Fic: To The Letter
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alisanneTitle: To The Letter
Author/Artist:alisanne
Challenge: Written for the 2013![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_getlucky Fest.
Scenario: Harry needs all the luck he can get to pass the Auror entrance test, so he goes to Snape for a potion and finds he doesn't need one to get luck.
Prompt submitted by:lilyseyes
Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: ~3020
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *None that aren't explained by the pairing. ;)*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you to the fabulousemynn for her beta reading assistance, and to my darling lilyseyes for the inspiring prompt. ♥ May the luck of the Irish be with all of us!
Summary: Harry needs a little extra help to prep for his Auror entrance exams, and who better to go to than the Half-Blood Prince, the man who was able to teach him anything?
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To The Letter
~
“It’s not fair,” Ron sighed. “After all those months of hunting Horcruxes and then finally killing Voldemort--”
“That was Harry who did that,” Hermione chimed in.
“Well yeah, but we helped! We could have died, almost did several times, in fact,” Ron huffed. “Anyway, after all our sacrifices, I can’t believe they’re still going to make us take the Auror entrance examinations. Clearly we’re qualified. Hello! We killed Voldemort!”
Hermione drew breath to respond, but Harry interrupted. “They weren’t going to make me take them,” he said quietly, looking up from his book. “But I told them that I wasn’t interested in being in the Aurors unless they treated me like everyone else. I’m tired of special treatment.”
“You--” Ron gaped at him, clearly gobsmacked. “You what? Mate, why would you do that?”
“Well I think Harry made a very wise decision,” said Hermione, patting Harry on the shoulder and glaring at Ron. “Enough people are going to think you two got in only because of favouritism as it is. This way there will be no question that you’ve got what it takes. Plus, no knowledge is wasted.”
Ron was pouting. “It’s not favouritism if you really are special.” He sighed. “Still, maybe we’ll get lucky.” He glanced at Harry. “Harry’s always lucky.”
Harry blinked. “I am?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “If you’d use all your time studying instead of complaining you’d probably pass that test first try and you wouldn’t need luck, Ron.”
“Hardy anyone passes their first try.” Ron shook his head. “It even took Kingsley twice.”
“I’m sure it’s possible if you apply yourself,” Hermione insisted primly. “After all, Alastor Moody did it. And Tonks.”
Huffing and muttering to himself, Ron picked up his Auror text. “Fine! I guess that means I actually have to read this bloody thing?”
“You know, it’s a pity I don’t have a manual with notes in the margins,” Harry said, tone thoughtful. “Snape’s notes really made a huge difference in Potions. He may have been a git, but he was a decent teacher on paper.”
Hermione sniffed. “Oh yes, such a shame you can’t cheat your way into the Aurors.”
Ron snorted. “That wasn’t cheating.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” Hermione snapped, face red.
Ron discreetly rolled his eyes. “Well, unlike when we were taking Potions, you now know the Prince’s identity, Harry.” He chuckled. “Maybe you should see if Snape will tutor you for the exam. If anyone knows Dark Arts, it’s him--”
Harry blinked at him. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” He slammed his book closed. “Do you really think he’d help me?”
“Er--” Ron shot a concerned look at Hermione. “I was kidding, mate.”
Standing up, Harry began gathering his books together. He chuckled. “Oh, I know,” he replied. “But it really isn’t a bad idea. And I have been trying to get in to see him, anyway. This will give me a legitimate reason.”
“But he hasn’t agreed to see anyone in months.” Ron shook his head. “Dad said he’s even refusing to see McGonagall.” He huffed. “Seems to me he’d be at least somewhat grateful to you for testifying on his behalf in front of the Wizengamot, enough that he’d see you, anyway.”
Harry pursed his lips. “Maybe he’ll agree to see me if I say I want to return his memories.”
Ron paused. “I guess it’s worth a try.” He sighed. “Good luck.” He cleared his throat. “And, um, if you do get some good tips for the exam you’ll share, right?”
Hermione huffed. “Oh for--” Smacking Ron on the back of his head, she smiled as he yelped. “Good luck, Harry.”
“Thanks,” Harry said as he left. I’m going to need it.
~
It was easier than Harry thought it would be to get in to see Snape. Of course the trick will be not getting immediately tossed out on my ear, he thought as he approached number fifteen Spinner’s End.
Having decided on the straightforward approach, he’d sent an owl with a very sparsely worded note and, faster than expected, a reply had come. It hadn’t been especially wordy either, just an address and a time, but it’d been written in Snape’s signature scrawl, which Harry recognised from his Potion book.
The neighbourhood was unabashedly Muggle, and Harry, dressed in robes, garnered several suspicious looks as he approached Snape’s door. No one said anything to him, however.
He’d barely knocked when the door opened and he was abruptly pulled inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The hallway was dark and it took Harry’s eyes a moment to adjust. “Snape?” he croaked.
Slender fingers steered him by his shoulders into a sitting area with an overstuffed sofa, an armchair and a roaring fire. “So, Potter,” Snape purred, his breath hot against Harry’s ear. “Your note said you...needed me.”
Harry shivered. “Er, yes. I do.”
“You also mentioned that you had my memories.” Snape’s voice was soft, Harry imagined because of his throat injury, but it had retained its dark, whisky-smooth quality, and it sent tremors down Harry’s spine. “Have you...examined them?”
“Erm, yes,” Harry whispered. He cleared his throat. “Yes! They’re the main reason I managed to defeat Voldemort, and as I explained during your trial, your memories motivated me to face possible death--”
“Ah.” Snape’s grip tightened on him. “Is that all they did?”
Harry flushed. It had been rather frightening how fascinating Snape’s memories had proved. He’d spent countless hours looking at Snape and his mum. “Not...all,” he finally said.
“Indeed.” Snape’s hands slid from Harry’s shoulders down over his arms. “Then you saw the...extra memories I added. Excellent. I’d hoped--”
Harry’s eyes widened. Extra memories? “Er--”
“Come, Potter,” Snape purred, pulling him towards the sofa. “No need to be coy. You used the exact wording that I did in my memory, so you must be here because you return my interest.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he licked his lips, torn. After re-watching the memories, he had found himself becoming a bit more interested in Snape than was probably appropriate, but it was obvious that he’d missed something major. But I am interested-- “Well I--”
“Shh.” Spinning Harry around, Snape stared into his eyes for a long moment. Finally, he smiled. “Inexperience is nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve enough experience for us both.”
Opening his mouth to confess his ignorance of what was happening, Harry moaned as it was filled with Snape’s tongue and all other thought spiralled away.
Snape kissed with his whole body, his hands roaming Harry’s back, caressing him, seducing him. Not that Harry needed much seduction. After only a moment of shock, Harry adjusted quickly, arching into Snape, looping his arms around Snape’s neck as their tongues tangled.
Harry didn’t protest as Snape manoeuvred him onto the sofa, kissing him breathless in between fumbling with his robes. In fact, he was doing his own share of undressing, plucking at Snape’s buttons. “Fantasised about this--” he confessed in between kisses.
“Mm,” Snape hummed as he pushed Harry’s robes off. “Perhaps you’ll share those fantasies with me at some point.”
Just then, Harry would have been happy to share anything with Snape, but since speech was the last thing on his mind, he only nodded and tried to drag Snape on top of him, longing for the touch of skin on skin. “Naked,” he said. “We need to be naked.”
Snape clearly agreed, and with a whispered sentence, Banished their clothes and Transfigured the sofa so that it was much larger, with enough space for them to stretch out and be comfortable. Settling between Harry’s legs, Snape began rhythmically smoothing his hand up and down Harry’s ribcage, making Harry shudder. Capturing Harry’s lips with his, Snape kissed him languorously, thoroughly exploring his mouth until Harry was arching up against him moaning.
Eventually Snape broke the kiss, drawing back to stare down at Harry. “I knew you’d be like this,” he murmured, bending his head to scape his teeth over Harry’s clavicle.
“Like what?” Harry gasped.
“Gorgeous,” Snape whispered, sliding his hand between them, closely watching Harry’s face as he did so. He stroked Harry’s prick slowly, avidly catching his every response.
Harry in turn was running his hands up and down Snape’s back, fingernails digging into Snape as pleasure slowly built inside him. “More,” he finally said, and Snape’s hand faltered.
“So needy,” he murmured, his tone almost teasing. “On your knees.”
“No, want to see you.”
An unreadable expression crossed Snape’s face and after a slight hesitation he nodded. “Very well.” Lifting Harry’s legs over his shoulders, he practically bent Harry in half, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss as his finger circled Harry’s hole.
Closing his eyes, Harry shuddered as he felt the wordless Cleaning and Lubrication spell take effect. Snape’s tongue, which was thrusting in his mouth, began mimicking the slide of first one and then two of his fingers as he slid them in and out of Harry, and Harry positively ached with need. “Please,” he whispered when they broke for air. “Severus.”
Hearing Harry say his name had an electrifying effect on Snape. With a low hiss, he pulled out his fingers and positioned himself. “Harry,” he replied before thrusting deep.
The burn distracted Harry enough that he was able to focus on Snape’s face, pull back from the pleasure a bit.
Snape stopped, evidently realising that Harry was uncomfortable. “All right?” he asked.
Harry smiled, shifting, and as he did so, Snape’s cock slid past something inside him that made him see stars. “Fuck, yes!”
Snape smirked. “Ah, there it is,” he murmured, satisfaction lacing his voice. Rotating his hips, he slid over the spot again. “Good?”
“Brilliant!” Harry cried.
“Good.” Snape bent to his task and Harry could only hold on for the ride, which was wild and intense. Snape’s face was a mask of concentration as he pounded into Harry, but even though he was clearly taking his pleasure, he still seemed to be watching Harry’s every reaction carefully. After a few moments, however, his rhythm faltered and he choked out, “I’m going to--”
“Yes,” Harry whispered, and it seemed to be the right answer.
With a shout, Snape pressed deep, tucked his face into Harry’s neck, and shuddered before collapsing on top of Harry.
Harry knew it was mad, but he almost thought he could feel Snape’s come spurting inside him. That thought sent a jolt of sharp pleasure through Harry. Trying to slide his hand between their bodies, he said, “I need--”
“I know,” Snape said, and a moment later his hand was covering Harry’s and they were stroking Harry’s prick together. It was only a few moments before Harry, too, was coming. Snape kissed him through it, only pulling back once Harry stopped shaking. “Everything I imagined,” he said under his breath as he shifted to a more comfortable position.
“You...thought about this?” Harry asked, eyes searching Snape’s face.
“You didn’t?” Snape countered.
Harry blushed. “I never thought it would actually happen.”
Snape smirked. “Nor did I. Yet your letter made it clear you were interested, so I...took a chance.”
Sitting up on his elbows, Harry stared down at Snape. “My letter?”
“Yes.” Holding up his hand, Snape waited and within seconds a slip of parchment flew into his hand. “Have you forgotten what you wrote already?” Looking down at the note, he read, “‘Dear Snape. I realise that this may be a bit irregular but I really need you.’” Looking up and Harry, he smirked. “‘Need’ is underlined three times.”
Harry coughed. “Yeah, well, um--”
Snape continued reading. “I’m getting desperate. Would you please agree to see me? Oh, and by the way, I’ve examined your memories closely and we should talk about some of the things I saw there. Sincerely, Harry Potter’.” Setting the parchment carefully side. “Given this letter, I estimated my chances of a successful tryst to be very good, so I...acted.”
Harry coughed, pondering how to tell Snape he’d misinterpreted the letter without him sending Harry packing. He settled for a half-truth. “Well I’m glad you did, although there are a couple of other things I needed...help with.”
“Oh?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Harry chose his words carefully. “I’m trying out to get into the Aurors.”
“Of course you are,” Snape said, tone dry.
Harry flushed. “Anyway, the test is pretty difficult and I remembered how much your Potions book helped me my sixth year, and how interested you are in Dark Arts, so I was hoping you’d help me with the Auror entrance examinations.”
Snape pulled away, staring at Harry. “The Auror entrance--?” Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Salazar. That’s the real reason you’re here, isn’t it? My assumption that you came here because you were finally willing to admit your feelings for me was entirely erroneous.”
“No, not at all!” Reaching for him, Harry said, “I’ve been interested for a long time.”
“Indeed.” Snape’s expression was suspicious and he evaded Harry’s grasp. “But you need my help. Would you even tell me if my advances were unwelcome?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “How can you even ask? Oh course I would!” Deciding to be honest, he bit his lip. “I mean I didn’t think we’d be having sex within minutes of me hitting the door, but it wasn’t unwelcome.” Firmly clasping Snape’s hand, he whispered, “In fact, it was more than welcome.”
“Indeed.” Some of the tension left Snape. “So have you actually examined my memories?”
“I really have,” Harry assured him. “Although clearly I need to explore them more thoroughly.” He grinned. “You mentioned something earlier about me using the exact wording you used? I need to find that bit.”
“Trust you to recall the one thing I wish you hadn’t,” Snape said dryly.
“Why?” Harry asked, pushing Snape flat and crawling to lie on top of him. “Seems to me the sooner I see it the sooner we can recreate it.”
Snape’s gaze heated. “I would...entertain that idea.”
“Brilliant,” Harry whispered, shivering at the promise in those eyes.
“But first,” Snape said, placing a hand on Harry’s chest to prevent him from leaning down to kiss him. “We should start preparing you for the Auror entrance examination.”
“You’ll help me?”
“Naturally. Although I am not familiar with what’s on this test.”
“I brought the book.” Harry waved toward his discarded clothes. “It really helped to read your potions notes so I thought--”
“Ah.” Snape smirked. “You did seem to have a special interest in that book.”
“A bit of a crush on the Half-Blood Prince, actually.”
Snape ran his hand down Harry’s back, startling a moan from him. “Then studying for that test should present many opportunities for...reward.”
“What kind of reward?” Harry breathed.
“Hm, perhaps if you’re paid more attention to my memories, you would have an inkling,” said Snape. “In the meantime, however, let’s start with the basics.” He rolled, pinning Harry. “I trust they provided a manual for study?”
“Yes.”
“Would you prefer I jot notes in the margins of the book?” Snape purred, his hands busy caressing Harry. “Or is a more...hands on approach acceptable?”
“Whatever you think,” Harry gasped, arching up to get closer.
“Very well,” said Snape. “Until I have a chance to examine the manual, however, shall we start with some basics? What are the principles for defending against Dark magic?”
As Harry opened his mouth to answer, Snape’s thumb circled his prick and he choked. Immediately, Snape stopped. “Why did you stop?” Harry cried.
“Every time you answer a question correctly, you shall be rewarded,” Snape murmured. He brushed against Harry’s erection again. “You’ve always struck me as the sort who needs added incentive.”
Harry sighed, and although as he struggled to answer, he later he had to admit that, as study techniques went, Snape’s were pretty effective.
~
“I don’t believe it!” Ron glared at the list of candidates who had successfully passed the Auror entrance examination. After a moment, his shoulders slumped. “I thought I studied hard enough.”
“It’s a difficult test,” Hermione consoled him.
Ron crossed his arms. “Harry passed. Lucky sod.”
“It wasn’t just luck,” said Harry, walking up behind them. “It took hard work and a lot of studying. Lots.”
Huffing, Ron glared at him. Then, blinking, he focussed on someone behind Harry. Leaning in, he whispered, “Did he help you? Snape?”
Somehow managing not to blush, Harry nodded. “Yes. Turns out he can be a pretty decent teacher.”
“Hm.” Ron pursed his lips. “Think he’d tutor me?”
Harry coughed. Not a chance. “That may not be the best idea.”
“Honestly, Ron.” Clasping his arm, Hermione drew him towards the door. “I’ll tutor you. Trust me, next time you’ll pass.” She winked at Harry. “See you later.”
As they left, Ron threw Harry a pleading glance. Harry just laughed.
“Is something amusing?” Severus asked, his low purr sending a familiar sizzle down Harry’s spine.
Harry turned to face him. “Ron was just asking if you were available to tutor him for the test.” Tucking his hand in Severus’ arm, Harry continued, “I told him no.”
“Indeed.” Severus smirked. “Feeling proprietary, are we?”
“Definitely.” Harry smiled. “Let him find his own tutor.”
Severus inclined his head. “Ms Granger seems interested in the position.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah. Although we’re both so used to her nagging it may take some effort for her ideas to get through to Ron.” His smiled deepened. “Maybe you could share some of your tutoring techniques with her?”
Severus snorted, leading Harry away. “They should be so lucky.”
~
Author/Artist:
alisanne Challenge: Written for the 2013
hp_getlucky Fest.Scenario: Harry needs all the luck he can get to pass the Auror entrance test, so he goes to Snape for a potion and finds he doesn't need one to get luck.
Prompt submitted by:
lilyseyes Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: ~3020
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): *None that aren't explained by the pairing. ;)*
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you to the fabulous
emynn for her beta reading assistance, and to my darling lilyseyes for the inspiring prompt. ♥ May the luck of the Irish be with all of us! Summary: Harry needs a little extra help to prep for his Auror entrance exams, and who better to go to than the Half-Blood Prince, the man who was able to teach him anything?
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To The Letter
~
“It’s not fair,” Ron sighed. “After all those months of hunting Horcruxes and then finally killing Voldemort--”
“That was Harry who did that,” Hermione chimed in.
“Well yeah, but we helped! We could have died, almost did several times, in fact,” Ron huffed. “Anyway, after all our sacrifices, I can’t believe they’re still going to make us take the Auror entrance examinations. Clearly we’re qualified. Hello! We killed Voldemort!”
Hermione drew breath to respond, but Harry interrupted. “They weren’t going to make me take them,” he said quietly, looking up from his book. “But I told them that I wasn’t interested in being in the Aurors unless they treated me like everyone else. I’m tired of special treatment.”
“You--” Ron gaped at him, clearly gobsmacked. “You what? Mate, why would you do that?”
“Well I think Harry made a very wise decision,” said Hermione, patting Harry on the shoulder and glaring at Ron. “Enough people are going to think you two got in only because of favouritism as it is. This way there will be no question that you’ve got what it takes. Plus, no knowledge is wasted.”
Ron was pouting. “It’s not favouritism if you really are special.” He sighed. “Still, maybe we’ll get lucky.” He glanced at Harry. “Harry’s always lucky.”
Harry blinked. “I am?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “If you’d use all your time studying instead of complaining you’d probably pass that test first try and you wouldn’t need luck, Ron.”
“Hardy anyone passes their first try.” Ron shook his head. “It even took Kingsley twice.”
“I’m sure it’s possible if you apply yourself,” Hermione insisted primly. “After all, Alastor Moody did it. And Tonks.”
Huffing and muttering to himself, Ron picked up his Auror text. “Fine! I guess that means I actually have to read this bloody thing?”
“You know, it’s a pity I don’t have a manual with notes in the margins,” Harry said, tone thoughtful. “Snape’s notes really made a huge difference in Potions. He may have been a git, but he was a decent teacher on paper.”
Hermione sniffed. “Oh yes, such a shame you can’t cheat your way into the Aurors.”
Ron snorted. “That wasn’t cheating.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” Hermione snapped, face red.
Ron discreetly rolled his eyes. “Well, unlike when we were taking Potions, you now know the Prince’s identity, Harry.” He chuckled. “Maybe you should see if Snape will tutor you for the exam. If anyone knows Dark Arts, it’s him--”
Harry blinked at him. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” He slammed his book closed. “Do you really think he’d help me?”
“Er--” Ron shot a concerned look at Hermione. “I was kidding, mate.”
Standing up, Harry began gathering his books together. He chuckled. “Oh, I know,” he replied. “But it really isn’t a bad idea. And I have been trying to get in to see him, anyway. This will give me a legitimate reason.”
“But he hasn’t agreed to see anyone in months.” Ron shook his head. “Dad said he’s even refusing to see McGonagall.” He huffed. “Seems to me he’d be at least somewhat grateful to you for testifying on his behalf in front of the Wizengamot, enough that he’d see you, anyway.”
Harry pursed his lips. “Maybe he’ll agree to see me if I say I want to return his memories.”
Ron paused. “I guess it’s worth a try.” He sighed. “Good luck.” He cleared his throat. “And, um, if you do get some good tips for the exam you’ll share, right?”
Hermione huffed. “Oh for--” Smacking Ron on the back of his head, she smiled as he yelped. “Good luck, Harry.”
“Thanks,” Harry said as he left. I’m going to need it.
~
It was easier than Harry thought it would be to get in to see Snape. Of course the trick will be not getting immediately tossed out on my ear, he thought as he approached number fifteen Spinner’s End.
Having decided on the straightforward approach, he’d sent an owl with a very sparsely worded note and, faster than expected, a reply had come. It hadn’t been especially wordy either, just an address and a time, but it’d been written in Snape’s signature scrawl, which Harry recognised from his Potion book.
The neighbourhood was unabashedly Muggle, and Harry, dressed in robes, garnered several suspicious looks as he approached Snape’s door. No one said anything to him, however.
He’d barely knocked when the door opened and he was abruptly pulled inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The hallway was dark and it took Harry’s eyes a moment to adjust. “Snape?” he croaked.
Slender fingers steered him by his shoulders into a sitting area with an overstuffed sofa, an armchair and a roaring fire. “So, Potter,” Snape purred, his breath hot against Harry’s ear. “Your note said you...needed me.”
Harry shivered. “Er, yes. I do.”
“You also mentioned that you had my memories.” Snape’s voice was soft, Harry imagined because of his throat injury, but it had retained its dark, whisky-smooth quality, and it sent tremors down Harry’s spine. “Have you...examined them?”
“Erm, yes,” Harry whispered. He cleared his throat. “Yes! They’re the main reason I managed to defeat Voldemort, and as I explained during your trial, your memories motivated me to face possible death--”
“Ah.” Snape’s grip tightened on him. “Is that all they did?”
Harry flushed. It had been rather frightening how fascinating Snape’s memories had proved. He’d spent countless hours looking at Snape and his mum. “Not...all,” he finally said.
“Indeed.” Snape’s hands slid from Harry’s shoulders down over his arms. “Then you saw the...extra memories I added. Excellent. I’d hoped--”
Harry’s eyes widened. Extra memories? “Er--”
“Come, Potter,” Snape purred, pulling him towards the sofa. “No need to be coy. You used the exact wording that I did in my memory, so you must be here because you return my interest.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he licked his lips, torn. After re-watching the memories, he had found himself becoming a bit more interested in Snape than was probably appropriate, but it was obvious that he’d missed something major. But I am interested-- “Well I--”
“Shh.” Spinning Harry around, Snape stared into his eyes for a long moment. Finally, he smiled. “Inexperience is nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve enough experience for us both.”
Opening his mouth to confess his ignorance of what was happening, Harry moaned as it was filled with Snape’s tongue and all other thought spiralled away.
Snape kissed with his whole body, his hands roaming Harry’s back, caressing him, seducing him. Not that Harry needed much seduction. After only a moment of shock, Harry adjusted quickly, arching into Snape, looping his arms around Snape’s neck as their tongues tangled.
Harry didn’t protest as Snape manoeuvred him onto the sofa, kissing him breathless in between fumbling with his robes. In fact, he was doing his own share of undressing, plucking at Snape’s buttons. “Fantasised about this--” he confessed in between kisses.
“Mm,” Snape hummed as he pushed Harry’s robes off. “Perhaps you’ll share those fantasies with me at some point.”
Just then, Harry would have been happy to share anything with Snape, but since speech was the last thing on his mind, he only nodded and tried to drag Snape on top of him, longing for the touch of skin on skin. “Naked,” he said. “We need to be naked.”
Snape clearly agreed, and with a whispered sentence, Banished their clothes and Transfigured the sofa so that it was much larger, with enough space for them to stretch out and be comfortable. Settling between Harry’s legs, Snape began rhythmically smoothing his hand up and down Harry’s ribcage, making Harry shudder. Capturing Harry’s lips with his, Snape kissed him languorously, thoroughly exploring his mouth until Harry was arching up against him moaning.
Eventually Snape broke the kiss, drawing back to stare down at Harry. “I knew you’d be like this,” he murmured, bending his head to scape his teeth over Harry’s clavicle.
“Like what?” Harry gasped.
“Gorgeous,” Snape whispered, sliding his hand between them, closely watching Harry’s face as he did so. He stroked Harry’s prick slowly, avidly catching his every response.
Harry in turn was running his hands up and down Snape’s back, fingernails digging into Snape as pleasure slowly built inside him. “More,” he finally said, and Snape’s hand faltered.
“So needy,” he murmured, his tone almost teasing. “On your knees.”
“No, want to see you.”
An unreadable expression crossed Snape’s face and after a slight hesitation he nodded. “Very well.” Lifting Harry’s legs over his shoulders, he practically bent Harry in half, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss as his finger circled Harry’s hole.
Closing his eyes, Harry shuddered as he felt the wordless Cleaning and Lubrication spell take effect. Snape’s tongue, which was thrusting in his mouth, began mimicking the slide of first one and then two of his fingers as he slid them in and out of Harry, and Harry positively ached with need. “Please,” he whispered when they broke for air. “Severus.”
Hearing Harry say his name had an electrifying effect on Snape. With a low hiss, he pulled out his fingers and positioned himself. “Harry,” he replied before thrusting deep.
The burn distracted Harry enough that he was able to focus on Snape’s face, pull back from the pleasure a bit.
Snape stopped, evidently realising that Harry was uncomfortable. “All right?” he asked.
Harry smiled, shifting, and as he did so, Snape’s cock slid past something inside him that made him see stars. “Fuck, yes!”
Snape smirked. “Ah, there it is,” he murmured, satisfaction lacing his voice. Rotating his hips, he slid over the spot again. “Good?”
“Brilliant!” Harry cried.
“Good.” Snape bent to his task and Harry could only hold on for the ride, which was wild and intense. Snape’s face was a mask of concentration as he pounded into Harry, but even though he was clearly taking his pleasure, he still seemed to be watching Harry’s every reaction carefully. After a few moments, however, his rhythm faltered and he choked out, “I’m going to--”
“Yes,” Harry whispered, and it seemed to be the right answer.
With a shout, Snape pressed deep, tucked his face into Harry’s neck, and shuddered before collapsing on top of Harry.
Harry knew it was mad, but he almost thought he could feel Snape’s come spurting inside him. That thought sent a jolt of sharp pleasure through Harry. Trying to slide his hand between their bodies, he said, “I need--”
“I know,” Snape said, and a moment later his hand was covering Harry’s and they were stroking Harry’s prick together. It was only a few moments before Harry, too, was coming. Snape kissed him through it, only pulling back once Harry stopped shaking. “Everything I imagined,” he said under his breath as he shifted to a more comfortable position.
“You...thought about this?” Harry asked, eyes searching Snape’s face.
“You didn’t?” Snape countered.
Harry blushed. “I never thought it would actually happen.”
Snape smirked. “Nor did I. Yet your letter made it clear you were interested, so I...took a chance.”
Sitting up on his elbows, Harry stared down at Snape. “My letter?”
“Yes.” Holding up his hand, Snape waited and within seconds a slip of parchment flew into his hand. “Have you forgotten what you wrote already?” Looking down at the note, he read, “‘Dear Snape. I realise that this may be a bit irregular but I really need you.’” Looking up and Harry, he smirked. “‘Need’ is underlined three times.”
Harry coughed. “Yeah, well, um--”
Snape continued reading. “I’m getting desperate. Would you please agree to see me? Oh, and by the way, I’ve examined your memories closely and we should talk about some of the things I saw there. Sincerely, Harry Potter’.” Setting the parchment carefully side. “Given this letter, I estimated my chances of a successful tryst to be very good, so I...acted.”
Harry coughed, pondering how to tell Snape he’d misinterpreted the letter without him sending Harry packing. He settled for a half-truth. “Well I’m glad you did, although there are a couple of other things I needed...help with.”
“Oh?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Harry chose his words carefully. “I’m trying out to get into the Aurors.”
“Of course you are,” Snape said, tone dry.
Harry flushed. “Anyway, the test is pretty difficult and I remembered how much your Potions book helped me my sixth year, and how interested you are in Dark Arts, so I was hoping you’d help me with the Auror entrance examinations.”
Snape pulled away, staring at Harry. “The Auror entrance--?” Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Salazar. That’s the real reason you’re here, isn’t it? My assumption that you came here because you were finally willing to admit your feelings for me was entirely erroneous.”
“No, not at all!” Reaching for him, Harry said, “I’ve been interested for a long time.”
“Indeed.” Snape’s expression was suspicious and he evaded Harry’s grasp. “But you need my help. Would you even tell me if my advances were unwelcome?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “How can you even ask? Oh course I would!” Deciding to be honest, he bit his lip. “I mean I didn’t think we’d be having sex within minutes of me hitting the door, but it wasn’t unwelcome.” Firmly clasping Snape’s hand, he whispered, “In fact, it was more than welcome.”
“Indeed.” Some of the tension left Snape. “So have you actually examined my memories?”
“I really have,” Harry assured him. “Although clearly I need to explore them more thoroughly.” He grinned. “You mentioned something earlier about me using the exact wording you used? I need to find that bit.”
“Trust you to recall the one thing I wish you hadn’t,” Snape said dryly.
“Why?” Harry asked, pushing Snape flat and crawling to lie on top of him. “Seems to me the sooner I see it the sooner we can recreate it.”
Snape’s gaze heated. “I would...entertain that idea.”
“Brilliant,” Harry whispered, shivering at the promise in those eyes.
“But first,” Snape said, placing a hand on Harry’s chest to prevent him from leaning down to kiss him. “We should start preparing you for the Auror entrance examination.”
“You’ll help me?”
“Naturally. Although I am not familiar with what’s on this test.”
“I brought the book.” Harry waved toward his discarded clothes. “It really helped to read your potions notes so I thought--”
“Ah.” Snape smirked. “You did seem to have a special interest in that book.”
“A bit of a crush on the Half-Blood Prince, actually.”
Snape ran his hand down Harry’s back, startling a moan from him. “Then studying for that test should present many opportunities for...reward.”
“What kind of reward?” Harry breathed.
“Hm, perhaps if you’re paid more attention to my memories, you would have an inkling,” said Snape. “In the meantime, however, let’s start with the basics.” He rolled, pinning Harry. “I trust they provided a manual for study?”
“Yes.”
“Would you prefer I jot notes in the margins of the book?” Snape purred, his hands busy caressing Harry. “Or is a more...hands on approach acceptable?”
“Whatever you think,” Harry gasped, arching up to get closer.
“Very well,” said Snape. “Until I have a chance to examine the manual, however, shall we start with some basics? What are the principles for defending against Dark magic?”
As Harry opened his mouth to answer, Snape’s thumb circled his prick and he choked. Immediately, Snape stopped. “Why did you stop?” Harry cried.
“Every time you answer a question correctly, you shall be rewarded,” Snape murmured. He brushed against Harry’s erection again. “You’ve always struck me as the sort who needs added incentive.”
Harry sighed, and although as he struggled to answer, he later he had to admit that, as study techniques went, Snape’s were pretty effective.
~
“I don’t believe it!” Ron glared at the list of candidates who had successfully passed the Auror entrance examination. After a moment, his shoulders slumped. “I thought I studied hard enough.”
“It’s a difficult test,” Hermione consoled him.
Ron crossed his arms. “Harry passed. Lucky sod.”
“It wasn’t just luck,” said Harry, walking up behind them. “It took hard work and a lot of studying. Lots.”
Huffing, Ron glared at him. Then, blinking, he focussed on someone behind Harry. Leaning in, he whispered, “Did he help you? Snape?”
Somehow managing not to blush, Harry nodded. “Yes. Turns out he can be a pretty decent teacher.”
“Hm.” Ron pursed his lips. “Think he’d tutor me?”
Harry coughed. Not a chance. “That may not be the best idea.”
“Honestly, Ron.” Clasping his arm, Hermione drew him towards the door. “I’ll tutor you. Trust me, next time you’ll pass.” She winked at Harry. “See you later.”
As they left, Ron threw Harry a pleading glance. Harry just laughed.
“Is something amusing?” Severus asked, his low purr sending a familiar sizzle down Harry’s spine.
Harry turned to face him. “Ron was just asking if you were available to tutor him for the test.” Tucking his hand in Severus’ arm, Harry continued, “I told him no.”
“Indeed.” Severus smirked. “Feeling proprietary, are we?”
“Definitely.” Harry smiled. “Let him find his own tutor.”
Severus inclined his head. “Ms Granger seems interested in the position.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah. Although we’re both so used to her nagging it may take some effort for her ideas to get through to Ron.” His smiled deepened. “Maybe you could share some of your tutoring techniques with her?”
Severus snorted, leading Harry away. “They should be so lucky.”
~
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Date: 2013-04-13 12:34 am (UTC)well done, harry! you ended up with what you weren't even sure you knew you wanted. and WOOHOO severus for the see, want, take attitude! :D
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Date: 2013-04-16 03:37 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it. *g*
*nods* Severus was deliciously forceful here, wasn't he? *glee*
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Date: 2013-04-13 08:30 am (UTC)Brilliant work!
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Date: 2013-04-16 03:39 am (UTC)And yes, Harry seems to find it much easier to concentrate and learn when Severus uses these 'hands on' teaching methods, doesn't he? ;)
Thank you!
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Date: 2013-04-13 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-16 03:39 am (UTC)