A Bunny Tale | By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 23468 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Harry woke when the train pulled into the station. “Are we there?” He blinked his bright green eyes owlishly and touched his glasses.
“Yes, follow me.” They carefully unloaded their trunks from the train and piled them onto the carriages. Harry petted the Thestrals fondly before Severus threatened to leave him behind if he didn’t board the carriage.
Once they reached the castle, Severus unpacked his potions while the kit unpacked everything else, tidying up the rooms as he put the items away.
“Professor, where’s your kitchen?” asked Harry, a confused expression on his face as he looked around the bedroom.
“The house-elves will cook,” explained Severus as he shrunk the trunks and placed them in a drawer. “Now, we’ll go see the Headmaster. Tell him everything except for the… intercourse part. He must not know about that.”
“Intercourse?” Harry frowned at him.
“The sex,” snapped Severus. He strode past him quickly and the kit scurried after him.
Albus was in his office dressed in the most ridiculous purple robes Severus had ever seen. “Severus! Why….. who’s this?” His piercing eyes fixed on Harry who looked at Severus expectantly.
Severus pulled out his wand and restored the kit’s ears and tail. “He’s a coney unlike any I’ve ever seen before. He’s not as libidinous as the others.”
Harry watched with wary eyes as Dumbledore picked up his wand and approached him.
“What’s your name?” Dumbledore asked kindly.
“Harry.”
Dumbledore passed his wand over Harry’s chest. “He appears to be a normal coney, just uniquely coloured. If you’d like to keep him here you may, provided that you don’t reveal his true species.” With a wink, he added, “I’ll have to ask both of you to keep your activities discreet as well.”
“We haven’t had intercourse,” Harry interjected in a matter of fact tone.
“We’ll be going now,” Severus grabbed the kit’s wrist and pulled him out of the amused Headmaster’s office. As soon as they were safely in the dungeons he hissed, “Why did you say that?”
“You told me that he shouldn’t know about that,” Harry protested. “He was guessing.”
“Just … keep your mouth shut.”
After dinner, Severus transfigured the sofa in his den to a bed and retired to his own room. He was awakened that night by the kit’s agitated voice. He ventured out to find Harry standing in the centre of the den naked. His ears were laid flat and pointed back behind him.
“He wanted to clean!” accused the kit angrily.
“That’s what house-elves do,” Severus explained impatiently, guessing at the cause of the disturbance.
“That’s my job!” protested the kit.
“Shut up and go to sleep or else I’ll throw you outside,” threatened Severus before he left for his room.
The next morning, Severus had the most wonderful dream. He dreamt Harry was sucking him off, making little moaning noises as he bobbed his head. With a start, he realised that he wasn’t dreaming. He sat straight up in bed, knocking Harry off the side, tail over ears.
“What are you doing?!” exclaimed Severus.
Harry righted himself. “You don’t like it?” he asked, looking perplexed.
“I thought you didn’t like sex.” Severus eyed him suspiciously.
Harry crawled back onto the bed, his large eyes fixed on Severus’s cock as if it were a giant carrot. “I like it with you.” He wrapped his fingers around it and lowered his head to take a lick.
As Severus watched his dick disappearing up into Harry’s mouth, he had the suspicion that the allergy claim had been a ruse. He wasn’t sure why the attractive, young coney had chosen him on which to bestow his affection but he certainly wasn’t going to stop him. He pushed Harry off his manhood.
“Will you die unless I fuck you?”
“Yes,” Harry breathed, acting as though he believed it. He lay back against the bed. “It hurts me here.” He placed his hand over his chest.
Severus smirked and leaned over Harry, kissing him as his hands slid over the coney’s body. Harry wiggled eagerly in response, his dick hard. Severus slowly ran his fingers over Harry’s puckered entrance while he kissed him until the coney’s entire body was trembling with anticipation and he gave desperate moans of need, his hips thrusting back against the finger.
Severus slicked his fingers and slipped them inside, kissing Harry’s chest as he prepared him.
“Please! Please!” begged Harry, writhing impatiently on the bed. “I need you to fuck me!”
Severus slicked himself up and pushed inside. Harry grabbed onto his arms and gave a contented sigh of pleasure. Encouraged by the sound, Severus began to pound into Harry’s tight arse, enjoying the cries he wrenched from the coney’s throat. He pulled out and flipped him over and thrust back in again. Harry could barely support himself on his hands; his entire body was trembling so hard. Severus ran his free hand down Harry’s back and petted his fluffy tail.
“Professor!” cried Harry as he came, his body going tight and then limp. Severus held Harry in place as he finished himself off. He pulled out after all his seed had emptied and collapsed against the bed. Harry draped himself across Severus’s chest with his heart pounding. Harry’s ears were limp despite the smile on his face. Severus stroked one ear gently and was answered with a shiver.
“I like it when you touch me,” Harry said softly, his fingers lightly tracing circles on Severus’s skin.
“I’ve noticed,” answered Severus as he continued to pet Harry’s ears.
Although he wished to remain in bed with Harry for hours, work needed to be done. Severus finally pushed Harry off of him and showered.
“I need to supervise the workmen,” Severus informed Harry as he shaved. The coney sat on the floor and watched him with a fascinated expression on his face. “I’ll return to fetch you for lunch but you must remain in my quarters. The rules are the same as at home. If you break anything, you will pay for it one way or another.”
“I won’t break anything,” promised Harry.
The workmen were just as incompetent as Severus feared. Dumbledore arrived as he was correcting yet another error.
“Now Severus, there’s no need to cast that on them,” Dumbledore chuckled. He glanced around the room. “Where’s your nephew?”
“He’s in my rooms. I didn’t want him to get in the way.”
“What a shame. I’d love to have him visit for tea.”
“Maybe later,” responded Severus dismissively.
“Very well.” Dumbledore turned to leave. “Oh, and please tell him to stop scaring the house-elves.”
Severus remembered the kit’s agitation from the previous evening. “It might be best if they avoided the rooms the first week he’s here.”
When Severus fetched Harry for lunch, he repeated the Headmaster’s request. Harry scowled in response.
“Why do you have them? Why can’t I cook lunch for you?”
“Don’t be stupid. Why would you want to do more work?”
The kit poked at his glasses as he sat by Severus in the Great Hall. He glared at the food on the table. “Why can’t I do it?”
“Because that’s their job,” Severus hissed, embarrassed by all the eyes watching them. “Now shut up and eat your food or I will lock you in my rooms until dinner time.” He could’ve sworn he saw the glasses wilt.
Dumbledore waylaid Harry after dinner to fill his head with nonsense. Severus hoped that the coney had the good sense to keep his mouth shut but he had the feeling the Headmaster knew exactly what was going on, the meddling old coot.
Harry returned late that evening tasting of sweets and Severus had him over the back of the couch. He was very glad he’d made sure his walls were sound proof as the coney screamed in pleasure. He left him in the den but in the morning, Harry was in Severus’s bed, running his hands all over Severus’s body. Severus put the lube in Harry’s hands and pushed him out the bedroom door.
“Masturbate,” he ordered before shutting the door firmly. He returned to bed and slept until a decent hour.
When he finally stepped out for the day, dressed and ready to head for breakfast, the coney pounced on him.
“You know, this is exactly why I never wanted a coney,” Severus informed him.
Harry took his mouth off of Severus’s dick long enough to ask, “Do you want me to stop?”
“You should never leave a meal half-finished.”
A fucking and a change of clothing later, Severus finally made it down to the Great Hall with Harry in tow.
“Good morning, Severus. Harry.” Albus beamed at them when they entered. He was wearing garish robes of bright blue and gold.
“Good morning, Headmaster,” Harry gave him an equally vacuous smile.
The next few weeks were a blur of sex and work. Despite Severus’s efforts, Harry made friends with Hagrid. Severus threatened the over-grown oaf well, knowing the half-giant’s fondness for dangerous pets. He would’ve kept the kit completely away from him had not Dumbledore intervened.
“It’s better than letting him explore Hogwarts on his own,” the Headmaster argued.
Severus wasn’t so sure about that, but he couldn’t stay with Harry during the day and leaving him locked up made the coney’s ears droop. The last thing Severus wanted to deal with after a long day was a moody kit, so he encouraged Harry to spend his days outside of the dungeons.
In the evenings, Severus would read papers and compose lesson plans while Harry would happily regale Severus with tales of the creatures he had encountered and the adventures he had had during the day. Severus completely ignored him, but Harry didn’t seem to care. Indeed, he seemed to expect this and would sometimes mix outrageous lies into his stories. His favourites were about mysterious rooms and secret passageways although he once spun a very long one about a group of intelligent spiders residing in the forbidden forest that had attempted to eat him. Once, he even claimed that he’d found a secret passageway into Severus’s home.
“I was walking along, thinking about the cottage, when I found a door I’d never seen before,” Harry explained from his perch on the edge of Severus’s sofa. “I opened it up and I was in your kitchen! I could go into any room I wanted, but not outside. You have to come see it!”
Severus continued to read his post.
“Professor!” Harry hurried over to the side of the desk. “Don’t you want to see it? It leads to your house!”
“Can’t you see that I’m busy?” growled Severus as he opened a scroll from a colleague in Austria. “Go bother Hagrid.”
“It’s your home. You have to see it!”
“I’m not interested in your games. Now go away,” insisted Severus impatiently.
“It’s not a game, it’s real,” persisted Harry. “Come on!” He tugged on Severus’s robes.
“How many times must I tell you that I’m busy?” snapped Severus, fed up with the annoying behaviour. He smacked the kit’s hand.
Harry instantly released Severus’s robes as if burned, clutching his smacked hand, his eyes wide as he stared at Severus.
Severus hated the guilt that stormed through him. It wasn’t his fault, he had warned the kit. “I’ve had enough of your lies.”
“I’m not lying!” Harry protested. “I was in your house!”
Severus slammed his hand down on the desk. “I should sell you, you aren’t worth the aggravation. I’d be able to buy new cauldrons....”
Harry’s face went pale and his ears fell to his shoulders.
Severus continued, “and a garden filled with Hellesborne, a potions lab twice the size of my current one, a house-elf who would be far more efficient than you with his ability to use magic, a-”
Harry ran from the room, slamming the door behind him. When he didn’t return after several hours, Severus quickly whipped up a batch of hoof-strengthening solution for Hagrid, but Harry wasn’t to be found with the half-giant. Severus delivered potions to all of the Hogwart’s staff but couldn’t find the kit anywhere. He even went into the kitchens, but the house-elves hadn’t seen Harry. They seemed quite terrified of the kit, but promised to report his movements to Severus if they should spot him. Harry remained hidden for the rest of the day and Severus finally had to retire for the night with the hope that the kit would turn up tomorrow.
The next morning, Severus woke when Harry climbed into bed with him. The kit’s hands and mouth remained above Severus’s waist for once and he pressed his head against Severus’s chest as if checking for a heartbeat, his palms splayed open upon his belly. He seemed so young and fragile then. Severus held him tightly and slowly petted his ears until they rose up again. From that day forward, Harry slept in Severus’s bed from dusk until dawn. He was far more effective at waking Severus than any other alarm clock he’d ever owned.
The day before the students arrived, Dumbledore showed Severus and Harry the kit’s official rooms that were a stone’s throw away from Severus’s in the dungeon. Harry’s ears shot back and he glared at the rooms scornfully.
“I want to live with you,” he protested loudly to Severus’s chagrin.
Dumbledore just chuckled. “You don’t have to stay in these rooms, but you must pretend that you do. All of your belongings will be stored here.”
Hagrid took Harry to Diagon Alley later that day and Harry returned with several pairs of human clothing, a few books, and a small white owl he named Hedwig. Harry showed up in Severus’s quarters in a modified school uniform with Dumbledore that evening. Albus explained that Harry would be introduced to the students as Severus’s assistant.
After the Headmaster left, Severus motioned for Harry to approach him and the coney eagerly bounded over to where he sat behind his desk.
“Take off your robe, let me see your new clothes,” ordered Severus.
Harry smiled at him and stripped off his dark green robe quickly. He was wearing a white, button-down shirt, black trousers and belt, and a green tie that matched his striking eyes. Severus pulled him forward, undid his belt, unzipped him, and pushed down his trousers and y-fronts to reveal the curve of his buttocks. He restored the ears and tail and ran his fingers through the small puffed ball, causing Harry to shiver. Severus had discovered how much Harry enjoyed being petted there, and often liked to stroke his tail until the coney was weak at the knees.
“It’s a shame that we can’t let everyone see your true form. You’d never be left alone.” Severus petted him slowly.
“I wouldn’t let them touch me,” insisted Harry. “I’d rough them all up.”
“And they would make you leave Hogwarts, you violent little thing.” Severus pinched his arse, drawing a little yelp. “The students’ parents would object.”
“I wish I was your student,” Harry wiggled against Severus’s groin. “Then I’d get to see you so much more.”
“Bend over the desk. I’ll show you what I do to students.”
Harry eagerly pulled away from him and placed his palms flat on the surface of the desk, his tail sticking up in the air. Severus admired the sight before he ran his hands over Harry’s buttocks and thighs.
“Is this really what you do to students?” asked Harry, his limbs trembling with anticipation.
“Just students who need to be taught a lesson.” Severus leaned forward and kissed the top of one of Harry’s perfect cheeks. He spread them with his hands and flickered his tongue over Harry’s arsehole, making the coney jump and gasp with pleasure. Severus teased him until he was begging, then stood, slicked himself up, and pushed inside. Harry’s hands slid all over the desk in an attempt to find purchase, strewing papers, books, and quills unceremonious all over the floor. He was normally quite fastidious about keeping everything orderly and Severus loved to make him lose control. The coney was so worked up that it didn’t take long, and soon Harry came with a shout, his come spattering across the desk. Severus thrust hard until he too orgasmed, clutching Harry’s hips tightly. After they had both calmed down, Harry cleaned everything up with pink-stained cheeks. Severus pretended not to notice.
That evening, Harry climbed into Severus’s bed and pulled the covers up over himself to display his stubborn refusal to use his rooms. Severus permitted him to stay on the condition that he stopped harassing the house-elves.
“You have a new job now,” Severus explained as he ran his hands down the kit’s back. Harry raised his head and sleepily blinked his brilliant eyes at Severus.
“What is it, Professor?”
“I will train you to assist me in the potions lab.”
Harry’s ears shot straight up. “Really?!”
“Yes, but you must obey me completely there as it’s full of dangerous chemicals,” warned Severus. “If you aren’t careful, you could kill yourself or become disfigured. No one wants a disfigured coney.” He tweaked one ear.
“I won’t mess up,” promised Harry. “But what will I do? I thought it was impossible to brew without magic.”
“There are other ways you can assist me,” Severus assured him. “For example, you will prepare specimens, keep track of ingredients, and monitor the cauldrons.”
Harry smiled and snuggled against him. “I can’t wait.”
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