|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2007-01-13 17:03:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, kitsune_okashi, rated: r|
Happy Daft Day florida_minxie!
Title: My Hero
Warnings: slash, established relationship, hurt/comfort, doesn't follow canon
Prompt/Summary: Asked for: hurt/comfort and romance. An explosion rocks the school.
Author's Note: (Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to their respective legal authorities.) florida_minxie, I hope you like it. And to my beta, Jane, thank you sweetie.
Harry is now a professor at Hogwarts.
The explosion rocked the
Skidding around the last corner before the potions labs, the young professor realized that he was the first one at the scene. The other professors had to deal with their students before they could come to the dungeons.
Coming to a halt before the classroom used for the third years, Harry took a moment to collect himself. Cautiously he opened the door, jumping back from the acrid green smoke pouring from within the room. Casting a dispersal charm, Harry cleared the air and made his way into what had once been a classroom.
The room was destroyed. The walls looked as if they had melted with shards of what appeared to be the students' cauldrons. The worktables and benches were reduced to charcoal, while the floor had pit marks and patches of melted glass.
The only objects still intact were the doors to the hallway, the ingredients closet, and Professor Snape' office. There were, however, no students within what remained of the room. Breathing a sigh of relief at not finding anyone immediately dead, Harry carefully picked a path across the ruins of the floor towards the other doors. Checking the supply closet found it undamaged, so Harry turned to the office door.
The wards on the door had taken more damage, and were starting to flicker out of existence. Opening the door, Harry found the missing students huddled over a still form on the rug before the fire. Several of the girls and a few of the boys were quietly crying together. Making his way to group watching over the sill form before the fire, Harry was trying to figure out who had been injured and where Professor Snape was.
"Who's been injured, O'Neill?" Harry asked with a feeling of dread. Jumping slightly from the unexpected voice, the young Gryffindor, Doug O'Neill answered, "Professor Snape, sir. He…he s-saved us."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"There was something wrong with one of the ingredients for our potions, Professor Potter. We had just added the dried slug snot to our potions when they began to shoot off purple sparks. Professor Snape ordered us away from our cauldrons and to make our way into his office," said Margaret Greanly, a petite Slytherin.
"He had this queer look on his face the whole time he was getting us out of the classroom," supplied O'Neill.
"Strange? In what way was it strange?"
"I've never seen him look that way before Professor Potter. I-I think he might have been afraid, sir."
"What happened after he got you into the office?"
"He had to go back for Rachel, sir, Rachel Tamlynn. She tripped over a fallen set of scales, and got tangled up in her book bag. Professor Snape got her into the office just as the first cauldron exploded. I've never seen anything like it. The professor started shouting at us to close the door so the wards would activate, that he 'would be with us in a moment' and not to touch anything if 'we valued not spending our spare time in detentions for the next few years'. The next cauldron went off just as he turned around. The force of it knocked him off his feet; he looked like a rag doll being thrown against the wall," answered O'Neill. As the young Gryffindor paused for breath, the tale was taken up by Greanly.
"There was this sound, Professor Potter, like dry branches being snapped. It was horrible, sir, he crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap. We thought he was dead for a moment, and then we heard him moan. O'Neill and I with the help of some of the others were able to drag him inside the office. O'Neill wanted to levitate him…"
"Hey! I was only trying to help."
"…Until I reminded him of the consequences of mixing magic with already violently unstable potions. The last explosion set off the remaining cauldrons, and nearly took the wards on the office down. We fired called Headmaster Dumbledore and he told us to stay where we are until another professor could get to us and that he would send Madam Pomfrey down as soon as she was free. Apparently one of the other students was impaled by one of the suits of armor during the final explosion."
"Will Professor Snape be okay, Professor Potter?" asked O'Neill.
"Let me check him over and then I'll be able to tell you," replied Harry. Moving to Snape's side, he began a series of diagnostic spells. As he was checking the professor over several of the students began creeping closer to him, until he was surrounded in a loose circle. Finishing the check, Harry looked up at them and gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
"He'll be fine in a week or two. Now, why don't you head to your common rooms? O'Neill, Greanly, I want you to take your houses back your dorms, I'm sure Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore are waiting for you. I'll look after Professor Snape until Madam Pomfrey is free to attend him."
Nodding in agreement, the two houses made their way out of the office and back to their dorms. After checking that the students made it safely to the end of the hall, Harry returned to Snape's side and began casting healing spells.
"Severus Snape: greasy Potions Master, protector of students, and all around snarky bastard. My own personal hero."
"Idiot," wheezed Snape.
"Ah, but you still love me, even when I'm at Gryffindor best."
"Are the students all uninjured?"
"Miss Tamlynn has a twisted ankle, but could still walk on it. A few students have singe marks on their robes. But you are the only injury from an explosion that almost shook the castle apart. Miss Greanly mentioned that one of the ingredients for the potion today was wrong somehow."
"Yes, the Sarasant bark had become contaminated, and once the slug snot was added produced the destruction, you no doubt witnessed. And why do I suddenly feel so exhausted?"
"That would be the sleep compulsion I'm directing at you. Rest, Sev, I nearly lost you today and don't intend to now. Madam Pomfrey will be here soon, and I don’t want to move you incase I hurt you further."
In their quarters, Severus and Harry were curled up together in their bed, sharing the warmth.
"I love you Sev."
"I love you, as well, my own."
"You could have been killed in the explosions. What if the students hadn't been able to get you to the office? What if you had gotten them safely tucked away and tried to neutralize all those potions by yourself? I know you're a Potion's Master, but dammit Sev, it was your duty to stay with those children. You aren't supposed to do impressions of reckless, empty-headed, more balls than brains, idiotic Gryffindors. Yes, I was quoting you. I-if you had died, I wouldn’t' be able to continue without you, you selfish, bastard."
"If I may get a word in edgewise?" Harry gave a contrite look at the mild reprimand from his husband.
"I will never voluntarily seek my own death. I was merely trying to contain the force of the explosions. It wouldn't have done to have the foundations blown out from underneath the school. In that instance the majority of the populace of Hogwarts would have perished."
"I hadn't known that."
"Indeed, love, even I hadn't known that fermented Sarasant bark in combination with slug snot in a cleaning solution potion would cause a reaction that would be so violent. Now, how may I go about giving you my deepest apologies for scaring you?"
"Hmm, would your apology still be valid if we combined it with my reward to you for being a hero?"
"I do believe it would. What did you have in mind?"
Instead of answering, Harry merely gave Severus a seductive leer and pounced on the newly healed Slytherin. Kissing the two rolled around the bed until Severus pinned Harry to the rumpled covers beneath them and attacked his neck. Heated kisses and sharp nips created intricate patterns along the green-eyed man's skin from neck to navel. Pausing to lavish attention upon a nipple, Severus glanced up to watch his love's face bathed in a light sheen of sweat and a rosy blush riding high on his cheeks.
Distracted by the becoming blush, Severus was flipped onto his back by Harry. Taking advantage of his stunned mate, the young professor began his own exploration of his lover's flesh. He delighted in refamilarizing himself with all the places that caused Severus to moan with heated abandon.
"Sev," Harry moaned, "I want you."
"How do you want me, my own?"
"Inside. Inside me, please?"
"Inside you where, brat? You need to be more specific."
Boldly Harry took Severus' hand and pulled it behind him, placing their combined fingers at the entrance to his body.
"Here, Sev. I want you here. Please?"
"Whatever you wish."
Placing Harry on his stomach, Severus started a gentle massage at his young love's shoulders working his way to his sweetly rounded behind. By the time he reached his goal, Harry was melted lump of lust and want, sprawled across the bed. Deciding not to tease any longer, the dark Slytherin summoned their lubricant from their bedside table. Liberally coating his fingers, Severus began to feel around the crease of Harry's arse. Gently he eased the tip of one finger into the tight entrance, slowly moving it in and out. Until he was freely sliding the digit in to the last knuckle. Applying more lube, Severus began the process again of entering Harry, only with two fingers now. As Harry became more relaxed Severus was able to move farther in and add more fingers. He was easily sliding three fingers in and out, while Harry eagerly pushed back to take more.
Rolling Harry onto his back, Severus placed a pillow under his hips and lower back. Settling himself between his lover's thighs he used coated his cock with lubricant. Using one hand to brace himself above Harry, he used the other to line himself up with his relaxed entrance. Looking into the deep green, lust swamped eyes. Severus concentrated on the love he saw there as he slowly eased his cock into his own personal version of heaven on earth. Taking a moment to allow Harry to adjust, Severus regained his own control.
When Harry indicated he was ready, the dark Slytherin began to rock slightly back and forth, gradually gaining depth and speed, so as not to hurt either of them. Teasingly, Severus alternated between slow, deep thrusts, and quick, sharp, shallow thrusts, continuously keeping Harry from establishing a rhythm that would allow climax.
Eventually the need to cum eclipsed even Severus' determination to draw out their lovemaking. He kissed Harry ravenously as he fisted the raven-haired man, racing to see who would climax first. Breaking from the kiss to gasp for much needed air, Harry locked eyes with Severus for a moment, before climax swept over him forcing his eyes closed. The contractions of his passage around Severus' cock milked the orgasm from him to the music of Harry's cries. Exhausted the two lay tangled together, as the sweat from their lovemaking began to chill them.
Gently Severus removed himself from his lover. Harry shifted them to their sides so they could cuddle, while murmuring a charm to dry the bedding so no one would sleep in the wet spot. Basking in the glow, they slowly started falling asleep.
"I love you, my hero."
"And I love you, my own. Sleep well."