Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not
belong to me, but to the lucky, lucky J.K.Rowling.
Rated:
R
Pairing: SS/HP
Unbeta'd
Harry dumped his bag on
the floor in one corner of his shared chambers and crossed the room
to stand behind his lover's chair. Smiling slightly, he covered the
other man's eyes with his pale fingers.
"Guess who?"
"An
insufferable brat?" Harry grinned wider.
"Guess again."
"An
annoying peace-breaker?" This was their game, playful banter back
and forth – a piece of memory from his school days in honour of the
Professors who did not make it Who did not survive the end of the
war. As long as Harry and Severus argued, the past would not be
forgotten.
"No? Ah then, it must be Albus, come to wish me
goodnight."
"Severus!" Harry flopped down in Severus' lap,
pushing the marking to one end of the desk.
"I know you missed
me."
"That I did." Severus slipped his arms around Harry's
waist and drew him closer, nuzzling into his dark hair, then moved
down to kiss the side of his neck.
"It's far too quiet without
you here to disrupt things." Severus bit lightly at the muscle
between shoulder and neck, causing Harry to gasp and arch against
him, tossing his head back. Harry groaned as a cool hand snaked under
his shirt, trailing hot-cold fire across his chest. Severus began
whispering in his ear and the sound of his voice coupled with the
hard body beneath him sent Harry spiralling quickly towards orgasm.
Bucking against the restraint of Severus arms around his waist, Harry
whimpered in frustration and rubbed faster, trying to compensate for
the lack of friction between himself and his lover's slippery
robes. Through a haze of pleasure, Harry could just make out Severus'
words
"…glad you're home again but, as ever, I have marking
to do, and we can't be distracted now, can we?" Harry dimly
wondered how Severus was still capable of rational thought, and then
yelped as he was shoved off the warm lap and onto the cold floor.
Severus picked up his quill and resumed marking. Harry groaned. Home
again, indeed.