A/N: One day, I will write Fenrir Greyback as the evil Werewolf he is, today is not that day.

The Little Voices

They couldn't go out on dates exactly, technically they could, but Severus was a pit paranoid considering that Harry was his student. Luckily, they had a kitchen and very creative House Elves.

"We need to give the House Elves a raise." Harry announced when he entered the Common Room.

"Good date?" Neville asked from the corner where he was playing with his toad and Crookshanks.

"The best," Harry sighed happily, remembering the romantic decorations, conversations, Severus warm expression, and amazing kisses.

"Harry, you have a really funny look on your face right now."

Giggling, Harry said goodnight to his friend before heading up to his room, it was empty, but seeing as it wasn't yet time for curfew, the teenager wasn't worried.

That was amazing!

And you didn't even blush once.

"I know right, can't wait for the next one!"

The next one turned out to be a lunch picnic by the lake, it was a solitude place that Harry wasn't surprised had remained hidden from the other students. And he hoped it stayed that way, seeing as his professor was currently between his legs and trying to suck his brains out via his cock.

"P-Professor," Harry moaned, back arching and hands gripping hair as he came.

Severus swallowed everything, then with one last teasing suck, pulled off and up to kiss the panting teen. Harry whined, deliciously plaintive against the open mouthed kisses that had him drooling and panting.

"You too," Harry said after Severus stopped, pulled up the boy's trousers, and rolled them over so Severus was on his back and Harry settled comfortably on his chest, the teen's face a pleasant flush and lips red, wet and very much more tempting then before.

"I'm fine," Severus said as he ran his fingers through the wild hair.

But we wanna!

But we wanna!

"But I wanna!" Harry pouted, wiggling slightly.

Severus grunted as the boy's arse brushed against his hard straining erection that he had been ignoring, blinking when the teen stared sliding down between his legs.

"Harry—" He started, stopping when he was met with pleading eyes. "If you're sure," he then gave in.

Smiling, Harry worked on opening the man's trousers, eyes going wide when Severus's cock sprung free. Now, Harry wasn't sure it's because he was feeling a nervous (he's never done this before), or because Severus was a full grown man. Either way, Severus Snape was big.

Dreams do come true!

That needs to be in our arse yesterday.

Ignoring the voices, Harry continued to stare. It was longer than average, like an inch or two, and curved, but it was the thickness that got him; he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to wrap his whole hand around it.

In a good way.

"Harry?"

Harry looked at Severus who was watching him with worried eyes.

"You're big," Harry blurted out.

Severus doesn't blush, but his cheeks do go a little pink.

…..I think we may have found a new mission in life.

Pushing the idea of making the man blush away for another time, Harry went back to the task at hand, namely gripping the still hard and slightly leaking cock. Curious, Harry licked at the wet tip; it was odd, but not too bad. Encouraged, Harry suckled on the head, and was pleased when Severus moaned. He pulled back to lick more of the tip, then up and down the rest of the length. When he moved back to suckling the head, he wrapped his fingers around the rest of the length and found out that yes, he couldn't wrap his hand fully around.

Harry's cock twitched.

Using his other hand, he moved them up, and down.

"Little tease," Severus groaned, hands twitching as he resisted the urge to grip the boy's hair and forced his cock in the boy's mouth; especially when Harry took him a little deeper.

It's so thick!

Harry hummed in agreement with the squealing voice, before trying to take in more, vaguely aware that he was drooling out of the corner of his mouth.

"Bloody hell," Severus moaned, giving in slightly, and placing a hand on top of the wild hair.

Apparently, Harry didn't have a gag reflex.

In the end, Harry's jaw was sore, but Severus had a stupid grin on his face, so not a bad first try.

~.~

"What do you mean you haven't shagged him yet?!"

Sighing, Severus downed his drink, "It means what it means," he said as he poured another glass.

"But, that boy is nothing but shaggable!" said Lucius.

"I am aware," Severus mumbled as he sat down next to his friend, "very much aware."

"Then what is stopping you?"

"Him, I want him to be sure before I go any further."

"What a gentlemen you are."

"It's why I'm your wife's favorite."

"I knew it."

Chuckling, Severus sipped his drink, and the two fell into a comfortable silence that told years of friendship.

"…..He doesn't have a gag reflex."

"….Are you sure he wouldn't prefer blondes?"

~.~

Months go by, and then it's three weeks before winter break, Harry of course was going to spend his at Hogwarts. Preferably in his Professor's chambers, but he'll work on that later….or rather Hermione will. Plans always seem to go better when she's the one doing them.

Seven sickles say we're going to be getting some kind of skirt for Christmas.

Walking down the crowded hall, Harry sighed, knowing that the voice would most likely win that bet.

Hermione was really determined to have Harry in a skirt.

There may actually be pictures.

Harry did not want to know what his friend was going to do with them if there were.

You know, maybe there's a reason for it.

Besides her being a possible pervert?

Besides that, maybe our velvet voiced god would like seeing us in one.

….There's a thought.

"I don't think I have the legs for a skirt," Harry said, getting a stranger look from several passing students.

Suddenly there is a loud roar, screaming, then student are scattering. Blinking, Harry looked for the source of the panic -Please don't let it be another Troll- and found it.

Oh my!

Hot damn!

Harry stayed rooted in spot as he came toward him. Pictures that the teen had come across did not do any justice.

Wild amber eyes, looking out from equally long messy grey hair, he was naked save for dirty trousers. Broad shoulders, deliciously muscular, and hairy chest, Harry's eyes followed the happy trail that disappeared into the dirty clothing and had to remain himself that he loved Severus, and that cheating was very bad.

Dear Merlin look at that sexy beast!

Said sexy beast was coming toward him, "Harry Potter," Fenrir rumbled when he was standing in front of the teen. The hall now empty of students.

Sweet Virgin Mary, that rumbles is making us hard!

All those muscles!

Fenrir stared down at the wide-eyed, mouth agape teen.

"You do not run."

Considering that said teen had defeated the Dark Lord, maybe that shouldn't be so surprising.

Harry jumped, blinked, looked around with a dazed expression before back up at the Werewolf. "The voices and me for that matter, wanted to let you know, that while we would love to be your Little Red to your Big Bad Wolf, we can't. We love a chocolate melting voiced Potion Master. Though, we will be sad that we missed out on being shagged in the forest….repeatedly….. and in various positions."

Fenrir just stared.

Harry tilted his head as a though suddenly came to him, "Do you have a knot?"

If he says yes, we're dumping Severus, sexy voice, or not.

Apparently, Harry was kinky.

"Um….."

Think we can get in a threesome?

"Are you interested in a threesome?"

Really, really kinky.

"Um…"

"Seeing as how I am a possessive man, that is not a good idea."

Harry turned around and found Severus, standing almost aloof if you didn't where to look, and for the wand in his hand.

"Snape," Fenrir greeted.

"Greyback."

"You know him?" Harry asked.

"We've crossed paths," Severus admitted.

Which meant yes.

…..We're having naughty thoughts right now.

Judging from the way Fenrir's nose flared, and the narrowed eyed look Severus was giving him, both men knew.

"What are you doing here Greyback?" Severus then asked.

"I think you know," the Wolf gave a toothy grin.

Severus's lips curled, "You will not touch any of the students."

"Not even the ones who want to be?"

"I will deal with him later, Potter, come here."

Debating on whether or not he would enjoy a spanking, Harry started making his way over, only to be grabbed by his arm and pulled up against a warm hard body.

We love Severus, we love Severus, we love Severus.

"Release him!" Severus raised his wand.

"I don't think so!" Fenrir growled.

We really love Severus.

Harry pressed close, obviously surprising the Wolf, using it. Harry turned until he was pressing his chest up against Fenrir and looking up at him with a pleading look.

"Please don't," he begged, lower lip quivering.

Fenrir's eyes flickered down at it, "Please," Harry continued on, "don't hurt him, or anyone else. I'll even go with you!"

"Harry—"

Fenrir rumbled at the thought, after all the boy was adorable, and would no doubt be delicious for all the things he was currently thinking. However, he was also the Wizarding World's savior, the last thing he needed or wanted was a man hunt for him…..well, more than usual. Fenrir's ears twitched as the sounds of running feet heading in their direction. No doubt the rest of the staff, Headmaster included.

Also a thing he did not need.

So much for his plan of grabbing, and going.

"Still," He thought looking back down at the teen in his arms, "can't leave without something."

And with that, he leaned down and kissed Harry. Nipping at the bottom lip before pushing his tongue in, Harry whimpered, Fenrir growled before suckling on the teen's tongue. When he finally pulled away, Harry's face was flushed, lips red swollen and wet. His chest heaving as he panted.

Sparks were coming out of Severus's wand.

"Another time," Fenrir purred, caressing the teen's bottom lip.

Then he was gone.

…Wow…..

…Wow…

"…..Wow."

Sighing, Severus put his wand away as he went over to the stun boy, "Yes, he has that effect on people," Dark eyes looked over the Gryffindor for injures.

"He kissed you too?" Harry asked surprised as the running feet got closer.

"More than just kissed."

…..Naughty thoughts were happening again.

When the rest of the staff came, Harry and Severus reassured them that they weren't hurt. And after a long search of the castle, it was revealed that Fenrir was really gone. Later that evening, Severus kissed Harry until his lips were swollen, made so many marks on his body the teen was sure he could easily pass for a leopard. Then brought him to orgasm after orgasm until Harry was beyond limp, and shivering.

He loved it.

Fenrir may be amazing, but Severus was beyond that, and more.

Still not above a threesome though.

Don't worry, Harry will never stray from his smexy Potion Master, but who can resist Fenrir. Not EVEN Severus could!

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