The Stars on the Staircase

Filius and Something Else that Starts with F

We manage to make it through to the Christmas break without slipping again. My parents were going to visit a horrible aunt and uncle of mine and rather than sleep on the sofa at their house I have opted to lie and say that 7th year is proving too challenging and that I need to stay at school to catch up on work. They are disappointed, but seem to believe that I am stressed and with a little time to focus I will find the last few months of my time at school to be productive and successful. The day that all the students take the train home I floo down to his room as soon as everyone is gone.

I peek around the corner into his office. He is sitting at the desk in his private sitting room, not in the one attached to the classroom. "Is the coast clear?" I ask in my head, not wanting to barge out and get caught.

"Slipping into my bedroom uninvited, my little minx? How very naughty of you." He answers. I come around the corner with my arms crossed.

"Happy Christmas break, Professor."

"Is everyone gone already?"

"I just waved the train away at the platform."

"Ah, excellent." Since he is smiling I feel I have permission to approach so I walk over to him hopping up onto his desk, sitting in front of him.

"Do you have any holiday plans?" I ask.

"Not really. I plan on staying in my room as much as possible." He reached out to touch my knee, his fingers slid up my skirt a little.

"Professor, your hand is out of bounds." I playfully slide it back.

"McGonagall has already left for her trip and I think anything that happens in this room is in bounds for the duration of Christmas, provided we are stealthy." He slides it up again, deep under my skirt and I thrill a little, will he take me right now, before dinner?

Of course when we are supposed to be in the clear there is a knock at the door between his classroom office and his private office, and it's too close for me to slip back to the bedroom and disappear so I have to crawl under his desk.

"Come in." He calls when I'm safely ensconced. "My dirty little secret acting the part as usual."

"Ah Severus. Is this a good time?" It's Flitwick. Why is he here? I thank Merlin Snape's desk is the kind with a solid front and it's extremely unlikely I'll be spotted. Having my favourite teacher catch me under Snape's desk would be a special humiliation.

"Certainly." Severus answers Flitwick, and I roll my eyes, he couldn't have said no? Sent him away? "Have a seat if you like." Does it arouse him to have his little secret hiding between his knees while he has company? Why invite the man to stay?

"No thank you, just popped by with a casual curiosity." Thank goodness.

"About what, Filius? Potions related?"

"Poisons, more specifically the effect of poisonous fumes." Flitwick elaborated.

"What about them? You aren't here to inquire about the vice president of your charms club are you?" Severus asked, I snapped to attention at the mention of me.

"As a matter of fact I am. You know, she is quite a brilliant witch. In the last month her skills continue to impress me more than I have been impressed by a student in some time." The small wizard's pronouncement is making me chagrin a little in embarrassment. Funny, how I'm more bashful at being named skilled than I am from kneeling between my teacher's thighs.

"She is mature for her age." Severus responds while acting dutifully bored and I have to suppress the urge to laugh. I am apparently almost double my official age, and Severus well knows it.