Xmas Discoveries

Title: Xmas Discoveries
Email: alwyn@serpens-argenteus.com
Site: www.serpens-argenteus.com
Author: Alwyn
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me!
Distribution: Wherever. Let me know first though.
Spoilers: none
Summary: Harry discovers that Hermione has used polyjuice to turn
into himself, and has been sleeping with Snape. What will he do?
Pairings: HP/SS, mention of HP/HG
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa challenge
2003. #??
Requested: HP/SS (delivered) Romance (I tried)
Special Request(s): dash of angst, UST (minor amounts)

A/N: pretty formatted version at www.serpens-argenteus.com/snarry.doc

It was the twenty-fifth day of December when Harry Potter discovered
his potions master banging Hermione Granger in the back of his office.

Harry saw the two of them have sex, saw them kiss goodbye, and saw
the polyjuice potion wear off his friend.

Surely Snape knew that it was Hermione he was fucking. Who else would
have the ingredients necessary to make the polyjuice potion?

The question was, why did Snape want to pretend to be having sex with
Harry?


Up in his dorm, Harry changed into his pajamas and got into bed,
drawing the heavy curtains close around its frame. Not yet adjusted
to the darkness, he leaned back against the pillow and closed his
eyes. Slowly, his hand drifted down his body, skimming over his flat
stomach, fingers tangling in the curly hair. He wrapped his hand
around his penis, pumping it slowly, enjoying the sensations. He
squeezed tighter, imagining Snape as he had seen him earlier, holding
himself up over Harry with strong arms dripping with sweat. The man\'s
hair hung down limply in front of his face, which was contorted with
desire.

Wait a minute. Snape? Why was he thinking about Snape? Harry felt
faintly guilty thinking about his teacher being sexual. And the
greasy git, too! Well. Harry didn\'t care what he thought. It wasn\'t
like Snape was ever nice to him. Maybe if he were nicer Harry d
td
think twice before masturbating to his image, but right now Harry
just didn\'t care. He was horny.

Harry picked up where he had left off, this time not hesitating to
imagine Snape in the most bizarre of situations, committing the most
depraved acts, usually with Harry as his \'victim\'. It only took a few
minutes before warm, white liquid splashed over the top of Harry\'s
hand.

Before dropping off to sleep, Harry\'s last thought was the potions
master will be mine. No matter what I have to do.


In potions class the next day Harry was an absolute disaster. He
added beetle eyes when he should have put in fly eggs. He stirred
fifty times counterclockwise when he should have stirred fifteen. He
was unable to answer any of the questions the potions master asked of
him, even with Neville muttering the correct answers under his
breath. Harry considered himself lucky that nothing had exploded yet.

Snape was acting strangely. He seemed resigned, somehow. He didn\'t
even take the opportunity to make his usual scathing remarks when
Harry once again failed to respond to the most basic of questions
about the potion they were supposed to be preparing today. Harry was
both relieved and disappointed when the potions master stalked past
his desk without so much as an insult.

It was just at the end of class when the event that Harry had been
waiting for occurred.

\"Mr. Potter. You will remain after class. I am sure your friends
won\'t begrudge you just a moment of your so very precious time.\"

This is your opportunity, Harry thought. Take it.

As the rest of the class filed out, Harry approached the large desk
at the front of the room. He heard the door bang shut behind him.

Stepping up to Snape without breaking eye contact, Harry allowed self-
confidence to fill his every movement. He knew what he was doing. \"I
saw what you were doing in your office last night,\" he said
boldly. \"You could get in a lot of trouble for fucking your students,
you know.\"

Snape froze. This was worse than he had imagined. Until now the
possibility still remained that Harry had only seen part of what had
occurred: namely, their farewell kiss. It now was evident that the
boy (young man, Snape corrected himself) had been there from the
beginning. Snape was thoroughly screwed.

\"All right. What is it you wish of me, Mr. Potter?\"

\"I want you to do to me what you were doing to her last night.\"

Snape narrowed his eyes. \"Is this some kind of prank? If it is, I can
assure you that it is not funny.\"

\"It\'s no joke, sir. When I saw you last night, I knew for the first
time that you were the one for me. I don\'t know how to explain it; it
was like my eyes were open for the first timel thl these months of
fighting Voldemort at your side, and I never saw what was right in
front of me.

\"I don\'t think I can live another day without you. I know that you\'ve
probably never thought about me in this way before, but please, give
this a chance.\"

\"You would leave me with no other option? What has happened to that
infamous Gryffindor nobility?\"

\"The Sorting Hat tried to put me into Slytherin, sir, though I
convinced it otherwise. I don\'t mean for you to be forced into this.
I only wanted to make use of the perfect opportunity. If you say no
I\'ll just forget the entire thing. No one will hear a word about last
night. Promise.\"

\"You swear it?\"

\"Yes. On my honor as a Gryffindor.\"

\"Bloody Gryffindors.\"

Before Harry could respond, Snape advanced on him, invading his
personal space so suddenly that he backpedaled into the wall. Snape\'s
eyes held him there, daring him to run away and prove that this was
just a silly game he was playing. Harry didn\'t move. Snape\'s
proximity had him frozen in place, until he felt the man\'s body hot
against him, and then he felt those thin lips pressed almost gently
to his own.

Snape\'s earlier dominance vanished when he saw that Harry wasn\'t
playing. He kissed Harry tentatively, holding back as though he
expected to be burned. Harry was having none of it. He pulled the
potions master harder against him, his tongue questing for the
entrance to Snape\'s mouth. Snape gave in almost immediately, parting
his lips and tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of Harry\'s
neck. Where did the boy learn to kiss like this, he wondered, before
Harry\'s hand drifted down his chest to the top button of his pants,
and all thoughts were forgotten as his brain melted beneath the
onslaught.

Snape was straining against the front of his pants, thrusting forward
into Harry\'s welcoming hand. How long had he been imagining this for?
And now, to have the real thing suddenly in front of him… it was too
much. Slowly his brain returned to some semblance of organization, as
best as it could given the circumstances. Something was wrong with
this situation. Harry couldn\'t want him, the greasy Potions master.
It was impossible. He placed his hands on Harry\'s chest, pushing away
slightly.

\"Harry,\" he whispered. The boy pretended not to notice.

\"Harry,\" he said again. \"Harry, stop. You don\'t know what you\'re
doing to me. I can\'t control myself if you keep doing this.\"

\"I know what I\'m doing, Severus,\" Harry said. \"I want this.\"

\"Are you sure?\"

\"More sure than I\'ve ever been in my life.\"

Snape gazed into Harry\'s eyes for a brief moment before throwing out
all his earlier hesitancy. He licked the side of his neck, trailing
open-mouthed kisses down past the front of the robes that now fell
open at his touch. His hands roamed all over the boy, caressing his
chest, his hips, his ass, before pulling their groins together to
generate a delicious heat.

Snape moved his hands to the front of Harry\'s pants, unfastening them
and sliding his long fingers down to caress him through the thin
cotton underpants. Harry moaned and leaned his head against Snape\'s
shoulder, panting hard. Snape\'s fingers encircled the crown of
Harry\'s penis, pulling gently. He slid his hand down slightly and
rubbed between and around his balls, then back farther still to press
against his perineum. Harry\'s eyes were closed, his breathing
becoming increasingly ragged against Snape\'s shoulder.

Harry began to thrust back against Snape, who stilled him just long
enough to remove the white cotton that stood in his way. Squeezing
rhythmically, it was only a matter of seconds before Harry stiffened
against him, filling Snape\'s hand with his warm ejaculate.

Snape unbuttoned his own pants now, pulling out his now stiff and
leaking penis. He gently parted Harry\'s legs just enough to press
himself between the boy\'s thighs, and then pushed his legs back
together. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and
faster, using the friction of their sweat-dampened skin to bring
himself to completion. His semen clung glistening to the inside of
Harry\'s thighs.


Snape let his gaze rest on his young lover, his mind hazy with the
pleasure of recent orgasm. This is the best Christmas I\'ve had in
thirty years. I don\'t know what got into Harry tonight, he thought to
himself, but I\'m most certainly grateful.