Sev's Gang

 Severus woke slowly and lay in bed for precious minutes relishing the knowledge that he was between crisp, fresh sheets in his bed at school, far away from his father, or the noticeable effect his father had on Severus’ mother. Yes, he was at school, and if he did not get out of bed soon he was going to have to shower at the same time as his dorm mates.

Severus withheld a sigh and pulled back the curtains around his bed. Good: all the curtains around the other beds were still closed. Severus got up and quickly padded softly to the showers.

Severus smiled as the hot water hit his body and drank in the sensation for just a moment before he began to wash. He held his head under the spray of water and considered what Malfoy had said earlier. Severus eyed the shampoo for a long minute before turning away from it in disgust. He had no desire to look like Malfoy’s kept pet. Maybe if he kept his hair greasy Malfoy would change his mind.

“Good morning,” Evan called cheerfully, entering the room and choosing a stall as close to Severus as social protocol allowed.

Severus bit back a curse and sighed, considering quickly ending his shower. “What are you doing up at this hour?” he grumbled.

“Don’t mind me if you were enjoying the privacy,” Evan said with a cheeky smile. “I don’t mind at all. We all do it.”

Severus growled. “I was not partaking in *that* activity and I would not care to indulge in it in your company.”

“Pity,” Evan said with a wink, and turned his attention to showering and singing some popular song that Severus found irksome.

Severus sighed and began to speed up his ablutions. He watched the water run down Evans chest and shoulders until he remembered himself and quickly cooled the spray of water before switching it off and quickly wrapping himself in a wonderfully plush towel.

“Don’t suppose you could help me wash my back?” Evan asked cheerfully.

Severus swore at him and stalked through to the dormitory to dress.

Wretched Evan.

Severus dried quickly and spared his body a glower. Wretched Evan. Severus dressed quickly.

“Severus? Why are you always up so early, you git?” Wilkes pulled back his bed-curtains and gave Severus one of those vacantly cross faces that only recently wakened teenage boys make.

“Go back to sleep, Wilkes,” Severus replied. “There’s more than an hour before breakfast even starts.”

Wilkes threw back his sheets and stood up. “No point: I’m awake now,” he replied. He glanced at Rosier’s unoccupied bed. “He isn’t back yet then?”

“He’s in the shower,” Severus answered.

“Has he been in long?” Wilkes asked.

Severus made a face.

“I’ll wait until he’s finished then,” Wilkes decided. “Say, how did things go with Malfoy? He whip you?”

Severus’ eyes widened. “No!”

“Ouch, he ...you know’d you then?”

Severus coloured. “He didn’t do anything!”

Wilkes made the sort of face that tempted Severus to hex him. “If that’s what you say. It’s only a matter of time though.”

“That is a matter of opinion,” Severus retorted sulkily.

Wilkes shrugged. “In that case it’ll be alright for you to play cards with some thirds years and us tonight then, won’t it? If Malfoy isn’t going to come looking for you and break up the party.”

Severus’ lip curled. “I have nothing to gamble against any of you purebloods.”

Wilkes grinned in a way that was not quite innocent enough to be mischievously. “Who needs money when you’ve got the body that Malfoy wants to warm his bed? I bet there’s plenty of older guys stupid enough to want what Malfoy does.”

“You think so?” Severus said.

Wilkes shrugged. “You know enough hexes to take care of yourself, don’t you? Play a little.”

Evan emerged from the shower room and Wilkes got up to get ready for breakfast. “Get up, Avery, you lazy sod,” he called cheerfully into the bed next to him.