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Title: The Move II
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: ~3080
Genre: Flangst, romance.
Warnings: UST, pining.
A/N: Written for [ profile] adventdrabbles' prompts # 26 - 30: Midnight Mass, Reindeer, Plum pudding, Christmas cocktails, and Fireworks. This is a continuation of The Move (LJ/IJ/DW.)
One more prompt and I'll be done! :)
Beta(s): [personal profile] sevfan and [personal profile] emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


The Move II


They settled into a routine over the following few days. Harry would leave Snape breakfast under a Warming Charm in the mornings before heading off for his shift at St Mungo’s, and in the afternoons he often found tea and Christmas biscuits waiting when he got home. Since Kreacher didn’t cook, Harry assumed it was Snape’s doing.

Dinners were a shared affair, with Harry either picking something up on his way home, or coming in to find Snape had put together some delicious meal. It all felt very domestic, especially when Snape would walk around barefoot or in a wifebeater, showing off his bare arms, and Harry had to keep reminding himself that the situation was temporary, that Snape would want to leave eventually, that they weren’t a couple.

Snape went out during the days. Harry wasn’t sure where at first, but when he spotted him one day at St Mungo’s talking to the head of medical potions, he realised the man was probably looking for a job.

After that he kept his ears and eyes open for possible positions Snape could fill. Not that he wanted him out, but Snape was the sort who clearly liked to stay busy.

One day, after Harry had finished his shift early, he wandered by Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. “Hey, Harry!” cried George upon seeing him. “How are you?”

“Great.” Harry smiled upon seeing the crowd of people in the shop. There were kids everywhere and in the back, people were setting off Weasley Whizzbangs and other fake fireworks and watching them explode on the ceiling. “Business seems good.”

“It’s brilliant.” George sighed. “Although Ron picked the worst time to be gone. This is the busiest time of year for us.”

“Looks like you hired some people to help,” Harry said, spotting some new faces behind the counter.

George nodded. “Yeah. Getting cashiers and such isn’t a problem. The issue is I need to be in the lab doing product development, but that leaves no one to watch the shop.”

Harry nodded. “What are you working on these days?”

“Some new sweets and a dream-inducing syrup.” George sighed. “Honestly, I could use Ron back and a decent potions master.”

Harry smiled. “Well, Ron will be back in a week and as for the other, I may have a suggestion—”

“Oh, who?”

“As it happens, Snape’s living with me until he gets his life back together. And he’s looking for a job.”

George raised an eyebrow. “Snape?”

Harry grinned. “Yeah. He used to teach Potions at Hogwarts? Snarky git?”

George smacked his shoulder and laughed. “Prat. Yeah, I remember him. What’s he doing living with you?”

Harry shrugged. “He needed a place to stay, and I have plenty of room.”

“Hm hm.” George smirked. “So this has nothing to do with your crush on the Half-Blood Prince?”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What the—How did you know about that?”

George rolled his eyes. “Like Ron can keep a secret? Please.”

Harry groaned. “Does your entire family know?”

“Not Ginny.” George winked. “Although I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered. “Kill me now.”

George grinned. “It’s not so bad. Although we do have bets on the outcome.”

Harry held up a hand. “I don’t want to know.”

“Okay, although, for what it’s worth, my money’s on you, mate.” George patted him on the back. “Anyway, do you think Snape would agree to work with me?”

“All I can do is ask him,” Harry said. “If he’s interested, I’ll bring him by.”

“Great.” George nodded. “I think he’ll be impressed with the operation.”

“It takes a lot to impress him,” Harry warned.

“I remember.” George didn’t look worried. “Hey, want to see our latest gag product? They’re charmed reindeer that fly. Great for Christmas trees—”

When Harry got home, Snape was in the sitting room reading the Prophet. “Anything good in there?” he joked, nodding at the paper.

Snape rolled his eyes. “Is there ever? I am simply perusing the help wanted section.”

Harry smiled. “About that. How would you feel about a job in retail?” And after Harry explained what he meant, Snape hummed.

“The Weasley twins did always have a knack for innovation,” he said. “I would be willing to meet with him and see if I can offer assistance.”

“Brilliant.” Harry sniffed. “Hey, something smells amazing.”

Snape inclined his head. “I cooked your favourite tonight.”

“Thanks.” Harry smiled. “You don’t always have to cook, you know. I could take a turn.”

Snape smiled faintly. “It’s the least I can do since you are providing me a place to stay.”

After stuffing himself with roast beef, jacket potatoes and roasted veg, Harry pushed back from the table. There was even flaming plum pudding for afters, although Harry said he needed a moment to digest dinner first. “Are you sure you have to move out?” he sighed. “Having someone at home cooking for me has been great.”

Snape stiffened. “Of course I have to move out. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that Ms Lovegood hasn’t visited since I’ve been here. I have no desire to…squelch your courting rituals.”

“My—” Harry blinked at Snape. “I’m not courting Luna.”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Does her father know that? I suspect he would be less than pleased to discover your intentions are not honourable.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Luna’s just my friend, not my girlfriend. I have no intentions towards her, honourable or otherwise!”

“Ah. My…apologies.” Snape stood. “Well, I don’t wish to interfere with your plans to court anyone else, then. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to clean up.”

“You cooked, I should clean,” said Harry, but with a flick of his wand, Snape set the dishes to washing and it was too late. “Oh, er, thanks.”

Inclining his head, Snape left the kitchen and Harry trailed after him thoughtfully. Snape had almost seemed….jealous, but that was impossible, wasn't it? The man was straight. And, shaking his head, Harry dismissed the idea.

Of course George hired Snape, Harry wasn’t surprised by that. What did surprise him was how well the two seemed to get along. Whenever he visited, which seemed to be every day since Snape started there, they’d be huddled over a cauldron, talking softly. If Harry didn’t know very well that both men were straight, he’d have been jealous. Although even that knowledge didn’t prevent him from suffering a twinge or two when he saw them standing so close together.

What bothered him more was when he’d go by and there would be women flirting with Snape. Young women, old women, it didn’t seem to matter, they’d be loitering about the shop, batting their eyelashes at him and annoying Harry. Not that he could blame them. Snape was…well, attractive in an unconventional sort of way.

He wore his hair long, tied back in a tail, and had taken to dressing in Muggle clothes. It gave him a faintly debonair air, and Harry would often catch himself staring at the man’s shoulders, wrists, or hands. He had nice hands.

Harry knew better than to say anything to George, but of course, he noticed anyway. “You could get between him and that blonde,” he said one day when he saw Harry staring. “Something tells me you could take her out.”

“Shut it, you,” Harry muttered, flushing and turning away from Snape in his snug trousers and his fitted white shirt. “How’s business, anyway?”

George smirked. “As good as it was yesterday, and the day before.” Leaning against the counter, he hummed. “It’s weird seeing you every day like this. You never used to be this hands-on a partner.”

“Sorry.” Harry coughed. “I just want to be sure Snape’s doing okay.”

“He’s doing brilliantly.” George shook his head. “You really should say something to him, mate. The way you look at him, he’s going to find out anyway, so if you tell him then at least you control that aspect of it, you know?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Harry said, resolutely not looking at Snape again. “He’s straight, and he loved my mum. He’ll probably fall for some woman soon and move out and everything will sort itself.”

George’s eyes narrowed. “How sure are you that Snape’s straight?”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, I haven’t walked in on him with anyone if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Not where I was going with that, no.” George crossed his arms across his chest. “It’s just…I’ve never seen him check out a woman. In fact, the only one he ever looks at like that is you. I think he fancies you.”

Harry squelched the flare of heat in his chest. It meant nothing. George was wrong. Snape was probably just feeling guilty for curtailing Harry’s non-existent love life. Or something. “You’re mad. I bet you’re mistaken.”

Slowly, George smiled. “Okay, it’s a bet. If I’m right, you’ll owe me, if you’re right, I’ll owe you.”

“You can turn anything into a bet, can’t you?” Harry shook his head. “And how would we even prove that he fancies me without asking him?”

“Easy.” George’s grin was manic. “Bring home a date and see what happens.”

“But I’m not interested in anyone,” Harry said.

“Except Snape,” George reminded him.

Harry coughed. “Which defeats the point of this. I can’t ask him out.”

“Ask who out?” Snape was suddenly there, watching Harry closely.

“No one,” Harry muttered, shooting a glare at George. “And I should go. See you at ho—later, Snape.”

When Harry got outside, he closed his eyes and exhaled. How was he going to keep living with Snape like this? Maybe George was right. Maybe he needed to start dating. And, thoughtful, Harry walked to the Apparition point.

Snape didn’t say anything when he got home, but he did seem to be watching Harry closely. In an attempt to make up for his earlier behaviour, he made dinner, and Snape seemed to appreciate the omelettes. Or at least he ate his without complaint.

The next day, Harry invited one of the other Healers over to his for Christmas cocktails. Nate was a nice enough bloke, and he’d made his interest in Harry obvious ever since Harry’d started at St Mungo’s. When Harry tendered the invitation, he’d said yes immediately.

They had been sitting there sipping Christmas cocktails about twenty minutes when Snape got home.

Harry looked up when Snape walked into the living room.

“I brought home some—” Snape frowned. “Am I interrupting something?

Harry tried to smile, but something about the look on Snape’s face made that difficult. “Er…hey. So this is Nate, he’s another Healer at St Mungo’s. We’re having…drinks.”

“Is that so?” Snape sneered. He looked back over his shoulder and Harry realised he was checking the door. “My apologies. I had no warning. Excuse me.”

When Snape was gone, Nate said, “Is he upset?”

Harry rose. “I’ll just go check,” he said. “Be right back.”

He found Snape in the kitchen, standing at the sink and staring out the window. “Are you all right?” he asked. “You seem upset.”

Snape’s shoulders stiffened. “I’m perfectly fine. Although I would appreciate it if, in future, you wouldn't bring your boyfriends home without notice.”

“He’s not my…I don’t…” Harry exhaled. “I haven’t brought anyone home since you’ve been here!”

“And it’s been a strain, has it?” Snape snarled, turning around to face him. “Well, so sorry to cramp your style, Potter. I’m almost to the point where I can find my own place so that you can bring your whores home whenever you like!”

Harry’s mouth fell open. “Nate’s a nice guy! Don’t talk about him like that.”

“I can speak about him however I choose,” Snape drawled. He started to move past Harry. “And clearly I shall have to Scourgify the furniture before sitting on any of it. Merlin only knows what you two will be doing in there later—”

“You arsehole!” Harry shouted. “How dare you act holier than thou? With all the girls throwing themselves at you at the Wheezes, it’s a wonder you haven’t brought one of them home! Or maybe you don’t need to! Maybe you’re using George’s back room to fuck them all!”

Snape gaped at him. “I don’t fuck girls.”

“Girls, women, whatever you call them—”

Snape leaned in, his face almost touching Harry’s. “I don’t fuck females of any kind, you idiot. I’m gay!”

Harry stared at him. “But…my mother—”

“Was my best friend, my only friend.” Snape stepped back, watching Harry carefully. “I loved her, and for a while fancied myself in love with her. I eventually realised how wrong I was.”

“But…” Harry shook his head. “You can’t be gay.”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “And why’s that?” he asked quietly.

“I—” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “Because you—”

“Harry?” Both Harry and Snape turned to see Nate at the door. “Thanks for the cocktails, but I think I should be going. It looks like you’re…busy.”

Harry opened his mouth to ask Nate to stay, but then closed it. He sighed. “Yeah, sorry, Nate. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Nate smiled. “Sure.” Then, shooting a speculative look at Snape, he left.

“Are you going to let your boyfriend just leave like that?” Snape asked.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend. I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend right now.” Avoiding Snape’s gaze, Harry shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Are you looking for one?”

Harry’s head popped up as he stared at Snape.

“Well?” Snape asked as Harry just stood there.

“Yes,” Harry whispered.

Snape smirked. “What a coincidence. As it happens, I, too, am seeking companionship.”

Harry licked his lips, cheered by the way Snape’s eyes followed his tongue. “Do…do you have anyone specific in mind?”

Snape moved forward. “As a matter of fact, I do. I’ve just been waiting for him to see me in that light.”

Harry’s heart was beating so fast he thought it would pound out of his chest. “Anyone who doesn’t see you as shaggable is blind,” he whispered.

“He does wear glasses,” Snape murmured, plucking Harry’s from his face. “But I’m no sure that’s the problem.”

Harry leaned in. “What do you think it is, then?”

“I shall have to do a thorough evaluation of the problem and let you know—” Snape sighed into Harry’s mouth as they kissed, his tongue snaking out to curl around Harry’s.

Harry pressed up against him, pouring everything he had into the kiss, all his longing, all his yearning. He felt it the moment Snape seemed to understand. The kiss gentled, slowed, became less frantic and more sensual.

Snape walked Harry back until he was up against the counter, Snape’s thigh between his legs. “…can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he muttered between kisses. “…so infuriating…”

“Thought…you were straight…” Harry panted back, his hands sliding up under Snape’s shirt to caress his skin.

Drawing back, Snape smirked into Harry’s eyes. “Obviously I shall have to show you exactly how not straight I am.”

Smiling back, Harry whispered, “Please do.”

They stumbled down the hall, kissing and shedding clothes as thy went. As they started up the stairs, however, Harry pushed away from Snape. “I have to do one thing,” he whispered.

Snape scowled. “Right now?”

Grinning, Harry Summoned a red mitten, and, eyes still on Snape’s, he deliberately hung it over the living room doorknob.

Eyes blazing, Snape reached for him. “Smart,” he said. “As I intend to keep you busy for a while.”

Somehow they made it upstairs, into Harry’s room, onto Harry’s bed. Breath catching, Harry stared up at Snape, whose arms bracketed him. “What do you want?” Snape asked.

“You,” Harry said, dragging his face down for a kiss. “Just you.”

Snape’s eyes softened. “Then you shall have me,” he murmured, and then there was no more talking.

They moved together, learning each other. Harry listened to Snape’s breathing, repeating a caress if it made the other man moan or shiver. Although it was difficult to concentrate when Snape turned him over and his clever fingers slid inside him making him gasp and shake.

When Snape finally pressed his cock against Harry’s sphincter, Harry practically saw stars, and as that thick cock slowly pierced him, opening him up and making him feel sensations he could hardly credit, Harry babbled nonsense, pressing back and begging for more with his body.

Snape obliged him, starting out with slow pushes which morphed into steady thrusting. With almost every slide, he nudged Harry’s prostate, making Harry keen.

Face pressed to his pillow, Harry tried to rub himself against the bed, to get some sort of sensation against his aching erection, but Snape wouldn’t even allow that. Hauling Harry’s hips towards him, Snape had him up on his knees as he pounded into him, his thrusts going ragged as he neared his completion.

With a low cry, Snape came, his hips stuttering against Harry’s as he emptied himself inside him, his forehead pressed to the centre of Harry’s back.

Harry was so close. Whimpering, he blindly reached for his own cock, only to have his hand be batted away. The moment Snape’s fingers closed around him, Harry shouted, and it took only three or four strokes and Harry was coming, spurting all over the sheets and Snape’s hand.

Together, they collapsed. Harry gasped for air and tried to gather his thoughts enough to cast a cleaning charm on the bed.

Snape beat him, however. Harry felt the charm tingle over him, felt the sheets under him dry, and he smiled.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“The least I could do,” Snape murmured in his ear. “As you hosted in your bed.”

Laughed bubbled up inside Harry. “Does this mean you’re hosting in your bed next?”

Snape snorted, positioning Harry so that he was tucked into Snape’s body. “If you think I have the energy to move over to my bed tonight, you are sadly mistaken.”

Harry giggled. “It’s early! We haven’t even had dinner yet.”

Snape’s arms tightened around him. “Oh, I know exactly what I plan on eating,” he purred.

And later, as Snape ate his arse to the sound of church bells ringing in the distance signaling Midnight Mass, Harry could only marvel at how perfectly his holiday had turned out.



Date: 2017-05-01 02:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] teryarel
Hm. I guess my comment is a wee bit late, but someone said - better late than never! ^^

Anyway, I stumbled upon this notification when I was cleaning up my inbox. It seems I never got round to reading and reviewing it. But I did now.

It's so sweet to see them dancing around one another. :) I wonder what George will name as 'prize' for the won bet. Poor Nate - I think he knows that he has no chance. (Belated) Thank you!


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