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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21281 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 26 - Merry Christmas

Severus Snape awoke on Christmas morning at the ridiculously early hour of 3.30am. Even for him this was early and he groaned, knowing full well just what he had been dreaming about – the throbbing hardness between his legs was telling him loud and clear. He wandered to the bathroom and sternly calmed his length so that he could empty his bladder. That done he returned to his room and shivered slightly. The fire was nearly out but with a flick of his wand it re-ignited enthusiastically, fuelled by the wood he pushed on it before throwing some coals in the direction of the flames. Coming as he did from a Muggle house, he found he much rather preferred the controllable warmth of central heating. Now though, he stood before the fire, slowly turning, trying to warm his frigid legs and cold toes.

Some semblance of feeling achieved, he went back to bed. It was much much too soon to be up.

When Harry awoke at 6am (he had asked Kreacher to get him up before he and Severus had had their brief argument), he wondered what on earth he was doing awake so early. It was Christmas for crying out loud! But then he remembered. He scurried out of his room and along the passage to the small room Snape had chosen. The door opened quietly and Harry tried to sidle into the room and into the older man's bed, but a glittering black eye snapped open and fixed him in a strong gaze.

“M – Merry Christmas!” Harry aimed for breeziness but he just sounded breathless.

Severus sat up and just looked at the owner of the house. “Was there a reason for your intrusion, other than to say that?”

Blushing, Harry couldn't answer. Knowing all too well what the younger wizard had been up to (and liking the notion), Snape pulled back the covers on his bed, clearly inviting Harry to join him. A smile split Harry's face as he hurried across and leapt into the bed, pulling Severus close.

“Merlin, your feet are frozen!” Severus gasped, trying to wriggle away from the uncomfortable appendages.

They simply held one another for a long time, enjoying the ability to just be quiet. Of course, Harry, being Harry, eventually moved and straddled Snape before dipping his head and kissing the older man.

Hands slid onto Harry's perfect rounded buttocks as they kissed, and then one hand was sliding under his trousers to cup his firm skin and stroke between his cheeks, rubbing at the pucker so that he shuddered and moaned into Snape's mouth.

“Please,” Harry whispered, face burning with embarrassment and need, “please.”

Severus, his voice rather huskier than normal, spoke, “On the bed table. There's a small bottle.”

Harry leaned forward and snatched up the round based container. Inside a viscous golden coloured fluid sloshed lazily. Shaking, Harry pulled the stopper out, placing that back on the night stand. He held the glass upright as he bent and kissed Snape again.

Severus tugged his hand free and dipped one long finger into the wide necked jar. Face burning at the realisation of what this meant, Harry could only moan with desire. Then the hand was working back under his night clothes and the slick digit was again rubbing at his entrance with firm strokes that made Harry's hips hitch with aching need.

The finger began to push past the tight ring of muscle.

Scarcely able to breathe, Harry clung onto Snape, his lips parted a little. Severus worked his way inside the clenching ring, feeling the intense grip that the muscle had on his digit. It made his cock twitch and throb to be grasped so securely. His finger eased part way out, then back in, driving a little deeper. Then back, then deeper, and again and again until he was as far into Harry as this one finger could manage. Once Severus had finished tormenting him, Harry keened helplessly, body more aroused than it had ever felt before.

Snape was still within Harry, feeling the pulse of Harry's blood pounding around his flesh, amazed at the heat of Harry and the way his body shifted continually as though ever eager for more. His digit was almost tapping lightly inside Harry, making the knuckle and the tip shift so that he could feel the channel moving around him, giving to allow his movement, but closing in every time to grip him firmly.

His other hand he slid onto Harry's dripping cock and tugged firmly. Harry threw his head back, and thrust powerfully, desperate for climax with Snape within him. His hips ground back forcefully, ensuring his ass was as full as possible before jerking forward into the punishing grip around his dick.

Screaming, Harry came.

Snape was sure his finger had been crushed by the clenching grasp Harry's body had produced at his moment of release. It had been like being in a vice and having it abruptly twisted to its tightest setting. Whimpering, Harry rocked on the presence in his body, cock slick with the fluid he had spurted out of his swollen tip. Under him, Snape ached to come himself, but he schooled himself to be patient. This was a new sensation for them both, a new step in their relationship, and not one to be hurried. Besides, he knew full well that Harry would make sure he climaxed before too much longer. He hoped that it was going to be in the younger man's mouth as Severus had developed a great love for that hot wet space.

Harry sagged onto the chest under him and sucked in lungfuls of air. Snape let his finger ease out of Harry's channel before he pulled the man close to him and kissed the sweaty forehead. “Acceptable?” he asked, his voice just the slightest trace smug.

Harry, his brain still re-setting from his release, could only nod and try not to drool.

After giving Severus a blow job Harry had got up, and tried to hide the wince of discomfort. Snape, however, noticed. He had placed the lubricant back on the bedside table and stoppered it, but his eyes had narrowed as the younger man moved with exaggerated care and tried to hide the pain he felt. Knowing that he had been right to force a slower pace than Harry demanded, he made no comment. He was glad, too, that he had chosen to use lubricant rather than rely on the spell, as Harry definitely needed a chance to get used to the new sensation. Now he stretched and headed into the bathroom to clean up before the business of celebrating Christmas could commence.

“Absolutely not,” Severus said, refusing point blank to even pick up the item Harry was trying to hand him.

“Come on!” Harry wheedled, “I've got one too.”

“More fool you,” Snape muttered, glaring with distaste at the tacky Christmas jumper Harry was trying to foist upon him. Some thought must have gone into it because it was Slytherin green and the words 'Bah humbug!' were formed with tiny snakes. No matter how much consideration had gone into the purchase, Snape still refused to pull the thing on. It would look ridiculous and he told Harry so.

“That's the point!” Harry replied cheerfully, pulling his own vivid red jumper on that had 'Jingle Bells' written on it and which had shiny gold bells attached to the sleeves so that every movement provoked a tinkle of noise.

Those jingling bells made Snape catch his breath. How much noise could he make Harry make whilst he wore that thing? His cock ached thinking about Harry thrusting up and down, his jumper musically accompanying their activities.

“Come on,” Harry wheedled again, “please.”
Feeling annoyed that he was capitulating so easily, all because of wayward thoughts and expressive green eyes, Severus nodded and took the damned garment before Harry could begin tugging it on him.

Eyes shining at his victory, Harry settled on the floor by Snape's feet and passed up a present labelled for the older man. After the jumper, Severus was wary of any gifts that Harry had picked, but he took it with reasonable grace and carefully slid his finger under the sticky tape to unwrap the item. He looked down at a small, flattish jewellery box. Frowning he opened it. Inside was a silver rope bracelet. It confused him; surely Harry didn't think him the type to wear jewellery?

Harry shifted so that he could fasten the bracelet on Snape's wrist. As he did so, Severus saw a matching item on the younger man's body.

“I've charmed them,” Harry said softly, kissing Snape's palm, “If either of us is in danger, it'll heat up and warn the other one. It will also portkey you to within one hundred yards of where the other bracelet is, if you allow it to. And then guide you to the other bracelet. To stop it you just need to touch it and say 'No'.” His eyes were unsure, “What do you think?”

Turning the metal on his wrist, Severus asked, “Why does it bring you to that distance, not right next to the other one?” He thought he knew the answer, but wanted to hear Harry's explanation.

“Well,” the other man began, “if I'm surrounded by dark wizards and you land slap bang in the middle of them, you'd just be captured too. By landing at a distance it allows you to assess the situation and decide how best to help, or, if help is impossible, at least see which bastards have killed me.”

Snape pulled Harry close and kissed him fiercely at the thought of losing his little idiot. “And it will do the same should I need help?” he asked, once he had loosened his lips from Harry's.

“Yes. I thought, this way, once I'm an Auror, you wouldn't need to worry about me. So long as this isn't hot, I'm not in mortal peril.”

There was stillness in the room. Somehow, in the focus on getting Harry through his Auror training, the problem of what Harry would be facing for real had eluded Snape. He hadn't considered how much at risk his young partner was, and how much of a strain that would place upon them both.

“Are you cross?” Harry asked, not familiar with the expression on Snape's face.

“No!” Severus spoke sharply, then softened it, “No, I was thinking that you are really a remarkable wizard. Sometimes.”

Harry grinned at the snide comment and reached for the next gift.

After Christmas lunch, and after handing Kreacher his present (a new, clean pillowcase and an old photograph album he'd found of the Black family) he and Severus settled in the living room, snuggling in front of the fire and spent the afternoon lazily kissing and not so lazily releasing into one another's hands and mouths.

As Harry had expected, it had been his best Christmas ever.
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