Secret Sev Santa

Title: Secret Sev Santa
Author: Panko Piskun
Rating: R
Warning: Slash.
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Summary: It's almost Christmas, but Severus isn't home. Instead, he sends his gift by owl.
Challenge/Fest: Part of the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at:
http://www.kardasi.com/Advent

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It was a week before Christmas and all Hogwarts students left were asleep in their beds. Most students had left for the holidays and yet the teachers still held a feeling of dread. For tomorrow, you see, the rules became lax, since the Headmaster found holiday house points too big of a tax. So let us now peek in on our favourite Boy-Who-Lived. And the day a week before Christmas that he opened his first gift.

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Harry Potter, Dark Arts Professor for three years running, stacked the last of his marked essays in a drawer for the holidays. He'd always hated work right before the break, but he hated doing it during the holidays even more.

Harry looked around his chambers, not quite sure what he should do now. Severus wouldn't be home for weeks and would miss the holidays entirely. He'd probably make it back just in time to show up at dinner on the first day back to properly glare at the returning students. Harry sighed. And all for his job as an Order spy.

Pouring himself a drink, Harry sat down in his favourite leather chair and once again questioned his decision to decline the Order's offer of membership. He'd be just as overtired as Severus and probably be delegated jobs far out of his league, as his namesake often mandated. But he'd have been able to schedule more time with his boyfriend and that would've outweighed any negatives the job could carry.

Or maybe not. Probably. Harry sighed. Definitely not. The war was still not one and no one outside of Hogwarts knew of Harry's relationship with the school's Potions Professor.

Harry settled himself in his chair and set the fire ablaze with a quick motion os has hand. A strong "Accio!" later and a blanket was draped lightly over his shoulders. All settled in comfortably, Harry indulged himself in his second all-time favourite pastime; secret Sev-flashbacks. His most favourite, of course, being secret Sev-watching in person.

The last time Harry had seen his lover had been Thursday night, two days ago. Merlin, though, what a night that had been"¦

***

Severus' kisses were almost bruising but Harry loved them anyway. The harsh feel of wet lips against his skin added just one more sensation to their lovemaking sessions. His hands were never hard enough, though, and it drove Harry crazy. He wanted to feel Severus in the most intimate way, more than just sex. He needed the feel of skin and body and soul rubbing against each other. Sex was more than stick Appendage A into Orifice B to them. It was passionate and sour and explosive all at the same time. They could express so much more with their bodies than language could ever hope to express.

Tonight was especially devastatingly wonderful. Severus seemed more desperate and almost angry. Normally Harry would have pried what was bothe his his lover out of him, but tonight seemed to be more about a creature comfort. Harry knew this type of sex. Out of all the types he and Severus had tried through their months together, this was his least favourite. It meant Severus was leaving for some mission or another. He wouldn't know the details until tomorrow morning when Severus would tell him, but for now it didn't matter.

All that mattered were his lips on his skin. Harry writhed under his lover's ministrations. Sweet merciful! Oh- Oh! How many mouths can one man have? Several at least, to be kissing him and preparing him for a good fuck session with his mouth at the same time.

Suddenly it didn't matter at all, because Severus was in him and oh, didn't that feel like Heaven wrapped in some sugary goodness! They always paused here, with the pressure between his eyes building and the blood filling their already painful cocks. And then it started again. The mounting pleasure and slamming of skin against skin and oh god, god, god. In and out, in and out. Breathe"¦

***

Harry gulped and breathed out shakily. No need to get himself all hot and bothered when he had no warm body to curl up to afterwards.

Resigning himself to a lonely night spent in bed, Harry was about to get up when he heard a tapping at the window. Walking to small circular window to the right of his chair, Harry spotted a plain brown owl with a small note tied to his leg. Harry blinked for a moment and turned to where Hedwig usually rested. There she was, just as normal. So the letter couldn't be from anyone in Hogwarts or else she would have gone to pick the note up.

Harry let in the owl and gave her a small Owl Treat. Just before the bird took flight, Hedwig flew over and began nipping at the snow covering the other owl. The two seemed content to occupy themselves, so Harry left them to their own devices. He took the note over to the fire and sat down so he could read it.

The parchment was stone-dry despite the quite obvious snow falling outside. It was tied closed with a little piece of silver fabric and Harry instantly knew who it was from. Smiling brightly, he carefully pulled off the wrapping and placed it to one side, insight telling him he'd want to keep that. The note was simply and quite to the point, exactly what he'd expect from correspondence with his only long-term lover.

H,

I left your gift under that hideous thing you call a Christmas tree. I trust it will be well-received.

Yours (soon),
S.

Harry laughed at the very Severus-sounding note. Although he certainly was curious as to what 'soon' meant. Putting everything aside, Harry scooted closer to the tree and looked for pre present that was sure to stick out in some way. Ah! There it is!

It was a square present that he hadn't really noticed before. It was covered in silver and green wrapping and had a tiny silver snake on the top that hissed quietly when Harry made to pick up the present. The only indication that it was for him was tiny piece of golden ribbon attaching a piece of card to the side of the box. The card simply read "H" in a beautifully elegant script and had a wizard's photo of falling snow in the background.

Opening it up, Harry found many layers of cloth wrapped around another present wrapped in exactly the same manner as the larger one, card and all. Harry snorted to himself. Trust Severus to give him a gift within a gift.

Harry couldn't wait any longer and tore open the little box. It really was amazing, how much the box resembled a-

Harry was speechless. He couldn't in the slightest think of what to do. How to react. In the end, he settled for whooping loudly and jumping up from the floor. And that's how Ron and Hermione Weasley-Granger found him a half-hour later.

Engagement ring on finger and tears running down his face.

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Date Completed/Last Updated: December 13, 2002