9th May 2007 Exchange Entry - Worth Remembering
FIC FOR: peppermint_art
FROM: queenrissa
TITLE: Worth Remembering
PAIRING: Harry/Severus, slight George/Harry
RATING: NC17
WARNINGS: rimming, slight angst
SUMMARY: Severus deals with having forgotten what happened during a one night stand.
DISCLAIMER: The world of HP and it's characters belongs to Rowling. The author of this fic has borrowed them for the purposes of storytelling. No profit was or will be made.
AUTHOR/ARTIST NOTES (if any): Right, this is my first exchange, first sex scene, but not my first fic. I hope it's not horrible or anything.
Worth Remembering
His head was pounding, yet even through the din he immediately sensed that he was not alone in his bed. Keeping his eyes closed and breathing even so as not to awaken his company, he mentally reviewed his actions from the evening before. He had gone to the Hogs Head to drink once the silence of his rooms had become unbearable. He had been sitting in his usual corner, nicely numb and inebriated when... . Potter had entered the establishment and, against all odds, joined him at his table. What he remembered of their conversation consisted of just a few snippets, not enough to fully comprehend how he ended up in bed, with, he deduced, Potter. Harry Potter.
In bed with Harry Potter, hell naked in bed with Harry Potter. Naked, with an aching ass and in bed with Harry Potter. Now that was completely unexpected. Never had the thought even come close to wandering through his mind, yet apparently that didn't stop it from happening. His aching, long unused muscles informed him exactly what had occurred, as well as who had done what. The ghost of a memory, lips on his, the feel of another man's weight over him as they had done... it. That was how he was going to refer to this situation, it. He opened his eyes and looked over at his bedmate and confirmed his earlier deduction. Now he just needed to extract himself from the warm arms and legs intertwining his, without losing what dignity he had left... ..
"Potter!"
"Sev'rus," came the tired response. Weary eyelids lifted slowly, a glimpse of green peering out, "Somethin' wrong?"
"That depends on the speed you use to remove yourself from my person" Snape sneered. He looked down his nose at the widening green display, face half hidden by the pillow beneath it. Potter's mouth opened slightly at the tone and expression displayed on his bedmates face.
Potter looked at him blankly. "Why do you want me to, um, remove myself from your person?"
"I believe that answer to be self evident. You are currently splayed over my body for reasons I do not want to consider and your current bodily position is not one I will tolerate much longer."
Potter leaned up and over Snape's chest. "Shall I remind you why I'm, ah, splayed over your body? You really enjoyed my body's position over yours last night". He took his fingers and lightly rubbed against Snape's nipples, sending quite unwelcome flushes of heat through his body.
Snape pulled himself away from the questing hand and glared down at Potter as he looked up at him with surprise. "Get out" he hissed. "I do not want you here and shall do all I can to forget the circumstances which led to you being in my bed." Snape started to turn and reached for his robe.
"What the hell has come over you Snape? You weren't acting like this last night!" Potter jerked his body up and scrambled over the other side of the bed, the obviously well used mattress between them an acceptable barrier. Potter glared at Snape, seemingly unconcerned with his own nudity.
"Obviously I was not in my right state of mind," Snape snarled as he yanked on the cords holding his robe together. "Whatever it was that you wanted you've obviously already taken. Now get out."
Potter looked at him, one eye twitching. "What exactly do you mean whatever I wanted? How much do you remember from last night?"
"I remember all I need to remember Potter. This discussion is over and if you remain in my presence another moment longer, I will not be held accountable for my actions."
"Fine," Potter ground out. Snape glared at him as Potter began to pick up and dress himself with pieces of his clothing from the floor, ignoring the incoherent mutterings from the younger man. His cloak hanging over his shoulder, Potter turned around to face Snape and said plainly, "I'm leaving; you won't have to concern yourself with my body again."
Turning around, Potter walked out the door, leaving it open so that Snape could watch his progress out of his chambers.
* * * * *
Another year had come and gone at Hogwarts. Aside from the inevitable cauldron explosions, irritating children and that one incident with Potter a couple of months back, it had not been a horrible year. That incident with Potter. Since Potter had left that morning, Severus had purposefully not thought about what had happened, not that he remembered much anyway. Not that he wanted to remember, better to leave it as a lesson learned. Don't drink to excess outside of the protection of his dungeon. Besides, Potter probably didn't do it right anyway, which would be why he couldn't remember. Not that he wanted to remember. Nope, he didn't want to remember the chain of events which led to an ache in his ass and a Potter in his bed. To remember would achieve nothing, no it was better that he forgot.
Severus looked out over the ending feast taking place before him, watching those who would no doubt forget everything he had attempted to teach them these past years. It was only four years ago when he had looked down and seen Potter talking during his fifth year ending feast... . better not to think of that. He did not want to remember.
"Severus, what's making you so contemplative today?"
"Minerva, I'm just considering how I am going to spend this summer" Severus lied smoothly. "After all, this is the first summer I have to spend as I wish, without outside interference" He looked at her pointedly.
Minerva looked at him over her spectacles and cup of tea. "I know that you have felt, obligated, to spend your summers either here or at Spinners End, making potions for the school, as well as how difficult you've had it the last couple of years... ." She trailed off.
Severus looked up at her sharply from his plate. "Minerva, we are not going to have this discussion again, especially here. I am not going to spend the only opportunity I have to experience some sort of freedom tethered to this school, either by location or obligation. You may be assured that, baring my death through some unforeseen circumstance, I shall return shortly before this school is overrun once again with ignorant and inept children."
"Now Severus," Minerva said with a smile in an obvious attempt to brighten the dark cloud over his head, "The children who pass through these halls have shown themselves to be very capable and valuable assets to the community. Just look at Harry... " For the second time in their conversation, Minerva trailed off. This time to watch in astonishment as Severus growled stood up and stalked out through the side door.
* * * * *
Severus sighed while he looked at the people walking by as he sipped his tea in front of Fortescues. Freedom, it turned out, meant that he now had to decide what to do. It had been so long where he didn't have one obligation or another that he was had a multitude of choices ahead of him, and yet he found himself without a thing to do. Traveling, although now available to him, was not feasible due to his financial situation. He could research and develop new potions, however since he worked with potions during the rest of the year, he would rather not. He had no interest in attending Quidditch matches, or any other sporting event. Muggle entertainment held no fascination for him, and he found it to be a waste of time. Even the music on the WWW did not sound pleasing to his ear. He had read all of his books at least twice, and The Daily Prophet was more concerned with the social interactions of a certain former student than anything else worthwhile... he really needed to cancel his subscription.
From where he was sitting, he could see the entrance of the Weasley twins' storefront, one of the most popular stores in Diagon Alley. He wasn't sitting here for that reason, simply because Fortescues was the only place with outside seating and Severus had decided that sitting in the afternoon sun would not cause the end of the world. 'Besides' he thought, 'might help disprove those vampire rumors which spread through each first year class.'
"Professor Snape?"
Severus looked up to see two men standing over him. "Mr. Weasley, Potter," he replied.
"Never thought I'd see you sitting here, although I've got to say, I'm kinda glad I did."
"What could possibly have occurred to have my presence a fortuitous
occurrence Mr. Weasley?" Severus glared up at Fred, or was it George. Potter just stood there, purposefully not looking at him.
"Well Professor, George and I are developing a gum which works sort of like polyjuice potion, only we can't get it to complete the change, know what I mean? It only changes their head, but not the rest of the body, and we can't figure out where we went wrong." Fred said after grabbing a chair from another table and sitting down. Potter just stood there, looking anywhere but at Severus. It was starting to get annoying.
"Mr. Weasley, am I given to understand that you are requesting my assistance with this..."
"Polyblow sir."
Severus sneered. "Polyblow. Considering the disquiet which followed you both in my classroom, how could you possibly think that I would assist you?"
"You're right sir, I should've never expected you to help us. Harry, you were right about him, let's go." Fred stood up and grabbed Potter's hand. Potter looked down at their joined hands.
"Yes, let's go Fred. Besides, I know something we could do that's a lot more fun than wasting our time on this old man." Potter said while stepping closer to Fred, closer than one normally would to anyone but a... then he kissed Fred. Snape turned away from the open display of affection, and took another sip of tea, keeping his eyes down at the cup until he heard their footsteps fade away. Then he looked up to see them walk into the store, still holding hands and smiling. Severus no longer felt the sun, the tea was bitter and it was time for him to go home.
* * * * *
Severus opened his eyes. It was one of those nights. Tossing and turning on the bed was doing nothing to relax his body and clear his mind. Realizing there was one course of action he knew would allow him to fall into a deep slumber; he reached into his bedside table and withdrew his jar of lubrication. Lying on top of the blankets, he opened the jar, and placed it beside him on the bed. Closing his eyes, he let his mind conjure images of the men he'd seen recently on the streets of Diagon Alley. Remembering a nicely muscular man who had passed him during his last trip, he brought his image to the forefront of his mind.
He started to run his hands over his stomach, working his way up to his nipples. The sensitive nubs hardened quickly as he ran his fingers over them lightly. He felt the veins in his groin heat up and his cock twitched at the sensation. Keeping one hand on his left nipple, he trailed the other down towards his hardening cock. Lightly brushing it with the back of his hand, his fingers continued their downward path until he felt the soft hair around his balls. He let his fingers curl around them, slightly squeezing their heavy, satisfying weight. The hand on his nipple moved down his stomach, touching his cock with his fingers and just the right amount of pressure. Not soft enough to tickle, and not too hard, practiced moves which brought his cock to its fully erect state. His mind attempted to convince him that it was the dark haired beauty in his bed, fingers trailing on his cock, rolling his balls just so. Unconsciously, the face of the man in his mind got younger. His fingers encircled his cock, throbbing now with pleasure as he envisioned the now messier haired man before him. His hand, now fully around his cock began to move upwards, towards his leaking slit. Grasping his hard cock with his hand, he used his thumb to swirl the liquid around the head of his cock, the slick feeling increasing his arousal. He withdrew his hand for a moment to gather some lube in his hand, he then wrapped it around his cock and he started to move his hand up and down, twisting when his hand reached the head, varying his technique as he knew he liked it.
His imaginary lover now had his hot, wet mouth working his cock. Severus closed his eyes, using his excellent sense of smell to inhale the hint of his arousal which reached his nose. The hand on his balls deserted them just long enough to dip a finger in the jar. Using the hand around his cock to hold it to the side, he moved his lubricated finger down to that spot just behind his heavy balls, stroking it up and down, but it wasn't his hand, it was the tongue and mouth feeling so good. He moved the lubricated finger back some more to circle around his hole. He turned his head to the side and moaned as he felt the finger slip a little in. The feeling of that finger playing with his asshole, and the hand pumping his cock, he knew he couldn't take much more. He started to thrust his hips upwards into one and, and down on the finger repeatedly. His breathing became labored and his moans louder. The dark head of hair was bobbing faster on his cock now, pulling out his orgasm. His toes curled as his balls started to tighten, his body awash in pleasure as he came, hand moving slowly to draw out each string of come, pulsing and satisfying.
As he lay on the bed, evidence of his completion drying on his stomach, he laid there with a blank mind. A wave of his wand and a cleaning charm later, he curled up and fell into a deep sleep, the image of an attractive, messy haired young man with green eyes fading from his mind.
* * * * *
Three days later, Severus found himself in Diagon Alley again, and with a purpose. He strode into Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes and walked right up to the twin behind the counter, sneer firmly in place.
"I have been given to believe that you are unable to find a solution to your failed Polyblow product."
"Well, yes, I did tell you that a few days ago. Why did you come back? Don't tell me you're here to help us." Fred had a mixture of confusion, fear and hope in his voice.
"I have decided that, for a percentage of any profits you make on this product, I will go over your notes and attempt to decipher where you went wrong."
"Brilliant! Let me get George and..." Fred paused and glanced briefly at the ceiling. "Actually, it would probably be better if you came back in, oh, a couple of hours."
"Mr. Weasley, contrary to popular belief, I do have a life outside of potions. If you truly want my assistance, then I would highly suggest that you get your brother and any notes you have made, for my expert opinion right now."
"Er, ok." Fred looked around and called to the back room. "Angela, can you watch the store for a moment?"
A young witch came out from the back room. "Sure thing Fred, I swear, you guys need to give him a.... oh, hello Professor." Snape nodded back to her and started to follow Fred through the side door.
"Um, I don't think you should come up here sir."
"Why not, this is where George and your notes are, am I not correct?"
"Er, yeah, but, trust me. Wait a few minutes before coming up."
"Fine Mr. Weasley." Severus stood by the door for approximately 30 seconds before following the younger man up the stairs. It was completely silent, which brought him to believe that a silencing charm was in place. Once he reached the top of the stairs, he opened the door to a sight he never expected to see.
George Weasley bent over the side of a bed with Potter thrusting away behind him.
Fred spoke urgently. "Guys, Snape is downstairs and he wants to see...."
"I think I've see quite enough Mr. Weasley," Snape sneered as he turned around and walked out the door.
* * * * *
It didn't matter. He didn't care. He suspected that Potter was with Fred, although part of him thought Potter had put on the display solely for his benefit, but George too? Did they take turns? Did the three of them have sex at the same time? Not that it matters. He didn't care. He doesn't care. He refuses to think about it. He refuses to try to remember.
* * * * *
The knock on his door the following day took him by surprise. That was nothing to the surprise that waited for him on the other side.
"Potter." Snape stood in the doorway, arms crossed, glare firmly in place.
"Why did you go back to the store?" Potter demanded.
"I explained to Mr. Weasley that for a percentage of their profits, I would be willing to assist them discover what was preventing their Polyblow from producing the desired results." Snape sneered. He didn't move an inch. "However, the display I was unwittingly exposed to has made me reconsider the possible arrangement."
"Why?"
"That, Mr. Potter, is none of your business."
"Actually, it is. I have a partnership with Fred and George..."
Snapes' eye twitched, "Yes, I believe I've seen more of your partnership than I cared to."
"What the hell business is it of yours? You made it clear that you wanted nothing from me, why the hell do you care if I bugger George?"
"You are correct in one thing, I want nothing from you. Now if you'll extricate yourself from my doorstep." Snape turned to close the door.
"I don't think so Snape. I deserve an explanation. First you kicked me out of your bed, and then when you see me fucking George, you run away. Why the hell are you being such a git!"
"Thank you Potter for coming to my door for the express purpose of insulting my person. Now leave." Severus glared at the man in front of him, anger really starting to set in. Potter was looking just as angry.
"No! Just because you regret what happened that night, doesn't mean you get to take it out on Fred and George." Potter was red with anger.
"That's right. Everything I do is because of you. And not just me, the whole world falls at your golden feet." Snape sneered.
"That is a load of hippogriff shit and you know it." Potter ground out, glaring up at Snape as he stood over him. "Fred 'n George have done nothing to you except ask for your help. You just can't see past the fact that I was fucking George. You know what Snape, get over it. You chose to push me out, so who I fuck is none of your business."
"You are quite correct in your vulgarity. Now leave." Snape turned around as though to go back inside.
"No, not until you agree to keep your word with Fred 'n George. You have a problem with me and I'm not leaving until you tell me what it is."
"Potter, tell the Weasleys that I will assist them, as long as you leave."
Potter grabbed his arm, heat seeping into his skin. "Let go of me." Snape said quietly, ice dripping from the words.
"Not until you look at me and tell me what the hell is your problem with me." Potter demanded. He was too close now. Snape turned his head and glared down at the younger man. "Well?"
Potter glared up at Snape. Snape glared down at Potter. Black and green eyes glittered with anger. Snape could feel each pulse of anger flowing through his veins. How dare Potter stand so close? Potter seemed closer than ever before, the flow of air against his face hot and moist. The anger and tension that had been building between the two of them on his doorstep crackled in the air. Snape could feel each heavy pulse of blood through his body.
It lasted but a moment, yet it was a moment which lasted a few seconds. It was a moment which lasted years.
Then there was a mouth on his, giving and taking just as harshly as his mouth was taking and giving. The smaller body pushed flush to his, causing him to lose his balance momentarily, stumbling backwards into the hall then against the banister. The door was slammed shut, and he wasn't certain who did it, and couldn't care less, as long as this didn't stop. Every bit of anger and tension was in this kiss.
Their mouths meshed together, hard. Snape opened his mouth and Harry's tongue slithered in. Snape gasped as he tried to pull that tongue in further. He wanted to swallow it, he wanted to be swallowed. He wanted. He wanted to drown and never forget this feeling. It was passionate, it was electrifying, it was, in a word, perfect.
Their mouths were not the only parts of their body getting reacquainted. His hands grasped urgently at Harry's shirt, desperate to feel the skin underneath. Harry had already pulled up his shirt and was starting to run his hand up as far as he could, barely able to graze his nipple, those previously unwelcome flashes of heat just increasing his arousal even further. He leaned back and Harry moved his mouth down to his neck, kissing and licking his way to that spot just below his ear which made him jut his hips forward, looking for the hard body in front of his.
"Up" Severus gasped. Harry lifted his head from where it was making his nerves sing and kissed the rest of his words away while his hands grabbed onto Severus' hips, pulling them into his, grinding his erection into the thigh of the other man. It felt so good to have that pressure, but he wanted more. He needed more. Severus tried to speak again.
"Bed" he managed to get out before kissing Harry with a hunger he had not felt in such a long time. He wanted to consume and be consumed. He didn't want this to end, the heat flowing through his body, his cock throbbing and begging to be released.
Harry, as though sensing his need, or perhaps simply acting due to his own, moved off Severus, pulling him up with him. Severus grabbed his hand and dragged the younger man up the stairs with him, not allowing the moment to go by without a few pauses on this step or another to kiss him. Once they reached to the top of the stairs, Harry molded his body against Severus against the wall and rocked his hard cock into Severus's thigh while pressing his hand against Severus' and stroking it through the tented fabric. Severus reached around and spun Harry against the wall, attacking his throat with his mouth, reveling in the moans which were drawn out, with other words gasped in between each moan.
"Sev'rus, ahh, missed this, so good. Fuck yeah."
Severus decided that they had better make it to their softer destination and soon, else they would end up fucking right against the wall, and really, their bits aren't made for that. Severus continued his oral attack on Harry's chest after he managed to remove the offending shirt. Such smooth hot skin with a trail of hair that made his mouth water; and Severus wanted to lick every inch. Meanwhile, Harry had also managed to remove Severus's robes and shirt, leaving him in just his trousers and socks.
Stepping back from the deliciously debauched body in front of him, Severus directed Harry to the bedroom door just a few feet away. Severus looked down at Harry, mesmerized by the lust in his eyes. Growling, Harry pounced on the potions master, pushing him back backwards towards the bed. Severus fell back onto the bed, lifted his head and watched as Harry proceeded to strip himself of each article of clothing. There was nothing graceful about it as Harry practically tore the clothes off his body. Severus reached his hands up to grasp at the naked flesh in front of him, moaning in frustration as Harry danced just out of reach.
"Oh no you don't," Harry teased. It amazed Severus how quickly they went from fighting to kissing, and now teasing. "We are doing this my way." Severus groaned as Harry cupped his hard cock through his pants again, this time moving it up and down slowly. Then he bent down and started to lick the nipple just in front of his face. Severus arched upwards into the mouth, heat flooding his senses as his cock throbbed. Harry moved to the other nipple, bringing more sensations of heat in his cock.
Licking down Severus's thin body, Harry started to undo the buttons on the trousers and Severus sighed in relief as his cock was freed from its confinement. Harry nuzzled his face into the stomach below him and pushed his tongue into the belly button repeatedly as his hands pushed down the pants recently undone. Harry sat up, moved his hands underneath Severus's arse and pressed upwards. Taking the hint, Severus lifted his hips and Harry removed his pants completely.
"God I want... " Harry said as he got on his knees. Looking Severus in the eye, he bent down and licked up the hard cock in front of him. Severus moaned at the sensation, getting louder as Harry continued to lick and massage the cock with his tongue. Harry leaned forward and sucked the head of the cock into his mouth, causing Severus to move his hips upwards, wanting more of that mouth around his cock. Harry continued to suck and move the cock in and out of his mouth, as his hand cupped and rolled the balls briefly, before running his finger slightly against the puckered entrance.
"Fuck yes, Harry, oohhh" Severus moaned his approval. He felt, rather than saw, Harry's grin around his cock. Lifting his head up, Harry opened his hand and said, "Accio lube." When nothing happened, he looked at Severus, the question clear.
"Accio Snape's Sensuous Solution" Severus said, smirking when a clear jar flew into his hand. "Seeing as I have the lube, I get to use it."
"Really? Cause I know a way to get you to give it to me." Harry smirked back. Then he bent down and swiped his tongue against the opening.
"Oh fuck" Severus moaned, his hand relaxing and dropping the lube on the bed.
"Turn over and I'll do this properly." Before the sentence was finished, Severus was already turning around and started to rub his cock on the sheets below it. Harry grabbed his hips to hold him still then moved to pull the ass cheeks apart, leaving the slightly pulsing hole open. He bent down again and started to lick at the ass and hole in front of him. Severus pushed his ass back into that sinfully talented mouth, deciding that he would do anything Harry asked. Harry reached up and grabbed the lube, all the while continuing to ream out that ass, sliding his tongue in and around the hole, sucking slightly on it. Severus was mindless with pleasure at this point, alternatively pushing back to the mouth, then thrusting forward to rub his cock on the sheet. A lubed up finger entered his ass with no resistance, so it was soon followed up by another. Twisting and thrusting, the fingers began to prepare him for Harry's cock, and god he wanted it. He needed it.
"Potter, if you don't fuck me right now, I will hex you to next week."
The fingers left him open and whining in disappointment and anticipation. Then he felt something bigger and slick at his entrance. "About fucking time," Severus growled as he pushed back, wanting that cock in him now. Harry pushed his cock in, sliding into that heat and moaned out, "Fuck, so good, so hot." Severus pushed back again and Harry, taking the hint, started to thrust in and out hard, his heavy breath on Severus's back as he leaned forward to kiss then bite lightly. He thrust in a few more times then pulled out.
"Turn over now," Harry said breathlessly. Severus turned over and was pulled to the end of the bed. With barely a pause, Harry lined his cock up to the ass it was just fucking and thrust home. Harry grabbed Severus's legs and leaned them against his shoulders, fucking Severus hard and now hitting that spot he knew would make Severus shudder.
Sure enough, Severus was now grunting with pleasure as that long cock kept brushing against his prostate. He looked up to watch Harry stare down, no doubt entranced with the sight of his cock going in and out of Severus's ass. Harry reached forward and started to stroke Severus's cock in time with his thrusts, a little rough.
"Fuck Severus" Harry panted, "this is... oh... fuck."
The sounds of sex filled the air. There was the slapping of balls against ass, creaking bed, panted breaths, moans, grunts and then there was the smell of sweat, precum and sex. Combined with the cock in his ass and the hand on his cock, Severus's senses became overwhelmed. His fingers clutched at the sheets beneath him, his toes curled and waves of absolute pleasure washed over him, causing his body to clench around the cock still thrusting inside. Harry moaned and thrust a few more times before he cried out in relief as he came.
Harry pulled out of Severus and collapsed on the bed next to him. Severus laid in bed with his eyes closed, letting the feeling of true satisfaction take hold.
"Severus?"
"Hmm."
"You aren't going to kick me out again, are you?"
"No, not this time Harry."
"Ok, good. Now budge over so I can get comfortable." Severus moved over slightly and wrapped his arm around Harry as he slid up next to him. As Harry's breathing settled down, Severus decided that if that missing night was anything like this, then he needed to try to remember. This is something that was worth remembering.
* * * * *
Epilogue:
Harry Potter walked into Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes and headed straight up the stairs.
"Hey guys, it worked perfectly." Harry grinned at his friends.
"We knew it would." Fred said.
"Although why" George started.
"You want that git" Fred continued.
"Is completely beyond us." they finished in unison. They looked at each other and grinned.
"I'm just glad you guys were on my side. Oh and Fred, thanks again. I hope Angela didn't give you too much trouble about that kiss the other day."
"Nah, she's pretty open minded. Besides, she knows you don't stand a chance, with me anyways." Fred turned and waggled his eyes at his brother.
"You know Harry, if you change your mind about Snape, you're always welcome back here." George said while sliding his arm around Harry's neck.
"Harry, you never really told us what happened that night."
"I didn't? Well, I had just spoken to Minerva about this coming school year, she wanted me to do DADA, and I told her I'd think about it. Anyway, I went to the Hogs Head for a drink, and Snape was there. Since he was the only person there I knew, I decided to sit and talk with him. Well, he was completely drunk."
"Snape drunk, oh the galleons I'd give to see that."
"Whatever Fred. So, we talked for a bit. He's actually really funny, er, when he's not talking about me anyway. Then this guy came up and started to hit on me, completely ignoring Snape."
"Well, yeah Harry. After all, you are just so adorable."
"Get your hands off my ass George, let me finish. Well, Snape got up in this guys face and tore him a new one. It was really funny, because he was swaying back and forth, defending my honor and then he said," Harry started to snicker, "that if 'anyone was going to have Potter's cock up their ass', it was going to him or no one." Harry was laughing completely now and wiped a tear away from his eye while Fred and George were looking at him in disbelief. "Then he said that he had earned the right because I'd been a pain in his ass in school, so why should I stop now."
Fred looked at George then back at Harry. "Ok, but if he was drunk, how'd you end up at his place?"
"After the other guy left, Snape grabbed me and kissed me... then he passed out. I had to help him back to his room. When we got back, he woke up and kissed me again. Guys, it was so hot, that I couldn't help myself. One minute we're kissing, the next minute we're fucking. Oh Merlin, the sex was so hot, I swear I came like, four times that night. Then when he kicked me out the next morning, well, you know the rest."
"Well mate, we're glad we were able to help. Now, about our Polyblow. Think ole Snape will look at it for us?"
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that. I'll just trade him. One blow for another."
FROM: queenrissa
TITLE: Worth Remembering
PAIRING: Harry/Severus, slight George/Harry
RATING: NC17
WARNINGS: rimming, slight angst
SUMMARY: Severus deals with having forgotten what happened during a one night stand.
DISCLAIMER: The world of HP and it's characters belongs to Rowling. The author of this fic has borrowed them for the purposes of storytelling. No profit was or will be made.
AUTHOR/ARTIST NOTES (if any): Right, this is my first exchange, first sex scene, but not my first fic. I hope it's not horrible or anything.
Worth Remembering
His head was pounding, yet even through the din he immediately sensed that he was not alone in his bed. Keeping his eyes closed and breathing even so as not to awaken his company, he mentally reviewed his actions from the evening before. He had gone to the Hogs Head to drink once the silence of his rooms had become unbearable. He had been sitting in his usual corner, nicely numb and inebriated when... . Potter had entered the establishment and, against all odds, joined him at his table. What he remembered of their conversation consisted of just a few snippets, not enough to fully comprehend how he ended up in bed, with, he deduced, Potter. Harry Potter.
In bed with Harry Potter, hell naked in bed with Harry Potter. Naked, with an aching ass and in bed with Harry Potter. Now that was completely unexpected. Never had the thought even come close to wandering through his mind, yet apparently that didn't stop it from happening. His aching, long unused muscles informed him exactly what had occurred, as well as who had done what. The ghost of a memory, lips on his, the feel of another man's weight over him as they had done... it. That was how he was going to refer to this situation, it. He opened his eyes and looked over at his bedmate and confirmed his earlier deduction. Now he just needed to extract himself from the warm arms and legs intertwining his, without losing what dignity he had left... ..
"Potter!"
"Sev'rus," came the tired response. Weary eyelids lifted slowly, a glimpse of green peering out, "Somethin' wrong?"
"That depends on the speed you use to remove yourself from my person" Snape sneered. He looked down his nose at the widening green display, face half hidden by the pillow beneath it. Potter's mouth opened slightly at the tone and expression displayed on his bedmates face.
Potter looked at him blankly. "Why do you want me to, um, remove myself from your person?"
"I believe that answer to be self evident. You are currently splayed over my body for reasons I do not want to consider and your current bodily position is not one I will tolerate much longer."
Potter leaned up and over Snape's chest. "Shall I remind you why I'm, ah, splayed over your body? You really enjoyed my body's position over yours last night". He took his fingers and lightly rubbed against Snape's nipples, sending quite unwelcome flushes of heat through his body.
Snape pulled himself away from the questing hand and glared down at Potter as he looked up at him with surprise. "Get out" he hissed. "I do not want you here and shall do all I can to forget the circumstances which led to you being in my bed." Snape started to turn and reached for his robe.
"What the hell has come over you Snape? You weren't acting like this last night!" Potter jerked his body up and scrambled over the other side of the bed, the obviously well used mattress between them an acceptable barrier. Potter glared at Snape, seemingly unconcerned with his own nudity.
"Obviously I was not in my right state of mind," Snape snarled as he yanked on the cords holding his robe together. "Whatever it was that you wanted you've obviously already taken. Now get out."
Potter looked at him, one eye twitching. "What exactly do you mean whatever I wanted? How much do you remember from last night?"
"I remember all I need to remember Potter. This discussion is over and if you remain in my presence another moment longer, I will not be held accountable for my actions."
"Fine," Potter ground out. Snape glared at him as Potter began to pick up and dress himself with pieces of his clothing from the floor, ignoring the incoherent mutterings from the younger man. His cloak hanging over his shoulder, Potter turned around to face Snape and said plainly, "I'm leaving; you won't have to concern yourself with my body again."
Turning around, Potter walked out the door, leaving it open so that Snape could watch his progress out of his chambers.
* * * * *
Another year had come and gone at Hogwarts. Aside from the inevitable cauldron explosions, irritating children and that one incident with Potter a couple of months back, it had not been a horrible year. That incident with Potter. Since Potter had left that morning, Severus had purposefully not thought about what had happened, not that he remembered much anyway. Not that he wanted to remember, better to leave it as a lesson learned. Don't drink to excess outside of the protection of his dungeon. Besides, Potter probably didn't do it right anyway, which would be why he couldn't remember. Not that he wanted to remember. Nope, he didn't want to remember the chain of events which led to an ache in his ass and a Potter in his bed. To remember would achieve nothing, no it was better that he forgot.
Severus looked out over the ending feast taking place before him, watching those who would no doubt forget everything he had attempted to teach them these past years. It was only four years ago when he had looked down and seen Potter talking during his fifth year ending feast... . better not to think of that. He did not want to remember.
"Severus, what's making you so contemplative today?"
"Minerva, I'm just considering how I am going to spend this summer" Severus lied smoothly. "After all, this is the first summer I have to spend as I wish, without outside interference" He looked at her pointedly.
Minerva looked at him over her spectacles and cup of tea. "I know that you have felt, obligated, to spend your summers either here or at Spinners End, making potions for the school, as well as how difficult you've had it the last couple of years... ." She trailed off.
Severus looked up at her sharply from his plate. "Minerva, we are not going to have this discussion again, especially here. I am not going to spend the only opportunity I have to experience some sort of freedom tethered to this school, either by location or obligation. You may be assured that, baring my death through some unforeseen circumstance, I shall return shortly before this school is overrun once again with ignorant and inept children."
"Now Severus," Minerva said with a smile in an obvious attempt to brighten the dark cloud over his head, "The children who pass through these halls have shown themselves to be very capable and valuable assets to the community. Just look at Harry... " For the second time in their conversation, Minerva trailed off. This time to watch in astonishment as Severus growled stood up and stalked out through the side door.
* * * * *
Severus sighed while he looked at the people walking by as he sipped his tea in front of Fortescues. Freedom, it turned out, meant that he now had to decide what to do. It had been so long where he didn't have one obligation or another that he was had a multitude of choices ahead of him, and yet he found himself without a thing to do. Traveling, although now available to him, was not feasible due to his financial situation. He could research and develop new potions, however since he worked with potions during the rest of the year, he would rather not. He had no interest in attending Quidditch matches, or any other sporting event. Muggle entertainment held no fascination for him, and he found it to be a waste of time. Even the music on the WWW did not sound pleasing to his ear. He had read all of his books at least twice, and The Daily Prophet was more concerned with the social interactions of a certain former student than anything else worthwhile... he really needed to cancel his subscription.
From where he was sitting, he could see the entrance of the Weasley twins' storefront, one of the most popular stores in Diagon Alley. He wasn't sitting here for that reason, simply because Fortescues was the only place with outside seating and Severus had decided that sitting in the afternoon sun would not cause the end of the world. 'Besides' he thought, 'might help disprove those vampire rumors which spread through each first year class.'
"Professor Snape?"
Severus looked up to see two men standing over him. "Mr. Weasley, Potter," he replied.
"Never thought I'd see you sitting here, although I've got to say, I'm kinda glad I did."
"What could possibly have occurred to have my presence a fortuitous
occurrence Mr. Weasley?" Severus glared up at Fred, or was it George. Potter just stood there, purposefully not looking at him.
"Well Professor, George and I are developing a gum which works sort of like polyjuice potion, only we can't get it to complete the change, know what I mean? It only changes their head, but not the rest of the body, and we can't figure out where we went wrong." Fred said after grabbing a chair from another table and sitting down. Potter just stood there, looking anywhere but at Severus. It was starting to get annoying.
"Mr. Weasley, am I given to understand that you are requesting my assistance with this..."
"Polyblow sir."
Severus sneered. "Polyblow. Considering the disquiet which followed you both in my classroom, how could you possibly think that I would assist you?"
"You're right sir, I should've never expected you to help us. Harry, you were right about him, let's go." Fred stood up and grabbed Potter's hand. Potter looked down at their joined hands.
"Yes, let's go Fred. Besides, I know something we could do that's a lot more fun than wasting our time on this old man." Potter said while stepping closer to Fred, closer than one normally would to anyone but a... then he kissed Fred. Snape turned away from the open display of affection, and took another sip of tea, keeping his eyes down at the cup until he heard their footsteps fade away. Then he looked up to see them walk into the store, still holding hands and smiling. Severus no longer felt the sun, the tea was bitter and it was time for him to go home.
* * * * *
Severus opened his eyes. It was one of those nights. Tossing and turning on the bed was doing nothing to relax his body and clear his mind. Realizing there was one course of action he knew would allow him to fall into a deep slumber; he reached into his bedside table and withdrew his jar of lubrication. Lying on top of the blankets, he opened the jar, and placed it beside him on the bed. Closing his eyes, he let his mind conjure images of the men he'd seen recently on the streets of Diagon Alley. Remembering a nicely muscular man who had passed him during his last trip, he brought his image to the forefront of his mind.
He started to run his hands over his stomach, working his way up to his nipples. The sensitive nubs hardened quickly as he ran his fingers over them lightly. He felt the veins in his groin heat up and his cock twitched at the sensation. Keeping one hand on his left nipple, he trailed the other down towards his hardening cock. Lightly brushing it with the back of his hand, his fingers continued their downward path until he felt the soft hair around his balls. He let his fingers curl around them, slightly squeezing their heavy, satisfying weight. The hand on his nipple moved down his stomach, touching his cock with his fingers and just the right amount of pressure. Not soft enough to tickle, and not too hard, practiced moves which brought his cock to its fully erect state. His mind attempted to convince him that it was the dark haired beauty in his bed, fingers trailing on his cock, rolling his balls just so. Unconsciously, the face of the man in his mind got younger. His fingers encircled his cock, throbbing now with pleasure as he envisioned the now messier haired man before him. His hand, now fully around his cock began to move upwards, towards his leaking slit. Grasping his hard cock with his hand, he used his thumb to swirl the liquid around the head of his cock, the slick feeling increasing his arousal. He withdrew his hand for a moment to gather some lube in his hand, he then wrapped it around his cock and he started to move his hand up and down, twisting when his hand reached the head, varying his technique as he knew he liked it.
His imaginary lover now had his hot, wet mouth working his cock. Severus closed his eyes, using his excellent sense of smell to inhale the hint of his arousal which reached his nose. The hand on his balls deserted them just long enough to dip a finger in the jar. Using the hand around his cock to hold it to the side, he moved his lubricated finger down to that spot just behind his heavy balls, stroking it up and down, but it wasn't his hand, it was the tongue and mouth feeling so good. He moved the lubricated finger back some more to circle around his hole. He turned his head to the side and moaned as he felt the finger slip a little in. The feeling of that finger playing with his asshole, and the hand pumping his cock, he knew he couldn't take much more. He started to thrust his hips upwards into one and, and down on the finger repeatedly. His breathing became labored and his moans louder. The dark head of hair was bobbing faster on his cock now, pulling out his orgasm. His toes curled as his balls started to tighten, his body awash in pleasure as he came, hand moving slowly to draw out each string of come, pulsing and satisfying.
As he lay on the bed, evidence of his completion drying on his stomach, he laid there with a blank mind. A wave of his wand and a cleaning charm later, he curled up and fell into a deep sleep, the image of an attractive, messy haired young man with green eyes fading from his mind.
* * * * *
Three days later, Severus found himself in Diagon Alley again, and with a purpose. He strode into Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes and walked right up to the twin behind the counter, sneer firmly in place.
"I have been given to believe that you are unable to find a solution to your failed Polyblow product."
"Well, yes, I did tell you that a few days ago. Why did you come back? Don't tell me you're here to help us." Fred had a mixture of confusion, fear and hope in his voice.
"I have decided that, for a percentage of any profits you make on this product, I will go over your notes and attempt to decipher where you went wrong."
"Brilliant! Let me get George and..." Fred paused and glanced briefly at the ceiling. "Actually, it would probably be better if you came back in, oh, a couple of hours."
"Mr. Weasley, contrary to popular belief, I do have a life outside of potions. If you truly want my assistance, then I would highly suggest that you get your brother and any notes you have made, for my expert opinion right now."
"Er, ok." Fred looked around and called to the back room. "Angela, can you watch the store for a moment?"
A young witch came out from the back room. "Sure thing Fred, I swear, you guys need to give him a.... oh, hello Professor." Snape nodded back to her and started to follow Fred through the side door.
"Um, I don't think you should come up here sir."
"Why not, this is where George and your notes are, am I not correct?"
"Er, yeah, but, trust me. Wait a few minutes before coming up."
"Fine Mr. Weasley." Severus stood by the door for approximately 30 seconds before following the younger man up the stairs. It was completely silent, which brought him to believe that a silencing charm was in place. Once he reached the top of the stairs, he opened the door to a sight he never expected to see.
George Weasley bent over the side of a bed with Potter thrusting away behind him.
Fred spoke urgently. "Guys, Snape is downstairs and he wants to see...."
"I think I've see quite enough Mr. Weasley," Snape sneered as he turned around and walked out the door.
* * * * *
It didn't matter. He didn't care. He suspected that Potter was with Fred, although part of him thought Potter had put on the display solely for his benefit, but George too? Did they take turns? Did the three of them have sex at the same time? Not that it matters. He didn't care. He doesn't care. He refuses to think about it. He refuses to try to remember.
* * * * *
The knock on his door the following day took him by surprise. That was nothing to the surprise that waited for him on the other side.
"Potter." Snape stood in the doorway, arms crossed, glare firmly in place.
"Why did you go back to the store?" Potter demanded.
"I explained to Mr. Weasley that for a percentage of their profits, I would be willing to assist them discover what was preventing their Polyblow from producing the desired results." Snape sneered. He didn't move an inch. "However, the display I was unwittingly exposed to has made me reconsider the possible arrangement."
"Why?"
"That, Mr. Potter, is none of your business."
"Actually, it is. I have a partnership with Fred and George..."
Snapes' eye twitched, "Yes, I believe I've seen more of your partnership than I cared to."
"What the hell business is it of yours? You made it clear that you wanted nothing from me, why the hell do you care if I bugger George?"
"You are correct in one thing, I want nothing from you. Now if you'll extricate yourself from my doorstep." Snape turned to close the door.
"I don't think so Snape. I deserve an explanation. First you kicked me out of your bed, and then when you see me fucking George, you run away. Why the hell are you being such a git!"
"Thank you Potter for coming to my door for the express purpose of insulting my person. Now leave." Severus glared at the man in front of him, anger really starting to set in. Potter was looking just as angry.
"No! Just because you regret what happened that night, doesn't mean you get to take it out on Fred and George." Potter was red with anger.
"That's right. Everything I do is because of you. And not just me, the whole world falls at your golden feet." Snape sneered.
"That is a load of hippogriff shit and you know it." Potter ground out, glaring up at Snape as he stood over him. "Fred 'n George have done nothing to you except ask for your help. You just can't see past the fact that I was fucking George. You know what Snape, get over it. You chose to push me out, so who I fuck is none of your business."
"You are quite correct in your vulgarity. Now leave." Snape turned around as though to go back inside.
"No, not until you agree to keep your word with Fred 'n George. You have a problem with me and I'm not leaving until you tell me what it is."
"Potter, tell the Weasleys that I will assist them, as long as you leave."
Potter grabbed his arm, heat seeping into his skin. "Let go of me." Snape said quietly, ice dripping from the words.
"Not until you look at me and tell me what the hell is your problem with me." Potter demanded. He was too close now. Snape turned his head and glared down at the younger man. "Well?"
Potter glared up at Snape. Snape glared down at Potter. Black and green eyes glittered with anger. Snape could feel each pulse of anger flowing through his veins. How dare Potter stand so close? Potter seemed closer than ever before, the flow of air against his face hot and moist. The anger and tension that had been building between the two of them on his doorstep crackled in the air. Snape could feel each heavy pulse of blood through his body.
It lasted but a moment, yet it was a moment which lasted a few seconds. It was a moment which lasted years.
Then there was a mouth on his, giving and taking just as harshly as his mouth was taking and giving. The smaller body pushed flush to his, causing him to lose his balance momentarily, stumbling backwards into the hall then against the banister. The door was slammed shut, and he wasn't certain who did it, and couldn't care less, as long as this didn't stop. Every bit of anger and tension was in this kiss.
Their mouths meshed together, hard. Snape opened his mouth and Harry's tongue slithered in. Snape gasped as he tried to pull that tongue in further. He wanted to swallow it, he wanted to be swallowed. He wanted. He wanted to drown and never forget this feeling. It was passionate, it was electrifying, it was, in a word, perfect.
Their mouths were not the only parts of their body getting reacquainted. His hands grasped urgently at Harry's shirt, desperate to feel the skin underneath. Harry had already pulled up his shirt and was starting to run his hand up as far as he could, barely able to graze his nipple, those previously unwelcome flashes of heat just increasing his arousal even further. He leaned back and Harry moved his mouth down to his neck, kissing and licking his way to that spot just below his ear which made him jut his hips forward, looking for the hard body in front of his.
"Up" Severus gasped. Harry lifted his head from where it was making his nerves sing and kissed the rest of his words away while his hands grabbed onto Severus' hips, pulling them into his, grinding his erection into the thigh of the other man. It felt so good to have that pressure, but he wanted more. He needed more. Severus tried to speak again.
"Bed" he managed to get out before kissing Harry with a hunger he had not felt in such a long time. He wanted to consume and be consumed. He didn't want this to end, the heat flowing through his body, his cock throbbing and begging to be released.
Harry, as though sensing his need, or perhaps simply acting due to his own, moved off Severus, pulling him up with him. Severus grabbed his hand and dragged the younger man up the stairs with him, not allowing the moment to go by without a few pauses on this step or another to kiss him. Once they reached to the top of the stairs, Harry molded his body against Severus against the wall and rocked his hard cock into Severus's thigh while pressing his hand against Severus' and stroking it through the tented fabric. Severus reached around and spun Harry against the wall, attacking his throat with his mouth, reveling in the moans which were drawn out, with other words gasped in between each moan.
"Sev'rus, ahh, missed this, so good. Fuck yeah."
Severus decided that they had better make it to their softer destination and soon, else they would end up fucking right against the wall, and really, their bits aren't made for that. Severus continued his oral attack on Harry's chest after he managed to remove the offending shirt. Such smooth hot skin with a trail of hair that made his mouth water; and Severus wanted to lick every inch. Meanwhile, Harry had also managed to remove Severus's robes and shirt, leaving him in just his trousers and socks.
Stepping back from the deliciously debauched body in front of him, Severus directed Harry to the bedroom door just a few feet away. Severus looked down at Harry, mesmerized by the lust in his eyes. Growling, Harry pounced on the potions master, pushing him back backwards towards the bed. Severus fell back onto the bed, lifted his head and watched as Harry proceeded to strip himself of each article of clothing. There was nothing graceful about it as Harry practically tore the clothes off his body. Severus reached his hands up to grasp at the naked flesh in front of him, moaning in frustration as Harry danced just out of reach.
"Oh no you don't," Harry teased. It amazed Severus how quickly they went from fighting to kissing, and now teasing. "We are doing this my way." Severus groaned as Harry cupped his hard cock through his pants again, this time moving it up and down slowly. Then he bent down and started to lick the nipple just in front of his face. Severus arched upwards into the mouth, heat flooding his senses as his cock throbbed. Harry moved to the other nipple, bringing more sensations of heat in his cock.
Licking down Severus's thin body, Harry started to undo the buttons on the trousers and Severus sighed in relief as his cock was freed from its confinement. Harry nuzzled his face into the stomach below him and pushed his tongue into the belly button repeatedly as his hands pushed down the pants recently undone. Harry sat up, moved his hands underneath Severus's arse and pressed upwards. Taking the hint, Severus lifted his hips and Harry removed his pants completely.
"God I want... " Harry said as he got on his knees. Looking Severus in the eye, he bent down and licked up the hard cock in front of him. Severus moaned at the sensation, getting louder as Harry continued to lick and massage the cock with his tongue. Harry leaned forward and sucked the head of the cock into his mouth, causing Severus to move his hips upwards, wanting more of that mouth around his cock. Harry continued to suck and move the cock in and out of his mouth, as his hand cupped and rolled the balls briefly, before running his finger slightly against the puckered entrance.
"Fuck yes, Harry, oohhh" Severus moaned his approval. He felt, rather than saw, Harry's grin around his cock. Lifting his head up, Harry opened his hand and said, "Accio lube." When nothing happened, he looked at Severus, the question clear.
"Accio Snape's Sensuous Solution" Severus said, smirking when a clear jar flew into his hand. "Seeing as I have the lube, I get to use it."
"Really? Cause I know a way to get you to give it to me." Harry smirked back. Then he bent down and swiped his tongue against the opening.
"Oh fuck" Severus moaned, his hand relaxing and dropping the lube on the bed.
"Turn over and I'll do this properly." Before the sentence was finished, Severus was already turning around and started to rub his cock on the sheets below it. Harry grabbed his hips to hold him still then moved to pull the ass cheeks apart, leaving the slightly pulsing hole open. He bent down again and started to lick at the ass and hole in front of him. Severus pushed his ass back into that sinfully talented mouth, deciding that he would do anything Harry asked. Harry reached up and grabbed the lube, all the while continuing to ream out that ass, sliding his tongue in and around the hole, sucking slightly on it. Severus was mindless with pleasure at this point, alternatively pushing back to the mouth, then thrusting forward to rub his cock on the sheet. A lubed up finger entered his ass with no resistance, so it was soon followed up by another. Twisting and thrusting, the fingers began to prepare him for Harry's cock, and god he wanted it. He needed it.
"Potter, if you don't fuck me right now, I will hex you to next week."
The fingers left him open and whining in disappointment and anticipation. Then he felt something bigger and slick at his entrance. "About fucking time," Severus growled as he pushed back, wanting that cock in him now. Harry pushed his cock in, sliding into that heat and moaned out, "Fuck, so good, so hot." Severus pushed back again and Harry, taking the hint, started to thrust in and out hard, his heavy breath on Severus's back as he leaned forward to kiss then bite lightly. He thrust in a few more times then pulled out.
"Turn over now," Harry said breathlessly. Severus turned over and was pulled to the end of the bed. With barely a pause, Harry lined his cock up to the ass it was just fucking and thrust home. Harry grabbed Severus's legs and leaned them against his shoulders, fucking Severus hard and now hitting that spot he knew would make Severus shudder.
Sure enough, Severus was now grunting with pleasure as that long cock kept brushing against his prostate. He looked up to watch Harry stare down, no doubt entranced with the sight of his cock going in and out of Severus's ass. Harry reached forward and started to stroke Severus's cock in time with his thrusts, a little rough.
"Fuck Severus" Harry panted, "this is... oh... fuck."
The sounds of sex filled the air. There was the slapping of balls against ass, creaking bed, panted breaths, moans, grunts and then there was the smell of sweat, precum and sex. Combined with the cock in his ass and the hand on his cock, Severus's senses became overwhelmed. His fingers clutched at the sheets beneath him, his toes curled and waves of absolute pleasure washed over him, causing his body to clench around the cock still thrusting inside. Harry moaned and thrust a few more times before he cried out in relief as he came.
Harry pulled out of Severus and collapsed on the bed next to him. Severus laid in bed with his eyes closed, letting the feeling of true satisfaction take hold.
"Severus?"
"Hmm."
"You aren't going to kick me out again, are you?"
"No, not this time Harry."
"Ok, good. Now budge over so I can get comfortable." Severus moved over slightly and wrapped his arm around Harry as he slid up next to him. As Harry's breathing settled down, Severus decided that if that missing night was anything like this, then he needed to try to remember. This is something that was worth remembering.
* * * * *
Epilogue:
Harry Potter walked into Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes and headed straight up the stairs.
"Hey guys, it worked perfectly." Harry grinned at his friends.
"We knew it would." Fred said.
"Although why" George started.
"You want that git" Fred continued.
"Is completely beyond us." they finished in unison. They looked at each other and grinned.
"I'm just glad you guys were on my side. Oh and Fred, thanks again. I hope Angela didn't give you too much trouble about that kiss the other day."
"Nah, she's pretty open minded. Besides, she knows you don't stand a chance, with me anyways." Fred turned and waggled his eyes at his brother.
"You know Harry, if you change your mind about Snape, you're always welcome back here." George said while sliding his arm around Harry's neck.
"Harry, you never really told us what happened that night."
"I didn't? Well, I had just spoken to Minerva about this coming school year, she wanted me to do DADA, and I told her I'd think about it. Anyway, I went to the Hogs Head for a drink, and Snape was there. Since he was the only person there I knew, I decided to sit and talk with him. Well, he was completely drunk."
"Snape drunk, oh the galleons I'd give to see that."
"Whatever Fred. So, we talked for a bit. He's actually really funny, er, when he's not talking about me anyway. Then this guy came up and started to hit on me, completely ignoring Snape."
"Well, yeah Harry. After all, you are just so adorable."
"Get your hands off my ass George, let me finish. Well, Snape got up in this guys face and tore him a new one. It was really funny, because he was swaying back and forth, defending my honor and then he said," Harry started to snicker, "that if 'anyone was going to have Potter's cock up their ass', it was going to him or no one." Harry was laughing completely now and wiped a tear away from his eye while Fred and George were looking at him in disbelief. "Then he said that he had earned the right because I'd been a pain in his ass in school, so why should I stop now."
Fred looked at George then back at Harry. "Ok, but if he was drunk, how'd you end up at his place?"
"After the other guy left, Snape grabbed me and kissed me... then he passed out. I had to help him back to his room. When we got back, he woke up and kissed me again. Guys, it was so hot, that I couldn't help myself. One minute we're kissing, the next minute we're fucking. Oh Merlin, the sex was so hot, I swear I came like, four times that night. Then when he kicked me out the next morning, well, you know the rest."
"Well mate, we're glad we were able to help. Now, about our Polyblow. Think ole Snape will look at it for us?"
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that. I'll just trade him. One blow for another."