Re: answer to Q10: Honoured, proud, slightly scared and wildly excited.
*Ssh!* Rakina grasped Gingertart by the shoulder. "Quiet, you don't want Snape to hear us!"
Gingertart mouthed "Sorry," and leaned close to whisper in Rakina's ear. "D'you think wizards understand the concept of a two-way mirror?"
"Probably not, but let's not risk it."
The other members of Team Dragon were creeping closer to the mirror, grasping their notebooks and pens, their laptops and cameras and sketch-pads. Team Capitan Joanwilder silently handed round wine and beer glasses and Gingertart poured the drinks as the team stared at the scene unfolding on the other side of the window.
"Excellent technique there," someone muttered as Snape's pale, lean arse clenched in a hypnotic rhythm. Rakina nodded and made another note on her laptop. Harry's head tossed wildly, his hair flying as he clawed at Snape's shoulders. The members of Team Dragon murmered in appreciation as Snape gave a final convulsive thrust and Harry cried out as he came over Snape's furry belly. The two wizards collapsed in a sweaty, satiated heap on the bed. Someone gasped and poimted. Harry, staring over Snape's shoulder, looked straight into the mirror and gave a broad wink. Without even looking round, Snape lifted a hand and stuck up two fingers.
"For the benefit of our non-British friends," Gingertart commented, "That was rude."
"So is voyeurism," drawled a refined, very English and supercillious voice from the back of the room. A tall, blond wizard sauntered through the group, his wand held lightly between his fingers. "Now, perhaps we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement here..."
The Dragons drew in a collective breath and blew it out again at a thousand degrees centigrade, reducing Lucius Malfoy to a cinder. The Capitan opened another bottle as Gingertart swept the ashes under the sofa and Rakina handed round the popcorn. On the bed, Harry and Snape kissed enthusiastically, obviously ready for another go. All was well.