Title: Disappearing Act
Author: reddwarfer
Characters: Severus/Harry
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: AU, Chan.
Kinks chosen: Claustrophilia
Word Count: 1025
Summary: Severus discovers something interesting whilst on patrol.
Author's notes: Thanks muchly to joanwilder for the beta. I fail at thinking of titles, and was running out of time, so I swiped this from a Chris Cornell song.




Severus walked the halls and waited, almost impatiently, for whichever demon seed would attempt to break the rules tonight. It was always someone and half the time, that someone was from his own house.

He walked down another hall and had almost decided to call it a night when he heard it: a whisper-faint swish of cloth and the slightest sound of bare feet on cold stone nearby. Severus slowly made his way and turned toward the sound and found nothing but a large wardrobe and a rather ugly tapestry of Salazar Slytherin playing a lute.

When he got near the wardrobe, he heard it. He placed his hand on the door and listened to the soft moans and slick skin on skin. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard a telltale hitch of breath and moved out of the way, into the darkened corner near the wardrobe just in time to watch which brat would exit.

The door opened and shut, but he couldn't see anyone. Potter. It had to be. He'd been sneaking around with that damned invisibility cloak ever since the Headmaster seen fit to give it to him last Christmas. Snape wanted to track the brat down and take a rather large sum of points away from him, not just for the late-night jaunt, but also for the erection he now had to deal with. Instead, Snape walked back to his rooms, and thought of Potter's green eyes as he came.



The next night it was a supply closet, and the one after was behind a thick tapestry deep in the dungeon, and the one after that was in a small cupboard that held trophies on the surface. Snape didn't stop him, but stayed near and listened, cock hard, to every single sound until the boy cried out. He then went to bed, and stroked himself until he did the same.



The next morning, Severus made a point to glare at the boy during breakfast. He'd barely managed any sleep, and the only thing that'd saved the night from being a disaster was realising the potion he'd made wasn't a complete failure. Potter gave him an impudent smile and turned his attention to his friends. The potion was supposed to make him sleepwalk, to Severus, specifically, but after three weeks and no signs, Severus assumed it simply didn't work. Perhaps it was the black beetle eyes.



Two more nights passed, and Severus was feeling that curl in his belly anytime he laid eyes on the boy. He only needed to see that impish smile or impudent glower and his body would react.

"Professor Snape," Potter said, drawing him back to Potions class, "is this right?"

Severus walked over to the table and looked into the cauldron. He could smell the sweat on Potter's skin, and he suspected that Potter was doing this on purpose. Ever since that first night, Potter had made any excuse to speak to him, touch his arm, or walk near him. It was as if Potter wanted him this way, off-kilter and near-ravenous for some sort of release.

"It's fine, Potter, as usual. Five points to Slytherin."

Potter grinned at him, and Severus knew, knew the boy was up to something; as always, the boy was completely unsubtle. Why that hat had put the boy in his house, he'd never understand.




After dinner, Severus made his way back to the classroom to grade the most recent batch of hopelessly incompetent papers. It only took two steps into the room for him to know that someone else was there. A quick glance around the room let him know they hadn't touched or moved anything aside from the chair at his desk. Feigning ignorance, he walked over to the desk and sat down, effectively blocking off escape. It was then that he could feel the short, fast breaths of Potter's hitting on the top of his knee. He began scribbling notes on the assignments, and waited to see what the boy would do next.

He had graded four papers when he felt hesitant fingers brush against his knees. After a moment, when he didn't move, the fingers were back, more sure, and pushing up his robes onto his lap, and tugging down his pants.. Severus almost looked down, but stopped himself when he felt Harry's fingers trail down his cock, feeling every inch. Instead, he gripped the edge of his desk and waited.

The hesitance only lasted a moment, and then Severus felt Harry's mouth wrap around the head of his cock. The gasp he let out was unintentional as was the slight tremor in his legs. No one had touched him in a very long time, and even the clumsy affection of an inexperienced twelve year old boy was enough to almost send him over the edge. The boy, as always, was noisy, and the slurping sounds of Harry's lips wetly mouthing his cock managed to turn him on even more.

"Hmmm," Harry moaned, and Severus could hear the rustle of Harry's own robes parting. He closed his eyes and imagined how Harry would look, on his knees, mouth around his cock as he stroked himself. It took everything he had not to come right then.

Severus reached down and placed his hand on Harry's hair, and clutched it tightly, shallowly thrusting his hips. "Ungh."

Two minutes after he came, Harry still hadn't come out from under the desk, and Severus still hadn't moved. He hoped there was enough Slytherin in the boy so he wouldn't have to worry about this getting around, because now that it'd started, he had no intention of it stopping. Harry then crawled out of the space, invisibility cloak in hand, and grinned at him. That mischievous grin that Severus knew meant trouble.

"Good night, Professor," Harry said and walked out of the classroom. Sometimes, Severus didn't wonder about the Sorting Hat's decision at all. That bloody brat.




Severus walked down the hall, as usual, looking for people out of bed who shouldn't be. He found himself once again at that wardrobe near the tapestry, and smiled. Severus opened the door and stepped inside.