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A New Friendship

                It was Hogsmeade weekend. He didn't cast the spell, because, horror of horrors, he'd gotten hard for no good reason at breakfast and had made his way to the dorm room to find it blissfully, blissfully empty.

                "Snape!" called a voice, a decidedly female voice, and he yelped, pulling the blanket over himself, prick deflating. It was Alecto Carrow. He'd seen Amycus leave other times, and assumed both of them had been allowed passage into Hogsmeade. But a lot of the girls, especially purebloods, weren't allowed out at Hogsmeade without a chaperon.

                Alecto called his name again, then parted the curtains. "Amycus wants help getting back at some of those nosy Gryffindors," she said.

                "Alright," he said, voice cracking unbecomingly.

                "Well, aren't you going to get up?"

                "Turn around," he said softly.

                Her eyes widened. "Are you naked under there, Snape?"

                His cheeks burned, and he scowled at her. "Would you kindly turn around?"

                She stared at him for a moment, then begun to smirk. "It's not like you've been asleep—you were just at breakfast. You were touching yourself, weren't you?"

                "Get out!" he barked.

                Her face fell. "Hey, I was just making chatter, Snape. We all touch ourselves at some time or another. If you didn't do it, I'd think you really weren't human."

                It was his turn to have his eyes widen. He hadn't exactly realized that girls could touch themselves.

                "What's that look for?" she said, then shrugged it off. "Well anyway, let me find your robes, then." She left the crack in the curtains she'd made, returning to hand him his robes.

                "Aren't you going to leave?"

                "I'd rather not," she said with a grin, but when he flushed and seemed to freeze, she sighed. "Merlin, Snape, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Now would you get dressed? Or don't, I guess, either way . . . ." She laughed at his expression. "It's just, ah, I'd like to see what you've got going on under those covers there, I would."

                "Leave," Severus hissed.

                "You'd show that Mudblood," Alecto sighed, staring at his lap pointedly.

                "No I wouldn't!"

                "You mean no girl's ever looked at you or anything?"

                "I'd like to keep it that way!"

                "Are you, you know, queer?" she asked sympathetically.

                "No!"

                "Well would you like to see me?"

                He paused, thinking.

                "You don't have to do anything but look, Severus," she said, using his first name to help calm him. "I'll even leave and let you get dressed first."

                He raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound too bad.

                "Later on we can plan what we'll do for revenge, but right now let's just have a little fun." She handed him his robes and left again, patiently waiting just outside the curtains. He still had his pants, and he put those on as well.

                "You can . . . come back in," he finished a bit lamely, as she'd bolted through the break in the curtains at the sound of his voice.

                "You ready?" she said, and slipped out of her robes. He stared at her mutely for a moment. "Shall I go on?" she said with the bravery she seemed to always possess in abundance. When he said nothing in protest, she slid her bra off her shoulders, unclasping it in the back. It fell to reveal the first pair of breasts Severus had seen in real life. He gulped.

                "You can just look, you don't have to touch," she said softly. "If you want to touch, of course, go ahead." She knelt up on the bed, closing the curtains with her own wand. She handed her wand to Severus. "Here. You'll feel safer."

                "Want me to take these off as well?" she said, tugging at the band of her knickers. When he said nothing, she slid them off as well, tossing them over the side of the bed. Then she just laid down next to him, smiling at him. "See? And you didn't have to remove a stitch of clothing."

                "I . . . I'm not scared," he said shakily.

                "Everyone's scared the first time," she said knowingly.

                "You were?" he asked her.

                She nodded. "You can let a hand slip under, you know. I think if any one of us is to make fun, it should be you."

                "Me?" he asked, frowning slightly.

                "Well, yes. They say I'm too fat," she said with a soft laugh. "Well, then again, they say you're too thin, don't they? We can balance each other out."

He returned her smile hesitantly. It was near-impossible not to do so. She was so friendly. She was just an acquaintance, or always had been before the current moment. This was such an aberration. But he liked it, way down deep. His cock liked it too.

"Look, I'll start," she said with a grin. She parted her thighs and let her fingers stray down to where they came together, locking her gaze with his until he flushed and looked away. She smiled softly at how shy he was, looking away herself. She began rubbing herself, making a bit of a show of it, moaning.

His mouth felt dry, and even as he reddened he was listening intently, watching her from the corner of his eye. His robes slid up, his pants slid down, and his hand slid under the sheets—and all of their own accord, or so he told himself.

It went on like that for a number of minutes, her rubbing, him stroking, neither able to look at each other, or, well, Snape was able, just shy.

"Can I look?" she asked, eyes sincere and not a bit calculating as she gazed at him.

He looked rather torn, rather frightened, not knowing what he felt was the best answer. He could either refuse, and risk her leaving, or show her, and risk her not liking what she saw.

 "It doesn't have to be a long look, just a quick one."

                Closing his eyes tightly, he pulled the duvet down, revealing his naked lap.

                "Very nice," she cooed, replacing the duvet. He peeped an eye open. "Yes, Snape, it's nothing to balk at."

                Personally, he very much wished he had her softer, welcoming, encompassing parts.

                "Would you let me . . . touch?" she asked.

                He gulped audibly.

                "I won't, then," she said, leaning in to give him a gentle peck on the lips. She pressed their lips together again, gently seeking entrance to his mouth, which he allowed her after a moment's hesitation. She reached up with her free hand to cup his cheek. His hand returned to its task and sped up as he began to return her tongue's caresses.

                She urged his free hand to curl around her back, still kissing him as the hand on his cheek lowered to press a finger inside of herself. She broke the kiss, panting against his cheek. "I bet you'd feel good inside of me," she groaned.

                His hand paused, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek, lying back down at his side, now going at her ritual with two hands. It was beautiful. He actually looked this time, his arousal making him bolder. He gasped, nearly coming, but holding himself in check. He wanted to draw it out a bit.

                Alecto, however, looked to have no qualms about coming as quickly as possible, and when she shuddered around her single finger for a moment, and then brought it to her lips to lick off whatever substance she had leaked, he moaned and, making his embarrassing little whimpering sounds, he came very hard.

                He trembled in the afterglow, still nervous, but he said nothing when she slid under the blankets to join him, resting his head on her shoulder. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

                He hesitated to reply. He didn't think he could speak properly at the moment anyway.

                "I know how you are about new things, Snape, and this was just another new thing. Nothing life-changing." He had to disagree. "So, friends with benefits?"

                "We are . . . not even friends," he said softly.

                "Are you suggesting I'm some sort of strumpet?" she said dangerously.

                "No," he said quickly.

                "Right, then. Friends with benefits," she said. She stroked at his greasy hair.

                He fell asleep in her arms. When he woke up, he was alone, but he didn't mind. Odd way to befriend someone. But then, they were both very odd.