|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-12-06 09:01:00
|Entry tags:||fic, post-dh: ewe, rated: nc-17|
Glamours, for irana
Word Count: 2338 words
Warnings:Hints of DH
Disclaimer: Things would have happened very differently if they were mine.
Summary: Harry's looking to blend in.
Harry checked his glamour one more time before stepping into the pub. It wasn’t unusual for Harry Potter to be seen in the seeder parts of town, due to his job and even different classes of friends, but to be seen in a gay bar was out of the question.
He wasn’t ashamed to be gay, but he was married and any hint that he was unfaithful would let Ginny walk away with everything. Never mind that he couldn’t get his courage, and other things, up to get laid. Ginny was a ruthless bitch; she’d gotten him to marry her, after all.
Harry stepped up to the bar, enjoying the novelty of just being normal and made to wait for the beautiful people to be served before him. Using the time he had to kill while waiting to order, he observed his surroundings. His eye was caught by a solitary dark figure at the end of the bar.
Harry was intrigued by the man and abandoned his quest for a drink to investigate further. As casually as he could, he made his way down the bar and into the other man’s space.
“Does the bar tender even see you down here?” Harry asked, sliding into the stool next to him. Dark eyes turned to him and eyed him critically. Harry felt a shiver go down his spine at the remembrance of another pair of dark eyes.
“When I want him to,” he drawled.
Harry chuckled. “Did you want me to see you?”
Again, the dark eyes swept him and Harry felt a deep longing for those eyes to be another pair, a pair that had long ago been buried.
“No, but you did anyway.”
Harry laughed again. “That’s the story of my life.”
“You sound a bit bitter,” the dark man pointed out, gesturing to a suddenly very interested bar tender for two more of whatever he was drinking.
Harry went to thank the stranger but hesitated. He didn’t know if the extra drink was for him, anyway. The bar tender set both drinks in front of Harry’s dark man, and the other man slid one to Harry.
“Thank you,” Harry said, taking a sip and savoring the burn that the scotch caused.
“Seeing as you’re an unintended victim of my spell…”
“How magnanimous,” Harry murmured.
Harry looked at the dark man closely and got a quick flash of recognition. It made him start, before he realized he was seeing what he wanted to see.
“I’m Evan,” Harry said, smiling at the other man. It seemed to Harry that the other man was about to laugh, for some reason, but then it was gone.
Two days later Harry stormed into the pub and marched up to the bar, after pushing several customers out of the way.
“An unopened bottle of your finest scotch.”
The bar tender looked at him suspiciously, and Harry threw a handful of galleons onto the bar. More than enough gold to buy several bottles. If he wasn’t in such a bad mood, he would have laughed at the bar tender falling over himself to get the scotch.
After he got the bottle, he strode to the end of the bar and threw himself onto the stool next to Aurelius. Harry opened the bottle and took several long drinks.
“Bad day?” the other man asked, humor thick in his voice.
“You could say that,” Harry agreed, offering the bottle to his companion.
Aurelius took a drink then handed it back. “Care to share?”
Harry let his head drop to the bar with a thud. He heard the other man chuckle and he groaned. “I hate my wife.”
A gentle hand was placed on the small of his back. “You do know this is a gay pub, right?”
“Yes. I hate her.”
“Why am I upset with her now or why do I hate her?” Harry asked, turning his head to look at Aurelius. He froze for a second, seeing Severus Snape looking at him. When he blinked, the illusion was gone.
Aurelius smiled. “Whichever you want to tell.”
“She dosed me. I was so high on love potions when we got married, I don’t even remember the ceremony.”
“You can’t get a separation? Muggles fling them about frequently.”
Harry smiled bitterly. “Our contract, which, of course, she wrote, stipulates we have to have three children before a divorce can be legally obtained.”
“Despite the fact I can’t bring myself to touch the wench, she is barren.”
“There are ways around that.” Aurelius murmured.
Harry looked at him eagerly. “How?”
Aurelius looked at Harry intently. Once again Harry got the impression of Severus Snape. This time it didn’t go away, instead the face of Aurelius seemed to waver between his and that of Severus Snape.
A jolt went through Harry. A glamour, similar to his own. However, Severus as Aurelius was feeling a particularly intense emotion and was losing control over his glamour.
Another jolt went through Harry, this time down his spine and straight to his cock. His Severus was alive! Harry stood abruptly, knocking his stool backwards.
“Evan?” Severus asked softly, “Is something wrong?”
“No…er, yes.” Harry grabbed the bottle of scotch in one hand and Severus’ hand in the other and headed for the door.
Once they were outside Severus stopped. “Evan, where are we going?”
Harry turned and wrapped his arms around Severus’ neck. “My place.”
Harry Apparated them straight into the sitting room of his apartment and shoved Severus against the wall, smashing their lips together in a frantic kiss.
Soon after the kiss began, Severus started fighting for dominance. Harry gave it gratefully, all but melting in Severus’ hold. Their tongues danced seductively until the need for air overcame the need them.
As they broke apart, Severus leaned his forehead against Harry’s. “Take off the glamour, Harry.”
Harry stiffened for a moment then bit his lip. This was the test. “Only if you do, Severus.”
The man in Harry’s arms stiffened. “How long have you known?”
Harry bit his lip again. “Ten minutes ago.”
Severus grumbled something under his breath, and then the glamour dropped. Harry felt the wind go out of him, as his Severus was standing before him, alive and whole.
“Now you,” Severus demanded.
Harry silently spelled the glamour off. “How? I helped bury you.”
Severus scoffed. “You saw what you expected to see, Mr. Potter.”
Harry flinched. “Don’t call me that.”
“Mr. Potter? It’s your name.”
“My name is Harry.”
“10 minutes ago it was Evan.”
At the sound of his name, Severus seemed to explode. “What do you want from me, Harry?” he demanded angrily.
“You,” Harry mumbled.
Severus scoffed. “You want Aurelius.”
Harry shook his head. “I wanted him because he reminded me of you.” Severus raised an eyebrow. “It’s only ever been you.”
Harry cut him off. “I know you were in love with my mother, but you were in a gay pub.”
Severus smirked. “As I reminded you.”
“Do you think you could want me?”
“Harry.” Severus sighed. “Cast your Patronus.”
Harry gave Severus a weird look before silently cast the spell. The sliver stag came out of his wand and pranced proudly around the room, before coming over to Harry. Both the stag and Harry looked at Severus expectantly.
Severus murmured the spell and the beautiful doe Harry remembered shot out of the wand. The stag pawed at the floor and held his head higher. The doe walked regally over to the stag and nuzzled the side of the stag’s face.
“Your mother was my best friend, the sister I never had, not my lover.”
Harry looked up from the Patroni, who were—for lack of better words—cuddling, horrified. Did that mean…
Severus sniggered. “Not your father either.”
“How’d you know?” Harry asked, blushing.
Severus waved an impatient hand toward the Patroni. “You’re not needed and will not start mating in Harry’s sitting room.” The apparitions obediently exited out the window, but not before the stag turned and gave him a glare. He turned to Harry. “It was written all over your face.
Harry grinned and stepped toward Severus. “You want me?”
Severus pulled Harry the rest of the way towards him. “I want you.
Before Harry could get through his exclamation of happiness, Severus had attached himself to Harry’s lips. Not that Harry had any problem with that, in fact, he was thoroughly enjoying having Severus attached to him.
Harry dragged a hand through Severus’ surprisingly long hair and pulled him closer. Severus broke out of the kiss to gasp out. “Bed?”
“Yes,” Harry moaned, not making any effort to move, exploring Severus’ neck with his lips.
Severus chuckled breathlessly. “I meant, let’s go there.”
Harry held on to Severus tightly. “I don’t want to let go.”
Severus said nothing, just swept Harry up into his arms with a slight grunt. “Where?”
Harry grinned and pressed his face to Severus’ neck. He pointed to a door to the left of the kitchen. Severus strode over to the door, kicked it open, walked in then kicked the door shut behind him. Harry’s laugh was cut short when Severus dropped him, unceremoniously, onto the bed.
“Hey!” Harry protested.
“Undressing,” Severus drawled, dropping his robe to the floor, “is easier when one’s arms are not full of giggling young men.”
“I do not giggle,” Harry told him, watching eagerly for ever piece of skin that was bared as Severus undid the buttons of his shirt.
Severus raised an eyebrow at Harry’s staring. In response to Severus’ silent question Harry rose to his knees and ran his hands up Severus’ chest and shoulders to help the shirt fall to the floor.
Harry sighed in wonder and ran his hands reverently over the chest in front of him. “Beautiful.”
“Hardly,” Severus ground out.
Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to the center of Severus’ chest, feeling the other man’s heart pounding. “You are. To me.”
Severus brought his hands to Harry’s head, tangled his hands in the tousled hair and yanked back, before smashing his lips to Harry’s.
They fell to the bed, tongues dueling, hands scrabbling to remove the cloth between them and feel warm skin.
By the time they had the need to break for air all their clothes were on the floor, some in pieces.
Severus leaned up on an elbow and ran a hand down Harry’s side. “What do you want, Harry?”
Harry shivered at the soft touch. “You.”
Severus smirked. “I know that. What do you want here?”
“You,” Harry repeated, taking the hand that was still stroking his side and pulling it lower, to his cleft.
Severus groaned and leaned in to suck on a tempting nipple. Harry groaned and tangled his fingers in Severus’ hair. Severus ran a finger down Harry’s cleft to find the small opening. Mumbling a lubrication spell, Severus pressed the tip of his finger slowly into the lovely body below him. Harry hissed as Severs smiled, pressing in to his second knuckle. This time Harry let out a whimper that could not be mistaken for pleasure. Severus looked up from Harry’s chest.
“What’s wrong, Harry?” Severus asked quietly.
“Nothing,” Harry murmured, running a hand through Severus’ hair, “I’ve never done this before.”
Severus groaned and dropped his head to Harry’s chest. “You should have told me that before, you twit.”
“Severus, you have your finger in my arse. Stop insulting me and get onto the fucking.”
Severus wiggled his finger a bit in response causing Harry to moan. “Better?”
“Yes!” Harry exclaimed, “More!”
Severus chuckled and obliged. As fast as he wanted to go, he made himself slowly prepare the young man below him, showering him with caresses to take his mind off the discomfort. By time he had three fingers in Harry, the other man was writhing on the bed.
“Severus,” he whined, “Fuck me!”
Severus licked the underside of the cock in front of him. “You’ll appreciate the time I’m taking later.”
Harry leaned down and lifted Severus’ face to him. “Severus, I’m ready.”
Severus pulled his fingers from Harry and groaned at the other man’s whine of protest. He recast the lubrication spell and applied it liberally to himself. He shoved a pillow under Harry’s hips and smirked as Harry’s legs wrapped around him.
He lined himself up with Harry’s stretched hole and pushed in slightly. “Bare down, Harry,” he panted.
Harry nodded and pulled Severus down into a rather desperate kiss. Severus kissed back, making sure he went slowly in to Harry, pulling back a little before each push in. By the time he was all the way in he was covered in sweat and panting harshly. “Fuck, Harry, you’re so tight.”
Harry pushed up against Severus. “Move.”
Severus pulled out and moved back in slowly, changing angles slightly each time until the wail Harry let out told him he’d found the right one. After that he couldn’t hold back anymore, speeding his pace faster and faster as Harry met him thrust for thrust. He could feel his balls drawing up, but he wanted Harry to come first. Reaching between them, he gripped Harry’s cock with his still slick hand and pumped him in time with his thrusting.
It took several strokes, in which Harry was trying to move back against him and into his hand at the same time, but finally Harry stiffened and came with a shout, his cock spurting between the two men. Harry’s climax caused his muscles to clench around Severus, causing him to come with a grunt muffled against Harry’s neck.
It could have been several hours later or just a few minutes, before Severus came back to himself to find Harry nuzzling the scars on the side of his neck. He rolled off Harry and cast a silent cleaning spell. Harry mumbled his thanks, leaning up to kiss Severus softly.
“So, how do I get rid of Ginny?”