It was entirely unlike Minerva to be late to anything. The witch was always prompt, perhaps early if the situation allowed for it. It was one of the reasons Rolanda found their friendship funny; she was notorious for being late. They made a good balance. The girls had agreed to meet up before the end of the year party to do each other's hair. It was rare they got dressed up, and the party really didn't call for being formal, but the year had been stressful for them all, so it had been Pomona's idea to doll themselves up. Though she wasn't one for overly girly things, Rolanda knew she'd have fun if she had her fair share of wine. The other girls were excited, and that was enough for her.

Knowing she didn't care much to do her hair, after all she had so little of it, the other girls had sent her to find Minerva. Rolanda was surprised to see her wards were down on her rooms, so she pushed the door open. Perhaps Minerva was on her way out. Her living room was in its usual condition, warm with a fire burning and her things almost perfectly in place. Rolanda noted that a large black coat, too dark and too large to be hers, was strewn across the back of her sofa. Severus's, she thought to herself. Wondering where Minerva could be, Rolanda stepped further into her quarters, pulling her wand out of her pocket in case it was needed.

A small noise came from the bedroom, but Rolanda couldn't make out who or what it was. A small hallway led to Minerva's room, and Rolanda settled in the front of the hallway, careful not to get too close to the door. She drew her wand higher, pointing it at the door as she leaned over to look. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw her friend lying on the bed, legs spread, and skirt hiked up. Severus was on top her, his pants hanging around his knees. Rolanda made a mental note that his ass was much finer than she could have imagined under all his teaching robes. It had been a long time since she had seen such a young man naked, and she had to admit she was jealous of Minerva for a moment. The Deputy's head was back, hair hanging down as Severus was thrusting into her. Another noise came, this time clearly a moan from Minerva. So that's what I heard, Rolanda noted. Severus's breathing was heavy, and she found herself starting to sweat as she watched.

As erotic as the scene was, the secretive Potion's Master making the thin-lipped head of Gryffindor come undone, there was something incredibly comedic about it. Minerva was far too responsible to leave her wards down and rooms unlocked. Something about Severus really made her come undone. Rolanda was about to leave the two to their privacy, Minerva clearly not coming to their girl's night, when she heard Minerva shout Severus's name, and Severus finishing with a strangled cry. Severus practically fell on top of Minerva, running his hands through her hair. Minerva's legs were still wrapped around him, and from what Rolanda could tell, she was smiling. "Gods, Severus," she whispered, her breathing still heavy.

"Hm?"

"You couldn't have waited until after the party?"

"Not how you looked in this dress," he said in a low voice. "I couldn't let you run off."

"The girls are going to be wondering where I am," she sighed. "I can't go out like this! My hair is everywhere!" she exclaimed, sitting up, her black and grey strands stuck to the sweat on her cheeks. Rolanda couldn't remember her friend ever looking so relaxed or so beautiful.

"I wish you'd wear it like this more," he murmured, running his hands through her hair. "You know how I like it down."

"Some things I save for you," she said, kissing him.

Rolanda smiled to herself. She knew the two had had a stressful year. She suspected something to do with Harry's arrival, but she had never been too sure. All that was clear was Severus's evident disdain for the boy. From stories over the years, she knew that Severus had had a lot of issues with Harry's father, and she wondered if that was what had made him more unpleasant than usual. Harry did, after all, look exactly like the pictures she had seen of James. Minerva began to stand, pulling her skirts down.

Severus stood as well, his pants dropping to his ankles and grabbed her hips. As he turned to kiss her, Rolanda got a glimpse of his front and she widened her eyes. Merlin, is he big, she mused. It had been too long since she'd had someone in her bed. Minerva's breathing was heavy as he pressed himself against her and unbuttoned the front of her dress, her breasts popping out. "We have an hour," she practically moaned as Severus covered her neck in kisses.

Severus pressed her against the bed, pulling her skirts up to her waist again, Rolanda catching sight of a rather revealing pair of green panties. That's my girl, she thought with a smile. Slytherin colors and sexy underwear. He crawled on top of her, the movement of his hips enough clarity for what was going to happen. Minerva moaned slightly, and Rolanda took that as her opportunity to leave. She slowly shut the door to Minerva's living room and muttered a quick locking spell to give the couple their privacy. As she made her way down the hallway, she ran into Pomona and Poppy, both with curlers in their hair.

"Where's Min?" Poppy asked.

"She's a little preoccupied," Rolanda replied with a raised eyebrow.

"With what?" Pomona asked, crossing her arms.

"With who is more the question," Rolanda replied.

Both Poppy and Pomona's faces went white. "Oh…" Poppy managed with a look of disgust on her face.

Rolanda smirked. "Let's go," she said, leading them both back towards Pomona's rooms to finish getting ready. "I must say…Severus is built."

"Oh, Merlin," Poppy sighed. "Please don't go into details about what you saw. I do not want to think about Minerva and Severus like that."

"She took our advice on the underwear," Rolanda said, jabbing Pomona.

"Slytherin colors?"

Rolanda nodded. "And she acted like it was beneath her," she laughed, recounting the conversation that Minerva had brushed past, or had acted like she was brushing past. Clearly, she had taken their advice to heart.

"I guess we'll see her at the party," Poppy sighed.

"If they can make it that far," Rolanda teased, trying to get under Poppy's skin.

"Let's go inside before you make Poppy vomit," Pomona said as they opened the doors to her room.