Hi All! So had a little fun with this chapter, and I'm tempted to do a direct continuation of it with a conversation between Severus and Filius. Thoughts on it? Hope everyone is well!

Gildeory leaned back in the armchair he had made his own in the staff room. It was the most comfortable one in the room; he had tried them all to make sure. Fan mail Friday was his favorite day of the week, and he smiled at the photo of himself that a woman named Milly Boulguard had sent for an autograph. Dipping his quill in the ink that sat on the table beside him, he made the curviest letters he could muster and admired his work. Merlin, had he gotten good at this. "My, my!" he exclaimed, looking to Filius who sat in the armchair across the room. The little man was pleasant; he liked him a lot. He was a bit of a know-it-all, but Gildeory liked him enough. "My hand is sore from signing all these autographs."

Filius looked up from his books and smiled. "Oh, I'm sure it is, Gilderoy."

"I suppose that's the price of fame," Gilderoy replied.

The door to the staff room opened, and in walked the Potion's Master. Gildeory had grown to very much dislike the stern professor. He had no personality, and it was clear he didn't appreciate Gilderoy's fun personality. Poor bloke was jealous that he had no friends. There were rumors that he and McGonagall were lovers, but he couldn't imagine someone like Minerva being with someone so drab and mean. It was Gilderoy's goal to get him to let a little loose by the end of term. "Snape! What are you doing here? What a surprise!"

To his surprise, Snape pulled up his sleeves and sat in the chair beside him. He still looked stiff and uncomfortable, but maybe he was willing to help him answer fan mail. In an attempt to get him involved, Gilderoy took a pile of mail and placed it on his lap. Snape glared at him, but Gildeory decided to make no move to take it back. The man would come around! "If you think I am going to do anything with a single piece of this rubbish you call fan mail, you are out of your mind."

Rolling his eyes, Gildeory took it back and added it to the pile to be responded to. "Very well; you'd be surprised what you're missing. I thought you may want a glimpse into what a life of fame can be like."

"Believe me, I'll survive." A silence paused, and Gildeory used it to seal the envelope for Milly Boulguard. "It so happens, Gilderoy, I was looking for you."

"Were you?" he asked, his interest peaked. "And what can I do for you?"

"Valentine's day just passed, and I'm afraid I left Minerva a little unsatisfied…"

Gilderoy widened his eyes at Snape's admission. So, he and Minerva were lovers, and he wasn't holding up his end in the love-making department? Gildeory heard Filius start coughing behind him, and he turned and offered his handkerchief, but the small man refused it despite his red face. One could only help people who wanted help! "Ooo, need some love-making lessons from the master?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Snape's face immediately flushed. "Merlin, man. Get your mind out of the gutter; not in bed. I'm talking about in the romance department, cards, flowers, things like that. I'm afraid that our love life has gotten a little boring and she could use a man to step in and fill in the void?"

"And you're asking me?"

"You are the obvious choice," Snape replied; he was right. Nobody else on the staff made sense. "Unless, you would like to take a crack at it, Filius?"

Gildeory looked at the small man again, and saw he had tears coming down his cheeks, looking almost like he was laughing. The poor man must have really choked moments before. "Water, Filius?" Gilderoy asked.

"No, no," he assured him with a weak voice. "Severus, I assure you I'll stay out of this one…"

"What would you say, Gildeory?" he asked, turning their attention back to his proposal about Minerva.

"Well, of course, I'll help you, my boy" Gildeory exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Are you sure she won't mind being wooed by another man? After all, you are lovers…"

"On occasion," Snape said casually. "We're not married; it's not that serious. I just know with the stress of the chamber being opened, she could use someone a little more…talented at the lavish. And besides, she is such a fan." Leaning back in his chair, Gildeory smiled. Minerva McGonagall was a little old, but she was intriguing. Prim and uptight, he had imagined, on occasion, what it would be like to get her to come undone. Oh, he would prepare a wonderful set-up for her. He could have one of the other girls bring her to the staff room, and he would have it decorated with candles, silk furniture (she would be impressed by his transfigurations skills), chocolates, and candles. If Snape was willing to let him have a romantic night with her, he would take it. Miserable man didn't know a good thing when he had it, being so willing to give her up! And, to hear she was a fan- poor woman was trying to hide it. The most closeted fans were often like that. If she was too embarrassed to say it, he decided he would even surprise her with a free portrait! "So, will you do it?"

Bringing him out of his mental plans, Snape was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, yes!"