Part Three: For Love of
"I would have been here sooner, Professor except Hermione was having trouble with the calculations." Potter was saying earnestly.
Severus drank from the cup, and placed it back on its saucer – neither trembled he noted, "Indeed. And I would be interested why?" he said finally.
Potter paused, looking surprised, "It – well – I – we thought you'd want to get your magic back, sir."
"Indeed." He put the saucer and cup back onto the table and frowned at the Boy Who Lived (and Defeated Voldemort and Grew Into a Man – or so the Daily Prophet reported), "According to the results published by the Ministry, all known methods result in death, comatose patients at St Mungos or other results I would rather not experience."
And then Potter blushed.
Which Severus had not been expecting.
And that was the moment one of the Hogwarts school owls bounced off Severus' head as it rounded the tight corner between the informal sitting room and the corner herb garden currently masquerading as a small forest.
It was some time later.
"So –" Severus said finally, "Albus expects me to – to let you draw these symbols all over me."
"Yes sir."
"While we have – sex?" even his wit and sarcasm failed him at this point.
"Well, technically, it'd be rather – well, one–sided." Potter said, "Because – well, you aren't supposed to – because –"
"Seven years of education and still unable to form full sentences, Mr Potter?" he sneered – retreating onto familiar ground.
Potter flushed, looked admirably embarrassed and fixed his gaze firmly onto the ground, "There are spells to stop – you – ah – to stop –" he stopped, glanced up, down, up again – and the behaviour was fast loosing its entertainment value.
"To stop me from – reaching fulfilment? Orgasm? Ejaculating?" Severus offered in as clinically a voice as he could manage, "Should I start listing the lesser known euphemisms?"
Potter's head jerked up and the green eyes
narrowed, "How about to make sure you're left humping the bed?" he snapped – though his face was still
bright red, "This isn't any easier for me you know."
"Evidently." Severus retorted, leaning back into the
chair (and releasing a cloud of dust – the House Elves had yet to reach this
particular room it seemed), "And then what?"
"What?"
"The rite, Potter. What happens after you – 'leave me humping the bed', as you so quaintly put it?"
Which was when Potter smirked, "Well, then you – keep humping – for –" and he pulled out a rather crumpled scroll from his robes pocket and glanced at the numbers listed there, " – sixteen hours. According to Hermione's calculations."
"Sixteen hours?" Sixteen hours?! Which was the precise moment Severus realised that Harry Potter was actually serious about conducting a sexual rite in an attempt to give him back his magic.
A sexual rite.
With him.
And – well, it had been a rather long time. Wars, spying and teaching not being conducive to one's social life – even if Severus was the sort to manage one.
Severus quelled the urge to shift in the chair (and not just because too much untoward action might make it collapse). And then hoped that Potter wouldn't notice the – euphemism – he had just gained. Bloody hell. He hadn't even realised he had a kink for – well, whatever it was Potter was suggesting. Then again – he hadn't really had enough partners to develop a kink but still -
"The transfer of magic is directionally proportional to the time –humping the bed." Potter said, jerking Severus' attention back - at least he had managed to stop smirking or Severus would have found a way to hex him, "Albus suggested we repeated the rite several times to make sure it worked. Wasted opportunities and all that."
"Wasted opportunities –" Severus' voice was a trifle hoarse.
"Well – you wouldn't want to be under that spell for sixteen hours then find the transfer hadn't worked right?" Potter said – Severus stared suspiciously at the man; the last had sounded far too cheerful.
Severus cleared his throat. He prided himself on being a practical –
"Sixteen hours?"
"To give you back your full powers. That's what Hermione calculated."
- on being a practical man.
"And when should this – miraculous rite take place?"
Potter shrugged, "Why not now?"
"Now?"
He prided himself on being able to adapt to the unchangeable.
Potter grinned as he stood up, and leaned down till his face was far too close to Severus', "Well – why not?"
"Why not?" that last was a squeak – and if Severus had been thinking rationally, he would have been extremely embarrassed (and if he had his powers, he would have – but wasn't that the source of the problem?)
"Really, Professor, your – infamous wit seems to have left you." Potter murmured, the grin growing wider, "I would have thought it would be obvious why not now." And then there was a warm hand pressing down into his groin – and the moan escaped him without his consent, "After all, why waste a good opportunity?"
"Sixteen hours?"
"Besides – I've always wanted to know," and now, had that hand not been doing things that really, no ex-student should ever do to an ex-professor, Severus would have found a way to take many, many, many points from Gryffindor, " – exactly what it would take to make you beg."
The boy would have made a good Slytherin. Or, Severus thought fuzzily as he lifted his hips and tried to grind against the hand doing things that were very – very – nice, A sex worker. Yes – definitely a sex worker –
And then, he only had one stray thought for the structural stability of the chair – though, if it collapsed beneath them, at least they would be horizontal.
Severus Snape was a very practical man. If one could get sex and one's magical powers back – one should take the opportunity.
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Author's Note: The first part of the sequel to "Beg", "Somewhat Miscalculated" can be found at skyehawke archives (check the link in my profile page) – it probably won't be posted up at FF.net till after it's completed. And if any of you are interested in what happens to Lucius Malfoy when he loses the war and his magical powers, the sequel to "Beg and "Somewhat Miscalculated", "Obliviate" can also be found at skyehawke archives (it will never be posted at FF.net as the rating is too high).
Enjoy!
Yours,
TR
