|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2008-03-23 04:36:00
|Entry tags:||fic, severus/neville, slash|
Happy Springsmut, chazpure!
Title: Neville's Portrait.
Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Neville Longbottom
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Five years after the war Professor Severus Snape's portrait appears on Professor Neville Longbottom's bedroom wall.
Warnings: Nothing too kinky and mostly epilogue compliant (Neville doesn't marry)
Word Count: ~5,450
Author's Notes: Big thanks to the mods for their endless support and patience and to A for the support and beta. This is the first time I've written anything more than a drabble in over five years and the first time I've ever written smut so please, constructive criticism is desperately needed. chazpure I hope you enjoy it.
Professor Neville Longbottom awoke early one morning to the unpleasant sensation of being watched. He sat up and looked around with bleary eyes, expecting to see a house-elf tending the fire or an owl sitting at the window. What he didn't expect was find a life-sized portrait of Severus Snape hanging on his bedroom wall, glaring at him.
'Agh!' Neville yelled and promptly fell out of bed.
'Eloquent as always I see Mr Longbottom,' Snape sneered.
Pushing himself up on one hand and trying desperately to untangle his legs from the blankets that had fallen with him, Neville stared wide eyed at the portrait of the man he had feared most in this world.
'P-p-professor Snape, Sir,' Neville stammered trying his best to keep the tremble out of his voice. 'Why are you on my wall?'
'I could well ask you the same question Mr Longbottom,' Snape replied icily. 'I assume this is a game of some sort; hang the most hated professor Hogwarts has ever known in the quarters of the most idiotic professor he will ever know, in a bid to drive him rapidly insane.'
'You could leave,' Neville said, rallying his Gryffindor spirit as he successfully freed himself from the tangle of his bed sheets and stood up. Snape raised an eyebrow and an evil smirk made its way across his thin lips. Neville faltered a moment and looked down at himself.
Teddy bear pyjamas.
He sighed and ran a hand through his short blond hair.
Snape waited a moment to allow the full level of humiliation to set in and then continued. 'I assure you Mr Longbottom, had I been able to leave, I would have the instant I knew whom it was snoring away in that bed. I certainly have no desire to torture myself with your presence.'
'I don't snore,' Neville protested.
'Please, I have spent the past two hours watching the very bed you sleep in move steadily across the room on sound vibrations alone.'
Neville coloured and changed the subject. 'So you’re stuck in your frame.'
'It would appear so.'
'But how is that even possible?'
'There are many spells that can confine a portrait to their frame. I am assuming this to be the work of those wretched Gryffindor brats,' Snape snarled.
'But Professor, the children would have no reason to. None of them have ever been taught by you and you're seen as a war hero now. They have no idea you were such a bastard.' Neville eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth.
Snape smirked. 'Well Mr Longbottom, some backbone at last.'
'Hey,' Neville cried out indignantly, 'I did everything possible to take you down when you were Headmaster, and I killed the snake.'
'Quite. I suppose I should thank you for ridding the world of the foul creature that took my life,' Snape mused, 'but I know it wasn't done for my sake so I won't.'
Neville snorted. 'Of course you wouldn't. Though speaking of the snake, it's strange that this portrait shows the scars of the attack. I mean the scars you would have had if you'd survived. I know the portrait of you in the Headmasters office doesn't have them.'
Snape reached up and felt his neck, his brow furrowing.
'YOU'RE LATE! YOU'RE LATE! YOU'RE LATE!'
Neville jumped and looked at the clock on the wall, a small figure of his grandmother was jumping up and down in the middle of the face, waving her arms and screaming at the top of her lungs.
'Bollocks!' Neville cursed. He ran around the room grabbing books and essays whilst simultaneously pulling off his pyjamas. The grandmother clock continued to wail and it wasn't until he had his top off and was hopping around trying to pull off his pants that he remembered the portrait.
Neville looked up.
'Bit early for a show wouldn't you think?' Snape said mildly, raising an eyebrow.
Neville felt his cheeks warm as he struggled to pull his pants up again. 'I'll just um, just go...' He gestured toward the bathroom.
'An unexpectedly wise decision from you, Mr Longbottom.'
'Right,' Neville squeaked then quickly gathered up his robes and ran into the bathroom.
When Neville returned from classes later that day he found Snape sitting on the floor of the painting thoughtfully stroking his scar with a slightly worried look on his face. Now that the shock of finding Snape on his wall had worn off, he noticed something rather unusual.
'It's only you,' Neville blurted out.
Snape's head jerked up and he quickly stood. 'What are you blithering about now?' he snapped.
'In your portrait, there's nothing but you in there,' Neville said in amazement
'You're powers of observation astound me, Mr Longbottom,' Snape sneered.
'You could call me "Professor" you know. That is my title now,' Neville said defensively.
'And wholly undeserved I'm sure.'
Neville rolled his eyes but chose to ignore the comment. 'I talked to Minerva. She said she'd come by tonight and try and lift whatever spell is on you.'
'Well then let us hope the old cat can get me out of here before I turn my robe into a noose.'
Neville tried to glare at him but Snape only smirked in response.
Professor McGonagall arrived around eight o'clock that evening. She walked up to the portrait and examined it closely. 'You're certainly looking well, Severus, better than your other portrait by all means.'
'I have never looked well you mangy old cat and you know it,' Snape replied icily.
The headmistress smiled. 'Good to see your spirits are still up, I'm sure we'll have you out of this frame and terrorising the castle in no time.'
Professor McGonagall took out her wand and murmured a few spells frowning as she did so. 'You know I don't think I've ever seen a portrait with as little in it as yours, Severus,' she said thoughtfully taking a step back. 'In fact having nothing but the subject represented could be seen as quite cruel. A portrait, though not a living person, still has a form of personality and intellect, why being left alone for hours on end with no books and such to distract could potentially drive you mad, Severus.'
'Any longer in Mr Longbottom's presence will guarantee that,' Snape replied dryly.
'Severus,' Professor McGonagall said sharply.
'He has a scar,' Neville said quietly.
'I'm sorry Neville?' Professor McGonagall asked turning to him.
'On his neck where that snake bit him, he has a scar.'
'Really?' Professor McGonagall said in amazement turning back to Snape and leaning in for a closer look. 'So he does. How unusual.'
'Yeah,' Neville replied feeling a little more confident. 'The Professor never survived long enough for the scars to appear so why would they be here now?'
Snape glared at them both. 'I am not a thing for you two to stand around and discuss,' he interrupted irritably.
'I'm sorry Severus, but you have to admit it is odd that the scars have appeared in this portrait while the other has none, just as it is equally strange that a portrait of you has appeared here at all.' Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed. 'Also, your hair looks a little longer.'
Snape reached up and ran his fingers through the greasy strands but said nothing.
They stood in silence while Professor McGonagall ran her wand over the portrait a few more times. 'Well I can't find any sign of a spell that would be restricting your movements, though it would seem that your frame is also stuck to the wall.' She lowered her wand. 'This is certainly a mystery that needs to be solved and seeing as you are both are so directly affected, I would think it would be only sensible that you two get to work on figuring it out. Together.' She gave Snape's portrait another thoughtful look and headed for the door. 'I'll see you in the morning Neville, and Severus, don't act like a prat,' she finished cheerfully.
Snape and Neville looked at each other in despair.
For most of the time, Snape was left blissfully alone as Neville attended classes, worked in the greenhouses and spent the remainder of his time wandering around the castle, speaking to the inhabitants of all the paintings and the ghosts about Snape's situation. Unfortunately none of them had heard anything like it before, so Saturday morning - three weeks after Snape had appeared - Neville was in the library checking out all the books available on the subject of portraits.
A large pile of floating books preceded Neville into his bedroom. He lowered them onto the floor in front of the frame and closed the door behind him. 'These are all the books on portraits the library has.'
Snape looked at the pile. 'More than I would have thought.'
'Yeah,' Neville replied walking toward the portrait, 'considering there's no real arts program here it does seem a bit excessive. Anyway that's good news for us, we're more likely to find something amongst all this'
'And how, Mr Longbottom, do you suppose we're going to find anything when I am unable to open a book?' Snape asked condescendingly.
Neville's face fell. 'I could read aloud,' he suggested timidly.
'Merlin, as if I didn't hear your bloody voice enough already,' Snape sneered.
'Well if you have another idea I'd like to hear it,' Neville said heatedly, taking a step forward and knocking the stack of books onto the portrait. 'Oh, sorry Professor I-' Neville looked down and cut himself off in astonishment.
The books hadn't fallen onto the portrait, they'd fallen through it.
Snape raised an eyebrow and reached down to pick one up and carelessly flipped through the pages. 'It appears to be intact,' he said mildly, hiding his astonishment.
'That shouldn't happen,' Neville said when he found his voice again.
'For once I agree with you,' Snape replied. 'Something from the real world should not be able to pass through.'
'Unless you are a part of the real world,' Neville said quietly.
Snape glared at him. 'Don't be ridiculous,' he spat. 'The real me is dead.'
'But how do you explain the scar and the length of your hair?' Neville protested. 'You even look a little older than the last time I saw you. I mean who has ever heard of a portrait that showed what a person would, have looked like if they hadn't died?'
Snape didn't answer.
'Stranger things have happened,' Neville said hesitantly. 'I mean we do live in a world of magic.'
'Magic can't bring the dead back to life, Mr Longbottom,' Snape said with a sigh.
Neville laid his hand on the surface of the painting, it remained where it was. 'No it can't,' he agreed.
Neville returned late the Sunday after Christmas to find Snape sitting on a leather lounge reading a book. Ever since they had discovered that things could be passed through the canvas, they had quickly set to work on making the portrait slightly more comfortable by adding a lounge, side table, light crystal and numerous books.
'Have a pleasant time?' Snape asked mildly as Neville slipped off his outer robe and hung it in the closet.
'It was fine,' Neville said shrugging his shoulders and flopping into his favourite chair that was now sitting in front of Snape's frame.
'Fine?' Snape said shutting his book. 'I would have thought seeing friends and family would have conjured up more expressive adjectives than the word fine. Irritating for the Potters and maddening for the Weasleys might have been a better choice.'
'Yeah, well spending Christmas in St Mungo's with parents who don't recognise you after a having lunch with two of the world's most perfect families tends to put a damper on the day,' Neville said bitterly.
'Ah,' Snape replied.
Neville sighed. 'Here, Merry Christmas,' he said, passing a brown package through the canvas.
Snape raised an eyebrow and took it. 'Well isn't my face red, I didn't get you a thing.'
'Then my birthday present better be brilliant,' Neville said, grinning.
Snape unwrapped the brown paper and pulled out a thick leather bound tome. Curious, he opened the cover and read: Potions Monthly, June 1998, Issue #9385. He flicked through the book and found that the pages contained every issue of the journal for the last five years.
'I thought you might want to catch up on what you've missed,' Neville said hesitantly. 'I've subscribed for you, too.'
Snape closed the book and placed his hand on the cover. 'Yes, no doubt my own subscription has lapsed.' He took a breath. 'Thank you.'
Neville's eyes widened and he blushed. 'Um, you're welcome.' He paused and gathered his courage. 'Severus.'
Snape looked at him. 'Merry Christmas,' he said.
One snowy Sunday afternoon a few weeks after Christmas saw Neville curled up in his chair pouring over another useless book while Snape did the same. Snape had made quick work of all the library books and were now reading some old obscure texts Neville had managed to borrow from the Wizarding library in London.
The fire popped as Neville put his book down and sighed. 'Nothing in this one either,' he said, standing up and stretching his arms high above his head.
Snape slammed his book down making Neville jump. 'Of course there's nothing, just as there is nothing in this book or any of the books we have because, Mr Longbottom, there isn't anything to find.'
Neville looked at him for a moment and then picked up another book. 'I don't believe that,' he said firmly and settled back into his chair, studiously ignoring the glare he could feel fixed on him.
'Well if the illustrious Mr Longbottom doesn't believe it then it can't possibly be true,' Snape sneered.
'That's right,' Neville said mildly turning the page of his book.
Snape's eyes, if possible, narrowed even further. 'Mr Longbottom-' he started but was cut off.
'I found something, look!' Neville yelled out excitedly and jumped up from his chair to thrust the book through the canvas.
Snape scowled and snatched it from Neville's hand and began reading. Loath as he was to admit it, Neville had indeed found something. According to the text, it seemed that those who had died before their time could be given a second chance. The soul would remain asleep in the walls of its true home until it sensed the presence of its saviour and made itself known.
Snape put the book down. 'I am alive,' he said quietly.
'Yeah,' Neville replied enthusiastically, 'and I'm your saviour. Isn't that brilliant?'
Snape raised an eyebrow and whispered dangerously, 'Brilliant? I am alive, materialised as a portrait stuck in its frame and my saviour turns out to be the bane of my past and present existence.'
'Looks like it,' Neville replied heatedly.
'And how exactly are you going to save me, Mr Longbottom?' Snape sneered.
They both stared angrily at each other for a moment before Neville looked away. 'I'm not sure,' he admitted, 'but I'll figure it out. What else does that book say?'
Two hours later and they had the answer they were looking for.
'It's a potion,' Snape murmured. 'A paint in fact, one that needs to be applied by the saviour directly onto the subject.'
'Yes!' Neville exclaimed.
'A potion only the saviour can brew.'
'I trust you see the problem?'
Neville looked at him in confusion. 'I don't see how... '
'You don't think I can do this,' Neville finished dejectedly.
Snape's eyes flashed. 'Professor Longbottom even you could not have forgotten the five wasted years I spent trying to have you brew a simple Calming Draught without blowing up half the classroom.' He sneered. 'Believe me when I say this potion will be infinitely more complicated and that I don't think you'll be able to get a quarter of the way through it without blowing up half the castle!'
Hurt, Neville looked down at his hands. Big hands, strong hands. Good for pulling up Mandrakes and fighting back the vines of a Venomous Tentacula. Not much for potions he thought, looking at Snape's long elegant fingers.
'Of course the one chance I have to leave this bloody prison is in the clumsy hands of the most idiotic student I ever had the misfortune to teach!' Snape finished viciously.
Neville took a calming breath and reached out to stroke his fingers along the smooth, painted lines of Snape's hair, following the path down over the scars on his neck, across his shoulder and down the sleeve of his robe, lingering as he reached Snape's hand.
'Did you feel that?' Neville asked quietly.
'Yes,' Snape answered, his voice rough.
Neville raised his other hand and placed it on Snape's chest, over his heart.
'And this?' he asked.
Snape only nodded.
'What does it feel like?'
'Warm and solid. Strong,' Snape answered quietly.
'These are my hands,' Neville said firmly, looking into Snape's eyes. 'I once used them to destroy a part of Voldemort's soul and now I'm going to use them to set yours free.'
It took six weeks for Neville to collect all the needed ingredients for the potion. He had to wait until the full moon to gather most of the plant components, and a further two weeks on top of that distilling them. The animal parts were a little easier as most were available in the potions classroom, but he had to go to Hagrid for the unicorn hair he would need for the brush.
He had set a makeshift lab up in his room as Snape had insisted on overseeing every aspect of its creation. The ingredients were lined up in the way Snape wanted, the fire under the cauldron adjusted until Snape was happy with the colour of the flame. Neville stood poised over the bench ready to take orders. His hands shook as he picked up the knife; it all came down to this and he wasn't going to bollocks it up. He drew on his Gryffindor strength and courage. He was ready.
Snape started barking orders at him, one after the other scrutinising over every detail. Neville chopped and crushed, measured and stirred and did his best. He was quite pleased that it only took them three tries until Snape was satisfied with the finished product, no matter what the other man was yelling at him.
Neville waited until the mixture cooled then carefully ladled it into a bowl. He picked up the fine unicorn hair brush and took both over to Snape's portrait.
'This is it then,' Neville said, exhausted.
'Yes it is,' Snape replied.
Taking a breath Neville dipped the brush into the mixture and painted a long stripe through Snape's hair. The mixture shimmered gold for a moment then disappeared, but Neville noticed that Snape's hair had lost the flat look the rest of his body had. It wasn't completely three dimensional, but it was a start. Encouraged, Neville continued.
When Neville finished with the hair he moved onto face carefully following the lines and contours, smiling as he watched Snape suppress a shudder with each stroke he made.
'Tickle?' Neville asked innocently.
'Don't be absurd, I'm not ticklish,' Snape replied haughtily.
'Maybe you've just never been touched in the right place. I could help you with that when we get you out of there,' Neville said cheekily.
Snape raised an eyebrow. 'I'd advise you not to make promises you can't keep, Mr Longbottom.'
It was a rather loaded thing to say, Neville knew, but he had thought the past few months of working together, sharing thoughts and feelings, well as much as Snape would allow anyway, and that time Neville sort of touched him had to mean something.
'Don't worry, Professor, I always keep my promises.' He grinned, dipping the brush back into the bowl and moving onto the neck.
Painting Snape allowed Neville the opportunity to see him in a way he never had before. Of course the hair was still oily and the nose would always be too big for that face, but there were other features that balanced them out to make Snape appear almost attractive, like his eyes so deep and black with long thick lashes and that pale, slender neck. Neville paused for a moment, imagining himself running his tongue over the scars that ran down the side.
'You're staring. Are the scars really that disgusting to you?' Snape snapped, bringing Neville out of his daydream.
'No, sorry, just thinking,' Neville replied, shaking his head and continuing his work.
'Thinking? Well will wonders never cease?' Snape said, but the sharp edge his voice may have once held was no longer there.
Neville smiled. 'I think you'll find me full of surprises,' he replied cheekily as he finished the neck. 'Um, Severus?'
'I, um, I need you to take off your robe now.' Neville could feel his cheeks colouring as he said it.
'Why Mr Longbottom, don't tell me you're feeling shy now.' Snape smirked as he toed off his boots and started on his buttons.
Neville watched as Snape's long fingers expertly pushed the buttons through their holes, and imagined just what else those fingers might be able to do.
Snape flicked open the last of the buttons and let the robe slip from his shoulders. Like any true wizard, he wore nothing underneath.
Neville's eyes widened and he took a moment to compose himself before dipping the brush again and trailing it across the strong shoulders, over the prominent collarbones and down over Snape's rosy nipples. Neville felt his breathing quicken as the brush got closer to Snape's cock which was already half hard, hanging heavily in a thatch of thick black curls. Carefully he stroked the brush over the sensitive area drawing a ragged breath out of Snape. Neville smiled and continued down the pale legs to the feet.
Neville put the brush down and stood up. He rested his palm against the canvas, and from his side, Snape did the same. Snape could feel the familiar warmth of Neville's hand and focused on it, imagining how it had felt stroking his hair, resting on his chest.
Snape curled his fingers and laced them with Neville's own.
Neville gasped. 'It's working,' he whispered, staring at their entwined hands.
Then Snape took a breath and stepped forward into Neville's waiting arms.
At first the kiss was gentle and shy, a hesitant brush of closed lips as if wanting to affirm that the other was actually there and willing to do this. Then Neville opened his mouth and let his tongue swipe over Snape's lips, and the kiss went from sweet and slow to frantic in a matter of seconds.
Neville felt as if a dam had burst inside of him, and all that he had desired these past months was flooding out of him through this kiss. He didn't have much time to think how good it felt before he found himself pinned against the wall, Snape's naked body a warm weight over his.
Snape rolled his hips and Neville gasped as he felt Snape's hard length rub against his thigh. His hands scrabbled against Snape's bare back and his head fell back against the stone. Snape swooped down and nipped his way down the exposed throat, tearing open Neville's robes as he did so.
Neville cried out as Snape's tongue travelled down his chest, lapping at his nipples and tickling his ribs. His fingers tangled in Snape's greasy hair as Snape sucked on a spot near his hip, and he pulled him up for another bruising kiss.
'There'll be plenty of time for that later,' Neville whispered, pulling his wand out of the pocket of his ruined robe, 'and right now I don't want to wait. Accio lube.'
Snape's eyes burned into Neville's and he caught the tube out of the air. 'Take it off,' he said, nodding his head at Neville's robe as he unscrewed the lid and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers.
Neville shrugged off his robe and spread his legs a little. He took the tube and squeezed some onto his own hand, dropping it when he was done. Snape almost smiled and reached behind Neville's sac, fingers skimming along the cleft. Neville breathed in sharply and wrapped his own hand around Snape's cock, letting himself get used to the weight and size of it as Snape began stroking his hole.
Snape slipped a finger in and wiggled it a bit before adding another. All he wanted to do was lift Neville off his feet and plunge deep inside, but he was damned if he was going to cause him any pain, so he plunged his tongue into Neville's mouth instead, showing him there what he wanted, what he was going to get.
Neville sucked hungrily on the tongue invading his mouth as he roughly jerked Snape's cock. 'Enough!' he gasped, pulling away. 'In me, now!'
Snape didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers free and lifted Neville's legs off the ground, wrapping them around his hips. He grabbed his cock and fumbled a bit before it finally slid home. He pushed up once, twice, until he was fully sheathed, then began to slowly rock his hips, pushing Neville's back against the rough stone wall.
Neville wrapped his arms around Snape's neck as the strokes got harder, faster. He could feel Snape's breath on his shoulder and hands gripping his arse. He knew neither of them was going to be able to hold out much longer but that was okay, like he knew that their first time could only be like this; absolutely desperate.
Snape took Neville in one hand and began to pump him hard in time with his thrusts. 'Fuck, Severus,' was all Neville managed before spilling himself over the both of them. Snape leaned his forehead against Neville's, mouths open, their lips barely brushing, and came with a small cry.
Snape slipped gently out and lowered Neville's legs to the floor before they stumbled hand in hand over to the bed and collapsed there, out of breath. Snape turned his head to look at Neville. His face was flushed, pink lips swollen with kisses and blond hair darkened with sweat. His eyes trailed down the young man's body until it reached the sated cock resting between his legs.
'You did that,' Neville said quietly.
'Yes I suppose I did,' Snape answered his voice just as low.
'Will you do it again?'
Snape felt something jolt inside of him. Did he want to do this again? Obviously yes, he'd be happy to fuck Neville twice a day every day of the year, if at all possible, but to do that he would have to stay here with him and, really, that's what Neville wanted to know.
Did he want to stay?
A wave of emotion swept over Snape and had to close his eyes. He was alive. He was free. He could live his life now however he chose. Oh, how he had dreamed about this moment, a lifetime of imagining himself to be anywhere but where he was, of being able to leave and do what he wanted to do, to be…
Happy. After months of living with a man that drove him mad, a man that had helped set him free, a man who had the sweetest smile and strong hands. Happy.
Would he do it again? Would he stay?
'Yes,' Snape said simply and opened his eyes.
Professor Neville Longbottom awoke the next morning to the feeling of being watched. He opened his eyes and smiled. Snape’s black eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that was softened by the emotion he could see flickering in their depths.
'Morning,' Neville whispered, not wanting to break the moment.
'Good morning,' Snape replied just as quietly.
'How do you feel?' Neville asked.
'Quite well for a man who has only recently returned from the dead.'
'And was then shagged senseless. Twice.' Neville grinned.
Snape raised an eyebrow. 'Senseless, hmm? So sure of ourselves are we?'
'I think the noises you were making are testament to that.' Neville’s grin widened as he saw Snape's cheeks colour.
They lay in silence as the morning sun rose over the horizon and crept through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room.
'We'll have to get up soon,' Neville said reaching out and brushing a hank of oily black hair behind Snape's ear. 'I have classes and you'll need to go out there, too, let the world know you're alive again or, actually, were never really dead.'
Snape made a non-committal sound and closed his eyes.
'You worried?' Neville asked concern lacing his voice.
Snape eyes snapped open. 'Worried? After these past months, I don't believe anything could ever worry me again.'
Neville grinned at him and threw himself at Snape, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
'Get off, you'll be late for the brats,' Snape said irritably, making no real effort to dislodge Neville. 'Unless, of course, you think we have time.'
'I'll make time,' Neville replied cheekily and took Snape's lips in a quick kiss. 'Shower, let's go.'
Neville threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. He looked down at Snape, lying naked in a bed that reeked delightfully of sex. Neville reached out and took Snape's hand, pulling him out of bed with no small amount of protest and led him to the bathroom. He opened the shower door and turned on the taps before stepping inside, pulling Snape with him. Snape stepped in eagerly and pushed Neville back against the wall.
Neville let out a high pitched yelp. 'Tiles are cold,' he offered sheepishly. 'Besides, don't think that just because you always had control in the past, you still have it now.'
Neville quickly changed their positions, delighting in the small noise Snape made when his arse hit the cold tiles, and began kissing along the path the water made down Snape's chest.
When Neville reached Snape's cock, already half hard from the kisses, he looked up and flicked his tongue over the wet head before sucking the tip into his mouth. Snape's hips bucked and Neville placed a hand over each, pushing him back against the wall, taking the cock deeper, feeling it lengthen and harden as he sucked. Snape moaned above him and Neville reached one hand between Snape's legs, gripping his balls and lightly massaging them with his fingertips.
Snape let out a ridiculous sounding giggle and tried to pull back. 'No, stop,' he panted. 'T-tickles.'
Neville pulled his mouth back and looked up. 'What?'
'Your hand, don't do that, it tickles,' Snape replied, calming a little.
Neville grinned. Snape had ticklish balls.
'What this?' Neville said innocently, rolling his fingers again.
Snape let out another undignified giggle and his knees buckled a bit. 'No! Don't! Stop!' he gasped.
'Don't stop? Okay.' Neville's grin widened, and he gave one more roll of his fingers before letting go and taking Snape deep into his mouth again.
With Neville sucking hard, his mouth moving quickly up and down and his strong hands holding Snape against the wall, it wasn't long before Snape felt the familiar rush of pleasure travel up his cock.
'Neville, wait, I'm going to-'
Neville cut him off by sucking harder, and soon a bitter taste filled his mouth. He waited until Snape was completely spent then let him slip from his mouth, swallowing as he did.
Snape recovered quickly and pulled Neville to his feet kissing him, grabbing his cock, pulling on it hard and fast; the furious pace sent Neville over the edge in a matter of minutes with a muffled cry.
Neville leaned his head against Snape's chest until his breathing slowed, then leaned up to give him quick kiss. 'That was amazing. Shampoo my hair?'
Snape looked at him for a moment before rolling his eyes and picking up the shampoo.
After the shower, they dried and dressed quickly, Snape in a set of Neville's robes which he charmed to be several inches longer and black.
At the front door, Neville took a breath. 'There’s going to be quite a commotion when we leave this room together,' he said, smoothing his hands down the front of Snape's robes. 'Are you ready?'
Snape placed his hands over Neville's and looked at him, his dark eyes reflecting all he wouldn't say.
Neville smiled, and together they opened the door to their new lives.