Fic: The Beauty Within - for snarry_holidays Title: The Beauty Within Author: Santa Baby Giftee: Everyone! :) Word Count: ~ 3,300 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Severus/Harry Warnings: *AU, pretty!Snape, graphic sex, PWP* Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: On the night of the Winter Solstice, beautiful music awakens Harry. He follows it to its source and has a night to remember. Author's Notes: Thanks so much to venturous and ladyjayvee for looking over the story. Thanks to the mods for hosting the fest and having me for another year.
The Beauty Within
Not for the first time that night, Harry Potter wondered if he were crazy. He was wandering the dungeons of Hogwarts with no destination in sight. While Harry had defeated Voldemort the previous summer, he still knew he should not be out – it was the Winter Solstice, a night when magic was more potent, or so he believed (he had not paid much attention in History of Magic). Harry could not help himself, for an enchanting melody drew him deep into the castle.
The music had awakened Harry from a deep slumber. As if he were in a trance, he covered himself in his Invisibility cloak and sneaked out of the dorms he shared with the other non-traditional students. All of the seventh-year students who missed the previous year of school due to their war activities were rooming together. Headmistress McGonagall thought it best for them to share living quarters as the war had changed all of them. Although she did not say it, they all understood that she did not want the younger students tainted by the darkness that the elder students had experienced.
That is why the music was so enticing to Harry. The light, airy melody that Harry heard made him think of happier times. Instead of a world reeling from war, the music conjured images of children frolicking in the woods. Harry followed the music, his bare feet flying over the stone floors. He had not even taken the time to get dressed, so eager was he to find the source of the melody. Harry's hair was mussed, and he was dressed only in his pajamas.
After what seemed like an eternity, Harry came to a stop at a stone opening just as the music finished. He knew that the source of the music was inside, but he was reluctant to cross the threshold into the room.
'What am I doing?' he thought. 'This is madness!'
Just as Harry was about to return to his room, the music started again. This time, the song was sad, melancholic. It made Harry's heart feel heavy, and he longed to comfort the musician. Harry wanted the light, happy melody to return.
Taking a deep breath, Harry entered the room. Blue light shone off a reflective pool in the center, providing enough light for Harry to look around. The walls of the room were filled with intricate carvings. Harry ran his hands over them, entranced. A few benches were scattered around the pool, and on the far side of the room, a man sat with his back toward Harry. He stopped playing, the instrument in his hand becoming silent.
"Hello?" Harry called out to the man.
The man turned around, and Harry could only gasp.
"Lumos," Harry whispered, half-afraid of what he would see.
Harry could not believe his eyes. Severus Snape, dungeon monster and purported vampire, was standing before him looking like a prince out of a fairytale. He was wearing fitted trousers that left nothing to the imagination (Harry suddenly understood why the man preferred to wear robes at all times) and an open shirt that showed off Snape's well-built chest. The man's greasy hair had transformed into flowing locks, framing his high cheekbones. His hawk-like nose was straight, and the frown lines on his face had disappeared. Snape's eyes were the most startling. They were a deep blue with golden flecks. Harry stared at them, hypnotized.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Snape barked.
"Um...I was following the music," Harry replied, his eyes roving over the Potions Master's body.
Snape coughed delicately, bringing Harry's eyes back to his face. "That still does not explain why you are out of your room after curfew."
"The music woke me," Harry explained. "It called to me. I had to follow it."
Snape gave him a funny look. He stared at Harry for a long time, saying nothing. In the silence, Harry recovered enough from his shock to ask Snape a question.
"Why do you look so different, Snape?"
"I do not see why that is any of your concern," Snape huffed, turning from Harry to gather his things.
Harry noticed that Snape had a music stand filled with sheet music. He also had a few books and a pile of blankets lying around.
"Are you living here?" Harry asked.
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Of course not, you idiot. I come here to relax."
"Yes, 'Oh,' Potter. I do not know why I expected to be left alone with you still in the castle. Leave it to Harry Potter to ruin any peace I might attain," Severus sighed.
"Hey, you're the one who woke me up with your music," Harry complained. "I wouldn't have bothered you if you hadn't played so loud."
"You should not have been able to hear me," Snape protested.
"Well, I did. And you still haven't explained why you look like that," Harry countered.
"I do not believe I have to explain anything to you, Mr. Potter."
"You sure as hell do. You wake me up and lure me down here with your music that I'm not supposed to be able to hear. Then when I see you, you look like sex on legs. I think I deserve to know what's going on!" Harry said.
"You think I'm sexy?" Snape asked.
"Yes! Damn Snape, I'd have to be blind not to notice you."
"Oh?" Snape asked, a weird glint in his eye.
Harry did not like the way Snape was looking at him. "Are you going to tell me what's going on or what? I can always go ask McGonagall if she knows what's up."
"Oh, I doubt that you will do that, Mr. Potter," Severus purred, slowly moving toward Harry.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you want me," Snape replied. "And it is just your luck that I am in need of...assistance."
"Really?" Harry whispered. He could not breathe – Snape was too close. The scent of the man was intoxicating, and Harry wanted nothing more than to devour him whole. As he looked at Snape, he could tell the man was thinking the same thing.
"Yes," Snape said, his mouth inches from Harry's.
Harry could see the evidence of Snape's lust through the trousers, and he wanted to jump the man, but he also wanted to know what was happening that caused Snape to become such an intoxicating creature.
"If you want me, you'll have to answer my question," Harry said, lightly kissing Severus's mouth. "What happened to you?"
Snape deepened the kiss, licking Harry's lips for entrance. The younger man eagerly opened his mouth, allowing Snape's skillful tongue entrance. Snape's tongue tasted of mint and coffee as it surveyed Harry's mouth. Harry sucked on Snape's tongue, causing the older man to moan. Severus grabbed at Harry, clutching Harry to him. He began to grind against the younger man, and Harry joined him until he realized what Snape was doing.
Harry broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Nice try, but I want to know what happened to you."
Snape looked bewildered for a minute before he gave into him.
"If you insist, Potter," Snape said. "As long as you help me after I tell you of my troubles."
"Of course," Harry readily agreed. He wanted Severus just as much as Severus wanted him. Harry just had to know what turned Snape into such a gorgeous creature and whether it was permanent.
"I have not always been ugly," Snape started; Harry opened his mouth to protest. "Spare me your platitudes, Potter. I know what everyone says about me. When I was a child and an adolescent, I was fairly attractive. I do not say this to brag, but to tell you how I was. When I got my Hogwarts letter, my mother saw fit to tell me about my family heritage.
"The Princes are an old wizarding family, almost as old as the Malfoys and the Potters. Generations ago, one of my great-grandfathers rejected the daughter of a very powerful and connected wizard. In revenge, the wizard put a hex on my ancestor – he and all of his male issue would be cursed to live as incubi, always desiring sex but rarely finding their match. The curse had a compulsion component that made the male Princes desirable to any woman around. More than one of my ancestors met their end at the hands of over-amorous women until one of my granduncle's designed a charm. It nullifies the compulsion of the hex, but it also strips the young man of his beauty."
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed.
"My mother told me that I, too, would turn into an incubus upon hitting puberty. As she did not know when that would happen, she cast the counter-curse on me before I left for Hogwarts. My hair turned greasy, my nose became hooked, and I took on a generally unpleasant look," Severus said.
"Why do you look like yourself now?" asked Harry.
"Once a year, Mr. Potter, on the Winter Solstice, the spell breaks and allows me to search for the man or woman who can keep up with me sexually and magically. The music I play is a siren song to my future lover."
Harry listened to Snape and slowly started putting everything together. "So, I'm your match?"
"Apparently," Snape sighed.
Harry looked over Severus's body and grinned. There were worse things in life than being the sexual mate of a gorgeous incubus.
"So, how can I help you?" Harry leered, pulling off his pajama top.
Severus licked his lips, his mouth watering as Harry divested himself of his clothes. Part of him thought about the fact that what he was doing was inappropriate and could get him fired, but he could not care. The Gryffindor golden boy, the Savior of the wizarding world, was disrobing in front of him. The boy—no, man—was a little short but wiry, his muscles hard from years of Quidditch and Defense training. Harry moved sinuously as he stripped himself of his undershirt, socks, trousers, and pants. A flick of his foot sent the latter flying through the room. Severus took that as his cue.
Grabbing Harry, Severus maneuvered him onto the pile of blankets. He nipped at the young man's lips, causing Harry to moan. Severus slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting the young man's unique flavor. Severus was quickly becoming addicted to the taste of Harry. He was sweet and bitter at the same time, a delicious combination. He swirled his tongue around the young man's mouth.
Harry gave as good as he got, closing his lips on Severus's questing tongue. Harry sucked until Severus's tongue became swollen. Tearing his mouth from Severus's, Harry continued to nip and suck along his lover's jaw, reveling in the taste of the older man's skin.
Harry ran his hands up and down Severus's back, over the ropy muscles and hard bone that attested to years of training. Bringing his hands to Severus's chest, Harry hurriedly undid the few buttons holding the shirt together. He hastily pushed the fabric aside, revealing Severus's pert nipples.
"Beautiful," Harry murmured, hungrily staring at Severus's chest.
Harry ran his hands up and down the smooth muscle, pausing to tease the nipples into stiff peaks. As he rolled the right nipple between his left hand, his right hand moved down to brush Severus's love handles. The older man jerked away from his touch. Harry caressed Severus's side again, and the older man stifled a groan.
"Ticklish, are we?" Harry asked, grinning wickedly. He moved his hands towards Severus's sides.
Severus grabbed Harry's hands in a bruising grip. "Not this time, Potter. I have other plans for your hands."
Severus muttered a few words and Harry found himself unable to move his hands. For a moment, Harry panicked, his mind flashing back to another time when he had been bound and the outcome not nearly as pleasurable, but the sound of Severus's voice brought him back to the present.
With a growl, Severus attacked Harry, licking his Adam's apple and trailing his hands up Harry's arms. He kept caressing Harry across the arms and shoulders, his feather-light touches igniting a fire in Harry.
"Please," Harry begged.
"Not yet," Severus reassured him, trailing his tongue from Harry's neck to his nipple and back again. Harry arched into Severus's mouth, trying to get more of Severus's mouth on him. Severus obliged, sucking harder on Harry's nipple as his hands roamed over Harry's body. Severus latched onto the nipple, teasing it and swirling his tongue around it until it became rock hard. Harry moaned appreciatively.
"Oh, yes," Harry hissed, arching his back. "Please, Snape. Touch me now."
Severus reluctantly left Harry's nipples, kissing his way down Harry's body. He paused briefly at Harry's navel, swirling his tongue around it and getting a strangled laugh for his efforts. Severus simply smirked and continued his voyage south.
When he reached Harry's cock, Severus inhaled deeply. The boy smelt divine, and Severus could not wait to taste all of him. Severus ran his hands up and down Harry's thighs, feeling the hard muscle underneath. Severus pressed kisses against Harry's thighs and balls, finally coming to his engorged cock. He licked at the drop of precum beading on the head, pulling back the foreskin and running his tongue around Harry's cock head.
Harry screamed. "If you don't suck me now I'll kill you!"
Severus chuckled, earning a glare from Harry, before he completely engulfed Harry's cock.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted.
Lying so that he could grind against Harry's leg, Severus enthusiastically began sucking Harry's cock. Harry thrashed and moaned, cursing Snape as the older man alternately licked and sucked at Harry. Severus could feel Harry's pleasure, and Severus wanted to experience it himself. Rubbing his erection against Harry's leg was not working.
Severus removed his mouth from Harry's turgid cock, and Harry whined in frustration.
"What? Why'd you stop?" he asked.
"Because I want the same treatment," Severus smirked.
A whispered spell and Harry's hands were free. Severus turned around and stretched out alongside Harry. His erection bobbed in front of Harry's mouth, and Harry swiped his tongue across it.
Harry grinned. "I've wanted to do this for a while."
Severus said nothing, just resumed sucking on Harry's cock. He ran his hands across Harry's thigh and butt, his fingers finding the wrinkled pucker. Harry moaned. Severus sucked harder, stroking Harry's entrance as Harry sucked Severus's cock. The stimulation of sucking and being sucked almost sent Severus over the edge. He pulled back – he did not want to end so soon.
"Accio lube," he said, cutting off whatever Harry was going to say.
Harry watched with hooded eyes as Severus coated his fingers in lube. Gently, Severus inserted one finger into Harry, hissing at the warmth. Harry's body eagerly welcomed him, so Severus inserted another finger.
"Oh," Harry moaned, pressing himself against Severus's fingers.
Severus quickly loosened Harry's hole and slicked himself, his cock so hard it was aching. Pulling Harry onto his lap, Severus slowly entered the young man. If Severus had thought Harry was tight around his fingers, it was nothing compared to the sensation of Harry around his cock. He was as tight as a vise, and Severus had to stop several times to prevent himself from coming.
"Damn, Potter. Your body's a furnace," Snape growled once he was fully seated.
Eyes rolling in the back of his head, Severus began moving inside Harry. They moved together slowly at first, Harry reaching up to meet Severus thrust for thrust. As the tension built between them, they moved faster, their bodies rising and falling in sync.
"Oh, Severus!" Harry moaned.
"Mine," Severus growled.
Faster and faster they moved, Harry holding onto Severus for dear life. Setting a strong, steady pace, Severus thrust in and out of Harry as if his very life depended on it. Deeper and deeper Severus thrust until he felt as if his entire consciousness was being sucked into Harry, merging with him. The strangled moans that erupted uninhibited from Harry's mouth made Severus even more aroused. His own harsh cries rang in his ears as he continued his forceful glide. Time after time, thrust after thrust, he brought Harry and himself to the brink, only to slow down and change angles. Finally, in a frenzy of thrusts, caresses and groans, the two men came, the blue light of the pond washing over them.
Time seemed to stop for them as they lie in post-coital bliss. Severus had collapsed onto Harry, all of his energy spent. Harry had a goofy smile on his face and Severus had a most peaceful countenance. Nothing could touch them now.
Minutes passed and Severus remained deep inside his lover. After a while, Severus moved enough to lie on his side, still buried within the younger man. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus, and the two men fell into a contented slumber, dreaming of all the sex they could have with each other.
A couple of hours later, Harry awakened to Severus licking his entrance and fondling his balls. He gave himself over to the pleasure that the incubus provided, spreading his legs to give Severus easier access. Severus fucked Harry long and slow after bringing the young man to a screaming orgasm with his tongue. Harry passed out just as Severus climaxed.
The next time Severus woke up, Harry was riding him.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun," Harry said as he lazily stroked his erection.
Severus laid back and let Harry do all the work.
For two days, Harry and Severus stayed in their secluded room, making love as often as possible. They tried different positions, figuring out what they liked best. Severus did not require much in the way of food as the lust he received from Harry was more than enough to sustain him, but he did take breaks so Harry could eat. It would not do for his sex toy to pass out. Dobby brought whatever Harry asked, after he got over his initial shock of finding Harry and Severus together.
They had so much sex that by the end of the two days, every nerve in Harry's body was over-stimulated. The slightest touch brought both pleasure and pain. Severus was not in much better shape. His body was so overloaded with sexual magic that he felt he might explode. His time with Harry had ensured that he would not be able to keep his status as an incubus quiet – he looked even better after sex than he had before. Harry asked if the transformation was permanent, and while Severus did not know for certain, he was almost sure it was. His magic had found its mate and was eager to keep him. Severus had had the best sex of his life, and he wanted to do everything to keep Harry interested. Besides, after being called "greasy git" for so long, Severus thought he might enjoy the looks on everyone's faces when they saw the real him.
Harry was so euphoric after two days of constant sex that he did not care what Snape looked like (although he was secretly relieved that the man retained his beauty). He had a gorgeous, athletic lover — who knew Snape could bend in so many ways? — and he was having as much sex as he could handle. Life was good for Harry, and he thanked his lucky stars that he was the one who heard Snape's calls. After all, he was the hero who had vanquished the villain, and he deserved a happily-ever-after filled with all the love and sex he could ever want.