|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2009-01-05 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, lilyseyes, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day, jean_c_pepper!
Title: Harry Potter's Perfect Detention
Warnings: *AU, Rimming, Desk!sex, first time, teacher/student – Harry is 18 in this story.*
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is made from these amateur works.
Prompt: I love detention fics and Harry bringing Snape back or finding him, I love dirty talk, light d/s, legilimency, rimming, fluff, flangst, semi-public sex.
Summary: Back at Hogwarts after the final battle, Harry feels restless. Severus steps in to take him in hand.
Author's Note: Dearest jean_c_pepper, I tried to fit as many of your requests as I could – I hope you enjoy the story!
My thanks to my lovely betas, rakina and florida_minxie, you are worth your weight in gold!
Harry Potter's Perfect Detention
Harry slipped along the corridor silently, his footsteps heading with no particular destination in mind, just walking as he tried to burn up the energy that made him restless and unable to sleep. While Harry didn't regret his decision to turn down Shacklebolt's offer to waive his N.E.W.T.s and join the Aurors, choosing instead to come back to Hogwarts to complete his final year, he was finding himself restless and wandering. Hermione had returned with him, as had Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, and most of the other seventh years. Ron, however, had been glad to accept an apprenticeship with his dad's department at the Ministry of Magic, happy to get out of sitting the nasty exams. Ginny had returned for her final year, but was clingy and prone to bouts of weeping, no longer the strong-willed witch of the past as she struggled to cope with her brother's death.
Not having Ron in the dorm at night had, for some reason, made Harry feel even more restless than usual. He'd taken to roaming the hallways under his Invisibility Cloak at night, despite Headmaster Snape's threat of detention if he should catch anyone out after curfew, which had been given at the Welcoming Feast. Unfortunately, the threat hadn't fazed Harry, who'd had enough detentions with Snape over the years to know a few more wouldn't kill him. A shiver of pleasure shot down his spine, and Harry frowned at the sensation.
Harry had developed a strange fascination with Snape ever since he had bolted from the Great Hall on the night of the final battle to retrieve the headmaster's body and instead had found him still alive. Kreacher had been bent over Snape, gold locket glinting in the light of the single torch, bandaging the semi-conscious man's throat when Harry had stumbled back into the room, clumsy with fatigue. Harry had been gobsmacked to find out that Kreacher had made a promise to his Master Regulus that Kreacher would always help his lover, Severus Snape, if his assistance was ever needed. Harry's tired mind had tried to absorb that not only was Snape gay, but he had been the lover of Sirius' younger brother.
Together, Harry and the ancient house-elf had managed to get Snape back to his bedroom next to the circular office and nurse him back to health. Hogwarts had also helped, sealing the Headmaster's office against all intruders until Harry was able to convince Minister Shacklebolt that Severus Snape was as much a hero as he was. Surprisingly, it had been Arthur Weasley who had helped Harry prepare his speech to be given in front of the Wizengamot, where Harry had persuaded the governing body to pardon Snape and reinstall him as headmaster. Once aware of Snape's true role, Minerva McGonagall had been more than happy to step down and reprise her role as Deputy Headmistress.
It'd been the nights when Harry had sat silently beside Snape's bed that he'd done some hard thinking about his future. Harry knew he wanted to complete his education, but was lost beyond that. The idea of a career chasing Dark witches and wizards held little allure for him, and the thought of having to track down petty thieves like Mundungus Fletcher was even less appealing.
Truthfully, Harry felt lost. He had no burning desire to pick up the relationship with Ginny that he'd ended after Dumbledore's death, or really, to start one with any female. His eyes were drawn more to the firm chests of the other blokes in the showers, rather than the soft breasts of the female form. His wanking fantasies and wet dreams began to feature tall, slender wizards with sleek, long hair hiding their features. Harry groaned softly as he felt his prick harden at the mere thought. He'd experimented with his fingers, but hadn't been bold enough to try anything else.
A sound stopped him in his tracks and Harry listened hard, trying to place where the noise had come from. Harry backed up soundlessly as he gripped his wand, scanning the dimly lit area in front of him. His elbow brushed against something solid and Harry started to swing around, only to be caught by a long arm wrapped around his middle. Harry was dragged back against a hard, firm chest and the ensuing sensations made him lose the ability to breathe. It was one of his fantasies come true: a hand spayed against his abdomen and his arse pressed against a man's groin… a man with healthy tackle, as it was rapidly becoming obvious that this man certainly possessed.
"Mr. Potter. How… predictable."
The deep voice of Headmaster Severus Snape sent a shiver down Harry's spine, one he hoped fervently that the man would take as a shiver of fear, not the arousal he actually felt. Nagini's attack had given Snape's voice a throaty edge to it, making it incredibly sexy, Harry thought as he waited for doom to descend. Snape's hand tightened fractionally and Harry didn't struggle, he just leaned back, enjoying the first-ever sensation of being pressed against another man's body. His prick twitched even as his mind boggled over the whole thing.
They stood there for a heartbeat, then one more, as images from the Occlumency lessons and Snape's memories swirled in Harry's mind, mixing with his own fantasies. Then Snape stepped back, hand sliding to Harry's hip before vanishing. Pushing his hood back, Harry turned to look up at the headmaster, disappointed to see that his face was in shadow.
"Ten points from Gryffindor; and as you have chosen to defy me once again, Potter, you will report to my office tomorrow after lunch for detention."
Nodding, Harry lowered his eyes as he moved to walk by Snape, his hand already adjusting himself furtively under the cloak as he did so.
"Straight back to your dorm, Potter," Snape snapped, "before I double the points you've already lost!"
"Yes, Headmaster," Harry murmured, his feet picking up their pace as he rounded the corner until he was running flat out as if chased by demons.