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a/n I always wanted to write one of those holiday fics with Easter at the top since most end up having someone with bunny ears, it’s so cute! Lol anyway this will be a short fic, just a few chapters and updated more regularly than my others since I plan to have it finished before Easter, enjoy.

GW/SS/FW

Severus Snape was livid!

“Why don’t we discuss this over a cup of tea my dear boy…”

“No no, absolutely not! I want those bloody bastards expelled!”

“Now, Severus…”

“Look what they did to me! Are you blind, deaf, and dumb!?”

Severus smirks in triumph as he watches Dumbledore frown in displeasure. “I know that you are in a slight predicament my dear boy but that is no excuse for taking such a tone with me.”

Severus rolls his eyes before plopping down in the chair that the Headmaster had been trying to get him to sit in for nearly half an hour now. Grunting in annoyance at all the sweets decorating the table Severus can feel his nose wrinkling in distaste before a carrot magically appears. Glancing up sharply at the Headmaster Severus glares at the man since he knew that the old coot was poking fun at him, trying to get him back for his earlier comment. But at that moment Severus doesn’t much care because, in the blink of an eye, the Slytherin Head of House snatches the carrot up before munching on the long orange vegetable happily, albeit begrudgingly.

“Now, Severus. You know there’s not much we can do about Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley except excuse them from the remainder of this week’s potion classes. Did you happen to get a sample of the potion?”

“Of course. I am a Potions Master not a bumbling Gryffindor school boy.”

Dumbledore doesn’t even bat an eye at the insult, instead the man takes a sip of his tea. “Would you like me to find someone to substitute your classes until you are…recuperated?”

Severus snorts before rising to his feet. “Of course not. I already have to deal with the simpering brats thinking Valentines Day is an excuse to act like love sick puppies. I will not have my class turn into a circus, no matter the fact that you’ve let those bloody house elves decorate it with red and pink hearts.”

Dumbledore’s blue gaze dances in laughter but the man gracefully keeps silent as his slender Potions’ Master stomps out of the Headmaster’s office in a swirl of ebony robes.

It had just hit noon and already Severus was having an F day.

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It wasn’t even Valentines Day yet and Severus’ day is an F—a fucking fiasco. Snarling in rage Severus charges into his quarters, the thin man stalking through his living room and to the door that led to the loo before throwing the door open with more force than necessary. Stalking into the bathroom like a bat out of hell Severus doesn’t stop until he’s standing in front of the mirror and staring at his reflection.

“Bloody freaking hell.”

Severus’ stares with onyx eyes at his familiar reflection. His skin was as pale as ever and his hair was its usually inky black except, instead of being greasy the strands appeared like spun silk. Scowling the man tilts his head to the side, a small sigh of relief escaping his lips as his nose was it’s usually large self. Big as it may be it was one of the things that made him such an expert Potions’ Master. Indeed, besides the fact that Severus appeared to have shed ten years from his features, the man was all but the same. Or at least…almost.

Jerking away from his reflection Severus stomps out of the room, or at least he wished to stump but his steps were fleeting, the man’s walk moreso of a prance as he enters his dark potions’ lab. It was lunch time, with most of Hogwarts residents residing in the Great Hall as they ate their meal though Severus knew that a few of his students, mostly Ravenclaws and Slytherins, were probably in the library studying for the next class period.

Uplifting his wand and casting an incendio Severus aims the spell at the candles in the room, lighting one after another until each candle is aflame with flickering red and yellow light. Pocketing his wand Severus stalks over to a well used cauldron. Severus can feel his ears twitch for some unknown reason, and frowning slightly at the odd feeling the thin Potions’ Master quickly slips his potion stained fingers into the folds of his ebony robes. When the man’s slender digits wrap around a glass vial Severus pulls it free.

It seemed surreal in an odd sort of fashion that this light blue potion sparkling so innocently was the cause of his current predicament. Scowling in annoyance at the potion and the thought of Weasleys Severus angrily snatches the stopper off of the vial. Gasping sharply as Severus nose is assaulted the Head of Slytherin sneezes loudly, not once nor twice but three times in quick succession. Moaning softly in distress as Severus’ brain seems to be clouded over with what must be allergies the man hastily rubs his large nose with the back of his hand.

“Fucking hell!”

It’s in that moment that the Potions’ Professor realizes that both his hands are empty. Turning sharp black eyes down to the floor Severus groans loudly at the spilt potion. Muttering more curse words under his breath Severus quickly casts a repario, repairing the shattered glass vial and then returning the spilt liquid back into the vessel. Severus can feel his nose twitch again, another sneeze threatening to erupt from his nostrils. Snarling in rage the dark haired man slaps the cork back into the vial, and once the potion is once more covered Severus’ nose gratefully stops its excessive twitching.

Sharply turning on his heels Severus storms out of his potion’s lab in a rage. If any of his students had been around to witness the display the Potions’ Master is sure they would have fled in fear of losing house points, or worse. Snarling in rage again Severus once more enters his living room, and making his way to the large fireplace the Potions Professor grabs a handful of floo powder, the gangly man throwing the powder into the fireplace before sinking down to his knees in front of the now avada green flames.

“Headmaster Dumbledore’s Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.” After speaking the words Severus slips his head into the large fireplace.

“Ah, Severus my boy! It’s wonderful to see you again. Lunch has just finished and classes will be resuming in a quarter an hour.”

“I am well aware of when my time to teach the dunderheads begins.” Severus growls the words out but the man’s usual malice is missing. Severus can see the Headmaster cock a brow in a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Is everything alright Severus?”

“Albus I think…well, you will have to cancel the rest of my classes for today.”

“Severus?”

“You may also want to locate a substitute Potions Professor—”

“Severus, what is going on?”

Severus sighs tiredly before running a hand over his ragged features. “I’ve just discovered another unsavory side effect of that damnable potion, besides these ridiculous ears of course.”

Severus can see the Headmaster open his mouth, then close it just as quickly, perhaps faltering over his words, but when the man does speak Severus wonders if he’s imagined the whole thing since Dumbledore’s voice is its eternal jovial self. “Surely this side effect is not worse than the physical one, though of course I find you very cute with those ears of yours.”

Severus grimaces. “During the lunch period after leaving your office I decided to return to my quarters as you can well see since I wish to make leeway with an antidote to the Weasley twins’ insufferable potion, naturally as soon as possible. Unfortunately, once opening the vial I found myself unable to function in my full capacity since my nose seems to be as sensitive, if not moreso than my ears.”

“Ah, I see…” There is a short silence before Dumbledore continues. “Do you believe it just the one potion or all potions in general?”

“Without the use of myself as a guinea pig I would conjecture that it’s all potions. I am sure it’s the fact that most potions are concentrated. Even when I was in your office the smell of all those insufferable sweets of yours was close to maddening but to be confronted with a vial of potion is daunting, let alone a room full of students preparing such things. I will need to speak with Filius, perhaps he knows a few charms that can dampen the senses. If not you shall have to search for a substitute teacher, though no matter what Filius says my classes for today are canceled.”

“Of course, my dear boy! Do not worry about a thing. I will send Filius an owl. Just you wait in your quarters and I will have him down in a jiffy!”

Severus lips purse at Albus over enthusiasm. “After his classes though. I will not have him setting a bad example for the students. I know that they will already be unruly today given that I am canceling my classes, at least until the morrow.”

“Yes yes, of course my dear boy. Do not worry your pretty little head. I will speak with Filius, you just relax.”

In the next moment Dumbledore’s head disappears out of the fireplace and Severus jaw is slack from shock. Not only had the Headmaster called him cute but pretty as well. Wondering if the old coot had finally gone off the deep end Severus shakes his head, the man’s ears twitching as he does so before the gangly figure once more rises to his feet. Sighing as he does so Severus drags his hand over his face once more before turning in a flurry of robes, heading towards his private office for a bit of grading. Smirking as the man mind flits over to the stack of Potions’ essays and to his vial of red ink Severus feels himself growing giddy with a happiness that can only be achieved by the thought of scrawling insults across the pages of the man’s unfortunate students.

Throwing his office door open Severus already feels his mood growing a bit lighter, even if the sound of the door smacking into the wall and then slamming close just as forcibly does have the man’s ears twitching uncontrollably and Severus’ thighs tingling as the urge to dart away infuses his limbs. Gritting his teeth with the effort of restraining himself the Potions’ Professor takes slow, measured steps to his desk, dark ebony robes brushing against the sturdy wood as the tall figure rounds the large thing before setting down in his decidedly uncomfortable chair.

Severus was not a man of excess, not in concern to anything but his robes and potion ingredients. All the years that the Slytherin had worked as a teacher the man had saved up more than enough money to purchase a more comfortable chair with but the dark-haired Potions’ Master refused. The hard uncomfortable wood of the chair actually aided him greatly when grading homework. Indeed Severus took special care to grade his Slytherin’s essays in his sitting room where the furniture was much more welcoming.

Grimacing as the rough wood seems to bite into Severus’ bony arse the man scowls fiercely at the homework. Severus decides to start marking Hufflepuff first since their mundane drivel always caused his lip to curl with derision. At least with the Gryffindors their idiotic boldness was sometimes found amusing though Severus would never dare admit such a thing to anyone but himself, and only then silently.

The silence in the room is comforting, and as the man’s elegant red scrawl continues to paint the parchment of one student after another Severus’ erect ears gradually begin to lower, their fluffy softness resting against the silken strands of his hair. Smirking triumphantly as he finishes the last of the Hufflepuff stack Severus eagerly moves onto Gryffindor, the man already anticipating turning the lot of their parchments red with ink.

After finishing giving out half a dozen Dreadfuls Severus dips his quill back into his bottle of ink, the man already prepared for the next essay with the quill’s tip pressed to the page. It takes a few seconds however for Severus’ brain to register exactly what it was reading since being subject to stupidity for the last hour or so.

Blinking, and then blinking again Severus absently places his quill down as his dark eyes read over each and every line of the parchement. “…indeed the addition of murk wood would need to be removed from the potion…” Severus snorts, the man prepaired to write something scathing but the next words written catch him by surprise. “…and replaced with alpine needles. This will ensure that the potion remains stable, however it will more than double the length of the potions’ effect.”

Mister Weasley, as true as this may be the effects of the potion however will not be even and if one where to say, make a hair coloring potion, the effect of using such a would have a spotting effect, therefore rendering it of no use. Poor.

As Severus places the essay to the side and moves onto the next one the man knows he’s graded the paper more harsh than usual. If it where one of his Slytherins the man would have given it an E, even if it was any other Gryffindor besides Fred or George Weasley then Severus would have given the paper an A but just the thought of those two bloody redheads has Severus’ ears twitching irritably. Though, as unfair as he may have been in his grading it wasn’t as though what the Weasley had said was something of great discovery, for indeed any capable Potions’ Master was aware of the effects of switching murk wood with alpine needles. It was only the fact that the small technique was not known by many outside of the field of receiving their Mastary since the effects of replacing murk wood with alpine needles was always a failure. The potion in question, though of course it must be one with a murk wood base, would never model the full capacity of one’s desires. Really, trying alpine needles was something almost every Potions’ Master or Mistress has done, however, common though it may be among Severus’ peers it was not something that a secondary school student would know. It was a hypothesis for those working on experimental potions. Experimental potions was most definitely not for secondary students.

Dipping his quill once more in the crimson ink Severus prepares himself to give the other Weasley twin a matching grade but, once more, Severus’ movements falter as his eyes glance over the last few lines of George’s essay. “…and though alpine needles does not give the average Potions’ Master or Mistress the desired effect it does however, in concerns to hair dye, create a fun little potion that, if tempered correctly, will put hearts, strikes, polka dots, or even the British flag in the recipients hair, wouldn’t you agree Professor?”

Severus scowls at the paper, the man already seeing identical smirks on the lips of both Weasleys as they thought to best him with the knowledge of their foolhardy experiments. Really, whatever was the use of such a mundane potion? It was not even worth brewing. With that thought in mind Severus scrawls those exact words across the bottom of the Weasley’s paper though the man does add a few more at the end: Though you and your brother may have a slight…affinity for potions the two of you have never taken it with serious consideration outside of idiotic potions for your own amusement and it is in that area where your grades suffer. Acceptable.”

Severus almost shocks himself when he finishing writing the A on the page, though even moreso as the man retrieves the previous essay from before, slashing an X across the previous grade befor replacing Fred’s essay with an A as well. Shaking his head and sighing Severus wonders if he’s gone off the deep end as surely Albus already had. This thought however is not entertained for long because, as the man lowers the tip of his quill to the next essay in line an insistent pounding of what could only be a fist upon wood is heard.

Finally, Severus thinks to himself as he lowers the quill and rises to his feet. It must be Filius. Exiting his private office Severus’ dark robes swirl around his booted feet, even if the man didn’t currently have an audience. The pounding sounds again and Severus glares at the door, wondering if the diminutive Professor was afraid that the sound of his knocking would be in exact reference with the man’s obvious short stature.

“Ah, Filius, I have been expecting you.” Severus words are light but the man’s presence was foreboding as he stands tall and menacing in his doorway, a pale hand still resting on the metal doorknob and inky black eyes trained on the small Professor.

Severus is surprised however when the man doesn’t squeak as usual when in the Potions’ Professor’s presence. Instead Severus can see the brown eyes grow wide and a bright red flush infusing the man’s cheeks. “Sev…Sev, Sev’rus! I mean Severus, how are you today? Everyone was worried when you didn’t show up for lunch.”

Severus rolls his eyes before gesturing the man in, still confused however about why the man was blushing like a second year school girl who had just discovered her first crush. “Do come in, Filius. I do not want to fuel the gossip meal when students begin to wonder why you where loitering outside of my quarters gawking like an awestruck first year.”

“Er…yes yes, of course Severus.”

Severus brows fly into his hairline as the short Professor scurries in Severus’ quarters, the man suddenly having a great likeness to a mouse. Most people, besides Dumbledore of course, where weary to even look into Severus’ chambers, let alone enter them. Leading the man over to a sofa Severus takes a seat opposite him, the man relaxing back into the plush leather armchair as he crosses his ankles, one leg over the other.

“Based on how you cannot seem to turn your eyes away from me I am guessing that the Headmaster did not see fit to warn you about my slight change in appearance.”

“What?” Filius asks? The man sounds a bit dazed. “Oh! No, no he did not though he did mention that there had been a potion’s accident in one of your earlier classes…”

“Yes.” Severus waves the man’s words away. “I am sure you are well aware of this as is the whole school. The gossip meal must be all but bursting with the news though not as much as the students over the thought of their Potions’ Professors demise.”

Severus watches Flitwick squirm in his seat uncomfortably with no due amount of interest though it did amuse the man that the Charms Professor didn’t even deny Severus’ words. Of course the whole school would celebrate if Severus perished from the horrible effects of some potion or another. His Slytherins may feel differently however though they would never drop a tear over anyone, at least not in public.

“Would you like a cuppa?” Severus asks Filius, just to break up the silence. It wasn’t as though Severus wished to be hospitable but the Potions’ Professor was indeed in need of the Charms’ Professors help and even though Severus would have taken great pleasure out of making the man squirm just a bit more Severus knew that his momentary satisfaction was not greater than his need for some form of obscure charm.

“Ah no I am, I am fine Severus.” Severus idly wonders if the man’s robes are a bit too tight. Perhaps the little Professor was stuffy under their thick layers since the bright flush on his cheeks had yet to cease. “Is the effect of the potion merely physical?”

Severus grunts in annoyance before settling back in his chair. “No, it is not. I find both my hearing and my sense of smell more acute. Indeed it is to the point where I will not even be able to safely teach a Potions’ class since all the different smells are overwhelming on the senses.”

Filius nods his head in understanding before scooting to the edge of his seat and leaning across the table, the distance between the two Professors cut by more than a half. Glancing up at Severus from beneath his glasses the Charms’ Professor’s eyes appear larger due to the magnifying effect of the glass, and if it where not for the mustache on the man’s face and the lines of maturity etched into his skin Severus is sure that the small man would have appeared no older than a first year.

Suddenly, for no reason at all Severus pulse quickens, the Slytherin’s hair standing on end and his ears flying in the air as the urge for fight of flight penetrates his mind. Though the feeling wasn’t odd as it was one the Professor has experienced on more than enough occasions it was however one that he had never felt in the Charms Professor’s presence. Though the man was a Master of Charms his slight stature always made those around him comfortable since almost everyone underestimates the petite Professor.

Without warning Filius dives across the table. With hex now, ask questions later as his motto Severus has his wand out in a second, the tip of which is pointed in Filius’ direction. Yet the Charms Professor is even quicker than Severus, and before the Slytherin can utter an incantation the small Professor is beneath Severus robes.

“What in the world…” Severus growls out in shock. The Charms Professor was much too close for Severus to safely use a spell without hexing himself since the Filius was beneath his robes. Growling once more at the indignity of it all Severus is however shown in the next moment that his definitely of indignity is much too light before was that fingers that Severus felt on his fly?

Gaping in shock at the odd situation he found himself in Severus remains frozen. Filius takes that as consent since a second later the Professor has Severus trousers around his thighs. “What are you doing?” Severus gasps out in shock, and wondering if he’s imagined the whole thing Severus quickly hikes his robes up. When the dark fabric is pooled around his waste Severus can clearly see the small Professor.

“You are so beautiful, Severus…” The words barely penetrate Severus brain as Filius yanks Severus’ underwear down with more force than Severus would have thought the small man capable.

“Filius! Stop this nonsense at once!”

Severus surmises that the Charms Professor is blatantly ignoring him because not a second later Severus feels a warm wetness around his prick. Almost dropping his wand in shock Severus forcibly tightens his slender fingers around the sturdy wood, aiming the tip once more at the Charms Professor. A series of nasty hexes was on the man’s lips but feeling Filius’ tongue curl around his tip Severus’ whole body jerks in pleasure. Tightening his left hand around his armchair Severus moans softly. Not only was Severus’ prick quivering from Filius’ unexpectedly skilled tongue but so was Severus’ ears and, squirming in his seat, Severus could even feel his tail twitching as well.

“Filius.” The man’s name does not leave Severus’ lips as he had intended, the word another cry of pleasure. Tightening his fingers a bit more around the chair Severus is forced to admit to himself that, after all the years of abstinence, the Potions’ Professor must be sex starved, because instead of hexing Filius within an inch of his life Severus drops his wand, the slender fingers of his right hand wrapping in the short strands of Filius hair as way of silent encouragement.

Severus can feel Filius’ lips curve, and drawing back Filius casts his brown-eyed gaze in Severus’ direction before speaking. “Do you like, Severus?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Severus growls out, the man’s ears twitching with annoyance as he glares down at the small Professor. Filius stumbles over a few words before hastily wrapping his lips back around Severus’ thick shaft.

Arching his hips Severus pushes more of himself down Filius’ throat, moaning at the incredible feeling of his cock being enveloped by the warm wetness. Feeling Filius go deeper Severus wraps his other hand in the man’s hair, the Potions’ Master’s hips raising higher as he pushes down, a low groan of pleasure slipping past Severus’ thin lips.

Filius chokes around Severus’ cock, and feeling the man’s throat constricting around him has Severus nails biting into Filius’ scalp, the Potions’ Professor’s head thrown back in pleasure. Severus can feel his toes curing in his boots, and groaning once more Severus is sure he sees stars as he cums in the back of Filius’ throat.

Unable to swallow fast enough Filius chokes, the man’s chest heaving after he manages to yank his head free of Severus’ hold. Wheezing for air Filius coughs a few more times, cum dribbling down the man’s chin as he glances up at Severus’ from over the rim of his spectacles.

“You got my rug dirty.”

Filius looks down to where Severus was indicating, and on the rich tapestry of the rug the man can see two large gallops and a few speckles of semen. “You caught me by surprise, I wasn’t prepa—”

“Get out.”

Filius blinks before hastily rising to his feet. “What about that charm you where looking for?”

“I said get out.”

“But…” Filius was grasping for straws now, the man wilting beneath Severus’ fierce glare. “I er…I sucked you off Severus. It would only be fair for you to return the favor.”

“Get the hell out before I cut off your bullocks and shove them down your throat! If you ever try to proposition me again I’ll hex your bloody arse back into the Dark Ages.”

Filius scrambles out of the room, and Severus can hear the man whimper to himself before the Potions’ Professor aims a spell at the wizard’s arse, voice sharp as he hisses the spell that has the door to his chambers closing with a deafening bang. Cursing to himself as he quickly replaces his underwear and trousers Severus hastily pushes his robes back down over his knees before plopping back in the chair.

“Bloody hell,” Severus whispers to himself, dragging a pale hand over his features. “I am definitely sex starved.”

Severus closes his eyes, groaning to himself as his mind runs back to the last few minutes with Filius. Really, it was not as though the Professor had never been propositioned before but the man had always turned the pursuer down with a few scathing words and a well placed hex when necessary, or sometimes when not.

What an F day.

Tbc…
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