agneskamilla (agneskamilla) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2014-12-26 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: agneskamilla, dec25, fandom: harry potter, prompt25, year: 2014 |
Dec 25/2; Harry Potter; Snape/Harry, Draco; Complication
Title: Complication
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy
Rating: R
Word Count: 2045
Warning(s): AU, slash, dub-con-ish
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I write this only for entertainment purposes, no money is made by me.
Prompt(s): Christmas present
AN: Unbeta'd. Written for adventdrabbles 2014; Day 25. I have had this idea for months and now I will attempt to write it in December... so TBC. Part of series called 'Incomplete'. This part was inspired by a scene of Kathleen Woodiwiss' novel Ashes to the Wind. Follow up to Departure, Encounter, Storm, Night-time, Introductions, Observation, Rescheduling, Lecture, Outing, Greetings, Exposure/Common Ground and Collateral Damage.
It’s after midnight and Snape still hasn’t returned. Harry is pacing in the library and he steals worried glances through the window frequently. Snape had left the property by the time Harry came up from the laboratory. Harry searched the house for him and he even checked the stables, this is how he knows that Snape left on horseback. That fact only increases his worry.
Finally he sees a shadow over the lawn, heading in the direction of the stables.
With a sigh of relief he hurries out of the library, down the stairs, and after grabbing his robe on his way out, he leaves the house. Outside he can hear the faint, disapproving neighing of Captain, Snape’s grey gelding.
An uncommon sight greets him when he gets to the stables. Snape – ever composed, formal and stern Master Severus Snape – sits in the middle of the horses’ drinking-trough, submerged in water to his chest. He flails with his left hand to a melody heard only by him while he is enthusiastically gulping down the amber-coloured contents of the bottle in his right hand.
Snape is three sheets to the wind, meanwhile Captain is peacefully drinking from the trough beside him.
With a sigh, Harry pats Captain’s neck.
“Good boy, you brought him home,” he compliments the horse. Captain raises his head, nudges Harry a bit, then he walks into his stall; Captain is obviously done with his duty for the night.
Harry sighs and turns to Snape. “All right, sir. Let’s get you out of here. You should give me that bottle, you clearly had enough to drink. ” He leans forward and tries to get Snape out of the trough, but the man proves to be adamant in fending Harry off, while simultaneously protecting the bottle in his hand.
Harry will have a few choice words with Bernard; Snape must have been in his tavern, given that it’s the only pub in their vicinity. Why the heck did Bernard let Snape leave the Dark Unicorn in this state and more so, why did Bernard give him alcohol for the road?
Harry struggles to take the bottle from Snape and to pull the man out of the water, but his efforts don’t pay off; Snape possesses a surprising physical power when it comes to defying Harry and he successfully pulls Harry into the trough beside him with a big splash. Harry sputters water as he struggles to kneel up between Snape’s legs. This close he can see that Snape’s lips are blue from the cold.
“Oh, sod it all!” Harry exclaims and with a few rapid movements of his wand he banishes the water and dries their clothes. Snape is still trembling slightly and still is in the possession of the brandy bottle; the man reeks of alcohol and unhappiness. Harry casts a Warming Charm at them and finally manages to climb out of the drinking-trough and to pull Snape out too.
Snape sways on his legs so Harry circles his arms around Master Snape’s waist to support him. Snape leans his forehead on the top of Harry’s head.
“Albus,” he slurs into Harry’s hair. “Is that you?”
“No,” Harry answers faintly.
Harry holds Snape up and stirs him out of the stables. They are slowly shuffling in the snow towards the house. It’s a damn cold night.
Suddenly Snape stops and looks at Harry with a confused expression. “Lily, you have forgiven me?” he asks bewildered, then he shakes his head. “You shouldn’t, you know,” he lowers his voice. “I killed your husband,” Snape whispers. ”I didn’t want to hurt you,” he admits brokenly.
Harry’s heart aches. He knows what part Snape played in James and Sirius’ deaths. He knows about the insecure, bullied and hurt boy who sought sanctuary at the wrong place. He knows that Snape had overheard some vital information that he shared with Voldemort which ended in the madman’s interest in the Potters. His mother told all of this to Harry.
Harry gently pulls Snape in the direction of the house. Snape lets himself be led back to the mansion.
“I know, Master Snape. I know. She… she forgave you,” Harry offers, and it’s nothing less than the truth.
“Of course she didn’t, you dolt!” Snape snaps vehemently. “She never spoke to me again.” Snape almost loses his balance and Harry must embrace him in order to prevent him from ending face down in the snow.
This out-of-control, disorderly Snape freaks Harry out.
Harry half-drags, half-walks him into the house and up to Snape’s room in silence. He lays the man down onto his bed and removes his boots and outer robes. He finally manages to pry the bottle away from Snape, but not before the man gulps down one more mouthful of the amber liquid.
After losing the battle for the bottle, the fight runs out of Snape; he lies flaccid on the bed, like a corpse. He will wake with a hell of a headache, Harry is sure about that. With a deep sigh, Harry puts his hand onto the man’s forehead; it’s becoming a habit of Harry’s. He gathers his magic to smooth Snape’s pain away; the glowing tendrils once again appear on both of their bodies, on Snape they are more pronounced than last time.
Abruptly Snape’s eyes fly open, and he grabs Harry’s wrist forcefully. The shining around them increases.
“You,” Snape growls. “I remember you, from earlier. I thought you were Draco; all this light,” he blinks rapidly, the light must be hurting his eyes. “Who are you?” he asks.
Harry struggles to pull his hand away from the shackle of Snape’s unyielding grasp.
“I am no one of significance; now, let me go!” he demands.
Something softens in the man’s face. “I have been dreaming about you,” he says tenderly. “About the warmth, the peace – like I belonged,” he adds dreamily.
Harry is panicked. “Please, let me go,” he begs.
“Oh, no, no you won’t go anywhere. I have been searching for this in all my life, and I won’t let it go, not now, not ever again,” Snape declares unfalteringly.
Dread constricts Harry’s throat. Somebody as closed-off as Master Snape would never admit something incredibly private like this if he was sober. Harry feels like a voyeur.
“No, I can’t…” Harry protests, but is unable to free his wrist.
“Stay,” Snape says simply and jerks Harry’s wrist, so Harry loses his balance and falls on Snape’s chest. Then the man kisses him and Harry’s world turns upside down.
The kiss is as imperfect as a drunken kiss supposed to be; contains too many teeth, too less aim and is clumsy as hell, but still. When Snape’s mouth claims Harry’s, when his tongue coaxes Harry’s into a fierce dance, Harry lets go and melts into Snape. The light surrounding them blankets them in a thick web, forming a cocoon around them, inside which they have only each other. They are filled with a certainty that they are where they should be, where they belong. Their hands grasp the other’s clothing, his hair, his neck, seeking contact, their bodies arch into each other, seeking the other’s warmth and firmness. They gulp down the air from each other’s mouth with a hunger previously unknown.
With a sudden movement Snape turns them over so Harry is under him now. For a moment he stops kissing Harry and examines his own hand.
“Why are we shining?” he asks.
“I… I’m not sure,” Harry answers, out of breath.
“Doesn’t matter,” Snape decides and descends on Harry’s mouth with his own.
It is pure bliss, Harry thinks, and allows himself to merge into it.
He comes back to his senses only when Snape somehow finds his wand and with a quick spell banishes all their clothes; they reappear in a tangled heap next to the bed.
As they lie face to face, Snape on Harry, their luminescent patterns mirroring each other, their light more powerful than ever, Harry starts to panic again.
It shouldn’t happen like this! Snape is drunk, he doesn’t even know whom he is with. For heaven’s sake, he thought Harry was Malfoy! Harry cannot take advantage of him like that, no matter how much he wishes to; and he wishes to very much. Harry, once again, starts to struggle for his freedom.
“Please, just let me…” he pleads.
Snape cuts off his protests with a kiss while he grinds his hard cock into Harry’s. Harry moans into the kiss and involuntary raises his hip and thrusts back.
Harry has never felt anything like this before. His heart is filled to the brim with longing and want and need and joy and love.
He sobers at once.
Maybe he feels this way, he has been feeling this way for a while now, but Snape definitely does not: he is sloshed and horny. He doesn’t even know whom he is grinding against!
Harry tears his mouth from Snape’s and tries to get out from under the man. Snape doesn’t let him go; he grabs both his wrists and pins them above Harry’s head with an iron grip. Then he lowers his head and sucks one of Harry’s nipples into that sinful mouth of his.
Harry almost shrieks.
Snape’s mouth is travelling all over Harry’s chest and upper body and finally his neck while their cocks are aligned in the constricting wet hotness provided by his lower bodies arching into each other.
Harry feels the scorching heat of his orgasm in his toes, his knees, his lower abdomen. Snape claims his mouth in a fierce kiss, demanding surrender. The designs adoring both of their bodies flare up with a flash of pure, white light, and Harry climaxes with a force never known before; Snape follows him within moments.
Snape collapses onto Harry and swiftly rolls from the top of him. The lines of magic on their skins envelop them in a sphere of light. Snape pulls Harry close and Harry cuddles into his side and listens to the slowing rhythm of Snape’s breaths. The events of the day and the significant amount of alcohol consumed must be catching up with Snape, because he quickly falls asleep.
As Harry’s body and mind cools down, he starts to feel awful. He took advantage of Snape while the man was drunk. What kind of individual does such a thing? He took advantage of Snape when he knew certainly that the man didn’t know who Harry was. Harry felt dirty and disgusted. He used Snape when the man was barely in possession of all his faculties. Harry used a man for sex who doesn’t love him.
Suddenly Harry feels very cold. He scrambles out of the bed and gathers his clothes hurriedly. The night air is icy against his skin now that Snape isn’t warming him. Snape must be freezing too, Harry thinks, and pulls the blanket over the man’s form and he applies a cleaning charm on both of them as well. After making sure that Snape is comfortable for the night, Harry leaves the room with a bundle of clothes in his arms, his skin still covered in threads of light.
In his hurry to get to his room he never sees Draco Malfoy on the corridor.
If looks could kill, Harry surely would be dead by now. Draco watches him leave, naked and glowing like a sodding Christmas tree. When Potter is out of the corridor, Draco enters Snape’s room. It reeks of alcohol and sex. There is a mostly empty bottle, thrown aside, on the floor. Snape snores on the bed loudly, oblivious to the world.
He won’t remember anything if he drank all of that stuff, Draco muses and a smile blossoms on his face at the thought.
He discards of his clothing and walks to the bed. He pulls back the cover and sees that Snape, too, is sporting similar lights to Potter’s; Draco frowns and reaches out to touch the man. As soon as his fingers connect with Snape’s skin, the pattern fades into nothingness.
Draco grins, climbs into the bed and lies right next to Snape, pressing his chest into the man’s side.
It seems this year he received his Christmas present early on.