A Christmas Gift

Hello All. I know, I know. I haven't finished or updated my other stories. I decided to try something shorter. Like a one-shot. Evidently I am incapable of that, but I'm going to try to make this just two or three chapters. As note, I didn't reread this or beta it, so I apologize for any grammatical errors. Just leave me a note and let me know to fix it later.

I hope you enjoy! It'll probably be a week before I add the second chapter.

Oh and this story takes place about 10 years after the final battle. Ignore the epilogue and Snape is most definitely alive.

And in case you missed the disclaimer, I don't own Harry Potter, the plot or the characters. I make absolutely no money off of my twisted manipulations of J. K. Rowling's storyline.

Here goes.

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A Christmas Gift.



To say Harry was pissed off would be a huge understatement.

“So let me get this straight. You want me, Harry Potter, scourge of his existence, to not only invade his private space long enough to decorate for Christmas but also to stay with him in his quarters for the entirety of Christmas hols?”

Minerva McGonagall had the nerve to smile at his words. “When you say it like that, Harry, it makes it sound painful. I assure you, this will be for the best for both of you.”

“I’m sorry, but no. I already have plans.” Harry stood, turning to leave the Headmistress’s office.

“Sit back down, young man. Just because you are officially an adult and have been teaching on staff here for nearly five years, you will not walk away from an unfinished conversation with your Headmistress. You will stay here. I have already told the Weasleys that you will be staying here, and they think it is for the best as well. Ginny will be there with her new husband and baby. You should not subject yourself to that at Christmas.”

Harry sat heavily back in the chair. “I wasn’t planning to go just to torture myself.”

McGonagall raised one grey eyebrow. “You were not? Besides, I was under the impression you were in love with some one new.”

Harry purposefully wiped his face of all traces of emotion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Headmistress.”

The Scot smirked. “Of course not, Harry. That would be why I found you asleep on the couch in the lounge, hand down your pants, calling out for Severus.”

Harry flushed bright red. “I’m sure you misunderstood the situation.”

“I misunderstood the situation? Then, please, Harry, explain to me what exactly I saw you doing?”

The Boy-Who-Lived-to-Be-the-Man-Who-Lived lowered his eyes to his lap. “Fine, you saw what you think you saw, but staying here, in his presence would be far more torture than going to the Weasleys and seeing Ginny happily married with children. He would more quickly curse me than kiss me if I did what you wanted.”

The older witch smiled. “Are you a Gryffindor, Harry, or a mouse?”

*****

Five hours later, Harry was sitting on the couch in Snape’s quarters, taking everything in. McGonagall had just sent the Potions Master on a run to Diagon Alley with a list five pages long of things she claimed to desperately need. Now Harry bit his lip, wondering just what to do that wouldn’t get him killed. Hoping to hide somewhere long enough for the Slytherin to get over his anger at finding his quarters invaded, the Defense professor set a spell that would alert him when Snape returned to the castle.

Taking a deep breath and cursing his former Head of House under it, he pulled out his wand and began transforming the room into a winter wonderland. Enjoying the dark brown wood on the cabinets, tables, and bookshelves, Harry sought only to enhance the room with a Christmas spirit. Choosing a corner that bore only a bookshelf, Harry charmed a tree into existence, enhancing it with red garland and numerous glass ornaments like he’d seen on his Aunt’s tree when he was little.

Then he began adding bits of garland to the mantle and hanging over the doorways. Eyeing the room carefully, he decided that for a man as simple in taste as Severus Snape, these decorations were already bordering on too much. Settling down on the dark chocolate colored leather sofa, Harry tried to relax enough to wait out the hours until the Great Bat would return from his shopping trip in Diagon Alley.

Unable to sit still, Harry decided to go looking for the bathroom. Walking through the door to the kitchen then back into the living quarters, Harry took a deep breath as he approached the only other door off the sitting area. Saying a silent prayer to whatever deity watched over lovesick idiots, the young man turned the knob and opened the door.

Gasping in delight and surprise, Harry took in the lush bed chamber. The bed loomed in the center of the room, leaving just enough room for a fireplace at the foot of the bed, a wardrobe on the left hand side of the bed and a door to what he assumed was a bathroom on the right. Unable to resist, the Defense teacher stepped up to the bed and lightly ran his hand over the thick black comforter that covered the perfectly made bed. He moaned softly at the pure decadence of it, and the part of him that was the little boy from the cupboard reminded him that he really shouldn’t be touching something so nice.

Snatching his hand back, his green eyes caught a strange sight from the corner of his vision. Lifting his eyes to the canopy that help up the heavy black curtains surrounding the bed, it took everything Harry had not to laugh out loud.

“Oh Snape, I never knew you were such a perv.” Instead of the canopy top or ceiling, Harry was surprised to find a mirror reflecting the top of the bed. Shaking his head, the dark haired man turned to head to the bathroom, figuring he should probably leave before his crush returned.

In his haste get away from what would now become a major part of his wet dreams, the scarred young man tripped over the end table, tilting to just enough for the drawer to fall out on his shin. Muttering curses, Harry scrambled to replace the drawer only to be distracted by a thick, black leather journal. Gryffindor to the core, he couldn’t resist. Replacing the drawer and settling down beside the bed, Harry opened the journal and flipped to the most recent entry.

[ Snape’s Diary]

Friday, December 10, 2010

Watching him devour the dregs of his vanilla ice cream at dinner tonight inspired that the most delicious fantasy.

He is on his knees at my feet as he has been trained. I have been feeding him from my own plate by hand through the meal and am delighted to say that my cock is hard as steel from the way he licks at my fingers. Dessert is not something I indulge in, but I know he enjoys it. Pushing back from the table, I unbutton my pants and pull my naked boy into my lap. He eagerly straddles my waist and awaits my command.

Reaching around to grasp his firm bottom, I squeeze the luscious flesh a moment before I let my fingers drift to his cleft. With a swift tug, I pull the plug I made just for him from his ass and then I slam his hips down on mine, filling him instantly. He arches beautifully, screaming in ecstasy at the stretch of my cock filling his tight channel. I can feel the lube and cum coating his inner walls from when I had fucked him upon returning to our quarters at lunch.

I decide in that moment that I will finish this quickly. I have other plans for him later and do not want to exhaust my boy. Grasping his hips tightly, I lift him up before slamming his hips harshly back into mine. I fuck him at a brutal pace, and all he can do is hold on and ride out the pleasure I give him. Before long, I’m cumming and filling my boy up. Relaxing for a moment, I clutch him to me, enjoying the feel of his muscled form and hard cock, tightly bound, pressing into my body.

Placing a kiss on his scarred forehead, I lean forward enough to grad a small dish from the table. I whisper to him to clench tightly when I pull him off, which he obeys perfectly. Resting his bare ass on my slightly spread knees, I lower the dish until it hovers just below his tight pucker.

“Release” I whisper, and, with a gasp form him, I know he has obeyed. I wait patiently for about a minute before I replace his plug and lower him back to the floor. I then hold the dish filled with my cum that had dripped from that sweet ass to his mouth. With a look up at me under his eyelashes, I can see his delight in their emerald depths. My boy loves eating my cum, and his dessert tonight is cum from his own ass. I can feel myself harden again as he begins to lick up my cum from the dish.

[end Snape’s diary entry]

Harry couldn’t believe what he’d just read. Snape really was one dirty, dirty man. Not that he could say anything. He was harder than he’d ever been just from reading the words on those pages. Taking a deep breath, he turned the page to gasp in surprise. It hadn’t registered as he read, but now it was inescapable. On the very next page was a detailed drawing of himself.

His likeness had his tongue extended, licking up what he assumed from cum with a tiny dish held in an outstretched hand. He was naked with the exception of tiny gold hoops piercing his nipples, a golden barbell through the glans on his cock, and a golden cock ring holding his slightly smaller than it actually was cock at full mast. The only color in the picture was the gold of his piercing and ring and the green of his eyes.

Unable to stop now, Harry flipped further back, not bothering to read, but looking for more images. After nearly every journal entry was a picture of him in various positions. On his back, holding his legs to his chest, exposing his asshole. On his knees, arched by a chain connected to his nipple piercings being tugged by an unseen hand. Bent over Snape’s desk with a dildo spearing his ass. Just kneeling there, cock bound, eyes and piercings shinning. Picture after debauched picture of himself. Obviously from fantasy because he had far more scars in real life than in these images, and he definitely didn’t have any piercings. Every drawing was the same in only the object and the colors. He was in everyone and the piercings and his eyes were the only things in color.

Turning back to the image of him just kneeling there, Harry read the entry that preceded it.

[Snape’s Diary]

Saturday, February 14, 2009

I hate this despicable holiday more and more every year. Today has been especially terrible. That damned Weasley girl has injured my boy so much I fear he is beyond repair. Standing in the Great Hall, with my boy kneeling in front of her before the entire student body and faculty, ring in hand, she drops a glamor no one knew she wore. Heavily pregnant and in tears, the little bitch confessed that she had been fucking Theodore Nott for over a year and that she was pregnant with his baby.

Seeing the distress on my boy’s face, I tuned out the entire happening. His tears should only fall at my tender hands as they push him past his limits, not because some stupid little bitch was unable to control her baser tendencies. I imagined walking forward, calling him to heel. I would bury my hand in his dark lochs and smirk at her. With a tug, I’d pull him from his knees, take his lips in a possessive kiss, showing all especially that sniveling weasel girl, that this man belonged to me.

Then I’d drag him back to my chambers by his hair, toss him into the room as I lock and seal the door behind us. He’d be naked and waiting by the time I turned to face him. Kneeling on the floor, the light would glint off those piercings I’d placed there with my own hands, and those bright green eyes would be trained on the floor. His cock is always hard for me thanks to the ring I make him wear. He would be anyway from the plug I keep firmly lodge in his ass.

Sitting on the couch, I would call him over my knee. Once positioned, cock firmly held between my knees, I would…

[end Snape’s entry…]

Harry startled as the alarm signaling Snape had returned to the castle sounded. Jumping to his feet, he quickly slipped the journal back into the drawer. As he set the journal down, he took a deep breath, just not noticing the other contents he’d replaced: a black collar with his own name engraved on it, an emerald green anal plug, and a bright gold ring that had been in every picture in the journal.

Gulping, Harry reverently lifted the collar. He’d dreamed of this. In fact, in the dream McGonagall had caught him in the middle of, Severus had been paddling him for trying to remove the cock ring he’d placed on him. Making a snap, Gryffindor decision, Harry stripped off all his clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on a chair by the armoire. Grabbing the three items from the drawer, Harry headed to the living room. Running quickly back, Harry grabbed Snape’s diary as well.

Kneeling next to the Christmas tree, Harry carefully placed the ring, the plug, the collar, and the journal in a neat row in front of him. Charming a bow to his neck and around his cock, Harry took a deep breath and set his wand down in line with the other four objects. Remembering the image in the journal, Harry placed both his arms behind his back and spread his legs slightly, displaying himself completely from the front view. Relaxing into the pose, Harry waited.

*****

Snape stormed through the castle after tossing the bags full of all the crap Minerva had wanted on her desk. Annoyed at the errand, Severus was at least thankful that he had new material for his journal.

While out today, he took a side trip to Knockturn Alley, picking up the piercings he had ordered. He had been observing his boy for nearly two years now, and was growing angry at his own unwillingness to just take what he wanted. About three months ago he had begun collecting items to gift to his boy when he claimed him. The date was set in his mind. February 14. He would wipe that little bitch from his boy’s mind forever.

Stepping into his quarters, he knew immediately that someone had violated his privacy. Walking through his office into his living area, he growled at the Christmas decorations. Minerva was going to regret this.

Turning to fully face the tree, it took everything in him to not let his surprise show. There, nearly under the tree, was every fantasy he had come true. His boy was naked and kneeling, all his toys laid out before him as well as his diary.

Wait.

His diary.

Sneering at the boy, he grabbed him by the hair and called the book to him. Forcing those emerald eyes to meet his, he began his interrogation.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Harry whimpered at the harsh treatment and even harsher tone. He was really beginning to wish he hadn’t done this.

“I… I wanted to surprise you…”

“Surprise me? Surprise me!” Severus’ voice grew louder with his incredulity. “And you do this by sneaking into my quarters, covering the room in Christmas nonsense, stealing my diary, and mocking me by presenting yourself nude and wrapped up like a present? You are more idiot that I previously thought, Potter.”

Harry trembled, fighting back the tears from the pain of the fist in his hair and the blow to his self-esteem. Pride was beginning to kick in though.

“I thought this was what you wanted!”

“What I wanted? How would you know what I want?” Gasping in full awareness for the first time, Snape’s voice dropped low to nearly a whisper. “How much did you read?”

“I didn’t…” Harry was unable to say more. Snape tightened his fist in the raven lochs and shook the young man fiercely.

“Do not lie to me. How much did you read?”

Tears began to flow down his face, yet anger colored his words. “I only read one entry and half another, you asshole. Just enough to know we wanted the same thing.”

“One and a half… To know we want…” Severus growled low and sat on the couch. Dropping the diary to the coffee table, he yanked Harry over his lap by his hair, until his ass was completely exposed. Keeping his grip on the dark head, the Potions Master let his other hand fall heavy and open handed on the pert ass bend over his knees.

Harry screamed in indignation and tried to wiggle away.

Another slap fell, turning Harry’s bottom red with another hand print. “Are you self-centered enough to believe it was you I wrote about in these pages?” Three more slaps fell hard enough to bruise before Harry could get out an answer.

“The collar…” Snape’s fist in his hair tightened even more.

He leaned over to whisper in the young man’s ear. “More invasion of my privacy. I should have you fired.”

“No, please… anything…”

“Anything. If you’ve read my journal, you know that I am a sadistic man. Telling me anything is asking for me to torture you.”

Harry shuddered. “In the… the entries I read… you were… weren’t brutal.”

Snape re-situated Harry so the young man’s bruised ass was firmly pressed against the erection the Potions Master had been trying to ignore through Harry’s spanking. He grabbed the journal and dropped it in the Defense professor’s lap, making sure it hit the cock there that, despite the harsh treatment, was half hard. “Show me the entries you read.”

Trembling, Harry opened the journal to the entry he’d been reading when the Potions Master had returned. Harry’s small stature allowed Snape to rest his chin on the young man’s shoulder. He took in the Valentine’s entry, the entry that had inspired him to choose his date for claiming the delicacy in his lap.

“Is this the one you read in entirety?”

“No…”

“No, Sir.” Snape corrected.

Taking a deep breath, Harry continued. “No, Sir. I only read until the part where you took me over your knee.”

“And how did you like that becoming a reality, boy?”

Harry couldn’t help it. That low deep voice calling him ‘boy’ like he did in the diary… Harry moaned in delight, his eyes slipping closed.

Severus smirked, beginning to feel more at ease in this situation, taking control of this situation. Now that his little Gryffindor was here, naked, in his lap, ass red and sore from his hand, ready to be claimed, Severus was never letting his go.

“What other entry did you read?”

Harry flipped forward to the most recent entry, the one where Severus made him eat the cum that had dripped from his own ass.

“What did you think of that, Harry?”

“I… I…”

Taking pity on his boy, Snape began asking simpler questions. “Were you aroused by it?”

Blushing bright red, Harry relied. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like the idea of being plugged all the time? Held open and ready for my cock whenever I want to slam it into that tight hole of yours?” Severus lifted his hips to reinforce his point, grinding his hard cock against the cleft of his boy’s ass.

Harry moaned, back arching until his head rested on Severus’s shoulder, causing the Potions Master to release his grip on the dark hair due to the awkward angle of his shoulder. With his newly freed hand, he grabbed his boy’s cock, not massaging or playing, touching or teasing, just holding him in a firm grip.

“Answer my question, boy, or I’ll squeeze too tight for pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir. I want that.”

Severus’s chuckle was low and sent shivers down Harry’s spine. “You want me to squeeze my hand tighter?” He tightened his fist around the sensitive flesh in his hand causing Harry to buck his hips. “Or you want me to plug you?” Severus let his other hand slip between Harry’s legs, under his balls, to gently press against the tight pucker he wanted for his own.

Harry gasped at the light pressure on his anus and spread his legs wider. “Both… Either… Whatever you want…”

“Whatever I want, what?” Severus clenched the fist around Harry’s cock a little tighter.

It took Harry’s brain a moment to wrap around that, but finally he responded. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

Severus loosened his grip on Harry’s cock and reached for his wand. Moving the tip to Harry’s hole, he moved his finger long enough to push the tip of his wand inside the young man. With a whispered spell, Harry felt his insides get scrubbed clean in a very uncomfortable manner before another whispered spell made him feel wet inside.

“You’re already turning out even better than I had imagined. Every time I pictured out first time together, I had to tie you down, convince you that you liked my touch. But I will not have to do that, now will I? You already crave my touch. I find it interesting that you came to me of your volition.” As Snape talked, his dark voice a caress of its own on Harry’s sensitive body, the Potions Master set his wand aside and returned his finger to Harry’s pucker. He lightly pressed, rubbing but not pushing inside, teasing and sensitizing.

“I… I’ve wanted you…” Harry couldn’t get out any more. He’d never felt like this before, and he body was alight with too many sensations. He ass was still on fire, and it hurt having all his weight on his bruised bottom. He accepted it, though, because he could more clearly feel Severus’s desire for him in this position. Add to those sensations, the man’s voice could probably make him cum with no actual physical stimulation. What was effecting him most, though, was that finger. No one had ever touched him there, ever, as far back as he could remember. It should have felt dirty, should have felt violating, but all he could think about was what it would feel like when that finger breached his body.

“For once your Gryffindor side didn’t rear its ugly head. Your attraction is about the only thing you have ever been able to hide from me.” Severus pushed the tip of his finger inside Harry’s body, lightly thrusting in and out just to his first knuckle. “How long have you wanted me, wanted my hands on you, my voice washing over you, my cock inside you?”

Harry gasped and clenched down at first when Snape’s finger pushed past his tight ring. He quickly became accustomed to, though, and couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his mouth as the finger started thrusting. He next words were broken by tiny gasps of delight. “Since… since… first year, I think… nothing conscious… my first… my first hard-on… your class… end of first year.”

Snape chuckled and licked the outer shell of Harry’s ear while pushing his finger in to the second knuckle. “Eleven and already a dirty boy. You could have come to me then. It is common in the Wizarding World for an adult male to take an apprentice. We could have begun this then. Your ass would already be perfectly molded to my cock. Never mind that, though. Today is as good as any to fit you to my pleasure.”

Harry squirmed a little at not only the feel of that finger pushing further inside him but also at Severus’s words. Raised in the muggle world, he couldn’t wrap his mind around a Master/apprentice situation, and the thought made him a little twitchy. Before Snape had finished speaking, though, that long finger buried itself completely inside him and was pressing firmly against something inside him that had him screaming out in pleasure.

Severus pressed the nub harder, rubbing circles on the tiny gland. He enjoyed listening to Harry’s screams, and he watched his boy’s cock for any signs of orgasm. The bright red cock twitched a few times before cum began spurting out of the young man’s tip. Once Harry was through his orgasm, Severus slipped his finger off his boy’s prostate but did not remove his finger.

“Clean yourself up, boy.”

Harry started to move, getting up to get his wand. Severus crooked his finger inside Harry’s channel, pressing against his prostate again and forcing the Defense professor to sit back down.

“No, Harry. You clean yourself up like this.” Show by example, supposedly the best way to teach. Running the fingers of his hand not occupied with Harry’s bottom through the cum covering his boy’s stomach and thighs, he lifted his cum covered fingers to Harry’s mouth. “Suck me clean, boy.”

Harry’s face screwed up in distaste and started to turn his head away. Snape stopped him with words of caution.

“If this is what you want, as you claim it is, to be my boy, then you will do as I say. It is far too soon for you to be testing my patience. You will find that not all punishments are pleasurable, not should they be.”

Harry whimpered but obeyed, taking the cum soaked fingers into his mouth. It took a moment to get used to the taste of his own cum, but once he got through that, he got to a flavor he liked much better. Pure Severus Snape. His flesh tasted vaguely on mint and clove. Harry moaned in delight.

While his boy was occupied, Severus began sliding a second finger into the tight hole, stretching the ring open wider. Harry tensed slightly, but Severus shushed him.

“Clean yourself up, Harry. You need to learn to enjoy the taste of your own cum.”

They continued in this manner until Harry had licked up all his cum and Severus had three fingers inside his boy.

“Lean forward, Harry, until you’re bent over the coffee table.” Harry obeyed, and Severus followed, keeping his fingers firmly inside Harry’s ass. Once Harry was settled, the Potions Master removed his fingers, watching the hole clutch at the retreating flesh.

Whimpering, Harry began to panic, fearing that this was about to all be over, that Snape would kick him out, mock him, beat him, maybe even kill him.

With a whispered spell he called the plug to him. “Sshhh, boy. I’m not leaving you. I’m only going to plug you, and then we are going to have a discussion about what exactly is going on here.” With those words and a firm, hand on Harry’s lower back, Severus pushed the bright, emerald green plug into the hole he had just stretched out.

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