snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays, @ 2007-11-15 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, post-dh: ewe, rated: nc-17 |
Yule Gifts (2/2), for gingertart50
Title:Yule Gifts (2/2)
Author: lilyseyes
Giftee: gingertart50
Word Count: 11,000ish
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from this amateur work.
Highlight for Warnings: *First time, Virgin!Harry, fellatio, rimming*
Betas: The absolute best! Really!
Summary The approaching holidays have Harry pondering the turns his life has taken four years after defeating Voldemort and a desire to start his own traditions.
Go back to Part One
Harry awoke slowly, awareness filtering back in increments – his head ached fiercely, his chest felt like it was on fire and his limbs were leaden weights. For a moment, he felt like he had been sent back in time to when the Dementors had made him fall off his broom high above the Quidditch pitch. He’d been sick and someone had taken care of him. Not Kreacher – the hands were bigger, gentler – Snape? A wave of sadness hit him. No, not Snape, Harry had done something stupid, he couldn’t remember what. Harry tried to think, but that hurt his head and he knew there was something he had to remember…
“Teddy!”
His voice came out as a harsh croak, but Harry forgot about his pain, struggling to get free of the bed covers. Firm hands restrained him, pushing him back down onto the pillows even as he struggled weakly.
“Young Ted is fine and at this moment sound asleep in his bed,” a dry voice told him as a vial was pressed to his lips. “Drink this, it will help.”
Obediently, Harry drank, making a face at the nasty taste of a familiar pain-relieving potion. It had been one of Madam Pomfrey’s favorites whenever Harry had been in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. His level of pain diminished almost immediately and Harry was able to open his eyes. The figure looming over him was backlit by a softly glowing torch and Harry squinted to make out who it was. The breath caught in his throat when he recognized the angular face.
“Prof--Professor Snape,” he rasped out, struggling again to sit up. “I’m so…sorry, sir, I didn’t…”
A finger across his lips silenced his stammering, a firm hand on his shoulder kept him still as Harry looked into the dark eyes that were suddenly very close.
“I regret that I was unaware of the secondary use for the potion you needed, Harry,” the deep voice told him quietly. “I should have realized that you would be the last person to want it for some nefarious purpose. I…apologize for the misunderstanding.”
Harry gaped at him, searching the face with squinty eyes to see if he was being mocked, but Snape’s face seemed surprisingly open to his scrutiny. Nodding jerkily, Harry swallowed hard against the lump that seemed to have formed in his throat. A goblet of cool water was pressed against his lips and he drank greedily. His face felt hot even as the rest of him felt chilled, his eyelids were so heavy and Harry struggled to keep them open as the goblet was taken away.
“Why are you here, Professor?” he managed to say thickly.
“Severus, please,” Fingers pushed the fringe off his forehead. “I attempted to contact you, to let you know I had completed the potion for young Ted. When you didn’t answer, I brought it here.”
Harry tried to snort, but he was so congested it just made him cough. “You mean you stormed over to find out why I hadn’t answered your owl!”
The corner of Snape’s mouth twitched and Harry gave a laugh that turned into a painful rattle in his chest. A large hand cupped the back of his head and helped him raise his head up enough to taken another, more pleasant-tasting potion. The Headmaster lowered Harry’s head, tucking the blankets around him awkwardly and Harry knew he was getting ready to leave. Lifting a hand, Harry caught the older man’s arm and tugged it weakly.
“No!” Harry croaked out. “Please, don’t go…”
Severus Snape leaned over him again, those eyes carefully studying Harry’s face. Harry tried not to breathe, tried not to let on that his chest was burning or how achy he felt, but just tried to project how badly he wanted the older man to stay. With a barely discernable nod, Severus straightened and Harry allowed his eyes to close as he felt the bed dip. For once, Harry felt truly safe as he slid deep into sleep.
Harry woke slowly, cocooned in warmth as very different fingers than those he had been dreaming of traced the lines on the palm of his hand. Curling his fingers, Harry captured the small hand as he opened his eyes. Teddy was sitting on the bed next to him with Harry’s hand around one of his, and the other over his mouth smothering a giggle. Harry managed to smile back, his body still aching, but his chest felt better and it was easier to breathe. Opening his mouth to speak, Harry was amused when his godson leaned closer, pressing a small finger to his lips as Severus had done before.
“Shhh,” Teddy admonished in a loud whisper. “Mr. Snape is still sleeping.”
Harry could feel the body pressed against his back forming a major part of the warm and safe feeling he’d awoken with. “Then we should be still until he wakes up, shouldn't we?”
“Yes.” Teddy nodded his head emphatically. “Mr. Snape brought me my potion, Harry, and I can sit stiller now! I even colored yesterday and stayed in the lines!”
Severus had brewed the potion for Teddy, Harry thought as a warm feeling washed through him. He wasn’t sure how the Potions master had learned the true reason he needed the potion, but Harry was thankful that he had taken the time to brew it. Another old perception of his sardonic former teacher crumpled into dust as Teddy continued to whisper animatedly about his Mister Snape.
“Mr. Snape could use a strong cup of tea,” a sleep-husky voice from behind him interjected dryly.
Teddy jumped off the bed. “I’ll tell Kreacher!”
Cautiously, Harry leaned back against the slender form behind him. A hand settled heavily on his hip, not pushing him away, but not drawing his closer, either.
“I am not one to be used as an experiment for you to determine your sexual preference, Harry.”
Reaching down, Harry drew the hand forward to encircle his waist and pressed closer to Severus for a long moment. The last thing he wanted was to do something stupid and damage their already fragile friendship. Harry closed his eyes, simply enjoying the luxury of being held.
“It feels nice here with you,” Harry told him quietly. “I’ve never lain in bed with anyone before, nor have I ever ‘experimented’.”
The hand at his waist shifted and rolled Harry onto his back. Warm lips settled over his, nipping and teasing, sending a jolts of sensation straight to his cock as they moved over his lips, nipping and teasing. Ginny had never been able to stir his body with just a kiss, or coax this level of response from him even when she had wormed her hand in his pants to wrap around him and squeeze. The thought of Severus' slender fingers wrapped around his prick made his erection throb, and he whimpered as the older man pulled away. Severus’ face was flushed as he studied Harry with a satisfied smirk.
“If you decide you have a proclivity towards men, I would not be opposed to introducing you to the delights of the flesh.” Dark eyes swept over his face. “You have but to say the word, Harry.”
Bemused, Harry nodded and lifted his fingers to his lip. “I think I would like that, Severus.”
Teddy burst back into the room just as Kreacher appeared with a heavy tray and announced breakfast, leaving Harry to his thoughts as the room dissolved into a whirlwind of commotion.