Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: alisanne
From: A Masterful Member

Title: Let It Snow
Characters/Pairings:Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: NC17
Kinks/Themes Included: Oral, Anal, Fingering,
Other Warnings/Content: none
Word Count: ~11,120
Summary/Description:When Severus eventually finds Potter at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, he’s surprised not only by what Potter makes, but what they mean to him.


Severus opened his front door and stepped outside, looking up at the incredibly blue sky. The sun shone brightly on the snow in a glittering array of diamonds and ice that sparkled underfoot, and Severus’ sense of good feeling only increased as he Apparated to the field not far from Potter’s house.

Thankfully, Potter had decided to settle in a relatively lively area of London, one where the -albeit slight- sound of Apparition would be easily disguised. The day was almost unseasonably warm and without any of the driving, biting wind and snow of weeks past.

He walked easily down the short lane to Potter’s house, breathing deeply and relishing the crisp clean winter air as it helped to centre him and calm him somewhat.

Severus felt that he and Potter had been making progress toward friendship; after their first slightly awkward meetings in the coffee shop and at the Weasley joke shop, they had met twice in Diagon Alley and had shared tea and biscuits at the Leaky.

He could feel the presence of Potter’s wards as he neared them, and even though they were formidable in both their power and complexity, they gave way freely to his passing. He turned the corner of the lot and saw a dark-haired figure in the front of the house - Potter. As he neared, he realized that Potter was building a snowman. Without magic.

Potter seemed to hear Severus’ approach, or perhaps it was just the wards signalling that someone was near, but as he turned Severus was momentarily taken aback at the openness and happiness of Potter’s expression, his cheeks flushed from the cold - Severus wondered whether Potter even remembered to cast a Warming Charm - green eyes sparkling with barely-contained enjoyment; he was a vision, and Severus felt blindsided by a strange feeling in his heart and tightening in his groin, a solid pull of desire.

“Severus! Happy you could make it,” Potter grinned as he clapped a hand on Severus’ shoulder. “Care to help me finish this?”

“Potter, I have never built a snowman.”

Potter stepped back and surveyed Severus with a carefree yet appraising look. “Well, that explains a lot.”

Severus glowered. “I didn’t exactly have the most typical of childhoods, Potter.”

“Nor did I, and that’s why I’m enjoying the freedom to do what I can now. Besides, it‘ll loosen you up”

"I hardly think I need to loosen up, Potter. But…" Severus huffed, then tried for an air of nonchalance. "Teach me."

And with a grin, Potter did.


*****


Severus awoke the following morning feeling distinctly out of sorts. The previous day with Harry hadn’t turned out quite the way he’d envisioned it, although, to be fair, he probably had no idea that Severus was even thinking along those lines when he’d answered his invitation to tea.

Severus hadn’t thought of Harry as ‘Potter’ for quite a while, even though he still called him that, and he couldn‘t quite remember just when the switch had been made inside his mind. They’d built the snowman, and Severus had almost enjoyed himself, in particular because of the pleasing way that Harry’s arse filled out the trousers he wore. They had laughed often, and Severus found himself relaxing and contemplating taking things to another level with the younger man.

Harry had so much to give, so much eagerness and enjoyment, and his warmth surrounded Severus like the first time that he had experienced the globes; hopeful and a little bit overwhelmed.

But then, typically enough, Severus had sabotaged himself by thinking too much about where this new-found appreciation for Potter would lead and doubting that Potter could think of him the same way. He was too young, too full of life and spirit, and Severus; well, he certainly felt younger since he’d been involved with Harry and his globes, but… could he be who Harry wanted?

Self-doubt niggled at him, and instead of accepting Harry’s invitation to warm up inside the house, he’d made a ridiculously transparent excuse and fled.

He waited all day for some communication from Harry, but as afternoon wore on and darkness fell, Severus realized that, since he’d been the one to mess things up, he’d need to be the one to fix it.


*****


Severus strode into Weasley’s shop - he didn’t care that it was after hours, but the wards let him through and he knew that Harry would still be there. He walked towards the corner where Harry’s globes were displayed, their conversation-to-be already started in his head, when something caught his eye and he came abruptly to a stop.

It was one of the larger globes, the ones Severus had teased Harry about earlier, but inside, there wasn’t so much an image as more of a scene. He looked on at a tiny figure building a snowman, and soon a second figure approached. They embraced for a long time and then moved apart before going hand in hand into the little house.

As snow swirled and the sequence reset, he peered closer - the figure building the snowman looked remarkably like Harry. And the other figure, taller, thinner, long hair- That was him!

Severus was so surprised that he literally could not think of what to say. That scene- or one very much like it - had taken place just yesterday, only there hadn’t been any embrace, and they’d certainly not gone into the house together.

“Potter!”

“Severus?” came Potter’s voice from behind the curtain.

“I wish to discuss a certain snow globe that you’ve created.”

“Oh?” He emerged, looking cautious as he wiped his hands on a towel. “Which globe?”

“The large one in the display on the green velvet.”

Potter looked puzzled. “What about it?”

Severus gestured towards the globe. “Why would you choose to create that scene?”

“I- don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“Look at it! That obviously didn’t happen!”

Harry leaned back against the counter. “Severus, I don’t have to look at it; I made it. I used one of the new auto-snow globes I’ve been working on, but it’s just a figure building a snowman.”

“It most certainly is NOT! That is a replica of yesterday afternoon when we built that ridiculous snowman.”

Severus bristled while Potter looked at him as though he was exhausted by the entire conversation.

“Look, Severus, I didn’t make it of any particular scene that may or may not involve us. The globes aren’t made that way. The scenes in those larger globes are affected by the viewer. I’ve tried to incorporate some of the enchantment properties of the Mirror of Erised to the-”

“You’ve incorporated what?! Severus spluttered, aghast. “Potter, that is an extremely powerful compulsion spell imbued into the very material of the mirror, you can’t simply ‘incorporate some of the properties’! It’s addictive! And why are you laughing at me?”

For Potter was indeed laughing, his eyes glowing with mirth, his face flushed with humour, and damn if he wasn’t the most outrageously sexy thing Severus had ever seen, and his body tightened with pure desire. Potter wiped his eyes, still chuckling.

“Oh, Severus, it’s just a weak version of the spell - George and I have been experimenting with it for weeks now. We’re trying different permutations of spells to see what works best. Are you going to want to know exactly how I made those too?”

The thought of Potter and Weasley collaborating on different permutations of spells was enough to threaten a headache with tendrils stretching well into his hairline.

“So, what you’re telling me-” and here Severus paused to look at the globe once more and truly contemplate just what it was that Potter had said. “Is that the globe is merely… a globe?”

“Well, not ‘merely’; it’s enchanted, after all, but, simply put, it’s just a happy winter scene.” Potter cast his eyes sideways as though he was deliberately avoiding looking directly at Severus, and he’d do that almost as though he was hiding something…

“Potter!” and Severus’ shout is enough to lock those green eyes onto his own. “What are you not telling me?”

After a momentary battle of wills, which was revelatory in its brevity, Potter relented.

“Things are not always as they seem, Severus.”

And now the man is speaking in riddles, just like Albus. May the Gods preserve us all .

“Explain.”

“What did you expect that afternoon, after we’d built the snowman?”

Severus blinked in surprise. “I- I suppose I expected conversation, perhaps some warm chocolate or coffee inside by the fire. I certainly did not expect…”

“For things to go pear-shaped?”

“I- yes. Yes, Potter.”

“So did I. I expected a little more than that from you”

“What?”

Harry nodded, walking closer to Severus. “I expected more too…perhaps even a lot more, but things suddenly became awkward and I didn’t understand what was wrong and we just couldn’t seem to get past... whatever it was. And then you left.”

Severus’ hopes lifted; could Harry really be saying what he hoped he was? “It was my fault, truly, and I just thought that it was for the best…”

Harry huffed a laugh and shook his head, moving closer to where Severus stood. “Severus, why are you so complicated?”

“I am a very straightforward man,” he said indignantly, wanting to be able to simply reset yesterday’s events. “It’s you, Potter. Things with you are always complicated,” he sighed, wanting the man so desperately that it hurt, yet hardly daring to hope.

His heart pounded as Harry stopped in front of him, mere inches separating them, and they stood looking each other for a long, torturous moment until Potter’s arms crept slowly around his waist.

“It’s doesn’t have to be complicated, Severus,” he whispered, and kissed Severus with a firmness and determination that left no doubt in Severus’ mind as to his intentions, and the very possibility of what that entailed was enough to take his breath away, for he wanted Harry just as deeply as Harry seemed to want him.

Harry kissed with his entire body, his tongue asking and then demanding entrance as he pressed himself against Severus’ body, one hand snaking through Severus’ hair as the urgency grew with every movement until they were both panting.

“Merlin, how I’ve wanted this!” Harry punctuated every word with a licking biting kiss.

“Have you?” Severus nibbled on Harry’s bottom lip and then sucked it into his mouth, both of them groaning at the sensations.

“Yeah.” Harry’s hands were everywhere as he walked Severus backwards against the wall next to the globes. “Want you.”

“Right now?”

“Right bloody now!”

“What about the door?” Severus panted.

“Locked.”

“But soundproofing?”

“Imperturbable.” The word was almost a growl beside Severus’ ear as Harry lavished attention on the lobe.

“The globes?”

“Unbreakable.” A whisper.

“Charmed?”

Harry stopped just long enough to look Severus dead in the eye with a lecherous look.

“Imbued.”

Legs suddenly weak, Severus made a noise rather like “unff”, but he was too far gone to care, especially as Harry slid down his body, undoing buttons as he went until Severus stood, chest bared with his trousers around his ankles. He could feel Harry’s warm palms on his hips and then a hot sucking heat enveloped him as Harry took his cock into his mouth.

Severus bit down on a cry as he looked down to see Harry’s lips stretched indecently around his cock, those green eyes illuminated only by the light of the snow globes as he drew back and then took Severus deeper and deeper.

The sensations were too much, and Severus couldn’t help but run his hands through Harry’s hair, gripping but not pulling as Harry withdrew, licking and sucking the tip and tonguing the slit, and then taking him in deeply once more. Severus cried out, clenching his fists, and Harry moaned, a deep guttural sound of pleasure. Severus needed no further encouragement to grab handfuls of the thick black locks and thrust, shallowly at first, but then Harry tilted his head back slightly and opened impossibly wider to take him in even further, until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Harry’s throat.

Another moan and Severus was thrusting, fucking Harry’s mouth once, twice and then his orgasm rushed through him with almost blinding force as he emptied himself down Harry’s throat.

Harry continued sucking until Severus shuddered, wrung out and over stimulated, then he slowly released Severus’ cock and made room for him on the floor as Severus slid down unceremoniously to land in a tangle of limbs. He had barely caught his breath when Harry straddled his legs, with just his zipper undone and cock held firmly, running his hand over Severus’ bare chest as he stroked himself.

“Can I- Oh, gods, Severus, need to…. come.”

A frisson of thrill ran up Severus’ spine at the thought of his chest decorated with Harry’s spunk, and his cock stirred once more at the mental image.

“Yes! Come on me, Potter…. ”, he said, and watched, aroused, as Harry’s hand moved over his cock, undulating his body and wanking himself in long strokes which sped up rapidly to short, fast bursts, his moans growing louder and causing Severus’ cock to harden again. Finally, his hand almost a blur, Harry’s legs clenched around Severus’ thighs and he came with a shout, cursing loudly as he emptied himself onto Severus’ chest.

The hot splatter of come was enough to pull another orgasm from Severus, and Harry collapsed onto the floor as Severus finished himself off, his own hot come hitting his chest and mingling with that of Harry’s.

“My god, that was incredible,” Harry gasped, his finger tracing swirls in the now-cooling mess on Severus’ chest, and then vanishing it all wordlessly.

“Incredible indeed. How did you-?”

“Manage to deep-throat you so spectacularly?”

Severus nodded, still a bit breathless.

“De-sensitizing Charm. One of George’s inventions. Works bloody well, wouldn’t you say?”

Severus would indeed.

“My gods, Potter, you’re a wickedly depraved man!”

Harry kissed him soundly. “It’s ‘Harry’.”

“I know.”


*****


Days later, Severus peered out the window and noticed that Harry was outside clearing snow from the path to the house. He was doing it the Muggle way, and Severus shook his head in amusement as he walked out to meet him. Harry saw him approach and grinned, folding his arms on the handle of the shovel and leaning on it.

“Hi.”

“You’re shovelling snow without a jacket?”

“Yeah, gets too hot when I’m going at it for a long time.”

“Do you like working harder than you have to?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Severus,” he replied with a lascivious wink. “There’s something to be said for building up a good sweat.”

Severus chuckled, then leaned in and kissed him chastely, a mere brushing of lips. As they parted, the snow began to fall softly, and a snowflake alighted gently and delicately on Harry’s eyelash, the juxtaposition of the pure white flakes against the devil’s own dark hair so striking that Severus felt his broken down and ill-used heart stutter and then surge reluctantly to life.

So this is happiness…

Severus reached for Harry, one arm going around the younger man’s waist as he tipped his chin upwards, catching those lips in a long, detailed and passionate kiss. They both gasped for air as they broke apart, and the snow fell heavier around them and dusted everything in the purest of white.

“But, Severus, I need to clear the path-”

Hugging him closer, Severus whispered, “Let it snow, Harry.. ”

Green eyes met his in surprise, and as Severus murmured a spell, the very air around them shimmered for a moment before they were enclosed in a large sphere. The snow at their feet transformed into the warmest and thickest of plush rugs.

“What’s all this?” Harry sounded impressed, and Severus preened a little in spite of himself.

“I’m trying out a little snow-globe making of my own.”

Harry grinned most wickedly. “And what do you have planned for us in here?”

“Oh, I think you’ll find out soon enough,” said Severus, as he slowly unbuttoned Harry’s shirt.

“But, it’s see-through!”

He pushed the shirt off of Harry’s shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground. “Privacy Charm.”

“What if somebody hears us?” Harry’s voice grew unsteady as Severus ran the backs of his hands inside the waist of Harry’s denims, along his stomach and then downwards.

“Extra strong silencing spells, Potter. I know how much noise you make.”

“What about the temperature? Cold isn’t good for…” and here Harry gestured towards the path Severus’ hands were taking. “You know.”

“Controlled heating charm.” and with a hiss from Harry, he slid his hands around the heated length.

“What about the snowflakes?” Harry’s voice was definitely unsteady as Severus began stroking him.

“Remember, that only happens when you shake the globe.”

Harry laughed breathlessly and Severus wrapped an arm firmly around Harry’s back and held him close as he released Harry’s cock and slid his hand around the waist of Harry’s denims, revelling in the heat of his flesh, and then down the back of his trousers to grab firmly at one arse cheek.

Severus felt Harry’s hard length against his own and squeezed Harry’s arse again, possessively, then slid his fingers between his arse cheeks, slicking them wordlessly. Harry moaned and spread his legs slightly with a muffled whimper, and Severus marvelled at the heat as he used his fingers to hold Harry’s arse cheeks apart while he circled the pucker of his arsehole with his middle finger, slowly, achingly slowly until the muscle relaxed just enough for him to press inside. Harry thrust back into his hand and tried to open himself even wider while Severus claimed his mouth forcefully as he pushed further inside Harry, making small circular movements that caused Harry’s body to judder and shake in his arms while making desperate little noises.

They kissed until Severus was almost as undone as Harry, then he withdrew his hand and lowered them both carefully to the ground. Harry lunged at him, panting, eyes clouded with lust, but Severus urged him to turn over.

“Up on your knees for me, Harry.”

Severus licked his lips at the sight of Harry’s arse in the air with his face buried in the soft rug. “I’m sorry to do this, but I’ll get you another pair, I promise,” and he used a Severing Charm to carefully slit the centre seam of the denims from the back to the front, leaving Harry’s legs still encased in denim but his arse, bollocks and cock deliciously exposed.

“Christ, Severus, what are you doing?” Harry moaned, voice thick with arousal.

“Taking a good look at what’s mine, Harry,” he murmured as he ran his palms over the heated flesh.

Harry’s cock was flushed deeply with colour, his bollocks swinging below his tightly-furled hole as he pushed back against Severus’ hands.

“Severus, please!”

“I’ve imagined you like this; us like this. If I were to create a globe the way you do, this would be the scene inside.”

Harry moaned as he arched his back, cocking his arse up to meet Severus’ roaming hands. “It’s just- ah! as well you don’t- oh! create them.”

“Mmmmm, perhaps so,” Severus murmured distractedly as he spread Harry’s cheeks wide and slid the tip of his cock up and down from the base of Harry’s bollocks to his clenching and unclenching hole. He conjured lube and slicked his cock before slathering the rest over Harry’s arsehole and bollocks, then repeated the maddening slide of his cock over and over, teasing them both into a frenzy.

Eventually, Harry‘s legs began shuddering and he knew that Harry was close to breaking, so he took a deep breath to steady himself and placed the tip of his cock against Harry’s hole, pushing in just until he felt resistance.

They both moaned as the tip breached the tight ring of muscle, and Severus waited, partly to give Harry time to adjust and partly to stop himself from coming too soon. He circled his hips slowly, not pushing in further but helping to relax the muscles, and before long Harry was rocking back against him.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, come on, Severus,” Harry nodded, his head pillowed on his hands, and Severus leaned into him, not thrusting, but sliding inexorably deeper in one long slow movement until his pelvis was flush with Harry’s arse.

“Oh my god! Severus!” Harry cried out, and Severus stilled, worried.

“Too much? Should I-”

“NO! Oh, no,” Harry gasped as he reached back and grabbed Severus’ leg. “Not too much, oh, Christ! I want you deep in me.”

Relief flooded Severus and he began a slow withdrawal, almost to the tip before another long slow slide in that grazed over Harry‘s prostate, gradually picking up the pace as Harry writhed and cursed beneath him, spreading his legs wider and begging and pleading most deliciously. Soon Severus was thrusting madly into that tight heat, sweat from his exertions running down his face and into his eyes, nearly blinding him, and Harry rocked back to met him every time, his moans growing louder and more desperate until he tensed and came, clamping down on Severus’ cock with such force that it dragged his orgasm from him in a blinding haze that almost buckled him over.

Severus continued thrusting, slowly, languorously as he smoothed his hands along Harry’s back until Harry swayed beneath him, then he withdrew just as slowly and lowered them both to the ground. The gentlest of cleaning charms later, he lay on his back in the warm plush rugs with Harry tucked under his arm. He was just about dozing off when he suddenly remembered:

“Harry…”

“Mmm?”

“I never really thanked you for rescuing me, from Azkaban, from all of it..."

Harry smiled softly. “You just did.” and brushed his lips gently against Severus’.

Severus returned the kiss, running his fingers softly through Harry’s hair and smiling to himself at an already-snoring Harry in his arms.


*****


Harry peers closely at his newest creation, checking and re-checking the spell work, but it is, in a word, perfect.

He looks on, almost in a world of his own, at the two figures inside the globe. A tall thin man with long hair stirs a cauldron while another shorter dark-haired man flies in on a broom. They embrace, and kiss, then hold their arms outstretched, and a ball of light blooms from their joined hands and fills the globe with radiance which then dissipates leaving snowflakes falling gently upon the couple. A moment of stillness, another gentle kiss, and the sequence begins again.

Warmed to the core, Harry smiles as he shakes the enchanted snow globe and gazes as the scene replays.

Perfect.

He gently places their globe on the shelf next to the Hogwarts globe and the Fawkes globe, and marvels once more at the difference a year has made.

~*~ fin ~*~


Back to Part 1