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: So, like, really- if you've gotten this far you know what this is going to say…

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

Title: Habits and Hobbies

A/N: and the continuation of the Top!Sevvie goes on… and I'm sorry about last chapter- I was told it was all foreplay, and I realized that that was entirely correct. But there's true shmut in this! Yup, yup! And this is like, so much longer than any of the other chapters… see? The long wait was good for something…. lol

Chapter 11


Wednesday Day (still)

Harry gasped as Severus' tongue traced invisible patterns on his skin, and clutched the silken head to his chest. He stared at the ceiling, in awe of the sensations the man had woken in his body, unwilling to believe that this was real. But here he was, trapped between Severus and the sheets, and more aroused than he had ever been in his life. He couldn't fathom the difference- yes, he had done this same thing to the other man, but he'd never expected to be on the receiving end.

A moan forced its way out of his throat as Severus bit a nipple, the balance between pleasure and pain so fine that neither was recognizable as such. Harry thrashed beneath Severus, his free hand going for any anchor as the Potions Master continued his torment. Severus took Harry's delicate wrists in his hands, raising his body so that he could stare down into lust-brightened emerald eyes. Forcing the teens hands up until they were stretched far above his head, Severus transferred both wrists to one hand and let his other slide beneath the unruly ebon hair.

Lifting Harry up, Severus caught the Gryffindor in a searing kiss, the tantalizing taste of the teen ambrosia to him. Harry moaned, writhing frantically as he tried to free his hands to bring Severus closer, to use his hands to bring the other body flush against him. But even as lost as he was in the kiss, Severus managed to hold Harry fast, and keep the teen in place.

The kiss heated even further, until Severus had to break away to let them breathe. Harry panted beneath him, eyes half-lidded and still glowing, temptation personified. Severus leaned down again and set his nose behind Harry's ear, nuzzling against the soft skin and inhaling the sweet smell of sweat and arousal that permeated every pore of Harry's body. Harry swiped his tongue across his lips, moaning as he tasted Severus all over again. For a moment there was a lull as they fought for breath, but soon Severus shifted and glanced down at the panting teen.

Letting Harry's hands fall against his side, Severus let his hands idly explore Harry's body as he thought. What to do first, what to do first? Harry bit his lip as he was brought back to the very brink of ecstasy, huffing for breath as Severus stole it from him. Part of Harry wondered if he could really make Severus feel this- this special and cherished and desired- but more than that he wondered if the Potions Master enjoyed it as much as he did.

A sudden motion from the object of his thoughts caught Harry's attention, but by then it was too late. He yelped, bit his lip, and came all over Severus' hand, head thrown back and eyes wide as his body shuddered and spasmed. He stared at the ceiling as his mind registered what had happened, eyes refusing to see what Severus was doing.

But Severus was more than happy to watch Harry, a small smile playing on his lips as he withdrew his hand from the now-flaccid cock and rubbed his fingers together, delighting at the pearly substance. Now he could really begin Harry's experience, now that his adolescent need to orgasm had been satisfied.

The Potions Master waited patently for Harry to recover from the unexpected ecstasy, Vanishing the fluid from his hand before turning back to regard the teen. The Gryffindor's breath came in great shuddering gasps, slowly settling down to a more normal rhythm as Harry fought to control it. The teen stared up at Severus through his lashes, eyes still wide with shock from the unexpected bliss.

Severus smiled down at the Gryffindor, wondering what Harry was thinking. But that wasn't important right now- no. What mattered right now was that the emerald-eyed teen was no longer in danger of exploding from the slightest touch. So now Severus could truly start the fun.


"Hey, Hermione?"

"Hmm?" The answer was distant, as thought the Gryffindor wasn't paying much attention to the questioner. Draco tried again.

"Hermione?" With an annoyed sigh, the brunette glanced up. Draco let a satisfied smirk slip onto his face for a moment before asking the question that had just occurred to him.

"How long do you think it will be before the potion wears off on it's own?"

Hermione frowned, the question surprising her. It was something she hadn't thought of, but now that it had been brought up… She grabbed one of her notebooks off of Draco's table, and began flipping through it. Draco watched, fascinated, as the Gryffindor set all of her concentration on his question.

They were in Draco's rooms- as Head Boy it was only one of the many luxuries he received- reclining on the couch in his personal Common Room during their study hall. There was a fireplace, a chessboard set up in one corner, and a couch situated in front of the fireplace, a table placed before it to hold whatever needed to be set down. All of their research was currently spread across the table- taking up all of the space but for one plate of ginger snaps and two mugs of butterbeer.

"Well, it's been three days so far, and there's reportedly been no sign of it wearing off… I wonder if the Amortantas Potion has a specified limit concerning the weight and health of the victim… and we've still yet to identify the last component of the spell…" Hermione trailed off, her brow furrowing as she grabbed yet another thick tome. Draco watched, impressed but knowing not to interfere. If she wanted his help, she'd ask.

They may have only been going out officially for a few hours, but he wasn't stupid.

With a loud roar the room suddenly flared green, startling Draco and Hermione into glancing up. Draco half-stood, wondering who it could be. Only four people knew his Floo address, and two of them were in the Castle with him. His silver eyes widened slightly as the dust and ash cleared from the form standing before them, and Draco heard Hermione suck in another startled breath.

"Hello, Father," he greeted, his voice only slightly unsteady, "how can I help you?"

Lucius' impassive eyes swept over the scene in front of him, taking in all the information he needed in those few short moments. Draco and Hermione remained frozen in their positions, wondering what in Merlin's name could happen now. The elder Malfoy let his gaze rest on Hermione for a moment, his immaculate appearance making her suddenly aware of every little thing that was wrong with her.

But Lucius' expressionless face turned back to his son and said, in a voice as lacking in emotion as his posture, "I need to speak with your Headmaster."


Severus held the squirming form still, smiling against Harry's skin as he listened to the teen's whimpered words. And whimpers they were, breathy and choppy and pleading with Severus to stop teasing him. Not that Severus had any intention of heeding those words- no. A little sexual frustration was good for a boy his age.

He smirked this time as Harry's back arched his body up and into Severus' caress, gasping desperately for air as Severus continued to tease him. Both of his hands held Harry's hips down, the task of containing the Gryffindor's jerking hips a full time job as Severus blew another breath across the head of the demanding cock standing before him. The Potions Master knelt between Harry's legs, taking great pleasure in teaching the young lion such life-lessons as patience and restraint.

He smiled to himself at his word choice, and pulled away from his little game. Harry huffed in frustration, glaring up at Severus as the older man surveyed the sight Harry made. Hair spread out on his pillow, indents where his head had rolled from side-to-side in pleasure clearly visible. Harry's body was sprawled across the sheets, hands fisted in the covers and legs wide apart to give Severus better access.

The mere sight made the Slytherin's mouth water, and he finally decided that the fun and games were over. Whispering a spell, he gently caressed Harry's thigh with one hand, waiting for the teen to realise what was about to happen. When those beguiling emerald eyes widened in recognition, Severus smiled. Very carefully, he drew Harry's knees up to his chest, telling the teen to hold them there with his eyes.

Harry swallowed as he realised what Severus was about to do, and tried his best not to panic. Though it was something he wanted, he'd never done it before… and try though he might, he couldn't shake the feeling that whatever happened would be irreversible. He moaned softly at the feel of Severus' fingers carefully stroking him there, a place where no one else had ever touched. A place he'd never dreamed could be touched.

But the older man was, and gently, causing tingling shivers to race through Harry's body. Very slowly Severus slid one finger inside the tight, hot entrance, biting his lip as Harry gasped and tensed around him.

"Relax," Severus breathed, drawing out the word till his finger was fully sheathed. "Just relax…"

Harry tried to listen to the words, but a very instinctual part of him fought to stay tense. Severus didn't move, letting Harry grow accustomed to the feel of something inside of him, raising his free hand to rub soothing circles on the teen's belly. After a minute or two of silent stillness, Severus withdrew his finger as slowly as he had pressed it in, and repeated the gesture. Harry bit his own lip as he gradually grew used to the motion. His eyes shot open wide, however, when Severus added another finger, his body convulsing around the intruding digits.

"Shhh," Severus whispered, continuing to rub soothing circles on Harry's belly and thanking Merlin fervently that he wasn't actually inside the teen yet or he would have shamed himself if those convulsions had happened while he was joined with the boy, "you have to relax, Harry. If you're too tense, I'll hurt you." Harry forced out a sharp breath and nodded, closing his eyes and concentrating.

A moment later Severus' brows raised in shock as the Gryffindor's body went limp beneath him, Harry's eyes still creased in concentration. Severus smiled approvingly at the teen, and began to move his fingers in and out. Harry's breath came in shudders as the motion actually began to feel good, and he moaned as Severus began to scissor his fingers. It was with substantial shock that Harry realised Severus had somehow managed to fit a third finger inside of him without his knowing it.

Suddenly Harry gasped, back arching off the bed as Severus hit some unknown point inside of him that sent shooting waves of pleasure through his body. He stared at the smugly satisfied expression of the Potions Master in shock, eyes wide and luminous as he recovered from the unexpected bliss.

"Do that again," he demanded, voice breathy though he tried to make it sound commanding, "please!" Severus chuckled but complied, and Harry moaned and grabbed the sheets, writhing beneath the skilful fingers that tormented him. Feeling Severus pull out, Harry sent a glare towards the Slytherin, but changed his expression as he saw what the older man was doing.

It was unbelievably erotic, watching Severus coat his stiff cock in the lube, and Harry felt his own erection harden while he watched. Severus played it up for the teen, leaning back and resting on one hand while his other moved unhurriedly up and down his dick, spreading the clear substance. When both had had enough of the teasing Severus slipped an elbow under one of Harry's knees, and one hand under the Gryffindor's perfect arse. He placed the smooth head of his cock at the entrance, and slowly began to slide in.

Harry moaned deep in his throat as Severus began to enter him, trying not to shift his body out of the way of the thick, determined intruder. Every few moments Severus would stop, allowing Harry the opportunity to grow accustomed to the feel of being stretched and filled. With a final jerk of his hips Severus was in place, and Harry stared blankly up at the ceiling as he tried to reconcile what was happening.

It was odd to be this stretched, odd to feel this full when he had never noticed a lack before. But with Severus fully sheathed, Harry could feel every part of the other man, every muscle twitch, every breath, every heartbeat, almost. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the small groan that slipped free of Severus' throat, and he looked up into the onyx eyes.

"Merlin, Harry," Severus managed, voice breaking on the Gryffindor's name, "I have- I have to move…"

Harry nodded, wondering what that would feel like, and replied with a breathy, "Yeah, okay." Severus pulled out about an inch, and thrust gently back inside Harry. The Gryffindor gasped, wide-eyed at the sensation. Severus began to thrust steadily, head falling back as the pleasure raced through his body. Harry watched, entranced by the look of pleasure that had come over his Professor's face.

Severus slit his eyes for a moment, wondering what Harry was thinking. The teen seemed to be fascinated by Severus, but other than that there was no overwhelming pleasure evident on the Gryffindor's face. Well, Severus thought, he'd have to do something about that.

With a sharp twist of his hips, Severus slammed back into place, drawing a startled gasp from Harry. While that was quite a pleasing reaction, it wasn't exactly what the older man was looking for. So he re-angled his hips, and thrust back inside the burning sheath that tightened around him convulsively. Harry's hands gripped the sheets, his fingers flexing and closing spastically as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him.

Severus smiled tightly and continued thrusting in that area, drawing gasps and moans from the teen writhing beneath him. As the pleasure started to peak, Harry reached up and wrapped his arms around Severus, pulling the man close enough to kiss. The kiss was frantic and needy as the two men attacked each other, striving for anything that might heighten their pleasure.

Harry tore away from the kiss as his orgasm exploded through him, blinded by the sheer brilliance of the moment. Severus followed him quickly, the Gryffindor's spasming muscles dragging the Potions Master into ecstasy with the teen. As they recovered, Severus rolled off of Harry, and pulled the smaller man into his arms.

With a weak smile, Harry glanced up. "We seriously need to do that more often." Severus chuckled, and continued staring at the ceiling, trying to wrap his mind around the unutterable brilliance that was Harry Potter. The teen in question quickly fell asleep, and Severus smiled as he pressed a kiss to the Golden Boy's head.

The Potions Master drifted off, wondering what else could happen now.


Here ya'll go-- chapter 11, at your service. Please remember to read, review, and rejoice in the smut on your way out, and remember to take care of your Snape's and Potters-- they need love!

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