For Cybele - a Harry/Snape challenge

[icarus]

cybele_san, the brilliant writer of 'If You Are Prepared' and 'Quill and Ink' is leaving us for a time.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to post a Harry/Snape fic, ficlet, drabble, anything on your livejournal in the next few days for cybele_san.




The gravel crunched under their feet as they returned from the Auction. Severus had his damned Cursed watch. At a ridiculous price, considering that no one could ever touch it.

A sudden horrifying thought occurred to Harry.

"Severus. How many cursed items… are there — is there more than just that Cursed Harp lying around the house?"

Severus was silent.

"How many?"

"More than one."

Harry choked, and laughed nervously.

Severus ignored his response, as his eyes misted over. "I've been looking for a Grindelwald for years. I'm certain Dumbledore knows where I can lay my hands on one. He defeated the bastard after all. But he always changes the subject!"

Grindelwald? A cursed object from Grindelwald lying about the kitchen. Wouldn't that be just the thing. Thank god Severus never got close to that Dark Wizard. Another horrifying thought occurred to Harry. Oh no… he couldn't. He wouldn't. Harry was afraid to ask, but he had to.

"Is there anything of Voldemort's?"

"Yes."

Harry stopped cold. "Damn it, Severus! Where is it?"

Severus turned to Harry. "On my bloody fucking arm, you idiot!"

"Oh." Harry didn't know if he should be relieved, though he was. "Right."

"Severus, I wish you would stop buying this shit. We have enough danger in our lives without deadly cursed about."

"Danger keeps me on my toes. That watch should prove a fine challenge for a little curse-breaking. Mikady was one of the nastiest dark wizards of the fifteenth century. They don't make them like they used to."

They arrived at their tiny house. Under the street lamp, Harry's eyes were wide with disbelief. "It goes. Now."

"My, I didn't know you cared…" Then Harry caught the mischievous note in his voice and realised he was being teased. Harry gave me a sloe-eyed, mournful look, and Severus relented.

"…infertility. That cursed watch causes infertility," Severus explained. They continued up the walkway to their front door. Severus had to duck the awning on the front porch. "Hardly a concern of mine. I'm surprised at you, Harry. You should have more respect for me than that. After all, needless, hare-brained risks are your department."

Harry's eyes sparkled at him. "Just so we have that clear."

He slid his arm under Severus' cloak and around his waist. Earlier Severus hadn't wanted to… he reached around the front, still unsure, but he felt an answering hardness and Severus didn't stop. Despite the fact this was a little more public than he liked. Harry was relieved.

"Don't you trust me?" Severus smirked. He leaned back against the door, hand still on the doorknob. His breath misted about them. Harry leaned over and pressed his lips against his, silky and shockingly hot in the cool evening mist, and let the heat build between them. The door alone held their weight. Harry felt the firm play of Severus' chest as he edged closer.

"Should I?" Harry answered, finally.

Severus' hands threaded through Harry's hair, he devoured his lips and then breathed, "Generally… no." His smile broadened under the kiss and Harry started thinking of a dozen different ways to get Severus' trousers off, but unfortunately, they all involved letting go.

Severus was way ahead of him. Harry heard the tinkling sound of his belt, the whipcord pull of it being removed. Felt the hands fumble at his zipper.

"Such foresight to not wear underwear today…" Severus murmured.

Laziness was not really foresight, but — yeah.

"On the porch, Severus?" Harry said. He wasn't shocked in the least; he was pretty used to being on display and frankly was so sick of it he didn't care anymore. But Severus hated public displays.

Severus said into Harry's neck. "The only reason you weren't dropped into a snowbank this morning is that I want the sight of you for myself."

"You can make even snowbanks sexy…"

"You writhing naked in a snowbank… for me."

Severus turned Harry around and slid his hands into his trousers.

"Gah —! Hey, your hands are freezing!" he squeaked. He could feel Severus smirk into the back of his neck, as he slid them further down. Harry yelped as the ice cold hands cupped his balls. A breath and shuddering surge of desire went through him, as he knew how Severus liked this.

"Oh. Oh, we're getting in front of a nice warm fire…" Harry could only hope. "C'mon," he whimpered helplessly and moaned, panting harder as Severus prolonged the torture.

"Say 'please', or I will fuck you right here and now. In front of all our delightful neighbors," Severus said through his teeth.

Harry stood stock still at that, and didn't say a word. Severus chuckled.

"Exhibitionist," he hissed into the back of his neck. Harry nipped the air and leaned back in Severus with a low gasp.

Severus stroked his hands down the inside of Harry's trousers, leaving his hard cock exposed to the air and anyone else for that matter. His shirttails worked their way loose, and cold air gusted up Harry's chest.

Then Severus cupped his arse, nibbled Harry's ears, and said in a low growl, "One of these days…" his hands slipped under the shirt; Harry gasped and arched at the tug on his nipple. "…I'm going to make good on that threat."

Harry laughed at him. "When it's not so chilly?"

Severus didn't answer that. "You will pay for every moment of your cheek," he advised, and spelled open the door for Harry. The fireplace lit automatically as they entered. It was one of Severus' set spells that Harry always meant to ask how to do.

Harry's eyes widened in a mixture of excitement and heady fear. "I've been very, very cheeky today, haven't I?" he urged.

Severus didn't answer, but Harry could practically feel the heat of his gaze as he took in Harry's rumpled shirt, open trousers, and eager face.

"On the couch."

Oh, it was going to be one of those nights. Harry silently blessed the day Severus yielded to him and let him buy a practical couch, one they didn't mind abusing a little. Everything else in the living room was a work of art, and twice as expensive. He sat on the cushions and started pulling off his trousers.

"No. Just pull them down."

Harry squirmed. He preferred to be fully naked. "But it's more comfortable…"

Severus' glance silenced the complaint. "Unbutton, but otherwise leave the shirt. Shoes and socks off."

Harry meekly pouted in a way he knew Severus found rather irresistible. It got the response he wanted; Severus leaned towards him and pulled the trousers down to his knees, hands ghosting over Harry's thighs in delicate, teasing strokes. Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Then Severus guided him to his hands and knees on the couch….



More tomorrow, I promise.


I'm sure Brodie won't mind sharing a little.

Comments

[salazaar.livejournal.com]

don't. stop. there.

Damn, I love your fics. Was rereading Hagrid's Hut and the S/H/R dreamfic yesterday and wowed all over again by how simultaneously smutty and yet sweet they are, without ever veering into fluff. You get into the mind of a teenage boy much better than most writers in the fandom.

*applauds*

Re-reading?

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

You re-read my stories? *blushes happily* Oh, that's highest compliment. And you like 'Unexpected Guest'? Every now and then I hear something about that story, but not much.

It's a funny thing. When you write PWPs, unless they are part of a larger plot, they are very rarely reviewed. I think they're such a guilty pleasure for most people that they read, read and sometimes re-read, but they don't take it past that point.

~Icarus