The Potions Master and the DADA Professor

J. K. Rowling owns the Potterverse. I am owned by my cat.

Chapter 2 Severus’ Turn

“You want what!?” Harry asked incredulously. Surely his lover couldn’t be serious. Perhaps he really did need to have his ears cleaned out as Severus had often snidely suggested.

The DADA professor crossed his arms imperiously before slowly answering, “You heard me, Potter. I obliged you by participating in your little depraved fantasy. Now it is my turn. So what exactly is the problem?”

Sighing, the young Potions master could once again see in his mind’s eye the beautiful, debauched image of his proud lover kneeling before him in their chambers. His cock twitched appreciatively at the memory of Severus giving himself over to his younger lover’s care.

A raised eyebrow and a self-satisfied smirk let Harry know that the acerbic man had indeed noticed his reaction. “Oh, all right, Sev. It’s just that I never took you for the type to want that sort of thing,” Harry tried his best to explain.

Deciding to ignore the perceived slight on his character for the moment, Severus closed the distance between the pair before taking the smaller man in his arms. There would be time to rectify his lover’s ideas about him later. But right now he was going to have his fantasy fulfilled, and he wasn’t going to allow some petty disagreement stand in the way of that!

Allowing the older wizard to hold him close, Harry just hoped he could get through this without laughing. After all, he had absolutely no desire to have any body parts hexed off or to sleep on the couch until further notice. One thing the ex-Gryffindor knew for sure after all the years of knowing his former professor and now lover was that Severus Snape did not appreciate being ridiculed and he dealt swiftly and harshly with those responsible for any perceived slight. The young Potions master had to stifle a laugh as he recalled the mess Madame Hooch had been in after laughing when Severus had inadvertently sneezed into his soup one day at lunch. Let’s just say that the woman did not sit on a broom for a very long time after that.


Stepping into the sanctuary of their dungeon chambers and away from moronic students, Harry wondered once again what had possessed him to agree to study his mastery of potions so that Severus would be free to pursue the long-coveted Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position at Hogwarts. Blushing slightly, he remembered. After several nights of mind-blowing sex, he would have even agreed to a sex-change operation. Anything to ensure more of what Severus was giving him. And Harry had to admit, Severus was happy as the new DADA professor. Best of all, a happy Severus meant lots of sex for Harry.

As he undid the clasps to his heavy outer robe, Harry noted that the door to their bedroom was closed. Since they normally kept it open for airflow, he rightly understood that Severus had already returned and had set up his fantasy scenario. Taking a deep breath, the Potions master gathered up his courage and crossed the room to stand before the door to their bedroom.

Waving his wand over himself, Harry transfigured his clothing into the garb that his lover had requested for the occasion. Glad for the warming charm that kept their chambers comfortable in the damp dungeons, the young man made sure his mental shields were in place before opening the door.

Harry stopped in the doorway as he took in the scene before him. Gone was the massive bed the pair shared, and in its place was a grassy knoll overlooking a lazily flowing river. Thick reeds lined the shore while graceful palm trees shaded the knoll from the fiercely burning sun overhead. A low lounge was surrounded by tables filled to overflowing with fresh fruits and jugs of wine. Two handsome and scantily clad dark-skinned men stood to each side of the lounge, fanning palm fronds over the recumbent figure.

Swallowing suddenly, the Potions master could not help but be mesmerized by the sight of his lover lying on the deeply cushioned lounge. Like Harry, he was only wearing a white, nearly sheer loincloth around his hips while a thick, gleaming gold necklace lay heavily on his chest. Dark kohl highlighted the piercing eyes and a matching gold armlet and anklet completed the picture.

Determined to ignore the presence of the two strange men, Harry walked across the soft sand to the edge of the grassy knoll. The wide-eyed wizard climbed the slight hill and stood at the foot of the lounge, taking in the sight of his lover, spread out for his perusal.

Bemused obsidian eyes noted the dazed expression on his young lover’s face. His gaze followed the lean lines of the body towering over him until he saw the obvious signs of arousal. Crooking a finger towards his former student, Severus silently beckoned his lover to move closer.

Harry stooped to pick up a bunch of grapes before sitting on the edge of the lounge next to the older man. Appreciatively, his eyes raked across the slightly muscled form with its numerous scars gained over a lifetime of hardships. Another might have found the scars distracting at best, or disgusting at the worst, but they only served to remind Harry of how lucky he was to have found such a remarkable and brave man. Smiling, he held out a grape and began to feed his lover.

Severus reveled in the attention being lavished upon him. He had never been pampered or indulged in life and that his younger lover was willing to do so now meant more than he could or would put into words. Perhaps later he would have to thank Harry as he usually did – with touches, caresses and kisses. Severus Snape was not a demonstrative man by any means, but it seemed as if Harry understood perfectly how the older wizard felt about him. Truth be told, Harry was unused to loving words as well, and indeed appeared to appreciate the physical affirmations more than most would.

Harry plucked another grape and held it out tantalizingly for his lover to nibble. The young wizard groaned as those wicked lips pulled the grape and his fingers into his mouth. The talented tongue laved the hapless fingers and the sensation shot directly to Harry’s groin, making him even more impossibly hard. “Sev,” he moaned. Looking up, emerald eyes met sparkling ebony and Harry leaned forward to capture the lips that were suckling his fingers. Despite the difficulty of kissing around his fingers, the young man gave it his all and dropping the grapes to the ground, began running an impatient hand across the firm muscles of his lover’s chest and arms.

Smirking as he felt the young man respond to his ministrations, Severus pulled back and reluctantly let the fingers go. Truthfully, the experience was just as erotic for him as it was for Harry. Lying back against the thick cushioned lounge, Severus signaled that the next phase of his fantasy was to begin.

After years of experience dealing with his often-volatile lover, Harry recognized the silent command and quickly set about pleasing the irascible man. Lying down on the large lounge, Harry lightly ran a hand over the bare skin while nibbling and licking along his partner’s jaw and down the long neck till he reached the shoulder. He took a moment to suck and lightly bite at the tender spot before pulling back, pleased to see the mark he had made.

“Potter, get on with it,” the impatient DADA professor groused. The very idea of having this gorgeous young man obeying his every whim and command was more stimulating than he had even dared imagine. But right now Severus wanted, needed Harry to worship him, to consume him with his lust and desire.

Harry understood the urgency in that velvety voice and he began in earnest to please his lover. Remembering the fantasy the older wizard had shared with him, Harry moved down to swipe his tongue across a taut nipple before lightly pulling at the nub with his teeth. A moan sounded from deep in Severus’ chest and Harry smiled before suckling at the tempting treat. Reaching over with his free hand, he paid homage to its twin even as the young Potions master began grinding his hips against the older man.

Groaning at the sensations skimming along his nerve endings, Severus reluctantly pulled his arms up over his head. This afternoon was his and he was determined to play out his fantasy.

Green eyes glittered as Harry took in his lover’s supine pose. The Chosen One arched his back in a cat-like manner before reaching up and claiming those delicious lips in another scorching kiss. Smirking, Harry pulled back and whispered an incantation. Immediately he felt the effects of the wandless spell and he positioned himself over the older wizard. “Is this what you want, Severus?” he huskily asked. “Do you want to lay there and watch me fuck myself on you? Is that what you want?”

“Merlin, yes, Harry,” he gasped. His already hard cock swelled even more at the thought of having that tight arse wrapped around his aching length. “Now, just do it!” Severus commanded roughly.

Eager to follow his lover’s demands, Harry grasped the hard cock in one hand and slowly lowered himself onto the thick shaft. Hissing in pain/pleasure, he determinedly kept pushing down until at last the cock was fully seated and both men were panting from the effort.

Opening lust-glazed eyes, the young wizard braced his arms on the strong shoulders beneath him and began levering himself up before dropping back down. Moans and grunts filled the air as Harry continued the sensual assault on his lover’s cock. Finally giving up any pretense of continuing the fantasy, Severus reached down to grab the slim hips and set the pace quicker and harder and more intense.

Unable to stave off his completion any longer, Harry threw back his head and cried out as pearly ropes of semen pulsed from his untouched cock. Severus thrust once, twice, three times more before his body stiffened and his lover’s arse pulled the contractions deeper into his body. Finally, his cock spent, Severus loosened his grip on the hips, allowing Harry to pull up and off of him. Once again, Severus felt the momentary pang of regret that the parting of their bodies always caused as they separated once again into two individuals. Of course, he would never voice such maudlin thoughts to the irrepressible young Gryffindor.

After waving away the evidence of their lovemaking, Harry bonelessly plopped down to the side. “That was just brilliant, Sev,” he happily exclaimed.

“Mmm,” was the only verbal answer he received for quite some time as Severus struggled to compose himself and to calm his wildly beating heart. He didn’t even have the strength to chastise the brat for using that audacious nickname again.

After several moments, their heart rates became steadier and Severus sat up. Waving his hand, he silently transfigured the two handsome servants back into their original state and another wave of the hand sent the two lab mice safely back into their cages. He watched as Harry took over and transfigured the tranquil scene back into their bedroom and summoned a blanket for them. Smiling slightly as he slid into sleep next to the young Potions master, Severus thought that perhaps these fantasies weren’t such a bad thing after all.

~ The end? ~