Secret Snarry Swap: Christmas Surprises Title: Christmas Surprises Author:deirdre_aithne Gift Recipient:eriador117 Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 5,192 words Content/Warnings: (highlight for spoilers) *Bad drunken flirting, complete with a few awkward Freudian slips. Wall!sex, frottage, some very faint D/s-y suggestions, crossdressing, romance, and a tooth-rotting level of fluff.* Summary/Prompt: Harry usually spends Christmas time with the Weasleys, and for the past few years, Severus has done the same, for him. This year, however, Severus has other plans... A/N: So very much love and adoration (as well as an endless supply of e-cookies decorated with inappropriate Snarry images) to the mods, for their endless patience and assistance with all my fail. You two are amazing and all of us Snarry lovers are very lucky to have such dedicated and understanding people at the helm. ♥ Many thanks to vlorahp for the swift beta job – you're a dear and I appreciate it so much! Any remaining mistakes are obviously my own!
Christmas Surprises
"You know what you are, Potter?"
'Sweet Merlin, give me patience,' Harry thought to himself. He kept his back to Malfoy while he poured himself some punch, hoping that Malfoy would take the hint and bugger off. When he turned again, however, he was still there, wine glass clutched a little less elegantly in his hand than he probably thought it was as he leaned a hip against the edge of the drinks table and not-so-subtly leered at Harry over the rim of his glass. Malfoy was giving him an expectant look, and Harry gave a sigh as he rolled his eyes. "No, Malfoy, please tell me, what am I?"
Malfoy smirked, although it came out slightly lopsided as he took a step forward and poked a finger of his free hand at the centre of Harry's chest. "You're a prat," he said, pausing a moment and then nodding to himself, as though he had to confirm that he'd said it right. Then, his hand smoothed over Harry's chest for a brief second before Harry took a step back. "And you know who else's a prat? That bloke you run around with..." His expression scrunched a bit, and Malfoy took another long sip from his wine glass.
'As though he needs to get any more drunk.'
Snapping his fingers for a second, Malfoy gave Harry a confused look. "My godfather..."
"Severus?" Harry supplied with an eyebrow arched, and Malfoy nodded vigorously. Shaking his head with another roll of his eyes, he started to turn away while Malfoy was blissfully silent, but then he started up again, his words slurring slightly with the alcohol.
"Old enough to be your father, isn't he? Or mine... Well, maybe not mine. He's a bit too young for that. Father was his mentor, you know?" Malfoy gave Harry a look as though this genuinely should have been news to him before he shook his own head a little and continued, brow furrowing slightly. "But he's as old as your father, isn't he? It's a bit odd, like you want to shag your father..."
"Except Severus neither looks, nor acts anything like him," Harry muttered, although Malfoy didn't seem to hear him as a look of enlightenment flitted across his face.
"It's that Oede-... Oedi-... That complex thing! That you want to shag your father? You've got that, don't you, Potter?"
"Alright, that's enough." Reaching out, Harry snatched the glass out of Malfoy's hands and set it firmly on the tray of a passing house elf. "Malfoy, you're drunk. Very drunk. Go home, or at the very least, leave me alone."
Malfoy frowned, making a last grab for his glass a few moments too late, his fingers grasping at air before he lowered his arm to his side and turned a glare at Harry. "That was my drink, Potter. If you want me, you really only had to ask..." He paused when Harry's eyebrow quirked again, blinking several times rapidly. "That's not right... If you wanted me... my drink... you could've just said so."
"Right, well, as pleasant as this conversation has been," Harry said with an obvious note of annoyance in his tone, "I barely want to talk to you when you're sober, let alone on the piss. So if you'll excuse me-" He made a move to brush past Malfoy, intent on escaping in favour of the crowded ballroom floor, when Malfoy began jabbing him in the chest again with one finger.
"'m not too drunk to lick your arse, Potter," he snapped, and both of them stopped for a moment to stare at each other. Malfoy's eyes went wide, while Harry only blinked once, slowly, behind his glasses before clearing his throat.
"Well, that was enlightening," he murmured, a small shudder of distaste rippling through him. Before he could speak again, a hand settled on Malfoy from behind, long, pale fingers wrapping around his shoulder.
"Freud would have found it a joy to study someone like you, Mr Malfoy," Severus drawled, and if possible, Malfoy's eyes widened a fraction further before Severus' hand slipped from his shoulder. "I would suggest that you return home while you are still capable of doing so without splinching yourself."
He stepped between the two of them and slipped an arm around Harry's waist, his hand settling on the centre of Harry's back. There was the quiet sound of sputtering and then a huff behind Severus' back before Harry caught a glimpse of blond hair flouncing away into the crowd, and he laughed. Tipping his face up to look at Severus, a smile spread across his face and he leaned up to brush his lips against the corner of Severus' mouth.
"Always saving me, aren't you?" he asked, and was rewarded with a low chuckle from Severus.
"If you could keep yourself out of trouble for a moment on your own..." Severus trailed off, leaving the sentence to hang there, the faint note of teasing in his tone making Harry laugh again. Shaking his head, he pressed closer to Severus and wound his arms around him, laying his head against his shoulder for a moment.
"Thought you couldn't get away tonight?" he asked quietly. It had been a disappointment, when the invitation for the Ministry's Yule Ball had come, to hear that Severus had already arranged to be at a conference for the entire week. Unable to justify declining, Harry had resigned himself to attending alone, although he'd voiced his wish that Severus could be free to come with him more than once. There'd been no indication from Severus that he might somehow escape his conference to come.
"I managed to rearrange a few of my lectures at the last minute." Severus paused, and then pulled back, keeping his hand at the base of Harry's spine as he gently led him away from the refreshments table and towards the ballroom to rejoin the crowded party properly. "I also changed my room at the hotel to accommodate a second person... if you wish to come with me for the remainder of the weekend?"
Harry stopped to look at Severus a moment. "You want me to come back to Canada with you?" he asked, and Severus inclined his head in answer.
"I had thought we might even stay through the holiday, if you like..."
Hesitating, he pulled his lower lip between his teeth without realising until Severus' thumb brushed along his lower lip to free it. He'd spent every Christmas with the Weasleys since the war, and although five years really wasn't all that long, in the scheme of things, it had created enough of a habit for him to feel like it was tradition, now. For the past three years, Severus had gone along with him, despite his distaste for the loud, bustling feel of the Burrow at the holidays, all for Harry. And in doing so, they had never taken the time to make their own holiday traditions together. With a nod, then, Harry pressed himself closer to Severus' side, a slow smile pulling at his lips as he tipped his head against Severus' shoulder and allowed him to usher him the rest of the way into the ballroom. "I think I'd like that."
It was just past two in the morning in England when the Portkey dropped them in the middle of Severus' hotel room in Canada. The gleam of lights below shone on the windows, faint glimmers off to one side as Severus backed Harry against the nearest wall and sealed their lips together in a hard kiss. Harry sagged between him and the wall with a low moan, the rich taste of wine and Severus mingling on his tongue, and he moved his hands after a moment, tangling one in the front of Severus' robes while the other reached around to fist in the long strands of his hair. He echoed the sound as Severus moaned against his lips and arched himself forward into him to feel the length of Severus' body against his own. In response, Severus leaned further into him, pinning Harry against the hard wall with his body.
"Severus," Harry breathed as they broke apart, dropping his head back and arching his neck at once. Severus dipped his head and Harry felt lips moving against his neck, pulling a low, almost mewling sound form his throat. His hips bucked up and his cock ground against Severus' through their clothes, the sound of their groans mingling together as Severus returned the movement, and Harry joined him, rocking together to grind against each other.
Arching his neck further when Severus nipped at his skin, Harry let out another low moan and moved his hands to trail them down along Severus' side. "O-overdressed," he murmured, and Severus hummed in agreement. "Why don't we fix that?" His lips quirking with a smile, Harry's hands slipped between them to pull open the buttons of Severus' robes one by one, drawing the process out while Severus very nearly tore his own robes open in the haste to get to his skin. They separated long enough to both shrug out of their robes, leaving them pooled on the floor around their feet as they melded their bodies together once more.
One of Severus' hands worked itself beneath Harry's shirt, stroking long fingers up along the length of his spine while he pushed the fabric up, and Harry's hands immediately dropped down to the fastenings of Severus' trousers. He tore them open quickly and pressed his hand inside, cupping the bulge of Severus' cock against his palm through the fabric of his pants. The low growl it pulled from Severus' throat sent a shiver rippling through him and Harry squeezed him through the thin material, feeling his cock twitch against his hand.
"Bloody tease," Severus hissed as he pulled back. He began pulling off the remainder of his own clothes, and Harry quickly followed suit, leaning himself back against the wall when he was finished and laughing breathlessly as Severus pinned him in place once more with another growl.
"Hardly teasing, love," he murmured, leaning in as though to kiss him before moving his face to bring his lips beside Severus' ear. "I have every intention of following through, you know." He started to reach for Severus' cock again, but Severus stopped him, catching his wrist in a firm grasp and then guiding both of his arms up above his head to pin them in place against the wall with one hand. Severus' hips pressed forward at the same time, the length of their cocks pressing together as he ground against him, and Harry's head dropped back against the wall with a loud groan. "Fuck..."
Severus let out a low chuckle and continued rocking against him until Harry's hips began to buck up to meet the movements, writhing against him. After a moment, Harry lifted one leg to hook it around Severus' waist in an effort to bring himself closer, and Severus' free hand dropped to his hip, trailing along his thigh towards his knee to rest there and help hold his leg up, their movements taking on an almost desperate edge as their moans and pants for breath mingled together, Severus' face only inches from Harry's as they moved. With a keening sort of sound, Harry strained forward to capture his lips and moaned as Severus leaned further into him, his tongue tracing along his lower lip until he opened for him.
Harry began to tremble as they kissed, Severus' tongue sliding against his own while his cock ground against him, and as they broke apart, he managed a breathless, "Please!"
With a low chuckle, Severus' hand near his knee slid back down along his thigh, squeezing his arse briefly as he reached around, and after a murmured spell against his jaw, Harry felt slick fingers sliding between his cheeks. One long finger pressed against and then began tracing slow circles around his hole while Severus worked his mouth along the curve of his neck, and Harry's trembling increased slightly. He tugged at his hands to reach for Severus, whining softly when Severus' hand on his wrists held firm. Pressing his hips up, he made a soft sound as Severus finally pressed his finger into him, following it with a second just a few seconds later as Harry rocked back onto the digits.
"Severus, I swear-" Harry started and broke off with a moan when Severus' fingers curled inside him and found his prostate, his whole body jerking and his eyes falling closed. Severus chuckled low in his ear and repeated the movement, rubbing his fingers against that spot until Harry's knees felt weak and he very nearly came right then, letting out a whine of protest when Severus withdrew his fingers. "Please..."
"Wrap your legs around me," Severus instructed, the breathless note of his voice going straight to Harry's cock as he complied, relying on Severus to keep him up as he wrapped both legs around his waist. The moment he did, he felt Severus' weight lean against him to keep him pressed hard against the wall, and the slick head of his cock slid into his crease, rubbing between his cheeks before it nestled against his hole. Without waiting for Severus to move on his own, or instruct him to, Harry canted his hips down and began to sink himself down on Severus' cock as best he could, shuddering and groaning as Severus snapped his hips at the same time to fill him completely with one hard thrust.
They both stilled for a brief moment while Harry adjusted to the feeling, and then he gave one small rock of his hips and then another, keening as Severus began to move with him. Severus' head dipped to press his face into his neck, and Harry's legs tightened around his waist, the sound of their mingled moans and heavy breathing filling his ears as they moved together, his muscles rippling around Severus with every thrust as the head of his cock grazed across his prostate. His hands flexed, and Severus' grip on his wrists tightened, pulling a ragged groan from Harry's lips as he sagged in his hold.
"P-please... Sir... I-I need to..."
"Come for me," Severus ordered against Harry's neck, and almost on command, Harry did, his back bowing and a strangled cry ripping from his throat as he spilled himself between them. He hardly heard Severus' answering growl over his own scream, and then Severus began moving hard and fast inside him for a long moment, taking his own pleasure from Harry's trembling body until he stilled and let out a muffled cry of completion against his neck. Harry's legs tightened around him briefly before every muscle in him seemed to go slack and he melted against the wall with a soft sound.
He vaguely registered the ripple of a cleaning charm washing over his skin as Severus withdrew from his body, and before he could try to move himself, he had scooped him up in his arms. Burrowing against Severus' chest, Harry let his eyes drift closed with a quiet hum of contentment, and his arms hooked around his neck just before Severus bent to lay him on the bed. When he refused to let go for him to straighten, Severus chuckled and complied with the unspoken request, climbing right over Harry to lie against him, surrounding him with his body and his warmth as Harry sighed, his lips twisting with a smile while his eyes remained closed.
"Goodnight, Severus."
There was a light brush of Severus' lips against his own, and then he felt Severus' head settle against his shoulder and one of his arms move until the duvets were pulled up around them both, enveloping them in warmth. Snuggling himself down further into the feeling, Harry took a deep breath and let it out with another quiet sigh as he began to drift off to sleep to the sound of Severus murmuring softly in his ear.
"Goodnight, Harry."
Harry woke to sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling window to one side of the bed, and he rolled over towards it as he cracked his eyes open, his breath hitching at the view outside. Bringing an arm up to shield his eyes from some of the sunlight, he looked out at the water tumbling over the Falls, glistening in the light.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" Severus murmured in his ear, and Harry leaned back against him when he felt his arm drape around his waist. "I thought you might appreciate the view." Harry nodded, moving his arm from over his eyes as he shuffled around to face Severus, pressing against his chest and leaning in to nuzzle into his neck, humming contentedly when Severus kissed the top of his head.
"It's beautiful... Thank you for bringing me back with you." He felt Severus smile against his hair and began to burrow closer until Severus moved to pull back.
"You're welcome. Although sadly, I do actually have a lecture to give this morning," Severus said. Sitting up, he stretched before looking at Harry again, shaking his head with a low chuckle when Harry half-pouted at him. "And as much as I would like to spend the entirety of the day lazing about in bed with you, I really must take care of it."
Leaning over, Severus brushed their lips together before he climbed out of the bed and began to dress, and Harry stretched out in the middle of the bed, pulling the duvets up again to wrap himself in warmth. "Perhaps you should go out for a while, this afternoon?" Severus suggested as he pulled his trousers up. "Tomorrow night is the last of the conference, and then I would rather like to keep the two days prior to Christmas Eve for us, as I have some... plans for those days."
"Plans?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow at the expression on Severus' face. It wasn't the wicked sort of look when he was planning to torture him in bed, but something softer, and Harry wasn't certain he'd ever really seen him with that look before. "What sort of plans?"
"That is a surprise," Severus answered quickly. He shook his head and pulled his robes on, fingers flying along the buttons as he fastened them up to the collar. "If you wish to do any sort of holiday shopping, though, I would suggest that you do it now. I can assure you, you will not have the time after tomorrow."
Harry hummed. "I really hadn't shopped for you, yet, so I should probably take care of that, at least. Everything for the Weasleys and Hermione is already wrapped and tucked away at home, though."
"Yes, I'm aware. I recall having to sit there and help you wrap it all," Severus stated in a wry tone, and Harry laughed.
"Oh, hush, you enjoy wrapping presents. If only because you can try to make them as hard to open as possible."
One corner of Severus' mouth twitched at that, and Harry grinned wide as he shuffled up onto his knees on the bed and moved to the edge, reaching for him. Severus stepped closer, and he leaned up to press their lips together in a light kiss, lingering there for a moment before he sat back on his heels and smiled at him. "Go on and do your thing, love. I can manage myself for the day. Do a bit of sightseeing and shopping, all that touristy rubbish."
The remainder of the day passed in a blur of crowded streets and the sound of water rushing down over the Falls as Harry explored the streets. He'd taken a tour of the Falls, first, before setting out to explore the various gift shops and other tourist traps, and then moving further into the city for an afternoon of window shopping. A few times, he ventured into a shop to handle a few things in search of a gift for Severus, only to leave with a shake of his head. It wasn't until he made it back to the hotel, with his feet aching and head pounding from the noisy crowds, that he thought to find the Wizarding part of Niagara Falls to search. Settling into their room, he'd fallen asleep before Severus had returned from his conference, and woke in the morning just as he was climbing out of bed to leave again.
He delayed him long enough to dress himself to follow Severus into their part of the city before they separated with a brief kiss, and Harry set himself off into the crowd of witches and wizards to browse the shops. If possible, the Wizarding part of the city was even more crowded than the Muggle, and Harry's head began pounding again rather quickly as he went, though he ignored it as a wicked smile pulled at his lips when one shop caught his eye. While it certainly wouldn't do for a Christmas gift, the clothing in the window displays gave Harry an idea for the perfect way to begin their private holiday, and he pushed his way into the shop.
When he'd finally left it again after the better part of an hour, his face was flushed and a nervous sort of anticipation thrummed through his body as he walked out into the streets again. He'd taken care to Transfigure the bag into something plain and unmarked, but in his nerves, he still felt as though every pair of eyes that flitted over him could see straight through to the clothes tucked inside, wrapped neatly in brightly coloured tissue paper. Swallowing, Harry clutched the bag tighter in his hand, doing his best to be sure not even a peek of the paper was visible as he went, stopping at several more shops to look around before he managed to find what he was searching for.
The shop was tucked away at the far end of the street, a narrow building, squashed between a Quidditch supplies shop and another place selling magical treats. Its sign hung a bit lopsided, and the windows were a little dusty, but as he stepped inside, it was warm, and the elderly witch behind the counter smiled at him, moving to help him before he gave a polite shake of his head.
"Just looking for now," he told her, and she'd nodded and left him to it, taking a seat behind the counter again. Harry's lips quirked with a smile as he saw her reach for a bit of yarn beneath the counter before he made his way further into the shop to examine the items on the shelves. A collection of gifts filled each one, every item crafted by hand and no two exactly alike. There didn't seem to be any sort of organisation to the way the shelves were arranged, but after a moment, Harry found a small section with an assortment of brooches and pins that caught his eye, and he paused.
A glimmer of emerald drew his attention as he looked them over, and as he picked up the brooch to turn it over in his hand, he felt the heavy weight of cool silver in his hand before the item began to move. The serpent blinked, a thin sheen of silver closing over its peridot crystal eye, muddling the colour briefly without disguising it entirely, and its tongue flicked out of its mouth as it squirmed against Harry's palm. The length of its body was silver, with each scale accented with emerald as it writhed around itself, the coils of its body shifting and sliding as it traced a winding path, the head of the snake following the tail so it unravelled and then wound itself right back into its initial tangled state.
"I know another Snake who would like you very much," Harry hissed to it, and the snake's tongue flicked again as though in approval.
Harry made his purchase and neatly tucked the brooch away at the bottom of his other bag before he returned to the hotel. He wrapped the small box it came in himself and hid it in one of the drawers of the bedside table on his side, adding a few charms to ensure Severus wouldn't stumble upon it, and then turned his attention to his other purchases. The mess of tissue paper was littered on the bedding from unwrapping each piece, and he looked over the outfit he'd pieced together with another thrill of anticipation.
Silk knickers and matching bra, nylons that rolled up just past his knees, and a skirt that would just barely cover his arse, every piece of it black with accents of silver. His tongue slicked across his lips as he imagined what Severus' reaction would be to seeing it all on him before he quickly began stripping out of his clothes to change. He shivered with delight as his cock began to harden and strain against the fabric of his knickers, and climbed up into the centre of the bed to stretch himself out on top of the duvets, flicking on the television while he waited for Severus to come back.
The morning before Christmas Eve, Harry woke to an empty bed and frowned. His hand closed around a piece of parchment as he fumbled on Severus' side in search of his warmth, and he sat upright, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his other hand before he looked down at the note. Harry's brow furrowed as he read it over, doing so twice to reassure himself that he had not misread it the first time.
'There was a last-minute errand I had to attend to this morning, but have arranged something for us to do together once you've woken.
I left something for you to wear in the bathroom. Please shower and dress, and make your way downstairs. I have arranged for a car to bring you to me, to ensure you do not get lost along the way...
I'll be waiting.'
Curious, Harry poked his head into the bathroom and his brow furrowed when he found a suit hanging there for him. Stepping into the room, he pulled it down and ran a hand over the dark jacket first, then the maroon kerchief folded neatly in the pocket, rubbing his fingers over the silk. A soft chuckle rumbled in his throat as he noticed the Slytherin-green tie that accompanied the suit, and he shook his head.
"What are you up to, Severus?" Harry asked aloud as he carefully hung the suit back up, and then stripped quickly out of his pyjamas.
His shower was quick, his curiosity getting the better of him as he wondered just what it was that Severus had planned for them for the day. Once he'd dressed, Harry paused to examine himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, his eyes widening a fraction as his gaze moved down over his reflection. The black suit fit him perfectly, and the kerchief and tie added small pops of colour that drew the eye up to his face. Taking a moment to arrange his hair as neatly as possible, he gave a small nod of satisfaction.
Harry tucked the room key into a pocket before he left and made his way to the elevator, riding down to the lobby floor. He stopped in his tracks only feet from the door, however, when he saw what was waiting for him outside. A Muggle man in a plain suit stood, holding a sign with his name on it as he leaned back against the side of a long black car.
'A bloody limousine,' Harry thought to himself as he shook his head and stepped outside towards the man. 'This is a bit more flashy than a car, Severus.'
Harry gazed out the window as the limousine drove him through the streets, his hand curled around a single glass of champagne while he tried to sort out where he was being taken by the buildings they passed. He hadn't done enough exploring to recognise the majority of them, however, and after several minutes, had to content himself with sipping slowly at his drink and wondering. When the limousine finally came to a stop, his brow furrowed and he set his half-empty glass aside while the driver came around to open the door for him.
"A church?" he murmured aloud, and the driver silently waved him towards the doors. Casting him a curious look, Harry hesitated for a brief moment and then began to walk up the stairs towards the church doors, his heart beginning to hammer faster in his chest with every step. He paused with his hands on the handles of the doors, taking a deep breath as his body suddenly felt alive with nerves, and closed his eyes as he pulled the doors open.
He could hear the murmur of voices, low and soft, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a small entryway ahead of him, with another set of doors ahead that he assumed would open into the chapel. As he stepped further inside, the large doors swung shut behind him, and he stood there in the entryway for a long moment, uncertain what he ought to do. Finally, he shuffled forward and gently tugged open one of the chapel doors to peek inside, his breath hitching in his throat.
The Weasleys were all inside, along with a handful of his closest friends.
Quickly closing the door again, Harry let his hand linger on the handle while he struggled to understand, until a familiar hand settled on his shoulder from behind.
"What's going on, Severus?" he asked softly, leaning back into the touch and then twisting enough to look up at Severus, his heart pounding in his ears almost loud enough to drown out Severus' voice when he answered.
"I realise that I never formally proposed, but given our discussions over the past several months, I thought it safe to assume..." A faint look of uncertainty flickered across Severus' face. "If you are not prepared-"
"You planned our wedding?" Harry asked softly. There was a hesitation, and then Severus nodded, and he made a soft sound as he quickly pressed himself against Severus' chest, winding his arms around his neck to cling to him. "By yourself?" he murmured against Severus' neck in a tone of amazement.
Severus snorted softly. "I would hardly trust anyone else with such an important task."
Looking up at him, Harry smiled brightly at that and moved a hand into Severus' hair, tugging him down for a kiss. "Thank you," he whispered against Severus' lips, and smiled as Severus' arms wrapped tightly around his waist. They lingered like that for a long moment before Harry stepped back and took Severus' hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.
Severus squeezed Harry's hand lightly before both of them reached for the chapel doors with their free hands.
"Together?" Harry asked softly, and Severus gave a small nod.