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Title: Under Pressure
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating: R
Challenge: Written for [community profile] snarry100/[ profile] snarry100/[ profile] snarry100's prompt #654: Pressure.
Summary: Severus helps take pressure off Harry when needed.
Part Seventy-Three of the Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Yes, it's back!
Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything amiss.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


Under Pressure


“I can’t believe they’ve no clues.”

Ron sighs. “Me, either, mate. And trust me, our best people are on this. They even involved the Unspeakables.”

“Damn. If they can’t find Umbridge—”

“Exactly.” A noise makes Ron glance back over his shoulder. When he again faces Harry, he’s grinning. “I’m, erm, being pressured to close this Floo connection. Sorry.”

“Pressured?” Harry frowns. “Are you okay?”

“He’s fine.” Hermione’s smirking face comes into view. “Quite fine, actually. It’s just…I’m in my second trimester, so—”

Harry blinks. “Okay—?”

Hermione coughs. “Erm—”

“It’s fine, Hermione. I’ll explain.” Severus clasps Harry’s shoulder. “Good evening.”


“Explain what?” Harry asks once the Floo’s closed.

Severus hums. “Women in their second trimester often have rampant hormones, pressuring them to…copulate frequently and repeatedly.”

Harry gapes. “You’re saying Hermione ended our conversation because she’s horny?”

Severus smirks. “Quite.”

Groaning, Harry buries his face in his hands. “I didn’t need to know they’re shagging!”

Severus chuckles. “She’s pregnant. You had to know they do it—”

“Yes, fine!” cries Harry, glaring at him. “Intellectually, I knew. I just…don’t need to think about it.”

“Shall I distract you?”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “You think you can?”

Severus smirks. “Challenge accepted.”


“I can’t believe we’re shagging in the kitchen,” gasps Harry, riding Severus’ cock.

Severus clings to Harry’s hips, guiding him as he moves. “It’s…about time we…christened this room.”

Harry’s laugh becomes a moan as Severus shifts, his cock sliding across Harry’s prostate, making sparks shoot up Harry’s spine. “Fuck!”

“Mmm.” Severus’ breathing hitches in the telltale way which indicates he’s close. “Trying.”

“Succeeding,” whispers Harry, leaning down to kiss him. “Love you…ah!”

Once they’ve both come, Severus, his lips by Harry’s ear, murmurs, “Bad thoughts expunged?”

Harry, his face in Severus’ neck, grins. “Hermione and Ron who?”


Date: 2019-02-01 06:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lilyseyes
What a delicious way to distract Harry! Loved it!


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