Snarry-a-Thon14: FIC: Panic at the Leaky Cauldron Title: Panic at the Leaky Cauldron Author:sra_danvers Other pairings/threesome: Hannah Longbottom/Neville Longbottom Rating: NC-17 Word count: 3,056 Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *None beyond what the prompt suggests.* Prompt: #112: Auror!Harry is sent in to rescue several people and finds himself in a fuck or die situation with Severus. Summary: *See prompt* A/N: English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes…
Panic at the Leaky Cauldron
“Hi, Hannah, they sent me again; what’s the problem?” Harry Potter said, entering the Leaky Cauldron.
“I didn’t call the Aurors, Harry,” the landlady answered.
“Please, tell me your employee did,” Harry said hopefully.
“Tessie! Did you call the Aurors?” Hannah shouted to the young lady.
All the customers felt silent suddenly.
“No, I didn’t! Hi, Harry!”
The Auror ignored the girl’s wave and went to the door quickly. His young partner followed closely behind.
“No shit,” whispered Harry after casting a spell at the door. “We have a captivum situation,” he said to his colleague. “Gather all the customers in front of the counter and tell them that they can’t leave; I’ll talk with Hannah.”
Harry felt sorry for his partner when he heard the people’s angry yells, but he knew the trainee needed the experience.
“Sorry, Hannah, it happened again,” Harry said to his friend. “No one can leave until they withdraw the hex.”
“Oh, Harry, it’s the third time this month. This is bad for business.”
“I know, I know. Look, I will compensate you myself.”
“It’s not your fault, Harry.” Hannah sighed deeply. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. Go save your partner from lynching; it looks he doesn’t know how to handle a crowd. Isn’t he too young? I haven’t seen him before.”
“He’s Thomas, he just finished training,” Harry said, looking at the poor boy, who was looking really distressed. “It would be better if I come to the rescue,” he joked, turning to go to the irritated customers.
“Harry!” Hannah called to him. Then she smiled kindly, and Harry knew he was in trouble. That’s why Neville’s wife was such a good landlady, because she knew how to handle people and give bad news. “Snape’s here.”
“Where is he?” Harry demanded, livid.
“He’s at the table by the corner. He hasn’t even risen.”
“Yes, I can imagine…” Harry said. He thanked the woman with a nod and went to help his partner.
At that point the customers were shouting at the poor Auror. Knowing that Severus Snape was there, Harry no longer felt so confident.
“Auror Potter!” some customers shouted when they saw him.
Harry didn’t even have to say a word to silence them. That made the situation worse for him. Harry made the mistake of looking at Severus, who was—as he expected—smirking at him.
“Auror Potter, I must pick my son up at school!” a woman said. Many others also demanded to go.
“Please, have patience,” Harry said. Thomas pouted; he had used the textbook sentence repeatedly and nobody had paid heed to him. In contrast, all the customers went quiet when Potter said it the first time. “We know this is a terrible inconvenience, but nobody can leave until our colleagues from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes reverse the spell that is locking us away.”
The customers began to complain again, all speaking at the same time.
“Please, let Auror Potter do his work,” Hannah said, coming to Harry’s rescue. “We’ll serve you free beverages. Tessie, help me here.”
Harry heaved a sigh of relief, until he looked at the table where Severus was supposed to be. The table was deserted. He got to see his black robe waving before disappearing through the back door. He ran after him.
“Severus!” Harry shouted, just when Snape was about to close the bathroom door. “Don’t go there, the last time that door was hexed, too.”
“Last time? How many times have you saved a crowd by fucking them?” Snape said angrily.
Harry was about to yell at him when he remembered this time it could be true. He sighed deeply and looked at his ex-partner.
“How do you know?”
“I went to the door before you did,” Snape answered bitterly.
“Of course, you tried to leave the moment I entered. Well, you’re wrong; all the other times that particular hex was reversed by the boys in Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Again you’re doubting me, and this time I don’t even have to give you any explanations.”
“What a coincidence that you were here, isn’t it?” Snape asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.
“Not a coincidence,” Harry said. He messed his hair and sighed again. He used to do that a lot when he was with Severus. “It was a silly revenge.”
“Oh. Another discontented lover?”
“I arrested a man for disorderly conduct,” Harry explained, ignoring the bitter question. “He was… making out with a girl in that same bathroom. This is the third time he has cast the Lusting Spell on the Leaky Cauldron. As you noticed, the door will open if someone has sex in the place. But that will be not necessary, as I have told you,” Harry repeated, knowing how jealous Severus was. In fact, that was what drove them apart.
“Interesting spell; the wizard who conceived it must be so smart, and such a tease. I know someone who just fits the profile. And lately he’s been a menace. Are you going to arrest him again?”
“He went through so much pain, as you know. He’s better now.”
“So you are going to use your position to help him avoid his rightful penance?” Snape asked.
“George sacrificed a lot fighting for the Wizarding world! He deserves compassion and patience.”
“Don’t speak to me about sacrifices, Potter,” Snape said angrily.
“Please, Severus, try to understand. Everyone deserves a second chance.”
They both looked in each other’s eyes for a while; no words were needed to know what they were thinking.
“Harry, is everything all right?” Hannah asked, having seen his friend going after Snape. “Oh, Severus, just as well you didn’t close the door! Last time they cast double time to reverse this one…” Snape just stared at the woman. “Harry, the customers are asking for you. You know what people are like; they’re pestering your young partner.”
“Thanks, Hannah, I’ve finished here,” Harry said sadly, trying to not looking at Severus and failing badly.
“Hannah, there’s an old wizard who’s asking for Ogden’s Old Firewhisky,” Tessie said, waving at Harry again while she was approaching them.
“I hope your colleagues finish soon, Harry, or this is going to ruin me!” Hannah complained.
“I would sacrifice myself and lie with Auror Harry,” Tessie said teasingly, winking at Harry.
“You’re not his type at all, you tantalising young…” Snape threatened.
“Stop, Severus!” Harry yelled. “She’s just teasing me, aren’t you?” he asked Tessie, trying to calm the tense atmosphere. The girl just winked at the Auror and left, followed by a flushed Hannah.
“I can see your horde of admirers doesn’t cease,” Snape said.
“Severus, please, she’s too young even for me. She was just teasing, she does it with everyone. I bet she was chatting up the poor old wizard and that’s why he asked for an Ogden’s.”
“Because she’s a lady. I bet you like your young assistant more …”
“Thomas is not my assistant; he’s my partner and has a girlfriend.” Harry rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know why I’m still offering explanations to you.”
“Yes, I recall you were always excusing yourself,” Snape said bitterly.
“Because you were always accusing me!” Harry shouted.
Angry and tired, Harry grabbed Severus’ arm and led him to the kitchen, where there was nobody at that hour.
Once there, Harry closed the door and stood in front of his jealous ex.
“Come on, cast the spell. The one that will tell you when the last time was I fucked anybody. I know you have cast it many times before…”
“It’s a dark spell,” Snape said, taking his wand without conviction.
“It’s borderline, and I’ve given you my permission. At least this time.”
Severus stared at Harry for a moment before pointing at him with his wand. So many times he had done it surreptitiously…
“So?” Harry asked, knowing that Severus remembered well the date of their last coupling. They were not together anymore at that moment, but they had been fighting and got carried away. “Aren’t you going to ask forgiveness?”
“As you said, you don’t even have to give me any explanations,” Snape said stubbornly.
“Well, have your way!” Harry said, raising his hands up in the air.
He went to the exit and almost smacked his face into the door when he couldn’t open it.
“Damn,” Harry said, realising he had been so angry at Severus that he hadn’t checked for any hexes before closing the kitchen door.
“So I’m stuck in the kitchen of the Leaky Cauldron,” Snape mocked Harry, who still was facing the door. “Now I understand people; I’m so relieved Auror Potter is here with me…” he added sarcastically.
“I should have left you trapped in the bathroom,” Harry muttered.
“You should. But you didn’t, and now we’re here, one fuck away from freedom.”
“You can’t be serious,” Harry said, turning to meet Severus’ eyes.
“Have you something better to do? Aren’t you hungry? You can make me an omelette; I’ve always loved your cheese omelettes.”
“You loathed my cooking, so don’t be mean,” Harry said, annoyed.
“I can be very kind to you, if you want. Did Hannah just say that they took more time to reverse the bathroom hex? How much time do you think they need to work with this one? Is it more powerful than the one on that door?”
“I can’t believe you… Severus, I’m on duty!”
“And I’m a citizen in need. Aren’t you going to liberate me, Auror Potter?”
Harry bit his lower lip. Severus knew exactly what his deep voice was doing to him, teasing him with their old dirty game of “Aurors.”
“This is not a good idea,” Harry said.
Snape smiled; when Harry bit his lip he knew he had him in the palm of his hand. He approached him and stood as close as he could without touching him.
“Don’t you want me anymore?” Severus asked. He knew the answer already, by the bulge in Harry’s pants created by his closeness. “Don’t you miss me?”
“You know I still desire you. Wanting you has never been a problem in our relationship. But your jealousy and possessiveness…”
Snape shut Harry up by kissing him. He didn’t want to argue again, especially knowing that he would lose another time.
The kiss was forceful and firm, but soon Harry melted into his mouth and gave up his reserve. In no time they were kissing hungrily, with the passion not even their frequent arguments had gotten to cool off.
“If we do it, we must be fast and silent,” Harry said, already working on the buttons of his trousers.
“You don’t know how to be quiet when my dick is up in your arse,” Severus teased. He ogled Harry’s rear while the Auror was taking off his underwear. “By the way, they can’t hear us, the same way they can’t communicate with the Leaky until they reverse the spell.”
“I don’t know how the hex works. If it ends while we’re at it, I don’t want to attract unwanted attention. Aren’t you going to undress?”
“And risk being caught? I think not.” Severus opened his trousers and freed himself, smirking when Harry wetted his lips. He sat in a stool and began slowly stroking himself without taking off any clothes. “Time is running out, Auror Potter. Are you going to wait for help or are you going to be the one who will save me?”
“Damn, Severus.” Harry cast a spell to prepare himself and approached his lover. “How are we going to make this work?” he said, also touching himself to tease his ex.
“Sit on top of me. Not that way: your back against my chest.”
Harry would have laughed if he wasn’t so nervous. He feared being caught, but he was anxious, too, about being in Severus’ arms again. He had missed him every day since their last time. He was missing him even when they were together, those last days when things were going unbearably.
It helped that Severus was so tall. And maybe Harry was shorter, but he was strong enough to support his weight with his hands on the table. So it was easy to balance himself and sit on Severus’ lap, while Severus was holding his cock and sliding it into him.
The sensation was so glorious that Harry’s eyes were watering. It was a good thing he wasn’t facing Severus, or he could have seen all the love and longing in his face.
“Move, or we’ll be caught, Auror Potter,” Snape said harshly. But Harry knew by his tone of voice that he was as touched as he was.
Harry moved slowly for fear of losing his precarious balance, but he was touching himself furiously, for they wanted to end with that madness of danger and overwhelming feelings.
They seemed to be working strictly for their pleasure, but both knew there was something more there. Harry could feel Severus’ hands trembling on his hips, and he didn’t miss the occasional feeling of lips on his back.
“Severus, I…”
They knew each other so well that they didn’t need many words to coordinate.
“Go on…” Severus said, putting his hand on top of Harry’s.
If that hadn’t been enough for Harry, Severus biting his shoulder did it for him. Harry felt how his lover’s body tensed under him, and that stirred up bittersweet memories.
Harry knew he needed to get dressed soon, but the feeling of Severus’ breath against his back was awakening more delicious recollections.
However, Harry was on duty, so he stood up and dressed after cleaning himself with a spell. When he finished, he looked at Severus, who had been staring at him as spotless as ever; he even had spelled away the faint smell of sex.
They hold each other’s gaze for a while, one in front of the other. No words broke the moment until Harry sighed deeply.
“Why?” Harry asked, knowing Severus would understand his frustration.
“Because the Wizarding world worships the Boy Who Lived… and I can’t compete with that.”
“You don’t need to… Damn, Severus!” Harry yelled, exasperated. He messed his hair and wandered around the kitchen, trying to calm himself. “What I want doesn’t count?” he finally asked, defeated.
Severus didn’t answer for a while, and when he was about to do it, the door opened abruptly.
“Oh! I thought it was…” Hannah said. She entered the kitchen and blushed at the sight of Harry and Severus.
“Harry! We thought we were about to repeat last time’s issue with the bathroom,” said a middle-aged wizard who followed her. “This time we worked fast on the front door,” he added proudly.
Severus frowned. The man was obviously personnel from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. And he was being too easygoing with Harry, for his taste.
“I thought you said you were about to solve this matter…” the man added, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder.
Severus frowned deeply. The man was ignoring him completely, focusing all his attention on Harry.
“Hi, Matthew. I thought it was solved after last time. It seems that…” Harry stopped, looking at Severus for a moment, then at Hannah. “Let’s have a cup of tea and I’ll explain it to you. Hannah?”
“Of course, Harry, ask Tessie for it.”
That Matthew left the kitchen without even acknowledging him, the bastard. Severus clutched the wand in the pocket of his robe.
“The Wizarding world worships the Boy Who Lived,” muttered Severus, repeating the words like a mantra.
Then he noticed that Hannah had remained in the kitchen. She was looking at him with a mix of pity and annoyance.
Severus met her eyes and glared at her, as if she was in his home and not the other way ’round.
“Certainly,” Hannah answered. “Matthew particularly seems to worship him.”
“You’re only saying that to irritate me,” Severus said bitterly.
“It’s quite obvious, Snape; I thought you in particular would notice,” she said, knowing about Harry’s past problems with Severus’ jealousy. “But, as always, you’re forgetting something.”
“I’m sure you’re going to illuminate me,” Severus said, this not being the first time the landlady gave him gratuitous advice.
“The Boy Who Lived doesn’t exist; we who all love Harry know it well. Harry hates the name and the attention that comes with the title. Harry just wants a peaceful life with the man he loves. Yes, that he still loves,” Hannah repeated, seeing the surprise in Severus’ face. “I don’t know why, if you must know, but you should have seen his face when I mentioned you were here. He really loves you, Severus. He loves you and nobody else in the Wizarding world, especially not the people who worship him.”
“Do you give unsolicited advice to all of your customers?” Severus asked angrily. He was scowling, but he was not really angry anymore.
“It comes free with the coffee,” Hannah joked. “Harry had come to appreciate the man who had been his teacher. Even my husband did. And if you follow that particular advice, I’ll serve you free coffee for life.”
“What’s your interest in my private life?” Severus asked suspiciously.
“If Harry’s happy, he will not need my husband’s shoulder to cry on when he gets drunk in my pub,” Hannah said with a smile.
Severus couldn’t help but smirk in turn.
“My main purpose in life is making Neville Longbottom’s life easier,” he said sarcastically.
“No, I think that’s my prerogative,” Hannah said. She winked at Severus before leaving the kitchen.
The Boy Who Lived was always the centre of attention, always risking his life on his dangerous missions. Harry was his foolish Gryffindor, the one who used to enjoy their late evenings together, resting his dishevelled head on his lap while Severus read a book.
Severus just had to distinguish between his lover and the part of him that everybody wanted.
He sighed and left the kitchen with steady steps.
Severus was about to show that Matthew that the Boy Who Lived was Harry, and Harry was his.
This time, however, he was going to respect his lover and he wasn’t going to humiliate him. Nor was he going to manhandle that man who dared to flirt with his Harry.