Noodle

Warning: Pre-Chan-slash. Please beware, A 10yr old Harry Potter and a very adult Severus Snape.

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Noodle
By Black Cat

Snape stood with his arms crossed, shifting from foot to foot impatiently. He stood just outside the padlock watching Hagrid hold the reins of some mindless beasts he was attempting to tame. The Headmaster had volunteered him for this ‘little babysitting task’, as a safeguard for the grounds keeper. Dumbledore knew damn well that Hagrid didn’t need help breaking in the new beasts. Temperamental beast that they were but once they trusted you, they would unconditionally.

Hagrid didn’t seem pleased at having Snape present, grimacing, Sprout would have been the better choice or McGonagall both animal lovers. Both well-versed in hexes appropriate for animals. Snape gripped his wand tighter, he was currently considering hexing Hagrid and his beast and walking away from this whole situation. He half believed this was some strange ploy to get him out into the sunlight more. The crazy old Headmaster had been going on about vitamin E or was it D that the sun gave off. He really didn’t care all he knew was that so far this ‘lovely morning’ he had had fire shot at him, patches of rock and soil flung at his head, been near trampled on, and was now sweating so ‘unpleasantly’ in this forsaken heat he had been forced to remove his outer robes. Which were now flung over a low lying tree branch.

Hagrid was currently bent over the beast stroking its skeletal frame, feeding it some treat he kept pulling out of his deep pocket. All the other threstrals were already grazing in the forbidden forest, swarming up and down above the treetops. The smallest and meanest of the creatures remained. That animal was currently rubbing its back end on the wood fence, indifnt tnt to those around her but make one move toward her and she would snarl and snap at you.

Snape shifted impatiently. Leaning back against the tree, shutting his eyes for just a moment to enjoy the silence. Wishing that this was over already and he could escape back to the cool of the castle. To the cool of his dungeons.

“Hey Hagrid”

Snape snapped to attention, young Harry Potter was running down the hill toward the padlock clutching a letter in his hand, yelling for the grounds keeper attention. He ran right past Snape with out notice, jumping onto the bottom rail of the enclosure. “Hagrid” he called over the top rail, “I got my Hogwarts letter today”, He waived the parchment smiling excitedly, with all the joys of a child.

Hagrid let go of the reins of the last animal walking over to the boy grinning from ear to ear. “Of course ya\'h did there Harry” he took the letter from the boy reading over it, “always knew ya\'h would…your parents would be proud” Hagrid looked down at the parchment his lips moving as he read the letter. “…Bet’cha are in Gryffindor just like they were…Isn’t that right professor” Hagrid looked over Harry’s head to professor Snape.

Harry snapped his neck around, noticing that the professor was standing there for the first time. His smile lessened, hastily looking to the ground. Snape watched him peek at him through the light feather of his bangs, his green eyes shadowed in the late afternoon’s sun.

Snape glided forward, his eyes not leaving the boy. He took the letter lazily from Hagrid, glancing at the wrinkled parchment in his hand. The standard letter lay before him, the same letter sent to all students, the official welcome into wizarding world and society and of course Hogwarts school. He could imagine the boy’s excitement; the boy had grown up at the school since his parent’s death. The little group project. Finally a student in his own right.

I handed the letter back to him, “Congratulations Mister Potter,” I snarled.

“Thank you professor,” he whispered, but as I handed him the letter, I let my ring finger glide gently over the back of his small hand, petting the tender flesh of his hand. His head whipped up to look into my eyes. His emerald eyes frosted and nwed.wed. I don’t know why I did that, why I touched him.


I licked my lips, sighing, I suddenly felt overwhelmingly hot and not from the heat of the day. He was to close, close enough for me to touch. But he could be a world away and he would still be to close. The top of his head bent down trying to avoid eye contact.

The “Boys don’t kiss” moment in my chamber seemed a lifetime ago but it certainly was a moment I had not stopped thinking about. A moment that was never far from my mind. I haven\'t spoke to him since that day. I couldn’t, I couldn’t be sure of my behavior, I couldn’t be sure that I would not pull him toward me and ravish that tender mouth of his.

Though it was never for his lack of trying.

He was forever looking at me, hard, glances at the lunch table, long looks no child should give.

The boy hung onto the top rail letting one-foot swing down into the dirt and dust. Trailing the toe of his trainers in the soil. I watched the movement of his young foot, sockless. Hairless legs. Kissed by sunlight, a scabbed knee. His fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt.

Sinless licks of his lips, an innocent brush of his bangs revealing those emerald eyes. Eyes that darkened as they looked at me. To say my thoughts of him that very moment were pure would be a lie.

“Professor…Professor?”

I looked up he had his hand out stretched slender fingers, he wiggled them, “my letter professor”.
I had been lost looking at him, totally unaware that I had been holding one side of the parchment and him the other. I let go of the letter, he snatched it quickly from my fingers, folding it back into place, stuffing it in the envelope. He had me enchanted, bond to him and he didn’t even know it.

“Do you think I will be in Gryffindor? Professor.”

“Hmm…” I grunted. I had to move away from him. I had to get back to the castle, back to my dungeons. I needed to sit on the cold stone floor until my arse was numb. Until my thoughts were back in check.

I backed away, Hagrid was next to the threstral trying to coax it with an apple or sugars. But the beast wasn’t giving in just yet, he was clawing at the ground. Hoofs kicking up dust and debris. His head bent down as if he was preparing to charge.

I had only taken one step back as the animal darted around Hagrid, knocking into the giant circling him once and jumping the padlock. The small creature’s hind legs clipped the top rail of the enclosure causing the bar to fall. Harry ducked as the animal jumped, himself slipping off the bottom rail falling into me. Right into my arms.

“Yea okay H’arry…professor”, Hagrid didn’t wait for an answer he was already running after the animal with out a backward glance at the two he left behind him.

As the boy knocked in to me his knee collided with my more delicate…anatomy. I fell backwards onto the ground, with him on top of me. I arched up crying out, clutching myself, the boy struggling to get off me. I simply lay there clutching my groin, rolled to my side pressing my knees together to keep from screaming. The boy slid off me kneeling next to me. My eyes clenched tight, grinding my teeth. Waiting for the shooting pain in my groin to subside

I cupped my cock rubbing in a small massaging movement trying to get the blood moving again. To rub away the pain.

“Did I get you in the noodle?” he whispered.

My eyes sprang open, nearly forgottening he was there. He was leaning over me looking at holdholding onto my arm. I propped myself up on one elbow attempting to sit up.

“Did I get you in the noodle?” he inquired again.

“…Noodle?” I questioned

At least he had the decency to blush.

“That’s what Auntie Minerva calls It.” he flushed again looking all of age of ten that he was.

“Just go back to the castle” I muttered, getting up on to one knee. Stopping, shutting my eyes, waiting for the throbbing in my cock to lessen.

“Professor” he had his hand on my arm attempting to help me to my feet. I shook him off getting to my feet suddenly…strtenitening up to fast. Pulling the muscle to taught… I leaned over still holding myself. Waiting for the discomfort to ease, I limped forward, thinking this would be a slow walk back to the castle, down the long steps to my dungeons.

He took my arm guiding me toward Hagrids hut. Up the few steps and into the over sized chair before the empty hearth. I sat gently down in the chair, and spread my legs still cupping myself. Eyes shut trying to will the dull pounding pain away.

The throbbing was subsiding. And I loosened my grip on my self. The boy stood in the middle of the room looking about. \"Where\'s the ice?\" His eyes darted toward a make shift kitchenette.

I snarled at the boy, \"just get out.\" I wanted to be alone in my pain. To shut my eyes in silence.

But he just stood there in front of me. Licking his red lips, his cheeks blushing red.

\"Do you want me to rub it?\" a small squeak asked.

My eyes shot open. He was fidgeting, innocently, twisting the seam of his summer shirt.

I just stared at him.

\"Once when one of Hagrid’s animals knocked me over and it stepped on my…on my noodle…” he blushed as he said the last bit, looking to the floor, letting his voice trail off at the end.

“…He had me rub mine until we got back to the castle for ice....\" he rushed to explain \"...It felt better then!\"

I suddenly couldn\'t breath; the pain was gone from my groin and now was a tight knot in my chest. He was a beautiful child. Pale and tan at the same time. Flushed and pink, creamy and smooth. He dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Since I kicked you, I’ll rub your noodle” his voice was little more than a whisper. His angelic face tilted toward me.

To say I was stunned was an understatement. The vision of him kneeling between my legs was hypnotic. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was like this moment was moving in slow motion, I heard the words, I understood what they meant, but my mind had not yet processed that he was offering to rub my ‘noodle’.

Licking his lips, he pushed back the raven color bangs from his innocent face and with a determined look, tongue between teeth he pulled my hand away from my lower anatomy.

His fingers were the cool clamminess of all children. The blood drained from my face and straight to my cock. I no longer had any pain from being kicked, but from the anticipation of being touched by him. Of those small finger touching me, rubbing my pain away. I was aroused, as I had never been before.

Him kneeling between my legs, a permanent blush seemed to have been painted is cis cheeks. He was the picture of innocence.

It sent a quiver down my spine the way he looked at me, hungry, needy. Was it my imagination that he looked that way? All the picture of innocence, except for that look in his eyes. Was it possible for a child to have that look and understand? Merlin I hop bec because once he touched me. Once he rubbed my ‘noodle’ I knew I would be done for. Would he understand what was happening? I tried to think if I would have understood the meaning of all this at 10 years of age.

Small slender finger touched the fabric of my pants, startling me back to him, on his knees before me, here on Hagrids rugs, in a hut on the edge of the forbidden forest, his face inches from my now weeping prick. I couldn\'t take my eyes off him. I was mesmerized some demon had possessed me and I couldn\'t move.

Those fingertips were preparing to touch me.

I was enchanted by those fingers, he smoothed the fabric down, one hand resting on my inter thigh. The other not yet touch the bulge in my pants, I held my breath in anticipation.

I was aroused, any bruising or pain that had been prior to this moment was gone. I couldn\'t even remember before now.

He looked intently at me his hand hovering above my cock. Palm down and frs irs in a curved cup position, he lightly palmed me through the fabric of my pants.

My breath caught in my lungs. Tighter.

The palm of his hand rested at the base of my cock moving slightly upward. His fingers fell on to the curve of my length. I watched him watch me. Rubbing me through my pants.

He rubbed up a few more times, too lightly, it almost had me begging for more. For rougher touches. The hand that had been resting on my inter thigh inched closer to my balls. Though I hadn’t been aware of that until they were cupped and lightly tugged.

I almost cried out. He ground the palm of his hand harder at the base, small fingers curved around my whole prick. I look harder at him. Instead of resting back on his feeke hke he had before he was now kneeling up, I could see his whole face concentration on what he was doing. He tugged again on my balls, rolling them in his small hand. Pumping harder on my cock. Holding me harder. I wanted to unbutton my pants and feel those fingers dip beneath the fabric and take me in hand. I wanted to arch up into that touch.

As I thought the last bit, I felt him tug at the buttons on my trousers.

“What are you doing?” I knew my voice was sharp andped ped sounding. But he took no notice of the roughness of it.

“It needs fresh air,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Well of course it does, silly me.

See that’s where I should have stopped this. That very moment. Everyg hag has its breaking point, cross that point and it becomes too hard to stop the moments that will surely follow. It wasn’t that I was unaware that the breaking point was upon us…I simply chose to ignore it.

I choose to let him open the front of my pants, I choose to let those tender fingers touch and caress me. I accepted the long strokes to my cock, both young hands gripping me. Teasing me, touching me, pulling, massaging, fondling my balls, tugging, slender fingers dipping down ghosting over the entrance of my body.

Did he know what he did to me? How he drove me crazy? The way his breath hit the tip of my cock, the whistle of his breath teasing the tip…he did it all with such innocence, wide emerald eyed. Yet his eyes never left my face, even when I threw back my head, moaning for his touch, lifting my hips up, reaching for him to move faster, whimpering, pleading begging…none of it was beneath me.

My hard length wrapped in those small fingers, his face inches from my cock, pulsating, leaking with need for those finger and for his touch. It was a dangerous game he played, his face inches from my groin. Him licking his lips, when he suddenly bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. I shuddered, throwing my head back and came, gasping for air, my come leaking over his fingers which were now releasing me.

I was out of breath, I tried to slow the rise and fall of my chest. My eyes shut, breath in and out, slowly, steady.

“Mine hurt for days afterward,” he stated breaking the silence, standing before me, dishtowel in hand. “Even still…So I’ll stop by tomorrow, in your dungeons and give it another rub down.” he nodded a friendly smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

I nodded. Not yet regaining my composure.

“You okay to gack ack to the castle, I want to go tell Auntie about my letter”.

I nodded, what else could I do.

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