Eclair

Éclair – Part the Fourth – The Mirror

It appeared that his owl to Lucius had been rather premature. Though Severus had been keeping a careful eye on Draco’s eating habits, noticing that the boy was down to his usual levels of caloric intake – there seemed to be no overt reduction in his girth. This was going to warrant investigation, and that meant less time spent on Potions, and that meant that he foul mood was going to sink into the very depths of Hades. Silently he thanked Albus for the combined Gryffindor – Slytherin classes, the points reduction was both called for, and rather therapeutic. Well no time like the present to begin his sleuthing.

He did not have far to look, a very flustered house-elf was making her way down the corridor from the ‘spare teacher’s chambers’ – laden with empty platters. The answer was obvious – and he damned himself to seven hells and back again not to have thought of it initially.

“You there!” called Snape imperiously

“Who sir, me sir? Master wants Frulie sir?”

“Yes yes Foofy – could you tell me where you found those receptacles?”

“Frulie, sir – in the spare room sir! Have to keep coming down here to clean now! Many plates, many new sheets!”

Severus sighed – was it not bad enough that the delectable Malfoy was fraternizing with Potter, but he did not need his face rubbed in the fact that they were both enjoying themselves, to the point of requiring new sheets every day.

“Fooly – would you be able to tell me what was on those platters?”

“Oh sir, not much sir, this one had éclairs, this one jam doughnuts, this one had fresh fruit, the jug had whipped cream, the bowl had black cherries, the…”

“Enough! Thank you very much for your time Frulie, you may continue”

The house-elf made her way along the corridors, as Snape re-entered his chambers. The first thing he spied was his looking-glass. He was grateful that inspiration was banging him on the head with a mallet today, if he had had to wait and see what was happening – he might have exploded! He circled his bookcase – where was that tome on Enchanting of Mirrors?

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Later that night
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Severus sat down with a double firewhisky to wait – he had already slipped into more comfortable clothes (merely for the sake of relaxation, and be damned to anyone who may think otherwise), cast a warming charm around his most comfortable chair, and had placed a warm rug at his feet. The tension was rising, and from the giggles he could head outside, the show would not be long in beginning.

As always, he was right. From his vista through the other room’s isinglass mirror, he could see Harry and Draco stumble out from under an invisibility cloak. He filed the thought away for future reference – it would not do to miss an iota of the ensuing spectacle – purely for research.

Draco snuggled down on the bed – and started slowly to remove his clothes. Curled up in the duvet he looked like nothing more than a young animal, soft and vulnerable. Severus could not remove his eyes from him, he looked so sleek and well fed, the thought of running his hands up that softness, of hearing him whimper into his mouth, the thought of seeing those delicious ripe lips form a whine, begging and pleading…

“Draco!” Harry’s voice startled Severus out of his reverie. He started to curse, the blessed ‘Audiare’ charm – but as Severus looked on, Harry continued:

“Have you been a good boy Draco?” – well it was obvious who was wearing the pants in this relationship.

“Yes Harry, I have” Huge grey eyes peeked out from under the duvet – despite his subconscious desires, Draco still seemed to be unsure of himself wiegaregards to his physique.

“You’ve not eaten since lunch then, I take it?”

“No Harry.” Another mystery solved then – how Draco was not putting on weight, after the spread that house elf had mentioned, well, he had been rather in awe of the young man’s metabolism.

“Excellent” Severus could not fault the smirk on Harry’s face “Shall we begin then?”

“Please.” The moan of longing was almost too much for Severus to bear – he raised himself halfway out of his seat, starting towards the door, before lowering himself back down. ‘Patience’ he counseled ‘think of this as research, if you ever get the lad into your own clutches, this will be invaluable”

Harry twisted his wand in a complex pattern, “Da’mi qual’cosa che parlo” he whispered, “So sugarplum – is there anything in particular you feel like?”

“Food” again the whimper – Severus could see saliva forming at the corners of his mouth. “Please Harry”

“Well, since you’re not being specific – how about this?”

Severus had never heard of football trousers, the ones with press-studs up the sides, but within twenty seconds, he was suitably impressed. Mr. Potter’s lack of undergarments left nothing to be ashamed of, as were his proportions. The contrast between the two boys was magnified now, the defined, sculptured physique of the tanned manual laborer, in contrast to the dissipated debauched form of the aristocrat.

Draco tossed the duvet aside and fell to his knees, the flush on his cheeks, from both the heat and the view, Severus was sure, heightened his color to almost feverish intensity. With no foreplay, no tender ministrations, he took Harry’s length into his mouth, sucking at it as if it were his mother’s breast, looking for sustenance.

Potter threw his head back with abandon; it was obvious that the attention with which the young cherub was lavishing his cock was having the desired effect. Snape wondered how they managed to consume such quantities of food in their post coital bliss – it seemed rather odd.

Within a few minutes, no more than five, the Potter boy was spasming in a paroxysm of pleasure. Severus was hard put not to thrust his hand down his trousers, especially when Draco continued to suckle on it, drinking every last drop down, until eventually Potter pushed his head away.

“Satisfied yet Malfoy?”

Draco turned even redder, his tousled hair framing a face akin to a radish. Severus wanted to slap the Potter boy for making his princeling more and more uncomfortable in his own body – it was not right to see him treated so callously.

“Not yet, Harry – I’m sorry” – Draco turned away towards the bed… making to climb under the duvet.

“No, Draco, don’t – I’m sorry” Severus gaped “Please stay on top of the duvet? For me… I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty” Severus was aghast – the Potter boy has feelings, it was a miracle – a Potter with a conscience!

Draco obliged, still slightly stilted, but positioned himself atop the duvet, stretched out for inspection. Severus’ jaw dropped. What he would not give to lay his hands on such perfection.

“Look Draco, I’m sorry – just pissed that Snape makes you wait so long, I wish we could do this with no restraints on us whatsoever”

“Harry, I explained – if I don’t wait then I don’t enjoy it half as much – remember the first few times?”

“Yeah, I do, so what would you like honey?”

“Hmm, would you be an option?”

“Surely, but later okay, right now we need to get my big boy all satisfied”

Severus was shocked. How often had he used, or thought the same words. It was almost as if he could live this scene vicariously through Harry.

“Cherries” Draco mumbled, “And… mmm… éclairs”

“Cherries! Eclairs” Harry snapped his fingers, and a platter of each appeared. He snuggled down into the bed, sitting by Draco, and picked up the cherries.

“Cherries first, okay?”

“Sure..”

Harry started up on a long monologue about his day, for which Severus cared not in the slightest. His fixation was on that silk pink tongue which kept on darting out to snatch the cherries that Harry kept on absentmindedly picking up, and placing above Draco’s mouth. Severus loved the way in which the deep dark juice was turning those pink virgin lips the color of a debauched whore’s. And that darting tongue, he could think of uses for it far beyond those which the two boys seem to have stumbled upon.

All too soon the cherries were finished. Severus was on the edge of his seat by this time, trying to see what the boys would do next.

“Would you Harry?” Draco turned scarlet, and looked away. “Only, its so much better when you…”

“Sure thing – don’t be embarrassed – are you comfortable in that position?”

“Yeah, I mean, would you… could you… the éclairs?”

Harry moved the éclairs within arms reach of Draco.

“Better now?”

“Yeah… thanks”

Harry slowly let his tongue drift down Draco’s body, it was obvious to Severus that the young man, all preconceptions to the contrary, really did care about his protégé; his tender ministrations were proof of that. Draco was absentmindedly munching on éclairs, and it was obvious that his mind was taken up more by the soft senses on his skin, than by the fact that he was eating those delectable cream pastries.

Harry had worked his way down to Draco’s cock by now, it looked so strange, a hard spear of flesh emerging from something so soft and silky – and the reverence which Harry accorded it was almost spiritual.
From the first moment that Potter’s mouth wrapped around him, Severus could see that the speed of Draco’s gluttony increased – it was almost as if he was trying to match the rise and fall of that disheveled head – for which Severus would not blame him in the slightest.

Through the Audiare charm, Severus could now hear the moaning, whimpering, pleading of the blonde.. his body so overcome with sensory pleasure, that he was writhing and squirming under that mouth, desperate to receive as much pleasure from one end as from the other.

Severus could take it no longer, his hand snuck down through his robe, encircled his girth, and started to match the speed of Potter’s head, stroke for stroke. It was a twisted, vicarious participation in the two boys’ tryst, but it was better than nothing – and when he managed to find his release at the same time as Draco – in some warped way he felt complete. Damn Lucius, he thought to himself. I am going to have to put paid to this scenario. But not before I get my pleasure out of this first.