Fic: Christmas Eve (SS/HP) Title: Christmas Eve Author: Arc en Ciel aka arcencielfw Pairing(s): SS/HP Rating: R Warnings: * some visual sex * Summary: Harry spends his Christmas Eve at Hogwarts without his friends. Under the mistletoe he will find something more than gifts and loneliness. Prompt: #85 Someone helps a lonely student feel a little less lonely at the holidays. Bonus for mistletoe and semi-public sex. Author Note: Thanks to clisse and rakina who helped me to check and correct this story, you both are great wonderful girls! It’s my first attempt to write something for a fest and I enjoyed the experience very much. Thanks to salome_fw and torino10154 for your support and for your friendship, I owe you every moment of peace in my hysteria, lol! And thanks also to freckles42 who suggested my prompt, I hope you liked my story.
Christmas wafted in the air, among snowflakes and a sharp sky. It was Christmas Eve; the elves were all united in the kitchen cooking a tasty fish supper as in the best Yule tradition. The castle was oddly quiet since all the students had returned home for the holidays.
All except one: Harry Potter.
The Headmaster had decided it was safer for Harry to spend his holiday at Hogwarts rather than at the Burrow or the Dursleys' house. Since then Harry had pondered on times past and on thoughts of other Christmases which hadn't been so joyful. Ron and Hermione wrote to him everyday, recounting all the little things that a family does together during a festival. Harry had replied briefly, reassuring them about his health and wrote that he missed them. The truth was he was feeling lonely and his solitude was only underlined by the empty hallways, silent dorms and echoing rooms. He had already completed his assignments ridiculously ahead of time and had too much spare time now; it enabled him to become sad. He stopped at the door of a small living room where the supper would be served, spying through the almost transparent, cobalt blue curtain at what was happening there. A round table was already illuminated by some candles and the silverware shone in the trembling light. A Christmas tree, enchanted with flickering lights and crystals, was situated in a corner and under it there were many colored and ribbon-tied packages.
“Mr. Potter, please don't stay there on the doorstep, come in.” Professor McGonagall's benevolent but authoritarian voice invited him in.
“Harry, please take a seat. I hope you'll excuse our intimate arrangement but we are few guests and I have tried to create a comfortable situation for you too. I understand you might feel lonely but I assure you that I'm doing the best for you, son.”
Dumbledore smiled at him adjusting glasses on his nose. Harry thought they were talking a lot of bullshit but smiled back and sat where Headmaster showed him, between the Transfiguration teacher's chair and an empty one.
“Thanks, Professor Dumbledore, I like this room very much.”
A hand tightened his shoulder, the long fingers like claws. “It has been permitted that you should sit at this table as an adult among adults, but you are yet so young and innocent and... immature. And so arrogant and a bad liar. As usual you receive special treatment, don't you, Mr. Potter?”
The slightly perfumed fingers smelling of cinnamon and cedar caressed his cheek coldly; Harry refused to tremble or to lift up his head.
“Your attitude is harsh, Severus. It's Christmas, good gracious. Some charity on your behalf would be extremely pleasant.”
At the word charity Snape stopped touching the boy and sat gracefully by Harry's side. His long black robe was enriched by a thin velvety embroidery on the cuffs and collar. Snape nodded briefly and kept silence at McGonagall's scolding. The evening for Harry slowly slid out until the clock struck 11 pm and the elves finally cleared the table. Snape's presence was always close to him; their legs brushed one against the other as there wasn't enough space under the table. It annoyed him but he had succeeded in chatting, smiling and talking facetiously, trying to ignore the austere and silent figure by his side.
“Harry dear, the moment has come, I think you have to retire in your room. Tomorrow at breakfast we'll open our respective gifts and exchange wishes.” Dumbledore ordered calmly after Harry finished drinking his pumpkin juice and eating his last bit of chocolate cake.
There wasn't anything else to say so Harry got up and quietly said good night to his table companions, crossed the empty corridors again and, with a relieved sigh, closed the door of his room.
“Such a wasted evening!”
Harry fell onto the bed and crossed his arms under the pillow wondering what his friends were doing at that moment in the warm embrace of their families.
He put on the long nightshirt and slipped under his covers. He tried to read something but got bored almost immediately and placed the book back on his nightstand. Then he tried to sleep but it was another failed effort. In the end he kicked off his covers and took up his Invisibility Cloak.
“Surely the teachers won't have gone to sleep yet. At least if I return there I might feel less lonely, at least I was part of something there,” he said aloud to himself and then cast a warming spell, walking barefoot toward the room in which they had dined.
The door was half open again and Harry heard the peaceful but happy teachers' voices discussing this and that. He stopped behind the curtain and looked at them drinking something amber brown from their rounded glasses, surely liqueurs.
He'd just begun to relax when the Cloak was suddenly lifted, the warming spell broken and the cold air of the room ran over him while a hand slipped firmly over his mouth and a solid body enveloped his figure.
“Mr. Potter, I knew you would have to break some rule tonight.”
Snape held him tightly. Harry knew it was useless to wriggle out or to try to escape. He was at the mercy of those strong hands.
“Did you fell sad and lonely in your room, Mr. Potter, without your fans? Or did you only want to spy on your teachers in one of their rare relaxed moments? Or yet... were you looking for me?” Snape whispered into his ear.
A shiver ran under Harry's skin while the warmth and perfume of Snape's breath inflamed him. Snape felt it and his iron grip softened suddenly, turning into a possessive embrace.
“Tsk, should I give you detention, Mr. Potter? But if I did Minerva would never forgive me, after all it is almost Christmas. Potter, don't relax, your punishment will only be more secret; and I think that it could begin now.”
Snape dragged Harry into the alcove's shadow between the door and the curtain, and with his free hand he began grazing Harry's shoulder, his thin chest and the aureoles still covered in fabric; then he circled Harry's turgid nipples with tender fingers. Harry blushed and abruptly breathed from his nose; he tried to wriggle violently attempting to free himself but failed miserably. Suddenly he didn't feel cold, but aflame.
<i>Snape, he is Snape,</i> Harry's inner voice screamed in his head but his body slowly and sensually relaxed in Snape's arms.
“My, my, you almost come as a surprise, Mr. Potter. What depravity there is hidden in your small, thin body. I look at you; I always look at you and I see in your eyes how much you want me to punish you, right here and now. You felt lonely, didn't you?”
Harry shivered again and looked down; his cheeks were a little red now. Snape’s hand on his mouth loosened and with his forefinger he sweetly forced inside, pulling Harry's lips apart. “Suck it!”
Harry jumped a little when he heard Snape’s silky voice and hot breath on his neck, then he moved his head to deny the words.
“Didn’t you hear me, Potter? Suck it now, slowly and longingly. I want to envy my finger and I want you to think only of what else I could get you to suck on.”
At those words, at the sexy fantasies they spawned in his head, Harry opened his mouth incredulously and without thinking he sucked Snape's forefinger, just as he'd always wanted to do. Snape's skin felt cool and tasted like vanilla, mandarin orange and cinnamon, like a safe place and an exotic birthday cake.
“Yes, continue like this. Suck my finger deep into your throat. I want to feel your tongue lavishing my skin, your teeth tasting my flesh…”
Snape was driving him mad. Their bodies were so close, touching each other and the taller man’s form embraced Harry's figure, overpowering him with hot waves of passion.
“Do you like it, Mr. Potter? My flesh…”
The boy moaned and nodded.
“Maybe I know what else you would like too… do you trust me, Harry? Do you trust your greasy old Potions teacher?”
Harry backed up and Snape held him closer and leaned on him, his free hand touching Harry’s left leg, sliding under the nightshirt onto his bare skin. Snape’s dry, cool fingers travelled up slowly, sliding over tiny beads of sweat and coming close to the tops of his legs. Harry squirmed and arched his back, embarrassed but sharply excited. A sudden laugh froze the boy and the world beyond the curtain abruptly became real again. Snape removed his hand from Harry’s mouth.
“Something to say, Mr. Potter?”
“Please… I want… but there are my other teachers in the room and the headmaster…”
“Oh yes, our beloved headmaster… what would he think if he came over here? His wonder-boy, the great hero of our time, breathless and lustful in my embrace, sighing for more.” Snape touched Harry’s cotton underpants slightly, then fell to his knees and firmly took the erect penis into his hand, fisting it at length.
“Snape… please…”
“Severus. Call my name, Harry. Tell me what you want with your delicious voice.”
“I want… to come. Please, Severus… not here!”
“Harry, Harry, what do I have to do with you? Do you think I want to give in to your every wish? Do you think you can talk to me like we are equals? No, Harry… you are my boy, my naughty little kid and I won’t simply cuddle you. I want to possess you instead, and make you melt just hearing the sound of my voice. Do you think, when school starts again, you can forget my hands on your hard cock?”
“Professor… Severus… please!”
“Now, Harry? Do you want to come?”
“Yes, now!”
Snape’s other hand with its wet fingers slid up from Harry’s ankle and came around his bottom, weaving between his cheeks.
“Don’t you ever touch yourself here, Harry? Do you know this hidden pleasure?”
“No… it’s too strange!”
Harry tried to adapt his body to the feelings while Severus’ forefinger pushed slowly and carefully through his trembling little hole.
“Breathe slowly. Do you feel my finger? It’s so tight inside you, so hot.” Severus’ sexy voice went deep inside Harry’s mind, exciting him, sliding him into a sweet vortex of pleasure.
“Yes, Harry, trust me. Follow me. I know you want it, I know what you desire. I’m here for you. Now press your bottom against my hand, let me enter your body. So good, my Harry…”
Harry thought he was going mad but he wanted to feel Snape all over his body, inside him. He lifted up his head and whispered a silent plea. Severus turned down his head and met Harry’s parted lips. Warmly he tasted the boy’s mouth and sank his tongue inside such hot softness. Suddenly Harry looked up and saw a mistletoe garland. The irony of he and Snape embracing, becoming sexually involved under that romantic sign almost made Harry smile.
“Who's there?”
Albus’ voice suddenly interrupted their encounter. Harry turned pale and Severus quickly took the Invisibility Cloak and made Harry hide under it.
“Oh, is it you, Severus? I thought you'd gone to your dungeon, sorry. Do you want to join us instead?”
“Albus, please, I won’t join you for anything in this world and you know it. I believed I'd find Potter wandering the halls but it seems he isn’t here, after all. Everything is very quiet, so I'll leave you to your party and go to my room. Goodnight, Albus.”
“Oh, Severus, you'll be so lonely if you go to the dungeons. It’s Christmas. Are you sure you want to go?”
“Yes, Headmaster. I want to go to my room. Now. Excuse me.”
Albus stared at the black swirling figure until Minerva called his name and he return to the gathering, shaking his head.
Severus walked halls until he reached his dungeon.
“Are you here, Harry?”
The boy silently took off his cloak and stared at his Potions teacher, blushing.
“Do you know what are you doing? Do you know which room this is?”
“Yes, your room. I don’t know that much about what I’m doing but I know you are with me in this and… I want to stay with you tonight!”
“Only tonight?”
Harry grinned. “Maybe… to start with!”
“Brat. Come in. And don’t touch anything you could damage.”
“Yes sir.”
The hilarity in Harry’s voice made Severus smile.
At that moment the clock struck midnight and the door silently closed behind them.