|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2008-01-22 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||alliekatgal, creation: fic, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day, snakeling!
Title: Possession is Nine-Tenths of Ownership
Prompt/Summary:): Very Dirty Smut. As far as kinks: Jealousy, dubcon, spanking, chan (13+), teacher/student, wall!sex, arguments, out-of-control!Snape, top!Snape, spanking, impertinent!Harry.
Author's Note: Not compliant with the ending of DH. Many thanks to Joanwilder for being an ultra-speedy beta!
Snape’s voice was cold and sharp as he snapped at Harry.
“Detention, Potter. My office, directly after dinner.”
Harry looked at him in surprise. “But-“
“By all means, argue with me, Potter. I’d be happy to extend your detention to span the entire week.”
Harry just stared at Snape mutely, wondering what he had done to set the man off. He bit his tongue, knowing he would have to wait until there was no longer an audience before he could argue with his professor.
He went through the rest of his day distracted, trying to recall everything he had said or done during Potion’s class. He and Hermione had been talking, but certainly no louder than any of the other students in the classroom.
Malfoy had been his usual annoying self, sending paper missiles in Harry’s direction whenever he could get away with it. For some reason, Harry always felt compelled to open them, even knowing they would have some drawing or phrase meant to ridicule him.
There was really no longer any bite to Malfoy’s missives, but they were still distracting, and Harry seemed to always need to have one eye on his cauldron and one eye on Malfoy, to the point that it had simply become second nature to be aware of what Malfoy was doing, even as he listened to Snape and as he made his potion.
Harry picked at his dinner, trying to look at Snape without appearing to stare. Snape seemed to be avoiding looking anywhere in Harry’s direction.
Hermione gave his arm a reassuring squeeze as he got up to leave.
“I’m sure it will be fine, Harry. You know how he is. Try not to argue with him. Please?”
“I’ll do my best, but that man can get to me like no-one else can. Don’t worry about it. See you in the morning.”
He grabbed his bag and headed down to the dungeons. Snape had already left the Great Hall, and Harry didn’t want to keep him waiting.
The corridors were quiet, with most of the students still in the Great Hall. He paused before Snape’s office, took a deep breath, and knocked firmly on the door.
Harry slipped into the office and quickly shut the door behind him. Just in time, as the door had barely latched before Snape had him by the front of the shirt and was pushing him up against the door, growling in his face.
“I won’t have it. You are mine, Potter, and you had best remember that.”
Harry tried to open his mouth to protest, but it was already covered by Snape’s, the kiss brutal and hungry and more reassuring to Harry than anything Snape could possibly say.
Lean arms held him tight, one hand covering his arse while the other squeezed the back of his neck.
He gulped air as Snape nipped at his neck, his breath hot and sweet.
“You didn’t have to give me detention for this. You know I would have been here anyway.”
Snape let go of Harry, and took a step away.
“Detention was for your atrocious behavior today. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Or perhaps it was deliberate?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about.”
Snape glared at Harry, and stepped closer until his nose was almost touching Harry’s.
“Your interactions with Mr. Malfoy did not go unnoticed. I won’t tolerate it.”
Harry looked at him for a moment before understanding dawned.
“You think I was flirting with Malfoy? You’re jealous! I should be the one who’s jealous, knowing you spent all last year fucking him.”
“I never fucked him. Even if he were bent, I wouldn’t have touched him. He was under my protection. I swore an oath to his mother to protect him.”
“Well, he still spent a year with you. If anything, he’s the jealous one, the way he’s always throwing notes at me, telling me how pathetic I am. He certainly doesn’t want me spending time with you.”
Snape loomed over Harry. “Cease talking with him, cease looking at him, cease any interactions with him or you’ll be feeling the heat of my hand across your arse.”
Harry pushed at him futilely. “You’re not the headmaster anymore. You can’t do whatever you like.”
Harry had no time to protest as he was turned around to face the wall, his trousers pooling at his feet before he even realized Snape had unbuttoned them. A sharp smack to his arse brought a high-pitched yelp from him.
“No! You can’t do this to me!”
Another smack, this one harder than the first.
“I believe I can do whatever I like, and I believe you’ve told me that on more than one occasion.”
“I never meant this!”
Two more smacks in rapid succession, and the heat across his arse did nothing to dispel his own erection.
“Perhaps you should have been more specific when you told me I could do anything to you. You gave me carte blanche, didn’t you?”
Harry yelped as Snape spanked him again. “Stop. Please, stop.”
His arse was now being stroked, taking some of the sting out of his abused skin. He pressed back as Snape stepped forward, his arse fitting perfectly against Snape’s groin.
“I can think of better things for you to do with your hands.” Harry’s voice was husky from yelling, and had just a bit of a waver to it.
Snape snorted, wrapping his arms around Harry.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
Harry knew better than to argue when Snape used that tone of voice. The wall was rough and slightly chilly, but he complied immediately.
He moaned in complaint as Snape moved away, wanting that warmth at his back again. He could hear Snape rummaging through bottles, and then he was back, his robe warming Harry’s backside as he leaned in to kiss Harry’s neck.
“I ought to keep you locked in this room until the year is over.”
Harry laughed softly. “That would sort of defeat the whole purpose of my being here. Minerva had to argue with the Board of Governors to allow Hermione, Ron, Draco, and myself to even attend this year. It’s only six more months, and then we’ll be taking our NEWTs, and I’ll be done here.”
He groaned as slick fingers slipped into him, teasing him and leaving him aching for more.
“Besides, the only way you could keep me in here is if you were here, too, and Minerva is counting on you to teach this year.”
There was a whisper of sliding fabric, and then Severus was against his back, his hard cock pressing into Harry. He pushed back, wanting it all, wanting everything Severus was willing to give him.
“Harry.” Severus’ voice sounded pained, and his hands would most likely leave bruises on Harry’s hips, but Harry wiggled against him, trying to urge him to move.
“You’re mine, Harry. Always mine. Look at me.”
Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder at Severus. He doubted anyone seeing Severus at that moment would be able to call his dark eyes cold. They blazed with heat and hunger, and then warm lips claimed his even as Severus moved, thrusting with agonizing slowness until Harry nipped his lip, demanding more.
Harry braced his head against his arm as Snape’s thrusting became urgent, and then he was coming, Snape panting hard in his ear, pulsing out his own release, but still holding fast to Harry.
It wasn’t until a few moments later that Harry became aware of the ache in his shoulder and the uncomfortable prickle of abraded skin on his hand.
“Severus. Severus, we need to move.”
Harry winced as Severus peeled himself away from Harry.
They showered in silence before both slipping under the covers of Severus’ bed.
“She knows that I’m always here, right?”
“Minerva knows everything that goes on in this castle, Harry. She knows exactly where you spend your nights.”
“She hasn’t tried to do anything to keep us apart, though, has she?”
“No, and she won’t. She knows that you went back for me that night. She knows that you raided my stores when you realized I was still alive, and that you spirited me away and kept me hidden until you had cleared my name.”
“I was afraid that someone would hurt you before I could convince them of the truth. I’m sorry that I had to show the Wizengamot your memories, but they needed more than just my word. And your memories saved Draco, too. Who, by the way, I am not in the least interested in.”
Severus pulled him into his arms and held him tight.
“That makes two of us. Now, go to sleep, Harry. I have brats to teach in the morning, and you have classes to attend.”
Harry found Severus’ hand and clasped it softly.
“I’m glad I had your memories, even if it was only for a short time.”
“I wish I could say the same, but it would be untrue. I could have lived happily without those memories of your uncle. I think I ended up with one of your memories for every two of mine that you gave back.”
“Well, you straightened them all out for us. And I’m much better now at using a Pensieve.”
Snape smiled in the dark. There was one of Harry’s memories that he had kept, one from just after the Dark Lord had been killed, when Harry had spent weeks caring for him as his body fought the effects of Nagini’s venom.
Despite the precautionary potions he had taken, and even with all the blood restoratives and detoxifying potions Harry had forced down his throat, it had been a slow climb back for him. The memory of Harry gently bathing his face and talking to him was one he cherished. And really, it was only fair, as Harry had kept at least one of his memories.
He shifted Harry slightly, knowing he was already mostly asleep. Harry was his, just as he belonged to Harry. After all, everyone knew possession was nine-tenths of ownership.