Snow Business
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mini_festTitle: Snow Business
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century_squill
Pairing: Snarry
Word count: approx 1,600
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. This fan work is for fun, not profit.
Rating: R
Warnings: Chan 13-15
Prompt: 59. The Weasley Twins pull a Christmas prank, either at home or at Hogwarts.
A/N:brissygirl, when I saw your idea I thought it absolutely brilliant. Who wouldn't want a relaxed, stress-free fest at this time of year? (Unfortunately I also signed up for far too many other things, but that's my problem!) Merry Christmas to you, your co-mods, and all mini-fest participants and readers. *shakes bells*
Snow Business
An enchanted snowball knocked persistently against the window of the Gryffindor common room. Harry opened the window and leaned out into the frosty air.
The Weasley twins were waving to him from the snow-covered courtyard below. When they saw they'd got his attention Fred beckoned, George held up one finger, Fred mimed zipping his mouth closed. Come down – come alone – tell no-one.
Harry glanced over at the corner where Ron and Hermione were engrossed in one of their arguments. He grinned. They probably wouldn't notice if he got up on a table and did a tap dance. He closed the window and headed for the portrait hole.
~ * ~
"What's up?" Harry looked from one twin to the other. "This'd better be good, dragging me out of the nice warm common room –"
"Don't be such a wimp, Harry!" said George. "Why fester away in a stuffy common room, when we're about to offer you –"
"– the opportunity of a lifetime," said Fred.
"– of a lifetime, yeah," agreed George. He glanced around and lowered his voice. "Who wouldn't want to see snow effigies of our revered professors –"
"– magically sculpted to be accurate in every detail –" Fred had also lowered his voice.
"– and we mean, every detail –" George added significantly.
"– and caught in flagrante delicto?" chorused the twins.
"In what?" asked Harry.
"Shagging," said George.
"Shagging naked," said Fred. "We've done Dumbledore shagging McGonagall, Hagrid shagging Flitwick –"
"– amusing one, that," said George, smirking.
"Um, have you done one of Snape?" asked Harry, trying to sound casual.
The twins looked at each other and exchanged meaningful grins.
"Well, yes," said Fred, "but we couldn't think of anyone who'd want to be paired with him, so he's on his own."
"Wanking," added George. "It seemed best."
The twins turned their grins on Harry. "So-o-o-o," they said. "Want to come and see?"
~ * ~
"Hang on," Harry said, stopping in the middle of the snowy footpath. "This is the way to the Forbidden Forest."
"So?" shrugged Fred. He and George kept trudging towards the trees, the hard-packed snow squeaking beneath their feet. Harry hurried after them.
"Well, it's, um, forbidden," he panted. "Didn't Dumbledore say you two would be expelled if you were caught in there again?"
"Nobody's going to catch us," Fred said confidently.
"Not wimping out, are you, Harry?" asked George. "Funny, we didn't think you were the law-abiding type."
"We wouldn't have wasted the Maurauder's Map on a law-abiding type," put in Fred.
"Come on, don't disappoint us," they coaxed.
"It'll be a good laugh, you'll see," said George.
"Think of that naked snow sculpture of Snape!" said Fred.
Harry, who had been thinking of little else for the past ten minutes, hoped that the twins would put his flushed face down to the chilly weather.
~ * ~
The few times Harry had been in the Forbidden Forest, it had seemed dark and scary. Today, though, the frost and snow made walking through it so magical that he was almost sorry when the twins came to a halt.
"Nearly there," Fred said.
"Carry on round that big holly bush," George said, pointing.
"Aren't you coming with me?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Nope, we'll stay here to keep watch."
"We'll make sure nobody sneaks up on you."
Harry shrugged and continued along the path, not noticing the gleeful looks the twins were giving each other. Once past the holly bush he came out into a small clearing, then stood still, staring. The clearing was filled with snow sculptures, but Harry only had eyes for one: a life-sized statue of Snape, completely naked, made out of ice and snow. The twins had put two small lumps of coal into its face for eyes, and they seemed to watch Harry malevolently. The sun, striking through the trees, had just started to melt the figure's erect ice-cock. The tip glistened and began to drip, as though with pre-come, as Harry approached. He stared at it in fascination. Was the real Snape's cock that big? On a sudden impulse, he sank to his knees and licked drops of melt-water from the ice-cock's head.
"Having fun, Potter?" The voice was as cold as the ice-come on his tongue.
Harry scrambled to his feet and turned round, his heart sinking. It was Professor Snape.
~ * ~
Snape stalked around the clearing examining each snow sculpture in turn. Harry waited apprehensively.
"Did you do this, Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "No!"
"Just happened on them by chance, did you?" sneered Snape. He strode across to Harry and fixed him with a merciless black glare. "Well?"
"Uh – yeah. Yeah, I was just – um, going for a walk, and –"
"You're a liar, Potter," Snape said, his eyes still fixed on Harry's. Then his voice turned silky. "You may continue."
"Er – continue?" Harry blinked at him.
Snape waved his hand towards the snow effigy of himself. "What you were doing when I arrived. It looked most... interesting."
There was something in Snape's eyes now which made Harry feel a heady mixture of fear and arousal. He turned away, knelt in front of snow-Snape. He felt something brush against his back and glanced over his shoulder. The real Snape was stooping over him. Harry's heart began to hammer.
"Continue," Snape commanded.
Harry turned back to the ice-cock.
"Lick along its length – slowly," whispered Snape, his breath hot on the back of Harry's neck.
Harry's tongue travelled slowly up, feeling the ridges and bumps, wondering whether the real Snape's cock had them too. His jeans were suddenly uncomfortably tight. Snape continued to whisper instructions; Harry continued to follow them. The snow he knelt on was melting and soaking into his jeans, but he didn't care. His tongue circled the sculpted balls – the twins really had a way with enchanted snowballs, he thought with a snigger, trailing back down to the ice-cock's tip and flicking it with his tongue.
He wondered again what sucking off the real one would be like. From the increasingly heavy breathing behind him, Snape was thinking the same thing. Harry's cock was now so hard he couldn't bear to keep it constrained a moment later; he started fumbling with the fastenings on his jeans. His hands were cold and clumsy, it seemed to take an age to undo the button and the zip just wouldn't open.
Then several things happened at once. Harry's cock finally sprang free, he heard Snape murmur a spell, a violent spray shot out of the ice-cock, almost choking him – and with shouts of "Look out Harry, Lee says Snape's on his way – oops!" the Weasley twins burst into the clearing.
~ * ~
Snape loomed over the Weasley twins, at his most intimidating. Behind him, Harry struggled to get his jeans zipped up; his unruly cock, frustrated by the interruption, nudged against his palm. "Later," muttered Harry, stuffing it into his underpants and finally managing to get his jeans fastened. Then he was able to concentrate on the scene being played out in front of him.
"...not Harry's fault," George was saying, "it was us made the sculptures."
"We made them for a joke," said Fred, "and we brought Harry here to see them, 'cos we've a bet on with Lee Jordan."
"And what was the nature of this... bet?" asked Snape, looking at them with narrowed eyes.
The twins looked down and shuffled their feet around in the snow.
"Well?" demanded Snape, his voice full of menace. "I'm waiting."
The twins said nothing.
"Would you rather explain yourselves to the headmaster?"
Fred looked up at this. "Reckon you'd have a bit of explaining to do, as well." He glanced from Snape to Harry.
"Not that we'd say anything," George added hastily, seeing the look on Snape's face. "The bet was just about what Harry'd do when he saw – you know." His eyes flickered to the rapidly thawing statue of Snape.
"Lee should be here any minute," Fred said, looking at his watch, "he's just finishing off helping Hagrid with the Christmas trees."
Snape drew his wand. The twins eyed him warily and moved closer together. Snape regarded them for a long moment.
"You have shown gross disrespect to your professors," Snape said finally, flicking his wand around at the assorted snow sculptures and blasting them into powder. "I won't report you to Professor Dumbledore this time, but you shan't escape punishment, either." With a swift movement he turned his wand on the twins. "Petrificus Totalus!"
The twins immediately froze and started to topple over, but ended up propped against each other, their eyes glaring fixedly at Snape. He looked around the empty clearing and smirked. "It would be a shame not to have any snow effigies here for your friend Mr Jordan's delectation," he said, with a theatrical sweep of his wand. Powdery snow rose from the ground in great plumes, up and up, sparkling in the sunlight, then slowly sifted down to coat the twins in gleaming white.
Snape stepped forward and brushed enough snow off their faces to free their eyes and nostrils. "Be thankful I left you your clothes," he muttered. Then he turned to Harry. "And as for you, Mr Potter –"
Harry gulped; what was Snape going to do now?
Snape smirked, and continued, "– you are coming back to the castle with me. You can put what you've just learned into practice –" he glanced briefly down at the knees of Harry's jeans, "in warmer, and more... private... surroundings..."
The End
Author:
century_squillPairing: Snarry
Word count: approx 1,600
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. This fan work is for fun, not profit.
Rating: R
Warnings: Chan 13-15
Prompt: 59. The Weasley Twins pull a Christmas prank, either at home or at Hogwarts.
A/N:
brissygirl, when I saw your idea I thought it absolutely brilliant. Who wouldn't want a relaxed, stress-free fest at this time of year? (Unfortunately I also signed up for far too many other things, but that's my problem!) Merry Christmas to you, your co-mods, and all mini-fest participants and readers. *shakes bells*An enchanted snowball knocked persistently against the window of the Gryffindor common room. Harry opened the window and leaned out into the frosty air.
The Weasley twins were waving to him from the snow-covered courtyard below. When they saw they'd got his attention Fred beckoned, George held up one finger, Fred mimed zipping his mouth closed. Come down – come alone – tell no-one.
Harry glanced over at the corner where Ron and Hermione were engrossed in one of their arguments. He grinned. They probably wouldn't notice if he got up on a table and did a tap dance. He closed the window and headed for the portrait hole.
"What's up?" Harry looked from one twin to the other. "This'd better be good, dragging me out of the nice warm common room –"
"Don't be such a wimp, Harry!" said George. "Why fester away in a stuffy common room, when we're about to offer you –"
"– the opportunity of a lifetime," said Fred.
"– of a lifetime, yeah," agreed George. He glanced around and lowered his voice. "Who wouldn't want to see snow effigies of our revered professors –"
"– magically sculpted to be accurate in every detail –" Fred had also lowered his voice.
"– and we mean, every detail –" George added significantly.
"– and caught in flagrante delicto?" chorused the twins.
"In what?" asked Harry.
"Shagging," said George.
"Shagging naked," said Fred. "We've done Dumbledore shagging McGonagall, Hagrid shagging Flitwick –"
"– amusing one, that," said George, smirking.
"Um, have you done one of Snape?" asked Harry, trying to sound casual.
The twins looked at each other and exchanged meaningful grins.
"Well, yes," said Fred, "but we couldn't think of anyone who'd want to be paired with him, so he's on his own."
"Wanking," added George. "It seemed best."
The twins turned their grins on Harry. "So-o-o-o," they said. "Want to come and see?"
"Hang on," Harry said, stopping in the middle of the snowy footpath. "This is the way to the Forbidden Forest."
"So?" shrugged Fred. He and George kept trudging towards the trees, the hard-packed snow squeaking beneath their feet. Harry hurried after them.
"Well, it's, um, forbidden," he panted. "Didn't Dumbledore say you two would be expelled if you were caught in there again?"
"Nobody's going to catch us," Fred said confidently.
"Not wimping out, are you, Harry?" asked George. "Funny, we didn't think you were the law-abiding type."
"We wouldn't have wasted the Maurauder's Map on a law-abiding type," put in Fred.
"Come on, don't disappoint us," they coaxed.
"It'll be a good laugh, you'll see," said George.
"Think of that naked snow sculpture of Snape!" said Fred.
Harry, who had been thinking of little else for the past ten minutes, hoped that the twins would put his flushed face down to the chilly weather.
The few times Harry had been in the Forbidden Forest, it had seemed dark and scary. Today, though, the frost and snow made walking through it so magical that he was almost sorry when the twins came to a halt.
"Nearly there," Fred said.
"Carry on round that big holly bush," George said, pointing.
"Aren't you coming with me?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Nope, we'll stay here to keep watch."
"We'll make sure nobody sneaks up on you."
Harry shrugged and continued along the path, not noticing the gleeful looks the twins were giving each other. Once past the holly bush he came out into a small clearing, then stood still, staring. The clearing was filled with snow sculptures, but Harry only had eyes for one: a life-sized statue of Snape, completely naked, made out of ice and snow. The twins had put two small lumps of coal into its face for eyes, and they seemed to watch Harry malevolently. The sun, striking through the trees, had just started to melt the figure's erect ice-cock. The tip glistened and began to drip, as though with pre-come, as Harry approached. He stared at it in fascination. Was the real Snape's cock that big? On a sudden impulse, he sank to his knees and licked drops of melt-water from the ice-cock's head.
"Having fun, Potter?" The voice was as cold as the ice-come on his tongue.
Harry scrambled to his feet and turned round, his heart sinking. It was Professor Snape.
Snape stalked around the clearing examining each snow sculpture in turn. Harry waited apprehensively.
"Did you do this, Potter?"
Harry shook his head. "No!"
"Just happened on them by chance, did you?" sneered Snape. He strode across to Harry and fixed him with a merciless black glare. "Well?"
"Uh – yeah. Yeah, I was just – um, going for a walk, and –"
"You're a liar, Potter," Snape said, his eyes still fixed on Harry's. Then his voice turned silky. "You may continue."
"Er – continue?" Harry blinked at him.
Snape waved his hand towards the snow effigy of himself. "What you were doing when I arrived. It looked most... interesting."
There was something in Snape's eyes now which made Harry feel a heady mixture of fear and arousal. He turned away, knelt in front of snow-Snape. He felt something brush against his back and glanced over his shoulder. The real Snape was stooping over him. Harry's heart began to hammer.
"Continue," Snape commanded.
Harry turned back to the ice-cock.
"Lick along its length – slowly," whispered Snape, his breath hot on the back of Harry's neck.
Harry's tongue travelled slowly up, feeling the ridges and bumps, wondering whether the real Snape's cock had them too. His jeans were suddenly uncomfortably tight. Snape continued to whisper instructions; Harry continued to follow them. The snow he knelt on was melting and soaking into his jeans, but he didn't care. His tongue circled the sculpted balls – the twins really had a way with enchanted snowballs, he thought with a snigger, trailing back down to the ice-cock's tip and flicking it with his tongue.
He wondered again what sucking off the real one would be like. From the increasingly heavy breathing behind him, Snape was thinking the same thing. Harry's cock was now so hard he couldn't bear to keep it constrained a moment later; he started fumbling with the fastenings on his jeans. His hands were cold and clumsy, it seemed to take an age to undo the button and the zip just wouldn't open.
Then several things happened at once. Harry's cock finally sprang free, he heard Snape murmur a spell, a violent spray shot out of the ice-cock, almost choking him – and with shouts of "Look out Harry, Lee says Snape's on his way – oops!" the Weasley twins burst into the clearing.
Snape loomed over the Weasley twins, at his most intimidating. Behind him, Harry struggled to get his jeans zipped up; his unruly cock, frustrated by the interruption, nudged against his palm. "Later," muttered Harry, stuffing it into his underpants and finally managing to get his jeans fastened. Then he was able to concentrate on the scene being played out in front of him.
"...not Harry's fault," George was saying, "it was us made the sculptures."
"We made them for a joke," said Fred, "and we brought Harry here to see them, 'cos we've a bet on with Lee Jordan."
"And what was the nature of this... bet?" asked Snape, looking at them with narrowed eyes.
The twins looked down and shuffled their feet around in the snow.
"Well?" demanded Snape, his voice full of menace. "I'm waiting."
The twins said nothing.
"Would you rather explain yourselves to the headmaster?"
Fred looked up at this. "Reckon you'd have a bit of explaining to do, as well." He glanced from Snape to Harry.
"Not that we'd say anything," George added hastily, seeing the look on Snape's face. "The bet was just about what Harry'd do when he saw – you know." His eyes flickered to the rapidly thawing statue of Snape.
"Lee should be here any minute," Fred said, looking at his watch, "he's just finishing off helping Hagrid with the Christmas trees."
Snape drew his wand. The twins eyed him warily and moved closer together. Snape regarded them for a long moment.
"You have shown gross disrespect to your professors," Snape said finally, flicking his wand around at the assorted snow sculptures and blasting them into powder. "I won't report you to Professor Dumbledore this time, but you shan't escape punishment, either." With a swift movement he turned his wand on the twins. "Petrificus Totalus!"
The twins immediately froze and started to topple over, but ended up propped against each other, their eyes glaring fixedly at Snape. He looked around the empty clearing and smirked. "It would be a shame not to have any snow effigies here for your friend Mr Jordan's delectation," he said, with a theatrical sweep of his wand. Powdery snow rose from the ground in great plumes, up and up, sparkling in the sunlight, then slowly sifted down to coat the twins in gleaming white.
Snape stepped forward and brushed enough snow off their faces to free their eyes and nostrils. "Be thankful I left you your clothes," he muttered. Then he turned to Harry. "And as for you, Mr Potter –"
Harry gulped; what was Snape going to do now?
Snape smirked, and continued, "– you are coming back to the castle with me. You can put what you've just learned into practice –" he glanced briefly down at the knees of Harry's jeans, "in warmer, and more... private... surroundings..."
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