Interhouse Relations

Title: Interhouse Relations
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Summary: Harry is annoyed and restless after a day of teaching. He goes off to find the only person who can give him some much needed relief from the stress.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Genres: Romance, Humor, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Situations
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated… jeckell_and_hyde@yahoo.com
Archive: We’d be thrilled, but please ask us first.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We am publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.


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If Harry Potter hadn’t been convinced of it before graduation when he had at last slain Lord Voldemort, his triumphant return to Hogwarts several years later had proved to Harry beyond a shadow of a doubt that Albus Dumbledore was barking mad. Honestly, how could the man possibly think that mixed classes would promote interhouse relations? Harry was convinced that he now knew exactly why Tom Riddle had turned dark, and it more than likely had nothing to do with his Muggle father or any rot about his poor, pitiful childhood. It must have been from sitting in joint classes with students from other Houses that had made Tom into the twisted piece of humanity that had become Lord Voldemort.

Harry himself briefly considered a career change. But despite the annoying brats, he absolutely loved his position as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. After all, he had finally broken the curse on the position, and was now entering his third year of teaching. So he sighed and contented himself with the next best idea: finding the love of his life and shagging him silly.

At twenty-four years of age, the gangly awkward youth was gone, having been replaced by a toned, mature warrior. Years of Quidditch and physical training had sculpted his body into lean musculature. Harry had also undergone several growth spurts, and now stood at a respectable six feet tall. His sparkling emerald green eyes were no longer hidden behind round spectacles, having been corrected only last year by an eyesight charm which his lover had discovered for him. He had allowed his unruly hair to grow out a bit, so it fell more naturally, now only looking slightly tousled.

He reached the rooms he shared with his lover and spoke the password to allow him entry. It had been a shock to most when Harry had fallen hard for his former Potions professor. Harry and Severus had developed a solid friendship during Harry’s last two years at school, but it wasn’t until Harry had graduated that he was given a glimpse of the true man that hid himself behind the bitter mask, and Harry had loved what he saw.

He checked the clock on the mantle and saw the hand that indicated Severus’ whereabouts creeping towards “Class Ending” and Harry hurriedly stripped off his clothes so he would have time to take a shower and be waiting to pounce on his lover when he walked in the door.

Severus sighed wearily as he entered the rooms he shared with Harry Potter. It still amazed him that they were together. He had fallen in love with the boy as he watched him grow and mature into a powerful wizard and a good friend. That love had changed when the man Harry had become had returned to Hogwarts to teach. He found himself falling in love all over again, but in a completely different way.

He rubbed his tired eyes and dropped into a chair to wait for Harry to return home. He stretched out his lean body, his long legs out in front of him, his arms in the air. He groaned a little as kinks were removed.

Harry had set the wards to alert him when the Potions Master returned. He had finished in the shower, and was standing in front of the mirror combing back his still wet hair when he felt the wards change. He tightened the towel around his waist and walked softly towards the door that led from their bedroom to the sitting room. He stood surreptitiously watching from the doorway as Severus sat down in his favorite chair.

Harry loved admiring Severus’ body from afar. He knew that it made the Potions Master nervous when Harry praised his looks. But truly, Harry thought Severus was beautiful. His jet-black hair cascaded down across his shoulders, his eyelids were shut, and his facial features relaxed, the pale skin taking on an almost ethereal quality. Harry’s eyes traced down the Potions Master’s robes and he cursed the many layers of fabric that kept him from easily viewing the well-defined chest and slim hips.

Growling as he felt his insistent erection nudging against the coarse fabric of the towel, Harry strode purposely into the sitting room, a predatory gleam in his eye. He wasted no time. In two swift swishes and flicks of his wand, he had Severus stripped and his hands bound above his head with silken ties.

Severus gasped as his clothes were suddenly removed and his hands restricted above his head. He tried to glare at his younger lover, but his cock twitched, giving away his anticipation.

\"Harry! No \'hello, how was your day?\' Just straight to the sex! Do I look like your fuck toy?\" he said, trying to sound stern while suppressing a shiver at the hungry look in Harry\'s bright green eyes.

Harry stalked the rest of the way across the room to Severus as he started to speak. “Hello! We’re teaching brainless brats, who care more about Quidditch than classes, so I’m sure your day sucked just as much as mine did. It goes without saying that I love you more than life itself.” Harry leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches above Severus’. “And yes, right now, you look exactly like my ‘fuck toy’, and don’t even think of denying that you love giving over control to me.”

Harry’s hand reached down to stroke Severus’ straining erection. “Because this tells me that you love every minute of it. Don’t you, Sev?”

Severus bit his lower lip to stop the groan from escaping at Harry\'s touch. He forced his eyes to stay open and focused on Harry.

\"I do NOT love giving up control. My body is lying to you!\" he teased playfully. He leaned forward to try to kiss Harry. This time he did groan as Harry leaned out of reach. \"You are a hideous, nasty tease, Mr. Potter!\" Severus growled.

“Oh no, my dear Professor Snape, a tease is one thing I am not,” Harry countered, a feral grin spreading across his face. “Because I plan on fucking you hard and long till you scream and beg for more, but on my terms tonight.”

He leaned over, propping one hand on the arm of the chair, the other sliding through Severus’ hair. He dragged Severus’ head towards him, crushing their lips together in a dizzying, possessive kiss. His tongue thrust greedily inside Severus’ mouth, mapping out the cavern, and savoring the faint tastes of peppermint and honey left behind from Severus’ earlier meal.

Harry broke the kiss, panting harshly, and immediately tugged hard at Severus’ locks, achieving his goal of having Severus lean his head back and expose his neck. Harry began attacking the flesh in front of him with vigor, leaving a trail of love bites down the pale skin.

As Harry moved lower, his hands and mouth marking a familiar path over Severus’ collarbones, down the slender chest, seeking out the sensitive nipples, he could feel Severus’ breath becoming more ragged.

Harry’s tongue dipped into Severus’ navel briefly, swirling around inside, before moving on to Severus’ weeping shaft. Harry’s hand encircled the base as his tongue darted out to taste the precum from the head. He glanced up to meet Severus’ eyes, and slowly, tauntingly suckled the engorged cock into his mouth.

Severus watched Harry for a moment, his breath caught in his chest. As Harry took him deep into his throat, his eyes rolled back and he moaned and whimpered loudly. He started trying to buck up into Harry\'s mouth, but felt the hands on his thighs tighten and press down, keeping him firmly in place.

\"Harry…\" he whispered, his voice a couple of octaves higher than normal. \"Please…\" he begged, not really knowing, nor caring what he was asking for. His arms were beginning to ache, his fingers going numb as they were still pinned with magic over his head. \"Let my arms down, please, Harry?\" he asked softly. He wanted to run his fingers through Harry\'s cool, damp hair, which was still dripping cold water onto his legs.

Harry refused to stop in his task, but one hand slid down to the floor to retrieve his wand. He stretched his arm up, tapping his wand once against Severus’ restraints to release him. He felt the long fingers twining through his hair, and his hand returned to its perch on Severus’ thigh.

He hummed around the shaft, one fingertip sliding back to tease at the Potions Master’s opening. Almost instantly, he felt Severus’ muscles contracting, and then with a moan, Severus released, his body shuddering as Harry greedily swallowed his lover’s seed.

Severus\' hands slid from Harry\'s head and fell limply to his sides as he slumped back in the chair. His face was flushed pink, his chest heaved with every breath, and his eyes fluttered and closed.

\"That was… all right,\" he said teasingly, a mild smirk gracing his lips. \"Not one of your better efforts, though.\"

“Fucking…little…TEASE!” Harry growled low under his breath as he pulled Severus’ body from the chair down onto the floor with him. He pushed Severus down onto the rug in front of the fireplace, and situated himself between Severus’ thighs. Harry knew Severus well enough to know exactly why the minx was teasing him, and Harry had every intention of fucking Severus so hard that he wouldn’t even be able to stand the next morning. “Not one of my better efforts, eh? We’ll just see about that!”

Harry reached for his wand for a moment and whispered a lubrication spell on himself and preparation spell on Severus. Without further ceremony, he lifted Severus’ long, slender legs to his shoulders and slowly slipped into the tight, welcoming heat of Severus’ channel. There were times for gentle, loving preparation, but this wasn’t one of them. This was about raw, animalistic need, and hard, passionate sex.

After giving Severus only a moment to adjust, as he lowered Severus’ legs to wrap around his waist, Harry’s hands moved to position themselves under Severus’ hips, slightly lifting his lover’s arse from the floor. He slid his cock almost completely out of the Potions Master, before slamming back inside his lover.

He set up a bruising pace, ramming hard and fast inside of Severus, punctuating his thrusts with his words. “So how’s…this…for effort… Meeting…your expectations…yet?” He lowered his body over Severus’, changing the angle of his penetration.

Severus grunted with every thrust, unable to think or speak. He screamed and hollered senselessly, incoherently begging for more. He couldn\'t find his voice to answer Harry, so instead, he wrapped his arms around Harry\'s neck and pulled him close.

He was becoming dizzy with asphyxiation and still he begged for more. He held on tight, his emotions running as rampant as his lungs, and was nearly in tears as Harry rode him hard and fast, both of them needing the release of passion and tension from the day.

Harry’s sweaty forehead rested against Severus’ shoulder as his thrusts grew more and more erratic. He leaned all of his weight onto his one forearm and slid his hand between their sweat-soaked bodies to stroke Severus’ neglected erection. With barely a touch, he could feel Severus’ muscles clamping down on him, and he shuddered, the force of his orgasm ripping through his entire body as he released deep inside of Severus with one final thrust.

Severus felt Harry tense around him, the hand on his cock tightening almost painfully. He gasped and cried out as orgasm over took him once again. He shuddered violently a couple of times, then fell completely limp, blacking out from the intensity of his climax.

Harry had the foresight to pull out, and roll to his side before collapsing onto his back next to Severus. He fought to regulate his breathing while grabbing for his wand. He barely managed stammering out the needed cleansing spells, and summoning the duvet from their bed, covering them both.

As he saw Severus finally coming around, he couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face. “So…incoherent and babbling eh? Knocked out cold from my ‘efforts’ eh?”

Severus stretched and yawned, then turned onto his stomach using his arms for a pillow, his face towards Harry.

\"You\'ve been better,\" he said with a mild snicker.

Harry growled low in his chest, and rolled on top of Severus’ back nuzzling his face against Severus’ neck. “And you are a merciless tease who is just demanding to be punished for his insolence.”

Severus laughed for a moment, then arched his arse up into Harry\'s softened penis. He groaned softly, then rolled over under Harry to face him. His cheeks were still flushed and his eyes were droopy. He reached a long fingered hand up to Harry\'s warm cheek and touched it softly. He loved how Harry\'s green eyes sparkled after sex, like green stars shining from the heavens only for him.

\"I love you,\" he whispered, pressing his lips to Harry\'s in a gentle kiss.

Harry leaned into Severus’ touch, loving the feel of Severus’ hand against his cheek, and his soft lips against his own. He never tired of the tender affection that Severus showed him during these quiet moments between them. He knew instinctively that the only place he would ever feel at home was in the warmth of the Potions Master’s arms.

“And I love you, Sev.” Harry smiled, and then slowly moved from his lover’s embrace, standing and reaching out a hand to the older man. He chuckled at Severus’ sleepy attempt at a glare. “What? You’re the one who will be cursing me in the morning if I let you sleep on that cold, hard floor all night. Let’s go to bed.”

Severus huffed with mock irritation and ignored the proffered hand. He got to his feet, flung his sweat soaked hair over his shoulder, and strode determinedly towards the bedroom.

\"You\'re not man enough to punish me, anyhow,\" he muttered arrogantly.

“Drama queen,” Harry muttered with a chuckle, knowing a challenge when he heard it. He quickly scooped up the duvet and loped after Severus into their bedroom, a playful grin on his face. He said a quick prayer of thanks to the gods that today was Friday, because he had the feeling that he wasn’t going to be getting to sleep anytime soon, a fact for which he was eternally grateful.

Severus yawned again and gave a languid stretch, knowing Harry was watching him. He crawled across their large bed, his arse high in the air facing Harry, still leaking a little of Harry\'s seed down his thighs, and settled on the far side, again on his stomach, his arms tucked under the pillow. He moaned contentedly, rubbing his lithe body along the soft sheets for a moment.

\"Goodnight, Harry,\" he said softly, his grin well hidden from his voice and Harry\'s eyes.

“Mmm, sorry Sev.” Harry sighed, tossing the duvet at the foot of the bed and crawling up behind his lover. “But I seem to have not quite put the force behind my cleansing spell that I should have. You might want to take care of that before you go to sleep.”

Harry smirked, planted a kiss on the top of Severus’ head, and pointedly ignoring Severus, turned onto his side, pulling the duvet up over his body.

Severus suppressed a growl as Harry settled down for the night. He twisted a little on the bed and reached behind himself, running his fingers through the bit of cum that had slipped out of his abused opening. He then brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked noisily on them.

\"It does seem to be the only way to get things done right,\" he mumbled before replacing the fingers and dipping them inside. He moaned loudly as he began rocking into his own hand, causing the bed to shake.

Harry rolled leisurely to his other side so he was facing Severus, and propped his head up on his hand, staring at Severus with a possessive gleam in his eye. “I beg to differ. I was merely waiting for you to prepare yourself for me.”

Harry flicked his wand, and silken ties slid around Severus’ wrists, pulling his hands back forward to the bed, the restraints loose enough so he could support, but not touch himself.

Harry casually flipped off the duvet and moved behind Severus, impaling his lover in one sharp thrust of his hips, burying himself inside Severus’ body once again. He leaned down over the Potions Master’s back, nipping at the flesh of Severus’ shoulder as he roughly pinched and twisted one of his lover’s nipples. “You’ve been an incredibly bad boy tonight, Severus. Whatever am I going to do with you?”

Severus whimpered as Harry reentered him and pushed back, taking every inch he could.

\"Well,\" Severus started, but gasped as Harry painfully twisted his nipples. \"You could… learn… how to… FUCK!\" He taunted before gasping again as Harry thrust especially hard. He pulled at the restraints, testing their strength, then taunted Harry more. He wanted Harry riled and rough.

\"You… fuck… like a … girl - OH!\"

Harry growled low in his throat, unable to resist the challenge that Severus had set forth for him. His hips pistoned in and out of the Potions Master at a bruising pace, one hand set against Severus’ hip, the other hooked over his shoulder to hold the older man’s body steady. He could feel his climax steadily approaching, his breath quickening. He angled his strokes, hitting Severus’ prostate again and again.

Suddenly he felt Severus tightening around him, and his hand strayed from Severus’ hip, barely brushing over the head of Severus’ cock before he heard Severus cry out, and felt his hand covered in warm fluid. Harry managed one more deep thrust before he collapsed onto Severus’ back, crying out the Potions Master’s name as he shuddered through his orgasm.

Severus slumped into the bed, exhausted and sated. As Harry was about to pull out and roll off him, he found his voice, heavy and breathless.

\"Don\'t,\" he whispered. He felt tears in his eyes again and didn\'t want Harry to see. He didn\'t want Harry to think he had hurt him in any way. He felt more loved than he ever thought possible when Harry was with him, a part of him, and wasn\'t able to cope with the rush of emotions.

He tried to move his arms, wanting to hold the arm that was still wrapped around his waist, but found the bonds were still in place. He gave a shaky sigh, but didn\'t trust his voice not to betray his tears if he asked Harry to release him, so just settled into the bed, Harry\'s comforting weight pressing him down.

Harry reached for his wand and released Severus from his bonds. He dropped his wand to the floor and wrapped himself tighter around Severus, burying his head into his lover’s shoulder, shifting them only slightly so he could slide his other arm around Severus as well.

He knew Severus often got emotionally overwhelmed during one of their highly charged lovemaking sessions, but he knew from years of loving the man that Severus would rather not have those feelings acknowledged. “I love you, desperately, and forever, Severus.”

Severus smiled through his tears and held tightly to the arms around him.

\"I love you so much, Harry,\" he whispered softly, his voice full of unspoken emotions. He breathed deeply, filling his lungs and heart with Harry\'s scent, before allowing himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, content with the fact that Harry would be there when he woke.

Harry laid quietly against Severus’ back for only a few moments before coming to a decision. He turned over in the bed and reached out to his nightstand to retrieve something from the drawer. He tucked the item behind his back and then kissed Severus’ shoulder tenderly to rouse him before he could fall deeply asleep. “Severus, I’ve been thinking. I really think we need to do something about these ridiculous house rivalries in our classes. I was going to wait until Christmas to give this to you, but perhaps it will help them if they can follow our example.”

Severus moaned as Harry moved away from him, already missing the contact. He shivered at the light kiss on his shoulder, and then heard Harry\'s voice penetrating the fog of drowsiness that weighed him down. As the words came into focus, his eyes popped open. Surely, Harry didn\'t mean what he THOUGHT he meant! He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at Harry questioningly.

Harry reached behind his back and shyly handed the jeweler’s box to Severus. “There’s no where else I’d rather be in life than by your side. I’ve never been happier in my life then I’ve been with you. You make everything feel possible to me. I can’t imagine spending my future with anyone but you.” He reached over to Severus’ trembling hand and opened the lid to the box, revealing the identical wedding bands inside. “Will you do me the distinct honor of marrying me?”

Severus sat up slowly, his eyes again filling with tears, his lower lip quivering. He trembled violently as he stared into Harry\'s bright eyes.

\"Harry…\" he said, his voice rough and raw with emotion. \"Are you sure… that this is what you want? I\'m not the best… You…\" Severus paused and took a deep breath and seeing the absolute certainty on Harry\'s face, he nodded slowly.

\"I love you, Harry! I would honored to call you husband!\" He stopped trying to hold back the tears and pulled Harry into a tight embrace, his body shaking with his joyful sobs.

Harry’s body shuddered with relief, as he eagerly grasped Severus to him. “You are the only one I have ever wanted, and you’re perfect. I plan on spending the rest of my life convincing you of that.”

\"It will take you at least that long, but I thank you. You\'re all I\'ve ever needed, Harry. You make me feel like a better man just by standing at my side.\"

Severus pulled back slightly and kissed Harry softly, a gentle caress of lips on lips. He held Harry\'s warm cheek in his cool hand and pressed their foreheads together after the kiss. He sighed happily before opening his eyes and looking down into the little velvet box Harry held. A smile slowly spread over his sharp features and he looked up into Harry\'s loving face.

\"They\'re beautiful, Harry. Who picked them out?\" he asked with a smirk and a glint in his eyes.

Harry shrugged and smiled sheepishly. \"See, that\'s another one of those examples of interhouse relations. Draco actually helped...a lot.\"

Severus yawned and laid back down, pulling Harry with him. His hand wrapped around the hand that Harry held the wedding bands in and rolled over, holding their hands together at his chest, forcing Harry to cuddle up tightly against his back.

\"At least one of you has some taste,\" he said sleepily. \"But really, Harry! No engagement ring? Good thing *yawn* I\'m not picky about my fiancé!\"

“Blame your Godson. The prat insisted that I’d be lucky enough to get you to wear one band.” Harry snorted in amusement. “I’ll have to remember to hex him next time I see him.”

He planted a whisper soft kiss against Severus’ shoulder. “Besides, if you remember correctly I said that this was supposed to be your Christmas gift. After you had opened it, and had hopefully said ‘yes’, I was going to ask you to elope with me. I hadn’t intended on waiting more than a few hours to have that ring on your finger. As much as I love our friends, I wanted this to be just for us. I know neither of us are into public spectacles, and I figured that we could always have a big party later to celebrate with everyone. So if you don’t have any plans for tomorrow…”

\"Actually, I do have plans tomorrow. I\'m going to Diagon Alley for a new cauldron, some supplies, a new journal since someone,\" Severus threw a glare over his shoulder at Harry, \"dropped my last one into a vat of concealment gel and now I can\'t find the bloody thing! Oh, and I need some new robes, and then after all that, I\'m afraid I\'ll be far too busy washing my hair.\"

Harry tried not to chuckle at Severus’ teasing, but failed miserably. “So six o’clock okay, then?”

\"A.M.?? Are you nuts? It\'s nearly midnight right now! There is no bloody way I\'m getting out of this bed before ten!\" Severus turned slightly to glare at Harry again, but his glittering eyes gave away his joy.

Harry rolled his eyes and snorted. \"Fine. Then noon? Will that give you enough beauty rest?\"

Severus sighed dramatically. \"Yes, I suppose noon would be fine. That will still give me time to get the cauldron and journal. I will just have to wash my hair another day...\"

The two collapsed together in a fit of giggles that would have surely terrified any of their students, who had never witnessed either of the two as anything less than the epitome of stoic control. But alone, in their own private world, two men felt free to laugh, to cry, to love one another, and to sleep contentedly in each other’s arms, still clutching the rings that they would wear for the rest of their lives.


The End