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Severus Snape in a Tent with Felix Felicis
Title: Wistful Thinking
Author: jean_c_pepper
Character: Severus Snape
Location: In a tent
Object: Felix Felicis potion
Other Characters: Harry/Draco (fantasizing about)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, Really.
Word Count: 727
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Severus Snape marched across the campsite, his face set in his usual scowl. It was the time of the Quidditch World Cup, which France was hosting this year. Severus had been practically ordered by Headmistress McGonagall to attend. She had handed him a small suitcase containing his clothing, and another bag containing a magical tent, a bottle of Felix Felicis and a moneybag full of galleons.
“You are going on vacation this year, Severus,” She ordered. “You will have a good time and the Felix Felicis will guarantee it.”
A good time? How could Severus have a good time surrounded by brainless Quidditch fans? It didn’t help that he had seen Harry Potter joined at the hip (and the lips) with Draco Malfoy. Severus had read in the Daily Prophet that they were a couple, but seeing them hanging all over each other, kissing, feeding each other breakfast, was something else again. Severus realized immediately that he was somewhat jealous. He had always found Harry Potter attractive and the contrast that Draco provided made Potter look even better. Severus had to admit that he thought Draco was looking good as well.
When Severus reached the privacy of his tent, he decided to take a shower and change his robes. The tent had a large amount of magical space inside, complete with a master bedroom and an ensuite bath. Severus stepped into a hot shower and scrubbed vigorously. It didn’t help, but only served to make him even hornier. After showering, Severus dried off and lay on the bed to have a wank. He thought that it might make him feel better.
Severus lay across the bed and caressed his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He found the bottle of baby oil to be an effective lubricant. (Sybil Trelawney had given it to him months ago, claiming the inner eye told her to. Severus found that it helped with his dry skin during the cold winter months). Still, it wasn’t enough and Severus mind began to drift into fantasy.
Harry and Draco were on the bed in front of him, their shirts off and their bare chests pressed together as they kissed.
“Suck him, Potter,” Severus ordered him. ”I want to see his cock in your mouth.”
“Oh, Yes,” Severus felt his pleasure increase with the images his fantasy was providing. He moved one of his hands from his balls down to his opening, allowing his oiled finger to caress there.
In the fantasy, Harry had stopped sucking off Draco and was crawling between his knees, lifting his legs before putting lube on his cock and entering Draco. In the fantasy, Harry was watching Severus oil his own cock.
“Come on, Severus,” Fantasy Harry begged. “Hurry up and join us.”
“Patience, Mr. Potter. Patience.” Fantasy Severus answered, as he lubed his cock and joined them on the bed. He spread Harry’s cheeks and slowly slipped one finger, then two into him before lining up his cock and pushing in.
“Oh, god, yes,” Severus sped his hand up, knowing that he was close. He was finger fucking himself with the other hand.
“Yes, Harder. Oh, god Severus,” Fantasy Harry moaned.
At this, Severus spilled all over his hand, moaning his pleasure in the empty tent. As he went to find his wand to cast a cleansing spell. As he did, he noticed the tiny bottle of Felix Felicis on the night table.
“What’s the harm” he thought, picking up the bottle and resolving to take it before the game.
Later that night, as Harry and Draco followed Severus back to his tent, Severus decided that attending the World cup was a good idea. He would send Minerva a thank-you note in the morning, if he wasn’t too tired.