Fic: Party Kiss
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alisanneTitle: Party Kiss
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 1070
Warnings: None.
Summary: Severus and Harry relive holiday memories.
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adventdrabbles' prompt # 26: Christmas baby, 27: tinsel, 28: snowball, 29: gift giving, 30: reindeer, and 31: kiss at midnight. This is part 25, and the finale, of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
This is also for thesnowflake_challenge's Challenge #10. :)
Also? Happy Belated Birthday, Severus Snape! ♥
Beta(s):torino10154.
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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Party Kiss
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“So, clearly you don’t have a problem with Christmas babies. Good to know.”
Severus, whose chest has been slowly rising and falling below Harry, freezes. “Are you trying to tell me that your apparently limitless powers extend to being able to be impregnated?”
Harry, still fuzzy after their latest round of mind-bending sex, blinks slowly, then raises his head to stare at Severus. He grins as he spots a bit of tinsel stuck to Severus’ face, and he reaches for it. “What?” he asks, tossing the tinsel aside.
Severus rolls his eyes. “Are you saying you’re pregnant?”
“What the—? No!” Harry gapes at him. “That’s impossible!” He pauses. “It is impossible, right? Wizards can’t get pregnant, can they?”
“Usually not without great effort and special potions involving flying reindeer hooves and other rare ingredients.” Severus’ chest begins to rise and fall again. “So, your statement was…abstract?”
“My—? Oh!” Harry laughs, resting his chin on Severus chest. “Yes, I suppose it was. I only meant that you did well tonight at the Burrow. I saw how you dealt with all the kids. I mean, there were children of all ages there, from infants and toddlers to adolescents, and you handled them all perfectly.”
“Ah.” Severus snorts. “Although perhaps handled is a bit of a stretch. I interacted when necessary. And I expected nothing less. I presumed I would be outnumbered, after all. Plus, Scorpius was there, too. In addition, there was Draco and Longbottom and the spectacle they caused. Hardly anyone noticed us.”
“That’s true.” Harry sighs. “You know, I think they enjoyed upstaging us.”
“Indeed.” Severus smirks. “You look disappointed. Were you hoping we’d be the centre of attention?”
“Definitely not.” Harry chuckles softly. “Honestly, I figured everyone knew about us before we got there. We haven’t exactly been discreet these past few weeks, and between the kids, Molly, my friends—”
“Don’t forget my friends.” Severus groans. “I may never forget the look on Lucius’ face when he walked into the library at the Manor last weekend and found you bending me over his desk.”
Harry giggles. “Hey, at least we cleaned up after ourselves.”
“I believe he may have Banished that desk, so it’s a moot point.”
“Did he really?” Harry purses his lips. “Where do you think it ended up?”
“Why?”
“I’d consider taking it off his hands.” Laughing, Harry leans up, kissing Severus. “For its sentimental value, you understand.”
“Romantic sap,” murmurs Severus, kissing him back.
“Oh, you’re pretty romantic, too. You think I didn’t realise why you picked the prank gift you did?”
“I have no idea what you mean.” Severus’ smirk deepens. “Although it was…fortunate that Arthur opened it when he did during the Dirty Santa game.”
“Lucky? Right.”
Severus raises an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’m suggesting luck had nothing to do with it. I think you arranged it.”
“Prove it,” says Severus, his eyes glittering.
Harry shakes his head. “You know I can’t. Alas, I’m merely a hapless Gryffindor. There’s no way I could have spotted the slight of hand charm you used to push your gift close to Arthur.” He grins.
“Hm.” Severus’ cheeks flush. “I clearly didn’t take your law enforcement background into account.”
“Isn’t it fortunate I decided not to say anything?” murmurs Harry, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Must be because I’m besotted. And because you’re brilliant in bed.”
“Brilliant?” Severus inclines his head. “What’s really fortunate is I’ve started brewing Stamina Potion since I’m clearly going to need it. Sex twice in one night is a bit much.”
“Hey, whose idea was it to pick the Secret Santa gift you did? You had to have known that would happen.”
“How could I?” Severus affects an innocent expression, one belied by the devilish gleam in his eyes.
Harry snorts. “I dunno, but I think you did somehow. Anyway, when the Peruvian Darkness Powder emerged from that package and enveloped the room in darkness, I thought Molly would throw a fit.”
“Of course she didn’t. Why would she? I imagine she took the opportunity to sneak a snog with Arthur. Just as you and I did. And as everyone else there did.”
“Bringing a speedy end to the gathering.” Harry giggles again, shaking his head as he remembers what happened. “I don’t think anyone could look anyone else in the face when the Powder cleared! Good thing we waited until all the kids were in bed before we played. And we did a bit more than snog!”
“A blow job is snogging, just not on the lips.” Severus hums. “And at least I didn’t introduce you to snowballing.”
“Snowballing?” Harry runs a finger over Severus’ nipple, smirking as he inhales sharply. “Do I even want to know?”
“Another time,” says Severus. He yawns. “Perhaps in the morning. You’ve managed to exhaust me yet again. Are you sure you still want us to move in together? We may never sleep again.”
“I exhausted you? Please.” Harry chuckles, closing his eyes. “And we’ll sleep. Although at the rate we’re going, I’m going to need to brew my own Stamina Potion.” He smiles, his voice going soft. “And yes I still want us to move in together.”
“As do I.” Severus’ arms tighten around Harry. “And don’t worry. I suspect I’m making enough for both of us.”
“So considerate.” Mind drifting, Harry sighs. “You realise we have another party coming up at the Burrow, right? New Year’s Eve.”
“At least no one will be surprised when we kiss at midnight.”
Harry snorts. “Do you mean a regular kiss or a kiss like the one tonight, because—?”
“Go to sleep, Harry. If you think I’d give you a blowjob within the sight of any Weasleys, you’re clearly exhausted.”
“Hm. Okay, although I was thinking we could use my Invisibility Cloak if we absolutely had to.”
Severus goes quiet. “I must be exhausted, too, since I’m actually considering that idea.”
“You’re right. You must be tired if you’re agreeing with me without an argument.” Grinning, Harry curls closer. “We can discuss it in the morning.” He yawns. “By the way, is there really a potion for male pregnancy? Not for me!” he hastens to say when Severus stiffens. “I think Neville will be interested to hear that.”
“Longbottom, hm? You’re sure you don’t want more children?”
“Goodnight, Severus.”
“Goodnight.”
~
Author:
alisanneRating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 1070
Warnings: None.
Summary: Severus and Harry relive holiday memories.
A/N: Written for
adventdrabbles/adventdrabbles' prompt # 26: Christmas baby, 27: tinsel, 28: snowball, 29: gift giving, 30: reindeer, and 31: kiss at midnight. This is part 25, and the finale, of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).This is also for the
snowflake_challenge's Challenge #10. :)Also? Happy Belated Birthday, Severus Snape! ♥
Beta(s):
torino10154.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Party Kiss
~
“So, clearly you don’t have a problem with Christmas babies. Good to know.”
Severus, whose chest has been slowly rising and falling below Harry, freezes. “Are you trying to tell me that your apparently limitless powers extend to being able to be impregnated?”
Harry, still fuzzy after their latest round of mind-bending sex, blinks slowly, then raises his head to stare at Severus. He grins as he spots a bit of tinsel stuck to Severus’ face, and he reaches for it. “What?” he asks, tossing the tinsel aside.
Severus rolls his eyes. “Are you saying you’re pregnant?”
“What the—? No!” Harry gapes at him. “That’s impossible!” He pauses. “It is impossible, right? Wizards can’t get pregnant, can they?”
“Usually not without great effort and special potions involving flying reindeer hooves and other rare ingredients.” Severus’ chest begins to rise and fall again. “So, your statement was…abstract?”
“My—? Oh!” Harry laughs, resting his chin on Severus chest. “Yes, I suppose it was. I only meant that you did well tonight at the Burrow. I saw how you dealt with all the kids. I mean, there were children of all ages there, from infants and toddlers to adolescents, and you handled them all perfectly.”
“Ah.” Severus snorts. “Although perhaps handled is a bit of a stretch. I interacted when necessary. And I expected nothing less. I presumed I would be outnumbered, after all. Plus, Scorpius was there, too. In addition, there was Draco and Longbottom and the spectacle they caused. Hardly anyone noticed us.”
“That’s true.” Harry sighs. “You know, I think they enjoyed upstaging us.”
“Indeed.” Severus smirks. “You look disappointed. Were you hoping we’d be the centre of attention?”
“Definitely not.” Harry chuckles softly. “Honestly, I figured everyone knew about us before we got there. We haven’t exactly been discreet these past few weeks, and between the kids, Molly, my friends—”
“Don’t forget my friends.” Severus groans. “I may never forget the look on Lucius’ face when he walked into the library at the Manor last weekend and found you bending me over his desk.”
Harry giggles. “Hey, at least we cleaned up after ourselves.”
“I believe he may have Banished that desk, so it’s a moot point.”
“Did he really?” Harry purses his lips. “Where do you think it ended up?”
“Why?”
“I’d consider taking it off his hands.” Laughing, Harry leans up, kissing Severus. “For its sentimental value, you understand.”
“Romantic sap,” murmurs Severus, kissing him back.
“Oh, you’re pretty romantic, too. You think I didn’t realise why you picked the prank gift you did?”
“I have no idea what you mean.” Severus’ smirk deepens. “Although it was…fortunate that Arthur opened it when he did during the Dirty Santa game.”
“Lucky? Right.”
Severus raises an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’m suggesting luck had nothing to do with it. I think you arranged it.”
“Prove it,” says Severus, his eyes glittering.
Harry shakes his head. “You know I can’t. Alas, I’m merely a hapless Gryffindor. There’s no way I could have spotted the slight of hand charm you used to push your gift close to Arthur.” He grins.
“Hm.” Severus’ cheeks flush. “I clearly didn’t take your law enforcement background into account.”
“Isn’t it fortunate I decided not to say anything?” murmurs Harry, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Must be because I’m besotted. And because you’re brilliant in bed.”
“Brilliant?” Severus inclines his head. “What’s really fortunate is I’ve started brewing Stamina Potion since I’m clearly going to need it. Sex twice in one night is a bit much.”
“Hey, whose idea was it to pick the Secret Santa gift you did? You had to have known that would happen.”
“How could I?” Severus affects an innocent expression, one belied by the devilish gleam in his eyes.
Harry snorts. “I dunno, but I think you did somehow. Anyway, when the Peruvian Darkness Powder emerged from that package and enveloped the room in darkness, I thought Molly would throw a fit.”
“Of course she didn’t. Why would she? I imagine she took the opportunity to sneak a snog with Arthur. Just as you and I did. And as everyone else there did.”
“Bringing a speedy end to the gathering.” Harry giggles again, shaking his head as he remembers what happened. “I don’t think anyone could look anyone else in the face when the Powder cleared! Good thing we waited until all the kids were in bed before we played. And we did a bit more than snog!”
“A blow job is snogging, just not on the lips.” Severus hums. “And at least I didn’t introduce you to snowballing.”
“Snowballing?” Harry runs a finger over Severus’ nipple, smirking as he inhales sharply. “Do I even want to know?”
“Another time,” says Severus. He yawns. “Perhaps in the morning. You’ve managed to exhaust me yet again. Are you sure you still want us to move in together? We may never sleep again.”
“I exhausted you? Please.” Harry chuckles, closing his eyes. “And we’ll sleep. Although at the rate we’re going, I’m going to need to brew my own Stamina Potion.” He smiles, his voice going soft. “And yes I still want us to move in together.”
“As do I.” Severus’ arms tighten around Harry. “And don’t worry. I suspect I’m making enough for both of us.”
“So considerate.” Mind drifting, Harry sighs. “You realise we have another party coming up at the Burrow, right? New Year’s Eve.”
“At least no one will be surprised when we kiss at midnight.”
Harry snorts. “Do you mean a regular kiss or a kiss like the one tonight, because—?”
“Go to sleep, Harry. If you think I’d give you a blowjob within the sight of any Weasleys, you’re clearly exhausted.”
“Hm. Okay, although I was thinking we could use my Invisibility Cloak if we absolutely had to.”
Severus goes quiet. “I must be exhausted, too, since I’m actually considering that idea.”
“You’re right. You must be tired if you’re agreeing with me without an argument.” Grinning, Harry curls closer. “We can discuss it in the morning.” He yawns. “By the way, is there really a potion for male pregnancy? Not for me!” he hastens to say when Severus stiffens. “I think Neville will be interested to hear that.”
“Longbottom, hm? You’re sure you don’t want more children?”
“Goodnight, Severus.”
“Goodnight.”
~
