Back to Hogwarts: FIC: For the Best Title: For the Best Author:alisanne Rating: R Word count: 1,215 Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Not chan, no matter how it looks, trust me. There could be Mpreg, though, if you choose to see it that way. AU, EWE.* Summary: Harry discovers the importance of consistency and viscosity. A/N: Thank you to the Back to Hogwarts mods for hosting this fun fest and to S for beta-reading. Naturally, nothing recognizable is mine.
For the Best
“I’m here for my detention, Professor.” Harry’s voice was loud in the silent room.
Severus Snape, Head of House for Slytherin and redoubtable Potions master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, looked up from whatever he had been perusing on his desk. “Yes, obviously, Potter. You’re clearly not here for the company, after all.”
Harry only just resisted rolling his eyes. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, moving into the room, studiously avoiding staring too long at Snape. Sexy Snape. Bloody hot and sexy Snape.
I’m so fucked.
Snape raised an eyebrow. “Ah, the possibilities,” he murmured, smirking as Harry blushed. “This evening, however, all I require are your most basic skills.” Gesturing towards the work table, Snape said, “You may begin by chopping up those Flobberworms.”
Stifling a groan, Harry walked over to the table. This was the grossest job ever and Snape knew he hated it. “Yes, sir,” he muttered, picking up the knife.
“Make sure they are cubed, Potter, not diced or crushed.”
What the hell is the difference between cubing and dicing? Exhaling, Harry began, knowing that whatever he did wouldn’t be good enough.
“Once you’re done, place them on the tray and I’ll explain the next step. I may as well put you to good use and get some brewing done.”
Not sure what he was making, Harry began to daydream a bit as he chopped. The dungeons were cool, quiet, and after a few minutes, Harry began to relax.
Until he sensed a body behind him. “While I’m sure this explanation will go well above your head,” Snape purred. “I am supposed to be your professor, so I suppose I should...educate you.”
“Sir?” Harry squeaked.
“Given the ingredients we’re using this evening,” Snape gestured towards the table, “what do you think the purpose of this potion is, Potter?” Snape’s mouth was close to Harry’s ear. “What’s important about the...consistency of Flobberworms?”
“Slimy,” Harry choked out.
“Indeed.” Snape’s chuckle seemed to send sparks up Harry’s spine. “And what...commonly used and popular potion requires such a slippery consistency?”
Harry blushed. “I don’t know--”
“Oh come now, Potter.” Snape’s fingers closed over his. “Feel the viscosity of the worms, how...smooth they are as they coat your...flesh. There are so many situations that call for such...lubrication.”
Fuck! Harry swallowed hard. “Merlin,” he whispered.
“It is possible that Merlin himself was familiar with such potions, yes,” Snape murmured, his fingers sliding up and down Harry’s, spreading the slimy Flobberworm guts. “It is likely that all men have a close relationship with such substances once they reach adolescence and certain...urges overtake them.”
Harry closed his eyes and bit back a moan. “Um...”
“Lubrication, Potter.” Snape seemed to linger over the syllables. “Masturbation is a normal activity for healthy young men, and lotion or cream does make it...more pleasurable.”
Harry gurgled. “Mastur--bloody hell!”
Snape’s hand had closed into a light fist and was steadily sliding up and down Harry’s index finger in an unmistakable motion. Groaning, Harry began to hump the table.
“Is something wrong?” Snape asked, pressing his body closer. “You seem...agitated. Surely our conversation isn’t...bothering you?”
Harry’s breaths were coming in little pants. “God.”
“Hm, I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then, shall I?” Snape’s leg had insinuated itself between Harry’s thighs and Harry could feel the press of a large erection. “Would you like to...continue?”
“Yes!” Harry hissed.
“Mm, you do tend to fidget.” Snape’s free hand clasped Harry’s hip. “I believe you’ll find that if you slow down, savour the movement, you’ll enjoy this more.”
Somehow the brewing commenced, Harry managing to scoop the cubed Flobberworms into the cauldron without spilling them, along with Ashwinder yolks and Mandrake roots. “To keep things...alert,” Snape said as he helped Harry stir the viscous liquid.
Harry’s hands were shaking. Truth be told, Harry’s everything was shaking, including his prick, which seemed to twitch and leak a bit at every whisky-smooth syllable out of Snape’s mouth.
“Almost ready,” Snape pronounced as he rubbed his leg up and down between Harry’s thighs. “However shall we test it, I wonder?”
Harry whimpered.
“Do you have any suggestions?” Snape asked after dipping a finger into the cauldron and pulling it out. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. “Ah, perfect for our...needs.”
Snape’s other hand had crept forward and was almost touching Harry’s straining cock, when--
“Dad? Papa?”
Both Harry and Severus turned to see two small children standing at the door, blinking uncertainly into the dim room.
“What is it, Al?” Harry asked, straightening up and adjusting his robes. “Why are you up? It’s past your bedtime. Is Lily all right?”
“Scared!” Lily cried, her dolly clutched in one hand, her other hand reaching for Harry.
Smiling, Harry was by her side in two steps and he scooped her into his arms. “Why are you scared, princess?” he asked, tone soothing.
“The Ravenclaws did it,” Al declared. “They were really loud in the hallway outside our rooms.”
“Ravenclaws?” Severus raised an eyebrow. “In the Slytherin dungeons?”
Al shrugged. “One boy said something about knowing how to get into the potions stores.”
Just then, a loud crash and some shrieking could be heard down the hall. “Looks like the new wards are working,” Harry murmured, rocking back and forth as he soothed Lily.
“Indeed.” Severus’ lips curved into a smirk. “Perhaps I’ll allow the miscreants to think they escaped before I swoop in and punish them. Those tracing wards really were a good idea on your part.”
Harry laughed. “Try not to scare them too much, will you?”
“Can I watch?” Al asked, eyes alight with the bloodthirsty glee of a six-year-old.
“No.” Rolling his eyes, Harry cried, “Bippy!”
A house-elf immediately appeared. “Professor Potter-Snape, sir?”
“Take Al up to our quarters. I believe this is a good time for some warm milk to settle things down.”
Al began to pout.
“Yes, Professor Potter-Snape, sir.” The elf hesitated, glancing at Al. “You and Professor Snape-Potter is to be drinking as well?”
Sighing, Severus looked at Harry. “Yes, we shall be drinking, too,” he said, an apology in his eyes. “Tea for us, however.”
Al perked up and the elf relaxed before clasping Al’s arm and disappearing with him.
Once they were gone, Severus leaned in, kissing Harry’s cheek. “Is she asleep yet?” he asked, peering into Lily’s tiny face.
Harry nodded. “Think so. I’ll tuck her in.”
“I suppose we’ll have to continue this fantasy later,” Severus murmured, looking past Harry and at the messy laboratory. “Such a shame. It was just getting interesting.”
“It was.” Harry grinned. “Or we could always continue my ‘detention’ in your bedroom later, Professor. Maybe with me in a...skirt this time?”
“Oh you naughty brat,” Severus breathed. “Eleven? That will give me time to punish the idiots who interrupted us, and we can make sure Al’s really asleep this time.”
“Perfect.” Harry grinned as Severus strode out, his robes billowing threateningly behind him. He’d had his doubts about returning to Hogwarts to work and raise a family, but things really did seem to be working out for the best.