Chapter Four – Midsummer Night's Flight
"Oberon, go." Snape ordered the beast, urging it with a dab of his heels into its sides. Oberon turned around slowly, and walked away from Harry' students.
The Head of Gryffindor House looked back at the children. "I don't trust them." He murmured to himself, then he looked at the two Head girls standing the closest. "Miss Castle, Miss Pratchett, you're in charge with of the class. You know, I will be informed of any misbehaving so you better take notes if someone does what someone is not allowed to do."
"Yes, Professor Potter. Don't worry about us. We will wait for you here, Sir."
One of the Fable twins ran forward, a mischievous grin playing on his lip, hauntingly similar to what Fred and George used to wear every time they were into something bad. Which was always.
"We'll take care of things here, Sir. Just show these snakes that our Head can be as awesome as theirs." He shouted laughing.
His brother caught up too, waving at Harry. "Just hold on tightly, Sir. Professor Snape is known to be a bit... rough."
Harry blushed slightly at the cheeky innuendo. Snape however just laughed darkly and turned back towards his students.
"Worry not, Mr. Fable. I will take good care of Professor Potter." He smirked.
"No doubt you will, Sir." Fable grinned back.
"Enjoy your ride with the Professor!" The Gryffindor shouted after them with a last wave of his arm.
His brother elbowed him still grinning and Harry heard him correct his twin. "On the Professor."
Harry gaped slightly, but he couldn't do anything as Oberon leaped away from the ground, flapping its huge wings fast and hard. Harry grabbed into the feathery neck and leaned close to it, hoping not to fall back. He felt from behind as Snape flattened himself too, mostly on Harry.
When finally they were up in the sky, and Oberon's flaps slowed down, Harry grasped the feathers more firmly and steered the hippogriff towards the ground again.
"Are you hijacking my beast, Professor Potter?" Snape stirred, pressing closer, his hands moving onto Harry's hips instead of the animal.
Harry resented the small hitch in his breathing that occurred when firm, long fingers grasped into him.
"Don't worry, Professor Snape, you'll get back control in a minute."
"Oh, I don't mind." Snape purred close to Harry's ear. "I'm sure the ride will be pleasurable with you in the lead as well."
Harry tried to ignore the arousing voice and the hot puffs of air that came down on his neck. He sent Oberon into a fast dive towards the ground. When they were close enough, he shouted at Fable.
"Twenty-five points from Slytherin, Mr. Fable. If I hear one more comment like that, you will spend your Saturday afternoons with Professor Hagrid and his brother, planting Whomping Willows in the Forbidden Forest!" Fable looked up slightly scared at the bird-horse that was zooming towards him. "Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" He cried and finally Harry tugged at the feathers softly, urging Oberon to rise again. With a strong wing flap, Oberon started ascending, while its claws drew a long line into the ground.
"That was close, Potter." Snape drawled behind him. "You got me scared for a second."
"No, I didn't." Harry laughed. Snape's hand didn't tense on him at all while they were plummeting towards the ground. The man trusted him, which warmed Harry's heart.
"That's a lot of point you have just taken from my House, Potter." Snape said then slowly, his fingers slipped from Harry's hips over his legs.
"He can earn it back if he learns how to cast a Patronus charm by the time we get back."
"Twenty-five points for a comment like that?" Snape chided him teasing. "Quite unfair, don't you think?"
Harry snorted. "You took ten points from my Gryfindors yesterday."
"They were talking during my class. Of course I did."
"Of course they were talking! They were working with the same cauldron." Harry argued.
"I prefer quiet in my classroom." Snape answered casually, his hands flat on Harry's thighs now.
Harry looked back, trying to act nonchalantly, as if he didn't notice the not so innocent touch.
"Shall I shut up, too, then?"
Severus pressed his chest fully to Potter's back and leaned closer to his face. Harry snapped his head forward, suddenly scared of their proximity.
"I assure you, Professor Potter, you, I'd prefer as loud as possible." Snape said in a low voice. "Besides, we're not in a classroom, but in the sky."
Harry could no longer ignore the now not at all innocent touch that caressed the inner side of his thighs, as it was mere inches from his hardness. He cleared his throat and pressed a hand over Snape's, intending to find out what the man was exactly up to. Suddenly however, lips touched down on his neck, and the hand he did not restrain, moved over his erection. Harry grunted indecently loud.
"Yes, like that." Snape smirked against his skin, then the lips moved and something wet stroked the rim of his ear. "But maybe you can do just a tad bit louder." Snape commented and then his fingers rubbed Harry more firmly. Harry immediately tore that hand away and Snape laughed. "I hope that's not Oberon's effect on you, Potter, but mine."
"Of course it's not Oberon's!" Harry flared, realizing just too late that with that he just admitted being hard because of Snape.
Snape chuckled darkly and Harry had to hold back another fervent moan. Then surprisingly the warm body disappeared from bind him.
"I am glad to hear that, Potter." Snape said and Harry snapped back his head realizing finally what was going on.
"The potion! It worked, didn't it? Bloody hell, you're under the Arbitrium! No wonder you're acting all weird!" Harry shouted. Snape lay back on Oberon's back, his hands now caressing the horse-like sides. As Harry's eyes roamed on the lean body, he couldn't pretend he didn't notice the bulge in the front of Snape' crotch. He averted his gaze fast but not fast enough, unfortunately. Snape noticed his surprised gaze.
"Why, Potter, that took you long enough." He drawled then his hand, the same that previously was on Harry's erection, now went over his own.
Oberon squealed loudly and now that no one was steering it, it turned towards the lake.
"We have to get you back to the school, Snape!" Harry shouted angrily at mostly himself for not being able to look away from Snape' hand, which moved with slow, lazy strokes, caressing the no doubt very hard erection.
"To the school? Why on earth would I go back to the school. I'm free up here. And you're here with me, too."
"Oh Merlin, this is the potion talking, not you." Harry mumbled.
"I can assure you, the potion says what I want it to say."
"Yeah, of course it does..." Harry murmured sarcastically then turned forward. If Snape did anything more awkward while under the potion, that would ruin their already almost non-existent good relationship.
It took the man about three seconds to do exactly that.
He sat up and pressed himself to Harry again. This time, Harry clearly felt the erection shifting against his backside. The jolt of arousal that shook his system didn't make it easier to think straight. Neither did Snape's next words.
"And right now, it says I should slide this hard cock inside you and fuck you right here. And I can assure you, Potter, I wholeheartedly agree with it."
The inhuman noise that came out of Harry mouth was a surprise. Snape's laugh, however, wasn't. This was just a joke, Harry reassured himself, turning around and trying to face Snape.
"Arbitrium Liberum gave you a weird sense of humour, Snape." Harry snapped, damning himself for being harder than ever. "I'm going back to the castle and you're coming with me."
"I highly doubt that." Snape smiled.
"Yeah, well, we have one hippogriff and it's coming with me."
"In that case..." Snape smirked evilly then stretched his arms onto his sides and leaned back sliding off from Oberon. Harry grabbed after him but missed and screaming the man's name in horror, he watched as Severus Snape fell towards the Black Lake still with a smile on his face.
"Oberon, after him!" He cried desperately, grabbing into the feathery neck. Oberon made a sharp turn then went into a dive so steep Harry needed all his strength to remain in its back.
He watched Snape as he came closer and closer to the water's reflective surface and he felt suddenly terrified that he was about to lose the man. He urged Oberon to fly faster and the hippogriff did its best to do so but Harry could see it wasn't enough.
Snape was only a few meters from the water when suddenly a snow white blotch flew over him, causing high waves in the water. Harry didn't understand what just happened, but the rippling water suggested Snape was already in the water. Oberon stretched its wings, slowing them down then hovered about a feet over the water.
"Snape!" Harry screamed, searching the waves for a dark head or a green pullover. Nothing came to the surface and he was about to jump in, when he heard Oberon's cheerful squawk. He looked to the front just to see another hippogriff flying towards them. It was almost completely snow white.
Snape sat on its back with a smug smile on his face.
Oberon didn't need orders, he flew towards the others right away.
"Potter, meet Titania." Severus laughed, watching the stunned and almost deadly pale younger professor on Oberon's back. "She's been following us all morning."
Seething with rage, Harry turned Oberon towards Hogwarts with a painful tug. The half-bird half-horse beast squealed in protest but changed course none the less. Harry flew away, ignoring the smirking professor.
TBC