Fic: Filling in the Gaps
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mini_festTitle: Filling in the Gaps
Author: ???
Rating: R/Adult
Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Prompt(s): #49 / When Teddy (James/Albus/or Lily) comes down with dragon pox (or whatever), Harry goes to Snape for the cure. Romance ensues.TM ;)
Warnings: *Frottage *
Summary: Harry tries to make amends for the gaps in his knowledge of the Wizarding world.
Word Count: 2,250
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. No money is made off this fanfiction.
Harry trudged through the heavy snow from where he'd Apparated towards the dark silhouette of cottage. The surrounding forest was silent, the cloudless sky filled with stars that Harry didn't have the time or energy to notice. Teddy was ill and it was all Harry's fault, now he had to rectify the situation despite the fact that it was Christmas Eve. His ignorance had caused the problem, but it was no excuse and did nothing to resolve the problem.
There was nothing warm or welcoming about this residence, despite its picturesque setting. Harry's breath came out in visible clouds as he approached, fighting the sickening feeling in his stomach as the tingle of magical wards brushed against his skin. There was no reason for the man to help him, no reason he should help the son of the man who had almost killed him, but Harry could only hope that he could make a bargain that would tempt him.
He didn't hold out much hope, especially when it was Severus Snape he was dealing with.
A torch flared beside the heavy wooden door as Harry raised his hand to knock, his other hand wrapped around his wand. Feeling idiotic, Harry rapped softly and stepped back, straightening his robes. Nothing happened. Leaning forward, Harry knocked again, this time harder, standing directly in front of the door. Again, there was only silence.
Harry stood for a long time, staring at the door, before he blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. Instinctively, he knew Snape was inside and Harry had no doubt that the man knew who was on his doorstep. It would be idiotic to continue pounding on the door and Harry suspected that woven into the protective fields was a spell that would eject him if he attempted to use magic. Pulling his heavy cloak tighter around him, Harry wished he'd renewed the Warming Charm before he'd started out tonight.
Shifting around, Harry looked up at the clear sky, his eyes automatically searching out Orion's Belt. One thing Auror training had infused in him was patience and, finding the Dog Star, Harry willed his muscles to relax. He needed Snape and his ability to brew difficult and obscure potions in order to put Teddy to rights, so the toddler could enjoy his Christmas. Harry knew it was his fault that his godson was ill and he would wait until Snape felt he'd done sufficient penance. Despite Harry's role in the exoneration of the former Headmaster, Harry was under no illusions that Snape might have developed any fondness for him.
At least Snape had managed to recover from his wounds and move on, unlike Harry. Ron and Hermione had moved in together and gotten engaged. Ginny and Neville were still together and both headed to university now that Ginny was as done at Hogwarts. George had had a more difficult time, but he was slowly coming out of his depression with Angelina's help. Bill and Fleur were expecting their first child in the spring.
Harry shared custody of Teddy with his grandmother, having moved them into Grimmauld Place after the war. Instead of retaking his seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry had gone through an intense three-month study program with Hermione and Ron. He'd taken his NEWTs in time to join the new academy class at the Ministry Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Between studying and caring for his godson, Harry had spent eighteen months in a haze, not moving on as the others had.
The flutter in his stomach couldn't be put down to the cold that was slowly seeping through his cloak. Harry had never gotten over his admiration of the Half-Blood Prince or the fascination with Severus Snape, especially since he'd watched Snape attacked and viewed his memories. Hermione called Snape his crush, much to Ron's amusement and Harry's embarrassment, especially as Snape seemed to star in most of Harry's erotic dreams.
Hermione believed that Harry was fixated because Snape was the only person Harry knew who hadn't fawned over him, or used their connection to Harry to further their own agenda. Snape had done the opposite, refusing to speak with Harry during his trial or return his letters once he'd been exonerated. Harry had given up trying about a year ago, but had quietly kept Snape under his protection. Kingsley Shacklebolt had offered himself as a liaison, hinting at a past close relationship, which would keep Snape from questioning his interest, making Harry seethe with jealousy.
Tilting his head back, Harry focused on Sirius as it twinkled, wondering how he'd managed to defeat Voldemort when he'd been so incredibly naïve. Thinking back over things, Harry had come to realize that his godfather and best friend, Remus Lupin, had been lovers, at least during their Hogwarts days. He'd not had a mother's guidance or instruction, hadn't known anything about Wizard traditions, and had probably been the only thirteen-year-old at Hogwarts who didn't know how to wank! The picture of James Potter's face, pink with embarrassment, loomed in Harry's mind, but, sadly, Harry could only imagine what a father-son talk would have been like.
Harry shivered, pulling his cloak even tighter, dropping his head until his chin touched his chest. His sigh sent up cloud of frosty breath. He wasn't trying to shirk the blame, accepting that it was his ignorance that had put Teddy in jeopardy, but now Harry needed to put it right. Just as he needed to try and make up for failing to know that Father Christmas actually brought gifts to all children. It seemed like he'd failed at so many things, simply because he didn't know about them.
Clenching his teeth to stop their chattering, Harry tried to will himself warm, silently pleading with Snape to at least listen to him. He tried to stamp his feet, but they felt heavy and clumsy, not doing what Harry wanted. His head was foggy and Harry couldn't stop shivering, wondering how long he'd been there.
The door was ripped open from the inside. "Potter! What manner of an idiot are you?" Snape snapped, reaching out to grab a fistful of Harry's cloak and yank him inside.
Harry's legs wouldn't work and he stumbled, crying out as he grabbed on to Snape. "I…please…Teddy…I'll do anything…" For some reason, Harry couldn't quite get his mouth and brain to work right, and he was shaking so hard as he tried to stand on his own. "Professor…please…"
Harry felt himself falling, a blackness coming up to meet him. He idly wondered how badly he was going to hurt himself, as he was sure Snape would step back rather than sully his hands on Harry. Uncle Vernon always said that, never touching Harry for fear his abnormality would rub off on him. Maybe he wouldn't feel it…
~~~**~**~~~
Harry tried to get closer to the warmth that enfolded him, his dreams having been full of both bad and wonderful images. The nightmares had thrown him back into the cupboard at the Dursleys’, the freezing winters with only his threadbare blanket, the Christmases with no gifts for him, the rough hands jerking him around, and being told how stupid he was. Intermingled were dreams of being held, gentle hands caring for him, and a soft voice reassuring him. In his dreams, Harry had the man of his desires in his arms, rubbing against the thigh pressed between his legs, and an equally hard cock rubbing against his hip. If Harry could just hold onto Snape…
"If you had any idea how much you prattled on in your sleep, Potter…"
Stiffening, Harry tried to move, only to discover he was held fast against a warm male chest. The thigh between his legs was real, as were both erections. Harry held very still, trying to figure out a way to escape, mortified by what he might have revealed. The last thing he would do was embarrass himself further by struggling.
"What happened?" Harry mumbled, his tongue feeling thick.
"Which aspects are you inquiring about; the portion where you inexplicably loitered on my doorstep until you were half frozen or after you swooned in my entry hall?"
Was that amusement Harry heard in Snape's dry tone? "The part that lands me naked in your bed." Harry swore he felt Snape's cock twitch against his hip.
"Flesh to flesh slow warming of a hypothermia patient is still the preferred course of treatment for both Muggles and wizards," Snape informed him briskly, one hand lifting from Harry's waist to press against his forehead. "Do you still feel ill?"
"No, just a bit foggy is all," Harry answered truthfully, relaxing a little into Snape's hold.
"What exactly was so vital that you would willingly suffer my wrath by showing up here uninvited?"
Harry flushed with guilt and lifted his head to meet Snape's eyes in the dimly lit room. "I need the curative potion for dragon pox, but can't find anyone who still brews it."
"After exposure?" Snape gave him an incredulous look. "That potion isn't needed anymore as no one is stupid enough not to inoculate a child against such a virulent illness."
His face flaming with shame, Harry tried to push away from Snape, who had no trouble restraining him. "I…" Harry stopped struggling, sagging against Snape. "I didn't know that babies needed them," he whispered brokenly. "Andromeda trusted me with her grandson while she helped her sister rebuild her family after the war, and I failed them both."
Harry expected to be pushed away, to hear the scorn in Snape's voice, but neither happened.
"Why didn't you know about being inoculated against illnesses?" Snape's voice was even, but there was an underlying tone.
Wondering now about the dreams he'd had and how much he'd babbled, Harry chose his words carefully. "My aunt took Dudley to the doctor when he was sick; but I never knew you could prevent catching something."
"And when you were sick, you were sent to your…cupboard?"
The arm holding Harry tightened fractionally and a shiver ran through him. "Yes, Madam Pomfrey was the first medical person I'd ever been to."
"Lily would have seen to it that you had all your proper baby vaccines," Snape told him. "And the other things you were going on about in your sleep, Potter? Were they also truths?"
Harry only had a muddled impression of nightmares and yearnings, but everything he remembered was true. "Yes, what I can recall was all true."
"Indeed," Snape murmured, his voice a low purr. "Your godson is in the first stage of dragon pox, correct?"
"Yes, onset this afternoon, but…" Harry faltered as Snape shifted them around, wishing he had his glasses so he could really see the man's expression.
"Then we have a moment to gauge your response to this."
Harry lifted his head as Snape tugged him even closer, brushing his lips over Harry's once before covering Harry's with his own. Harry's body reacted instantly, his half-hard cock immediately filling as the tip of Snape's tongue traced the seam of Harry's lips. With a groan, Harry opened to him, meeting the invasion with tentative strokes of his own. Snape tasted good, unique, and Harry liked it. Their tongues entwined and Harry couldn't seem to get enough, trying to tug Snape even closer.
One of them moaned, maybe even both, as Snape rolled over on top of Harry, one hand on his arse and the other threading through the hair at the back of Harry's neck. Snape devoured Harry, kissing him hard. Harry wormed a hand in between them, emboldened by Snape as his tongue darted in and out, mimicking the shagging Harry often dreamt of doing. Aligning his cock with Snape's, Harry gasped as they slid together, a ripple of arousal flooding through him. Letting his fingers trace Snape's heavy, thick cock, Harry wrapped his hand around both of them and squeezed gently. Snape bucked, Harry swallowing his deep groan as he kissed back almost desperately.
Snape dragged his mouth off Harry's, thrusting against him. "Harry!" he ground out.
His name, uttered in a tone that sent a shiver down Harry's spine, pushed him over the edge, and Harry felt he was living out one of his fantasies as his orgasm slammed into him. "Severus!"
Sticky warmth flowed between them and Harry could only hold fast to Severus. Heavy breathing and the prickle of a silent Cleansing Spell were the only activities for several long moments. As his heart rate returned to a semblance of normal , Harry sighed deeply, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of Severus' skin.
"So," he said, in what he hoped was a conversational tone. "Once we put Teddy to rights, do you think we could do this again? A lot?"
Severus stiffened beneath him. "Perhaps, depending on your motivation."
Harry smiled, tracing across Severus' Adam's apple. "I was hoping that you might be able to fill in the gaps in my education, you know, Wizarding traditions, and such."
"For how long, Harry?" Severus snapped.
The tone actually broadened Harry's smile into a grin. He wanted to make sure this meant as much to Severus as it did to him. "Oh, probably decades – you know how thick I am, Severus." Harry loved the way that name felt on his tongue.
"Indeed."
Severus' smirk came through and Harry was sure he felt a kiss on his temple. Perhaps this was a long-overdue gift from Father Christmas, Harry decided happily.
~fin~
Author: ???
Rating: R/Adult
Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Prompt(s): #49 / When Teddy (James/Albus/or Lily) comes down with dragon pox (or whatever), Harry goes to Snape for the cure. Romance ensues.TM ;)
Warnings: *Frottage *
Summary: Harry tries to make amends for the gaps in his knowledge of the Wizarding world.
Word Count: 2,250
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. No money is made off this fanfiction.
Harry trudged through the heavy snow from where he'd Apparated towards the dark silhouette of cottage. The surrounding forest was silent, the cloudless sky filled with stars that Harry didn't have the time or energy to notice. Teddy was ill and it was all Harry's fault, now he had to rectify the situation despite the fact that it was Christmas Eve. His ignorance had caused the problem, but it was no excuse and did nothing to resolve the problem.
There was nothing warm or welcoming about this residence, despite its picturesque setting. Harry's breath came out in visible clouds as he approached, fighting the sickening feeling in his stomach as the tingle of magical wards brushed against his skin. There was no reason for the man to help him, no reason he should help the son of the man who had almost killed him, but Harry could only hope that he could make a bargain that would tempt him.
He didn't hold out much hope, especially when it was Severus Snape he was dealing with.
A torch flared beside the heavy wooden door as Harry raised his hand to knock, his other hand wrapped around his wand. Feeling idiotic, Harry rapped softly and stepped back, straightening his robes. Nothing happened. Leaning forward, Harry knocked again, this time harder, standing directly in front of the door. Again, there was only silence.
Harry stood for a long time, staring at the door, before he blew out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. Instinctively, he knew Snape was inside and Harry had no doubt that the man knew who was on his doorstep. It would be idiotic to continue pounding on the door and Harry suspected that woven into the protective fields was a spell that would eject him if he attempted to use magic. Pulling his heavy cloak tighter around him, Harry wished he'd renewed the Warming Charm before he'd started out tonight.
Shifting around, Harry looked up at the clear sky, his eyes automatically searching out Orion's Belt. One thing Auror training had infused in him was patience and, finding the Dog Star, Harry willed his muscles to relax. He needed Snape and his ability to brew difficult and obscure potions in order to put Teddy to rights, so the toddler could enjoy his Christmas. Harry knew it was his fault that his godson was ill and he would wait until Snape felt he'd done sufficient penance. Despite Harry's role in the exoneration of the former Headmaster, Harry was under no illusions that Snape might have developed any fondness for him.
At least Snape had managed to recover from his wounds and move on, unlike Harry. Ron and Hermione had moved in together and gotten engaged. Ginny and Neville were still together and both headed to university now that Ginny was as done at Hogwarts. George had had a more difficult time, but he was slowly coming out of his depression with Angelina's help. Bill and Fleur were expecting their first child in the spring.
Harry shared custody of Teddy with his grandmother, having moved them into Grimmauld Place after the war. Instead of retaking his seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry had gone through an intense three-month study program with Hermione and Ron. He'd taken his NEWTs in time to join the new academy class at the Ministry Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Between studying and caring for his godson, Harry had spent eighteen months in a haze, not moving on as the others had.
The flutter in his stomach couldn't be put down to the cold that was slowly seeping through his cloak. Harry had never gotten over his admiration of the Half-Blood Prince or the fascination with Severus Snape, especially since he'd watched Snape attacked and viewed his memories. Hermione called Snape his crush, much to Ron's amusement and Harry's embarrassment, especially as Snape seemed to star in most of Harry's erotic dreams.
Hermione believed that Harry was fixated because Snape was the only person Harry knew who hadn't fawned over him, or used their connection to Harry to further their own agenda. Snape had done the opposite, refusing to speak with Harry during his trial or return his letters once he'd been exonerated. Harry had given up trying about a year ago, but had quietly kept Snape under his protection. Kingsley Shacklebolt had offered himself as a liaison, hinting at a past close relationship, which would keep Snape from questioning his interest, making Harry seethe with jealousy.
Tilting his head back, Harry focused on Sirius as it twinkled, wondering how he'd managed to defeat Voldemort when he'd been so incredibly naïve. Thinking back over things, Harry had come to realize that his godfather and best friend, Remus Lupin, had been lovers, at least during their Hogwarts days. He'd not had a mother's guidance or instruction, hadn't known anything about Wizard traditions, and had probably been the only thirteen-year-old at Hogwarts who didn't know how to wank! The picture of James Potter's face, pink with embarrassment, loomed in Harry's mind, but, sadly, Harry could only imagine what a father-son talk would have been like.
Harry shivered, pulling his cloak even tighter, dropping his head until his chin touched his chest. His sigh sent up cloud of frosty breath. He wasn't trying to shirk the blame, accepting that it was his ignorance that had put Teddy in jeopardy, but now Harry needed to put it right. Just as he needed to try and make up for failing to know that Father Christmas actually brought gifts to all children. It seemed like he'd failed at so many things, simply because he didn't know about them.
Clenching his teeth to stop their chattering, Harry tried to will himself warm, silently pleading with Snape to at least listen to him. He tried to stamp his feet, but they felt heavy and clumsy, not doing what Harry wanted. His head was foggy and Harry couldn't stop shivering, wondering how long he'd been there.
The door was ripped open from the inside. "Potter! What manner of an idiot are you?" Snape snapped, reaching out to grab a fistful of Harry's cloak and yank him inside.
Harry's legs wouldn't work and he stumbled, crying out as he grabbed on to Snape. "I…please…Teddy…I'll do anything…" For some reason, Harry couldn't quite get his mouth and brain to work right, and he was shaking so hard as he tried to stand on his own. "Professor…please…"
Harry felt himself falling, a blackness coming up to meet him. He idly wondered how badly he was going to hurt himself, as he was sure Snape would step back rather than sully his hands on Harry. Uncle Vernon always said that, never touching Harry for fear his abnormality would rub off on him. Maybe he wouldn't feel it…
Harry tried to get closer to the warmth that enfolded him, his dreams having been full of both bad and wonderful images. The nightmares had thrown him back into the cupboard at the Dursleys’, the freezing winters with only his threadbare blanket, the Christmases with no gifts for him, the rough hands jerking him around, and being told how stupid he was. Intermingled were dreams of being held, gentle hands caring for him, and a soft voice reassuring him. In his dreams, Harry had the man of his desires in his arms, rubbing against the thigh pressed between his legs, and an equally hard cock rubbing against his hip. If Harry could just hold onto Snape…
"If you had any idea how much you prattled on in your sleep, Potter…"
Stiffening, Harry tried to move, only to discover he was held fast against a warm male chest. The thigh between his legs was real, as were both erections. Harry held very still, trying to figure out a way to escape, mortified by what he might have revealed. The last thing he would do was embarrass himself further by struggling.
"What happened?" Harry mumbled, his tongue feeling thick.
"Which aspects are you inquiring about; the portion where you inexplicably loitered on my doorstep until you were half frozen or after you swooned in my entry hall?"
Was that amusement Harry heard in Snape's dry tone? "The part that lands me naked in your bed." Harry swore he felt Snape's cock twitch against his hip.
"Flesh to flesh slow warming of a hypothermia patient is still the preferred course of treatment for both Muggles and wizards," Snape informed him briskly, one hand lifting from Harry's waist to press against his forehead. "Do you still feel ill?"
"No, just a bit foggy is all," Harry answered truthfully, relaxing a little into Snape's hold.
"What exactly was so vital that you would willingly suffer my wrath by showing up here uninvited?"
Harry flushed with guilt and lifted his head to meet Snape's eyes in the dimly lit room. "I need the curative potion for dragon pox, but can't find anyone who still brews it."
"After exposure?" Snape gave him an incredulous look. "That potion isn't needed anymore as no one is stupid enough not to inoculate a child against such a virulent illness."
His face flaming with shame, Harry tried to push away from Snape, who had no trouble restraining him. "I…" Harry stopped struggling, sagging against Snape. "I didn't know that babies needed them," he whispered brokenly. "Andromeda trusted me with her grandson while she helped her sister rebuild her family after the war, and I failed them both."
Harry expected to be pushed away, to hear the scorn in Snape's voice, but neither happened.
"Why didn't you know about being inoculated against illnesses?" Snape's voice was even, but there was an underlying tone.
Wondering now about the dreams he'd had and how much he'd babbled, Harry chose his words carefully. "My aunt took Dudley to the doctor when he was sick; but I never knew you could prevent catching something."
"And when you were sick, you were sent to your…cupboard?"
The arm holding Harry tightened fractionally and a shiver ran through him. "Yes, Madam Pomfrey was the first medical person I'd ever been to."
"Lily would have seen to it that you had all your proper baby vaccines," Snape told him. "And the other things you were going on about in your sleep, Potter? Were they also truths?"
Harry only had a muddled impression of nightmares and yearnings, but everything he remembered was true. "Yes, what I can recall was all true."
"Indeed," Snape murmured, his voice a low purr. "Your godson is in the first stage of dragon pox, correct?"
"Yes, onset this afternoon, but…" Harry faltered as Snape shifted them around, wishing he had his glasses so he could really see the man's expression.
"Then we have a moment to gauge your response to this."
Harry lifted his head as Snape tugged him even closer, brushing his lips over Harry's once before covering Harry's with his own. Harry's body reacted instantly, his half-hard cock immediately filling as the tip of Snape's tongue traced the seam of Harry's lips. With a groan, Harry opened to him, meeting the invasion with tentative strokes of his own. Snape tasted good, unique, and Harry liked it. Their tongues entwined and Harry couldn't seem to get enough, trying to tug Snape even closer.
One of them moaned, maybe even both, as Snape rolled over on top of Harry, one hand on his arse and the other threading through the hair at the back of Harry's neck. Snape devoured Harry, kissing him hard. Harry wormed a hand in between them, emboldened by Snape as his tongue darted in and out, mimicking the shagging Harry often dreamt of doing. Aligning his cock with Snape's, Harry gasped as they slid together, a ripple of arousal flooding through him. Letting his fingers trace Snape's heavy, thick cock, Harry wrapped his hand around both of them and squeezed gently. Snape bucked, Harry swallowing his deep groan as he kissed back almost desperately.
Snape dragged his mouth off Harry's, thrusting against him. "Harry!" he ground out.
His name, uttered in a tone that sent a shiver down Harry's spine, pushed him over the edge, and Harry felt he was living out one of his fantasies as his orgasm slammed into him. "Severus!"
Sticky warmth flowed between them and Harry could only hold fast to Severus. Heavy breathing and the prickle of a silent Cleansing Spell were the only activities for several long moments. As his heart rate returned to a semblance of normal , Harry sighed deeply, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of Severus' skin.
"So," he said, in what he hoped was a conversational tone. "Once we put Teddy to rights, do you think we could do this again? A lot?"
Severus stiffened beneath him. "Perhaps, depending on your motivation."
Harry smiled, tracing across Severus' Adam's apple. "I was hoping that you might be able to fill in the gaps in my education, you know, Wizarding traditions, and such."
"For how long, Harry?" Severus snapped.
The tone actually broadened Harry's smile into a grin. He wanted to make sure this meant as much to Severus as it did to him. "Oh, probably decades – you know how thick I am, Severus." Harry loved the way that name felt on his tongue.
"Indeed."
Severus' smirk came through and Harry was sure he felt a kiss on his temple. Perhaps this was a long-overdue gift from Father Christmas, Harry decided happily.
~fin~
