Better Than Cookies {COMPLETE}

A/N: I have a few people ask why I paired Snape with Hagrid…Well, there are a few reasons. 1) I’m a sick puppy *giggle* 2) It makes sense to me since Hagrid is a master at dealing with dangerous creatures and Snape can be downright frightening when he wants to be 3) It’s actually pretty hot once you get over the size difference which they cope with rather well *wiggles eyebrows* AND 4) Snape needs someone who can take care of him and love him unconditionally. *shrug* I rest my case. So, I decided to toss in a little off-topic, PWP smut just for the hell of it. This is not part of the actual story. It’s more of a “Meanwhile, back at the ranch…” type thing. Basically, while Dumbledore (asshole that he is in this story) is plotting to massacre Harry, Sevy and Hagrid are enjoying a little mate on mate time. WARNING: This is Snape/Hagrid smut. If that bothers you, skip this and wait until Sunday for the next actual chapter…if not, Enjoy.

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Severus sat perfectly still in the straight-backed chair before his fireplace. Every few minutes he would finish a page in his most recent edition of Potions Weekly and flip the page with a sniff of disdain.

“Idiots, the lot of them,” he mumbled under his breath even as he shifted to a more comfortable position.

Across the room, Hagrid silently watched his mate mumble and scowl. He smiled and let his eyes wander over his mate’s body. Though Severus’ robes draped around him gracefully, Hagrid knew the cloth hid the still fading bruises left by the recent attack. The thought made him growl deep in his throat. The sound drew Severus’ dark eyes to his.

“Rubeus, are you quite well?” Severus’ gaze softened greatly as he studied his mate.

Hagrid nodded and rose to his feet. “I were jus’ thinking’. Yeh ne’er tol’ me who it were that hur’ yeh, Sev’rus.” He pinned the smaller man with the closest he could get to a scowl.

Severus instantly closed up. All light faded from his eyes and he let his gaze settle on the book in his lap again. “I thought I made myself clear.” His eyes rose to glare at Hagrid. “I do not wish to speak of it. Ever.”

“But, Sev’rus…” Hagrid started to speak only to have his mate make a quick slashing motion with his hand.

“No! I do not wish to speak of it. You think you want to know but the knowledge would do nothing but harm. Do not speak of this again.” He slammed his book shut and set it on the floor beside his chair. “I will be in the bedroom if you need me.” With that he rose and stalked from the room.

For long moments, Hagrid sat perfectly still, then his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He stood and turned toward the open doorway of the bedroom where Severus was visible. The tall, thin man was gingerly slipping off his robes, mindful that any fast movement would damage newly healed injuries. Bending forward to untie his boots, he groaned in pain. Hagrid crossed the sitting room in two long strides, stopping behind his mate.

Severus sighed as two large hands closed around his waist and kneaded the muscles of his lower back. “God, Rubeus, don’t stop.” His head fell forward limply, his hair a shining curtain around his face. All the days stress seemed to melt away with his mate’s warm fingers gently attacking the sore muscles of his back and working their way up to his shoulders. He let out a quiet sigh and leaned back against Hagrid’s cloth-covered chest.

“Sev’rus,” Hagrid groaned. He fought to press down the arousal he felt at his mate’s closeness but Severus lithe form squirmed against him. He choked at a particularly firm wiggle. “Sev’rus, I’m no’ a saint.” His fingers stroked down over the potions master’s chest, gently rubbing first on one nipple then the other.

Severus moaned and turned to face his mate with eyes made shiny from passion. “Rubeus,” the smaller man snarled, nearly climbing the giant in his excitement. “Take me.”

Hagrid quickly dropped his hands to his sides. “Sev’rus. We can’. Yer wounds…” He bit his lip and gave Severus a doubtful look.

Severus scowled and crossed his arms, nearly completing the action without a wince. “I don’t bloody well care. I want you, you want me, and we are mates. We shall have to simply work around the rest.”

“I dunno. The day was hard fer yeh, Sev’rus.” He ran a hand down over the inky locks that covered his mate’s head. “Yer prolly sore.”

Severus’ eyes closed at the soft touch before flying open again at his mate’s denial of his request. “Fine.” He huffed dramatically and turned his back. Seemingly forgetting his mate’s presence, he went back to untying his boots. The movement still caused pain, pulling a newly healed muscle in his side. Before he could straighten in defeat, Hagrid growled and dropped heavily to his knees, turning Severus to face him.

They stared at each other for a moment, eye to eye, then Hagrid began attacking the thin boot laces with a vengeance. Every few seconds he would mutter to himself, a sure sign he was spending too much time with his snarky mate. Finally both boots loosened enough for Severus to step out of them. As he placed a hand on Hagrid’s shoulder their eyes met. Bottomless black pools stared into each other for countless minutes. Severus felt Hagrid’s hand on the back of his calf as the other pulled the boot from his stocking-clad foot. Rather than leaving once the job was done, the hand moved upwards to curl around the back of his thigh just under the curve of his ass.

“Rubeus?” Severus asked breathlessly.

Hagrid didn’t answer in words, only tugged his other boot off and tossed it across the room where it landed against the wall with a thump. He smiled and leaned forward to rub his lips against Severus’.

Severus smiled slightly and began to inch backwards toward the bed only to have Hagrid adjust his grip and pull him into the air. The smaller man let out a quiet gasp as his hips were ground against his mate’s obviously hard cock. The impossibly warm hands somehow managed to sneak under his robes and Severus jerked in surprise at the feeling of a thick finger rubbing through his trousers directly over his entrance. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he pressed backwards and moaned as the digit nearly breached him.

“Yeh want more, Sev?” Hagrid smiled at the wanton expression the man gave him. He took another large step and knelt on the side of the bed.

Severus blinked up at Hagrid dazedly, unsure how two days without the giant’s intimate touch had made him so desperate. He finally decided it didn’t matter and spread his legs around his mate’s thick thigh. The muscles bunched under him, their movement caressing his straining erection. He let out a sound frighteningly close to a whine and grit his teeth in frustration. “Oh for god’s sake! Will you just rip them off already?” He heard Hagrid chuckle and then his lower body was bare as his trousers came free from him with one mighty jerk from the giant’s hands.

“Better?”

Severus opened his mouth to reply only to clamp in closed again as he bit back a low moan of pleasure. Hagrid leaned over him to rummage in the bedside drawer even as his other hand stroked over the back of Severus’ thighs and between them. The strong fingers lightly tickled his heavy balls until he felt he would explode. “Rubeus,” he grit his teeth letting only the angry hiss escape.

“Hmmm?”

All thought ceased as one long lubricated finger found it was to his entrance and then began working its way inside. Severus’ mouth fell open in an “o” of pleased surprise. Breathing in harsh pants, he whimpered for more.

Hagrid shivered violently at the feeling of his mate’s body around his fingers. The hot sucking seemed to go straight to his cock and he ached to enter Severus’ lean, pale body. Glistening with a thin layer of sweat the man arched against his broad chest. Severus’ soft thighs trembled around Hagrid’s powerfully muscled leg as he moved with the smooth thrusts of the fingers entering him.

Severus shuddered and forced his eyes to open. He tipped his head back, dark hair spilling over his shoulders, and met Hagrid’s black eyes. They shone with pleasure and a silent promise. “Rubeus,” he sighed.

“Sev’rus.” Hagrid reached down between their bodies to unlace his trousers and free his cock. He quickly moved Severus away from his thigh to straddle his lap and chuckled at the man’s disappointed noise. The sound changed to a pleased moan a moment later when he began to enter him in slow, fluid thrusts.

“Aaah!” Severus’ muscles clenched violently around the intruder. Each ripple of sensation threatened to put him over the edge. He finally snapped open his eyes and glared at his mate. “Will you get on with it. I haven’t got all night. I have classes tomorrow and…” His words ended in a scream as Hagrid slammed into him, punching his prostate with enough force to make him see bright lights. “Oh God!”

Hagrid smirked and did it again. He quickly found a rhythm that made the man moan and jerk in his lap. Long-fingered hands grabbed at his shirt and fisted the fabric hard enough to pop a few buttons free.

“Ah! Yes! Rubeus, touch me. Please!” The usually retrained potions master bit his bottom lip and moaned as he rubbed himself wantonly against Hagrid’s stomach.

If anything his mate’s desperate, unrestrained behavior urged him on further. Hagrid reached down between them and closed his slick hand around his mate’s painfully hard cock. The response was immediate. Severus spasmed against and around him, yelling out wordlessly. With a loud growl, Hagrid spilled himself inside the heat of his mate, struggling not to crush the man to his chest for the fear of hurting him.

Minutes later, Severus opened his eyes to find himself lying on the bed beside his mate. The shadows on the ceiling danced in the flickering light of the lamp and he smiled tiredly. “Rubeus?” He received a quiet grunt and then an arm curled around his waist to bring him closer. As Hagrid placed soft kisses down his neck and over his shoulder, he smiled. “You did well.” He felt rather than saw the giant’s smile as their bond pulsed with contentment.