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The Slamming of The Door
TITLE: Dreams In Time 13 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. I just like to play with them and make them do naughty things to each other. They are the property of JKR, all of her assignees, yada yada yada, so on and so forth, BUT if she ever wants to get rid of Sev, well, I’ve got first dibs.
WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism
From Chapter 12: The Intuition of A Mother
“Touché. I’ll let you know soon. Good night Lucius.” Severus chuckled as he ended the fire call. Seeing that Alexander had already gone to bed, he decided to go to his own room and, as the saying goes, ‘take matters into his own hands’.
Chapter 13: The Slamming of the Door
His eyes fluttered closed and he bit back a whine of gratification as he wrapped his hand around his own rigid length. The lubricant, his custom formula, was perfect; warmed to a perfect temperature, not too slick as to take away from the magnificent friction, but smooth enough to allow the liberty of movement. He had barely made it to his room before touching himself. Thinking about Alexander, and their kiss had renewed his arousal in record time. Add to that the fact that he would be touching himself with Alexander just down the hall… He had all but torn his clothes off and sprawled haphazardly across the plush covers of his bed. With his right hand still moving slowly up and down his shaft, Severus used his left hand to randomly stuff his pillows behind his back – anything to prop himself up a bit for further access. Satisfied with the pillows, he reached his left hand out toward the jar of lubricant and ran the palm over the top. He then captured his slightly furred balls and began rolling them slightly, kneading them. “Alexander,” he breathed, “yes, more.” He tightened his right hand to the point where it should have been painful, and planting his feet on the comforter, began lifting his hips in order to thrust into his own hand. “Alex, ahh…,” he bit back a hungry moan.
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Harry found that sleep was difficult in coming that night. He heard Severus bound up the stairs, obviously in a hurry. The door to Sev’s bedroom closed with a ‘thump’. Harry got up and started down the hall. Maybe something was wrong with his…boyfriend? He had just passed the bathroom when he heard a slight whimper. He rushed to the door, which was open slightly. When he heard the bed begin to creak in very distinctive pattern, he stopped. He couldn’t be doing…that, could he? He peered in cautiously. What he saw was better than any wet dream. Severus was propped up on the bed, lying with his lower body toward the door. Sev’s head was thrown back; Harry couldn’t see his eyes. He was pumping his cock with his right hand, while his left was stroking his sac. Harry swallowed hard, his throat and mouth suddenly dry. His sleep pants were growing tight. He heard Severus sigh, “Alexander, yes, more,” and thought he would spill himself right then and there. Then Sev braced his elegant feet on the covers and spread his legs wide, giving Harry a perfect view of the purple-red cock, the hairy testicles, and a very tight, inviting arsehole. Harry bit his lip to keep from making a sound. Severus began fucking his hand, “Alex, ahh…,” he sounded so needy. Harry’s hand gripped the doorknob, fingers and knuckles turning white from the pressure. With his other hand, he grabbed his own cock. He was so close; he wouldn’t need much of anything to explode. He continued to watch Severus forcefully thrusting his own cock into that long-fingered right hand. The left moved down a bit, with one of those wonderful fingers searching out the wrinkled opening. Harry pumped his cock furiously. Severus circled around the hole once, twice, and then plunged the finger all the way in that tight heat. Harry’s sob of completion was covered by Severus’s satisfied shout of “Harry!” as he came.
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Cornelius Fudge paced the distance of his office at the Ministry of Magic. His hands were locked together behind his stout form and a look of nervous concentration was on his plump face. He was not a happy man. Far from it, in fact. He was going to get back in that school if it was the last thing he ever did. It wasn’t that he really cared, it was the principle that bothered him now. He was the Minister of Magic. He should have been the first one to be told. The reporters expected it. To be expelled by that overgrown, pompous…parakeet…was just too much. Eyes alight with what he was sure were fiendishly wonderful ideas, Fudge scrambled to his desk. He pulled out a blank parchment, grabbed his favorite quill, and began to write. Yes, this person would definitely take care of his Hogwarts problem.
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Charlie Weasley frowned as he listened to his mother extol the virtues of the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ once again. Ever since the sickly little runt asked her how to enter the train station, the woman had just rambled on and on about the little monster. He was sick and tired of it. She had six sons of her own; wasn’t any one of them just as good and worthy as the Golden Boy? He threw himself out of his chair and stormed out of the room, startling Molly out of her soliloquy.
“Don’t worry, dear. He’s just upset about Harry,” her husband tried to calm her. It wouldn’t do any good to get Molly irritated again. Arthur shook his head as he wrapped his arms gently around his wife. No, he didn’t think she could handle his worries about Charlie right now. He had seen the changes in the last few years in his second son, and the quickly covered frowns and disapproving looks whenever Harry was mentioned. Something was going on with his boy, and Arthur was going to get to the bottom of it.
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Severus wiped his hand over his face as he finally left the Headmaster’s office. He was drained. Talking about that time, thinking about that time, always had that effect on him. As he seemingly wandered through the corridors toward his personal apartments, he wondered at how things would turn out. ‘Once he realizes what has happened…’ He shook his head and missed the small tabby cat scurrying in the opposite direction. He entered his quarters, intent on downing a sleeping potion and remaining asleep until ten minutes before his first class. He shed his robes, shoes and socks at the door, leaving him in just his starched white button-down and black trousers. He curled long, elegant toes into the thick hand-tufted Aubusson rug and sighed contentedly. It was as close to paradise as he’d ever get without Harry. He choked down the sudden dry lump in his throat. As he padded across the carpet toward his lab, the flames in the fireplace flared green. He didn’t even have time to react before Remus Lupin was standing in his sitting room, holding a worn book, and demanding at the top of his lungs, “How long, Severus? How long have you known?”
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Harry froze even as his cock still spewed his release. He had heard his name, the name ‘Harry’, flung from Severus’s mouth during the other man’s orgasm. For a long moment, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. How did he know? Did he know? He began to panic. He hurriedly turned and ran back down the hall to his own room, not caring if he made noise. He slammed the door and tossed every locking spell he knew at it. He threw himself on his bed and made a vain effort to sort everything out.
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Severus couldn’t take much more. The delicious friction on his cock as he teased his own opening was rapidly taking him toward the edge. With his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut against outside intrusions, he thought of Alexander with kiss-swollen lips and lust-glazed eyes. He was so close. He plunged his finger into the hole; the eyes in his fantasy turned a luminous green, causing him to plunge over the edge as he howled, “Harry!”
Shaking with release and gasping for breath, Severus realized what name he had used. Then he heard it – the sound of footsteps running away – away – from him and the door slamming down the hall. He felt the strong surge of magic. He sat up as best he could. “Fuck,” he whispered, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” He was screaming by the end. He moved to sit at the edge of his bed, propped his elbows on his knees and ran his hands over his face. He had just ruined his chances with the young man.
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Hermione was frantically going through the books in the school library, searching for anything that could help them get Harry back. She knew that the Headmaster said that he was safe, but he was their best friend, and they needed him. Besides, how would he ever get a decent job if he didn’t take his exams? Ron was beside her, being the supportive, loving boyfriend, looking up entries in his own inept way. He was intelligent, but he was shite at research. She pulled an ancient tome off of the top shelf of the ‘Transfiguration’ section. Dust flew everywhere, clinging to her. She flipped the book open and started scanning. More dust filled the air. She started coughing, her eyes tearing up and beginning to sting. Just as she started to close the book, she saw it. The section was labeled, ‘Time Spells, Reversals, and Mishaps’. She let out a shout, waking Ron from his research-induced haze, “This has to be it!”
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The slender hand practiced the wand movements to mark the prisoners tomorrow would bring. The Master did not intend to kill everyone, as the idiot Voldemort had. No, the Master intended to kill only those who were foolish enough to fight against them. Those that surrendered would be marked. Satisfied with the charm, the Master smiled. The followers surrounding the Master cowered in fear when a high-pitched laugh filled the air.
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AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. I just like to play with them and make them do naughty things to each other. They are the property of JKR, all of her assignees, yada yada yada, so on and so forth, BUT if she ever wants to get rid of Sev, well, I’ve got first dibs.
WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism
From Chapter 12: The Intuition of A Mother
“Touché. I’ll let you know soon. Good night Lucius.” Severus chuckled as he ended the fire call. Seeing that Alexander had already gone to bed, he decided to go to his own room and, as the saying goes, ‘take matters into his own hands’.
Chapter 13: The Slamming of the Door
His eyes fluttered closed and he bit back a whine of gratification as he wrapped his hand around his own rigid length. The lubricant, his custom formula, was perfect; warmed to a perfect temperature, not too slick as to take away from the magnificent friction, but smooth enough to allow the liberty of movement. He had barely made it to his room before touching himself. Thinking about Alexander, and their kiss had renewed his arousal in record time. Add to that the fact that he would be touching himself with Alexander just down the hall… He had all but torn his clothes off and sprawled haphazardly across the plush covers of his bed. With his right hand still moving slowly up and down his shaft, Severus used his left hand to randomly stuff his pillows behind his back – anything to prop himself up a bit for further access. Satisfied with the pillows, he reached his left hand out toward the jar of lubricant and ran the palm over the top. He then captured his slightly furred balls and began rolling them slightly, kneading them. “Alexander,” he breathed, “yes, more.” He tightened his right hand to the point where it should have been painful, and planting his feet on the comforter, began lifting his hips in order to thrust into his own hand. “Alex, ahh…,” he bit back a hungry moan.
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Harry found that sleep was difficult in coming that night. He heard Severus bound up the stairs, obviously in a hurry. The door to Sev’s bedroom closed with a ‘thump’. Harry got up and started down the hall. Maybe something was wrong with his…boyfriend? He had just passed the bathroom when he heard a slight whimper. He rushed to the door, which was open slightly. When he heard the bed begin to creak in very distinctive pattern, he stopped. He couldn’t be doing…that, could he? He peered in cautiously. What he saw was better than any wet dream. Severus was propped up on the bed, lying with his lower body toward the door. Sev’s head was thrown back; Harry couldn’t see his eyes. He was pumping his cock with his right hand, while his left was stroking his sac. Harry swallowed hard, his throat and mouth suddenly dry. His sleep pants were growing tight. He heard Severus sigh, “Alexander, yes, more,” and thought he would spill himself right then and there. Then Sev braced his elegant feet on the covers and spread his legs wide, giving Harry a perfect view of the purple-red cock, the hairy testicles, and a very tight, inviting arsehole. Harry bit his lip to keep from making a sound. Severus began fucking his hand, “Alex, ahh…,” he sounded so needy. Harry’s hand gripped the doorknob, fingers and knuckles turning white from the pressure. With his other hand, he grabbed his own cock. He was so close; he wouldn’t need much of anything to explode. He continued to watch Severus forcefully thrusting his own cock into that long-fingered right hand. The left moved down a bit, with one of those wonderful fingers searching out the wrinkled opening. Harry pumped his cock furiously. Severus circled around the hole once, twice, and then plunged the finger all the way in that tight heat. Harry’s sob of completion was covered by Severus’s satisfied shout of “Harry!” as he came.
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Cornelius Fudge paced the distance of his office at the Ministry of Magic. His hands were locked together behind his stout form and a look of nervous concentration was on his plump face. He was not a happy man. Far from it, in fact. He was going to get back in that school if it was the last thing he ever did. It wasn’t that he really cared, it was the principle that bothered him now. He was the Minister of Magic. He should have been the first one to be told. The reporters expected it. To be expelled by that overgrown, pompous…parakeet…was just too much. Eyes alight with what he was sure were fiendishly wonderful ideas, Fudge scrambled to his desk. He pulled out a blank parchment, grabbed his favorite quill, and began to write. Yes, this person would definitely take care of his Hogwarts problem.
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Charlie Weasley frowned as he listened to his mother extol the virtues of the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ once again. Ever since the sickly little runt asked her how to enter the train station, the woman had just rambled on and on about the little monster. He was sick and tired of it. She had six sons of her own; wasn’t any one of them just as good and worthy as the Golden Boy? He threw himself out of his chair and stormed out of the room, startling Molly out of her soliloquy.
“Don’t worry, dear. He’s just upset about Harry,” her husband tried to calm her. It wouldn’t do any good to get Molly irritated again. Arthur shook his head as he wrapped his arms gently around his wife. No, he didn’t think she could handle his worries about Charlie right now. He had seen the changes in the last few years in his second son, and the quickly covered frowns and disapproving looks whenever Harry was mentioned. Something was going on with his boy, and Arthur was going to get to the bottom of it.
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Severus wiped his hand over his face as he finally left the Headmaster’s office. He was drained. Talking about that time, thinking about that time, always had that effect on him. As he seemingly wandered through the corridors toward his personal apartments, he wondered at how things would turn out. ‘Once he realizes what has happened…’ He shook his head and missed the small tabby cat scurrying in the opposite direction. He entered his quarters, intent on downing a sleeping potion and remaining asleep until ten minutes before his first class. He shed his robes, shoes and socks at the door, leaving him in just his starched white button-down and black trousers. He curled long, elegant toes into the thick hand-tufted Aubusson rug and sighed contentedly. It was as close to paradise as he’d ever get without Harry. He choked down the sudden dry lump in his throat. As he padded across the carpet toward his lab, the flames in the fireplace flared green. He didn’t even have time to react before Remus Lupin was standing in his sitting room, holding a worn book, and demanding at the top of his lungs, “How long, Severus? How long have you known?”
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Harry froze even as his cock still spewed his release. He had heard his name, the name ‘Harry’, flung from Severus’s mouth during the other man’s orgasm. For a long moment, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. How did he know? Did he know? He began to panic. He hurriedly turned and ran back down the hall to his own room, not caring if he made noise. He slammed the door and tossed every locking spell he knew at it. He threw himself on his bed and made a vain effort to sort everything out.
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Severus couldn’t take much more. The delicious friction on his cock as he teased his own opening was rapidly taking him toward the edge. With his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut against outside intrusions, he thought of Alexander with kiss-swollen lips and lust-glazed eyes. He was so close. He plunged his finger into the hole; the eyes in his fantasy turned a luminous green, causing him to plunge over the edge as he howled, “Harry!”
Shaking with release and gasping for breath, Severus realized what name he had used. Then he heard it – the sound of footsteps running away – away – from him and the door slamming down the hall. He felt the strong surge of magic. He sat up as best he could. “Fuck,” he whispered, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” He was screaming by the end. He moved to sit at the edge of his bed, propped his elbows on his knees and ran his hands over his face. He had just ruined his chances with the young man.
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Hermione was frantically going through the books in the school library, searching for anything that could help them get Harry back. She knew that the Headmaster said that he was safe, but he was their best friend, and they needed him. Besides, how would he ever get a decent job if he didn’t take his exams? Ron was beside her, being the supportive, loving boyfriend, looking up entries in his own inept way. He was intelligent, but he was shite at research. She pulled an ancient tome off of the top shelf of the ‘Transfiguration’ section. Dust flew everywhere, clinging to her. She flipped the book open and started scanning. More dust filled the air. She started coughing, her eyes tearing up and beginning to sting. Just as she started to close the book, she saw it. The section was labeled, ‘Time Spells, Reversals, and Mishaps’. She let out a shout, waking Ron from his research-induced haze, “This has to be it!”
*****************
The slender hand practiced the wand movements to mark the prisoners tomorrow would bring. The Master did not intend to kill everyone, as the idiot Voldemort had. No, the Master intended to kill only those who were foolish enough to fight against them. Those that surrendered would be marked. Satisfied with the charm, the Master smiled. The followers surrounding the Master cowered in fear when a high-pitched laugh filled the air.
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