How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

DISCLAIMER: JKR owns everything that is in reference to the Harry Potter world if it is in one of my works of fiction. If it is not found in one of her creations, then it is mine unless otherwise stated. I am not making any profit from the writing of this story.

A/N~ to everyone that has reviewed...y\'all are awesome and so are all the ones that have read this thing. I\'ll be honest once again, I don\'t see an end to this thing. As to me being in Sturgis....grins...good times were had by all and if I ever find out who went with the boots I found in my tent that morning.....well more good times will be had. Wicked evil grin. If anyone has questions about the fic, ask, I\'ll try to answer. Yes, I know Harry is very submissive in this, not exactly what someone would expect from someone that ripped Moldywort\'s head off, but if you stop to think for a moment, it does make sense. For Harry\'s entire life, he has been the one that has looked out for himself, taken care of everything he needed, protected everyone around him, you get the picture. Well now he has given all that crap up and has basically given control over to Severus. He trusts the older man to keep him safe and to make the decisions needed. He doesn\'t have to be the \'strong\' one anymore, his only job is to see to it that Sev\'s everyday life is comfortable and pleasant, which is really the goal of any true submissive, just to be able to take care of their Dominant\'s everyday needs. I know personally that my glass is never empty as I sit here and write, nor are my feet ever aching, my Boy takes care of the little things and I take care of him....okay I am rambling now....on to the story....the chapter after this one will deal with extreme abuse and self mutilation, so be warned, I am not holding back anything....




Severus walked back into the tent and joined Harry on the bed, sliding his hands down his lithe body, smiling as the younger man squirmed and wiggled as his fingertips brushed over his nipples.


“Feeling okay, love?” Severus asked as he reached up and brushed his lover’s hair back, exposing those brilliant green eyes in the light of the floating candles there in the tent.


“Yeah,” Harry whispered huskily, arching into the touch of his mate. He was having a hard time believing how much more sensitive he had become to touch over the past couple of days. He still wasn’t keen on the fact he’d not have an erection when he was with Severus, but the older man didn’t seem upset by it.

Severus picked up one of Harry’s hands and brought it to his lips, gently licking, kissing, and then suckling each finger in turn. He smiled and picked up the massage oil from beside the bed and slowly lifted the nightshirt until it was up around Harry’s chest, he grasped the forgotten sheet and covered his sub’s genitals with it carefully, he didn’t want him to feel self conscious.


In the next tent, Hermione was busy berating her husband soundly as she enlarged their bags and got ready for bed.
“Honestly Ronald, how could you say that to Harry?” she barked as she flung his nightshirt at him. “Are you daft? You of all people know he was starved. Of course Severus making sure he eats makes him feel loved.”


“I know Mione, I just didn’t think, I was just so bloody mad when he just sat there at his feet like a bleedin’ dog.” Ron said shamefacedly as he hung his head and got to his feet.


“Where do you think you are going?”

“To apologize, I’ve made a right tit of myself Mione,” he said as he opened the flap of the tent and stopped in his tracks, listening.

“Do you hear that?”


“Hear what Ron?” She asked as she stood beside him and then she could hear it too. The sounds of a soft baritone singing lullabies were floating on the night breeze; it was coming from the Snape tent.


“Oh Ron, he’s singing to Harry.” Hermione sighed as she pulled her husband back into the tent and into the bed. “You can apologize in the morning.” He laid there beside her and listened to the intermittent sounds of the surly Severus Snape serenade his unborn child. Unbelievable.


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Back in the Snape tent, Severus had Harry laid on his back, propped up by pillows, his nightshirt lifted up to his chest and the sheet that had been used to drape him during his examination was now used to modestly covered him from the waist down. His belly was exposed and being gently stroked and massaged by long, potion stained fingers working in almond scented oil, all while Severus sang softly.


“Hush little baby don’t say a word, Daddy’s going to buy you a mockingbird….” He sang in a low husky baritone, concentrating on working the oil in and relaxing his mate, he leaned down and planted a kiss below Harry’s belly button, resting his cheek against his tummy. He kept singing softly as his fingers moved in runic patterns of protection and love over his mate’s flat for now stomach.


Harry laid his hand on Severus’ black hair and ran his fingers through it, his eyes closed as he listened to his Master sing to their baby. He lay quietly and just let the feelings of warmth and contentment wash over him in gentle waves. Severus sang several more lullabies and then he straightened up to lie beside Harry, wrapping his arms around the younger man, holding him close.


“I love you, impertinent rotten brat,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, nuzzling his neck and jaw line with his lips.


“Ditto Professor,” Harry grinned and then turned to catch Severus’ lips with his own, trying to pull the larger man on top of him. Severus mock growled and nipped at his lips, tugging them gently as one hand slid under Harry’s nightshirt and found a nipple to roll gently in his fingers. He heard Harry’s gasp at his touch and smiled, he was going to enjoy making love to him tonight, like he could ever hate touching that beautiful body. Harry dug his fingers into the other man’s upper arms and arched his back as Severus bit and nibbled along his collarbone, taking time to dip his tongue into the hollow there and thoroughly tasting him, relishing his whimpers as he nipped at the thin skin over the bone.


He took his time with Harry’s nipples, knowing that they were more sensitive than ever now and too much pressure would cause unwanted pain for his love. He slid roughened fingertips over the peaks, teasing them to an even more aroused state, the skin wrinkled and drawn tight from his ministrations.


“How’s that my Harry?” he murmured softly as he stroked the nubbins tenderly, dragging the flesh under the weight of his fingers. Harry whimpered and opened his eyes.


“Sev….it feels different now…I can’t….oh Sev..” he moaned as he arched his back and ran his own hands along his torso, stopping at his flaccid prick and slowly running a finger along the underside, causing his body to jerk at the sensation.


“Oh gods…” he breathed. His fingers still fluttering along the delicate foreskin when Severus leaned down and took one nipple gently into his mouth and began to suckle, he whimpered, he mouth drawn into a little mew of surprise at the strong contraction in his lower abdomen at the pull of his lover’s lips.


The forgotten sheet was riding lower on Harry’s pelvis as he rolled his hips with the sensation, he had no reference point to gauge the pleasure he was feeling now, it was all new, all centered around new nerves that were coming to life by the moment.


Severus drew back on one nipple, suckling harder, his tongue flicking and lashing the tip, the wet skin slippery against his teeth as he grazed them over the puckered nub. He could feel his own prick swelling in the confines of his jeans; he shifted his weight and groaned throatily as his shaft rubbed the soft denim, he was certain he had a wet spot by now.


He looked down and watched as Harry’s fingers rubbed his softened length and watched as they started to venture lower to explore but were jerked back again as Harry realized what he was doing. The younger man made a hungry keening whine in the back of his throat, he felt flushed with heat, it seemed to radiate from his groin. He no longer wanted to thrust his hips into something, now all he could think of was to spread his legs and be taken. He wanted to have his mate claim him in every possible way. He bent his knees and slid his feet up causing his thighs to fall open, leaving himself open to invite the touch of the other man.


Severus moved to the other nipple and bite it gently causing another spasm deep within Harry’s body, he responded with a sob of pleasure and spreading his legs further.


“Please Sev…touch…” he whispered, half ashamed and half not giving a damn, there was something between his legs demanding attention and demanding it now.

Ron lay on his back; his eyes open wide as he heard nearly every noise made in the tent just across the way. He felt his own body respond as he heard Harry respond to the Professor’s touch. He looked over next to him and found that his wife was sound asleep. Bollocks, he could have used a bit of the all right if he had to listen to Harry being drilled through the mattress. He sighed again and rolled over, dragging a pillow over his head to try to keep out the noise.

Severus raised himself on one elbow and looked down at his writhing lover and smiled, Merlin how he loved this man. He placed his hand on Harry’s tummy and rubbed it in slow circles, not taking his eyes from the other man’s fingers as they continued to rub and roll the skin of his limp cock. Harry rolled his hips suggestively and bit his lower lip, he was trying like mad to get Severus to reach further between his legs.


Growling, Harry grabbed the long fingered hand of the older man and started to guide it down over his bits and pieces and then stopped. Severus gave him a gentle squeeze and kissed his lips softly.


“Put it where you need it love.” He said softly as he felt the velvety softness of the flesh hidden between those seeker’s thighs and felt the intense heat waiting for him there. Harry kissed him back hard and at the same time moved Sev’s hand down to his new slit. He mewled and arched in exquisite pleasure as the older man made his first passes of the thin lips with his rough fingertips. Severus could not believe how wet his Harry was, his fingers were soaked, he smiled and brought his fingers to his lips to taste his lover.


Harry watched with half lidded eyes as the other man slowly licked the juices from each finger, taking his time, savouring the new taste of him. He was so afraid that Severus would find him repulsive now, too different, too much like a female, too much like a freak to want to ever touch him. He held his breath until Severus smiled and moved down on the bed to position himself between his legs. He stretched out his long body, hooked his arms under Harry’s thighs and over his hips, forcing his legs apart and over his shoulders.


“Sev..what ….” Harry began as the older man simply looked up and smirked.


“My dear Harry, I do believe this is known as going down on someone.”


And with that, he swiftly cupped Harry’s tight sac up out of his way and began to trace the edges of Harry’s new opening with his tongue. Circe he tasted so fucking good.


Different than cock or precum, definitely different from his sweet little arse, not better, but ….different…sweeter, slicker, thicker. He really hoped he was doing this right, he’d never been with a woman in his life and never intended to, but this wasn’t a woman or really even a woman’s parts, this was his Harry, pure, sweet, and simple, his Harry.


He held the younger man’s hips tightly as he squirmed and thrashed on the bed, his cries incoherent as Severus slowly dipped his tongue into the sweet heat that was Harry’s boy pussy…for want of a better word to use, have to call it something he thought as he drilled his tongue deeper. He could feel the inner muscles of Harry’s body squeezing his tongue as he fucked him slowly with it. He couldn’t help himself, the scientist in him kept comparing this tonguing to rimming and marking the similarities and differences in everything from position of his jaw to the squeals Harry made as he drew his teeth gently over his wet, gaping opening. Interesting to say the least, definitely needed more hands on research he smirked to himself.


Harry thought he could hear someone cry out loudly, almost scream in pleasure, unable to make the connection that it was himself he was hearing. He could feel something that felt like a tightly wound coil deep in his belly, something that felt as if it were about to spring loose and tear his soul from his body. His thighs tightened around Severus’ head as one hand found it’s way to the top of his Master’s head and was trying to press the man’s face tighter to himself. His chest was heaving, his other hand still stroking and teasing his flaccid cock which was drooling a continuous stream of precum now, it twitched and wiggled under the insistent assault of fingertips.


“Master…something feels funny…” Harry gasped, he had an idea what was going to happen, but no reference point to gauge it from, Severus was in the same boat, he had an idea, but no practical knowledge.


Severus held the submissive’s hips tighter and thrust his tongue deeper and faster, he could feel Harry’s body shaking uncontrollably now, the pressure from Harry’s hand on the back of his head almost suffocating him.


It started with a low growl erupting from Harry’s throat as his back arched and his knees came up, his fingers clenching his Master’s hair and his own flesh, his lips pulled back in a snarl.


“Mastermastermastermastermastermastermastermaster…” he howled as the spring that was so tightly wound came undone. Severus felt the inner muscles quiver and flutter around his tongue and he groaned as he imagined how that was going to feel wrapped around his painfully swollen cock.


“Moremoremoremoremore…”Harry chanted, his eyes rolled back in his head, his body was overcome with sensations. He needed more, but he didn’t know what he needed more of.


Severus, being the considerate Dom that he was, rose to the occasion, he slid his hand up quickly between Harry’s thighs and pulled his mouth back enough to slid two of his fingers into his mouth for a moment to get them wet and then slid them slowly into Harry’s slit, letting the younger man feel each centimeter as he twisted and scissored his fingers deeply inside of him. Harry arched his back like a cat and yowled, his hands flying to his sides to grab the bed sheets. As Severus slowly worked his fingers in and out of that slippery heat, he dragged his tongue up along the slightly wrinkled skin of Harry’s sac and then began to tenderly lave that tongue up and down the underside of his prick.


He rolled the soft flesh under his tongue, plucking and playing with it with his lips as he found the sensitive spot under the glans and gently sucked it between his lips, flicking his tongue over it. Harry let out another howl and began to rock himself on those long fingers. That spring was wound again, and this time Harry could see the beginnings of his undoing as it started to happen.


“Fuck me Sev…oh gods….fuck your slut please….” He wailed as he felt himself tip over the edge again and Severus tasted weak spurts of come as he suckled his cock.

Ron sat straight up in bed and glared at the other tent. Some people just had no decency, just had to rub it in when they were getting some and he….wasn’t. He hadn’t meant to be so nasty to Harry that evening, but once again he’d lost his temper and his mouth got the best of him. Now Hermione had told him it would be a good while before she was willing to play hide the snitch with him again.


He jumped slightly at the sound of Harry screaming ‘fuck me’ into the night, what on earth was Snape doing to him? Wait, he really really didn’t want to know what Snape was doing to his best friend. He could hear the greasy git’s low laughter as Harry’s cries finally quieted.

Severus chuckled quietly as he felt Harry’s body go limp under him and his thighs fall limply onto his back. He rose up, kissing his way along one inner thigh and then looked up to smile at his lover. He wanted to know how he did for his first time at that. He peered at Harry’s slack face in the candlelight and saw the dark eyelashes resting on his flushed cheeks.


“Harry?” he whispered softly, his hand caressing the younger man’s face. As his fingertips touched the creamy skin, Harry moaned softly and turned his face to the touch and a light snore slipped from his lips. Severus stared down at the man gobsmacked. He was asleep. He shook him gently and Harry slapped sleepily at his hands and rolled over.


“Sleepin…”


Fuck me running Severus thought, what was he going to do now? He shifted up onto his knees uncomfortably, his painfully hard cock throbbing in his jeans. He looked down at his groin and winced. He hated having to take care of this…thing, he sighed and got off the bed, pausing to pull Harry’s nightshirt down over his hips and to pull his thin sleep socks on his cold feet, then up went the covers.


He rummaged through one of his personal bags until he found what he was looking for, standing awkwardly; he stuffed the item in his back pocket and staggered out of the tent. By now the pressure building to the point it was bringing a stinging tear to his eyes. He turned and waved his wand at the tent, effectively keeping all sound from entering it, he then turned and started to make his way out of the camp and past the other groups camping. For what he had to do now, he needed privacy, he didn’t want any meddling do gooder to interfere with the lessons he’d learn early in his maturity.


As he tried to sneak past Grant and Damon’s tent, he tripped on a lawn chair hidden in the shadows causing a loud crash as it hit the ground. He froze, praying to Merlin that he hadn’t woke anyone. He hung his head and groaned as he heard movement from within the Wolffe tent.


“Who’s out there?” Grant demanded as he came out of the tent shining a huge torch around the campsite. The light fell on Severus as he was edging his way back into the shadows.


“Just me Grant, go back to bed.” He hissed, trying to shield himself from the light.


“Severus William Snape, get yourself over here right now and explain to me just why you are sneaking around in the dark.” Grant demanded as he shone the light on the younger man. He was not pleased at having been woken, not after having to listen to Harry’s virtuoso performance earlier; he’d have to remind Damon to recast those damn charms in the morning.


“Grant please…just let me go,” Severus begged, he was ashamed of having anyone see him like this, mortified at the thought that it was Grant.


The old man stomped over to where Severus was crouched over in the shadows and hauled him into the light of the lantern he’d lit seconds ago. He gasped as he saw the state the younger man was in, he looked up into his tortured face and the anger in him melted.