhh!"

"Right."

Gotcha. A smirk flickered over his face before he schooled his expression into one of utter seriousness. Then he calmly walked towards his wardrobe on the other side of the room, shrugging out of his voluminous robe and hanging it up on a hook. Then his hands went to the top button of his wool frock coat, just to see what kind of reaction that would get. This would be the time for them to chicken out if they were going to.

"Circe help me, he's undoing BUTTONS!" Hermione breathed reverently, barely audible even to his ears.

Normally, Severus would have undone all of his buttons magically, because there was a bloody lot of them, but since the girls seemed quite enthralled with the idea, and hadn't budged from their hiding spot where he imagined them with a single eye each awkwardly glued to the crack in the door, he continued undoing his buttons one at a time.

Buttons done, he tugged his sleeves over his wrists one at a time (ignoring the buttons on the sleeves, because really, he didn't have ALL day) and then shrugged out of his coat and hung it up carefully. And then he started on the row of buttons on his waistcoat.

"Oh, Merlin. More buttons." This was accompanied by some rather heavier breathing.

I had no idea buttons were such a turn on, he thought incredulously even as he inwardly chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of what he was doing; stripping for the girls like some sort of indecent stage show.

Waistcoat hung up, he tugged the black neckcloth from around his throat with a flourish. And then he started on the row of buttons on his white dress shirt, slowly revealing his chest one button at a time. He wasn't exactly a muscle bound god, but Severus liked to think the lean and defined muscles he did sport were adequate enough. It was certainly an improvement over the ribby, half starved look he'd worn last year, to say the least.

He undid his onyx cufflinks and placed them in a drawer in the wardrobe. The wand sheath attached to his forearm was removed and put in the same drawer, his wand tossed with a casual flick onto the bed behind him, and then he tugged his shirttails out of his trousers. And now his shirt was off as well, revealing broad shoulders, strong but lean arms and the aforementioned chest and abdominals.

And the numerous scars that covered his back and was scattered over his front, and along his arms, including the pinkish grey smear of what used to be his Dark Mark.

There was a pair of hushed gasps from the closet, making him grimace. He could have glamoured the scars away, but Severus honestly didn't feel like hiding anything about himself anymore. Especially with the witch he hoped to call his own. If she couldn't handle him as he was now, then better to find out before she broke his heart.

Out of habit, he murmured a freshening charm over his shirt before hanging it up with the three other identical shirts already hanging in the wardrobe. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening carefully, hand poised on the hangar. But there was no sound of movement, and he could still hear them breathing.

Thank Circe, they hadn't been frightened off yet.

Perhaps he should have been feeling some guilt for engaging in such an act with two of his students - something he'd never even contemplated before – but he'd taught them their last class which technically no longer made them his students. And they were both of age. And one was HERMIONE, who, as far as he was concerned, was exempt from all the rules of what he SHOULD be doing.

Taking a deep breath, his hands moved to his belt. He heard the girls inhale as he did so, signifying they were just as invested in this little show as he was.

The belt was slid through the loops of his black trousers with a swish and hung up.

They hadn't exhaled yet.

His hands moved to the zipper of his fly, just grazing the bulge that eagerly wanted freedom despite his thoughts of feeling inadequate or repugnant; his cock was one hundred percent in approval of this little game, no question. But then he continued downwards with his reach, lifting a foot to the ledge of the wardrobe floor at the same time to unlace a shiny black, ankle height, dragon hide boot.

The girls breathed again.

"Ginny, do you see what I see?"

"If you mean the finest arse ever placed on a male, then yes, I see what you see."

Really? Severus almost stood up to crane his neck over his shoulder to check out what they were talking about, but somehow stopped at the last millisecond and turned the slight movement into the pulling off of his boot and then his sock.

He switched feet and the other boot and sock was disposed of in seconds.

Then he stood tall again and touched his fingertips to his fly again.

The girls stopped breathing again.

So did he for that matter, as he carefully pushed the zipper past his overly enthusiastic tumescence.

Deciding to get the final part over with, he whisked his trousers and undershorts off in a swift move, then tossed them on an empty hook in the closet to be dealt with properly later. He honestly couldn't care less about them at the moment, because he was giving the girls a full on side view of his profile at the moment and they had most definitely gasped again. But this time in a good way.

"Oh. My. God," Hermione breathed out.

"I didn't know they came that large," Ginny seconded.

Severus had never felt prouder of something so ridiculous in his life. It was just a cock, after all; stupid and nearly impossible to keep disciplined when in the presence of a certain curly haired witch. Maybe his was somewhat larger than average, but certainly he wouldn't break any records. But the girls seemed to think he was big, and that just made him stand taller and straighter than ever before.

But then he realized, as he was standing there in front of his wardrobe, that he hadn't thought further than this moment. What the hell do I do now?

More than anything, he wanted to walk over to the new door and 'catch' the girls in the act of peeping so he could get on with the lovemaking. But the driving need in his balls was getting almost to the point of desperate and he wasn't sure how much good he'd be to said girls.

He really, really needed to come to take the edge off at least.

Fuck it.

Severus slammed the wardrobe door shut and spun, leaning his back against it and bracing his legs. He then took himself in hand, closing his eyes in grateful relief at the friction of his grip.

"Is he…?"

I am.

"He is."

"Merlin."

Seconded.

Hand moving steadily from his now weeping head and down his length and then back again in a rhythm every male learns in their early years, coating himself in his own lubrication, Severus stroked himself in what would normally be in gratuitous pleasure. But right now, it felt more like a life or death necessity. The mere thought that Hermione was watching him was enough to inspire him along into setting a new wanking record for speed. Grunting helplessly after only a minute or two, he cupped and tugged his aching balls with his other hand, and with one final hard tug on his hard-as-steel cock, he was shooting what felt like a pint's worth of seed across his room and onto the floor in what had to be another record for distance.

"Hermioneeeeee," he groaned out loud against his will, much like he always did in this situation for the past few years.

The girls were essentially panting now, much like himself.

Time felt frozen.

And then…

"Did he say Hermione?" Ginny asked in a hushed tone.

"Uhhhhhhhh, maybe?"

Oh shit.

"Maybe I misheard."

"Maybe."

They didn't sound convinced.

Now what?

"What are you going to do about it?"

Good question.

"I don't know, Gin. This is all rather weird."

"I think you should go in there and pounce on him."

Ooooo. I like that idea. Please do. Take the decision out of my hands.

"I don't know if I can. I'm just not that brave."

Yes you are! Severus was inspired to move. Not caring that he was naked, since they'd already seen it all, he strode for the new closet door, waving a hand at his mess as he passed to vanish it. (He rarely actually used his wand anymore, his magic stronger than ever, especially now that he wasn't fighting for his life on a near daily basis.)

"Of course you are, Mione! You're the bravest person I know! Look at everything you've done and survived and fought; confronting Snape is nothing compared to that."

After ascertaining that they weren't still pressed up against the shelving unit door by the sound of Ginny's voice, he pushed it open. "I completely agree, Miss Weasley."

The girls spun from where they were leaning up against shelves on opposite sides of the closet, arms crossed over their chests as they decided on Hermione's life choices, and gawked at him. Their eyes automatically flicked down towards his already reawakening cock (that had never really deflated) before moving back up to his face but not quite meeting his eyes, both of them blushing fiercely.

"Professor Snape!" they said in alarmed synchronicity.

"We were… just… returning the…" Hermione gestured helplessly at the tray of vials on the shelf beside her.

"I know," he smirked. "And taking in a show."

The blushing intensified, if that was even possible. It was bloody adorable.

"Well… Yes," Hermione admitted.

"Did you like the show?"

Hermione gulped, her melted chocolate eyes meeting his properly for the first time. Oh, Merlin, did I ever. You have no idea how wet I am. She pulled her eyes away from his, flicking them to Ginny in a 'help me' look, before returning to his. "Ye… yes?"

Thank Merlin. And yes, I do know how wet you are, my sweet witch. I can smell you. Both of you.

"Would you like to see more? Experience more?" he offered with way more confidence than he felt.

Hermione looked to Ginny again, receiving an encouraging and enthusiastic nod from the other girl. (It would never be said that the youngest Weasley was shy.) The young woman Severus really wanted sucked in a breath for courage and then returned her eyes to his. "Yes, I would."

His chest nearly deflated in relief even as his cock jumped in joy. Stupid thing. He had to suck in more air before he could say, "Good."

He gestured towards his bed. "Please, come in."

Hermione gave him a shaky smile as she sidled past his naked form, eyes darting down once again to the appendage that was quite determined to make its presence known. She stopped only two steps into the room and looked back, not really sure where to go from there.

"I'll just… go," Ginny said, sidling in the other direction, and sounding a little dejected.

"The offer was open to both of you," Severus said quickly. Ginny turned back fully towards him, beaming in relief. He smiled back quickly and then turned to Hermione. "That is, if you're okay with that, Hermione?"

Somehow, the girls had already figured out that Hermione was his main focus. Perhaps my calling out her name as I came was a dead giveaway?

She nibbled on her lower lip as she looked between him and Ginny, before shrugging. "Why not? "

Ginny rushed past him and flung her arms around the other girl. "Thank you, Mione! I've never had a threesome before. This is beyond exciting, you have no idea."

Hermione hugged her friend back, stroking a hand over her long red hair fondly before letting her go. "Oh, I think I do."

Severus walked in and closed the closet door behind him. He stepped up to the girls and looked down at them. "To make things perfectly clear for everyone, I am breaking school policy only because I fancy you, Hermione, beyond anything."

Hermione gasped, her eyes turning almost liquid as she looked up at him. I fancy you too, those beautiful eyes conveyed to him clearly. He smiled at her softly in approval.

Then he turned his gaze to the other girl. "But I am not adverse to adding the lovely Miss Weasley to our play for today and maybe on occasion in the future if that's what you two want?"

I'm all for that, Ginny thought eagerly, her own doe eyes shining at him, but didn't get a chance to vocalize it.

"I think we should wait and see how this goes before we decide on anything else," Hermione said firmly.

Severus nodded in agreement.

Ginny sighed, but nodded as well. "Okay."

There passed a few moments of awkward silence as they all looked at each other with sliding gazes and tentative smiles.

Hermione broke the silence, staring at his chest with apparent fascination. "Sooooo, now what?"

Severus gathered up his courage and touched a finger to her chin, lifting her eyes up to his. He lowered his head slowly, keeping his gaze on hers until the last moment, seeing only acceptance and anticipation. He touched his lips to hers in a gentle kiss that sent a shock of magical delight through his veins like he'd never felt before. By the way she gasped into his mouth, he assumed she felt the same. Amazing. Truly amazing. I knew she was perfect for me.

Raising his head, Severus opened his eyes and gazed into hers as they fluttered open. For once, there wasn't a single thought in Hermione's usually very busy mind other than a rather dazed, Wow, and Severus smiled in triumph. He brushed his fingers over the petal soft skin of her cheek. "Now, My Own, we adjourn to the bed."