Fic: Dream Lover
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alisanneTitle: Dream Lover
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Ron Weasley (sort of)
Summary: Ron eats and dreams.
Word Count: 1100
Warnings: Dream sex.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day thirty one prompt(s) used: Where do we begin?, Crisps, Bagel.
Kink: Dream sex.
This pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
akatnamedeaster. I didn't think I could manage it, but I then cobbled this thing together. *g*
Betas:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Dream Lover
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“Honestly, Ron! Will you stop eating?”
Ron, his mouth full of prawn crisps, shrugged. “Why should I?” he asked once he could speak. “I’m hungry and the food’s all great here.”
Hermione huffed. “You’re going to have nightmares if you keep up like this. Haven’t you had enough?”
Ron eyed the buffet table, which was fairly groaning under the weight of the food on display. There were still several things he hadn’t yet tried. He shook his head. “Those bagels with the cream cheese on look good, and I haven’t even got to the pudding yet--”
Shaking her head, Hermione spun on her heel. “On your head be it, then. Just don’t wake me up when you end up with a stomachache and bad dreams.”
Ron watched her go, then, shrugging, refilled his plate. He hated Ministry balls, and the only thing that made them worth attending was the food. After he’d refilled his plate, he leaned against the wall, watching people.
Harry was there of course, as was Kingsley. Even Malfoy had shown up, his new wife on his arm. As he people watched, Ron idly wondered when Harry would get married. He had been dating Snape, but Ron was sure that wouldn’t last. Maybe he’ll move on soon. He can do better.
A moment later, Ron grinned. Think of the devil! While he had been scanning the room, someone had walked up to Harry and started talking. They were huddled in the corner together, looking very intimate. Huh. Maybe Harry has a new love interest. About time.
Tilting his head, Ron pursed his lips. Whoever the bloke was, they had a very fine arse. I wouldn’t mind getting my hand on that.
When the person turned around showing their face, however, Ron’s mouth dropped open. Bloody hell! That’s Snape!
Harry, spotting Ron, waved and started towards him, arm in arm with Snape. By they time they got to Ron, he had composed himself. “Hey, Ron. You made it.”
Ron stuffed another bagel in his mouth so he wouldn’t be able to answer. “Mmf.”
Harry laughed. “Right. I see you’re busy, so we’ll leave you to it. See you later.”
Snape, placing his hand proprietarily over Harry’s, inclined his head. “Mr Weasley.”
As they moved off, Ron’s eyes again dropped to check out Snape’s arse. He groaned. Even knowing it was Snape’s arse didn’t seem to matter. It was still bloody fine. Fucking hell. I need a drink.
Hermione found him by the bar and, shaking her head, took the glass from his hand and set it down. “Right, that’s it,” she said, steering him towards the door. “I’m taking you home.”
Ron, pleasantly buzzed, didn’t argue, he simply let her lead him away. Although he did manage to steal another glimpse of Snape’s arse on the way out.
Once home, Hermione shoved him towards bed. “I’d tell you to take a shower but you’d probably drown,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not drunk!” protested Ron, but when she shoved him into bed he was asleep in moments.
Firm hands caressed him, stroking him to hardness, and Ron hummed. “Thought you wouldn’t want to tonight,” he murmured.
His lover didn’t answer, they simply sped up their strokes until Ron was trembling, on the brink of coming, and then they stopped.
“Oi! That’s not fai--Oh fuck!” Ron moaned as long fingers breached his hole, sliding in and out rhythmically. “’Mione, what are you--?”
When two fingers slid in, however, he stopped protesting. It felt good, and since they seemed to know exactly how to caress his prostate, Ron wasn’t about to argue. Instead, he pushed back against the fingers, wordlessly encouraging more.
She must have broken out the strap-on, he thought hazily as he felt something larger nudging his hole, and as it thrust in, he moaned. It felt quite lifelike as it sat inside him throbbing. She must have switched brands.
Ron didn’t protest as he was rolled onto his stomach, his hips were pulled up, and hands parted his arse cheeks. And as the thick, oiled cock started sliding in and out, he pressed his face into his pillow and groaned. Fuck but it felt good to be filled, to have bollocks slapping the back of his arse as his lover moved.
A hand slid around him to stroke his cock again and Ron’s pleasure spiked higher. She’s been reading up!
Teeth scraped his neck and a low, dark voice murmured, “Enjoying yourself?”
Ron’s eyes flew open. He knew that voice and it wasn’t Hermione. It was... “Snape?” he choked out.
As if in reply, the cock drilling in and out of him sped up, and Ron arched his back as his orgasm rushed over him. He spilled over Snape’s hand onto the sheets, clenching his muscles around Snape’s cock.
Snape growled, his rhythm going ragged as he fucked in and out a few more time before shoving deep and shuddering against Ron’s back. Wetness slowly seeped from his arse and into the mattress.
“Well,” murmured Snape as he withdrew. “Who knew you had this in you, Weasley?” He laughed darkly. “Had me in you, I should say.”
Ron groaned. “Oh my God! How are we ever going to explain this to Harry and Hermione?”
“Explain what?”
Ron, trying to turn over, felt as if he was moving in treacle. “This--”
A hand turned him over and Ron found himself staring up into Hermione’s face. “What?” she said, tone irritated.
“Um-” Where could he begin?
Fortunately, he didn’t have to say anything. She raised an eyebrow. “You had a nightmare, didn’t you?”
Ron bit his lip. “Not exactly--”
Understanding dawned in her eyes and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, honestly, Ron. You’ve messed up the sheets again!” Rolling her eyes, she reached for her wand, cleaning him and the sheets. “I’m not going to say I told you so,” she continued as Ron slowly exhaled. “But I did! Maybe next time you’ll listen to me--”
As he half listened to Hermione’s lecture, Ron mentally vowed to never overeat at another Ministry ball. Although, he thought as he settled back to sleep, I’ll never think Harry could do better again.
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Ron Weasley (sort of)
Summary: Ron eats and dreams.
Word Count: 1100
Warnings: Dream sex.
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day thirty one prompt(s) used: Where do we begin?, Crisps, Bagel.
Kink: Dream sex.
This pairing was suggested by
akatnamedeaster. I didn't think I could manage it, but I then cobbled this thing together. *g*Betas:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Dream Lover
~
“Honestly, Ron! Will you stop eating?”
Ron, his mouth full of prawn crisps, shrugged. “Why should I?” he asked once he could speak. “I’m hungry and the food’s all great here.”
Hermione huffed. “You’re going to have nightmares if you keep up like this. Haven’t you had enough?”
Ron eyed the buffet table, which was fairly groaning under the weight of the food on display. There were still several things he hadn’t yet tried. He shook his head. “Those bagels with the cream cheese on look good, and I haven’t even got to the pudding yet--”
Shaking her head, Hermione spun on her heel. “On your head be it, then. Just don’t wake me up when you end up with a stomachache and bad dreams.”
Ron watched her go, then, shrugging, refilled his plate. He hated Ministry balls, and the only thing that made them worth attending was the food. After he’d refilled his plate, he leaned against the wall, watching people.
Harry was there of course, as was Kingsley. Even Malfoy had shown up, his new wife on his arm. As he people watched, Ron idly wondered when Harry would get married. He had been dating Snape, but Ron was sure that wouldn’t last. Maybe he’ll move on soon. He can do better.
A moment later, Ron grinned. Think of the devil! While he had been scanning the room, someone had walked up to Harry and started talking. They were huddled in the corner together, looking very intimate. Huh. Maybe Harry has a new love interest. About time.
Tilting his head, Ron pursed his lips. Whoever the bloke was, they had a very fine arse. I wouldn’t mind getting my hand on that.
When the person turned around showing their face, however, Ron’s mouth dropped open. Bloody hell! That’s Snape!
Harry, spotting Ron, waved and started towards him, arm in arm with Snape. By they time they got to Ron, he had composed himself. “Hey, Ron. You made it.”
Ron stuffed another bagel in his mouth so he wouldn’t be able to answer. “Mmf.”
Harry laughed. “Right. I see you’re busy, so we’ll leave you to it. See you later.”
Snape, placing his hand proprietarily over Harry’s, inclined his head. “Mr Weasley.”
As they moved off, Ron’s eyes again dropped to check out Snape’s arse. He groaned. Even knowing it was Snape’s arse didn’t seem to matter. It was still bloody fine. Fucking hell. I need a drink.
Hermione found him by the bar and, shaking her head, took the glass from his hand and set it down. “Right, that’s it,” she said, steering him towards the door. “I’m taking you home.”
Ron, pleasantly buzzed, didn’t argue, he simply let her lead him away. Although he did manage to steal another glimpse of Snape’s arse on the way out.
Once home, Hermione shoved him towards bed. “I’d tell you to take a shower but you’d probably drown,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not drunk!” protested Ron, but when she shoved him into bed he was asleep in moments.
Firm hands caressed him, stroking him to hardness, and Ron hummed. “Thought you wouldn’t want to tonight,” he murmured.
His lover didn’t answer, they simply sped up their strokes until Ron was trembling, on the brink of coming, and then they stopped.
“Oi! That’s not fai--Oh fuck!” Ron moaned as long fingers breached his hole, sliding in and out rhythmically. “’Mione, what are you--?”
When two fingers slid in, however, he stopped protesting. It felt good, and since they seemed to know exactly how to caress his prostate, Ron wasn’t about to argue. Instead, he pushed back against the fingers, wordlessly encouraging more.
She must have broken out the strap-on, he thought hazily as he felt something larger nudging his hole, and as it thrust in, he moaned. It felt quite lifelike as it sat inside him throbbing. She must have switched brands.
Ron didn’t protest as he was rolled onto his stomach, his hips were pulled up, and hands parted his arse cheeks. And as the thick, oiled cock started sliding in and out, he pressed his face into his pillow and groaned. Fuck but it felt good to be filled, to have bollocks slapping the back of his arse as his lover moved.
A hand slid around him to stroke his cock again and Ron’s pleasure spiked higher. She’s been reading up!
Teeth scraped his neck and a low, dark voice murmured, “Enjoying yourself?”
Ron’s eyes flew open. He knew that voice and it wasn’t Hermione. It was... “Snape?” he choked out.
As if in reply, the cock drilling in and out of him sped up, and Ron arched his back as his orgasm rushed over him. He spilled over Snape’s hand onto the sheets, clenching his muscles around Snape’s cock.
Snape growled, his rhythm going ragged as he fucked in and out a few more time before shoving deep and shuddering against Ron’s back. Wetness slowly seeped from his arse and into the mattress.
“Well,” murmured Snape as he withdrew. “Who knew you had this in you, Weasley?” He laughed darkly. “Had me in you, I should say.”
Ron groaned. “Oh my God! How are we ever going to explain this to Harry and Hermione?”
“Explain what?”
Ron, trying to turn over, felt as if he was moving in treacle. “This--”
A hand turned him over and Ron found himself staring up into Hermione’s face. “What?” she said, tone irritated.
“Um-” Where could he begin?
Fortunately, he didn’t have to say anything. She raised an eyebrow. “You had a nightmare, didn’t you?”
Ron bit his lip. “Not exactly--”
Understanding dawned in her eyes and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, honestly, Ron. You’ve messed up the sheets again!” Rolling her eyes, she reached for her wand, cleaning him and the sheets. “I’m not going to say I told you so,” she continued as Ron slowly exhaled. “But I did! Maybe next time you’ll listen to me--”
As he half listened to Hermione’s lecture, Ron mentally vowed to never overeat at another Ministry ball. Although, he thought as he settled back to sleep, I’ll never think Harry could do better again.
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