|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-11-15 18:20:00
|Entry tags:||fic, post-dh: ewe, rated: nc-17|
Yule Gifts (1/2), for gingertart50
Title:Yule Gifts (1/2)
Word Count: 11,000ish
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from this amateur work.
Highlight for Warnings: *First time, Virgin!Harry, fellatio, rimming*
Betas: The absolute best! Really!
Summary The approaching holidays have Harry pondering the turns his life has taken four years after defeating Voldemort and a desire to start his own traditions.
Harry Potter sighed as he surveyed what used to be a neat drawing room but now looked like a room-sized toy box. He could heard his four year-old-godson pounding down the stairs from his room The little boy was such a whirlwind of energy that it tired Harry just to watch him. Yet, some allowances had to be made for the child who had lost so much in such a short period of time - first the deaths of his parents and then his grandmother’s illness. The child had been shuttled between households until Molly Weasley had fire-called Harry to fill him in on the situation. It had taken less time to gain guardianship of the little boy than it had to convince Kingsley Shacklebolt that he was serious about resigning from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Even though Harry had been active in the little boy’s life - much to Ginny’s dismay - it was an entirely a different matter to be the parent. He had quickly learned that the sweets he’d always enjoyed giving Teddy actually turned him into a twitchy bundle of energy and giving too many toys only resulted in a cluttered house. Most frustrating had been the switch from beloved godfather to disciplinarian. Teddy had been rather vocal in his disapproval of the new role. The sweet toddler Harry had known had become a little monster. Ginny’s patience had been stretched to the breaking point quickly, culminating in a disastrous dinner.
The resulting row had sent Ginny back to the Montrose Magpies training camp in high temper. She had thrown at him the engagement ring he’d given her three years before, coldly telling Harry he’d chosen Teddy over her. Already the star Seeker of the league, Ginny had set her sights on becoming the primary seeker of the British Quidditch team. It was an ambitious goal for anyone, but Ginny had counted on her association with Harry to attain it for her, even though she knew how he felt about trading on his fame. Ginny had flung all this at him along with the ring and a list of people, male and female, she’d had sex with starting in her third year at Hogwarts. Harry wasn’t surprised the next morning to see the picture in the Daily Prophet of Ginny in a compromising position with team captain Ian MacFarland.
Heat suffused his face as Harry recalled some of the names, including most of his year as well as her own on that list. Pretty much everyone except Harry and her own brothers had had a taste of Ginny. She had also ridiculed Harry’s insistence that they wait until they were married to have sex. Harry hadn’t said a word during her tirade, stunned to think he’d been so wrong about his innocent Ginny. He was even more ashamed at his own lack of response every time she had tried to go further than Harry had been comfortable with. Ginny had cruelly reminded him of his lack of arousal even around Fleur and her sister, calling him asexual as well as a prude.
“I’m ready, Harry.”
The sandy-haired boy fairly vibrated with energy, even though his heart-shaped face and dark eyes had a rebellious set to them this afternoon. Molly Weasley had insisted that Teddy still spend this afternoon at the Burrow baking Christmas cookies and the youngster was less than enthusiastic about it. With Arthur working long hours as Kingsley Shacklebolt’s personal assistant, a lonely Molly had insisted the Burrow become the gathering point for the next generation on Saturday afternoons. Today was especially important to Harry as he had an appointment that afternoon that he needed to focus on.
Harry crouched down, fingers automatically re-buttoning the front of his godson’s shirt.
“You’ll have a good time at Auntie Molly’s, Teddy,” Harry assured him. “Victoire will be there and Ginny went back to her team last week, so it will just be the three of you.”
Teddy brightened immediately and guilt as well as anger ate at Harry. He knew Ginny hadn’t been very patient with the child, but he suspected she had taken her dissatisfaction with their situation out on Teddy.
Picking up his godson, Harry threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, enunciating carefully. His Flooing misadventures were legendary among his friends, but Harry was always careful when he had Teddy with him. It wouldn’t do to end up in an unfamiliar home with a small child in his arms. The twirling seemed to take forever and Harry remembered why he Apparated everywhere he could, even as they landed in the right grate.
The awkwardness Harry felt was brushed aside as Molly Weasley swept both him and Teddy into a hug as soon as they stepped into her kitchen. Teddy squirmed and squealed, but Harry leaned into the warmth that Molly had always generously shared with him. A soft kiss to his cheek told him that she was not going to hold the broken engagement against him and Harry heaved a sigh of relief. Molly, unlike the males in the family, seemed to recognize that her daughter had caused Harry a great deal of pain, even though they had never discussed it. Molly had always been the closest thing Harry had to a maternal influence and she was the only one he had to confide in about Teddy.
“Off with you now, Harry.” Molly shooed him out the kitchen door as Teddy tore off to find Bill and Fleur’s daughter. “Give him my best wishes.”
Harry smiled and Apparated to Hogsmeade. It was significantly colder in Scotland and he set off at a brisk walk to keep warm. The Christmas hols had started yesterday for the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The castle would be empty as the current Headmaster insisted every student spend the Yule celebration at home. It had been a move that had initially angered Harry until he learned that any family that insisted their child stay at school received a surprise visit from Headmaster Severus Snape. The visits had uncovered several cases of less than adequate conditions in those homes which were immediately addressed by the Ministry of Magic. Harry still chuckled each time he imagined the formidable wizard showing up on the Dursleys’ doorstep when he was a first year.
Severus Snape had turned out to be a dedicated Headmaster, although his manner and style was almost the polar opposite of Albus Dumbledore’s. In the years since the fall of Voldemort, the school had been restored to its former glory as the primary wizarding School in Europe. Harry himself had stood before the Wizengamot to give testimony to Snape’s true role in the war against the evil wizard. He often remembered the moment after the last Death Eater had fallen when Severus Snape staggered into the Great Hall. Harry’s anger had flared, believing that he’d been further manipulated, before relief flooded him that his mother’s best friend had somehow survived. In speaking with Snape it became clear that had they not both believed he was dying, Snape would never have been able to give up his memories and Harry would never have had the courage to stand before Voldemort, facing his own death. A final manipulation by Albus Dumbledore, Harry believed.
They had remained cordial since, Harry having been invited to several functions at the school since he had sat his NEWT exams the spring after the battle. Now, Harry needed the Potions master’s help. It turned out that part of Teddy’s inability to sit still came from a condition rarely seen in the wizarding world, a genetic condition that was passed down in the Tonks bloodline. It seemed that Teddy’s magic stimulated his brain in an area that caused him to be easily excited and distracted. Although there was a potion-based treatment, it wasn’t common and could be difficult to make. While the healer actually thought Teddy would eventually outgrow the condition as his magic matured, it could cause him problems during his formative years.
Harry was hoping that Professor Snape would know where to find an accurate recipe for the potion and give him some helpful hints on brewing it. A smile curved his lips as Harry remembered his beloved Half-Blood Prince and the textbook that had showed him Potions could be interesting and challenging. The smile grew broader when he remembered Hermione’s words from their sixth year, and Harry had to wonder if he would have developed a crush on his Prince if he’d known it was Snape. The image of raven hair and intense dark eyes arose in his mind so forcefully that Harry stumbled on a patch of ice. Snape had always provoked strong feelings in Harry, but now he wasn’t sure whether the intense hatred had masked another, deeper feeling. Ginny had once accused him of being more attracted to MacFarland than he was to her, but Harry had laughed at her. He shook his head, this was a hell of a time to think of that!
The winged boars stood silent guard over the gates seemed to welcome Harry as he passed through. The sight of the castle looming large in front of him brought back a flood of memories, some Harry had worked hard to bury and others he would always cherish. This place had been so instrumental in the course his life had taken, shaping his life since before he was born. The trials and triumphs that had occurred behind the towering stone walls in the years he was here continued to amaze him.
The great oak doors opened at his approach, and Harry took it as a welcoming gesture. He stepped into the Entrance Hall, his stomach filled with butterflies as the Headmaster descended the marble steps. Severus Snape moved gracefully, the black robes that were so much a part of his persona billowed around him. Harry hesitated. At forty-one, the former spy had benefited from the years of peace, his face having lost the austere expression and his sparse frame had gained muscle. Harry was stunned by the feeling of arousal that slammed through him.
“Mr. Potter, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?”
With effort, Harry shook off the strange thoughts and stepped forward to meet his former nemesis. A jolt of electricity ran up his arm as Harry took the extended hand, dropping it quickly. His eyes darted up to see Snape’s expression close. With a sweep of his arm, the Headmaster indicated that they should walk towards his office and Harry felt relieved. He took a deep breath, hoping it would calm his suddenly jittery nerves. It was a sensation Harry hadn’t felt since he had gathered the courage to ask Cho Chang to the Yule Ball in his fourth year.
“I am afraid I need to ask for your expertise, Professor,” Harry began his rehearsed appeal, pulling the piece of parchment that had the potion’s name on it from his pocket.
“I believe you are far enough removed from your school days to call me Severus, Harry.”
Harry looked up in surprise, discomfited to see the dark eyes watching his expression. “Sev…Severus, yes, thank you, sir…” Harry again tried to pull his thoughts back together. “I have a potion that I’d like your advice on, as they say it’s complicated.”
“Yes,” Snape said with an amused sniff, “I do remember your days in my class, Harry.”
One moment they were walking as Snape took the scrap from his fingers and the next, Harry was slammed against the stone wall of the corridor, an outraged former Death Eater pressing against him.
“What in the bloody hell are you playing at, Potter?” Snape snarled, spittle spraying Harry’s face. “There are other ways of satisfaction if your sexual congress with that twit isn’t fulfilling. You of all people do not need to resort to this! Or is it the added danger that you seek?”
Fury shook the deep voice and a frisson of fear went through Harry, but his body didn’t seem to notice as it heated and hardened, pressed as it was between the cold stone and Snape. His hands scrabbled for purchase, fingertips numb against the heavy cloth. When they did find a fold, they clung instead of pushing the man away. Black eyes bored into his as Harry struggled to breathe.
“Or perhaps this is what you truly crave!”
Hard lips closed over his, and a hand slid under his shirt, fingers branding his skin. It was a kiss like Harry had never experienced. Snape possessed him, devoured him as he undulated against Harry, who couldn’t help but press closer, his cock suddenly achingly hard. A thigh slipped between his legs and Harry was mortified by the groan that erupted from him when he felt a hard length press against his thigh.
In the next instant Harry was standing outside the gates, the winged boars swimming in his vision as he swayed. The cold dread exploding in his chest was a direct contrast to the fire raging in his blood. Humiliation flamed his cheeks, and the rejection and banishment ripped at his heart. Harry staggered on unsteady legs as his mind and body realigned. In one trembling hand Harry found the scorched remains of the parchment he had handed Snape so eagerly. He had no idea what had just happened.
Straightening his spine and smoothing his clothing back into place, Harry Apparated away. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the extensive Black library at Grimmauld Place and headed for the section of shelves that housed books on biology, medi-wizardry and medicinal potions. Kreacher had personally cleaned and reorganized the ancient books in a way that sort of made sense to Harry - he could usually find what he was looking for. He would find the instructions for the Draught of Evinco Veneficus on his own.
His body still throbbed with arousal and Harry braced his hand against a shelf. Was it normal to feel such an intense sexual reaction to something like that? Why hadn’t Ginny ever made him feel this way? Was there something wrong with him? Harry once again felt a stab of longing for the parents he never knew, for the wisdom of a mother’s intuition, even for the father-son ‘talk’ all his friends referred to with dread. Harry had never had anyone to tell him what was ‘normal’ and what wasn’t, what it was supposed to feel like when you were in love – hell, he’d even had to look up how to wank! All the things that a boy learned from his father, all the things he’d hoped Sirius would help him with, Harry had had to learn on his own. No wonder he was still a virgin, Harry thought with disgust.
Standing in front of a short row of books, Harry took a calming breath and examined the words on each spine. Finally, he selected an ancient-looking tome that seemed to be a textbook of some type. He would figure out how to make Teddy’s potion on his own, like a real parent should. He would also figure out what he’d done to that had sent Snape into such a rage. A sense of loss hung heavily on him, but Harry pushed the feeling aside determinately, knowing he’d only ever had a casual friendship with the Headmaster. Settling into the chair, Harry carefully opened the stained book and began to read.