A Very Snarry Christmas

Disclaimer:The characters in this story are all JK Rowling's. I don't own a single one. I'm borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I'll give them back.

Harry got up and brought Snape two packages. One was large and wrapped in beautiful silver paper. The other was a simple black box with a gold ribbon around it. Snape took the large package. “You didn’t have to. Let’s wait until tomorrow.”

“No, Sev, I insist you open it now. Besides, I don’t think that you want the students knowing about your hedonistic tendencies.” Harry giggled at the last comment.

Snape scowled wondering what Harry could be referring to. He opened up the gift and sat dumbfounded at the mound of dark chocolate in his lap. “Chocolate? How did you know I liked chocolate? And Honeydukes fudge?”

Harry grinned stupidly and tapped his temple. “Occulmency lessons.”

“You mean the one time you got into my mind you got this information and you kept it?”

Harry was still grinning stupidly as he shook his head. He scooted closer to Snape and laid his head on the man’s knee and looked at him with an innocent expression. “I know more than I let on. Now, open this one!”

Snape pulled the ribbon from the box and opened it to find a gold tipped quill and a platinum tipped quill. He lifted the gold tipped one and admired it. He noticed that his name was engraved on the back. His examination of the other showed the same thing. “How did you know my middle initial?” He whispered.

Again Harry tapped his temple. “Severus Dolan Snape. I managed to get that, too. Did you know that Dolan is Irish Gaelic meaning black-haired? It’s a beautiful name.”

Snape was speechless. Not even Albus knew his middle name. Harry had known these things for so many years, and he’d never told a soul. He looked into those emerald green eyes and gave Harry a smile. “I…I don’t know what to say. These gifts are really thoughtful.”

Harry plucked a piece of dark chocolate from Snape’s lap and laughed as he bit into it. “That’s usually what happens when I buy a gift for someone. A lot of thought goes into it.”

Snape unconsciously picked up a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth. “Wow! This is the best chocolate I’ve ever had!”

“I had it ordered straight from Switzerland. Only one shop in Diagon Alley can get it. You know Sev, I hate the holidays. It just seems that everyone’s got someone. All I’ve got is witches and wizards falling all over themselves to get to me because I’m He-Who-Defeated-Voldemort. Stupid fame,” Harry spat.

“You know that there’s not a single bloke in England who sees me as Harry? Well, Ron does, but he’s got Hermione. He’s not even into guys.” Harry looked into the eyes of his colleague. “I hate not having anyone. I hate being famous, and I hate Christmas.”

“Harry, you aren’t alone. You never have been.”

Tears welled up in the young man’s eyes. “Sev, you just called me ‘Harry’. You’ve never done that before.”

Snape slid down in the floor beside Harry and put his arms around him. “I see Harry. I always have.”

“This has been the best Christmas ever, you know that? You called me ‘Harry’.”


The tears that were threatening, fell. Harry clung tight to the older man as he muttered, mumbled, and screamed about Christmases past. The music in the room changed from The Foo Fighters into Christmas carols sung by Elvis. Suddenly, Harry stopped crying and stiffened. Severus looked down at the young man and he saw fear in Harry’s eyes. Harry unwrapped himself from the older wizard and made his way across his room to his wand. Pointing it toward the older man he asked in a deadly quiet voice, “Who are you and what have you done with Snape?”

Harry’s tone, coupled with the look in his eyes unnerved Severus, but at the question, he just laughed and rose from the floor. He schooled his features to his usual scowl and stalked toward the younger man. “Potter, put your infernal wand down! It’s me, Severus.”

“Prove it,” was Harry’s reply.

Snape turned from the wand pointing at him and began to pace. He was trying to think of something that only he and Harry knew. He stopped. A look of total clarity appeared on his usually masked face. “Harry, you’ve kissed me three times under the mistletoe at the front doors. Each time it was on my left cheek and the first two you said something to me as you left. The last time, you didn’t.”

Harry beamed and heaved a sigh of relief. “It is you Sev.”

As he walked toward the older man to resume his place in the floor, Harry grinned. “Nice looks good on you Sev. You should do it more often.”

Snape snorted and then genuinely smiled at Harry. “Can I tell you something?”

Harry stretched out on the Persian run in front of the hearth after retrieving his pipe and lighter. “Sure you can, Sev.”

The older man rolled his eyes at Harry as he watched him take a deep drag on the pipe. The music suddenly changed from Christmas carols to Ozzy Osbourne. “I’ve always hated this particular holiday for most of the same reasons that you’ve mentioned. It’s hard when you don’t have any family, Harry. It’s even harder when you don’t have any friends.”

It was Harry’s turn to snort. “Oh, yes, I’ve got a total of two real friends, and they just got married. All I need is to show up at their house for their first Christmas together and feel like a third wheel. That would make my whole holiday.”

“You’ve been around me to long, Harry. Your sarcasm no longer sounds practiced.”

Harry took another drag on his pipe and laughed. “You know, Sev, you’ve been here a total of about half an hour and I don’t think I’ve even asked you if you want a drink. I’m such a shitty host! Could I tempt you with a glass of absinthe?”

“Absinthe? Potter, your tastes are more refined than I ever imagined possible. I could definitely use a glass!”

Harry summoned the absinthe and two glasses. As he poured them, Snape asked, “Are you sure it’s wise to mix liquor with your ‘smoke’?”

Harry waved him off. “Oh, yeah, it’s ok. I usually have a drink when I’m contemplating anyway.”

Harry took one last drag from his pipe and put it up as he started on his drink. “So, you want to come to London with me and get laid? It might make the whole holiday better.”

To say Snape was shocked would have been an understatement. His jaw dropped open. “Potter, I’ve never had a one-off! I don’t do those type things. I’ll be celibate before I do something as awful as that.”

Harry laughed at the admission. He knew that there was no way in hell that he’d get Straight-As-A-Board-Follow-The-Rules-Snape to go with him. “You act like someone’s getting hurt. I’m getting laid, which I so need right now, and my little friend makes a few pounds. It’s actually win-win for us both.”

Snape was disgusted. “I’d have never thought that Dumbledore’s ‘Golden Boy’ was as immoral as he is. What happened to all of that damnable Gryffindor honor you used to possess? Prostitution is not a victimless crime. Your ‘little friend’, as you say, has parents, maybe even siblings who wonder what’s going on! Your ‘little friend’ probably has a drug habit, which leads to a plethora of other problems.”

Harry had a bit of a realization with Snape’s outburst. He wasn’t happy about it, but Snape’s logic opened his eyes a little. Harry shrugged. “Well, I’ve got to get laid and that’s that. What you are saying may be true, but I don’t see anyone around this castle asking me out. Did you know that I’ve never actually been in any kind of relationship? In school I was The-Boy-Who-Lived, and afterward, I was He-Who-Defeated-Voldemort. I’ve never had anyone who wanted me because I was Harry.”

Snape's expression softened and he drained his glass. Harry poured him another and looked at him. “Actually, Harry, you have had someone who watched from afar who wanted Harry from his seventh year. I know for a fact that he simply watched because he didn’t think you’d be interested. He felt you were above him.”

Harry was gob smacked. He couldn’t fathom that someone wanted him and didn’t approach. He just stared at the man next to him as he leaned in and kissed him. “I’ve always wanted you Harry.”

The admission took a lot coming from Severus, but Harry didn’t even acknowledge his last sentence. He leaned in and kissed Snape. He gently ran his tongue across the older man’s bottom lip asking for entrance. Snape granted it. The two sat there for several minutes exploring each others mouths with their tongues. Harry was the first to break away.

His voice husky with emotion and lust he whispered, “That was intense.”

Harry didn’t give Snape time to respond before he was engaging the other man in a searing kiss. He straddled the older man and began to unbutton his robes. He could feel Severus’ hands all over his body. Harry moved down to Snape’s neck and began kissing him and biting him gently. “Do you have a button fetish, Sev?” He asked breathily between nips.

Snape laughed and waved his hand. Both men were immediately naked sitting on the couch. Harry continued nipping on the older man’s neck and asked, “Want to take this to my room?”

Snape simply grunted in response. The two men made their way to Harry’s room as they again shared a heated kiss. Harry pushed the older wizard onto the bed and began ravaging his neck and chest. He discovered one if Snape’s nipples and began to worry it with his tongue. Harry slowly made his way across to its twin and began to nip at it. A moan of pleasure found its way out of Snape’s mouth as he arched into the contact. As he tried to move lower, Snape switched their positions.

He growled seductively and attached his mouth to Harry’s neck. He made his way up to Harry’s earlobe and suckled at it for a moment before running his tongue up the shell of it and saying, “I’ve wanted this for a long time. You’ll be mine after tonight.”

The hot breath in Harry’s ear made him shiver with pleasure. As Snape continued his ministrations, the young wizard mumbled, “Yours.”

Snape bit the young man’s neck leaving an angry looking red mark. He smirked at his work and proceeded lower. He discovered that Harry enjoyed being bitten. Every time Severus used his teeth to mark the young man, he’d moan and arch into the touch. Soon, Harry was mumbling incoherently. “My, Harry, you’ve got a kinky streak, don’t you?”

Harry was still babbling nonsense at this question. Snape still had not touched Harry’s erection. He decided that he wouldn’t until Harry begged him to. Harry came to his senses as Severus dipped his tongue into his bellybutton and he summoned a bottle of lubrication. Snape took this action to mean the younger man was ready for him.

He coated his fingers with the oily substance and slowly put one finger into Harry. This action only increased the young man’s groans and unintelligible speech. He quickly added a second and third and relaxed his soon to be lover. “More…need more….” Harry nearly shouted as Severus found his prostate. A moan of disappointment escaped Harry’s lips as Snape removed his fingers and positioned himself to enter the man.

He lubed himself up generously and entered Harry torturously slow. His movement stopped as he was completely encased in his colleague’s tight heat. Severus knew that once he began moving it would not be long before his completion. Harry wiggled his hips and looked at Snape. His eyes were begging the older man to move. With a smirk, Snape leaned forward and captured Harry’s lips. They kissed heatedly for a moment and Severus pulled away. “You’re going to get fucked into the mattress tonight, Harry. Is that what you want?”

Harry’s eyes were dark with lust and want. He did not trust his voice, so he just shook his head. Snape moved closer, millimeters from Harry’s lips. “Is that what you need, Harry?”

The hot breath on his lips caused Harry to begin to spiral toward ecstasy. He bucked up toward the intruding organ. “Yes,” he moaned, “Please.”

That simple movement spurred Snape into a frenzied pace. All that could be heard in the room were the rhythmic slaps of two bodies as they joined and various moans and grunts of pleasure. Harry began stroking himself in time with Snape’s movements. It was a short minute before he came with a scream and poured his essence all over his stomach.

Severus watched as Harry touched himself and this turned him on even more than he already was. When Harry’s back arched with his orgasm, his whole body tensed. The involuntary action of the muscles surrounding Snape’s penis caused him to tumble over the edge with nothing more than a grunt and a satisfied sigh when he was finished.

He fell on to Harry’s chest and the younger man wrapped his arms around him. They lay there in the sweat and cum for some time catching their breath. Finally, Snape pulled out and cast a cleaning charm. Harry lay there silent but for his steady breathing. “That was amazing,” he whispered as he looked toward the older wizard.

Snape’s eyes were closed as he said, “Indeed.”

Harry summoned the sheets and blanket and covered them with it. He rolled over and situated himself on the older man’s chest. In no time they were both sleeping peacefully.

They woke Christmas morning to the bright dawn sunlight and reluctantly untangled their limbs. Harry sat up and noticed two small piles of gifts at the end of his bed. “Sev, it looks like Dumbledore knows you aren’t in the dungeons.”