AN: Well this is the first Snarry fic I ever wrote. Please forgive me if I made mistakes, but English isn't my first language. I really hope some of you like it! And reviews would be *very* appreciated, whether it's constructive criticism or notes of eternal devotion.
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Knock, knock.
Two sharp knocks on the door. Severus wondered who could be knocking on his private quarter’s door at...three o’clock in the morning! Was it really so late? Gazing at the fire, lost in his thoughts, he had lost sense of time. He had turned thirty-seven that day and, like every previous birthdays, he had done his introspection. And what he had found hadn’t pleased him. From precious and essential spy for the Order of the Phoenix during the war agaisnt Voldemort, he was now only a pityful and bitter Potions Master in a school full of ungrateful brats waiting with bated breath for the day he’d drown in his bath.
Knock, knock.
Two sharp knocks on the door, a bit stronger this time. The person behind that door certainly seemed determined to trouble Severus’ peace.
“Come in.”
With a really infernal creaking, the heavy door opened slowly, revealing one Harry Potter still in his robes but barefoot. Severus sighed heavily. A confrontation with the hero of the Wizarding World to complete a perfect day.
“Mister Potter, to what to I owe the very questionnable pleasure of your presence here tonight?”
“I heard today...well, yesterday, but anyway...was your birthday, Severus.”
“Indeed, but that doesn’t tell me why you are here well after curfew and why you felt you had the right to call me by my given name, Mister Potter.” Severus stressed on the word Mister. At least one of them would be polite.
“I came to give you your present,” said the young man, completely ignoring his professor’s last remark.
This time, Severus couldn’t help being curious. Not that long ago he would’ve been suspicious as to what Harry would give him.But during the last months of war, the two of them had learned to work together and, even if the were not exactly friends, they could now be in the same room without killing each other.
“Very well. What is it?” Severus hoped he didn’t sound to intrigued. The young man didn’t seem to have any package with him.
Harry quickly undid his robe and let it fall into a puddle at his feet, leaving him...completely... naked. He took a step toward the chair where Severus was sitting and staring at him, eyes and mouth wide in shock. After a couple of seconds, Severus seemed to regain control of himself with great difficulty.
“Har...Mr. Potter, would you care to explain what you think you are doing?” Severus cursed under his breath and prayed to any divinity still listening to him that Harry didn’t notice his mistake.
The boy smirked slightly and took another step closer to Severus, entering the circle lit by the fire. They wew now only a few feet apart and Severus could see a bit too clearly for his liking the naked young man standing in front of him. Harry was slim and nicely built. His skin was tanned by the long hours playing Quidditch on the grounds. He wasn’t hairy at all except around the proud erection he did nothing to hide. Severus’ throat went completely dry at the sight in front of him and all his blood seemed to rush somewhere below his navel.
“I am your present, Severus.”
And with that he took the last steps to Severus who suddenly found himself with a lapful of very naked and very hard Harry Potter. Before he could even comprehend the situation, a soft pair of lips found his and hands tangled in his hair. At first Severus just sat there, too shocked to do anything. Then, he crashed their mouths together and pressed Harry closer to him. The young moaned and rocked against Severus. That simple movement caused their erection to rub against each other. Both men gasped at the sensation. Severus broke the kiss and started nipping and kissing and licking at Harry’s neck while Harry started unbuttoning Severus’s collar. Severus bit lightly at Harry’s collarbone. A shudder went through the young man.
“Oh God, Severus.”
Harry’ skin tasted of salt, soap and of something that was unique of Harry, and Severus couldn’t get enough of it. Plus, he absolutely loved the way Harry moaned his name. Harry finished unbuttonning the shirt and tried to take it off but it was stuck behing Severus’s back. In fact, he realised that their position in that chair wasn’t exactly the more comfortable or the more useful. He looked around and noticed a soft looking rug at their feet that would do perfectly well. After one last burning and passionnate kiss that he was clearly getting addicted to, Harry climbed out of Severus’ lap and went to lie down on the rug. He spread his tights and beckoned his soon-to-be lover to join him.
Severus got even harder at the sight in front of him. Harry was clearly the most beautiful present he’d received since the kit of complete potions ingredients and tools for junior potions masters he’d got after receiving his letter from Hogwarts when he was eleven. Severus decided to tease Harry a little bit. He slowly took his shirt off, looking at the young man straight in the eye. Then he reached for the opening of his now too small black trousers and played with it without opening it. In front of him, Harry grabbed his own cock and started stroking it slowly, gazing hungrily at Severus.
“Hurry up,” he said impatiently, “I need you.”
At this, Severus gave up his teasing. There would be many other times for teasing and taking it slowly; for the moment, they both needed a good hard fuck and the needed it now. He quickly shed the rest of his clothing and went to lie on Harry. Severus took Harry’s hand away from his own erection.
“Stop that,” he said hungrily. “I’ll be the only one to pleasure you tonight.”
“Yesssss.”
Harry reached out for Severus’ mouth and they returned to their kissing. Severus’ hands caressed the boy’s soft skin slowly, sometimes stopping to play with a nipple, making Harry gasp. The young man wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist and started rubbing enthousiasticly against the older man above him. Severus broke the kiss and stilled the body under him.
“Stop that or I won’t last long,” he said, voice husky and breathless.
Harry rocked another time against him and Severus gasped.
“Doesn’t matter,” Harry said and rocked again.
Severus drew back a little to get himself under control. Then he leaned on Harry again and looked in those green eyes now made darker by the lust shinning in them. “Don’t you want to feel me inside you?” he whispered sensually while reaching around and caressing Harrys butt.
At that, Harry’s eyes widened slightly and he moaned. Oh, what that voice could do to him!
“Oh God, yes. Please.”
Severus just couldn’t resist Harry’s plead. He quickly got up and went to the shelf full of tiny vials and potions. He picked up the lubricant and returned to Harry. Then, an idea occured to him.
“Harry, are you a virgin?”
Harry smiked slightly but the blush on his cheeks spoke for itself. "I don't know...would it change anything if I was?"
Severus couldn’t believe it. The virginity of the Boy-Who-Had-Lived-Not-Once-But-Twice for him to take! What a present indeed!
“Okay, but then maybe you’d better lie on your front, it’d be more comfortable for you.”
Harry turned around and rested his head on his crossed arms. Severus laid down beside him. He started caressing Harry’s buttocks lovingly. Then he slipped a lubricated finger between the cheeks and started circling the boy’s opening. Harry sighed in pleasure. Then, Severus carefully pushed a finger in. He started pushing the finger in and out of him, losening the tight opening. Harry moaned and asked for more. The finger left for a moment and Harry groaned at the loss but then it came back with a friend and it was oh so good. The fingers were stretching him and caressing his insides and then they brushed against something and Harry gasped at the lighting of pleasure coursing through him.
“Oh God, Severus....oh, please please, do that again.”
By the time Severus had three fingers in, Harry was moaning continuously and begging for Severus to take him, please, oh please, I need you now...
Severus nibbled at Harry’s hear and whispered sensually, “I think you’re ready now.”
Severus took his fingers out and quickly applied a generous amount of lubrication on his throbbing cock. Harry moaned at the loss but the the fingers were replaced with something much bigger and god it hurt but at the same time it was so good, so perfect, so what he needed and he pushed back until Severus was in to the root, balls slapping against his cheeks. They both stilled for a moment; Harry to get accostumed to the new slightly burning sensation and Severus to get himself under control and not slam into the tight ass around him. Then he drew back almost completely and pushed back in and it was ectasy like he’d never known so he did it again, and again, and again...and they were both panting and Harry pushed back to meet every thrusts and oh, it’s so good, oh, yess, please, Severus, again, harder...So Severus started fucking him in earnest, rubbing against Harry’s pleasure gland with each thrust and he was so close to coming, it was just too good and he reached around for Harry’s cock and started stroking it, once, twice and the combined pleasure of the cock slamming inside him and the hand on his cock made Harry explode on Severus’ hand. As Harry’s orgasm washed through him, Severus rammed back in once last time and came so hard, biting at Harry’s neck while shooting his semen deep inside his lover.
They both regained conciousness a few minutes later. They disentangled themself and Severus realised what mess they were both in, covered in lube and semen and sweat. Even if he was really tired and only wanted to cuddle and sleep with his newfound lover, Severus didn’t want to wake up all sticky and dirty in the morning. He slowly got up.
“What are you doing?,” Harry mumbled sleepily as he felt his lover get up.
“I’m gonna get a washcloth to clean up our mess. I’ll be back in a minute,” Severus said softly and headed toward the bathroom.
Severus cleaned himself up quickly. When he was done, he took a minute to look at himself in the mirror. Yes, he was still the same man as before. So why did he feel so different, more....complete. In all his life, nothing hd made him feel so good. For the first time, he could almost say he was happy. He picked up a wet flanel and went back to Harry.
But when he arrived in the living room, he found it empty. Harry had apparently gathered his things and left without saying goobye. Severus was suddenly filled with anger against the boy but even more against himself. For giving in so easily but mostly for letting himself believe that he could ever be happy, with the Boy-Who-Lived, nothing less! He felt so stupid, so naive.The young man had obviously came here out of sheer pity and then had regretted it as soon as it was over and left without a word.
Luckily, the boy would probably be too ashamed to tell anybody. BeCause Severus didn’t ignore that that if their little encounter came to the hears of the Board of Governors, he would be sacked, no matter how much Albus loved him.
And then, Severus’ anger abruptly turned into an unbearable sadness. Now, he just felt empty and lonely. Never would he touch Harry again, never would he see those green eyes clouded with passion for him. He picked up his clothes scattered everywhere around and headed for his bedroom. He knew sleep would elude him that night and he’d just be left thinking and replaying again and again the events of the night in his head, but still.
In his bedroom, he didn’t bother turning up the light and just threw his clothes in a corner and climbed in bed.
When arms came around him and a soft head went to lie on his shoulder, Severus almost jumped out of his skin.
“What took you so long?,” asked a sleepy voice somewhere around his chest.
Severus was too stunned to think of an excuse that wouldn’t make him look like such a fool, so he settled on telling the truth.
“Well, I...I went to the bathroom and when I came back in the living room...you weren’t there anymore....so I thought...”
Harry lifted his head so they were eye to eye.
“You thought I’d left? Just like that?” he asked increduously.
At first, Harry felt hurt that Severus thought he would do something like that. But then he realised Severus had received precious little kindness in his life and wouldn’t take anything that seemed natural for Harry as granted. He leaned to place a small kiss on Severus’ lips. The gesture wasn’t passionnate like a few hours ago, but it was sweet and full of affection, like a promise of good things to come for them. Harry drew back and nestled his face in the crook of the older man’s neck. He breathed deeply in the musky scent of his lover.
“Don’t beleive you’ll get rid of me that easily. I’m here to stay,” Harry assured him softly, voice a bit muffled.
Severus smiledand tightened his arms around the young man. They stayed like that for a few moments, Severus caressing Harry’s messy hair. Then an idea occured to him.
“Harry, how did you know it was my birthday? It’s not like I advertised it, or anything,” Severus asked, perplex.
Harry, who had almost fallen asleep, yawned widely.
“Hmm hmm. Dumbledore told me,” he said sleepily.
“WHAT?”
“Well, he didn’t really tell me but he was talking about it with Professor McGonnagal and when he saw I’d heard, he winked at me. So I figured...”he trailed off.
Severus grumbled something souding like “...meddling old coot who can’t eep his nose out of others’ lives...”
Harry chuckled and then yawned again. “Are we done talking now? Cause I have a Potions class in the morning and my teacher’s really a bastard so he’ll probably give me a hundred years worth of detention if I fall asleep during his class,”Harry said, smirking slightly.
“Impertinent brat,” Severus said softly. “Go to sleep, now.”
“Hmm,”he murmured. “G’night Sev and happy birthday.”
“Goodnight Harry.”
As he laid there, listening to Harry’s soft breathing, Severus thought. Even if he wasn’t fighting for life everyday anymore, he was quite well that way. Yes, he’d be content with what he had from now on. Particularly if it was Harry.
As he fell in a deep and dreamless sleep, Severus realised it really was the best birthday he’d ever had. He’d have to thank Albus later.
The End.