Disclaimer: So I got a fortune cookie the other day. It read "A Stranger Will Bring About Great Change In Your Life." And I was all "Yeah! Her name is J.K. Rowling!" So if J.K.'s a stranger, then I can't be her, so that means none of the characters you will recognize (read: all of them) are mine. :P So there.

Warning: --bored-- --to tears-- but hopefully you won't be after reading this! Lotsa shmut. And shmex. And plain ole good fashioned sex.

Rating: R!R!R!R!R!R!R!R!R!R!R! M!

Title: Habits and Hobbies

A/N: um… did someone say "Snarry Smut?" Cuz I've got some… O.o FEATURING TOP!SEVVIE!! Love me… XD

Chapter 10

Wednesday Day

Severus woke to the sight of Harry Potter's back, and frowned. Why the hell do I hurt this much? he wondered as he sat up stiffly. Harry swung around to face him, and the eager expression on the Gryffindor's face made Severus groan. But Harry handed the Potions Master a vial of the specialized pain reliever, and scooted away from the man.

Severus popped the seal and drank the liquid, wondering why Harry was acting so oddly. Placing the now empty vial on the bed table, Severus stretched as blessed relief ran through his muscles, and faced the Gryffindor.

"Good morning, Harry." Severus said, and raised a brow at the tight smile Harry gave him.

"Actually, its more like early afternoon." Severus' face showed his surprise at the information, and he cast Tempus. The flashing green numbers read 1430, and Severus stared at Harry.

"Why did you let me sleep so late?" The question startled Harry, and the teen shrugged.

"You told me to." Severus shook his head, and tried to recall last night. His body flushed as images of the previous night flashed through his mind, along with the information he needed.

"Merlin, Harry." Severus gasped as the boys mouth released him, "You're going to kill me." But Harry merely licked his lips and slithered up Severus' heaving chest. Positioning himself above the older man, Harry smiled as he pressed a kiss to Severus' thudding pulse point.

Severus groaned as he felt the straining pressure against his thigh, and pushed Harry's questing mouth off of his throat. "You can take care of that, Harry, and afterwards you had better let me sleep."

Harry nodded absently, far more interested in the taste of Severus' collarbone than any conversation they might or might not be having. Sliding up to nibble at Severus' bottom lip, Harry said huskily, "Of course. I'm sure you'll need all your energy for tomorrow anyway." Severus whimpered at the thought, and let his head sag against the pillows. The last thing he needed at his age was a sexually-insatiable teenage male demanding things from his body that hadn't been asked of it in over twenty years.

Severus stared at Harry as the memory played out in his mind, and asked incredulously, "You let me sleep that long?" Immediately horrific thoughts of finding Harry dead from the effects of the curse washed through his mind, and Severus let his eyes dart over the Gryffindor's form. Nothing was unusual- even the straining erection had come to be a commonplace occurrence for him- and he looked up and into emerald eyes.

"Of course. You needed the rest, and I was fine." Severus raised a brow at the shortness of Harry's sentences, but shrugged. Standing and stretching once more, Severus padded over to the door to his bedroom and looked over his shoulder to see if Harry would follow. The teen stood reluctantly, walking oddly as his erection complained bitterly, but paced after Severus with no complaint.

Severus walked into the bathroom as Harry went to the kitchen and began setting food out for the Potions Master. When Severus reemerged, Harry had everything ready for the older man. The Gryffindor watched his Professor eat, faintly nauseous as he contemplated the fact that he hadn't eaten- or felt the need to eat- in over three days. But the thought was forced out of his mind as other, more intriguing thoughts began to clutter it.

Severus looked up with a concerned glance as Harry moaned and shifted in his seat. Pushing away his plate- he was full anyway- Severus studied the teens body. Harry's head was titled back as he shifted in his chair, his arms gripping the edges tightly. A low moan fled from the Gryffindor's mouth, and as Severus watched Harry began to writhe in his seat.

Severus stood, and saw immediately that Harry didn't notice. The teen seemed lost in whatever had overcome his body, and Severus was determined that the teen not succumb to the potion. Walking over to the boy, Severus placed his hand on one golden arm and paused. Harry started at the contact, and stared at Severus, eyes wide and glowing as they had not since the first night. Severus moved his hand from Harry's arm to his shoulder, purposely making the motion slow and hard.

Harry grabbed the hand as it stopped, and ran it down his chest, still staring at Severus. The older man felt his own body stir at the action, and Harry licked his lips as he saw the sudden interest. But Severus had a different plan in mind, and he tugged his wrist out of Harry's grasp as the teen made to move it further down.

"Come with me," Severus ordered, and smirked to himself as Harry's eyes darkened with lust. He turned his back on the teen and walked back into the bedroom, planning this encounter. With the way Harry had been acting, he would have to be very careful in what he did.

The door shut behind them at Severus' command, and Harry waited for the Slytherin to tell him what to do. Severus smiled openly at the Gryffindor, and gestured for the boy to lay on the bed. Harry padded over to the large bed, and sat down right on the edge. Severus raised a brow, and said, "Lay down in the center with your head on the pillows." Harry did as he was told, instinctively obeying the older man, and his tone of voice. Deep, dark and velvety with the promise that if Harry obeyed, his reward would be beyond measure.

Severus stood at the end of the bed, eyeing the teenage boy and the unthinking sensuality he exuded. There was something more to him than the sleek body, the golden skin, the captivating eyes. Severus watched as Harry shifted on the bed, wondering, perhaps, what Severus was planning. And Severus wouldn't keep him in the dark any longer.

Severus smirked, and Harry shifted again at the expression. But he didn't move- he was so entranced by the thought of Severus taking control that he couldn't. Severus stalked to the edge of the bed, and Harry swallowed, throat suddenly dry as he watched the sleek muscles moving under the pale skin. Placing his hands on the bed, and slowly lowering his weight until he was leaning against the mattress, Severus began to move up the bed, watching as Harry's glowing eyes slowly dilated.

Harry lay still as Severus began to inch up his body, heart thudding as he tried to anticipate whatever would happen next. When Severus fully covered the Gryffindor he stopped, and drew himself up, so that he eventually straddled the teens hips, hands braced on either side of Harry's head. He drew the movement out, delighted by the way Harry's eyes widened and his breath shortened. Harry bit his lip, trying to control his body as Severus slowly tortured him, not wanting to distract the older man from whatever he would do.

Severus sat back on his heels, smirking to himself as Harry squirmed under him at the feel of Severus' arse seated almost on top of his throbbing flesh. Taking one hand, Severus buried it into the soft hair at the base of Harry's neck and tugged gently, until Harry was leaning up, bracing himself on his elbows and straining to meet Severus. The Potions Master methodically massaged the back of Harry's head, hiding a smile as the boy tried to keep his eyes open as the sensations assaulted him from every front.

He withheld the kiss for as long as he could stand, enjoying Harry's nearly inaudible mewlings as he shifted ever-so-slightly on the boys pelvis. With a sharp movement Severus dragged Harry forward, slamming their lips together with enough force to bruise. He attacked Harry, biting the lips he had grown addicted to, licking them as though they were the finest honey and he a starving man. There was no finesse to this kiss, and he didn't want there to be. For four days Harry had claimed him, captured him in a way no other had ever done, and he needed to return the favour. He needed Harry to understand that he belonged with Severus now, for as long as Severus could keep him.

Harry moaned under the onslaught, trusting his weight to the Slytherin as his body went slack in total pleasure. Severus was rough, rougher than Harry had ever been, but he welcomed it, wanted it. He needed to know that Severus wanted him as desperately as he did, and never mind that his lips were bleeding and bruised- Harry accepted it. He couldn't do anything else. Not when Severus owned him so completely, and demanded that Harry let him.

Severus broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared down into sparkling emerald eyes, shaking from the sensations. Harry stared back, willing Severus to come back to him, to kiss him longer, to claim him forever. And Severus couldn't hold out against the lust haunted eyes. He dragged Harry back to him, closing the distance between their bodies as though it had never been there, and captured those ragged and torn lips again. Harry arched against him, the shock of the first kiss having worn off, and wrapped his arms around the older man, falling back onto the bed and pulling Severus after him.

There were no thoughts in their minds- no thought other than the fact that they needed and craved the touch of the other. Severus let his hands run over Harry's body, squeezing his waist and hips and ribs as he took back control of the kiss. Harry surrendered, letting his hands fall to the side as Severus left his mouth, staring up at the ceiling as the Slytherin explored his body.

Finally he felt all the things he had done to the Potions Master- felt the inexplicable bliss when his nipples were taken into a warm and willing mouth, felt the uncontrollable shivers that wracked his body as soft lips ghosted over his neck and wrists and chest. He shook as Severus bit his hip sharply, taking a hold of long black hair as the man sucked on the golden flesh, marking Harry as his own. He gasped as an agile tongue found its way into his navel, arching into the unbelievable sensation and moaning as Severus nipped the skin.

Harry wrapped his legs around Severus' ribs, needing to hold onto something as he was tortured so blissfully. He nearly cried as Severus bypassed his straining erection, unwrapping Harry's legs from his body as he moved even further down. Small, chaste kisses were pressed to the inside of his thighs, the backs of his knees, his calves and ankles. A long tongue leisurely tasted his skin, broad strokes sending shivers racing through his limbs and making Harry grip the sheets even tighter.

Severus glanced up at the teen who had so abruptly entered his life, eyes narrowing in approval as he witnessed the near-total ecstasy the Gryffindor was experiencing. He continued his exploration of the golden god spread before him, finding all of the sensitive areas and tasting them- letting his tongue show Harry exactly how much Severus owned him. But there was more to it- and Severus had to admit that the fact that Harry James Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy, Boy-Who-Lived- was the nearest thing to perfection that Severus had ever seen.

And Severus belonged to him.

So even as he claimed and tasted and marked the heated flesh beneath his tongue, he knew that he was the supplicant before his god, pleading with all his might and skill and love to be accepted. To stay with Harry forever- with the vain hope that he could show the teen how much he needed him, how much he longed for nothing other than Harry, and Harry's approval.

It was glorious, it was heaven, it was insanity and Severus couldn't seem to care that he had fallen for a boy half his age in four days. He rose to his knees at Harry's feet, and stared down at the sight spread before him. Harry in his bed, writhing on black silk sheets, and glaring up at Severus accusingly as he stopped. Lean limbs were splayed across the sheets, flushed and red in spots from Severus' teeth.

In the back of his mind, even as he began working his way back up to luscious lips, Severus made a decision. If he could have Harry until this spell ran out, then he would. Whatever happened after that would happen as it would- and he was Slytherin enough to acknowledge that right now, he was going after what he wanted. Even if Harry hated him afterward.

Urr- does this count as a cliffie? If it does… sorry! But otherwise this chapter would have been far too long, and besides, I need to save some of the good stuff for the next chapter, right?

LOL, and if anyone should care, I've posted a one-shot entitled 'Basilisk Offerings' that's a Snarry- pre- slashy-ish thing. I like it, so go and check it out. Maybe it will keep you from killing me while you wait for the next chap, hmm?

Alrighty then, I'm off to type the next chapter. Have fun reading this, and remember-- if you kill the authour, there's really no chance to find out what happens next… XD

Netrixie

P.S.: Severus is 'a damned tease' in the next chapter… you'll see why…