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Potions Weekly
--DarklessVasion: Loved your suggestion! I waas chuckling evilly for a while.
Chapter Nineteen –
“This is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you’ve understood all your life, but in a new way.” Doris Lessing.
“Se-Severus?”
“Hmmm?”
Harry rolled his eyes and tried again. The other man was really VERY infuriating when he was reading a new edition of ‘Potions Weekly’. Although, the little crease he got between his eyes was adorable; and the little snorts he’d give when he disagreed with the idea were so sweet; and the way his eyes sparkled when he’d finished it, and you could just tell he was itching to try some of the new potions was utterly endearing; and the …
God, Harry! Get a GRIP! This is SNAPE we’re talking about here.
“Severus?” Harry spoke a bit louder, and less tentatively.
With difficulty, the older man put down the parchment, although his eyes kept straying to it at odd moments. “Harry.”
“You are ok with the arrangements, aren’t you? I wouldn’t want you to feel that you’d been forced to be with me or anything.”
“Harry,” Snape growled (and Harry’s dick twitched) “Believe me, with the exception of the old fool Dumbledore, no one can force me into anything I do not want to do. I am here because I see the validity of your friends’ arguments and see that, as I am probably going to be sleeping with you anyway, it may as well be somewhere where we are all safe.”
The Gryffindor flushed a little at Snape’s calm announcement of their sleeping arrangements, but he rather liked the sound of it.
“So the past month hasn’t been too bad?” He pressed.
Snape’s eyes were flicking more and more to the newsletter, his attention gradually being drawn back to the writing. “Of course not,” he said, distracted, then picked up the parchment again.
Sighing, (Harry noticed he had done more of that since moving in with Snape) he rose and settled on his knees in front of the other. Severus spread his legs to allow the boy to shuffle between them, but otherwise made no sign that he’d noticed Harry’s movement.
Harry slid his hands up the Slytherin’s legs, gliding them over calves, then knees and on along the inner thighs, before briefly cupping the bulge at their apex. Snape’s breath quickened, but he still pretended he hadn’t spotted Harry’s distraction.
The green eyed boy pressed one forefinger against the bulge and drew lazy circles over the hot flesh. He smiled as he felt it shift and stiffen under his attention. Above him, Snape gave a soft groan, but determinedly shuffled his newsletter and cleared his throat.
Bending his head close to the growing bump, Harry rubbed his nose over the taut material. He continued rubbing even as he slid a hand up to un-do the trousers and let the shaft free. Once freed, he lapped at the tip (“Oh Merlin!”) and quietly began humming.
One of Snape’s hands slid down and gripped the messy black hair.
Smiling to himself, the boy sat back on his heels and just looked at the other’s jerking prick.
“Cock tease!” Snape growled.
“I thought you were reading.” Harry said demurely, eyes dancing with mischief and lust. He gave an exaggerated yawn. “Ohhhhh, I’m tired. I think I’ll have a lie down. Enjoy your bulletin, Sev.” He turned, grinning broadly.
Severus moved so swiftly Harry barely had time to laugh triumphantly. He was picked up and grabbed and spun, before being pulled into a ravishing, punishing kiss.
“Don’t…” Severus said before diving back into Harry’s mouth and duelling with the lad’s tongue.
“… call me …” He gripped Harry’s ass and ground roughly against it, tongue still thoroughly fucking the youngster’s mouth.
“… Sev!” He pushed the other onto the bed and pounced on him, loving the feel of the Gryffindor’s hard lean body under his; loving the sounds he made Harry make; loving the tight painful grip on his hair as he was pulled down again; loving the desperate way Harry kissed, as though he couldn’t ever get enough of Snape; loving …
Loving the brat?
He pulled back, shocked at his own thought.
Harry moaned at the loss and reached for him. Snape moved away, doing up his trousers. Harry growled in annoyance.
“Now, what?” he asked grumpily.
Severus looked serious. “I find myself rather more attached to you than would make sense, considering my future. I think perhaps I should return to my own rooms.”
Harry frowned, puzzled. “Hang on,” he said, “you’ve worked out you aren’t just fucking me cos you can, you’ve figured out you actually like me, so you’re running away? I thought you were braver than that.”
A muscle twitched in the Slytherin’s jaw. “Don’t ever suggest I am a coward.” He said, voice venomous. “If we are to survive this war, distance is necessary between us.”
“No,” Harry responded immediately, “if we’re going to survive this war, we need to know there’s someone out there who cares for us. And, if I’m not going to survive, I’d rather die having had some fun these past few months, rather than feel miserable that my git of a partner won’t shag me!”
“PARTNER?!”
“Well, what else do you call it?” Harry seemed so reasonable it made Severus suspicious. “We live together, we sleep together, we’re having a child together. What else would you call it?”
“Necessary.” Snape answered coldly.
“No, humping me to get me pregnant was, apparently, necessary. Screwing my brains out every night is just fun! Don’t get into a snit about this.” Harry warned as he saw the shuttered look beginning to appear on the other’s face.
“I am trying to do what is best.” Snape sounded … lost.
“So am I.” Harry remarked softly. “So, can we go back to the sex please?”
“For someone who wasn’t gay, you seem very comfortable with the idea.”
“I’m not gay,” Harry said, and for once, realised it was true, “I happen to prefer the company of a snarky git who fucks like tomorrow will never come. Just because I like one man doesn’t mean I fancy all men.” A ‘so there’ was hovering on his tongue, but he swallowed it. He smiled tentatively at the Slytherin, and received a small smile and a nod in response.
“Brat,” Snape said, eyes warm.
“Git,” Harry retorted, grinning.
Chapter Nineteen –
“This is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you’ve understood all your life, but in a new way.” Doris Lessing.
“Se-Severus?”
“Hmmm?”
Harry rolled his eyes and tried again. The other man was really VERY infuriating when he was reading a new edition of ‘Potions Weekly’. Although, the little crease he got between his eyes was adorable; and the little snorts he’d give when he disagreed with the idea were so sweet; and the way his eyes sparkled when he’d finished it, and you could just tell he was itching to try some of the new potions was utterly endearing; and the …
God, Harry! Get a GRIP! This is SNAPE we’re talking about here.
“Severus?” Harry spoke a bit louder, and less tentatively.
With difficulty, the older man put down the parchment, although his eyes kept straying to it at odd moments. “Harry.”
“You are ok with the arrangements, aren’t you? I wouldn’t want you to feel that you’d been forced to be with me or anything.”
“Harry,” Snape growled (and Harry’s dick twitched) “Believe me, with the exception of the old fool Dumbledore, no one can force me into anything I do not want to do. I am here because I see the validity of your friends’ arguments and see that, as I am probably going to be sleeping with you anyway, it may as well be somewhere where we are all safe.”
The Gryffindor flushed a little at Snape’s calm announcement of their sleeping arrangements, but he rather liked the sound of it.
“So the past month hasn’t been too bad?” He pressed.
Snape’s eyes were flicking more and more to the newsletter, his attention gradually being drawn back to the writing. “Of course not,” he said, distracted, then picked up the parchment again.
Sighing, (Harry noticed he had done more of that since moving in with Snape) he rose and settled on his knees in front of the other. Severus spread his legs to allow the boy to shuffle between them, but otherwise made no sign that he’d noticed Harry’s movement.
Harry slid his hands up the Slytherin’s legs, gliding them over calves, then knees and on along the inner thighs, before briefly cupping the bulge at their apex. Snape’s breath quickened, but he still pretended he hadn’t spotted Harry’s distraction.
The green eyed boy pressed one forefinger against the bulge and drew lazy circles over the hot flesh. He smiled as he felt it shift and stiffen under his attention. Above him, Snape gave a soft groan, but determinedly shuffled his newsletter and cleared his throat.
Bending his head close to the growing bump, Harry rubbed his nose over the taut material. He continued rubbing even as he slid a hand up to un-do the trousers and let the shaft free. Once freed, he lapped at the tip (“Oh Merlin!”) and quietly began humming.
One of Snape’s hands slid down and gripped the messy black hair.
Smiling to himself, the boy sat back on his heels and just looked at the other’s jerking prick.
“Cock tease!” Snape growled.
“I thought you were reading.” Harry said demurely, eyes dancing with mischief and lust. He gave an exaggerated yawn. “Ohhhhh, I’m tired. I think I’ll have a lie down. Enjoy your bulletin, Sev.” He turned, grinning broadly.
Severus moved so swiftly Harry barely had time to laugh triumphantly. He was picked up and grabbed and spun, before being pulled into a ravishing, punishing kiss.
“Don’t…” Severus said before diving back into Harry’s mouth and duelling with the lad’s tongue.
“… call me …” He gripped Harry’s ass and ground roughly against it, tongue still thoroughly fucking the youngster’s mouth.
“… Sev!” He pushed the other onto the bed and pounced on him, loving the feel of the Gryffindor’s hard lean body under his; loving the sounds he made Harry make; loving the tight painful grip on his hair as he was pulled down again; loving the desperate way Harry kissed, as though he couldn’t ever get enough of Snape; loving …
Loving the brat?
He pulled back, shocked at his own thought.
Harry moaned at the loss and reached for him. Snape moved away, doing up his trousers. Harry growled in annoyance.
“Now, what?” he asked grumpily.
Severus looked serious. “I find myself rather more attached to you than would make sense, considering my future. I think perhaps I should return to my own rooms.”
Harry frowned, puzzled. “Hang on,” he said, “you’ve worked out you aren’t just fucking me cos you can, you’ve figured out you actually like me, so you’re running away? I thought you were braver than that.”
A muscle twitched in the Slytherin’s jaw. “Don’t ever suggest I am a coward.” He said, voice venomous. “If we are to survive this war, distance is necessary between us.”
“No,” Harry responded immediately, “if we’re going to survive this war, we need to know there’s someone out there who cares for us. And, if I’m not going to survive, I’d rather die having had some fun these past few months, rather than feel miserable that my git of a partner won’t shag me!”
“PARTNER?!”
“Well, what else do you call it?” Harry seemed so reasonable it made Severus suspicious. “We live together, we sleep together, we’re having a child together. What else would you call it?”
“Necessary.” Snape answered coldly.
“No, humping me to get me pregnant was, apparently, necessary. Screwing my brains out every night is just fun! Don’t get into a snit about this.” Harry warned as he saw the shuttered look beginning to appear on the other’s face.
“I am trying to do what is best.” Snape sounded … lost.
“So am I.” Harry remarked softly. “So, can we go back to the sex please?”
“For someone who wasn’t gay, you seem very comfortable with the idea.”
“I’m not gay,” Harry said, and for once, realised it was true, “I happen to prefer the company of a snarky git who fucks like tomorrow will never come. Just because I like one man doesn’t mean I fancy all men.” A ‘so there’ was hovering on his tongue, but he swallowed it. He smiled tentatively at the Slytherin, and received a small smile and a nod in response.
“Brat,” Snape said, eyes warm.
“Git,” Harry retorted, grinning.