Happy Daft Day, thebrandytook! Recipient:thebrandytook Title: Figurine of Doom Author:draconic_girl Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~ 3650 Highlight for Warnings: * Mild bondage* Prompt/Summary: "I'd like to see something that's either set in winter and/or features an interesting exchange of gifts. Either established (but not too comfortable) relationship or first time. Snarky, dominant Snape and a Harry that challenges him." Things (kinks) you would like included in your gift: Plot, in-character and intelligent Snape, bratty Harry, top Snape, tension between the characters, mild bondage Beta-reader: And a huge thank you to my beta-reader: gin_tonic Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended Author's Note: I think I managed to include almost everything from your scenario/kink-list. I hope you like it...
New Year’s Eve – Malfoy Manor
“Happy New Year!” The shouts echoed in the snow covered garden as the fireworks lit up the sky. Malfoy Manor looked alight and lively in the shine of the fireworks. Lucius and Narcissa stood close together on the balcony, and watched how their son and his friends fooled around in the garden, dancing and occasionally throwing some snow at each other. Who would have thought that only five years after the final battle the Malfoys would be celebrating New Year with the Chosen One himself? Or that Gryffindors and Slytherins would be capable of being in the same room without hexing each other? Well, occasional hexes occurred, but there were usually no malicious intents involved.
Lucius kissed Narcissa lightly on the lips.
“Happy New Year, Cissa,” he said and he really meant it. It was a new year of freedom and he was thankful his family had survived the war.
“Happy New Year, Lucius,” Narcissa replied, her eyes shining with happiness. She’d come to value the time spent together as a family more than ever. “Let’s go inside and let the youngsters continue their party.”
Down in the garden Draco and Harry were talking. Neville looked on worriedly he smelt trouble brewing. Surely this wasn’t how Draco planned on handling their bet? But Neville was distracted by Blaise, who was eagerly sneaking his hands inside Neville’s pants. Neville couldn’t contain a moan when he felt Blaise touch his cock. He wrapped his arms around Blaise and Apparated them away, thinking that this year was definitely looking up for him. The last bit he caught of his friends discussion both intrigued and worried him. The glare Draco sent in his direction would have worried him even more, had he seen it.
“Seriously, Harry. If you want him you should do something about it.”
“Like what?”
“Well something to declare your intentions to him, I mean it’s not like you have told him how you feel about him, have you?”
Harry had been silent, but then he’d replied with the familiar Gryffindor stubbornness. “As my New Year’s resolution I swear to...”
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Severus’ Study – January 9th
Severus entered his study with long striding steps, his robes billowed in near legendary fashion, and a customary sneer was upon his face. Suddenly he halted mid-stride, staring at his desk. He blinked, once, twice. Surely he must be hallucinating. But no, the thing did not disappear. There was a pink box on his desk a brightly pink box on Professor Snape’s desk. At this point he was questioning his sanity. Well, not really, he was questioning the sanity of the person who had left the box on his desk. Surely that person had to be insane if they thought they would get away with this.
After a moment’s thought, he flicked his wand towards the box. The answer was negative, no malicious hexes or curses found. Then he tried another charm, not really expecting an answer, for surely whoever had sent it would have taken steps to insure they wouldn’t be found out. This time he was more than surprised when he saw whose image appeared hovering over the box. It was no other than the Chosen One himself.
Angrily he tore the box open, hexing away the excess papers. Finally he was left with a small figurine in his hand. A figurine…Two black haired men, wrapped in an embrace. One of them wearing an all too familiar glare and the other one, the green-eyed man wore a soppy grin. The figurine was very detailed, and Severus quickly gathered that it showed him locked in an embrace with Harry. No - Potter.
What on earth was the brat up to now? Surely this had to be some kind of a scheme? Severus Snape, spy extraordinaire, decided to get to the bottom of this affair.
He checked the time. It was a Friday and Potter would probably be spending it with Longbottom at their favourite pub. Information which Severus only knew because he had spent years spying - certainly it had nothing to do with the fact that he was starting to miss the infuriating brat. And even the times when he’d forced Severus to get out from his office, to socialise. Or rather to, what Severus liked to call it, traumatising Longbottom and Potter’s peers, quite simply by appearing at the place.
Damn it! Did he think he was Dumbledore the second or something? A meddling master in making?
He scowled at the mirror; he would certainly not do anything to encourage the boy. Ah, blast! He could scarcely go around calling him a boy, what with the direction in which those thoughts were heading. But then again, Ha- Potter would always be a boy to him, or rather a brat. Giving the mirror one last scowl, he went and grabbed his outer robes. And with a determined look on his face he walked out, intending to find out what the brat was up to. He Disapparated with a crack.
Outside the pub he cast a mild disillusionment spell on himself, and then headed into the pub. He knew a perfect place from which to observe.
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Pub – Jan 9th continued
”You really sent it to him?!” Neville said incredulously. Harry nodded faintly in response. “Wow, Harry you really are brave,” here Neville paused thoughtfully before adding, “or recklessly stupid.” He then flashed Harry a blinding smile and lifted his pint in toast for Harry. “Cheers mate! We Gryffs have to stick together. And for that matter, I better keep you company while you’re still among the living.” He set the pint down, and looked at his paling friend.
“Oh, no...He wouldn’t...would he?” Harry stuttered out, before glaring at Neville. “Thanks a lot for the encouraging words, Nev. You really brightened my day.” The sarcasm was apparent in his voice.
Neville looked a bit worried at that. “What’s wrong? You don’t you usually snap at me when I am teasing you.”
“Life,” Harry sighed tiredly. “I don’t know. I just don’t have a passion for what I am doing anymore. Every day is alike, only the names of the people I am supposed to capture change. The only time I have felt remotely alive was when I worked with Snape on that special assignment.”
“Hey, stop it. You were bitching about your life and job being boring. You don’t have to bring in Snape into every conversation. Who knows, maybe I will start thinking that you have become ‘slightly’ obsessed with the man... Like during 6th year when you were totally obsessed about that Half-Blood-Prince and even Draco Malfoy.” Neville grimaced when he thought of his former tormentor.
“Uhm, Neville. You do know that Snape is the Half-Blood-Prince, don’t you?”
“What? Fucking unbelievable! You have held a torch for him through all these years and I never caught on to it. You haven’t left him behind...”
“It’s none of your business! Why should I leave him behind? I happen to care for him,” Harry fumed.
In the corner Snape and listened intently to the conversation unfolding before him.
“Calm down, Harry,” Neville said soothingly.
“Okay, just no talk about the Half Blood Prince anymore. It’s a private matter that does not concern you,” Harry said giving Neville a steely look.
“Fine, but I still think you are prone to unhealthy obsession.” Harry opened his mouth to protest. “No, don’t interrupt me. I have few things I need to tell you and you better pay attention. First, you got to leave the past behind you and stop worrying about what everyone thinks of you. Fine, you don’t like your job anymore. Take a sabbatical or leave for good if you really do feel like it’s something you don’t want to do anymore. And lastly, talk with him.” Neville said pointedly.
“But how...?” Harry said miserably.
“What about right now, in here,” Neville replied.
“What?” Harry exclaimed. “Where?”
“He is sitting in the corner right over there,” Neville said and pointed into Snape’s direction. He covered his amusement when he saw how the two dark haired men froze at this revelation. He decided to continue speaking, feeling like he deserved to tease them both for once. “In fact, I swear he must have listened in our entire conversation, haven’t you Professor Snape?”
Snape walked over to their table, letting the mild Disillusionment Charm fade away. “It’s not my fault if you are unable to cast a simple silencing bubble if you desire you conversation to remain private.”
“What would be the point of that? I am sure you would know how to dismantle it and listen in anyway,” Harry said. Then he turned to Neville, “How on earth did you know he was there?”
“Umm...” Suddenly the confident Neville was replaced by a stuttering and blushing Neville. “I could feel it,” he muttered. “The gaze; it felt as if I was back in potions class. In fact now I am losing my cool, just like I did then.”
“Salazar, I really made that much of an impact on you,” Severus said, sounding rather stunned.
There was an awkward silence before Neville spoke again. “I’d better leave. I have a feeling you two still have much to discuss.”
The silence continued until Severus couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Severus muttered and plopped down on the chair facing Harry. “Now talk.”
“Why should I start?” Harry said tetchily. “Unfair.”
“Life’s unfair; surely you have noticed that by now.”
“Bloody Hell,” Harry sighed. “I realised that a long time ago.”
“Indeed,” Severus said raising an eyebrow in question. “Now I think you owe me an explanation.”
“I don’t owe you anything,” Harry said petulantly, but realised he was fighting a losing battle. “Oh, right. I...I kept your potions book because at times it felt like it was my only friend. I could never let it go. I could never,” here Harry hesitated for a moment, wondering if he really should tell all of it to Severus. But then he decided he had nothing to lose by revealing all the facts, “let you go. I still have nightmares of that day,” Harry’s eyes zoned out in remembrance. “You were so pale. And your chest didn’t move. The flood of memories haunts me still. That’s why I kept the book. To remind myself that you were still alive. I didn’t want to lose my last connection to you.
“And when we worked on that assignment together I felt something change. It felt as if I was finally able to breathe again. Like something inside me was unlocked. I was able to see the vivid colours in my surroundings; I was no longer sailing in a grey mass. And when I realised my time with you was soon coming to an end I felt hopeless. What if I lost this new sense of awareness? What if I you didn’t want me around? How could I keep meeting you?
“Then I saw this picture in a book, which I was browsing at Malfoy Manor, which reminded me of you. It also made me think of how I felt for you. How desperately I wanted you to see just how deeply I care for you. And have cared for so long without daring to express it. Finally on New Year’s Eve, Draco talked me into at least trying to approach you. In fact he made me swear a vow. Told me I had little chance of winning you over if I never even made you aware of how I felt about you. So I decided to gift you with a figurine of us.”
“There is no us,” Severus said, giving Harry a brisk glare.
“I know,” Harry said softly. “But I’d like there to be.”
“You don’t know me,” Severus said wearily.
“But I’d like to...and I do know a lot of things about you. And you, you know many things about me that no one else does. Please, won’t you at least give me a chance to prove I am serious about this,” Harry said and gave Severus a pleading look.
“Why? So I could be laughed at by the media?” Severus said bitterly, knowing all too well how the public would react to him interacting with the Chosen One. Potter looked utterly crushed by his words. “But I suppose we could work something out,” Severus found himself saying. “And where on earth did you find that figurine? It’s a stunning replica of...us.” He said feeling somewhat self-conscious uttering the words.
“I made it,” Harry muttered sheepishly.
“All by yourself?” Severus raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, well... Lucius helped me with the spell...All I needed to get a hair sample from us both, which we then used to create them with. He thought I was mad,” Harry chuckled, “attempting to woo you. And he told me that he hoped I knew what I was doing.” Harry smiled. “I never knew you had made that much of an impression on the high and mighty Malfoy himself. “ Severus anger at Lucius cooled down when he realised it was a sign of deep respect from Lucius part if he thought it was important to warn Harry of him. It also insured him that Harry was serious with his intentions.
He stood up, pulling Harry with him. Determinedly heading for the door - he did not want to continue this in public - he found he had much more pressing needs.
******
Outside the pub Severus turned to Harry. “You are completely sure that this is what you want? I am afraid I will have difficulties letting you go should you find out that you had misjudged your attraction for me.” He paused briefly, before repeating himself quietly, “You better be sure.” There was hope in his dark eyes as he regarded Harry’s posture, the boy seemed serious for once. Like he really wanted him. Ridiculous. But when had his life ever been normal? Meddling masters set aside?
The snow fell thickly down from the sky, small flakes gathering on their heads and clothing, the white made for a stark contrast to the dark. Harry brushed away the snowflakes that already had begun melting, making small wet trails appear on Severus’ face. He closed in on Severus, wrapping his arms around him, looking straight into his eyes, as he spoke softly: “Yes, I am sure.” And then he kissed him, brushing his lips lightly against Severus’ lips, after a moment’s hesitation Severus kissed him back hungrily, taking command of the kiss.
Panting Harry broke off the kiss, “Take me home, Severus.”
Severus did not reply; he only wrapped his arms more tightly around Harry and Apparated them away.
******
Neville gazed out from the window; he turned around as he felt someone approaching. He blinked in surprise as he felt arms wrap around him; Draco did not usually behave this familiar with Neville. But then again, Neville thought he had been behaving strangely towards him ever since the New Year’s Party.
“Did it work?” Draco questioned.
“Most certainly,” Neville said, now smiling, “Never thought you’d be right about this.”
“You wound me.”
“Bah, you’ve won the bet. Quit complaining. Now, what do you want?”
“A date.”
Amused Neville looked at him. “A date with whom?”
“You of course!” Draco said, and proceeded to drag a spluttering Neville out of the pub. He really should have known not to be bet against Draco.
******
Harry blinked dazedly, as he looked around. Severus had Apparated them to what looked to be a bedroom. Severus watched amusedly as Harry tried to figure out where they had ended up.
After a moment Harry decided he shouldn’t waste time on wondering about unimportant details now that he finally had his man. Eagerly he wrapped his arms around Severus kissing him passionately, and he was more than pleased with the way Severus responded.
Severus pushed Harry on to the bed, ripping away the obstacle blocking his access to Harry’s delectable body. Harry tried to return the favour as best he could, but the buttons made his task impossible, and he felt himself melt under Severus’ touches. Wherever Severus revealed a patch of skin, he kissed it. When he’d stripped Harry, he whispered a spell. Red silk ties appeared around Harry’s wrists, tying him to the headboard of the bed.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” Harry replied, watching as Severus moved off of him.
Severus removed the remaining articles of clothing, tossing his robes away, not caring where they landed. He summoned the lube he’d brewed for his annual birthday wank. He then placed it on the bedside table, so he could reach it when time came. But first he intended to make Harry beg for it.
Harry gulped as he saw the predatory look on Sev’s face. He was going to get it now. And damn it if he hadn’t been forced to wait for it way too long.
Severus smirked as he saw the conflicting emotions on Harry’s face, though inwardly he was grinning like a fool. His birthday was definitely looking up, judging by the way Harry’s cock stood up just begging for attention. By Merlin, the boy would be begging by the time Severus deigned to enter him. First he intended to lick his way down to the boy’s entrance and then he’d dip his index finger into the lube and carefully push it inside Harry’s virginal entrance. Then he’d distract him by first licking a trail up the boy’s leaking prick, and when he added a second finger into Harry, he would suck on that delectable penis... Plans, plans, Severus thought distractedly, as he felt his erection throbbing for release.
But now it was time to act. He made sure the boy was properly tied up before he let his hands run up and down the smooth skin, which was lightly covered with dark hairs, trailing down to the throbbing cock.
“Stay still,” he murmured into Harry’s ear. Severus felt him shiver at his words.
Then he proceeded to worship Harry’s delectable body, paying special attention to all spots that made Harry shake with the effort of keeping still. When he pinched Harry’s nipple he thought for sure the boy would spring out from bed, but no he managed to keep still, though his face turned red. Severus liked the colour - it matched the silk ties, and made a stark contrast to the boy’s pale skin and the dark sheets that he was lying on. When Severus travelled lower, he stopped his ministrations for a moment to grab the lube, he could hear a whimpered, “Don’t stop...”
He raised his head to look into Harry’s eyes that were dilated with passion.
“I don’t leave task unfinished, Mr. Potter,” He purred darkly, which caused Harry to groan impatiently. Slowly he let one of his fingers slip into the tight entrance. Harry moaned when Severus bent down to lick his penis. When Severus added a second finger and started sucking on Harry’s cock, there was no end to the moaning and whimpering.
“Please, please, please...”Harry groaned out, barely coherent by now. He wondered what Severus had done to him, preventing him from coming. Had there been a spell? It was all a haze by now. He continued his pleading, “In me now, please...Sev’rus.” His breath hitching when he felt a third finger enter. He wanted the fingers to push in deeper, but more than anything else he wanted the damn man to enter him. And stop teasing him.
Severus finally felt his control wearing down, damn it, he wanted to sink deep into that welcoming hole, but he didn’t want it to end. Ever. But he conceded that it was time; the brat was barely coherent by now and the sound of him begging undid Severus control moment by moment. Perhaps the brat was indeed serious about the ordeal. Then he could play again, later. Maybe he shouldn’t untie the brat when they were done. That should keep him from leaving. He smirked as he removed his fingers from the relaxed hole and slathered his erection with lube.
He looked deep into Harry’s eyes as he lifted his legs on his shoulders and pushed his penis slowly into the still tight hole. He let Harry adjust to the sensation, though by now he was shaking with the effort of not simply thrusting into the boy and pounding him into the mattress. Finally he was fully sheathed.
“You may move now, Harry”, he panted out.
And from that point forward everything turned into a haze, sweaty bodies rubbing together, Severus kissing Harry wherever he could reach and when their mouths met they both moaned. Severus murmured something into the kiss and Harry came exploding all over their stomachs. Severus continued thrusting into the contracting channel. But he couldn’t last long and he shouted out his release: “Harry!” His vision flashed with a multitude of colours before blacking out completely.
When he returned to consciousness he noted that Harry was smiling sappily at him, still being tied up. Severus gently untied him, and when he noted the red marks left on the otherwise pale wrists, he grabbed a tube of soothing lotion from his nightstand’s drawer. He pulled Harry into his arms and gently started applying the cream to his wrists. Harry cuddled closer to the man, content with the feeling of a strong body wrapped around him.
Later as the lay spooned together, enjoying the closeness, Harry spotted a familiar figurine on the bedside table. “I’m glad you didn’t break it, or throw it out.”
And in a whisper he added, “I’m glad you didn’t throw me out.”
“Brat, get to sleep,” Severus said, pulling Harry closer. “I wouldn’t throw you out.” He quietly added, “Wouldn’t want you to freeze your delectable assets off.”