Happy Birthday Harry! But Who Gets the Present?

A/N: Hello! This is a silly little smutlet in answer to a challenge from NightMoth, who shares the same birthday as Harry Potter. I wrote this for NightMoth, who made the request and requirements for the challenge – Happy Birthday, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I am making no money on them. I am only borrowing them for my plot ideas.

HP/RW are implied, but not described. Also another slash pairing, but that is a surprise. What is not a surprise though is SS/HG! *winks*

Hugs,
Corazon

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Ron, Harry, and Hermione were playing a dangerous game of Truth or Dare with a Veritas ball. A Veritas ball confirmed the answer if ‘truth’ was said or revealed the truth if a ‘dare’ was not accomplished.

“Okay, my turn,” said Hermione, thrusting the ball into Ron’s hands. “Who did you loose your virginity too?”

“That’s too simple,” protested Harry, “Everybody knows it was Madame Hooch!”

“Shut up!” yelled Ron, whose ears were as red as his hair. “If I hadn’t have gotten so drunk the night of the Yule Ball, I would have known it was her and not Parvati!”

“On come on Ron! I could have been ten times drunker than you and still had been able to tell the difference between Hooch and Parvati!” howled Harry.

“No,” said Hermione between giggles. “I want to know which male he lost his virginity to,” she sneered.

“Oooh, good one,” said Harry. “I keep asking him, but he refuses to answer.”

“Dare,” grinned Ron.

“Damn!” said Hermione and Harry together.

“Okay, here is your dare. You will go to Professor Snape, tell him he is the most irresistible creature that has graced Hogwarts and before you leave, you will slap him on the ass and say, “Mmm, I always knew your ass was firm!”

Harry was on the ground turning blue from laughing. Hermione was failing miserably at keeping a straight face.

“I hate you!” hissed Ron to Hermione.

“I love you too!” she said, blowing him a kiss, “By the way, you have thirty minutes to complete your dare.

“Shit!” Ron hissed, handing his wand to Hermione before walking out of the door. They had been in a smaller common room for staff members.

It had been five years since the three had finished Hogwarts. Hermione, as predicted, had returned to Hogwarts and was the Professor of Muggle Studies. It had become a tradition between the three of them to play Truth or Dare on Harry’s birthday.

Ron quietly made his way down to the dungeons to find Snape. It was worth the humiliation to prevent from revealing who his first was. He and Harry had been quite the talk their seventh year when it was discovered they were more than just friends. Ron had secretly had a crush on Harry, but had been with another prior to Harry. This other has never been mentioned by name.

Approaching the Dungeon doors, Ron opened them and walked to Snape’s door. He knocked on it, but there was no answer. He pounded on it and still there was no answer. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out the Maurder’s map and activated it. There was a small black dot labeled S. Snape and it was in the staff room, along with M. Hooch, M. McGonagall, and A. Dumbledore.

He put the map away and headed toward the staff room. He had been fully willing to do the dare, in private, but now he would have an audience.

Standing in front of the staff room door, he tucked in his shirt and straightened his hair. Giving it a firm knock, he walked in.

~*~*~*~*~

Harry and Hermione were back in common room, waiting for Ron to return.

“What’s going on between you two?” asked Hermione.

“If you don’t know by now Hermione - ”

“No, I mean, is there a future between you two?”

“Well, I know we will always be friends,” Hermione eyed him suspiciously, “okay, very good friends, but I think that is all it will ever be. We have discussed this and both agree that if someone else comes along, we would understand.” She accepted his answer, but before she could respond, the doors bust wide open.

To their shock, there stood, they could only assume, Ron whose head had been transfigured into a firm set of butt cheeks.

Harry and Hermione died laughing, watching Ron make his way over to the chair. He grabbed his wand, placed it against his new crack and leaned over the Pensieve that was waiting for him. They played with a Pensieve so the others could experience the dare. The player always left their wand so they could retrieve the other players could help retrieve the memories if need be.

Harry and Hermione both calmed down enough when Ron was finished. They entered the Pensieve.

Standing next to Ron in the staff room, they saw the professors and couldn’t help but notice the sly look Madame Hooch gave Ron.

“Good evening Professors,” said Ron. He had grown quite tall, almost eye level to Snape. He had filled out. He shoulders were broad and he was quite handsome. He had clearly broke a few hearts when the girls realized it was Harry he was after.

“Good evening Mister Weasley,” purred Madame Hooch.

Ron shuttered, but answered back, “My, don’t you look lovely this evening Madame Hooch. I don’t recall you looking more satisfying.” Ron had become quite the flirt.

“I believe,” she replied, “it was the evening of the Yule ball. And if I remember correctly, a young Gryffindor - ” Professor McGonagall started laughing along with Albus, but Snape just scowled at all of them.

“What do you want Weasley?” growled Snape. “It’s bad enough I had to put up with you for seven years, but do you have to return each year for Potter’s birthday? One would think the Dream Team would finally grow up and stop playing such childish games as Truth and Dare.”

“Oh Professor Snape,” purred Ron, “there is nothing childish about this game.” He moved closer to the professor, taking advantage of the situation to begin his dare. “If you were to join us, then you would realize there is nothing childish about it.” His eyes slowly scanned Snape’s body as he slowly licked his lips. “You know professor, you are the most irresistible creature that has graced Hogwarts.”

Snape jumped to his feet and Ron slapped him on the ass. But before Ron could finish the dare, Snape had already drawn his wand and had thrown a jinx at him.

Hermione and Harry pulled out of the Pensieve, laughing again. When they calmed down, Hermione took her wand and placed a counter jinx on Ron, transfiguring him back to himself. This was another reason for using the Pensieve, they were having a difficult time finding the counter jinxes for the jinxes and curses that always occurred during their game of Truth and Dare.

“So, you didn’t complete the dare,” smiled Harry. Hermione had grabbed the Veritas ball and they both looked into it, waiting for it to reveal Ron’s first.

Slowly, as the time expired, the words Malfoy began to appear.







“DRACO MALFOY!!!!” they cried, but Ron just glared at them.




“Look again,” sneer Ron.



















“LUCIUS MALFOY!!!!” they cried again. Hermione’s eyes almost fell out of her head, but Harry just stared at Ron.

“You lucky son of a bitch! You were Lucius’ whore!” yelled Harry. Hermione about fainted from Harry’s reaction.

“What are you talking about?” asked a stunned Hermione.

“Lucius is the fuck of the century!” said Harry.

“How would you know?” ask Ron.

“Oh come on Ron, everybody’s been with Lucius,” said Harry.

“I haven’t,” protested Hermione.

“Of course you haven’t,” said Harry, “You’re not his type.”

“What do you mean?” she snapped.

“You’re a girl.”

“Oh.”

“Okay, my turn!” said Ron, shoving the Veritas ball into Hermione’s hands. “What is your most erotic fantasy and who is it with?”

Hermione was horrified with the question and yelled, “DARE!!!”

Ron laughed evilly. “Oh, my sweet little Hermione,” he leaned closer to her and whispered her dare.

“Oh gods Ronald Weasley! I don’t think so!” she cried, jumping back from him.

“That’s fine, but you have thirty minutes to complete your dare or the Veritas ball will reveal the truth,” he sneered.

Hermione sat there, petrified. She didn’t care if they found out about her most erotic fantasy, but there was no way she could let them know who it was with. She looked back at Ron and glared at him, knowing what she had to do.

“Fine!” she snapped.

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“Oh Severus, you didn’t have to do that to poor Ron,” said Hooch, back in the staff room.

“Don’t worry Hooch, I still left the part of his anatomy you’re most interested in,” sneered Severus.

“Let’s continue our game,” suggested Albus, “I believe it’s Madame Hooch’s turn.”

“Yes it is,” she said, taking the Veritas ball and throwing it at Severus. “Severus, you always come across as being too good for us, you self-righteous bastard!”

Hooch stood up and began to circle him. “I never see you keeping company Severus. Is a woman you desire? Or, is it a man?” Severus didn’t even flinch at her words. He only looked straight ahead. “I think we can all agree here that you need some company, preferably a woman. You know I would volunteer, but you made it clear you don’t want me. Who do you want Severus?” There was a pause for his answer, but the only indication he gave that he was even listening was a slight curl on his lip.

She continued, “Here is your question. Whom do you desire?”

He looked at Madame Hooch, raised his eyebrow and in a deep, silky voice, he spoke, “Dare.”

“Tonight Severus is your lucky night. Since you always take the dare, I have something special in mind for you. You will go find the person you desire and act out your most erotic fantasy. I will even give you two hours to do this, so as to enjoy,” she purred.

Severus knew he cornered, but didn’t show it. He calmly stood up, pushed his chair in and left silently. The three remaining professors were laughing, knowing that he never failed at his dares and would hopefully be in a good mood when he returned.

~*~*~*~*~
“Ron, I am going to kill you,” whispered Hermione.

“You know you want it,” smirked Ron.

“Ouch!” cried Hermione, “Move your hand!”

“I can’t,” strained Ron, “There isn’t enough room.”

“Then stop moving your fingers!”

“Shut up Hermione, it’s almost over. Shh! Here he comes.”

Harry walked back into the common room and saw a huge birthday cake sitting in the middle of a table. On it was written Happy Birthday Harry! Before he could move any closer, Ron and Hermione jumped out of the cake, both naked, but Hermione had magically applied whipped cream on her more revealing body parts. The music began and Ron’s hands began to pet and grope Hermione. Hermione knew she had no choice but to go along with it or else.

She stretched her arms over her head, giving Harry and better view while her body began to move and grind to the music. Ron was doing the same, but his mouth was on her breast, licking the whipped cream off. He spent a good five minutes on one breast before realizing the whipped cream was jinxed to replenish itself.

“That’s cheating,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

“You only said no clothes,” she sneered, throwing her head back and faking a moan. “Are you sure this is Harry’s fantasy or is it yours?”

When Ron had explained the dare, he said she would help him fulfill one of Harry’s fantasies, which was watching Ron and Hermione seductively dance from a cake. She reluctantly agreed.

She glanced at Harry and realized he was thoroughly enjoying the show. This helped, making her feel less self-conscious. She began to caress and rub Ron, exploring his body just enough to make him and Harry even more turned on. She was down on her knees, teasing Ron, but not truly touching him. She looked back at Harry to make sure he was enjoying the show and he was. He was busy stroking himself, watching them.

Ron grabbed Hermione, bent her over so her butt was in the air and he whacked her hard and then rubbed her cheek.

“Ow!” she screamed, but saw Harry licking his lips. ‘Oh gods,’ she thought, ‘these two are sick.’ Ron whacked her again and rubbed her butt. “Ow!!!” she screamed, pulling out of his arms, but before she could say anything, Harry approached them with lust written all over his face.

Hermione was impressed, realizing that she had made him this wanting, but to her dismay, he grabbed Ron the the two took off to a private room. She was left standing there, naked, except for the three puffs of whipped cream on her body.

“Professor Granger,” purred a silky voice. She turned to see Severus walking out from the shadows. He eyed her body as she frantically tried to cover herself. “I need to speak with you in my classroom. Preferably with clothes on.”

“Yes sir,” she squeaked. Her face was bright red, watching him leave.

~*~*~*~*~

She entered his classroom and a cauldron had been set up on one of the tables. There were some ingredients next to it. Looking around to see that Severus had not yet arrived, she walked over to the cauldron to see what it was. ‘A healing potion,’ she thought. It was a simple healing potion and it was ready for the next ingredient to be added.

She added it and stirred it counter clockwise. She was startled by his voice. “Miss Granger, it’s after curfew and you are in my classroom. Fifty points from Gryffindor,” he growled. Hermione about melted from that voice, but she composed herself and turned to him.

“Professor Snape, I am not longer your - ” she began, but he raised his wand and transfigured her clothes, giving her a small smile. Hermione looked down and discovered she was wearing a student’s uniform.

“Fifty points?! I was only helping you brew this potion that would have been ruined if I had not added the next ingredient when I did!” she snapped at him.

“Another fifty points from Gryffindor for being such a Know It All and having to save the day.” He was pleased that she was playing along, but hisressression did not show it.

“Well, if you had been here, then I would not have to save your potion.”

“I have had enough of you and your attitude. For your information, you did ruin the potion.”

“How?”

“You added the wrong ingredient. You were supposed to add the crushed eucalyptus leaves first and then the oil of crotus.”

“But that’s not how you brew a healing potion.”

“You silly little girl. I wasn’t brewing a healing potion. You have earned detention with me, tonight,” he said in a dangerous voice.

“But sir, I can’t serve detention. There must be some way to get out of detention,” she pleaded.

He raised his eyebrow and smiled. “There is one way Miss Granger. Brew the potion correctly.”

She gave him a weak smile and turned around. Waving her wand, she emptied the cauldron and started all over again.

As she began to add the ingredients, she felt him move closer to her. His body was leaning on hers and his hands were cupping her breasts. She reached for the next ingredient and added it as his lips found her neck. Her breathing staggered as she tried to think straight.

“Professor, I can’t concentrate,” she whispered.

“The eucalyptus leaves are next,” he said, between kisses. His hand found its way under her skirt and went in between her thighs. She was not wearing panties. He had made sure of this when he transfigured her clothes. Slipping a finger into her folds, he discovered she was wet. He leaned his body closer into her while his fingers smeared her wetness around.

She leaned into him, but kept brewing. “What’s next?” she gasped at the way his fingers were making her feel.

“Oil of crotus,” he said hoarsely. She was vaguely aware of his hips slowly grinding into her from the back. She could feel his hardness in the small of her back and she smiled.

“Add the next two ingredients together and stir counter clockwise,” he commanded while thrusting his fingers inside of her. She leaned forward with her weight on one hand to give him better access to her. His body followed hers. He pulled his hand out from between her thigh and moved it to her backside. He slid his hand down her ass, back to her wet entrance, where he could better stimulate her.

“Finished,” she whispered.

“No, you need to take drink,” he said. She took the ladle and scooped up some of the potion. Raising it to her lips, his fingers found her nub. She gasped, but his other hand came around to help her bring the potion back to her lips. “Drink,” he whispered and she did.

His fingers worked her nub mercilessly as she came hard. Her wetness covered his fingers. He stood back and unfastened his pants. Dropping them to his ankles, he exposed his rock hard erection.

“Bend over more,” he hoarsely whispered. She did as she was told, still recovering from her orgasm.


He entered her quick and she felt a sharp, stabbing pain. She let out a cry. “Professor - ” she said, confused.

“The first time always hurts, but it won’t last long,” he said.


He rubbed her back, telling her it would be over soon. Her legs slightly trembled while she could feel him pull out of her and enter her again, but this time the pain was gone. She leaned further onto the table and braced it as his thrusts became harder and stronger. His hand came around to find her nub. She gasped every time he filled her. She squeezed her muscles, making it even tighter for him. His fingers moved faster, and she climaxed again, milking his shaft.

She could hear him moaning between his grunts and knew he was closing to releasing. On his final thrust, she reached between her legs and found his balls. Giving them a firm squeeze, he cried, spilling into her.

He collapsed on top of her, both breathless. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up.

“Damn it Hermione!” he growled, “Virgins aren’t supposed to know how to do that!”

She giggled. “Sorry Severus. I couldn’t help it. I know what you like and when you like it,” she purred, turning around to face him. He waved his wand several times to clean up the potion and to clean up themselves.

She straightened up her skirt and smiled at him. “Who dared you to do the virgin fantasy?” she asked.

“Hooch,” he hissed, “but she didn’t know what kind of fantasy. She said I needed to get serviced.” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh yes, leave it to Madame Hooch. If you were to smile more, she wouldn’t think you needed to be serviced more. The gods know you’re getting it enough.”

“Do I hear you complaining?” he asked her.

“Oh no Professor Snape. I love giving my virginity to you. What does this make, the fifth or sixth time?” she giggled.

“It’s only the third time Hermione,” he purred. He took a step closer to her and gave her a passionate kiss. “I guess when I really did take your virginity, I enjoyed it so much that I need to relive it again and again.” He kissed her again. These two had been secretly seeing each other for almost four years, but chose to keep it a secret. It added to the mystery and the fantasies.

“The game should be ending after my next turn,” he said, “I am sending Hooch to Hagrid for her dare.”

“The last time you did that, she wasn’t seen for almost a month. You had to referee two Quidditch matches,” giggled Hermione.

“I know, but since it’s July 31, they will have a solid month to get it out of their systems,” he smirked.

“You’re still not playing with Pensieves, correct?” she asked. She was always willing to help Severus with his dares, but would not do it if it were going to be displayed in a Pensieve.

“No. Will you wait up for me?”

She gave him a sly smile, “Of course lover, but you will need to meet me in the library.”

“Mmm, the library fantasy. I will be there Madame Granger,” he purred before leaving.

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Happy Birthday NightMoth!!!!

Hugs,
Corazon