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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,519
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Candied
Title: Candied
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no copyright! That´s that…
Author´s Notes/Warnings: My mother-tongue is not english, so please don´t flame me, when you come across some strange-looking phrases in my fic.
Also, this fanfic is unbeta-ed, so please be kind.;-)
Candied
By Anukk
It had been a long day and after what had seemed like endless hours of yet another detention at Snape´s dungeons, Harry was finally allowed to
leave the now all shiny and polished cauldrons to go upstairs to Gryffindor tower.
The fact that it was almost midnight explained a deserted common room and a dormitory filled with snoring students. Harry was a bit disappointed
that Ron already was sleeping like the dead. He´d have loved to verbally shred Snape in a nightly chat with Ron.
Ron was unbeatable when it came to hating Snape, his amusing insults and various descriptions for their sneering Potions Master would´ve been a welcoming distraction for Harry after 3 hours of mopping the classroom-floor, cleaning all the potions utensils and enduring Snape´s mocking glance Harry could feel on his back.
Harry reached his four-poster bed, quickly changed into his pyjamas and slipped under the sheets. When his face was on the level of his nightstand, he spotted a bar of dark chocolate, neatly wrapped in some silvery paper and currently occupying Harry´s senses of smell and taste very intensely.
Indeed, his last meal had been breakfast and his day had been so filled with the schedule, catching up with homework and – not to forget – detention, that he hadn´t got the chance to eat something for lunch or visiting the great hall for dinner.
Despite he didn´t know who (or what?!) had placed the deliciously smelling chocolate on his nightstand, he couldn´t resist any longer, unwrapped the bar, took a row and popped it into his mouth.
The first piece he enjoyed slowly, letting the rich and dark taste of the sweet invade his mouth wholly and smiling satisfied, when a warm sensation began to spread through his mouth, then throat, and finally, stomach.
The second row he bit with more appetite, chewed happily and bathed in the rich aftertaste for some minutes, before his eyes closed slowly and he drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
Harry woke to a strange sound, a soft rustling close to his ear. He was guessing that it was the soft night´s air that had touched the silver chocolate-wrapper, when he suddenly felt two warm arms wrap around him, encircling him in a secure embrace and cuddling his upper body close. Harry found his face pressed against a black-robed man´s chest, a spicy scent of cinnamon floated around the guy´s presence and let Harry instinctively inhale deeply as to lock this delicious scent and never let it go again.
A finger traced Harry´s slightly open mouth and left a light chocolate taste, that let Harry´s tongue move out and lazily follow the trail of the taste´s origin.
Almost of it´s own accord his tongue encircled the patiently waiting finger and started to lick a path from basic to tip. Desperate for the addictive taste, he became more daring and took the whole length of the finger into his mouth with one quick sucking motion.
A dizzying warmth sped through Harry again and this time it wasn´t caused by an enchanted piece of chocolate, but by the tight embrace he lay in and the smooth finger that gently circled in his mouth.
The embrace became more passionate, when Harry´s mouth was gently separated from the finger and warm lips claimed his own, offering him the rich and dark taste he so desired.
When the kiss deepened and Harry sighed against the smooth lips and skin, a strand of long black, silky hair brushed his cheek, but after just a second it was gone again.
The hot tongue that so tenderly explored his mouth, tasted like the best drop of hot chocolate Harry had ever had. It invaded his mouth, healed his dry throat with soothing warmth and unfolded it´s pure hotness finally in Harry´s stomach.
It was like committing a great sin and revelling in it…
When Harry woke the next morning, it was Ron who pointed at him and laughed his head off at the sight of a Harry Potter, smeared with dark chocolate all over his face and pyjamas…
What only remained, was the silver wrapper, crumpled to a tight ball and showing the imprints of 5 large fingers…
- End
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no copyright! That´s that…
Author´s Notes/Warnings: My mother-tongue is not english, so please don´t flame me, when you come across some strange-looking phrases in my fic.
Also, this fanfic is unbeta-ed, so please be kind.;-)
Candied
By Anukk
It had been a long day and after what had seemed like endless hours of yet another detention at Snape´s dungeons, Harry was finally allowed to
leave the now all shiny and polished cauldrons to go upstairs to Gryffindor tower.
The fact that it was almost midnight explained a deserted common room and a dormitory filled with snoring students. Harry was a bit disappointed
that Ron already was sleeping like the dead. He´d have loved to verbally shred Snape in a nightly chat with Ron.
Ron was unbeatable when it came to hating Snape, his amusing insults and various descriptions for their sneering Potions Master would´ve been a welcoming distraction for Harry after 3 hours of mopping the classroom-floor, cleaning all the potions utensils and enduring Snape´s mocking glance Harry could feel on his back.
Harry reached his four-poster bed, quickly changed into his pyjamas and slipped under the sheets. When his face was on the level of his nightstand, he spotted a bar of dark chocolate, neatly wrapped in some silvery paper and currently occupying Harry´s senses of smell and taste very intensely.
Indeed, his last meal had been breakfast and his day had been so filled with the schedule, catching up with homework and – not to forget – detention, that he hadn´t got the chance to eat something for lunch or visiting the great hall for dinner.
Despite he didn´t know who (or what?!) had placed the deliciously smelling chocolate on his nightstand, he couldn´t resist any longer, unwrapped the bar, took a row and popped it into his mouth.
The first piece he enjoyed slowly, letting the rich and dark taste of the sweet invade his mouth wholly and smiling satisfied, when a warm sensation began to spread through his mouth, then throat, and finally, stomach.
The second row he bit with more appetite, chewed happily and bathed in the rich aftertaste for some minutes, before his eyes closed slowly and he drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
Harry woke to a strange sound, a soft rustling close to his ear. He was guessing that it was the soft night´s air that had touched the silver chocolate-wrapper, when he suddenly felt two warm arms wrap around him, encircling him in a secure embrace and cuddling his upper body close. Harry found his face pressed against a black-robed man´s chest, a spicy scent of cinnamon floated around the guy´s presence and let Harry instinctively inhale deeply as to lock this delicious scent and never let it go again.
A finger traced Harry´s slightly open mouth and left a light chocolate taste, that let Harry´s tongue move out and lazily follow the trail of the taste´s origin.
Almost of it´s own accord his tongue encircled the patiently waiting finger and started to lick a path from basic to tip. Desperate for the addictive taste, he became more daring and took the whole length of the finger into his mouth with one quick sucking motion.
A dizzying warmth sped through Harry again and this time it wasn´t caused by an enchanted piece of chocolate, but by the tight embrace he lay in and the smooth finger that gently circled in his mouth.
The embrace became more passionate, when Harry´s mouth was gently separated from the finger and warm lips claimed his own, offering him the rich and dark taste he so desired.
When the kiss deepened and Harry sighed against the smooth lips and skin, a strand of long black, silky hair brushed his cheek, but after just a second it was gone again.
The hot tongue that so tenderly explored his mouth, tasted like the best drop of hot chocolate Harry had ever had. It invaded his mouth, healed his dry throat with soothing warmth and unfolded it´s pure hotness finally in Harry´s stomach.
It was like committing a great sin and revelling in it…
When Harry woke the next morning, it was Ron who pointed at him and laughed his head off at the sight of a Harry Potter, smeared with dark chocolate all over his face and pyjamas…
What only remained, was the silver wrapper, crumpled to a tight ball and showing the imprints of 5 large fingers…
- End