Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling.
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Severus and Harry have a bit of fun at Hogwarts in the snow.
Warnings: BDSM, Spanking during play
AN: Set Early Spring 2005 just a short while before the events of Organ Grinder. While it's been mentioned in early Hols that Severus had only punished Harry once before in anger, he will be spanking him in this story. However, Harry is not truly being punished, they are simply playing and both parties are aware that there is no tension between them.
Come To My Window
Harry looked out of the window of his sitting room, smiling as he watched the snow coming down. With a sigh, he closed his grade book and stood up, it was time to go have some fresh air, he thought.
He made his way out of the castle and onto one of the side lawns where there were several spirited snowball fights going on. Harry smiled as a small first year ran up and grabbed his hand, yelling to the others as she did so. "We have Professor Potter!"
Laughing, Harry began to throw loosely packed snowballs at the apparent opposite team, trying to push the smaller students behind him to shield them as he did so. The students on the other team all had good aim and soon Harry was snow covered and laughing with all of them, not noticing a tall, black robed figure walking carefully down the walk until it was too late.
The snowball Harry had just thrown landed squarely against the side of the feared Potions master's head. The student's fell silent, their eyes and mouths open as they waited for their beloved Professor Potter to be incinerated on the spot.
Severus lifted a hand and scraped the snow from the side of his face. He turned and faced his doomed lover, slowly drawing his wand. He flicked it slightly, several balls of snow lifting from the ground at his direction. A snarl formed on his thin lips and he flicked his wand once more sending the snow balls flying at his lover and several First Years. "Defeat the Gryffindors!" he shouted and nodded at several Slytherin students that had been following him. "Attack!"
Flicking his wand once more and still hoping for the surprise element, Severus sent more snowballs towards Harry.
Harry shouted and ducked the first salvo and motioned to the students on his side to quickly make more snowballs and pass them to him. Laughing louder, he threw two more snowballs, his aim true as they hit Severus in the chest and shoulder.
"Come on, help me get them!" Harry cried to the dumbstruck students, one little girl looking at him in disbelief.
"Professor, we'll lose house points," she said as she stared at the snow frosted dungeon bat.
"No love, you won't, I promise. Isn't that right Professor Snape, no house points taken for this?" Harry called out, trying hard not to laugh as Severus nipped a bit of snow that was melting down the collar of his frock coat.
Severus arched an eyebrow. "Twenty points to the first house that can bury Professor Potter completely in the snow." He flicked his wand again sending another volley of snowballs at his lover. "What are you all standing there for? Get him!"
"Oi! No fair!" Harry shouted as he was pelted from all sides as the students laughed wildly and pelted him with snow. "Thirty points to the house that buries Professor Snape!"
One daring little Gryffindor ran over and stared up at Professor Snape, a large snowball in her mittened hands. Silently she regarded him for a moment before smashing the snow into his robe. "Got you!" she sang out happily.
Severus stared down at the girl for a moment. He bent and looked her in the eyes. "Ten points to your house if you go and help finish burying Professor Potter and never come near me again."
"What about Potions class?" she asked as she considered the proposition, she was a Wood after all, she had to bargain.
Severus blinked. "Potions are a required subject there is no compromise. The offer only applies to the current situation which is steadily dwindling to nine points the longer you stand here debating with me."
"Ten and I'll shove snow down his shirt," she said as she bent to scoop up a double handful, packing the snow into a large ball before running over and waited until one of the older students had Professor Potter on his knees before she ran up and stuffed the snow down his collar.
"Snape!" Harry yelled as he fell forward, the children piling snow on top of him, he was laughing so hard he could barely get enough breath to cast a spell to toss the snow off of himself.
Severus rubbed his hands together. "Ten points to Gryffindor as well as twenty points to each of the other houses as well." He turned and shook his head as he made his way back to the castle. "I do hope you have your grading done, Professor Potter."
"This isn't over Professor Snape," Harry called out as he got to his feet, patting the children on the backs as he did so, telling them what fun he'd had and how brave they'd been to throw snow at the other man.
Quickly shaking the snow off of himself, he ran after Severus, surefooted on the snow covered pathway. "Hey," he said as he caught up to the other man and grinned up at him. "That was fun."
Severus arched an eyebrow at his companion. "You will pay for it later I assure you." He smirked and shook his head. "I am glad you had fun. My reputation is now shot. Not only did I play with you but I awarded thirty points to Gryffindor." He closed his eyes as they walked back inside of the castle. "Merlin, I'll never live it down especially once it reaches Albus' ears."
Harry was careful to walk separately of Severus, there were students in the hallway and they were careful to never arouse suspicion. "Chess tonight after dinner?" he asked as he paused at the foot of one of the many staircases, planning to go back up to his rooms in Gryffindor tower.
Severus nodded and looked around the hallways. "Just after curfew. I have rounds." He eyed the younger man for a moment. "Being late will not be tolerated."
Harry bowed his head once. "Yes Sir," he said softly before turning and making his way up the stairs, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Severus shook his head and made his way to his chambers to change his robes into dry ones contemplating just what he would do to the younger man once they were ensconced in his quarters. He braced himself for the fall out of his actions, when Albus would mention it today at dinner.
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Headmaster Dumbledore smiled jovially at Severus as he entered the Hall and took his seat next to Madame Hooch, Albus leaning over and whispering something in Professor McGonagal's ear causing the woman to titter as she sipped at her water.
"How was your day, Severus?" Dumbledore asked with a chuckle. "Did you have a chance to enjoy the weather?"
Severus scowled and began to prepare his tea. "The day was like any other, Headmaster. The weather I suppose was fine." Harry was so going to pay tonight once the man arrived at his quarters. He felt the urge to spank the impetuousness out of his lover for inciting the snow war. He sneered maliciously as he stirred his tea.
"I see that all of the houses earned points this afternoon, was it a coordinated group effort, Severus?" Minerva asked as she tried to keep a straight face and Harry bit his lip, sorry that he'd ever gone out that afternoon.
Severus sighed, refusing to look at the woman. "I have no idea of that which you are speaking, Minerva. I simply delegated the responsibility of completing a task." He settled his spoon on the cup saucer and sipped the lightly sweetened brew. "Shall we be eating soon, Headmaster? I do have work I need to tend to."
Chuckling, Dumbledore waved his hand and the food appeared on Top Table as well as the tables in the hall for the students. Harry ate very little and ate that very quickly. "Excuse me please," he murmured a few moments later as he stood, leaving the Great Hall before he hurried back to his rooms to worry about Severus' mood.
Severus watched Harry go, a smirk curling his thin lips. He leisurely finished his dinner and then partook in dessert. A cup of coffee appeared with his tart and for some reason he was reminded of his friends in America. He'd definitely have to take Harry with him this summer. Only five more months, the term would be over and they could have a nice holiday.
He leaned back in his chair contemplating his evening, taking the time to glare out at the other House tables. He nodded to his Head Boy and knew that Slytherin House would be giving him no problems tonight. Hopefully the glares he was casting now would remind the others that even though Snape had played with them this afternoon, The Greasy Git still lived under the snow covered man they had seen this afternoon.
He wiped his mouth with his serviette and rose from his seat. "Excuse me," he muttered and turned, robes flaring out behind him as he stalked out the Teacher's entrance to the great Hall.
In his own chambers, Harry took a long shower and then dressed simply in a short dressing gown, combing his wet hair back and then sitting down on the rug in front of the hearth, taking several deep breaths he thought about everything that had happened that day and hoped that the other man wasn't terribly put out by it. In hindsight, Harry realized he never should have left his grading and gone for his walk. Watching the clock tick the minutes past, at nine, he arose and threw his invisibility cloak over himself, tucking his wand into his pocket.
Carefully and quietly he padded down several floors to the dungeons and found himself standing in front of his lover's door. Harry didn't knock, he knew Severus knew he'd be there as he'd been instructed.
Severus finished the last of his rounds, skirting through the secret passageways to get back to his rooms, hopefully in time to greet Harry. The wall in front of him moved back and he stepped out of the small confining space right in front of his door. His robes brushed the invisible young man as he looked around before letting them into his chambers. "After you, my Own," he hissed softly and propelled Harry into the room.
Stepping forward obediently, Harry shed the cloak as soon as he crossed the threshold and then dropped his robe before going to kneel next to the worn leather armchair that Severus favoured in the evenings. "Would Master like a brandy?" he asked softly, his head tipped down and his hands framing his small gift.
Severus warded the door and nodded. "That I would, little one. First, come help me change into something more comfortable." He strode across the room, passing a hand over Harry's hair before heading into the bedroom.
Silently, Harry got to his feet and padded softly behind his Master, stopping behind the man as Severus paused in front of the wardrobe. "Master, may I undress you?" he asked softly as he opened the wardrobe and took out one of Severus' comfortable nightshirts and a warm dressing gown.
Severus cleared his throat and nodded. "Just the outer robes and my boots pet, I would like a shower before I dress for bed." He watched Harry covertly, letting the tension built. "Did you have fun this afternoon?"
Harry's hands stilled with the heavy outer robe he was pulling from Severus' shoulders and his head dropped. "Yes Sir, but I shouldn't have gone outside," he murmured and then hung the robe carefully before he dropped to his knees, untying the laces of the other man's boots. "Lift your foot Sir."
Severus lifted his foot and stepped back onto the chilled stone of the dungeon floor, flexing his toes in his thick woollen socks. "Why shouldn't you have gone outside? I thought you had fun." He smirked as he ran a hand over Harry's hair, curling his fingers in the silky locks for a moment before letting go.
"I should have finished my grading and if I'd not gone outside then I wouldn't have been tempted to have the students play and your authority wouldn't have been undermined," Harry said as he set the boots to one side for a house elf to shine sometime through the night. "Should I start your shower, Master?"
Severus chuckled and nodded. "Harry, there is a time and a place for play and I've thought about it while doing my rounds." He leaned down and tipped up the younger man's face. "I am glad you had fun today and between the two of us, I did as well." He pressed a kiss to Harry's mouth and stood once more. "I think I'll have that brandy first, pet." He walked out of the bedroom and settled himself in his chair, waiting on Harry. He flicked his wand at the hearth and stoked the fire up, warming the room and filling it with reddish light from the flames.
The firelight glinted off of Harry's pale skin, throwing long shadows over his flanks and ribcage as he moved quietly about the room pouring his lover a brandy and then going back to drop to his knees before he served the man. "Thank you Master for understanding I didn't think about the Headmaster finding out."
Severus swirled the brandy in the snifter and breathed in the scent of the liquor. He eyed his submissive and smiled in the firelight. "Hmm, yes. The Headmaster always seems to find out, doesn't he?" He sipped his drink, allowing it to rest on his tongue before swallowing the warming liquor.
"What ever shall I do about this?" Severus purred dangerously as he fixed his gaze on Harry, a little smile playing at the corners of his thin lips.
"Make me write three feet of parchment about why I should be more careful in what I do?" Harry asked as he tipped his face up to the other man, a small smile threatening to shine. He wasn't afraid of Severus any longer, he knew his Master would never harm him and would always keep him safe.
Severus arched an eyebrow and looked at his little sub. "Interesting, but not what I am looking for." He ran a hand over Harry's hair and tugged gently on the ends. "I think this deserves something a little more physical." He sipped his brandy again his cock twitching at the thought of Harry sprawled across his lap, pert bottom stained red from a few swats.
"Ummm.... I could clean the potions classroom with my toothbrush?" Harry offered again, feeling his small prick twitch as he felt his Master's eyes on him. He loved it when Severus would tug at his hair, it was one of his little turn ons.
"Hmm... better, but that's what I have students for now that term is in session." Severus stroked Harry's hair again, covertly eyeing the little man. He squeezed the back of Harry's neck stroking his fingers over the soft skin under the ends of his hair.
"Master could use me and not allow me release at all tonight," Harry said huskily, "He could torture my nipples and prick." Harry closed his eyes and shivered as Severus stroked his neck.
Severus chuckled and nodded. "Nice, but I am thinking something else." Severus set aside his brandy and pulled Harry up, arranging the younger man over his lap. One hand on Harry's bottom and one on his lower back, he rubbed the pert little bottom for a moment. "I think ten swats are in order. That should place a healthy glow on your lovely skin."
Harry gasped in anticipation as he found himself draped over Severus' lap. "Y..yes Sir," he stammered as he braced his hands and feet on the floor and waited. "Should I count Master?"
"Oh yes, little one, please do." Severus murmured softly and squeezed one cheek. "You remember to use your word if you need it. What is your word, Harry?" He rubbed Harry's back soothingly as he waited on the smaller man.
Harry nodded his mouth suddenly dry. "My word is red Sir," he said clearly, then remembered something. With a grumble, he reached up and took his glasses from his face, reaching behind him to give them into Severus' safe keeping. He’d already broken them once before as a result of forgetting them when they played.
"Red, very good Harry." Severus set the glasses down beside his brandy and took a deep breath. He rubbed Harry's bottom once more before raising his hand and bringing it down over one cheek, the red imprint of his hand marring the pale skin prettily.
Harry closed his eyes and let out the breath he'd been holding "One Sir, thank you," he said clearly as he licked his lips and waited. He could feel the sting and wanted to wiggle, but he knew it would be worse as the spanking ended and he would do well to stay as still as he could.
"Louder." Severus lifted his hand again, aiming for the other cheek, bring his palm down sharply and digging his nails into the reddened skin. He wanted Harry to squirm and wiggle on his lap, wanted to feel that little cock firm against his leg, the dampness from him leaking into his trousers. His own cock ached in sympathy as he lifted his hand again.
Harry gasped, his hips pushed into the man's hard thigh, his little cock trapped, pressed against the coarse wool. "Two Sir, thank you!" he sang out, feeling the growing bulge of his Master's groin pressing against his side.
Severus grinned. "Better." He swung again catching the same spot as the first spank, reddening it further. "Your skin is warming and taking the colour beautifully. Only seven more."
Groaning, Harry let his head drop, feeling the first pinpricks of tears in his eyes. "Three Sir... thank you Sir," he cried as he rocked on the man's lap, his arse starting to burn to counter the feeling of desire in his little cock as he rubbed himself against the man's leg.
Severus quickly delivered the rest of the swats to Harry's bottom. Once it was nicely reddened and he was certain it was stinging just as much as his palm was, he righted Harry, stretching him out again on his lap. He leaned forward, kissing the tears from Harry's cheeks as he cradled him in his arms. "Such pretty suffering."
He ran his stinging hand over the little cock, grasping it and stroking. "Now come for me, my beautiful Harry."
Teeth clenched, Harry rutted furiously into Severus' fist, his eyes screwed shut as he felt the burn of his orgasm begin, his seed spurting over the man's fingers and dripping onto Harry's thighs. "Thank you Master," he moaned as his hips continued to buck weakly.
Severus smiled as he watched the flush cover Harry's chest. He bent and kissed his sub. "So beautiful." He murmured over Harry's lips then brought his hand up to his mouth, tasting the other man. He closed his eyes and hummed, moving his hand to Harry's lips and tracing them. "Clean me up."
Opening his green eyes, Harry began to lick and suckle at Severus' long fingers, twirling his tongue expertly around each digit, flicking it over his knuckles. He was making soft greedy sounds as he hungrily lapped up his own cum, his eyes filled with need and the desire to make his lover feel good.
Severus opened his eyes and watched Harry lick his fingers. "Like that, do you?" He groaned as the little pink tongue wrapped around his fingers caressing them as they cleaned. He slid Harry off his lap and gestured to his crotch, spreading his legs more for Harry.
Harry gave him a crooked grin as he leaned forward on his knees and quickly undid the buttons on Severus' trousers, hooking his fingers in the waistband as he looked up and waited for the man to lift up a little so he could get them down over his hips.
Severus helped Harry move his trousers and pants over his cock. He fisted the long, heavy length for a moment then let go and leaned back in the chair.
Harry paused for a moment, his hands wrapped around the thick shaft as he thought about the best way to go about pleasing the man. Opening his mouth wide, carefully tucking his teeth behind his lips, he leaned forward and stretched his mouth entirely around the huge, weeping head.
Upon hearing Severus' noise of approval, Harry started flicking his tongue over the slit, lapping as he tried to fit more of the man into his mouth. He knew there was no way he'd ever swallow the whole thing, so he began slow twisting strokes with both hands over the velvety shaft.
Severus closed his eyes and resisted the urge to thrust into Harry's hot mouth. He moaned softly as the little hands wrapped around his length. "Feels so good little one," he murmured and reached down, running his hand through Harry's messy hair, tugging gently before threading his fingers in again.
Harry pulled away from the head of Severus' prick and then leaned back in to pull and tug at his foreskin gently, working his tongue under the edge and then tracing the thick vein on the underside down to where he dropped and began to lap and suckle at his Master's heavy sac. His hands never quit as they worked the hard flesh, his fingers seeking out and finding the little sensitive spots, stimulating them relentlessly.
Severus groaned and thrust up into Harry's hands as he felt the little mouth move over his sac. "Yes...," he hissed and tugged on Harry's hair once again, tightening his fingers in the messy locks. "So good."
Harry leaned back and looked up into Severus' face. "Does Master wish to fuck his boy?" he asked huskily, his green eyes dark and his lips swollen and wet.
Severus opened his eyes and looked down at Harry. "Yes. Come here little one, and ride me." He held out a hand to Harry, helping him out of the floor.
Harry grinned impishly and clambered up into the chair facing his Master. Carefully moving with his feet on the arms of the chair, Harry began to lower himself down onto the thick cock, his hands clutching the back of the chair to keep his balance. "Help me... please," he whispered as his thighs shook.
Severus wrapped his hand around Harry's hips and slowed his descent. "Slow down little one. I don't want to hurt you." He eased Harry up and off of him, cradling the younger man in his arms once more. He reached between Harry's legs, stroking his finger across the slick opening to his lover's body. "Let me stretch you some more." Severus carefully pushed a finger into his lover.
Humming softly, Harry smiled as he felt the intrusion, rocking his hips to let Severus know he wanted more. "It always feels so good when you split me open," he breathed as he spread his legs further and tilted his hips up more.
Severus smiled. "And you look so good sliding over my prick." He leaned forward and nibbled on Harry's jaw as he slid another finger into his little sub. Moving the long digits in and out of Harry, he searched out the little bundle of nerves to make Harry feel good. He loved to watch his little one writhe on his fingers.
Harry cried out and bucked his hips as Severus brushed over his prostate, his little cock stirring to life once more. He brought his small hands up to tease his nipples, careful not to pull at his cock as he bounced on the man's fingers. "Please Master, give me more, I need your prick in me," he begged as he squeezed his muscles around the long fingers.
Severus waited for Harry's muscles to relax before adding another finger to him. "Shh... all in good time, little one. I don't want you to hurt." He stroked Harry on the inside and leaned down capturing his mouth fiercely.
Groaning into Severus' mouth, Harry writhed and bounced over the man's fingers, driving them deeper into him, his own little cock twitching each time the man's knuckles grazed over his prostate. "Please... don't make me come on your fingers Master," he whimpered as he let his head fall back, working to relax his body.
Severus eased his pinkie into Harry and spread his fingers, stretching Harry as much as he could. After just a brief moment he pulled his fingers from the stretched hole and lifted Harry up. Dipping his hand in the small pot of lube he kept on his side table, he quickly slicked his erection and smiled. Holding on to his prick with one hand, and held Harry's hip with the other, he spoke softly to the smaller man, "Go easy now, Harry."
Harry shifted his feet on the chair cushion, lowering his body on shaking legs until he felt his hole kiss the tip of Severus' cock. Taking a deep breath, he shifted his feet once more and impaled his arse on the fat, spit shiny head. "Master..." he squealed as he froze, his knuckles white as he grabbed the back of the chair. "Help me keep my balance please," he whispered as he started to move his legs to get his knees on the cushion instead of his feet.
Severus tightened his grip on Harry's hip, scooting down further in the chair. He held his breath as he watched his cock slowly slide up into Harry. "Slow, Harry, slow." He squeezed Harry's hip again, swallowing as he began to breathe again and rubbed the soft skin of Harry's hip with his thumb.
Shifting slowly and almost painfully, Harry worked his way down on the thick shaft, forcing his arse to relax and allow entry to his Master's prick. Nodding as he began to bounce gently, forcing more of the shaft deeper into him, Harry smiled at the other man. "Thank you Master," he breathed, his fingers tightening their grip on the chair.
Finally able to let go of his prick, Severus wrapped his hand around Harry's cock. He pulled the younger man forward, captured his mouth and began to stroke him, trying to distract him from the pain. His heart clenched but there was nothing he could do about his size except to try and make it as pleasurable for Harry as possible. "Shhh...," he murmured against Harry's lips. "You are so beautiful, my little one, so tight and warm on me."
Whimpering into Severus' mouth, Harry gradually seated himself completely and then sighed in relief. His small cock was starting to firm back up again in his Master's hand and as he panted heavily, he smiled at the other man. "I'm ready Sir."
Severus returned the smile and gently thrust up into Harry. He ran his hands over the lithe body sitting astride him. He stroked and caressed Harry's toned body. "Move with me, Harry," he whispered softly, restraining himself from just slamming into the other man.
Sitting up straighter, Harry began to flex his thighs, raising and lowering himself on the thick shaft, squeezing his muscles to please the other man as he rode him. As Severus pushed up, Harry pushed back down, meeting his flesh with a soft groan of pain laced pleasure as his bowel was split again and again. "Harder Sev... oh please harder," he growled as he pushed himself down forcefully, smiling at the sound of flesh slapping together.
Severus closed his eyes and groaned as Harry's muscles clamped around him tightly. He lifted Harry up by his hips and pulled him down a little faster than before but still held on to his iron control. Not wanting to hurt his little lover, he lifted Harry as he thrust in giving the illusion of harder at the same time still being gentle.
Shuddering and whimpering as Severus took over, Harry began rubbing his hands on his upper thighs, his little cock hard as a rock now and weeping as his prostate was manipulated with each stroke. Soon a low keening was heard as he began to shake harder. "Master... Master..." his hands moving closer to his prick, but not daring to touch.
Severus looked up at Harry. "Touch yourself, little one. Come for me." He continued to watch Harry's face as he moved the other man over his prick faster. He bit his lip, trying control his own release wanting to watch the minute Harry tipped over the edge.
Harry grabbed himself roughly, stroking quickly, his body hunched over as he grunted with each upstroke of Severus' cock into him. He looked up into Severus' face, his green eyes cloudy. "Please don't hold back," he begged, his small balls tightening, his hand gripping himself tightly, he needed to feel his lover's power in him as he came.
Severus just thrust up into Harry, still holding back some from hurting the little man. After all Harry had been through, he couldn't just treat him like he had any other sub. Harry was his lover and more than that, he loved Harry. He'd made a promise to himself to never hurt the other man in anyway possible and he was going to keep that vow. He met the hazy green eyes. "Come now for me," he whispered then kissed his lover.
A surprised look came over Harry's face as his orgasm ripped through him, his mouth opening and a small cry of amazement leaving his lips as he spurted between the two of them.
Severus wrapped his arms around Harry and thrust once more, giving up his control. He groaned and stiffened as his orgasm crashed over him. He held the other man to him pressing a kiss to the dark hair. "Love you," he murmured into the dark locks as he stroked Harry's back and held him close.
Catching his breath, Harry let his head rest on Severus' shoulder. "I love you too," he mumbled and then yawned. "We need a shower."
Instead of making any attempt of moving, Harry just wrapped himself tighter around the other man and closed his eyes, thankful that it was the beginning of a weekend and he didn't have to be up early.
Severus smiled into Harry's hair and gently eased himself out of Harry. Wrapping Harry's legs around his hips, Severus heaved them from the chair. He ignored the semen dripping out of his lover as he took Harry through to the loo, flicking his hand to start the water flowing in the shower stall. He ran a hand over Harry's back and kissed his hair. "Are you well, my Harry?"
Harry mumbled something unintelligible as he was set down on the floor.
Severus grinned as he began to strip down, watching Harry sway on the floor.
Harry yawned and looked at the running water in confusion for a moment. A look of understanding dawned on him almost comically and he reached for the heavy bath towels that Severus had gotten somewhere on a holiday. They were definitely not Hogwart's standard issue of thinner, scratchy towels. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"
Severus chuckled and picked Harry up again, depositing him in the shower stall. He propped Harry up on his thigh, aiming the spray to run over and wash away their activities. Lathering up a flannel, he began to wash his little sub with slow careful strokes. "I am most satisfied, little one. You didn't let McGonagal rope you into any duties this weekend, did you?" he asked, looking down at his little lover. "I want you to stay tonight."
Harry shook his head. "No, I nearly told her to sod off when she wanted me to take chaperone duty again. I think she thinks she's saving me from myself," he sighed in exasperation. He'd had it up to his eyebrows with his former head of house's meddling. What he did with Severus was his business and no one else's. "I'd like to stay tonight, thank you."
Severus chuckled again and nodded. "The Easter Hols are coming. Shall we make plans to do something then?" he rubbed the washcloth over Harry's stomach, caressing the pale skin with is fingers.
"Could we maybe go to a few clubs somewhere?" Harry asked as he ran his hands over Severus' chest, letting the water smooth the way. "Let me dress in something sexy and you can parade me around on a leash?"
"That sounds like a plan to me." Severus leaned forward, still running his hands over Harry's little body and kissed him.