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“Are you or are you not the best student in potions, Narcissa?” asked Snape wryly. Her face seemed a bit crooked, like every time Severus doubted her. Of course she knew he was playing with her in order to get what he wanted, but he was the only person capable of actually getting it. Well, yes, of course there was also Lucius, but he rarely was interested in getting anything else than this Gilo-Filo, a mixture that allowed a person to tear a part of them and use it however they wanted… mostly for a guy to suck his own cock. No reason to think of it otherwise: Lucius wasn't a thief, they had at least one elf in Malfoy Manor so there wasn't really a need for him to, let's say, reach somewhere with his one hand holding the other arm when there always was Accio, right? Of course he wanted it only for sucking his own dick. He loved himself so much, he didn't have time for thinking about girls.
“I am”, said Narcissa with her voice cold as ice. “I will find it, make it and bring it to you”.
Snape was smarter than that to ask when she is going to do it. They were friends, sort of, he was of course this half-blood prince, yes, but his mind was occupied with something else.
It was only later when they sat togetherin the Slytherin dormitory and she gathered her bravery to ask him straight away. She was thinking that over and over for the past month.
“Would you like to… borrow some of my clothes?”
Snape didn't let her know he heard it right away. Only moments later he lifted his gaze from “Poutionss by Minstine Blasen Klingwrattzinstein”, a very serious book Narcissa brought from home only for the two of them to read. It was there, in Hogwarts, too, of course, but it seemed to be chained to a shelf in the forbidden section of the library. Anyway she was smarter and better educated than him, but he had that patience and intuition she lacked, almost a feminine touch to that.
“Excuse me?” he asked. “Were you talking to me?”
She looked around and used an EyeEar spell, making sure there were no curious ears anywhere near them. Slytherin House seventh year students had their bedrooms almost soundproof, but it was a common practice to check if anyone wasn't listening or watching. After all, it was a dormitory with students in it.
“I know why you want that potion, Sev. So, when you're ready, you could borrow my… wardrobe. Most of them will fit you, and if not, a simple…” she gave him a small piece of paper torn from a notebook with a spell, written with her round, a bit leaning to the right letters.
“Wellfit-alititto”, he read. “Is this for real?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows with disbelief.
“It's an old, Italian spell, Sev. Why do you think Milano is the capital of world's fashion?”
“I thought last time you said it was Paris”, he said. She smacked him lightly in his arm, then opened her hand. There was a small wooden box, the size of a matchbox. “Look”, she said. “You just stretch it to the size you want, alright? Like this”. She showed him how a little stretching changed a small box into a big one, then to a single-door wardrobe, which could fit everyone from the castle with their beds and more. And it was filled with clothes.
“How?”, he asked, amazed. She shrugged.
“My parents are very rich, you know, and Bella is interested only in dark magic, so she basically steals a lot of stuff and money but isn't interested in it at all, and Andromeda… let's say she's a weirdo, alright? She has her own wardrobe, yes — and yes, it is connected to mine, but when she takes something she likes, it's just gone. She won't see you or anything”.
Snape gulped, seeing all those wizard and muggle-fashioned outfits, dresses, and… he stopped breathing for a second – a long, almost as long as a street where his parents home was, shelf with nothing but shoes. Boots, sandals, pumps, with heels ranging from merely four to Merlin-knows-how-many inches, with silver buckles, soft brown leather, thick black leather with steel heel… and so on.
“It's okay, Sev” she said, gently touching his arm. “You can breathe, you know”.
“Why are you… giving me this?”
“Because I can, Sev. I know why you want me to make you this old as England potion, I'm not stupid”.
Yes you aren't, he thought. You're totally one of a kind. He waited.
“So this is my way of supporting you I guess. Noone wants to wear all those clothes and boots. Even I wear, like, what? Four or five pairs of heels on a weekly basis, as you know, and at school we have to wear robes, so… it just stays there. And someone could be having fun with it”.
Someone who couldn't afford it, you might want to add, if you were harsh and cruel, thought Snape. His family was poor, which always seemed very weird. They were wizards! What's so hard about literally making money? Of course every now and then he had to… well, do something he didn't really liked, but spells and potions helped very much. Especially the polyjuice potion. He stored it in every single bottle, flask and jar he would lay his hands on and there was always a need for more. It was simple: everyone everywhere wanted to have sex with someone who wouldn't want it and he was able to provide it with almost anyone at any time. And his father was so… narrow-minded. Young Snape made his first polyjuice potion when he was eleven and for the money he earned back then, he bought his books. Then he learned to grow, find and steal every single ingredient only to never not have it when needed.
“Yes, maybe…” he said after a little daze. “Can we please go back to reading? I still have, like, fourteen pages of this chapter and you know how difficult reading it is”.
“Yes I do”, she said, getting back to her book but observing him stealthily. There always was something different in this person, sitting with her on her bed, reading. He liked her, but never was nice nice to her. He fancied her, but more like he loved her look than wanted to get ahold of her. He said nice things, but never in a way that suggested that he wanted to have sex with her.
And yes, of course she had sex in Hogwarts. They called her ‘The Blowjob Queen of Slytherin’, because that's what she liked the most and did frequently, but whenever Snape let her know he'd like to hang out or read with her, she suddenly was unavailable for others. Once she literally stopped sucking someone's dick and went AWOL, invisible and nowhere to be found. Like there was some strange energy connecting the two of them.
She saw that he looked at her high heeled shoes more than thrice in the past five minutes, which meant that his focus and concentration were lost. Oh, how she loved those heels! Every single person looked at her, girls envied them and how easier it was to suck a dick in them, when your heels were higher and you had this sexy, beautiful support.
“There is a spell for high heel balance…”, she murmured, but he stopped her.
“No more of that. I do know that spell. Please, can we just read more, Narcy?”
And of course, there was ‘Narcy’. She got used to ‘Cissy’, but ‘Narcy’... Oh, she hated when anyone else said that, but when Snape did it, it was like… almost as he petted her hair. She didn't allow anyone to touch her hair, even during the cocksucking sessions, but Snape sometimes did pet her or put a wisp behind her ear. As far as she was concerned, he could grab her hair, tear it and literally grab her head and smash her on a wall in no time. And he should never, never ever know that. Too dangerous.
He closed the book, relieving her of the tension she felt. “I'm going to… somewhere else to try this… magic box of yours. I need some personal space, you know. When do you want it back?”
She told him that she didn't need this wardrobe for at least a week so he could spend any time he wanted. He could just grab one of those smaller boxes from there, put whatever he liked into it and just have it. When he asked what small boxes, she answered that during her dark escapades Bellatrix stole a box once, and it had another box inside, and that one another and another, and apparently there were more than fifty of them, so if one was gone, nobody will ever notice.
“Interesting… I will still pay for it, you know”.
“I expect nothing more of The Famous For Being Unable To Take A Gift Severus Snape”, she said, suddenly feeling the urge to just grab him and do everything to him. She twitched on the very thought of it. If he saw her twitch, he didn't say anything.
“How about we see each other in… two hours?” she asked. “Two and a half? After dinner?”
“Always”.
She turned the EyeEar Blockage off and almost instantly received a few small, magic paper birds with messages from three guys, asking if she's available for a little fun. Yes, she was. She was going to suck the souls of them until it was time for meeting with Severus again. His potion should be ready for then, too. She anticipated his wishes very well. Now she anticipated some fun.

He went to the little love nest he and his unofficial boyfriend made in that Room Of Requirement a while ago. Lily Evans told him about the whole “we both want to have a kid but we're both gay and need your help” arrangement and him, Snape, was fully supportive of both of them, even if he didn't want to have kids of his own at all.
“I thought I'd find you here”, said James, taking off his robe. “What is it?”
Snape took off his robe too, kissed him a little, then showed him the freshly stretched wardrobe. He opened the door and went inside.
“I'll stay here and check if the doors aren't closing behind you” he said. “It's for protection!”.
Snape smirked. Yes, for protection, I'm sure of it. Especially if you're going to be naked when I'm back. And I'm going to surprise you, my little pervert boy. He found boots, almost exactly the same as the ones she had during their last time's Wizard Gallery visit. Oh the faces of those people! She looked astonishing, an absolute perfection in the body of a woman. Only her heel was silver and these here were black… but that didn't stop him. He used two spells on himself and then went searching for a little fishnet he knew must be there somewhere.
“Close your eyes, James”, said Severus, literally coming out of the closet in his new high heels and fishnet dress that left only some to imagination.
“You know I won't ever close my eyes when you're around, Severus…. Or maybe should I say ‘Severity'?” he asked.
“It's fine,” said Snape, presenting himself to his naked boyfriend. “Would you like me to do something?”
“I presume taking it off isn't going to happen anytime soon?”
“You can rip the top off me, but the heels stay where they are”, said Snape when James went behind him and grabbed his hips.
“So you like looking like a slut?”
“Maybe…” said Snape, when James pressed his dick between his thighs.
“So… are you a slut?” James didn't know how to play this sexy game but felt cocky as he smelled Severus's long, black hair and felt he's going to burst inside him very soon. They both knew James was so into Severus, he'd cum in seconds and nobody could do anything about it.
“I am a slut…” said Snape quietly. “Would you like to take me here and now?”
“Oh, I'm about to!”
“So just do it, put your beautiful cock inside me and fill me”.
James was so hot he put a little spit on Snape's boy hole and shoved his six throbbing inches into him. He grabbed Snape's hips and fucked him hard for several seconds, smelling his hair, feeling their balls meet between their legs, looking at his legs and those preposterously high heels.
“Don't you like fucking your slut?” asked Snape and two seconds later James came into his boyfriend’s ass so hard even he was surprised.
“I guess I do like fucking my slut”, he said. “Too bad Remus and Sirius will never see that, they would go apeshit for a slut like you”.
Snape knew that this day would come, eventually. He didn't really like either of James’s friends, Sirius and Remus, but Sirius was Narcissa's cousin and she said he and his brother were “not going to carry on the line… so to speak”. And Snape knew James can't keep a secret when it came to sex, so… Sirius and Remus already knew they were fucking. Hundred percent. But as far as he knew, they kept their mouths shut.
“Would you like to…share my pink boypussy with your friends?” He wanted to go dramatic with “oh so now you want your friends to treat me like a cumdumpster?” or even “do you think they can afford it?” but it could be more fun that way.
James's cock was still inside Snape's butt and James held his chest and throat. His other hand was very close to Snape's dick, massaging his perfectly shaved pubic area.
“I'm thinking of sharing my slut with them, yes…”, said James, getting ready again. He started pushing himself deeper into Snape's ass again.
“First time each and every one of you needs to pay me a ten galleon fee”, said Snape. “That is non-refundable. And I don't care if you pay for the werewolf boy. If I am a slut, I need those thirty galleons”.
“Consider it done”, said James. “Fair enough”.
“How far do you want it to go?”, asked Snape, feeling him moving inside again. “Am I everyone's bitch now? Shall I suck everyone's dick too?” He turned his head around and kissed James's lips. “Am I to be yet another Slytherin Cocksucker?”
James pushed his cock deeper into his white ass, round and hard as an apple. “I know you'd want to… be her”, he said.
“Yes of course I'd want to be her, James Potter, she's everything I'm not, she's pure perfection with two capital cursive ‘P’s!”
“I wouldn't like to have sex with her. Never ever.”
“She wouldn't like you to have sex with her either. She only sucks a lot of cock, never getting into feelings”, said Snape, pushing back with his ass, balancing well on Narcissa's sky-high heels. “As far as I know”.
“I don't want you to get into feelings with my friends, too… I only want you to be our own Slytherin Cocksucker”.
“If any of you says or does anything disrespectful outside this room where you fuck me the way I want and allow to get fucked, you're officially dead for me and probably also very skilfully poisoned, do you understand what I'm saying, James Potter?”
“I understand.”
“I want that in writing. From all three of you.”
“You'll have it tomorrow on your desk”.
“Good. Now shut up and finish me, I have a date with The Other Slytherin Cocksucker and I don't want to be late”.
James didn't need further invitations. He grabbed his hips like the world was about to end in a matter of seconds and let his cum spurt into his lover again. It didn't travel very far, but sure as hell was that a lot. The prospect of having a slut of their own was very, very exciting.
“One more thing”, said Snape when he finished cleaning James's dick with his tongue.
“...yes?”
“You realize that I'm doing this because you said that you loved me?”
James nodded.
“And that if that was a lie, you're—”
“That wasn't and isn't a lie, Severus. I love you”.
He stood up from his knees, heels strutting on the floor.
“Good”, said Snape. “The slut will be available for you next week. I don't want either of you to cum before this time and I'm going to know if you did.”
“It will be hard for Sirius, he's a—”
Snape lifted one eyebrow, one hand on his hip in a domme kind of way.
“I will make sure of it.”, said James, liking the new dynamic, that powerful slut that stood in front of him.
“Good. Now get out of here, Potter. The slut needs to tidy up and leave too, before she's grown tired of you”.
“Wait, you don't want me to suck you off today?”
“No”, said Snape. “Just go now, Potter”.
James left. Snape looked at the clock on the wall. He had an idea…

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Severus Snape put a disguise spell on his new boots and went on a search for Narcissa. He put a little tracing spell on her heels and now with little sway of his wand he was able to see the little glowing traces of her footsteps. He followed to the brooms closet by the Slytherin’s Quidditch team cloakroom and stealthily stood in the back, searching for a spot to see how his bestie spends her free time. He found her sitting on a pile of quidditch banners and, as Snape wasn't sure he saw properly, apparently she was reading a book. Not a dick to be sucked anywhere near around. He figured she was waiting for another one that was yet to come.
With a sway of the wand he turned the lights off. Another little spell sealed shut both the door and windows. Very quietly he walked to her, gently took her wand out of her hand and touched her smooth face with his already hard dick.
She obeyed. Her mouth was like hot butter, her lips and tongue did an excellent job in warming and caressing his cock, finding all the right spots to please, playing with them, making him feel like he just won the lottery of ecstasy. He let out a satisfied grunt, trying not to sound like himself… it was hard, even though on his way there he went to Herbology Laboratory and ate just a little bite of Xiao Pea Extract, hoping it would help. The idea was for her not to know it was him, of course. He didn't think she cared but it could get weird between them. She was, after all, his best friend.
Her hands grabbed his hips through the robe, only to ram his cock deep into her throat so her nose touched his shaved pubic area and she skillfully licked his full, shaved balls. She started moaning with her mouth full, so he could feel vibrations and would finish inside with a force of thousand dragons. And very soon he did.
Cumming, he bit his own lips and grabbed her head, put his fingers into her hair and moved them around very gently, caressing with both hands the back of her head when she did her best, sucking his life's fluid. Oh, he had it ready to flow for a long time. This was better than anything else he had ever experienced (even with the man he loved very much) and she really was The Blowjob Queen of Slytherin, no doubt about it. If there ever was a school of blowjobs, she would be a highly distinguished professor. And people would stand in lines forever, hoping for a little consultation.
For a millisecond she touched his thigh and calf through a robe. Snape hoped she didn't feel the crocodile leather of those boots he left on and suddenly thought what a stupid idea this was. What if she knows the feeling of them and immediately knows it's him? What-if’s stormed through his mind, doing mayhem with everything he knew about loyalty, friendship, love… Did he break her trust? Was he disloyal? He remembered the feeling of her hair on his fingers when he was cumming. It was a truly sensational sensory delight. Did he love her too? Of course he loves her. But was he in love with her, too?
He couldn't cope with all the thoughts and excitement and he decided to act. He grabbed her hair and kissed her on the lips forcibly, feeling the warmth of her breath and the taste of his (and probably plenty of others’) cum mixed with her saliva. And then he stopped all of the sudden in the middle of the kiss and left quickly, making sure his super high boots didn't make a noise and her wand was nowhere around her so she could expose him. He rushed behind the corner and almost ran straight to their dormitory, where he changed his boots into his regular black shoes. He managed to put the boots into his chest and stretched on his bed, lying comfortably with a smile on his face, his heart pounding on the very thought of what he's been doing in the past two hours. And he couldn't decide what felt better: the feeling of being fucked in his ass by his boyfriend, or the forbidden fruit of his best friend's lips.

Narcissa opened her eyes. It was very dark there, but she remembered where she was and how she got into that room. She remembered how the Last One —as she decided to name that person who not only touched her hair but also kissed her in a way she just wetted her panties and then disappeared— dropped her wand somewhere… there. She found it and immediately used Lumos. Everything was just as it had been before: piles of some quidditch crap lying there, banners where she left them, still warm of her cute little butt, some stuff on shelves… nothing out of the ordinary. But then it was, an extraordinary, tall guy came here and used her in a way she's never been used. Almost… romantically. She touched her lips, feeling their shape, and remembered the unexpected kisses the Last One has given her. Oh, he was giving AND taking! She took her out of surprise, used her mouth, basically let her warm him up and then jerked off with her head and then all of the sudden he kissed her so eagerly, so gently, so hard her head spun. Who was that?
She heard a little knocking on the door. “Come in!”, she said, correcting her hair and robe. She thought that The Last One was… unexpectedly stunning, so different from her other dicks that came and, well, came and went, not leaving anything to imagination. It was always a pure transaction: she needed a dick to suck and they needed their dicks to be sucked, and since she was no whore, she didn't make anyone pay for it. And not a single person disrespected her. All of that seemed to be working just fine. Until now.
The guy came, she did her job, he thanked her and disappeared, not waiting for her to rush him off, as she used to do after she got what she wanted, which was more common than anyone might have thought. When the guy was sucked off, anything she ever wanted from him disappeared nowhere to be found, until the necessity arrived again and she needed some full balls to empty into her mouth. She made her hair and robe perfect again and left the room, ignoring some tall guy from Ravenclaw who might have wanted to get his dick sucked. He wanted to say something, but she looked at him in her special way and he knew that he missed his window and her good mood was over. Until next time, he thought. A little paper bird he made to send her next time might as well go to Gryffindor, that Sirius guy who liked to suck a dick too, from time to time. Guy was weird, with all that changing into dog sometimes, but after all, if you wanted your dick to be sucked well around here, you couldn't be picky.
She went upstairs, to the girl's bathroom on the fourth floor, only to spend some quality time alone, as she used to do after every single one of her little so called cock-sucking escapades. It was an important thing for her, to maintain a clear mind regarding her sex life. A moment of true loneliness, she thought. Isn't that what muggleborn philosophers called ‘Zen’ or something? The clarity of mind boosted up to the perfect nothingness. Or was it ‘Nirvana’? Darn it, she thought. If I want to have all O’s, I need to read some more of Muggle Art, even though it was a faculty she chose by a dice throw. Both her and Severus, of course, managed to throw exactly the same numbers. Was it a coincidence? Was it ever a coincidence with Sev?
Yes, of course it was, she'd say if anyone ever asked. But no one ever did. Was that a coincidence as well?
She gathered herself into the clear minded person she was and went on with her life. What time was it?

Meanwhile Hobb Hillsborough from Ravenclaw went to search for Sirius. Little birds from fellow quidditch players from Gryffindor told him that Sirius is outside, practicing spells with the rest of his band: James, Remus and that cute little tart, Patty Pettigrew. She knew how to ride a dick, too, oh yes she did. What was she doing with all those gays? Not being a competition, that for sure.
He found Sirius and James behind a big oak tree, halfway through the Hogwarts gardens behind the Herbology Glasshouses. They were Leviosing each other about a meter above the ground, both laughing and making funny faces.
“Hello there, boys”, he said. “I was looking for you, Sirius. I have some—”
“Betcha it's a very serious matter, isn't it?” asked Sirius, showing James his tongue. “Do you want to have your dick sucked?”
Straight to the point as he always was, thought Hobb. No fucking around.
“Yes indeed I do want that”.
“See?”, said Sirius to James. “Told you it's a serious matter”.
“It is very serious indeed”, said James. “Shall I hide behind a tree?”
“No, please don't. I have some other ideas. Let's land first”.
Both of them lifted their spells, both prepared to thump in the ground, both laughing from the little acrobatics they did in order to not break a nose or a leg.
“Listen to me, Hobbie, boy. If you want me to suck your dick, you have to answer these three questions. But bear in mind that if you lie, I will know. You can only answer three times yes, or three times no, is it understood?”
“But what if it isn't?” asked James. “What if one answer won't be the same as the other two?”
“I bet it is exactly as I'm saying. You'll see, James. Ready, Hobb?”
“I'm ready”, said Hobb, his black face expressionless like a monolithic statue.
“Do you want me to suck your sick so hard your soulless body will need a half hour repose before continuing your day? Have you been to Narcissa yet? Would you suck a deer cock if you had an occasion for it?”.
“Damn it, Sirius. You sure as hell know I do want you to give me the best job you can”.
“See?”, said Sirius to James. “I told you it was a very serious matter”.
“So what's your answer?”
Hobb sighed. “Three times yes”.
“I knew you went to the Slytherin House Bitch in the first place. You're a straighter, ain't you” said Sirius. “And that's exactly why you're sucking a deer cock first. Because you disrespected me”.
“How?”
“You wanted your dick sucked well and you thought of a woman first. That's disrespectful to me”.
“I answered that because I wanted you to… nevermind. Where's the deer? Do you have it in your pocket?”
Sirius laughed. “You thought it was a joke, right? Even if I did tell you that it is indeed a very serious matter. Turn around”.
Hobb looked behind him and sighed. Damn this Sirius dude…
“It's not going to be quick, but sure as hell it will be something you'll remember forever”, said Sirius, showing Hobb how to kneel and what to do. “But think of the stories you'll tell your children!”
A moment later, when Hobb was sucking a deer’s weird-tasting cock, he was thinking that when his parents ask him about his relationships in Hogwarts, he will be silent as a night owl.

Narcissa sent him a little paper bird, containing a simple: “WHERE ARE YOU?”. He went from boys’ dormitory to girls', nodding to some of the girls he knew and respected, including these two muggleborn, very good at herbology. They thought he's a snob because of his friendship with purebloods, such as Narcissa Black and her soon-to-be husband Lucius Malfoy, but all he was was a shy person who just didn't want to be mixed up with all this blood related nonsense.
“How was the sex?”, she asked. She seemed excited, very excited, more excited than ever. That was new. Or wasn't it?
“Oh you know how I like his dick inside me, don't you…”, said Snape, trying to hide under his long black hair just a faint glimpse of a blush.
“I wish I was there to see you, in a dress and everything”, she said happily. “Which dress did you choose?”
Snape lifted his eyebrow and made a little kiss for her – just a tiny invitation for her to guess.
“The white one!”
Snape, steadily as always, simply said: “ I'm afraid you gotta be a little more specific than this… there were at least two white dresses there, easy to make a mistake”.
“The simple minidress that I wore on that muggle museum trip we went last year”, guessed Narcissa, remembering all the funny faces of Muggles who couldn't decide whether she was an angel or a fancy hooker that somehow got lost. And Snape loved every second of that day. He wouldn't want to ruin this memory, she thought. “No… that courtesan one, with all the…”
“Cheater!”, he said, lifting her chin, to see her eyes. “How did you know?”
She caressed his hand gently, feeling her insides tremble from his warm hand’s touch. “I guess I just know you that well, Severus”, she said with a little mocking tone of voice.
Snape allowed her to caress his hand, not retreating it, nor doing anything else. His mind was wandering around everything that happened to him today.
“Well I had a curious situation today” he said.
Narcissa paused. “Could you repeat?”
“I said I was asked a curious question today, my dear”, he said, not knowing that she needed to force herself not to let her urges win and let her suck on his fingers, no matter whether he put them in his —or anyone's ass, for that matter— earlier today or even five minutes ago. It didn't matter. The faint glimpse of that blowjob, and him now…
“What… was that?” Her throat was dry. “Exactly how curious was that question?”
“James asked me if… I'd have sex with his friends too”, he said, not telling her he's going to give her all of his slut’s entry fee for the magic box she nonchalantly told him to just take. “With Sirius and Remus, and him, at once”.
She felt her face blushing, her pussy fluids hitting her silk panties like angry ocean waves. She almost smelled her own pussyjuice and for the first time she felt ashamed to the point of embarrassment. She was ready to literally throw her cat at him.
“Confundo” she said, sneakily pointing her wand at him. “I'm sorry, my baby, Severus, I just need a little help from you”.
“Always ready to help you”, said Snape quietly.
“P-please put a finger in my pussy, I will show you how…” she said, getting rid of her soaked panties. “Let me just… clean them, okay?”
He nodded, and she put his fingers into her mouth and immediately let out a groan of pleasure. He looked at her thoughtlessly.
“Ohh…” she said, guiding his hand into her virgin pussy. “Just like that, babe”.
“Would you like to suck on my other hand when I'm fingering you with this one?”, he asked, his eyes vacant, his voice with nothing but engaging helpfulness.
“Oh, yes, please”, she said, moving herself closer to him, thrusting her stiletto into his thigh, unknowingly piercing his robe. “Can you move your fingers…oh, yes, oh…” she took his other hand’s fingers and rammed them into her mouth. She wanted to feel him. Feel his hand inside her mouth, his dick inside her mouth, inside her pussy and even her… ass. Hell, she wanted him deep inside her pink, virgin butt so hard he'd rip her out and crush her spine, let her dissolve in his cum and allow her to become one with the universe, just like her building orgasm with his hands inside her mouth and pussy made her one with him.
She allowed herself to let out a ruckle, then, finally coming she buried her face into his thigh and her world exploded.
Two minutes later Narcissa finally managed to let Snape's fingers out of her mouth. She cleaned his hands to the point of Acceptable-By-Professor-Horace-Slughorn-And-Miss-Pomfrey and carefully dried them with her handy towel. She put her silk panties back, not remembering when or how she took them off.
“Severus?”, she asked. “Do you like me?”.
“Yes…”She felt like there was something more to it. She waited, but he didn't add anything.
“...And?”
“I wish I was you”.
“You wished you were me? Why?”
“You're perfect”.

She fought the urge of trying to see his dick through his robe, feeling that it could be too much. She touched it for a second and felt his balls, too, but then he made some weird noise and she panicked. She threw herself at him and started kissing his face and smacking him with her hands. It took her three times to finally wake him up. He opened his eyes, looked around, blinked three times.
“What happened?”
“You tell me”, she said. “One minute we're talking about your delightfully eventful sex life, next one you're sort of asleep with your eyes open and after a few minutes I start panicking, and…”
I might have just… zoned out, he thought. “It's okay, Narcy, it's okay…” he said, petting her hair unconsciously in a way, she thought, kind of familiar. “I think I might need some rest earlier today. I got to wash and read some Magical Animals… I'm afraid I don't remember what I had to remember for tomorrow's lesson. Will you forgive me, my dear? I don't feel like myself today.”
Narcissa played it cool. “Of course, Severus. I don't care about magical animals, unless they find anything new in that matter. See you tomorrow?”
“First thing in the morning”, he said.
“I'm wet already”, she said. And for the first time she said it in a way that wasn't entirely a joke.

Later that evening in a bathroom he looked at his smooth, shaved body and discovered a little cut on his thigh. “How did this happen?”, he asked himself. “Did I accidentally stab myself with a pencil?”
“Maybe your girlfriend stabbed you with her heel?”, asked Bloody Baron, emerging from a wall. The Slytherin House Ghost was known to talk to people in the bathroom. “I know she wears them all the time, as a proper lady should, if you asked me”.
“I didn't ask you, Bloody Baron”, said Snape. “But she is a proper lady, heels or no heels."
"So is you… so are you, my hairless black haired boy…” said Baron conversationally.
“Oh, shut up and let me enjoy my bath”.
“Milady”, he said, saluting him and disappeared in some other wall.