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creation: fic, duochan_the_mpregfan, rated: r

Happy Daft Day, majmunka!
Recipient: majmunka
Title: Birthday Surprises
Author: Duochan-the-Mpregfan
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,242
Warning(s): *Cross-dressing, Wallsex, Dancing*
Prompt/Summary: Harry has a surprise for Severus. But things don’t go to plan.
Beta Reader: Alley B, thanks for all the hard work sweetie!
A/N: Well, I’ve not written something like this before and I hope it is okay.

Birthday Surprises



Harry couldn’t believe he was doing this; this just wasn’t his cup of tea. The corset was tight, giving him the illusion that he had cleavage and small breasts. It was black lace with strips of white silk that ran through it, and the laces that done it up were also white silk. The black lace garter-belt clipped onto the white stocking he was wearing, and the black silk and lace thong was a little tease. That was to say nothing of the maid's uniform he was going to wear; the short, ruffled skirt teased him just as much as the thong. He could feel himself getting hard as the silk and lace rubbed against him when he moved around getting the rest on. Harry could have gone for the dress instead of the skirt and blouse, but he thought this would be a better option; both had buttons doing them up, which was what swayed his decision. He leaned down to his and Severus' bed and picked up the two inch wide belt that would make sure things stayed in and showed off the hourglass figure he now had thanks to the corset.

He couldn’t help a shiver and a squirm as things rubbed against him, again. He turned, sat down on the bed and looked to the monstrous shoes he had bought for this. He had taken to wearing them around their home over the last two weeks, to make sure he would be able to move around and do what he wanted. He had been with Severus for around sixteen months now and was beginning to learn there was more to the dour and stoic man. He had a bit of a kinky side, not that Harry minded learning it, though he still didn’t understand why Severus liked it when Harry would wear women's clothing, and not just ordinary women's clothing, but the more kinky things.

He put on the three-inch black heels; the black straps that weaved up and around his leg were striking against the white of the stocking he wore. He made sure to buckle them tightly, as they ended halfway up his calves. It had taken an age to get used to the height and the way he walked with them: he tended to wiggle a little, making him feel like a woman even more than the clothes did. Well, the clothes were on; he just had to finish the look. He quickly took off his glasses as he Accio’d the case with his contact lenses in. He didn’t wear them often, but he had to admit that during the war they had been a life saver. He put them in and threw his glasses onto his bedside table. He then cast a spell on everything he was wearing so that with the right set of words they would start to fade away until they disappeared from his body.

He scratched his head, glad that the potion he had taken a little earlier had finished. His hair was now more than halfway down his back, and thanks to Hermione and her need for someone that she trusted to help get her brown bush of hair under wraps, he knew exactly how he wanted it up; he had used a potion not only to lengthen his short, messy hair, but to also let it curl slightly. He grabbed the brush and got up, and his hips wiggled as he walked. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and rolled his eyes a little. He hated to admit it, but he didn’t look too bad. He brushed his hair and then started to pull it up, letting it wrap around a little, making sure to leave out a few teasing and tickling strands. He picked up his wand from the dresser and spelled his hair into place. A few strands obscured his eyes a little, some were behind and in front of his ears, which irritated him somewhat, but he knew it would look good. There were also a few strands that hung down his back, not many, but enough to let Severus know how long his hair was. Harry then set the spells that would allow him to say a word and the clothes would be loosened easily to be taken off.

Right, there was only one last thing to do before he lay in wait for Severus to arrive, though he still needed to sort out the living room. He went over to the small vanity that had managed to find its way into their room—it had once been in one of the other rooms, but when Severus had mentioned he would like to see Harry dressed up like this, the vanity had mysteriously appeared in their room. He opened the small makeup case he had bought for this and went through it. He had tried foundation and had found that it made his skin feel weird, so he wasn’t going to be using that. He pulled out the rosy-coloured blusher, the coral-pink lipstick and clear lip-gloss. He left the eye shadow, as he didn’t really want to use that, or anything to be honest. The last two things he pulled out didn’t bother him at all; he used them a lot more than people would have thought, the black eyeliner and mascara had been used before to emphasise his eyes, and since he wouldn’t be wearing his glasses, they would stand out even more.

He put on the eyeliner and mascara, making sure that it would be impervious to any water. He used the blusher to make his cheekbones stand out a little more, not too much to truly be noticed, but enough to be able to define his features just that little bit more. He used the lipstick, glad that his skin was rather pale at the moment; it was only because he hated going out when it was so cold. He put on the lip-gloss—it made his lips shimmer and shine. He couldn’t help but pull a face as he looked at the stranger looking back at him in the mirror; it wasn’t him, but a rather striking young woman. He couldn’t help the little question in his mind, wondering if he looked more like his mother like this.

He shook his head and stood up. There was only one more thing to do and that was making sure the living room was set up right. He picked up his wand, walked out of the bedroom and downstairs of their home. It was a cosy three bed-roomed house that Harry had found on his list of houses from the Potter Vaults. It had taken a few months to get Severus to agree to move in with him. They had been seeing each other for a year when he asked, and it had been another three months before Severus agreed to move in with him from Spinners End.

He went into the living room and set it up. There was mainly only a chair to sort out. He needed to make sure that it would be in the right place, so it meant that he had to rearrange the room a little. He made it so that the chair was facing the fireplace and the room was more open in the middle. The coffee table was gone—it wouldn’t be needed and it cleared up more room. Harry surveyed the room. First things first, he needed to make sure the chair would be fine for Severus to be seated on for a while. Harry went around creating the right lighting for the room. He set up some music to start as soon as Severus was in the right place. Harry smirked a little at the thought of what he wanted to do—he had been practicing this for the last two weeks, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Well, everything was ready, he was ready, and the only thing that was needed now was one Severus Snape.





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Severus Snape smirked as he walked up the garden path of the home he shared with Harry. It still came as a shock to some people that the two, who had been so famous for their animosity during Harry’s school days, were together. It was his birthday and he had plans for one Harry potter; it was something that he enjoyed, and he hoped that Harry would be all right with it all. He just had to make sure the bedroom was set up. Harry had told him he might be going out 'till evening, seeing his two friends, Hermione and Ron.

He opened the front door quietly, put his bag down on the small half-table near the coat hangers and took off the long coat he had worn to Muggle London. There had been something that he needed to get from a Muggle shop; he had gone there a number of times in the past, looking through the selection—last time he had been, he had decided on one and had been to collect it today. He was wearing his more comfortable Muggle clothes: they weren’t what Harry would have called comfortable, but he didn’t think he would look his best in jeans and a t-shirt with something obscene printed on it. He decided to leave the bag and search for Harry first, just in case he was home—he didn’t want Harry knowing what he had brought.

He walked into the living room and frowned as he looked around. A young woman was standing in front of the fireplace, facing away from him. She was wearing a sexy maid's outfit, by the look of it. Her legs looked long and supple. The woman turned around and a smirk formed on Severus’ face. Harry—looking perfect.

“Welcome home, Severus,” Harry smiled over at him.

“I must say it is a rather nice welcome as well.” He smirked as he stepped forwards and walked around Harry, examining him. “Yes, very nice, Harry,” he added in a husky whisper as he reached out a hand and placed it on Harry’s hip.

“Ah, ah, ah, naughty Severus.” Harry smirked at him as he took Severus' hand and pulled him around to his front, so the two were facing each other.

He walked forwards, making Severus walk back a few steps, then stopped and pushed Severus down onto the comfortable chair he had gotten ready earlier.

“First things first, Severus, time for your other birthday present.” Green eyes alight with mischief, Harry flicked his wand and Severus was naked and bound to the chair in front of Harry. “Enjoy, Severus,” he leaned down and whispered in his ear.

Harry moved back as the deep ‘dum dum tush, dum dum tush’ of the music began to play. It wasn’t what most would call good music for a strip tease and lap dance, but Harry liked it and thought it would fit more. It was Nine Inch Nails—'Deep.'

At the first pulsating notes of the song, Harry turned away from Severus. The music kicked in, and his body undulated down to the floor, arms like snakes above his head, making sure to sway his arse and hips a little as he went down. He came back up on the next beat, doing the same both nice and slow, giving Severus time to truly see him as the fire made a halo of light around him.

‘...Back-stab...’ Harry turned, facing Severus once again, a sexy little smirk on his face as he went down to the floor quickly, letting his legs open, allowing Severus a tiny glimpse of the lacy thong and garter belt he was wearing under the short, ruffled skirt. He strutted, swaying his hips seductively as he walked over to where Severus was bound.

He started to walk past Severus' right side, reaching out a hand to touch Severus’ left shoulder; as he walked behind and around Severus, he let his hand give a feathering touch to Severus shoulder and chest, brushing gently over each nipple, teasing them slightly as he did so.

‘...Or a place that you’d rather be...’ Harry whispered the words seductively as he twirled and dropped onto Severus left thigh, letting himself fall backwards so his back was draped over Severus legs. As he landed, the belt around his waist disappeared. Harry could see that Severus was watching him intently as he brought up his hands to the buttons on the top he was wearing. One by one he undid the buttons, undulating his back, teasing Severus a little each time he brushed against his hardening cock. He made sure that the top wouldn’t open and show what was underneath.

The last button undone, Harry slid off Severus' lap. He sent Severus a smirk and a wink as he stood up and walked away a few steps. With his back to Severus, he looked over his left shoulder and sent a shy, saucy smile towards his lover as he let the shoulder of the top slide down, exposing it a little; he then went to his right shoulder and did the same, this time sending a little wink. As the song continued, he shimmied down to the floor; with each movement he let the top slip down his back and arms a little more. He slithered back up, letting his arms fall down, letting the top drop to the floor.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest, and each hand holding a shoulder, he walked towards Severus again; it was obvious by the wizard’s erection the he was enjoying his birthday show. Harry got closer and slowly brought his hands down over his chest, cupping himself a little before he carried on his way down his body until he came to his hips. He was now standing over Severus. With a smirk, he straddled Severus' waist and used his feet to nudge his legs apart a little. Harry couldn’t help that his own erection was straining against the thong. He'd had his misgivings about this dance when it had first been suggested to him; now he couldn’t help but get into the swing of things, enjoying teasing his older lover.

‘...Into you...’ Harry sang along with the lyrics, his hair falling from where it had been spelled to stay. He rubbed against Severus, causing that dark haired man to moan at the enticing contact. Each ‘deep’ in the song was accentuated by the rise and fall of Harry’s hips, causing the two of them to moan at the teasing contact between them. After the last ‘deep,’ Harry leaned down and kissed Severus on the neck, moving from one side to the other side. He ended on the lips, kissing slowly and softly, letting Severus feel the love he felt for the older wizard.

Harry leaned against Severus’ shoulder and used his hand to shove himself off of Severus’ lap. He danced backwards a little and couldn't help but smile when he saw the scowl on Severus' face. Harry let his hands roam over his body as they travelled down to the buttons on the ruffled skirt. He went to one at the bottom of the five that did it up. He undid one button and turned slightly, side on, so Severus could see a profile of Harry’s figure as he undid the buttons of the skirt.

Harry faced the fire again and pulled the skirt open, so it uncovered his front but stayed covering his arse. He danced slowly, swaying his arse from side to side, making sure that the skirt stayed covering it.

‘Make this come true’ blasted out into the living room as Harry swung around, facing Severus once again. The skirt wrapped around his waist hiding what was underneath from view as he sashayed over to stand in front of Severus. The music continued, and Harry teasingly uncovered one side, then recovered it, then did the same for the other. He danced slowly around so he stood behind Severus, who was straining to see what was going on behind him.

Harry brought the skirt up and over Severus' head; he let it gently swing from side to side as he lowered it onto Severus’ lap. As the second lot of eight ‘Deeps' played, he let the edge of the skirt tease Severus cock, hitting it, teasing it as each one rang out into the room. He let it drop on Severus’ lap to continue to tease him with the feel of it.

Harry slowly walked 'till he stood in front of Severus, to let him see what he was wearing. The older man growled as he tried to bring his hand forwards to touch his younger lover. Harry placed his hands on Severus' shoulders and gently, barely touching him, brought them down, teasing him with his finger tips. He gave a soft pinch of each nipple. He let his hands wander and when they got to the skirt still on the lap, he pressed down a little and rubbed the skirt over him, making Severus groan out his name.

Harry moved and started to dance backwards, the beat of the music dictating how he moved. Harry whispered something as he turned around to face the warm fire once again. He put a hand behind his back and grabbed hold of the lace that did up the corset; he pulled a little, and on each beat pulled a little more as he danced. The lace was fully undone and the two sides were loose; the only thing stopping it from falling to the floor was Harry’s other hand holding it up.

Harry walked backwards 'till he reached Severus and sat on the dark-haired man's knees, with another whispered word, the lace that was keeping it together disappeared. He pulled the corset down, exposing his chest and abs. Harry smiled up at him as he placed his head on Severus' shoulder. He could feel Severus struggling with the bonds. He gave Severus' neck a little nibbled before he threw the corset over their heads and out of the way. Another word was said and his heels disappeared as well.

He stood up, moved to the left side of Severus, brought up his left leg and placed his stocking-covered foot on Severus' thigh. Harry unsnapped the clips that were keeping up the left stocking and slowly rolled it down; he could see Severus watching his movements intently, and this intensified his own arousal. When the stocking was off, he waved it once, letting it touch Severus a few times. He then threw it away. He walked behind Severus, tracing the top of his older lover's shoulders as he walked.

He came up on Severus' right side, and as ‘...All I can do...’ was being sung, Harry placed his right foot on Severus right leg, doing the same as before, slowly rolling down the white stocking and teasing Severus with it. He then threw it away as he went behind Severus, placing his arms around his neck, nibbling a little on his ear, making Severus groan at his lover's teasing nature.

“Harry,” he growled as said brunette appeared on Severus' right side.

‘...You’re slipping through...’ came over the speaker, and Harry danced towards the middle of the soft rug; he grabbed the top of the garter belt and thong as he dropped down to the floor, pulling them down as he went. He stepped forwards once and went down again; picking them up and looking over his shoulder, he threw them at Severus, hitting him on the chest, causing the man to growl again.

Harry sang along with the rest of the music. “We could become...” he sang as he turned to face Severus, brought up his hand, placing a finger at the base of his throat, and continued to sing. “Two into one...” He brought his finger down and swayed his body from side to side. “Over and done. Everything new,” he said as he touched himself teasingly. He sent a wink as he kneeled down on the rug,

“I’m coming through, into you...” Harry sang. Severus whispered the words back to him, and Harry couldn’t help a smirk as he knew what came next.

Severus growled as the music died down, the bonds disappeared with the last line of the song, and he quickly joined Harry on the rug, knocking the young man on his back.

“Enjoy your birthday present, Severus?” Harry asked softly, looking up into passion-filled eyes.

Severus thrust himself against Harry, causing them both to groan at the contact. “Does that answer your question? Now it’s my turn,” he smirked down at him.

With a wandless and silent spell, lube appeared on Severus' fingers and he let his hand travel down to his prize. He gently pushed in a finger, crooking it a little to hit that special spot. Harry moaned as he felt the jolt go through him.

“Severus, love you,” he moaned as Severus did it again.

“Love you too.” He smiled down at him softly, as he added another finger, scissoring them.

Severus leaned down and gently kissed Harry, slowly making his way down, teasing a nipple a little. He kissed Harry again, adding a third finger, stretching him well.

“Hurry up, Severus,” Harry said as he thrust back on the teasing fingers inside of him.

“Patience is a virtue.”

“Not for me.” Harry breathed harshly as that spot was hit again.

Severus removed his fingers and lubed himself up. He positioned himself and slowly pushed in. Severus couldn’t help a groan as he felt Harry’s heat envelope him. When he was fully seated inside of Harry, he stopped and looked down at his lover.

“Move, Sev,” he pleaded with his voice and his expressive eyes.

“Your wish is my command.” He smiled down at him as he pulled out and thrust back in slowly.

Severus kept a slow pace; he reached down and wrapped his hand around Harry's cock, keeping pace with his thrusts. He wanted this to last. He began to speed up a little as he felt his climax approach.

“Ron, what if they aren’t here yet? Harry did say he would be out,” came the voice of one Hermione Weasley.

Harry and Severus looked at one another in horror as the door to the living room burst open, and Ron rushed in shouting for Harry.

“Oh Merlin MY EYES. Hermione, my eyes, Obliviate me!” Ron shouted as Hermione walked into the room.

Severus and Harry separated fast, both trying to cover themselves up, though there was nothing but their hands and that didn’t fully hide them from view.

“Oh, dear, so sorry. I’m pregnant!” Hermione blurted out as she grabbed Ron and ran out of the room.

“My poor eyes,” they heard Ron cry as the front door opened and then slammed shut.

“Well, that totally ruined the mood,” Harry grumbled as he stood up and walked towards the stairs, going to their bedroom.

Severus growled as he watched Harry go. He got up and Accio’d the bag from the hallway. He sped up the stairs to catch up with Harry. “Harry,” he called as the brunette reached their bedroom door.

“Yes, Severus,” he said softly as he looked to where Severus was almost running towards him.

Severus got the small box out of the bag and went down on one knee in front of him. “Will you marry me?” he said as he opened the box and showed the small diamond ring that was inside.

Harry’s eyes went wide and he smiled. “Yes, of course I will.”

Severus smiled back and placed the ring on Harry’s finger. He stood up and was then careened into the wall on the other side of the door. Harry kissed him passionately, their tongues duelling for dominance.

Severus switched their positions; both were hard again as the taller of the two pulled Harry up. Harry wrapped his legs around his lover's… no… fiancé's waist. Severus entered him quickly, causing Harry to throw his head back and moan at the sudden intrusion.

“Sev,” he groaned as pleasure shot through him.

Severus moved roughly, reaching down to Harry’s neglected cock and grasping it. He went in time with his own thrusts, moving quickly as Harry kissed his neck, nibbled on an ear. Severus squeezed Harry a little as he stroked, and Harry shot his load against Severus' stomach and chest. Harry tightened around Severus as he groaned at the tightness and came.

The two stood leaning against each other, and Severus slowly let Harry’s legs go as they came down from their climactic high.

Harry leaned his head against Severus’. “Well, maybe your birthday hasn’t been too bad, but I intend to have a word with Ron and Hermione about walking into people's homes without announcing themselves first.”

“I shall join you for that little conversation,” Severus hissed. .

“Happy birthday, Severus,” Harry said as he landed a sweet kiss on Severus’ lips.

“Yes, it was a very nice present. I know I only mentioned wanting to see you like that once, but it was better than what I had imagined you may look like.” He smiled, kissing back.

Harry moved and grabbed Severus' arm. “Let's take the rest of the night to the bedroom.” Harry winked as he pulled Severus to their bedroom. The door closed quietly behind them…





The End – unless you let your imagination soar.