Fic: Snape’s Little Helper
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mini_festTitle: Snape’s Little Helper
Author: ???
Rating: R
Characters: Harry/Snape
Prompt(s): #8
Warnings: Extreme Holiday Fluff
Summary: Eighth Year student Harry Potter is asked by the Headmistress to assist Severus Snape with bringing a little Christmas cheer to Hogwarts. Unsurprisingly Severus is not very good at spreading Christmas cheer although things begin to look up when he realises there might be way to make the whole experience more bearable…
Word Count: ~4,500
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JKR. I own nothing, no offence intended and no profit being made.
A/N: Thanks to the wonderful C. for the beta.
Snape’s Little Helper
“What is the meaning of this Minerva? Calling me here at this hour of the night, what can possibly be so important – good gods Potter, what the hell are you wearing?”
Harry was standing in Minerva’s office his arms filled with baubles, candy canes and Christmas stockings with his glasses slightly askew. He was dressed almost entirely in Slytherin green. Severus thought the impossible brat looked utterly foolish.
“I’m Santa’s little helper, here to spread some Christmas cheer.” Potter sounded quite cheerful notwithstanding the fact he appeared to be wearing tights.
Oh no, this would not do. This would not do at all.
“Minerva?” Severus’ voice dipped into a low, menacing growl. He had spent many years as a Death Eater and had managed to escape death at the hands of the Dark Lord and his pet snake by relying solely on rather ingenious potion making talents. The voice was one which he typically saved for giving detention and was intended to remind those on the receiving end that Severus Snape was not a nice man.
“Oh Severus, I am so pleased you’re here.” Severus thought that Scottish lilt had never sounded more bloody annoying. “Harry has very kindly agreed to help you with your task.”
“What bloody task?” Severus still couldn’t quite believe Potter was wearing tights.
“To decorate Hogwarts for Christmas, spread some Christmas cheer – you boys will have such fun together!”
Severus thought Potter, impudent brat that he was, might have muttered something along the lines of, “Not bloody likely with that git.”
“Potter, this can’t be your idea of a good time you foolish boy?”
Harry shrugged and looked as though he would rather like to adjust his glasses or his tights but his arms were too full of baubles and Christmas frippery.
“I said I’d help decorate the school, Snape – try to raise a bit of festive spirit. I didn’t realise I was going to have to spread the Christmas cheer with such a miserable arse.”
“Harry – come, that’s no way to speak to your Professor!”
“Sorry.” Harry shrugged and a lone bauble dropped to the floor and rolled towards Severus. He slowly extended out one foot, clad in his usual black boots and brought the bauble to a stop underneath the tip of the boot. He resisted the urge to crunch down on it and then move across the room to throttle Potter.
Severus glared at the bauble underneath his foot and noticed that it had moving snowflakes on it and what appeared to be a cartoon Hippogriff gambolling across the circumference. He thought he was going to be sick.
“Now boys, there’s a lot of work to do before the Yule Ball tomorrow so I suggest you get going.”
Harry and Severus didn’t move, both looking warily at each other.
“Come on Gentlemen, let’s get to work.”
“Oh bloody hell. Are you going to help me with these Snape or what?” Harry gestured to the garish pile of Christmas decorations and Snape moved towards Harry, taking care to billow his robes just so.
“Of course, Potter.” Snape took a couple of stockings and a handful of baubles from the huge pile of decorations in Harry’s arms. “Now come on and stop dawdling, let’s get this over with.”
“I want all of the rooms decorated boys and do be creative with your magic please - you know how I love Christmas.”
Severus gave one last scathing look at Minerva to let her know exactly what his views were on Christmas and swept out of the office as Potter stumbled along behind him.
“For fucks sake Snape, slow down – I’ve got a huge pile of crap in my arms as if you hadn’t noticed and I’m wearing tights.”
“I had noticed, Mr. Potter. They are rather…green.” Severus gave the brat one of his better smirks as the idiot stumbled along behind him huffing and puffing.
“I need somewhere to put this stuff – bloody hell, Snape!” Harry was struggling with everything in his arms and Severus rolled his eyes. How the boy had defeated a Dark Lord, he would never know.
“Great Merlin, Potter – have you never heard of a shrinking charm?”
With a wave of his hand, Snape shrank the huge pile of tinsel and baubles so that they all fitted into one small stocking.
“Brilliant!” Harry breathed and looked up at Severus, “I love magic.”
“Yes, well in that case it’s a shame you appear to be incapable of actually doing any.” Severus sighed and stalked towards the Astronomy Tower. If he angled his elbows just right his cloak would billow around him like a giant cape. That ought to frighten Potter.
“Where should we put the tinsel?”
They reached the Astronomy Tower and Severus wanted to tell the irritating little imp exactly where he should put the tinsel. However, Severus was bigger than that. He smirked at Potter instead and watched as the boy gulped a little.
“Let me, Potter. I honestly wonder what on earth you spent your last seven years at Hogwarts doing other than riding broomsticks and snogging various members of the Weasley family.”
“Hey!” Potter looked angrily at Snape and frowned, “I was trying to kill a bloody Dark Lord, Snape, and it was one Weasley.”
“Of course you were, how could I forget?” Severus allowed his lips to twitch into a small smirk, “I did rather believe I had heard something about the Boy Saviour being caught in flagrante delicto with an orange haired dragon tamer earlier this year.”
The fact that Potter had been caught doing something he shouldn’t was of no surprise to Severus. The fact he had been caught in a compromising position with a man had caused a little more interest.
“How the hell did you know about that?!” It was difficult for Potter to look fierce in green tights, but he tried his very best, annoying Gryffindor that he was.
“I was a spy for many years, Potter – it’s not so very difficult to find out about your conquests even when one has no desire whatsoever to hear about them.” Severus sniffed and flicked his wand so that a little bit of tinsel wrapped itself around Potter’s head as the idiot yelped and grappled to remove it. Despite himself Severus was having quite a lot of fun Potter-baiting.
“For fucks sake Snape, you’re supposed to be decorating the bloody room, not bloody decorating me.”
“I hardly think you require any further decoration, Potter.” Severus deliberately let his eyes trail down towards the green tights with another smirk as he continued to decorate the Astronomy Tower with a lazy hand.
“Bloody hell.” Harry had managed to get the tinsel off his head, his glasses looking slightly askew and his hair sticking up at all angles. “Wow!”
It seemed as if Potter had only just noticed the work Severus had been doing while he grappled with the tinsel. The Astronomy Tower was decorated in sparkling silvers and lush greens. Baubles on a huge tree in the corner of the room were covered in spinning, twisting silver snowflakes and the offensive cutesy reindeer baubles had been transformed so that very stern looking Christmas snakes slithered around the contours, hissing what appeared to be a very gloomy version of ‘Ding Dong Merrily on High’. Severus smirked.
“It is rather good, isn’t it?”
“You’re such a bloody Slytherin, Snape.” Potter looked around with a slight frown on his face and then with a broad grin and a flick of his wand he cast a quick spell.
“Now not everything in the room is Slytherin,” Harry crowed, pointing at Severus with a snort of laughter. Feeling the loss of his rather comfortable robes Severus looked down to see that he was now wearing a burgundy jumper with an enthusiastic golden lion bounding across the front. The lion appeared to have bright green eyes and some sort of lightning bolt on its head. Severus was pleased to note that he still wore his usual black trousers and boots, but the jumper was absolutely insupportable.
“Potter…” he growled, advancing on the boy who was still pointing and laughing and doing a little jig.
“You look like such a Gryffindor, Snape.”
“I warn you…” Snape had drawn his wand and brandished it at Harry who had the good sense to look slightly nervous as he was backed into a wall.
“Careful, Snape – there’s no need to be like that.” Potter looked up at Severus with more than a little trepidation and Severus felt an overwhelming desire to throttle the boy. At the very least Severus could quickly wipe that cocky grin off Potter’s face by kissing the very life out of him, showing him the difference between a fumbling Weasley and a real man.
Oh bugger.
Severus realised he was nose to nose with Potter, who appeared to be breathing slightly raggedly and waiting for Severus’ next move with wide eyes. Severus had no idea where that last thought had come from but it simply would not do to think of Potter like that. He removed himself from the situation as best he could with what he suspected was a menacing scowl in Potter’s direction, putting a little more distance between them.
“Come on Potter, you imbecile, I suppose we should decorate the Great Hall next.” Severus wished he had his robe on so that he could billow effectively and forget all about the fact he had very nearly snogged the living daylights out of Potter. He supposed he could change the jumper back to his usual imposing robes but he suspected Potter would only change the robes straight back again. Severus had no desire to get into a war of de-robing with Potter. Merlin only knew where such activities might lead.
“Coming,” Potter was looking a little dazed and appeared to be adjusting his tights. Severus averted his eyes from the frankly obscene picture Potter made and with a sniff, began to stalk downstairs towards the Great Hall.
“Well do hurry up.”
Potter was tripping after Severus still clutching the small stocking full of Christmas decorations. Severus noted that he still hadn’t managed to adjust his glasses and resisted the urge to reach out and place them at a less dishevelled angle. If Potter wanted to walk around looking like a Slytherin House elf that had just rolled out of bed that was entirely his choice.
As they reached the Great Hall, Severus noted that Potter was looking slightly awestruck by the size of the place. “This is going to take us forever!”
“Potter - I was a spy for the Order for numerous years and somehow despite your utter ineptitude, you managed to rid the Wizarding World of one of the most powerful wizards of all time. You are surely not intimidated by a little bit of tinsel?”
Severus waved his hand lazily and watched as the twelve Christmas trees in the hall were draped in sparkling silvers and greens, the miserable looking snakes back to sing their depressing carols and looking very annoyed about the whole thing.
“You can’t decorate everything in Slytherin colours, Snape, for Merlin’s sake!” Harry waved his wand so that the trees were evenly split between the four house colours, the Hufflepuff baubles covered with excited crups bouncing around on the yellow background.
Snape sneered at positively jolly scene in front of him. The ceiling of the Great Hall had started snowing and the various baubles were competing with each other, singing different Christmas carols in warbles and hisses. Potter was flicking his wand to decorate the walls with unbearably cute Hippogriffs gambolling through the snow, nuzzling each other and flying around the walls of the hall. Hundreds of candles burst into flame and cast a warm glow as Potter continued to decorate the staff table with strands of colourful tinsel and fake snow. It was all so…Christmassy.
Severus felt nauseous. He was sure he could hear the Potter-lion on his jumper purring as it nestled into a little ball in the burgundy wool with a yawn.
“Potter this is absolutely hideous.” Severus was scowling around the Great Hall, cursing the fact he would be expected to eat in the damned place for the next few weeks.
Potter was looking around blinking owlishly and looking slightly awestruck, “I think it looks bloody brilliant!”
“Humph.”
Potter had arched his neck, craning his head back to look at the ceiling as snowflakes fluttered and danced around the cool afternoon sky.
“I love snow…”
“Oh Potter, do shut up.” Severus waved his hand, silencing the bloody baubles in their carolling. The sudden silence was deafening and Severus turned to watch as Potter wrapped his arms around himself and looked around the Great Hall with obvious delight. The broad, lopsided grin on Harry’s face as he admired his own handiwork was doing all sorts of things to Severus that he simply refused to acknowledge. Those bloody tights which showed off taut muscular thighs were certainly not helping matters.
“Are you always so miserable Snape, even at Christmas?”
“Especially at Christmas, Potter – it is simply an excuse for foolish witches and wizards to spend money on ridiculous gifts that nobody wants and drink too much firewhiskey.”
“Do you not like getting presents, Professor?”
Harry was watching Severus very carefully now and had turned to face him. Severus certainly wasn’t about to tell the impudent little brat that he typically received very few presents, just the odd bottle of firewhiskey and a couple of howlers from people who didn’t believe former Death Eaters should be allowed to celebrate Christmas.
Severus sniffed. “I have no desire to receive foolish gifts and sickly sweet candy canes, Potter.”
“Will you be staying at Hogwarts again this year, Professor?”
“Yes Potter, no doubt having to attend to the foolish brats that remain at school for the holidays.”
“Oh. Like me?”
Snape glared, “You are usually more trouble than all of the other students combined, so I imagine your presence will be more irritating than most.”
“Oh, I see. What if I wanted to get you a Christmas present, Professor?”
Severus scowled down at the boy who was standing a little closer to him now. He smelt like grass and chocolate frogs.
“What would you possibly get me, Potter? Some broom polish perhaps?” Snape snickered. He did so enjoy implying that Potter was good for little more than whizzing around the Quidditch pitch.
Potter had his head cocked to one side and appeared to be thinking.
“Have much call for broom polish do you Professor?” Potter really was standing far too close for comfort now the damnable brat. “Perhaps you might like it if we polished our brooms together this Christmas?”
Well that was unexpected.
“What in Merlin’s name are you talking about, you foolish little brat?” Potter had inched even closer and Severus could practically feel the heat from the boy’s body against his own.
“I just thought if you’re spending Christmas alone and I’m spending Christmas alone, perhaps there is something we could do…together?” Potter was now resting his hand very gently indeed on Severus’ Gryffindor jumper and the Potter-lion seemed to be nuzzling into the touch with a gentle purr.
“What on earth makes you think I wish to spend any more time with you over Christmas than is absolutely necessary?” Severus scowled down at Potter but didn’t attempt to remove the brat’s hand, which was now sliding down his chest as Potter looked at him with the same kind of fascinated stare he had given Severus in the Astronomy Tower.
“Oh I don’t know…” Potter’s hand was now rather close to Severus’ belt buckle for comfort and Severus had to clear his throat a little in a desperate attempt to steady his breathing. “I thought we might be able to exchange gifts…keep one another entertained.”
Potter still had one hand on Severus’ abdomen and in the other, he held one of Snape’s snake baubles.
“Fierce looking thing, isn’t he?” Potter looked up at Severus as he played with the bauble, “I bet he’s not so scary really though.”
Potter started hissing in the sibilant language of Parseltongue to the snake on the bauble which stopped carolling and hissed back and Snape had to bite back a groan at the seductive hissing sounds.
Was the dratted boy trying to kill him? The combination of Potter in tights and Pareseltongue really was too much. Well if Potter wanted to play with fire, Severus intended to bloody well burn him.
Severus yanked on Potter’s arm, pulling him behind one of the huge Christmas trees.
“Still feeling brave, Potter?”
Severus crowded the annoying idiot against the wall and pressed the length of his body against Potter so the man could feel his hardness. Harry gulped a little and widened his eyes and then started to smile a slow, cocky grin. Instead of running screaming for a Weasley to save him as Severus had suspected he might, Harry leant in closer brushing his lips very softly against Severus’ lips.
Severus wasn’t sure what Potter was saying because he was hissing again but he really was beyond caring. The sensuous sounds of the soft, elongated syllables sent heat pooling to his groin. As Potter hissed, tiny little puffs of breath came out of the brat’s mouth to caress Severus’ neck in a particularly sensitive spot which sent him arching into Potter with a groan.
“I’d say I’m brave enough to try this, at least.” Potter had pulled back from the damned hissing and before Severus could speak he felt warm, eager lips against his own. Severus gentled the enthusiastic kiss a little, succumbing to Potter’s attempts but encouraging more languid, practiced movements as he pressed hard against Harry, feeling the boy’s arousal through those ridiculous tights.
“I don’t appreciate being teased by an elf, Potter.” Severus pulled up from the kiss and placed his own lips by the shell of Potter’s ear, noticing that Harry wasn’t the only one capable of causing shivers of anticipation through softly spoken whispers.
“I’m not teasing.” Harry looked supremely confident and Severus quirked an eyebrow.
“No?” He let his hand trail down to the prominent bulge at the front of the tights, enjoying the whimpers falling from Harry’s lips. Severus used a practiced hand to slide across the front of the tights in a way he knew ought to drive Potter slightly mad with the need for more. “So you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” Severus dipped his hand inside the tights grasping Harry’s cock firmly and running his thump in small circles just around the tip.
Who would have thought that Potter would have quite such a lovely cock?
“Oh gods no – why the hell would I mind?” Potter let his head fall back against the stone wall and Severus had an overwhelming desire to show Potter once and for all what a dedicated approach to learning could do when applied to all aspects of one’s life.
Severus leant in to kiss Potter, the kind of hot, scorching kiss that promised so very much. As Potter was thoroughly distracted by the kiss and the sliding of their tongues together, Severus pushed the tights down from Harry’s hips gently releasing the boy’s cock so that he could quite literally take Potter more firmly in hand.
As he moved his hand, Severus relished the feeling of velvet skin beneath his palm and the second hand, which had been keeping Harry firmly pinioned against the wall, dipped behind Harry to cup his backside, pulling the boy’s arse from the wall to grant better access. He felt Potter stiffen slightly and he trailed a line of kisses up the boy’s neck to the shell of his ear until he relaxed a little.
“No?”
“I haven’t…”
“Then I won’t. Not here.” The implication of course being that he most probably would in the not too distant future, somewhere else, and Potter clearly understood the implication too as he pushed forward into Severus’ fist with a moan as Severus increased his movements. Making his voice as low and silky as possible, Severus leaned in to Harry’s ear once more with a whisper.
“Tell me Potter…have you ever had anyone’s cock in your mouth?”
“Fuck!” Harry threw his head back with a groan and Severus could feel his hand dampen as the boy came to a shuddering climax. Before Severus could lean in for another enthusiastic Potterish kiss, Harry had dropped to his knees and was scrabbling at the front of Severus’ trousers to release his cock, which was aching hard after being teased by lycra and Parseltongue.
“Potter…” Severus’ voice came in a low growl as Harry rather enthusiastically swallowed him down as far as he could.
“Oh goodness, what a wonderful job my boys have done.”
Just as Potter was doing something so ingenious with his tongue that Severus had to lean back against the wall for support, the familiar Scottish lilt floated across the Great Hall and he stiffened as Potter’s movements stilled.
“It looks wonderful.” Great Merlin, Minerva had brought half of the bloody school with her to observe their handiwork. Severus expected Potter to jump to his feet and had to fight back a deep growl when the mouth which had been giving him such pleasure began working again, quietly but with even more determination, the dratted boy. If only the boy had applied similar efforts to his studies, he could have rivalled Miss Granger.
Severus clutched his hands in Harry’s hair, trying to yank him up but the brat persisted in continuing his task with fervour until Severus simply let his hands tangle gently in the ridiculous mop of hair, urging Potter on in his movements.
“These Christmas trees really are delightful, look at the little crups – how adorable!” Professor Trelawny was right next to the Christmas tree behind which Potter was doing some very good cock-sucking and Severus thanked his lucky stars that the woman had zero psychic ability. Just at that moment Potter pulled back a little, making wonderful little swirls around the tip of Severus’ cock again before diving back down again with enthusiasm.
“What was that?”
“What, Sybil?”
Severus stuffed his fist into his mouth as he felt familiar heat coil in his stomach and Trelawny moved away.
“I thought I heard some sort of groaning noise. I must have been mistaken.”
The assorted staff members left the hall marvelling over the decorations just as Severus reached his climax, thrusting into Harry’s mouth, his knuckles white from clenching in the boy’s hair and the effort to keep quiet.
“You impossible little brat!” Severus hauled Harry to his feet and kissed him soundly, tasting himself on Potter’s lips. Potter kissed back happily, his hands tangled in Severus’ hair.
“So Professor,” Potter’s eyes danced with laughter as he pulled back from the kiss, his arms still hooked around Severus’ neck as he looked at Severus with a broad grin. “Will you dance with me at the Yule Ball tomorrow?”
“Absolutely not,” Severus huffed.
“Will you kiss me under the Mistletoe?”
“No Potter, I do not kiss people under Mistletoe like some kind of lovesick Christmas elf.”
“Will you warm me up if we have a snowball fight?”
“I have no intention of gambolling around in the snow with you, you irritating little twit.”
“Will you buy me candy canes?”
Severus smirked, “Only if you use them to improve your technique.”
“Oh…will you let me come to your quarters now and give you your Christmas present early?”
Severus paused, thinking very carefully.
“That all depends on what the present might be.”
“I think it might very well turn out to be a present for both of us…”
“Oh? And you have it right here with you, I suppose?” Severus quirked an eyebrow as Potter leaned in for a kiss, wiggling against him enthusiastically. Ah, the stamina of the young. Severus felt fairly sure he could give the cheeky brat a run for his money in that regard.
“Well I was rather hoping to give you something I haven’t given to anyone before…”
“I see…and I expect it’s going to take me rather a long time to unwrap?”
“Oh yes,” Harry’s voice was a little breathy, “A very long time indeed, you’ll have to be very careful.”
“And…will this gift be something I can still use after Christmas?” Severus glared at Potter a little bit but his heart wasn’t really in it. He had a horrible feeling that he may be smiling slightly. The sensation was relatively unfamiliar however so he couldn’t be sure.
Potter was nuzzling into his chest before looking up with wide green eyes.
“The gift doesn’t come with a warranty or a use by date. It should pretty much last for as long as you need it, I would say.”
“Well…it sounds like it is going to be rather useful. I expect I shall probably need it quite frequently.” Severus smirked again and pressed his lips lightly to Harry’s murmuring into the kiss, “I do hope I don’t wear it out.”
“Oh, Merlin…!”
“You do know this is very inappropriate behaviour, Mr. Potter, and if you continue to act in such a reckless manner you are going to find yourself in detention an awful lot this year.”
“Brilliant!” Harry breathed into the kiss before pulling his head back slightly and looking up with a laugh. “Looks like you do kiss under Mistletoe after all, Severus.”
A small branch from the tree rested just above the heads of the two men, with a small sprig of Mistletoe on the end twinkling in the light from the tree. Severus was sure there hadn’t been any Mistletoe in the decorations they had both conjured but Hogwarts was a peculiar place after all.
Severus looked down at Potter in those ridiculous tights, appreciating the way the green material accentuated taut muscles and a delightfully firm arse and bent down for another kiss.
“Yes Potter, it rather looks like I do.”
~Fin~
Author: ???
Rating: R
Characters: Harry/Snape
Prompt(s): #8
Warnings: Extreme Holiday Fluff
Summary: Eighth Year student Harry Potter is asked by the Headmistress to assist Severus Snape with bringing a little Christmas cheer to Hogwarts. Unsurprisingly Severus is not very good at spreading Christmas cheer although things begin to look up when he realises there might be way to make the whole experience more bearable…
Word Count: ~4,500
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JKR. I own nothing, no offence intended and no profit being made.
A/N: Thanks to the wonderful C. for the beta.
Snape’s Little Helper
“What is the meaning of this Minerva? Calling me here at this hour of the night, what can possibly be so important – good gods Potter, what the hell are you wearing?”
Harry was standing in Minerva’s office his arms filled with baubles, candy canes and Christmas stockings with his glasses slightly askew. He was dressed almost entirely in Slytherin green. Severus thought the impossible brat looked utterly foolish.
“I’m Santa’s little helper, here to spread some Christmas cheer.” Potter sounded quite cheerful notwithstanding the fact he appeared to be wearing tights.
Oh no, this would not do. This would not do at all.
“Minerva?” Severus’ voice dipped into a low, menacing growl. He had spent many years as a Death Eater and had managed to escape death at the hands of the Dark Lord and his pet snake by relying solely on rather ingenious potion making talents. The voice was one which he typically saved for giving detention and was intended to remind those on the receiving end that Severus Snape was not a nice man.
“Oh Severus, I am so pleased you’re here.” Severus thought that Scottish lilt had never sounded more bloody annoying. “Harry has very kindly agreed to help you with your task.”
“What bloody task?” Severus still couldn’t quite believe Potter was wearing tights.
“To decorate Hogwarts for Christmas, spread some Christmas cheer – you boys will have such fun together!”
Severus thought Potter, impudent brat that he was, might have muttered something along the lines of, “Not bloody likely with that git.”
“Potter, this can’t be your idea of a good time you foolish boy?”
Harry shrugged and looked as though he would rather like to adjust his glasses or his tights but his arms were too full of baubles and Christmas frippery.
“I said I’d help decorate the school, Snape – try to raise a bit of festive spirit. I didn’t realise I was going to have to spread the Christmas cheer with such a miserable arse.”
“Harry – come, that’s no way to speak to your Professor!”
“Sorry.” Harry shrugged and a lone bauble dropped to the floor and rolled towards Severus. He slowly extended out one foot, clad in his usual black boots and brought the bauble to a stop underneath the tip of the boot. He resisted the urge to crunch down on it and then move across the room to throttle Potter.
Severus glared at the bauble underneath his foot and noticed that it had moving snowflakes on it and what appeared to be a cartoon Hippogriff gambolling across the circumference. He thought he was going to be sick.
“Now boys, there’s a lot of work to do before the Yule Ball tomorrow so I suggest you get going.”
Harry and Severus didn’t move, both looking warily at each other.
“Come on Gentlemen, let’s get to work.”
“Oh bloody hell. Are you going to help me with these Snape or what?” Harry gestured to the garish pile of Christmas decorations and Snape moved towards Harry, taking care to billow his robes just so.
“Of course, Potter.” Snape took a couple of stockings and a handful of baubles from the huge pile of decorations in Harry’s arms. “Now come on and stop dawdling, let’s get this over with.”
“I want all of the rooms decorated boys and do be creative with your magic please - you know how I love Christmas.”
Severus gave one last scathing look at Minerva to let her know exactly what his views were on Christmas and swept out of the office as Potter stumbled along behind him.
“For fucks sake Snape, slow down – I’ve got a huge pile of crap in my arms as if you hadn’t noticed and I’m wearing tights.”
“I had noticed, Mr. Potter. They are rather…green.” Severus gave the brat one of his better smirks as the idiot stumbled along behind him huffing and puffing.
“I need somewhere to put this stuff – bloody hell, Snape!” Harry was struggling with everything in his arms and Severus rolled his eyes. How the boy had defeated a Dark Lord, he would never know.
“Great Merlin, Potter – have you never heard of a shrinking charm?”
With a wave of his hand, Snape shrank the huge pile of tinsel and baubles so that they all fitted into one small stocking.
“Brilliant!” Harry breathed and looked up at Severus, “I love magic.”
“Yes, well in that case it’s a shame you appear to be incapable of actually doing any.” Severus sighed and stalked towards the Astronomy Tower. If he angled his elbows just right his cloak would billow around him like a giant cape. That ought to frighten Potter.
“Where should we put the tinsel?”
They reached the Astronomy Tower and Severus wanted to tell the irritating little imp exactly where he should put the tinsel. However, Severus was bigger than that. He smirked at Potter instead and watched as the boy gulped a little.
“Let me, Potter. I honestly wonder what on earth you spent your last seven years at Hogwarts doing other than riding broomsticks and snogging various members of the Weasley family.”
“Hey!” Potter looked angrily at Snape and frowned, “I was trying to kill a bloody Dark Lord, Snape, and it was one Weasley.”
“Of course you were, how could I forget?” Severus allowed his lips to twitch into a small smirk, “I did rather believe I had heard something about the Boy Saviour being caught in flagrante delicto with an orange haired dragon tamer earlier this year.”
The fact that Potter had been caught doing something he shouldn’t was of no surprise to Severus. The fact he had been caught in a compromising position with a man had caused a little more interest.
“How the hell did you know about that?!” It was difficult for Potter to look fierce in green tights, but he tried his very best, annoying Gryffindor that he was.
“I was a spy for many years, Potter – it’s not so very difficult to find out about your conquests even when one has no desire whatsoever to hear about them.” Severus sniffed and flicked his wand so that a little bit of tinsel wrapped itself around Potter’s head as the idiot yelped and grappled to remove it. Despite himself Severus was having quite a lot of fun Potter-baiting.
“For fucks sake Snape, you’re supposed to be decorating the bloody room, not bloody decorating me.”
“I hardly think you require any further decoration, Potter.” Severus deliberately let his eyes trail down towards the green tights with another smirk as he continued to decorate the Astronomy Tower with a lazy hand.
“Bloody hell.” Harry had managed to get the tinsel off his head, his glasses looking slightly askew and his hair sticking up at all angles. “Wow!”
It seemed as if Potter had only just noticed the work Severus had been doing while he grappled with the tinsel. The Astronomy Tower was decorated in sparkling silvers and lush greens. Baubles on a huge tree in the corner of the room were covered in spinning, twisting silver snowflakes and the offensive cutesy reindeer baubles had been transformed so that very stern looking Christmas snakes slithered around the contours, hissing what appeared to be a very gloomy version of ‘Ding Dong Merrily on High’. Severus smirked.
“It is rather good, isn’t it?”
“You’re such a bloody Slytherin, Snape.” Potter looked around with a slight frown on his face and then with a broad grin and a flick of his wand he cast a quick spell.
“Now not everything in the room is Slytherin,” Harry crowed, pointing at Severus with a snort of laughter. Feeling the loss of his rather comfortable robes Severus looked down to see that he was now wearing a burgundy jumper with an enthusiastic golden lion bounding across the front. The lion appeared to have bright green eyes and some sort of lightning bolt on its head. Severus was pleased to note that he still wore his usual black trousers and boots, but the jumper was absolutely insupportable.
“Potter…” he growled, advancing on the boy who was still pointing and laughing and doing a little jig.
“You look like such a Gryffindor, Snape.”
“I warn you…” Snape had drawn his wand and brandished it at Harry who had the good sense to look slightly nervous as he was backed into a wall.
“Careful, Snape – there’s no need to be like that.” Potter looked up at Severus with more than a little trepidation and Severus felt an overwhelming desire to throttle the boy. At the very least Severus could quickly wipe that cocky grin off Potter’s face by kissing the very life out of him, showing him the difference between a fumbling Weasley and a real man.
Oh bugger.
Severus realised he was nose to nose with Potter, who appeared to be breathing slightly raggedly and waiting for Severus’ next move with wide eyes. Severus had no idea where that last thought had come from but it simply would not do to think of Potter like that. He removed himself from the situation as best he could with what he suspected was a menacing scowl in Potter’s direction, putting a little more distance between them.
“Come on Potter, you imbecile, I suppose we should decorate the Great Hall next.” Severus wished he had his robe on so that he could billow effectively and forget all about the fact he had very nearly snogged the living daylights out of Potter. He supposed he could change the jumper back to his usual imposing robes but he suspected Potter would only change the robes straight back again. Severus had no desire to get into a war of de-robing with Potter. Merlin only knew where such activities might lead.
“Coming,” Potter was looking a little dazed and appeared to be adjusting his tights. Severus averted his eyes from the frankly obscene picture Potter made and with a sniff, began to stalk downstairs towards the Great Hall.
“Well do hurry up.”
Potter was tripping after Severus still clutching the small stocking full of Christmas decorations. Severus noted that he still hadn’t managed to adjust his glasses and resisted the urge to reach out and place them at a less dishevelled angle. If Potter wanted to walk around looking like a Slytherin House elf that had just rolled out of bed that was entirely his choice.
As they reached the Great Hall, Severus noted that Potter was looking slightly awestruck by the size of the place. “This is going to take us forever!”
“Potter - I was a spy for the Order for numerous years and somehow despite your utter ineptitude, you managed to rid the Wizarding World of one of the most powerful wizards of all time. You are surely not intimidated by a little bit of tinsel?”
Severus waved his hand lazily and watched as the twelve Christmas trees in the hall were draped in sparkling silvers and greens, the miserable looking snakes back to sing their depressing carols and looking very annoyed about the whole thing.
“You can’t decorate everything in Slytherin colours, Snape, for Merlin’s sake!” Harry waved his wand so that the trees were evenly split between the four house colours, the Hufflepuff baubles covered with excited crups bouncing around on the yellow background.
Snape sneered at positively jolly scene in front of him. The ceiling of the Great Hall had started snowing and the various baubles were competing with each other, singing different Christmas carols in warbles and hisses. Potter was flicking his wand to decorate the walls with unbearably cute Hippogriffs gambolling through the snow, nuzzling each other and flying around the walls of the hall. Hundreds of candles burst into flame and cast a warm glow as Potter continued to decorate the staff table with strands of colourful tinsel and fake snow. It was all so…Christmassy.
Severus felt nauseous. He was sure he could hear the Potter-lion on his jumper purring as it nestled into a little ball in the burgundy wool with a yawn.
“Potter this is absolutely hideous.” Severus was scowling around the Great Hall, cursing the fact he would be expected to eat in the damned place for the next few weeks.
Potter was looking around blinking owlishly and looking slightly awestruck, “I think it looks bloody brilliant!”
“Humph.”
Potter had arched his neck, craning his head back to look at the ceiling as snowflakes fluttered and danced around the cool afternoon sky.
“I love snow…”
“Oh Potter, do shut up.” Severus waved his hand, silencing the bloody baubles in their carolling. The sudden silence was deafening and Severus turned to watch as Potter wrapped his arms around himself and looked around the Great Hall with obvious delight. The broad, lopsided grin on Harry’s face as he admired his own handiwork was doing all sorts of things to Severus that he simply refused to acknowledge. Those bloody tights which showed off taut muscular thighs were certainly not helping matters.
“Are you always so miserable Snape, even at Christmas?”
“Especially at Christmas, Potter – it is simply an excuse for foolish witches and wizards to spend money on ridiculous gifts that nobody wants and drink too much firewhiskey.”
“Do you not like getting presents, Professor?”
Harry was watching Severus very carefully now and had turned to face him. Severus certainly wasn’t about to tell the impudent little brat that he typically received very few presents, just the odd bottle of firewhiskey and a couple of howlers from people who didn’t believe former Death Eaters should be allowed to celebrate Christmas.
Severus sniffed. “I have no desire to receive foolish gifts and sickly sweet candy canes, Potter.”
“Will you be staying at Hogwarts again this year, Professor?”
“Yes Potter, no doubt having to attend to the foolish brats that remain at school for the holidays.”
“Oh. Like me?”
Snape glared, “You are usually more trouble than all of the other students combined, so I imagine your presence will be more irritating than most.”
“Oh, I see. What if I wanted to get you a Christmas present, Professor?”
Severus scowled down at the boy who was standing a little closer to him now. He smelt like grass and chocolate frogs.
“What would you possibly get me, Potter? Some broom polish perhaps?” Snape snickered. He did so enjoy implying that Potter was good for little more than whizzing around the Quidditch pitch.
Potter had his head cocked to one side and appeared to be thinking.
“Have much call for broom polish do you Professor?” Potter really was standing far too close for comfort now the damnable brat. “Perhaps you might like it if we polished our brooms together this Christmas?”
Well that was unexpected.
“What in Merlin’s name are you talking about, you foolish little brat?” Potter had inched even closer and Severus could practically feel the heat from the boy’s body against his own.
“I just thought if you’re spending Christmas alone and I’m spending Christmas alone, perhaps there is something we could do…together?” Potter was now resting his hand very gently indeed on Severus’ Gryffindor jumper and the Potter-lion seemed to be nuzzling into the touch with a gentle purr.
“What on earth makes you think I wish to spend any more time with you over Christmas than is absolutely necessary?” Severus scowled down at Potter but didn’t attempt to remove the brat’s hand, which was now sliding down his chest as Potter looked at him with the same kind of fascinated stare he had given Severus in the Astronomy Tower.
“Oh I don’t know…” Potter’s hand was now rather close to Severus’ belt buckle for comfort and Severus had to clear his throat a little in a desperate attempt to steady his breathing. “I thought we might be able to exchange gifts…keep one another entertained.”
Potter still had one hand on Severus’ abdomen and in the other, he held one of Snape’s snake baubles.
“Fierce looking thing, isn’t he?” Potter looked up at Severus as he played with the bauble, “I bet he’s not so scary really though.”
Potter started hissing in the sibilant language of Parseltongue to the snake on the bauble which stopped carolling and hissed back and Snape had to bite back a groan at the seductive hissing sounds.
Was the dratted boy trying to kill him? The combination of Potter in tights and Pareseltongue really was too much. Well if Potter wanted to play with fire, Severus intended to bloody well burn him.
Severus yanked on Potter’s arm, pulling him behind one of the huge Christmas trees.
“Still feeling brave, Potter?”
Severus crowded the annoying idiot against the wall and pressed the length of his body against Potter so the man could feel his hardness. Harry gulped a little and widened his eyes and then started to smile a slow, cocky grin. Instead of running screaming for a Weasley to save him as Severus had suspected he might, Harry leant in closer brushing his lips very softly against Severus’ lips.
Severus wasn’t sure what Potter was saying because he was hissing again but he really was beyond caring. The sensuous sounds of the soft, elongated syllables sent heat pooling to his groin. As Potter hissed, tiny little puffs of breath came out of the brat’s mouth to caress Severus’ neck in a particularly sensitive spot which sent him arching into Potter with a groan.
“I’d say I’m brave enough to try this, at least.” Potter had pulled back from the damned hissing and before Severus could speak he felt warm, eager lips against his own. Severus gentled the enthusiastic kiss a little, succumbing to Potter’s attempts but encouraging more languid, practiced movements as he pressed hard against Harry, feeling the boy’s arousal through those ridiculous tights.
“I don’t appreciate being teased by an elf, Potter.” Severus pulled up from the kiss and placed his own lips by the shell of Potter’s ear, noticing that Harry wasn’t the only one capable of causing shivers of anticipation through softly spoken whispers.
“I’m not teasing.” Harry looked supremely confident and Severus quirked an eyebrow.
“No?” He let his hand trail down to the prominent bulge at the front of the tights, enjoying the whimpers falling from Harry’s lips. Severus used a practiced hand to slide across the front of the tights in a way he knew ought to drive Potter slightly mad with the need for more. “So you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” Severus dipped his hand inside the tights grasping Harry’s cock firmly and running his thump in small circles just around the tip.
Who would have thought that Potter would have quite such a lovely cock?
“Oh gods no – why the hell would I mind?” Potter let his head fall back against the stone wall and Severus had an overwhelming desire to show Potter once and for all what a dedicated approach to learning could do when applied to all aspects of one’s life.
Severus leant in to kiss Potter, the kind of hot, scorching kiss that promised so very much. As Potter was thoroughly distracted by the kiss and the sliding of their tongues together, Severus pushed the tights down from Harry’s hips gently releasing the boy’s cock so that he could quite literally take Potter more firmly in hand.
As he moved his hand, Severus relished the feeling of velvet skin beneath his palm and the second hand, which had been keeping Harry firmly pinioned against the wall, dipped behind Harry to cup his backside, pulling the boy’s arse from the wall to grant better access. He felt Potter stiffen slightly and he trailed a line of kisses up the boy’s neck to the shell of his ear until he relaxed a little.
“No?”
“I haven’t…”
“Then I won’t. Not here.” The implication of course being that he most probably would in the not too distant future, somewhere else, and Potter clearly understood the implication too as he pushed forward into Severus’ fist with a moan as Severus increased his movements. Making his voice as low and silky as possible, Severus leaned in to Harry’s ear once more with a whisper.
“Tell me Potter…have you ever had anyone’s cock in your mouth?”
“Fuck!” Harry threw his head back with a groan and Severus could feel his hand dampen as the boy came to a shuddering climax. Before Severus could lean in for another enthusiastic Potterish kiss, Harry had dropped to his knees and was scrabbling at the front of Severus’ trousers to release his cock, which was aching hard after being teased by lycra and Parseltongue.
“Potter…” Severus’ voice came in a low growl as Harry rather enthusiastically swallowed him down as far as he could.
“Oh goodness, what a wonderful job my boys have done.”
Just as Potter was doing something so ingenious with his tongue that Severus had to lean back against the wall for support, the familiar Scottish lilt floated across the Great Hall and he stiffened as Potter’s movements stilled.
“It looks wonderful.” Great Merlin, Minerva had brought half of the bloody school with her to observe their handiwork. Severus expected Potter to jump to his feet and had to fight back a deep growl when the mouth which had been giving him such pleasure began working again, quietly but with even more determination, the dratted boy. If only the boy had applied similar efforts to his studies, he could have rivalled Miss Granger.
Severus clutched his hands in Harry’s hair, trying to yank him up but the brat persisted in continuing his task with fervour until Severus simply let his hands tangle gently in the ridiculous mop of hair, urging Potter on in his movements.
“These Christmas trees really are delightful, look at the little crups – how adorable!” Professor Trelawny was right next to the Christmas tree behind which Potter was doing some very good cock-sucking and Severus thanked his lucky stars that the woman had zero psychic ability. Just at that moment Potter pulled back a little, making wonderful little swirls around the tip of Severus’ cock again before diving back down again with enthusiasm.
“What was that?”
“What, Sybil?”
Severus stuffed his fist into his mouth as he felt familiar heat coil in his stomach and Trelawny moved away.
“I thought I heard some sort of groaning noise. I must have been mistaken.”
The assorted staff members left the hall marvelling over the decorations just as Severus reached his climax, thrusting into Harry’s mouth, his knuckles white from clenching in the boy’s hair and the effort to keep quiet.
“You impossible little brat!” Severus hauled Harry to his feet and kissed him soundly, tasting himself on Potter’s lips. Potter kissed back happily, his hands tangled in Severus’ hair.
“So Professor,” Potter’s eyes danced with laughter as he pulled back from the kiss, his arms still hooked around Severus’ neck as he looked at Severus with a broad grin. “Will you dance with me at the Yule Ball tomorrow?”
“Absolutely not,” Severus huffed.
“Will you kiss me under the Mistletoe?”
“No Potter, I do not kiss people under Mistletoe like some kind of lovesick Christmas elf.”
“Will you warm me up if we have a snowball fight?”
“I have no intention of gambolling around in the snow with you, you irritating little twit.”
“Will you buy me candy canes?”
Severus smirked, “Only if you use them to improve your technique.”
“Oh…will you let me come to your quarters now and give you your Christmas present early?”
Severus paused, thinking very carefully.
“That all depends on what the present might be.”
“I think it might very well turn out to be a present for both of us…”
“Oh? And you have it right here with you, I suppose?” Severus quirked an eyebrow as Potter leaned in for a kiss, wiggling against him enthusiastically. Ah, the stamina of the young. Severus felt fairly sure he could give the cheeky brat a run for his money in that regard.
“Well I was rather hoping to give you something I haven’t given to anyone before…”
“I see…and I expect it’s going to take me rather a long time to unwrap?”
“Oh yes,” Harry’s voice was a little breathy, “A very long time indeed, you’ll have to be very careful.”
“And…will this gift be something I can still use after Christmas?” Severus glared at Potter a little bit but his heart wasn’t really in it. He had a horrible feeling that he may be smiling slightly. The sensation was relatively unfamiliar however so he couldn’t be sure.
Potter was nuzzling into his chest before looking up with wide green eyes.
“The gift doesn’t come with a warranty or a use by date. It should pretty much last for as long as you need it, I would say.”
“Well…it sounds like it is going to be rather useful. I expect I shall probably need it quite frequently.” Severus smirked again and pressed his lips lightly to Harry’s murmuring into the kiss, “I do hope I don’t wear it out.”
“Oh, Merlin…!”
“You do know this is very inappropriate behaviour, Mr. Potter, and if you continue to act in such a reckless manner you are going to find yourself in detention an awful lot this year.”
“Brilliant!” Harry breathed into the kiss before pulling his head back slightly and looking up with a laugh. “Looks like you do kiss under Mistletoe after all, Severus.”
A small branch from the tree rested just above the heads of the two men, with a small sprig of Mistletoe on the end twinkling in the light from the tree. Severus was sure there hadn’t been any Mistletoe in the decorations they had both conjured but Hogwarts was a peculiar place after all.
Severus looked down at Potter in those ridiculous tights, appreciating the way the green material accentuated taut muscles and a delightfully firm arse and bent down for another kiss.
“Yes Potter, it rather looks like I do.”
~Fin~
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Date: 2011-12-03 06:48 pm (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2011-12-03 10:24 pm (UTC)*read twice and saved to Memories*
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Date: 2011-12-04 01:56 am (UTC)Good job, mystery author!
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Date: 2011-12-04 05:21 am (UTC)Nice job with this! :)
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Date: 2011-12-04 05:24 am (UTC)The Snapishness was a very good and Potter's enthusiasm quite festive. Lol
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Date: 2011-12-04 08:08 pm (UTC)Thank you. <3
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