Title: Goblet of Magic
Author: LunaBard
Pairing: SS/HP
Rating: NC-13, suggestive A/N: Sorry about taking so long on this latest part. I've been busy with starting college and figuring out where every thing is. My sex scene is more or less pure suggestion. I couldn't get a decent scene out on paper,
so you got what you got. Oh, this is un-beta'd Summary: Every Wizard and Witch in the world has to ask a GOBLET if their allowed to get married!?! What's this why would they ask a GOBLET, is that
what you asked? Simple, it's proper etiquette to ask your Mother for
permission to get married.
Chapter 3: It's time for the Honeymoon. opps, we forgot the Courtship
Sitting on a leather couch with a shot of Javen's 234 BC Scotch, Severus stared in front of him. Forcing him not to look at his left, where another presence was. He knew who he would see if he looked: a boy- no man, with messy black locks, intelligent glasses that had replaced the ugly monstrosity he previously wore, and an athletic build tough from Quidditch. Severus thought to himself about the pink bubble and what it meant. He knew what it meant, but try as he could; he found no reasoning for this illogical choice.
Leaning against the other end of the couch, Harry wasn't in such a matter of denial. He was showing his true colors, green and silver. Being as analytical as possible, he thought over everything he knew and wondered if.
'Okay, I am now married . . . to Snape . . . no Severus. He's my husband for better or worse. I got the bubble and then I zoned out and found my way into the dungeons and into Snap- Severus' suite. Obviously the Mother isn't wrong. So what did she see in Sna- no, Severus? Severus. Severus. I am married to Severus Snape. Yep, I just said that. What did the Mother see; let's break it down into parts. First, appearance,' Harry thought to himself. 'He's younger - Mom was obviously involved in that. . . I never realized his hair was that black, it's gorgeous. It's so black that it has blue highlights. His face isn't as drawn and tense; it's quite striking when I look at it now. No frowns from years of working with children, not to mention spying. He's pensive. I suppose he's thinking this over as well. I don't think he's doing too well. That's his eighth shot so far,' worried Harry. Getting up and walking in front of Severus, Harry took the bottle of scotch away and started to talk, "That's not going to do any good. We're married, it doesn't matter if you like me or I you. So quite drinking yourself into a stupor and get yourself sober. I would like to talk with Severus Snape, the Potion Master and the all around perfect Slytherin. So go and take a sobering potion, I'm sure you have one."
"I don't think you realize what this entails, Mr. Potter. You and I are married, for some half - cocked reason, Our Lady Mother has decided that I match you. For what ever reason, we are now married. And now we have to have sex," sneered Severus. "You cannot tell me you've thought of this. Most likely, you don't even know what the Bubble meant."
"I know exactly what it means. I'm not completely incompetent," retorted Harry. "I've been reading up on it. The Goblet was mention in my Family Book. When somebody goes to get married, they must ask Our Lady Mother first. If she doesn't approve then she'll chose from the rest of Magical Community. Someone asked for one of us and they were rejected. We were chosen to be each other. Somehow, we do have a common interest; somehow, we're perfect for each other."
"Perfect!" spit out Severus. "My husband is the son of one of my most hated foe ever. You expect me to believe this!?! I hardly think so, but if that's how you feel, than allow me to show you what your present is!"
Javen's Scotch is widely known as some of the finest Scotch to ever have been made on England soil. Not only did it lower one's inhibitions, but it also brought forth one's most secret desires. This scotch wasn't fermented in barley, but in magical clove, the clove that Veela's slept on. With this running through his body, Severus Snape set out to prove his 'unwanted' husband wrong.
Standing up Severus tossed his shot glass to his left and pulled Potter into a harsh embrace, kissing with the cold force of a hurricane. Moving them into his room, Severus stripped Potter of his clothes before he could even respond. Throwing him against the serpent quilts, he dove straight onto him. Biting and adorning Potter's body with 'sex' bruises where ever he wanted. He was in charge: the marriage might have been forced, but he was going to show Potter who was in charge. It would do that little twit good, to remember who was in charge. This was all that went through Severus' mind, proving that he was in control, that he was dominant. and keep as far away emotionally as possible.
With the finishing to the best rough sex ever, Severus drifted to sleep, pleased that he had headed off any of his chances of having Harry Potter as lover. Leaving Harry limp from both pleasure and pain, he thought about what had just happened.
Chapter 4: Musing after Sex
'Everyone knows that if Our Mother gets the chance to choose where you go, than you'll be given to your best other half. With that reasoning, Sn.Severus is my perfect half. Everyone tells of how cold, cruel, and untrustworthy he is, yet if it weren't for my abilities to see emotions, or rather feel it, I could believe it,' mused Harry tiredly. 'I think it might be a good idea if I put aside my Griffendor - self, and bring out my Slytherin side. If I look at this analytically, I should be able to make some sense of this. Let's start with my own feelings. I'll admit it, I think Severus is sexy, those hands are just soooooo, I don't know - sensual. And that voice, when he lost it, my God, I became so hard. Then again, that's no different then what's been going on since fifth year. They'd be classes, when I would lose it to his voice. He could berate me all he wanted, but the way his voice makes me shiver - it's good that I can do wand - less magic. Otherwise he would know how much I've wanted him. Enough on that line of thought; he's quiet when he's not torturing helpless Hufflepuffs. What else do I feel?' questioned Harry.
'I love how he's so passionate about his potions. I've seen him go to great difficulties getting the best ingredients. okay, it's not nice to spy, but you do what you have to do. I know that lust goes away with time, but if I'm to be bond to Severus, than I'll have to find a way to survive with him. A point to him is his love for privacy; he'll ensure my privacy since it will protect his own. And that well help me a lot. I'll be able to get away from Herimone and Ron, and have a chance to be me, not the 'Boy - Who - Lived' or the 'Destroyer - of - He - Who - Must - Not - Be - Named.' They might profess to know me, but my empathetic abilities show how they truly feel. It was great having them as friends, but than they slowly started to buy into the publicity or at least Ron does. Herimone does care for me, but she does use me unknowingly. It's like I'm a security blanket. I'll always be their for her, but she needs to get out on her own. And I can't really be me with her. I'm not allowed to read a book just because I find it fascinating. It has to have something to do with a joke or prank, my family or Voldemort. I do have other interest. I love music and I want to have my own garden. Not many people realize how well or friends Neville and I are. We both have the same passion. After all the weeding I did at the Dursely, I had to fall in love with the garden, if I didn't I'd probably become insane. Ron is a different problem though. He's still going on with his idea of becoming an Unspeakable. If it weren't for throwing my name around he would have never been accepted. Yet . . . I can't really gain - say what he did. He's just trying to make something for himself. Enough on them, I know Severus is interested. What did I taste in the air?' mused Harry.
It tasted like domination, a lot of domination. Yet there were some hints of need and want, and a little bit of fear. I wonder? Domination is easy to understand, I can't see Severus as wanting anything but being in control. But the want and need? I don't know where that came from, after all I don't .' trailed off Harry. 'Wait a moment, wasn't he drinking Javen's? That gives your subconscious power. what you want you act on. Does he want me; is it possible that he wants me as much as I want him? I would love to be able to claim him as my lover, to be claimed by him! I would do almost anything - Calm down Harry; don't go getting a head of yourself. He could have just wanted some sex or he likes our body. no need to get overtly excited. Yet, it does make sense to why I felt fear. Could it be that Severus doesn't believe that I wouldn't betray him? That he feared what letting me close could do to him? I think perhaps that is what it is. I know that I won't betray him, but many have in his life. I think I know what I'll do. I'll have to plan it just right. A plan to see me in a cottage with a garden and a husband that loves me and wants me,' smirked Harry as he rolled over, curling into Severus arms. Falling asleep as he dreamt of how to become Severus.
Author: LunaBard
Pairing: SS/HP
Rating: NC-13, suggestive A/N: Sorry about taking so long on this latest part. I've been busy with starting college and figuring out where every thing is. My sex scene is more or less pure suggestion. I couldn't get a decent scene out on paper,
so you got what you got. Oh, this is un-beta'd Summary: Every Wizard and Witch in the world has to ask a GOBLET if their allowed to get married!?! What's this why would they ask a GOBLET, is that
what you asked? Simple, it's proper etiquette to ask your Mother for
permission to get married.
Chapter 3: It's time for the Honeymoon. opps, we forgot the Courtship
Sitting on a leather couch with a shot of Javen's 234 BC Scotch, Severus stared in front of him. Forcing him not to look at his left, where another presence was. He knew who he would see if he looked: a boy- no man, with messy black locks, intelligent glasses that had replaced the ugly monstrosity he previously wore, and an athletic build tough from Quidditch. Severus thought to himself about the pink bubble and what it meant. He knew what it meant, but try as he could; he found no reasoning for this illogical choice.
Leaning against the other end of the couch, Harry wasn't in such a matter of denial. He was showing his true colors, green and silver. Being as analytical as possible, he thought over everything he knew and wondered if.
'Okay, I am now married . . . to Snape . . . no Severus. He's my husband for better or worse. I got the bubble and then I zoned out and found my way into the dungeons and into Snap- Severus' suite. Obviously the Mother isn't wrong. So what did she see in Sna- no, Severus? Severus. Severus. I am married to Severus Snape. Yep, I just said that. What did the Mother see; let's break it down into parts. First, appearance,' Harry thought to himself. 'He's younger - Mom was obviously involved in that. . . I never realized his hair was that black, it's gorgeous. It's so black that it has blue highlights. His face isn't as drawn and tense; it's quite striking when I look at it now. No frowns from years of working with children, not to mention spying. He's pensive. I suppose he's thinking this over as well. I don't think he's doing too well. That's his eighth shot so far,' worried Harry. Getting up and walking in front of Severus, Harry took the bottle of scotch away and started to talk, "That's not going to do any good. We're married, it doesn't matter if you like me or I you. So quite drinking yourself into a stupor and get yourself sober. I would like to talk with Severus Snape, the Potion Master and the all around perfect Slytherin. So go and take a sobering potion, I'm sure you have one."
"I don't think you realize what this entails, Mr. Potter. You and I are married, for some half - cocked reason, Our Lady Mother has decided that I match you. For what ever reason, we are now married. And now we have to have sex," sneered Severus. "You cannot tell me you've thought of this. Most likely, you don't even know what the Bubble meant."
"I know exactly what it means. I'm not completely incompetent," retorted Harry. "I've been reading up on it. The Goblet was mention in my Family Book. When somebody goes to get married, they must ask Our Lady Mother first. If she doesn't approve then she'll chose from the rest of Magical Community. Someone asked for one of us and they were rejected. We were chosen to be each other. Somehow, we do have a common interest; somehow, we're perfect for each other."
"Perfect!" spit out Severus. "My husband is the son of one of my most hated foe ever. You expect me to believe this!?! I hardly think so, but if that's how you feel, than allow me to show you what your present is!"
Javen's Scotch is widely known as some of the finest Scotch to ever have been made on England soil. Not only did it lower one's inhibitions, but it also brought forth one's most secret desires. This scotch wasn't fermented in barley, but in magical clove, the clove that Veela's slept on. With this running through his body, Severus Snape set out to prove his 'unwanted' husband wrong.
Standing up Severus tossed his shot glass to his left and pulled Potter into a harsh embrace, kissing with the cold force of a hurricane. Moving them into his room, Severus stripped Potter of his clothes before he could even respond. Throwing him against the serpent quilts, he dove straight onto him. Biting and adorning Potter's body with 'sex' bruises where ever he wanted. He was in charge: the marriage might have been forced, but he was going to show Potter who was in charge. It would do that little twit good, to remember who was in charge. This was all that went through Severus' mind, proving that he was in control, that he was dominant. and keep as far away emotionally as possible.
With the finishing to the best rough sex ever, Severus drifted to sleep, pleased that he had headed off any of his chances of having Harry Potter as lover. Leaving Harry limp from both pleasure and pain, he thought about what had just happened.
Chapter 4: Musing after Sex
'Everyone knows that if Our Mother gets the chance to choose where you go, than you'll be given to your best other half. With that reasoning, Sn.Severus is my perfect half. Everyone tells of how cold, cruel, and untrustworthy he is, yet if it weren't for my abilities to see emotions, or rather feel it, I could believe it,' mused Harry tiredly. 'I think it might be a good idea if I put aside my Griffendor - self, and bring out my Slytherin side. If I look at this analytically, I should be able to make some sense of this. Let's start with my own feelings. I'll admit it, I think Severus is sexy, those hands are just soooooo, I don't know - sensual. And that voice, when he lost it, my God, I became so hard. Then again, that's no different then what's been going on since fifth year. They'd be classes, when I would lose it to his voice. He could berate me all he wanted, but the way his voice makes me shiver - it's good that I can do wand - less magic. Otherwise he would know how much I've wanted him. Enough on that line of thought; he's quiet when he's not torturing helpless Hufflepuffs. What else do I feel?' questioned Harry.
'I love how he's so passionate about his potions. I've seen him go to great difficulties getting the best ingredients. okay, it's not nice to spy, but you do what you have to do. I know that lust goes away with time, but if I'm to be bond to Severus, than I'll have to find a way to survive with him. A point to him is his love for privacy; he'll ensure my privacy since it will protect his own. And that well help me a lot. I'll be able to get away from Herimone and Ron, and have a chance to be me, not the 'Boy - Who - Lived' or the 'Destroyer - of - He - Who - Must - Not - Be - Named.' They might profess to know me, but my empathetic abilities show how they truly feel. It was great having them as friends, but than they slowly started to buy into the publicity or at least Ron does. Herimone does care for me, but she does use me unknowingly. It's like I'm a security blanket. I'll always be their for her, but she needs to get out on her own. And I can't really be me with her. I'm not allowed to read a book just because I find it fascinating. It has to have something to do with a joke or prank, my family or Voldemort. I do have other interest. I love music and I want to have my own garden. Not many people realize how well or friends Neville and I are. We both have the same passion. After all the weeding I did at the Dursely, I had to fall in love with the garden, if I didn't I'd probably become insane. Ron is a different problem though. He's still going on with his idea of becoming an Unspeakable. If it weren't for throwing my name around he would have never been accepted. Yet . . . I can't really gain - say what he did. He's just trying to make something for himself. Enough on them, I know Severus is interested. What did I taste in the air?' mused Harry.
It tasted like domination, a lot of domination. Yet there were some hints of need and want, and a little bit of fear. I wonder? Domination is easy to understand, I can't see Severus as wanting anything but being in control. But the want and need? I don't know where that came from, after all I don't .' trailed off Harry. 'Wait a moment, wasn't he drinking Javen's? That gives your subconscious power. what you want you act on. Does he want me; is it possible that he wants me as much as I want him? I would love to be able to claim him as my lover, to be claimed by him! I would do almost anything - Calm down Harry; don't go getting a head of yourself. He could have just wanted some sex or he likes our body. no need to get overtly excited. Yet, it does make sense to why I felt fear. Could it be that Severus doesn't believe that I wouldn't betray him? That he feared what letting me close could do to him? I think perhaps that is what it is. I know that I won't betray him, but many have in his life. I think I know what I'll do. I'll have to plan it just right. A plan to see me in a cottage with a garden and a husband that loves me and wants me,' smirked Harry as he rolled over, curling into Severus arms. Falling asleep as he dreamt of how to become Severus.