Disclaimer: JKR gets credit. Adult themed. HP/SS
Bump in the Night
Chapter 7
By WittchWay
Severus Snape cupped Harry Potters face, guiding the young mans chin up so as to gain better access to such delicious lips. In response Potter wrapped lean legs around his hips and slipped an eager hand just beneath the waistband of his pants. It was very nice. Indeed.
It was so marvelous the way the young man let him control the kiss, the way hands stroked his chest and how that tail…. That splendid, beautiful tail gently curled its self around the bicep of his arm. The way the tail pulsated and flexed with every movement, with every tender touch.
Arms went up around Snape's neck. Needing no more encouragement that that. He lifted Harry off the lab table without breaking his stride in kissing and stumbled them toward the door. The tail moved to his neck curling slowly around, it seemed to guide him. Pull him. Toward and untold goal.
Bedroom.
He had to get them to the bedroom. But Snape didn't think that was going to happen. Out in the hallway leading to his room, he simply couldn't take it anymore. He needed Harry Potter now; he needed to claim the boy as his.
He needed this… he needed something that would always be his. Someone that would have his children… children yes, yes, he needed an heir. There was no need for a bed. The corridor connecting his suite of rooms together was good enough. Snape dropped them to the floor in one fluid movement and started taking off his close, but even those efforts were too much. Only one body part need to be exposed, he didn't want to be away from the tempting mouth of Potter's for to long. Snape fumbled for his belt buckle and the zip of his pants. Potter caught on amazingly well. Snape didn't know what ever made him think the boy lacked intelligence.
Harry shimmied out of his pants and turned over onto his belly and for the first time Snape got a look at that delicious ass. It was perfectly round, lightly covered in golden hairs that twisted in a circular pattern that moved down his legs and up toward the tail, the hairs gold color gave way to a deep brown and then pure black as the colors raced up the tail tip where it exploded in a fluff of white.
Snape bit back a needy moan. It was his, all his.
"Accio pillow," Snape bellowed. Pillow, damn marvelous invention. The pillow slapped into Snape's hand a moment later and Harry knew what to do, instantly he lifted his hips and a pillow was promptly slipped underneath. Snape couldn't help but think 'Brilliant boy… brilliant green eyed boy.'
Snape groaned, moaned and growled all in one deep breath. beautiful, a plump ass high in the air, the sight itself almost made him come in his hand.
Harry Potter was no better off in his need. Everything felt so good against his skin, the tongue of Snape, the strong feel of the mans hands... he was very happy, very happy... everything just felt so right….
He should have known…
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Snape had barely turned around when the front door of his small apartment was blasted open. With reflexes horned by years of training, Snape held his wand at the ready instantly and still managed to tuck away his delicate bits with barely a move… also from years of practice.
But there was little sense, the entirety of the school stood before him. Or at least all of those that Potter had come in contact with in the last few hours. He could feel Potter stand behind him and Snape's arm instantly went out to hold the boy behind him. They were out numbered by quite a margin, he wasn't worried about the students, they were a non entity magically but the professors as a group would be a challenge.
Dumbledore, McGonagall and Sprout stood in the forefront. Snape raised his wand higher, narrowed his eyes, he looked each one of his opponents in the eye. Their eyes were filed with lust and need. Each of them hungered for the boy standing behind them.
Snape knew instantly this was going to be a messy battle when the Headmaster smiled. For Merlin, the man hadn't even pulled his wand yet.
Dumbledore stepped lightly into the corridor fully entering Snape's rooms. The old wizard smirked as he did so. "Severus," he said softly, his hand clasped behind his back. "I believe Harry Potter should come with me." he nodded as if nothing more needed to be said.
He heard McGonagall snort in disagreement and Sprout give a drool filled bark of a laugh, that left little doubt in Snape's mind that he would have to cast cleaning spells on his floor later.
Snape was just about to respond when the youngest of the Creevy boys pushed his way out of the crowd, darting forward, making a beeline for Harry.
Cries of "stupefy" echoed from all sides. Numerous stunners hit the boy, closely followed by his soundly thud hitting the ground.
There was a moments hesitation from both sides, but it was clear there was no other way around this, it was a territorial issue… and Harry Potter was the territory that needed marking.
Eyes narrowed, thoughts raced, wand arms were steadied and then fighting began.
Cries of "Expelliarmus" were called by both parties.
Snape ducked as half a dozen student wands came flying at him and he smirked.
There was a surge from the back of the student pack pushing the other professors over the threshold into Snape's room. Dumbledore took this to his advantage and jolted into the room. He turned in a flurry of purple robes, his wand slipped from his sleeve and began casting banishment charms on the other professors. He obviously though them just as much a threat as Snape did. The dueling between the professors and students spun fast, spells and hexes were cast rapidly… banishment charms, and then shields, jelly leg jinx and Petrificus Totalus
Snape took the opportunity to shove Harry Potter into his lab, a mid a cry of protest and slam the door shut. He stepped back to cast a Colloportus charm on the door, locking it solidly, when he was physically shoved from the back by one of the braver students that had managed to worm his way through the motley group.
Snape's head jerked forward his large nose hitting the wall, a silent crunch and blood gushed from his nose. Pulling his blood stained hand away from his face Severus Snape growled. Seventeen… seventeen damn breaks…. And he had been on a two years break free streak. He was furious.
Snape stood shaking off the pain in his nose, he turned with a rage that had been building for years, this was enough. He raised his wand to cast shield charms and stupefy on everything and everyone. But was promptly shoved aside.
Harry Potter had flung open the double doors of the potions lab and with a wand he had randomly picked up off the floor cast everyone out. The force which he cast the spells caught all off guard and sent them sailing back into the dungeon hallway from which they had come. Several of the students had hit the opposite wall and were immediately rendered unconscious. Others like McGonagall and Sprout simply been shoved out landing on there arses. Others still, like Dumbledore and a rather impressive Hufflepuff had only slide to the doorway and were holding on to its frame with one hand, stopping themselves from truly exiting the rooms.
Snape smirked… he might as well finish the job. He cast Colloportus so quick he was sure he heard the crunch of breaking fingers as the door swung shut and bond its lock. He heard Harry right next to him erect a ward so strong that the wave of magic made him nauseous.
The boy who lived turned to Snape and smiled, "I thought they would never leave." He swooped down and picked up the pillow that had previously held his ass high.
Snape frowned, picking the bridge of his troubled nose, his eyes focused on the green pillow. His mind seemed to wake from a haze, the pillow… pillow…. What……..
Snape choked, his mind raced, Potter, pillow, that tale… he looked quickly at Potters impassive face, the boys eyes had that look. That look that led to no good, that look that led to battles and fights…Snape felt the air press from his chest…"Fuck," he muttered… it couldn't be.
"Stay away from me Potter… stay away." Snape turned dashing for the confines of his office and slammed the door shut….
Harry smirked… though slightly confused… if Severus Snape wanted to play hard to get he could be up for that… there was nothing wrong with a challenge…Harry hugged the pillow to his chest and prowled on down the hall, a slight sway to his walk. A predatory gleam in his eye.
… and what is that, that you spy with your little eye… shall Harry Potter, tail carrying, determined young man get his man…or shall mean old baddie professor Snape be difficult… waiting and see next week when all hell breaks loose… stay tuned.
TBC
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