unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2007-07-08 20:49:00 |
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Original poster: occasusvenustas
Title:: Most Frightening Thing
Pairing:: Severus/Harry
Rating:: R
Summary:: What frightens Harry most?
Disclaimer:: Don't own. The end.
A/N:: So with my colicky dear sweet lovely month-old baby, I don't have much time for fic. But today she graced me with a good thirty minutes and I came up with this. So uhm... enjoy. X-posted.
Thump! Thump!
It was the third time Harry’d heard the noise. He tossed his book down on the sofa and crept down the hallway towards the bedroom. He was almost positive his home was curse-free. Almost positive. But one could never be too sure when one was Harry Potter.
Hand poised over his wand, Harry pushed the door to the bedroom open and stepped inside. All seemed to be well. All was quiet, anyway. And then it happened again.
Thump! Thump!
This time, however, Harry could see the tall wardrobe shaking. Licking his lips, Harry raised his wand a bit nervously and pointed it at the wardrobe. “Stop being such a coward,” he said aloud to himself. “You killed a Dark Lord for Christ’s sake.”
Taking a deep breath, Harry waved his wand at the wardrobe, opening it. First all he saw was the darkness, and then Severus Snape tumbled out.
Harry jumped back in surprise. “Holy hell! What were you doing in there? I thought you had gone? Did you get stuck?”
Severus gave a small shrug and then a nod.
“For how long? You’ve been away for hours. Is the wardrobe cursed?”
“Yes,” Snape muttered.
Harry was going to say something else, perhaps demand how Severus managed to get locked in their wardrobe, cursed or not, but he didn’t have the opportunity. Before Harry could even think to form a question, Snape was on him. Not just on him, but on him. Kissing him, licking his neck, biting his ears.
It was too much all at once and Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head. He gave himself over to Snape, letting his lover throw him, belly first, atop the bed. Snape mounted him, kissing and stroking him as he did.
Harry all-but lost his breath as Snape slid inside of him, riding him hard and furious… Just the way Harry liked it. He was sweaty, moaning and crying aloud as Snape pounded him deeper and deeper.
Harry thought he would lose his mind just before he exploded, the thick semen coating the sheets beneath him. Harry struggled to catch his breath, wiping away droplets of sweat from his brow.
“Lord, what got into you?” Harry asked.
When he received no answer, Harry turned to look up at Snape. And to his complete and utter horror, it wasn’t Snape standing over him looking thoroughly shagged. It was Ron Weasley looking thoroughly shagged.
Harry screamed, scrambling back across the bed and backing up into the wall. “What the hell?!”
Right at that moment, a very tired and rather over-worked Severus Snape was entering the house. He was just hanging his cloak when he heard Harry’s scream and he hurried down the hall.
Bursting into the bedroom he noticed three things; Harry cowering by the wall, Ron standing by the bed looking rather rumpled, and the smell of sex. Severus’ eyes narrowed in anger, thinking he’d caught Harry in the act.
He opened his mouth to let out a stream of curses when Ron suddenly turned to him. “You little-“ Snape started when Ron suddenly morphed into a rather large, vicious werewolf.
It took Snape only seconds to realise it was not a real werewolf, but a Boggart. He lifted his wand, cast Riddikulus and in a pouf, the creature had disappeared.
Snape swallowed, blinked a few times and turned to Harry. “What, exactly, was that about?”
“It was… I just…” Harry sputtered. “A Boggart?”
“Clearly,” Snape said. “But what. Was. That. About?”
“I er…” Harry said.
“Had sex with it?” Snape offered.
“I… yeah,” Harry muttered.
“With a thing you thought was Ron?”
“NO!” Harry cried. “Well yes, but I thought it was you!”
“Please explain a little more clearly,” Snape said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Harry took a deep breath. “I’d been hearing a noise all day. When I finally came in to investigate, I opened the wardrobe and you stepped out. I asked if you had been stuck in there and you said yes. Before I had the chance to ask you how you got stuck in the wardrobe, you started kissing me. Next thing I know we’re on the bed… you know… having hot sex. When it’s over I look up and I see Ron standing over me.” Harry paused to shudder deeply. “Then I screamed and next thing you walk in and… yeah.”
“You didn’t think it was strange at all that I immediately wanted to shag after having been stuck in a wardrobe all day?”
“I didn’t really think about it,” Harry answered with a shrug.
“Of course not,” Snape sneered.
Harry closed his eyes in an attempt to take it all in. He stood there for several moments before he heard a strange sound. Opening his eyes, he saw Snape standing there with a hand over his mouth, laughing.
“What’s so damn funny?” Harry demanded.
Snape shook his head and collected himself. “Your Boggart used to be Dementors.”
“So?” Harry asked.
“And now your biggest fear is having sex with Ron Weasley.”
“Oh sod off!” Harry said and attempted to brush past him but Snape caught him by the collar of his robe and pulled him back. Harry glowered up at his lover. “What?”
“So what’s it like? Sex with a Boggart.”
“Now it feels strange. But he really had your technique down,” Harry said and eyed the wardrobe again. “I wonder how long he’s been watching us.”
Severus smirked. “Well at least now I know what to get you to keep you occupied while I’m away.”
“Ass,” Harry said, smacking Severus.
Severus pulled Harry in and kissed him. “Shall we begin the next Boggart’s training?”
Harry was about to say something cheeky but when Severus threw him on the bed, he decided against it. His last coherent thought was, “No creature could ever compare to the real thing.”