Fic: Secret Keeper
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alisanneTitle: Secret Keeper
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Summary: Harry can keep a secret even under interrogation.
Word Count: 1610
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Semi-public sex.
A/N: So I'd originally started writing this for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
snarry100's last prompt, Secret(s), but it quickly became clear that this wasn't going to fit into a drabble format. Oops?
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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Secret Keeper
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“You’ll tell me one day,” says Draco. He sips his drink, eyeing Harry speculatively over the top of his goblet. “You can’t keep something so interesting a secret forever.”
Harry hums. “I don’t know why it’s interesting to you, though. Why do you care who I’m sleeping with?”
“It’s the principle of the thing.” Draco huffs. “As part of Ministry security, information is my job. I should know.” He leans close. “Just give me one detail. Is he well hung at least?”
Chuckling, Harry moves away. “I’ll sweep the room again, shall I?” He leaves Draco fuming and circulates towards the buffet table. They aren’t there to socialise, after all. This is work.
Before he makes it, however, someone slips a hand under his elbow and he’s directed into an alcove. He feels the shimmer of a Disillusionment Spell take hold and he smiles. “You’re taking a chance,” he murmurs. “Anyone could have seen.”
Severus’ eyes are glittering in the dim light. “No one saw. Now, tell me exactly what secrets were you sharing with Draco?”
Harry tilts his head. It’s a demand. “Nothing you need be concerned about. It didn’t have anything to do with the job.”
Severus’ throat works and Harry knows he’s struck a nerve. “It appeared to me as if he was flirting. That wasn’t part of the brief.”
Nor is this. Harry smirks. “Draco always appears to be flirting.”
“Were you flirting back?”
“Since I don’t want Draco, no.”
“Prove it.” Severus is in his face now. “Tell me right now what secrets he was murmuring in your ear.”
“No secrets. You’re the secretive one,” says Harry, almost smiling at the way Severus’ pupils flare. “I’d be fine with telling everyone. You’re the one who likes back alleys and secret alcoves.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Severus backs off. “We could never go public. Your admirers would never tolerate the idea that their beloved saviour takes it up the arse from a Death Eater.”
Harry shrugs. “Then they can fuck right off. I don't care what they think.” He hums. “And by the way, Draco’s a Death Eater, too, so using that logic, you shouldn’t be concerned about me flirting with him either.”
“You’re deflecting.” Severus presses Harry against the wall. “And I’m not concerned, I’m simply the supervising agent on this case.” His voice goes dark. “He went off plan and I want to know why. Just tell me what he said.”
“Make. Me.” Harry smirks. “You’re the master interrogator, after all.”
Harry’s spun around and pinned to the wall so quickly that the air is knocked out of him. “Indeed,” says Severus. “Thank you for reminding me.” His breath is hot against Harry’s neck. “Since you’re being so recalcitrant, I shall have to revert to some more...exotic techniques to extract the necessary information.”
“I hope you don’t use these methods on all your prisoners,” gasps Harry as Severus’ hands undo his flies and slide his trousers and pants down and off.
“My methods tend to be unorthodox,” purrs Severus, sliding his hand over Harry’s naked arse. “But no. This I’ve saved specifically for extracting secrets from you.”
Harry moans as Severus’ fingers slide inside him. It hasn't been that long since their last encounter, so Harry is still loose. “God.”
“What did Draco say?”
Harry’s hands form a fist. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he whispers, holding in a whimper as Severus’ fingers find his prostate.
Severus leans forward, scraping his teeth against the skin of Harry’s neck. “Stubborn.” He hums. “Which will make it all the sweeter when you break.”
“I won’t break,” says Harry, arching his back to take those tormenting fingers deeper. “I’ve been trained by the best.”
“Have you now?”
Severus slides a third finger inside him and Harry trembles. He wants to beg but knows it will do no good. “Yes,” he gasps instead. “He taught...me to...never surrender.”
“Sounds like a paragon.” Severus’ other hand has encircled Harry’s cock and has begun a lazy stroke. Not enough to bring him off, just enough to tease.
“He can be a bastard,” growls Harry.
“Can he?” Severus’ voice is low, almost guttural. “He sounds like my kind of man.”
“Severus--” The fingers moving inside Harry are making him ache, making him lose his mind.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Severus’ voice is whisky smooth and dark. “You ache with it, I can feel it. I’ll let you come. Just tell me what Draco said.”
It’s a competition now, one Harry has no intention of losing. “It’s not...relevant,” he gasps, and despite the low coil of arousal in his gut that’s screaming at him to just say it already, Harry bites his lip.
“You are a tough one.” Is that admiration in Severus’ voice? “On to the next phase, then.”
He removes his fingers from Harry’s arse, and when Harry hears the rasp of Severus zipper, he groans. “Severus--”
“Yes?” Severus continues to stroke Harry’s prick. He thrusts against Harry, his cock sliding tantalisingly between Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry can feel the brush of Severus’ robes against his arse. He imagines the picture they must make and he moans. “You have something to tell me?”
Harry closes his eyes. “There’s nothing to tell,” he whispers, tilting his arse up.
“Hm.” Severus says something inaudible and Harry feels slick moisture spread through him. Severus’ cock prods at Harry’s hole and Harry moans. “Shh,” hisses Severus. “While the guests may not be able to see us, we can be heard. If you want this, you must be quiet.”
That only makes it hotter, as Harry suspects Severus knows. Harry wants Severus in him so badly he can taste it, and braced for penetration, he’s almost forgotten their game. He nods. “Please--”
“But first,” says Severus, his cock teasing Harry. “Tell me.”
Harry shakes his head. He is beyond caring about anything but getting Severus inside him, but some stubborn part of him won’t surrender. “Nothing...to...tell!”
As Harry has suspected, Severus cannot stop. He thrusts, seating himself, and dismissing any concerns about being overheard, Harry cries out. Severus is large, and while Harry is slick and still a bit loose, he still feels the burn as Severus begins to move.
Harry pants, pleasure spiralling through him as Severus slides past his prostate every other thrust. Severus’ hand is braced against his hip and despite his measured movements, Harry can tell he’s getting close. He, too, it appears, has forgotten the competition.
Severus catches the lobe of Harry’s ear with his teeth, pulling gently. “Tell me what Draco said.”
Or perhaps not. Harry swallows hard. Focussed on meeting Severus’ every push, it takes him a moment to think. “Nothing.”
Growling, Severus thrusts hard, grinding himself inside Harry and biting down on his shoulder as his body shudders through his orgasm.
Harry gasps. The quick flare of pain is enough to keep him from coming, although he knows it will be soon.
Severus pants in his ear, muttering nonsense. As he recovers, Harry, whose body is throbbing, and who is close, reaches for his prick, but only manages a couple of strokes before his hand is batted away by Severus, who takes charge, wanking him to completion.
Harry closes his eyes and comes, white spots dancing behind his eyelids as he spills all over Severus’ fingers.
They have not been quiet. Harry knows this as they pant together and try to put themselves back together. Or at least Harry would try to collect himself if he could move.
Severus slips out of him and he feels the tingle of a cleansing charm. Harry smiles. “Thanks,” he murmurs, and by the time he turns around, Severus has done up his fly and looks his usual imperturbable self. Ignoring the flushed cheeks, of course. Harry picks up his clothes and dresses.
“I’ll wait a few moments after you go so that it’s not too obvious,” says Severus.
Moving closer to him, Harry clasps his hand and smiles. “I don’t care who knows.” He allows his smile to deepen. “And Draco just wanted to know who I was sleeping with.” He coughed. “And if he was well hung.”
Severus’ pupils flared. “And your reply?”
Leaning up, Harry kisses the corner of his mouth. “I deflected.”
“Hm.” Severus’ mouth curls up slightly. “Something at which you are very skilled.”
There is a loud crash and both Harry and Severus wince. Cancelling the Disillusionment Spell, they emerge from the alcove to see Dean with his wand pointed at a wizard. The rest of the crowd are murmuring, and just as Harry starts forward, Draco hurries up. “Where were you?” he asks. “Mallory tried to hex the Minister just as our informant said he would.”
Looking around, Harry sees Kingsley is still there, safe, his personal security detail looking alert as they move en block towards the Floo exit. “I was here,” he says. “Have you swept the rest of the ballroom?”
Draco rolls his eyes. “Of course. It is my job.” His eyes narrow. “Are you all right? You look...flushed.”
“I’m fine.” Harry smiles blandly. Once Kingsley’s gone he turns away. “Another successful ball.”
Draco snorts. “Actually it was a bit boring if you ask me.”
Harry, who sees Severus slipping out a side door, hums. “Oh, it had its moments.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Summary: Harry can keep a secret even under interrogation.
Word Count: 1610
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Semi-public sex.
A/N: So I'd originally started writing this for
snarry100's last prompt, Secret(s), but it quickly became clear that this wasn't going to fit into a drabble format. Oops? Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: 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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Secret Keeper
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“You’ll tell me one day,” says Draco. He sips his drink, eyeing Harry speculatively over the top of his goblet. “You can’t keep something so interesting a secret forever.”
Harry hums. “I don’t know why it’s interesting to you, though. Why do you care who I’m sleeping with?”
“It’s the principle of the thing.” Draco huffs. “As part of Ministry security, information is my job. I should know.” He leans close. “Just give me one detail. Is he well hung at least?”
Chuckling, Harry moves away. “I’ll sweep the room again, shall I?” He leaves Draco fuming and circulates towards the buffet table. They aren’t there to socialise, after all. This is work.
Before he makes it, however, someone slips a hand under his elbow and he’s directed into an alcove. He feels the shimmer of a Disillusionment Spell take hold and he smiles. “You’re taking a chance,” he murmurs. “Anyone could have seen.”
Severus’ eyes are glittering in the dim light. “No one saw. Now, tell me exactly what secrets were you sharing with Draco?”
Harry tilts his head. It’s a demand. “Nothing you need be concerned about. It didn’t have anything to do with the job.”
Severus’ throat works and Harry knows he’s struck a nerve. “It appeared to me as if he was flirting. That wasn’t part of the brief.”
Nor is this. Harry smirks. “Draco always appears to be flirting.”
“Were you flirting back?”
“Since I don’t want Draco, no.”
“Prove it.” Severus is in his face now. “Tell me right now what secrets he was murmuring in your ear.”
“No secrets. You’re the secretive one,” says Harry, almost smiling at the way Severus’ pupils flare. “I’d be fine with telling everyone. You’re the one who likes back alleys and secret alcoves.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Severus backs off. “We could never go public. Your admirers would never tolerate the idea that their beloved saviour takes it up the arse from a Death Eater.”
Harry shrugs. “Then they can fuck right off. I don't care what they think.” He hums. “And by the way, Draco’s a Death Eater, too, so using that logic, you shouldn’t be concerned about me flirting with him either.”
“You’re deflecting.” Severus presses Harry against the wall. “And I’m not concerned, I’m simply the supervising agent on this case.” His voice goes dark. “He went off plan and I want to know why. Just tell me what he said.”
“Make. Me.” Harry smirks. “You’re the master interrogator, after all.”
Harry’s spun around and pinned to the wall so quickly that the air is knocked out of him. “Indeed,” says Severus. “Thank you for reminding me.” His breath is hot against Harry’s neck. “Since you’re being so recalcitrant, I shall have to revert to some more...exotic techniques to extract the necessary information.”
“I hope you don’t use these methods on all your prisoners,” gasps Harry as Severus’ hands undo his flies and slide his trousers and pants down and off.
“My methods tend to be unorthodox,” purrs Severus, sliding his hand over Harry’s naked arse. “But no. This I’ve saved specifically for extracting secrets from you.”
Harry moans as Severus’ fingers slide inside him. It hasn't been that long since their last encounter, so Harry is still loose. “God.”
“What did Draco say?”
Harry’s hands form a fist. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he whispers, holding in a whimper as Severus’ fingers find his prostate.
Severus leans forward, scraping his teeth against the skin of Harry’s neck. “Stubborn.” He hums. “Which will make it all the sweeter when you break.”
“I won’t break,” says Harry, arching his back to take those tormenting fingers deeper. “I’ve been trained by the best.”
“Have you now?”
Severus slides a third finger inside him and Harry trembles. He wants to beg but knows it will do no good. “Yes,” he gasps instead. “He taught...me to...never surrender.”
“Sounds like a paragon.” Severus’ other hand has encircled Harry’s cock and has begun a lazy stroke. Not enough to bring him off, just enough to tease.
“He can be a bastard,” growls Harry.
“Can he?” Severus’ voice is low, almost guttural. “He sounds like my kind of man.”
“Severus--” The fingers moving inside Harry are making him ache, making him lose his mind.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Severus’ voice is whisky smooth and dark. “You ache with it, I can feel it. I’ll let you come. Just tell me what Draco said.”
It’s a competition now, one Harry has no intention of losing. “It’s not...relevant,” he gasps, and despite the low coil of arousal in his gut that’s screaming at him to just say it already, Harry bites his lip.
“You are a tough one.” Is that admiration in Severus’ voice? “On to the next phase, then.”
He removes his fingers from Harry’s arse, and when Harry hears the rasp of Severus zipper, he groans. “Severus--”
“Yes?” Severus continues to stroke Harry’s prick. He thrusts against Harry, his cock sliding tantalisingly between Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry can feel the brush of Severus’ robes against his arse. He imagines the picture they must make and he moans. “You have something to tell me?”
Harry closes his eyes. “There’s nothing to tell,” he whispers, tilting his arse up.
“Hm.” Severus says something inaudible and Harry feels slick moisture spread through him. Severus’ cock prods at Harry’s hole and Harry moans. “Shh,” hisses Severus. “While the guests may not be able to see us, we can be heard. If you want this, you must be quiet.”
That only makes it hotter, as Harry suspects Severus knows. Harry wants Severus in him so badly he can taste it, and braced for penetration, he’s almost forgotten their game. He nods. “Please--”
“But first,” says Severus, his cock teasing Harry. “Tell me.”
Harry shakes his head. He is beyond caring about anything but getting Severus inside him, but some stubborn part of him won’t surrender. “Nothing...to...tell!”
As Harry has suspected, Severus cannot stop. He thrusts, seating himself, and dismissing any concerns about being overheard, Harry cries out. Severus is large, and while Harry is slick and still a bit loose, he still feels the burn as Severus begins to move.
Harry pants, pleasure spiralling through him as Severus slides past his prostate every other thrust. Severus’ hand is braced against his hip and despite his measured movements, Harry can tell he’s getting close. He, too, it appears, has forgotten the competition.
Severus catches the lobe of Harry’s ear with his teeth, pulling gently. “Tell me what Draco said.”
Or perhaps not. Harry swallows hard. Focussed on meeting Severus’ every push, it takes him a moment to think. “Nothing.”
Growling, Severus thrusts hard, grinding himself inside Harry and biting down on his shoulder as his body shudders through his orgasm.
Harry gasps. The quick flare of pain is enough to keep him from coming, although he knows it will be soon.
Severus pants in his ear, muttering nonsense. As he recovers, Harry, whose body is throbbing, and who is close, reaches for his prick, but only manages a couple of strokes before his hand is batted away by Severus, who takes charge, wanking him to completion.
Harry closes his eyes and comes, white spots dancing behind his eyelids as he spills all over Severus’ fingers.
They have not been quiet. Harry knows this as they pant together and try to put themselves back together. Or at least Harry would try to collect himself if he could move.
Severus slips out of him and he feels the tingle of a cleansing charm. Harry smiles. “Thanks,” he murmurs, and by the time he turns around, Severus has done up his fly and looks his usual imperturbable self. Ignoring the flushed cheeks, of course. Harry picks up his clothes and dresses.
“I’ll wait a few moments after you go so that it’s not too obvious,” says Severus.
Moving closer to him, Harry clasps his hand and smiles. “I don’t care who knows.” He allows his smile to deepen. “And Draco just wanted to know who I was sleeping with.” He coughed. “And if he was well hung.”
Severus’ pupils flared. “And your reply?”
Leaning up, Harry kisses the corner of his mouth. “I deflected.”
“Hm.” Severus’ mouth curls up slightly. “Something at which you are very skilled.”
There is a loud crash and both Harry and Severus wince. Cancelling the Disillusionment Spell, they emerge from the alcove to see Dean with his wand pointed at a wizard. The rest of the crowd are murmuring, and just as Harry starts forward, Draco hurries up. “Where were you?” he asks. “Mallory tried to hex the Minister just as our informant said he would.”
Looking around, Harry sees Kingsley is still there, safe, his personal security detail looking alert as they move en block towards the Floo exit. “I was here,” he says. “Have you swept the rest of the ballroom?”
Draco rolls his eyes. “Of course. It is my job.” His eyes narrow. “Are you all right? You look...flushed.”
“I’m fine.” Harry smiles blandly. Once Kingsley’s gone he turns away. “Another successful ball.”
Draco snorts. “Actually it was a bit boring if you ask me.”
Harry, who sees Severus slipping out a side door, hums. “Oh, it had its moments.”
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Date: 2014-01-24 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-24 03:47 am (UTC)well done!
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Date: 2014-01-26 04:12 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2014-01-24 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 04:13 am (UTC)And yes, nothing is boring when Severus is involved!
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-01-24 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 04:14 am (UTC)Thank you, hon!
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Date: 2014-01-25 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 04:13 am (UTC)I'm pleased you enjoyed it. :)
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Date: 2014-03-10 06:45 am (UTC)Hm. I like the Draco/Harry teasing. all their animosity aside they could be good friends.
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Date: 2014-03-15 02:10 am (UTC)I'm not sure where this all came from either, but it soon became very clear that it was refusing to be a drabble. :)
And yes, I see Harry and Draco coming to an understanding. Eventually. *g*