Make Me Yours

Title: Make Me Yours
Author: SlytherinJenn
RatinC-17C-17, PWP
Challenge: Written for the Dawn to Dusk Harry/Sev Fuh-Q-fest
Disclaimer: I don\'t own these characters, only the smutty things I make them do. No profits are made through this fic. Please don\'t sue me, I have no money to take.
Beta: DanI :) UAU!!
Feedback: slashwriter69@yahoo.com

Before this is read I would like to make it clear that this is a PWP, meaning there is NO plot, it is not a WIP, there will be no her her chapters etc. It\'s simply a small bit of smut written for a Fest. That being said, enjoy!>

“You could treat him with some respect,” Hermione said sourly. “After all, he is in love with you.”

Ses Sns Snape froze in his steps and stared contemplatively at the door that Harry Potter and all of the other members of the Order of the Phoenix had just exited out of, leaving only himself and Ms.Granger in the room. It had been a year since Harry and his friends had graduated from Hogwarts. Several of them sd tod to work as apprentices, working on the protection of the castle as they worked for the Order.

“That is possibly the most imbecilic thing ever to grace my ears,” Severus stated in his usual cold tone.

“It’s true, he told me….And you can’t expect me to believe you haven’t noticed it! He has trouble presenting his facts because he so desperately wants for you to notice him,” Hermione rolled her eyes, exasperated at the older wizard. She’d been the shoulder that Harry had cried on so many times when the Potions master had been cruel.

Severus turned and searched the young woman’s eyes for any sign that this could be a prank and much to his dismay he found nothing but honesty there. He sighed and let his weary frame drop into a chair across the table from where Hermione sat.

“It can’t be…. it just can’t,” Severus buried his head in his hands, mind mulling over the strangeness of it all.

“Well, it is true. I don’t have any cause to lie to you. The only reason I’ve said anything at all is because Harry is miserable. He loves you, heaven knows why, you’re an insufferable git, but still he does love you. Valentines Day is tomorrow you know….it’d be a nice change to see Harry smile,” Hermione got up and left the room at the conclusion of her speecot rot really caring what the man had to say in return.

For quite some time after Hermione had left the room, Severus sat in complete silence. He kept going over instances in his mind of ways the Boy-Who-Lived had hinted at his feelings. Why hadn’t he seen it all before? He determined a plan of action for the following evening and swept back to his dungeons to begin preparation.



The morning fell on Hogwarts castle much earlier than Harry Potter would have liked. Another Valentines Day, another lonely night pining after the man who hated him. The 19 year old man rolled out ed aed and pulled on his robes. He sighed softly as he looked himself over in the mirror. Time hadn’t helped his height; he stood roughly at 5’9. However, years of Quidditch training had added a layer of muscle to his slim frame so that he no longer looked like a malnourished orphan.

Entering the Great Hall made the Boy-Who-Lived absolutely sick with jealousy. Students and teachers alike were jolly with the spirit of the holiday and the entire room was bedecked in pink and. Hd. Harry sighed and slumped into his usual chair at the Teachers table. Hermione and Ron soon arrived, hand in hand, and took their places at the table. Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic glance and he focused his eyes on the food in front of him, not really hungry but not feeling like conversing with the happy couple on this of all days.

Hedwig swooped down next to Harry and dropped an envelope at his plate. “Thanks girl,” Harry cooed as he let the snowy owl take a drink from his goblet before taking flight once more. He sighed apenepened the envelope slowly, hoping it wasn’t bad news.

Mr. Potter,
Meet me in the Dungeons at 8pm if what Ms. Granger says is true.
-S. Snape

Harry’s hands shook as he read the small note. He turned to glare at Hermione, seeing that she was already staring intently at him.

“You told him! How could you, you promised,” the former Gryffindor’s eyes welled up with tears as he made a hasty exit from the table, not realizing that a pair of obsidian eyes followed him with concern.

Harry refused to come out of his rooms for the rest of the day, preferring to shut himself in and mope. At 7:45 he made a decision, he would go to the dungeons, what did he really have to lose? He was probably going to have to die to rid the world of Voldemort, so why shouldn’t he do as he pleases now? He put on his finest green dress robes and attempted to comb out his hair to no avail. Trembling slightly, the young man made his way to the dungeons and rapped lightly on the door to Severus’ rooms.

“Ahh, Mr. Potter, so good of you to join me,” Severus smiled lightly as he opened the door and led Harry in, “Now, Ms. Granger has been telling me some…. rather interesting things indeed. Would you care to fill me in personally as to what interest you have in me?”

Harry looked around the room he had just been brought into, marveling at how different it was from his vision. The room was quite cozy, walls covered in tapestries and a warm fire roaring. The edges of the room were lined with bookshelves and a large overstuffed sofa sat in the center. The young man sighed and felt a blush creep over the bridge of his nose as he began to speak.

“I love you Severus. I have for a long time. I want you, make me yours,” he managed to stutter as he felt the blush spread over his cheeks.

“Undress,” Severus commanded, watching Harry intently as the shorter man flushed completely.

Pleasantly surprised, Severus moaned softly as Harry obeyed his command without question. Soon he stood bare in front of the Potions master, body flushed and his passion clear in his growing erection.

“Very good pretty, now come with me,” Severus led Harry into his bedchambers and set him on the bed, back propped up by some pillows. He handed the young man a vial of lubricant and smirked. “If you want me, you better prepare yourself for me.”

Harry moaned as he took the vial in his shaking hands and uncorked it, spilling a little of the slick fluid onto his fingers. He spread his legs and ran a finger over his tight entrance, panting as he slid the slender digit into his arse slowly. He added another finger and began stretching himself. Severus undressed himself, never once removing his eyes from the show before him. Sitting on the bed, he ran a hand over Harry’s muscular thigh.

“That’s it pretty, very nice. Tell me, how does it feel to be spread out on my bed, finger fucking yourself while I watch? Hmm?” Severus whispered hotly.

“Mmm…. it feels…. sooo…. good…” Harry moaned as he impaled himself on his own hand.

Severus rubbed his hardened cock against Harry’s leg and whispered lustily into his ear, “Tell me what you’re thinking of. Are you thinking about my cock? Hmm?”

“Yyyesss….. please Severus, take me, fuck me, I need you,” Harry cried out.

The Potion master couldn’t resist the need in that voice. He gathered Harry into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me pretty, that’s it,” he cooed gently. He stood up carrying the young man with arms that were deceptively strong and pinned him up against the wall. Positioning his throbbing erection at Harry’s entrance, he thrust up harshly causing the younger man to moan loudly and bury his head in his shoulder.

“Do you like that Harry? Is this whou’vou’ve been wanting?” the older man demanded.

Harry’s answer came in a string of incoherent moans as Severus’ hand wrappedund und his cock and stroked it in time with his thrusting. The former Slytherin quickened his pace when he felt Harry’s muscles clenching around him as the younger man exploded in ecstasy covering their bodies with sticky cum. Harry melted into Severus arms as the other man continued to thrust in and out of him, finally tensing and filling Harry wiis ois own release.

Severus removed himself from Harry with a sigh and carried the smaller man to the bed. He retrieved a wet washcloth from the bathroom and lovingly wiped Harry clean. He cleaned himself off before turning out the lights and then climbing into bed behind Harry, cradling the other man in his arms.

“Happy Valentines Day Harry,” Severus murmured.