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Fic, Viverras, SS/PW, NC-17
Title: Some Things Don't Stay The Same
Author/Artist:viverras
Characters: Severus Snape, Percy Weasley, Minerva
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rimming, accidental and, because one person isn't aware of it, possibly non-consensual voyeurism (or does the fact that it's accidental negate the consent issue? I can't decide)
Compliant to: Umm. Somewhere during DH, things must've taken quite a turn.
Word count: 1815
Summary: Severus thinks about his life. Then does things.
Notes: Thank you, lysa1 for the beta and advice.



Glittering fairies twirled above the heads of the guests, darting and dancing in the snow that fell but never reached the ground. One in particular caught his eye and, as he tried to focus on it, it flew quite near Severus' balcony and became even more exuberant in its swoops and swirls, performing apparently just for him. He was just about to extend his glass to it - fairies loved champagne - when the sound of someone approaching startled it, and it flitted off.

"Oh, Mr. Snape," the woman cooed, "there you are!" He turned to view his host and current annoyance. "I'm so glad you're enjoying our third sitting room. Isn't the brocade in here just perfect? And the view of the ballroom is divine, don't you think?" His deepening frown hurried her on, and with little flutters of her hands, she pleaded, "But everyone so wishes to speak with you, to wish you well; won't you please come down again, just for a few minutes?"

Miserable, demanding woman! He had come in the first place, hadn't he? Had refrained from scowling and insults, had shaken hands and accepted thanks, and had even allowed those who considered him to be friends with Mr Potter to go unhexed. What more did they want? He turned away from her to look back over the crowd and saw his Percy, red hair flaming through the fall of snow, gesturing animatedly in a group of people he supposed were Percy's friends: Miss Granger; a pair of former Ravenclaws with dates; Madam Pince and her niece; his brother George; and someone he thought was in the Unspeakables. Obviously relaxed and laughing, they were... happy.

Distantly, he replied to her, "I shall rejoin you in a moment, if you please," and a few seconds later, heard the door click shut. It still seemed preposterous, three years later, that they had won and he had lived and their world was grateful to him... simply impossible. And yet, at nearly every celebration, drunken members of the grateful public cornered him to express their earnest thanks. For killing Albus. For killing Emeila. For killing the person that everyone now merely referred to as "the Muggle Studies Teacher." It was becoming a fairy tale, and he, the surprise hero.

Obscene, all of it.

He should leave. Leave this party, leave England, leave . . . his unfocused eyes flicked back to Percy. His. Robed in pale blue, because Percy said the color made Severus prone to 'indulge in deviant behaviour'. His, but a part of this world, and oh, how he was enjoying it! His cheeks were slightly flushed from laughter and champagne, conversing animatedly with his little group of friends . . . when he saw him shrug his shoulders and start looking around. He suspected that Percy was looking for him, and knew it when Percy looked up at his darkened terrace his face lit up with pure joy.

Severus didn't deserve this either. He bowed his head. When he looked up a moment later, Percy had thrown an arm up and was gesturing emphatically for him to come down, then flung his arms wide. 'Come, come get me,' the gesture said.

He looked out once more over the fairies dancing through the falling snow.

Damn it to hell.

He'd do Good Things. He'd finish the cure for lycanthropy, he decided, as he strode down the stairs. He'd join the Children of War Victims Scholarship Fund Planning Committee, he promised, pushing through the throng and smiling and nodding at the people who cheered and thanked him. He could just see Percy's red hair. He'd work with Miss Granger on ARSE*, and even, he swore, thank Harry Potter - properly - for helping him get here.

Severus burst through the last of the clumps of people between him and Percy and stood there, just looking.

"Severus!" Percy exclaimed, "You found me!" Percy pulled him the rest of the way into the little group, and began introductions, ending with "and, of course, you remember George and Hermione." He handed Severus a glass from a floating tray.

"Yes, of course. How do you all do." He took a deep breath. "Miss Granger, I have been meaning to tell you that I should like to become a member of A.R.S.E.; I am firmly of the opinion that the work you are doing now may stave off future conflicts, and that it is the single best political activity in which nongovernmental citizens could at this time participate." While Hermione spluttered and exclaimed her thanks, Severus looked down at Percy - who looked only slightly less surprised - took his hand, and smiled.

After making similar commitments to the ventures he'd promised - and even a few more that seemed like worthwhile endeavours, (and enjoying Percy's increasing amazement), he found their hostess near the Floo. She fluttered a bit at his approach, likely from his earlier coldness. "Thank you, Mrs. Wibbleberry, for a most enjoyable evening and the pleasure of your lovely company," he soothed, and kissed her hand. While she was still expressing her thanks that he'd graced her home, he pulled Percy into his arms and Flooed them to Severus' home.

Stumbling out of the fireplace, they landed with Percy giggling, up against the stone wall. "What on earth were yo-"

Severus cut him off with a kiss. Then another, and another. "Trying to deserve you."

While Percy was still open-mouthed with shock, Severus lowered them to the rug, unfastening Percy's silky robe. The green light from the fireplace wasn't enough; he wanted to see every reaction, every inch of Percy's skin. He flicked his wand to light the room bright as daylight, bent down to kiss him, but after not nearly enough kisses, Percy stopped him.

"What do you mean, Severus, 'deserve me'?" he said dangerously, propping himself up on his elbows. (Intoxication did nothing to impair Percy's thought processes when it came to Severus, and particularly to Severus' periodic fits of conscience.)

Severus dropped his head. "You are so undamaged, so unstained," he ventured. Briefly meeting Percy's glare, he sighed, "My conscience will not permit me to - monopolize you - unless I continue to make amends for my past deeds."

"So you have decided that you must perform community service before we can be together?" he said derisively. Percy was sitting all the way up now, and becoming rapidly displeased. This was not at all what Severus intended!

Severus pulled Percy's stiff body into a hug, then kissed his forehead. In his most persuasive tone, he stroked Percy's skin and said "You are far more than I ever expected or deserved, and I do not wish to give you up, nor even to share you. Therefore, I must attempt to become a man that deserves you."

Percy pulled back, frowning. He looked up into Severus' eyes, as if trying to read a foreign language. Finally he pursed his lips and quietly demanded "Say it, Severus. Whatever new notion or condition you've decided upon, just say it. I'm not going to guess."

Severus remained silent.

Percy sat up and started refastening his robe. "Fine. If you can't say it, I'll say it for you. You have decided you can no longer see me until you have adequately redressed your sins, and you nobly request that I find someone who deserves me. Is that about it?"

When Percy started to stand, Severus grasped his forearm and pulled him back down "Were we perhaps in a different conversation? Did you hear me say I would like you to move on? Because I am quite certain that I did not say anything of the sort." He arranged Percy in his arms. "If you were paying any sort of attention, you would have heard that I have quite clearly invited you to live with me."

Percy shook his head, as if he couldn't quite understand the words.

Sighing dramatically, Severus said, "If that trifling amount of alcohol affects your hearing, I shall have to lock it away from you when we converse."

"Damn it Severus, yes! Yes, yes, yes, you incomprehensible bastard." Percy pulled Severus back down to the floor. "Yes," he whispered, kissing his neck. When his kisses met robe, he reached for his wand and divested them of their clothing. "God," he laughed, "I was certain you had decided to leave me, you ridiculously noble sot!" He wrapped his arms and legs around he other man and undulated against him as they kissed and sucked and touched. Percy finally groaned "Now! Fuck me right now. We've waited entirely too long already."

Severus chuckled, low and wicked. "I believe that you will find another brief delay to be worthwhile." Severus pulled back to his knees, bringing Percy's hips up to his lap, and smiled as Percy whined and rubbed complainingly against him. "So very lovely," he whispered, running a hand down the center of Percy's chest. 'I will try,' he thought, and lifted Percy's hips to his mouth.

He briefly licked and kissed the straining cock, mouthed the delicate balls, but his destination was the pink-rimmed opening behind them. Percy's shriek of delight when Severus plunged in his tongue was gratifying. But his goal was to reduce Percy to completely incoherent vocalizations, so he kept on, spreading him with his thumbs, circling and flicking and twisting his tongue until Percy's whines came so quickly that he thought he might be hyperventilating. Deciding to check his face to make sure he wasn't in any danger, Severus pressed down on Percy's thighs with his elbows, so that he could move just slightly to see his face. Tongue flicking the edge of his hole, he looked down at Percy, who was the very picture of ecstasy. But an odd flicker in the reflections from the fireplace caught his eye.

They hadn't locked the Floo.

His heart dropped to his stomach, a thousand horrifying possibilities running through his head. He realized his wand had rolled some feet away, and that Percy would never be able to react in time. With no other weapons available, he pulled out his best glare and looked at the fire.

To see an open-mouthed Minerva staring at them.

She started to speak, probably to apologize, but Severus cut her off with a sharp shake of his head, cutting his eyes to Percy, who remained oblivious.

Minerva's eyes followed Severus', and as she looked back up Percy's body, she gave Severus a congratulatory look and nod. They both laughed silently for a moment. Then Percy whined particularly plaintively, and Severus' tongue began to trail its way back towards his hole. He raised a brow meaningfully at Minerva.

Minerva smiled, and waved goodbye.

Severus returned to the most worthy task of making his young lover lose the power of speech.

And put his past behind him.



*A.R.S.E is the Association for Rights for Sentient Entities.