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Back to Hogwarts: FIC: The Brat, the Git and the Skirt
Title: The Brat, the Git and the Skirt
Author: eriador117
Rating: Adult/NC-17
Word Count: 4,643
Warnings: (highlight for spoilers) *D/s, crossdressing, roleplay, spanking. Despite appearances, everyone is over 18.*
Summary/Prompt: Harry loses a bet to wear a girl's uniform for the day, but finds he likes it. Snape is convinced he is hiding something beneath his robes and gets a pleasant surprise when he finds out what it is.
A/N: Beta'd by rakina

The Brat, the Git and the Skirt



Harry stared aghast at the items Seamus had laid out on his bed. The grey wool pleated skirt was so short it would barely cover Harry's thighs. Along with the skirt there was a white blouse, grey knee-length socks and to finish off a pair of frilly knickers in Slytherin green. "You can't be serious!" Harry protested.

"Come on, Harry. A bet's a bet. You can't back out now." Seamus wasn't to be dissuaded.

"But we've got Potions today! I can't wear all that, Snape will know something's up!"

"Not if you wear your robes fully buttoned," Ron pointed out. "No one will know what you're wearing under there except for you."

"And you four." Harry glowered at his dorm mates, but only Neville looked away, as if in shame. The rest of them were grinning like lunatics as if this would be the funniest thing all year. They'd all been a bit de-mob happy after Voldemort had been defeated and this latest bet was only one in a long line of them that seemed to serve no purpose except to humiliate Harry.

"You have to do it," said Dean. "One whole day wearing a girl's uniform. You promised."

"But no one said anything about knickers!" Harry could barely bear to look at the frilly confection on the bed.

"Don't tell me it'll be the first time you ever got into a girl's knickers!" Seamus laughed at his own joke and Harry hoped no one had noticed his blush. It would indeed be the first time he ever went near girls' underwear. Looking at Aunt Petunia's clothing catalogues probably didn't count.

"All right, I'll do it, but you lot have got to leave and let me get dressed in peace."

"How will we know you've really put them on? You could just Banish them somewhere and button up your robes so we wouldn't know." Seamus glanced at the others who nodded in agreement, as if they didn't trust Harry's word either.

Harry sighed. "Okay, okay. Once I'm dressed in the skirt I'll wait to put my robes on. Come back in ten minutes."

"We can do that," said Neville, as he ushered the others out and Harry could get dressed in privacy.

Once they had gone, Harry spent a few more moments just staring at the clothes. Why did he ever agree to such silly bets in the first place? No matter what it was, he always lost and it was him who had to wear the girls' clothes or sneak into the kitchens without the elves noticing or anything else the others could think up.

Harry sighed again as he took off the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt that he'd worn to bed. He'd already had his shower this morning; the clothes had been waiting for him when he'd returned from the bathroom. God, this would be so embarrassing if someone caught him dressed like this. Harry could almost imagine the headlines in the Daily Prophet already: Boy Who Lived is the Boy Who Likes Dresses!.

Shaking his head, Harry tugged down his boxer shorts and slipped on the frilly knickers. They were soft – a lot softer than he was expecting; some sort of silk or satin he guessed, and they caressed his cock like a second skin. Harry hissed in surprised pleasure as the material settled over his groin and arse. Thankfully he'd already masturbated in the shower this morning or an erection would have been imminent. As it was, it just felt pleasant. He sat down on his bed and tugged on the socks, wondering how the others knew what size would fit him.

He stood up to pull on the skirt, zipping it up the side and noticing that yes; indeed, the skirt barely covered his thighs. It felt quite liberating in a way not to have trousers on, there was lots of air circulating around his skin and he quite liked that. Sometimes in the summer trousers were too heavy and made his legs itch, but they weren't allowed to wear shorts at school. Harry didn't know the rules about boys wearing a girl's skirt, but it wasn't as if he was going to let any of the teachers know about it. The less people who knew the better.

The blouse wasn't that much different from his shirt, but the buttons were on a different side so it took a little bit of dexterity to get it buttoned properly. Once that was done, he put on one of his own Gryffindor ties and sat down on his bed to wait for the others to come back. As he sat down, the skirt rode up his thighs, leaving very little to the imagination. At least he would be well covered once he wore his robes.

"Wow! You make a great girl, Harry!" said Ron as he and the others returned to the dorm.

"Shut up, Ron." Harry threw a pillow at his friend and reached for his robes before anyone else got too much of an eyeful of his short skirt. He buttoned up his robes from neck to ankle, reminding himself of Snape and how buttoned-up he'd always been. Harry hoped that no one remarked on how unusual it was for him to fasten all the buttons on his own robes.

Breakfast passed without verbal incident, although Harry was aware of a few curious stares from some of the other Gryffindors. It was June after all and the weather was fine, not the sort of day where you needed to keep your robes buttoned. As usual, Snape was glaring at Harry from the teachers' table, although what imagined infraction Harry had supposedly done now, Harry wasn't aware of. Harry ignored him and tucked into the remainder of his breakfast.

* * * * *
It was some sort of Gryffindor prank, it had to be. What other reason could there be for Harry Potter to walk about school with his robes as buttoned up as Severus' own? He was doing it to humiliate Severus, that was the only thing Severus could think of. But why?

For the past three weeks Harry Potter had been in Severus' class wearing his robes buttoned from ankle to collar, much like Severus himself did, and Severus was getting heartily sick of it. Longbottom was no longer in the Advanced Potions class but Severus wished for a second that he was so that an explosion could distract the rest of them. He needed some excuse to order Potter to stay after class, but so far Potter hadn't done anything wrong.

A flash of silvery hair out of the corner of his eye caught both Severus and Potter unawares. Severus had no idea what Draco Malfoy had just lobbed into Potter's cauldron, but its effects were immediate and effective. Black, acrid smoke swirled about Potter's cauldron making the whole class choke. Severus used a neutralising spell on the mess in Potter's cauldron to clear the smoke. "Potter, see me after class!" Severus barked.

Potter glared at him, his eyes flashing jade fire and his face flushed with anger, but he didn't bother speaking back. Everyone in that room knew it would have made no difference to Severus. Potter would be staying behind no matter what.

The rest of the class concentrated on finishing their potions, but Potter just stood by his worktable, his arms folded across his chest, the anger simmering from him in waves. It shouldn't have felt this good to bait Potter, but it did. When the bell rang for the end of class Severus was surprised to find that the shiver of anticipation he felt at having Potter alone for the first time in weeks was almost sexual in nature.

As his classmates filed out of the room, Potter put away his books and quills but stood by his worktable and made no move to escape the dungeons. Severus waited until the last of them had left before he cast wards and Silencing charms on the door. He Banished the rest of the mess in Potter's cauldron and matched him glare for glare. Gone were the days when Potter was a frightened first year who could be stared into submission. He was older now and a lot more confident. Dispatching the most evil wizard of all time could do that for a young man.

"What is going on?" Severus demanded without preamble.

"I don't know what you mean." Still, Potter held that defiant glare, which made Severus' groin tighten even further. Oh, how he would love to teach the brat some personal lessons of his own!

"Mr. Potter, you have been turning up for class with your robes buttoned up as if we are in the depths of winter and not the middle of June. What are you trying to hide beneath them? Was it yourself who sabotaged your own potion?"

"I'm not hiding anything and no, I didn't sabotage my potion! We both know it was Malfoy!"

"Do not take that tone with me! You are hiding something, Mr. Potter, and I will see what it is!"

"I'm not!" Potter protested futilely, his face flushing with something other than anger. Embarrassment perhaps? Had Potter gone the traditional route beneath his robes? But that was against the rules for students; they were to wear their uniform under their robes while at lessons. What they did in their own time was their own business.

"Then you won't mind removing your robe so I can make sure, will you?"

"No! You can't make me!"

"Mr. Potter, remove that robe right now before I rip it from your shoulders myself!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me." Severus tapped his wand impatiently against the palm of his left hand.

"You can't make me strip! That's against the rules!"

"Oh? And you know every rule of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, do you, Mr. Potter? Have you read Hogwarts: A History and all its extensive appendices?" The boy's silence was answer enough. "Indeed not. I can assure you now that any teacher suspecting any student of misdemeanours has the right to search said student, including a strip search. Hogwarts is not a democracy, Mr. Potter. Now, remove that robe and just be thankful that's all I'm requesting of you today."

Potter pouted, his face paling to the colour of curdled milk. He nibbled on his bottom lip, making Severus want to soothe away the hurt with his tongue. Severus shifted his stance so that his robes fell in loose folds about his lower body, hopefully disguising his body's reactions to the young man in front of him. He wanted to see what Potter was hiding beneath his robes and then he wanted a few minutes alone with his right hand. It wouldn't have been the first time he masturbated while thinking of a student, but it would be the first time while thinking of this particular one.

Potter's hands were trembling as he undid the top button; they were small, elegant hands that would feel perfect wrapped around a thick cock. Severus shifted again and bit back a moan. Severus watched enraptured as Potter removed each button from its hole, his heart hammering against his ribs as more of the clothing beneath was revealed. As expected, he saw the white shirt and Gryffindor tie, but there was no jumper this far into June. Severus saw the glimpse of a grey waistband before Potter undid the final few buttons and stepped out of his robe.

As expected, Severus saw the grey waistband, but it soon became apparent that it was a girl's pleated skirt the boy was wearing and not his uniform trousers. Severus waited until Potter had undone the last button and the young man's face had flushed a delicate shell pink.

"Take off the robe, Potter. I want to see the full effect of your delightful ensemble."

Potter's cheeks reddened even further at that; he opened his mouth as if to say something but no sound emerged, either of protest or disagreement. The boy didn't even glare this time; he just removed his robe, folded it and placed it on his workstation.

"Come here, Potter." Severus indicated a spot about two feet in front of him with a tap of his wand. He thought that now indeed Potter might balk, for surely he could see how Severus' eyes glittered hungrily to see Potter in such feminine clothes? Potter always had looked a bit androgynous: he was too thin to be brawny and his eyelashes were so long that they would make many girls jealous. The girls' clothes suited him and Severus was ecstatic that he was the one to find out this secret about Potter.

Either Potter wasn't aware of the effect he was having on his teacher or he was aware and had decided to ignore all the warning signs and walk straight into the dragon's lair. But then, wasn't that Potter all over? Dive in head first without thinking of the consequences and ask questions later, if indeed questions were asked at all.

As Potter made his way slowly towards him, Severus got a good view of the boy's legs, for the skirt did little to hide them. Knee-length socks drew the eyes upwards to where they ended and the bare flesh of the boy's thighs were revealed. Smooth thighs, Severus noticed. Had he shaved his legs?

His legs were long and coltish, longer than Severus would have expected given the boy's stature. Severus admired the view openly until Potter stopped in front of him, his hands fisting by his eyes and scrunching his eyes shut.

The length of Potter's legs wasn't the only thing that Severus noticed: there was a definite bulge tenting the pleats at the front of the boy's skirt. Severus had the impression that Potter was closing his eyes in some vain attempt to hide his arousal, as if by not seeing it himself, Severus wouldn't notice it either. It was too late for that, Severus had noticed and it was something that could not be undone. "Turn around, twirl for me," said Severus and was gratified that Potter obeyed almost instantly. He could be taught then... depending on the subject.

The skirt flared out to reveal a pair of green frilly knickers that had Severus' own arousal returning full-force, his cock hot and throbbing in his trousers almost at the same instant that Potter let out a heartfelt moan. "Oh, God! You've seen!" Potter's eyes shot open, as if unable to keep them closed any longer.

"Indeed I have, Mr. Potter. And pretty though your outfit might be, I'm afraid that once again you have broken Hogwarts' rules."

"Please, sir! Please don't tell anyone! I'll do detention for a month! Anything, but please don't tell!"

Anything! Really, Potter should be more circumspect when dealing with Slytherins. Oh, Severus had plenty of anythings in mind and none of them featured detention, not unless Potter turned up wearing nothing but a collar and leash.

"You will accept punishment from me?" Severus asked lightly. "Even if you don't know what it is?"

"Yes, sir. I trust you."

"Foolish Gryffindor," said Severus. "No thought for the consequences. Very well, Potter. You've made your decision. Bend over my desk."

Severus watched avidly while Potter settled himself across his desk, reaching his fingers across so that he could grip the other edge for balance. He rose up on tiptoes, the skirt riding up and leaving his frilly arse in full view. Potter widened his legs giving a brief glimpse of the swell of his balls between them. Severus was fully aroused at seeing the boy in such a position, laid out like a feast before him and he wasn't sure what he wanted to taste first. Potter angled his head around to look back over his shoulder at Severus. "Are you going to spank me, sir?" he asked breathlessly.

"I should, it might cure you of your impertinence."

"Oh, please, Severus! Yes!"

Severus chuckled as Harry broke from his role. "You're supposed to be playing the errant student, Harry. You're not supposed to be comfortable enough to say my name."

Harry winked at him over his shoulder. "I am an errant student. Just for today anyway. Please, sir. You know you want to punish me."

Severus wondered how in such a short space of time Harry Potter had wormed his way into his heart and wrapped Severus around his little finger. There wasn't anything Harry wanted that Severus would deny him – he loved him too much to deny him anything.

"You want to be spanked?"

"I want to be spanked by you," Harry clarified. "You do want to, don't you?" Harry stood up and turned around.

Severus stared into the face of his young lover before marching over in two strides to caress his face. "I don't want to hurt you. You've been hurt too much already, Harry."

"This is different, Severus. It's just playing. Just something to spice things up a bit. But if you don't want to, we don't have to do it."

"All right, we'll try it. But you will let me know if it gets too much for you?"

Harry nodded and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. "Maybe I should take my knickers off first?"

Severus moaned. "Yes, but leave the skirt. I like you in that."

Harry toed off his shoes and yanked the knickers down before stepping out of them. He lifted the knickers back up and dangled them from his fingers, a cheeky grin on his face. Severus' heart thudded against his chest as he stalked towards his boy and removed them from Harry's hand. "I think I'll keep hold of these for the time being," Severus said in his sternest voice, knowing how much Harry loved to be dominated. Severus took one long sniff before putting the knickers in his robe pocket.

Harry grinned again before he bounded back to the desk and settled himself across it. Severus sometimes wanted to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming this. That Harry Potter had decided to set his sights on Severus Snape of all people. Severus gasped as Harry's arse came into view, for with him bending over like that the skirt was too short to hide it. Merlin, Harry's arse was perfection! Two perfect peach halves just ripe for squeezing, so that's just what Severus did.

* * * * *
Harry couldn't stop the small hiss of pleasure as he felt Severus squeeze and caress his buttocks. It had been too long since he'd felt Severus' hands on him. Harry had been too self-conscious over these past few weeks, wondering how Severus would take the knowledge that he liked to wear girls' clothes. If he'd known how hot Severus found it he would have donned a skirt long before now!

"Ready?" Severus asked, giving his left buttock one last squeeze.

"Ready," Harry agreed, gripping the other edge of the desk to brace himself. His cock was leaking precome onto the desk below him, making it slippery and wet.

The fist spank didn't hurt at all, but it knocked the breath out of him for a moment.

"Harder," Harry said. "You can do it harder than that. I won't break."

"Won't you?" Severus whispered harshly in Harry's ear. "You think you can handle whatever I give you, brat?" Severus thrust his own cloth-clad erection against the crease of Harry's arse, making Harry whimper with need.

"Yes! Please!" But before Harry could do anything more than that, the welcome pressure was removed as Severus stepped away. The next smack came down hard and Harry gasped at the unexpected pain. Again and again Severus spanked him until Harry's arse was throbbing, but despite the pain, there was an equal throbbing in his cock as it lay squashed between his belly and the table. He was harder than he had ever been in his life and as Severus' hands came down on his arse he couldn't tell whether his moans were of pain or of rapture. Both intertwined and Harry forgot all else but the sensations in his body.

His lungs strained for breath, sweat dripped down his brow and down his shoulder blades as he struggled not to come like this. Full and heavy between his legs, his balls ached with need. Another smack had him shuddering against the table. He wanted it to stop... he didn't want it to end.

"Please! Please!" Harry begged, although he wasn't entirely sure what he was begging for – for the spanking to stop or for it to continue. His arse felt enflamed and he could almost imagine how it was looking to Severus, red stripes among the paleness and he whimpered again. Tears trickled down his face; it was too much to hold in any longer. "I'm gonna come!" Harry wailed.

"No!" Severus' hand spanked him hard. "Don't you dare come yet!"

Harry wrenched his guts trying to obey the order but it was difficult with all the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure that wracked his frame. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back if Severus spanked him even once more. "Kitten," Harry whispered hoarsely, his throat raw from the tears he'd been trying his best to hold back.

Severus heard his safeword and the next time Severus touched his arse it was to caress it, not spank it. "Enough, Harry?"

"Enough," Harry replied as he angled his head around to see his husband and Master. He knew Severus loved it when he cried and Harry noted that indeed, Severus was gazing at his tear-tracked cheeks in open wonder.

Severus traced the tracks with his thumb. "You're beautiful when you cry, pet."

"Thank you, sir," said Harry, blushing furiously. After three years together he still wasn't used to compliments and his fair complexion gave him away every time.

"Turn around. I want to see your face when I take you. Keep your eyes open."

Harry grimaced as he moved and turned to lay his head on the desk. Severus Summoned Harry's old school robe and bunched it up before placing it beneath Harry's head as a pillow, but the Room didn't seem to think that was enough comfort for Harry. The desk disappeared and in that same instant Harry was lying flat on his back on a feather-soft mattress and a mound of pillows.

Severus lifted his wand and uttered the first few syllables of a healing spell, but Harry placed his hand on Severus' arm to stop him. "Don't heal me yet, please sir. After."

Severus didn't seem convinced, but he allowed Harry's judgement in this. All of this scenario, from the girls' clothes down to the roleplaying of student and professor and the spankings were Harry's fantasy after all. It was his birthday and if you couldn't act out your fantasies on your birthday, when could you? "Very well," said Severus as he placed his wand at Harry's entrance and cast a spell that had Harry loose and slick in seconds. Harry moaned and tugged Severus down for a kiss.

Harry didn't know when Severus got naked, whether it was a spell of Severus' own or if it was the magic of the Room reading Harry's desire, but suddenly Harry couldn't take it any longer. "Please, sir! In me!"

Harry wasn't ashamed to beg for what he needed, what he wanted, what he craved. Severus kissed him fiercely again as he pushed Harry's legs up towards his shoulders and entered Harry in one smooth thrust. Harry howled in ecstasy as he was breached, the fullness of Severus' cock and the brush of his skin against Harry's striped arse was making him see stars.

Severus stayed still for those first few moments as if letting Harry get used to the fullness.

"Oh, God! Move!" Harry urged. Harry's cock was spilling precome in a never-ending stream onto his belly now and he squeezed his muscles around Severus' cock. It made his spanked arse burn painfully, but it was a good pain. Harry was almost delirious with pleasure. "Please!" He begged again.

This time Severus took him at his word and thrust in earnest, pumping in and out of Harry in a ragged rhythm of need. Harry tried to arch back thrust for thrust, but Severus' movements were too erratic for Harry to do much more than lie there and be fucked into the mattress. "Love this! Love you!" Severus gasped out as his thrusts became even more frantic.

Harry's control was slipping away with every thrust, but he didn't have permission to come yet. "Sir! I need to come! Let me! Pleeeease!"

"Yes!" Severus hissed. "Touch yourself. Come for me, Harry. Come for me!"

Harry gripped his aching shaft in his fist and in three tugs he shattered into a thousand pieces, spurting all over his chest to stain his blouse; a few pearly drops even landed on his chin and he felt it dripping down. He screamed as his orgasm overtook him, squeezing every last drop of rapture from his cock. Before the last threads of come had left his cock, he felt himself filled with Severus' essence and he squeezed his anal muscles, as if to keep Severus inside where he belonged. Now that he'd come, the ache on his abused buttocks was getting worse and it wasn't so pleasurable any longer.

Severus slipped out of him, kissing Harry softly as he did so. This time, Severus healed him without any word from Harry. Harry sighed in bliss as the pain was washed away, but he still had the memory of it.

"Thank you, Severus," Harry said. "I know that pain isn't really your thing."

"I'm still a bit surprised that it's yours," said Severus. "After what happened to you, I thought it would have been the last thing you would want."

Harry sat up and rested his head on his elbow, the semen trickling down his blouse to drip onto his skirt and the bed. Before he had a chance to cast a cleaning spell, the Room had done it for them and had dressed them both in black pyjamas. Harry laughed, wondering again at how the Room read intentions, for both of them usually went to bed naked. "This is different," Harry said. "I was controlling the pain this time. I knew you would stop when I'd had enough and you did."

"You were taking back the control they took from you?"

"Something like that. We don't have to do it again if you don't want to."

"We can do it occasionally, but I don't think it's something we should do all the time. I know you like to be disciplined, Harry, but I don't want to see you in pain all the time."

"Fair enough," said Harry, surprised that Severus had agreed to do it again at all. "The Room's amazing, isn't it?" Harry mused, remembering the facsimile of the Gryffindor dorm and his friends, the classrooms, right down to Malfoy sabotaging his cauldron, as he used to do years ago.

"Not as amazing as you," said Severus. "I never knew you wanted to wear girls' clothes, Harry."

"I wasn't sure how you'd take it, but you quite liked me in a skirt, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes," Severus agreed, flushing. "You will definitely have to wear one more often. Silks and frills, lace and satin next time I think."

"Yes, Master. Whatever pleases you."

Severus kissed him deeply. "You please me, Harry."

"Or maybe we can get you into a skirt?" Harry grinned at his husband.

"Me? I think not."

"What, not even a kilt?"

"A kilt? Hmm, that might have possibilities, brat."

"Your brat." Harry sighed and snuggled close, content here in his husband's arms.

It was the best birthday he’d ever had.


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