"Uh… Ron…"
"Yeah?"
"Were you, by any chance… an Animagus about a week ago… and did you happen to… er… be caught up by Dobby for some reason?"
"Hey… how'd you know?" Ron's cheeks turned bright red.
Harry just roared with laughter, rolling around on the floor, leaving an oblivious Hermione to look on in confusion.
*
Chapter 18
Harry soon composed himself long enough to sit up and wipe the tears from his face. He took a few calming breaths and explained to Hermione what had happened one night, about a week ago.
"Harry! That's awful!" she couldn't keep the smile from her face, though, betraying her amusement.
"Hermione! It's not funny! Do you know what catnip does to a person… er… cat?" Ron's face was still red, his expression one of horrified indignation. "It was Snape! I mean… can you imagine if I was the cat to hump his leg! Bleurgh!" He shuddered, obviously not wanting to think about humping any part of Severus Snape's anatomy. Harry, on the other hand, didn't think humping Severus would be at all terrible. He kept himself from scowling at his friend, keeping the picture of the ginger cat in mind, making him laugh.
"Really, Ronald. What were you doing in your animal form, after curfew? You brought this on yourself, you know." She grinned, holding in her own laughter. She was getting good at it lately.
Harry just chuckled and shook his head. Hermione and Ron kind of reminded him of his and Severus' relationship. They were always bickering like an old, married couple.
"Guys, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. I'm gonna go catch something to eat before class." He stood up and grabbed his pack, heading out the door.
"Harry…" at Ron's voice, he turned around, waiting.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you wanna know why I changed my mind?"
"Should I want to?" He grinned, giving a meaningful look at Hermione's back, as she bent over her bag.
"Git," Ron punched his arm. "That's partly it… but I was thinking… we could be something like the next generation of Marauders. What d'you think?" He gave a grin, obviously excited about his idea.
"You know… I've been thinking about that. But I didn't really think of including you two. I didn't think Hermione would approve… and what with you being so whipped and all…" He grinned, chuckling and rubbing where Ron landed another punch to his arm. "I already have a name for us." He looked out the door, up and down the hall, watching for possible eaves droppers.
"Yeah, and..?"
"The Prank Masters," he snickered at Hermione's disapproving look. She'd joined them just in time to hear the last bit of their conversation.
"Isn't that what Dumbledore called whomever pranked Snape the other day?" She said, not giving away Harry's identity to Ron.
"Oh, Hermione. I think Ron can be privy to information like that," he rolled his eyes. "And yes, he called me a prank master… and I rather like the sound of it. It can be our secret identity!" He laughed at Ron's obvious enthusiasm and Hermione's contemplative look.
"Well… I think to protect our 'identities' even more, we should keep it as a singular pronoun." At their clueless looks, she explained, "I mean, we should keep it as "The Prank Master" rather than "Prank Masters" so they only look for one person."
"Hmm… but if one of us gets caught for a prank… don't you think that's a little unfair?"
"No. All for one and one for all. Ha, maybe if you don't like my first idea, you'd like to be called the Three Musketeers?" She covered her hand with her mouth, hiding a smile.
"No." Harry gave her a deadpan look.
"Oh… alright. 'The Prank Masters' it is. Even though I'm a woman…" she muttered, leading the way to lunch.
*
Severus followed the Golden Trio – nay, the Prank Masters – to lunch, smirking with his new information. He would be on them like a cheap suit! How do I come up with these terrible similes? He rolled his eyes and took a short cut to the Hall. He'd deal with his wayward lover the next time they were alone together.
**
The next time Severus and Harry were alone together happened about a week after the naming/forming of The Prank Masters. In this time, the three Gryffindors had managed to prank three staff members as well as the Headmaster and a few Slytherins – mainly Draco Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
Severus was fuming! He knew who it was, but he had no real proof of it! He'd bet his right testicle that his failure was due to a one Miss Hermione Granger. He took points from Gryffindor whenever he could, but it was little consolation compared to the havoc they'd cause in the past few days.
After every prank, the victim would find a note on plain black parchment, written in silver ink proclaiming them to be the latest recipient of a gift from The Prank Masters. The handwriting was always spelled, so it couldn't be matched to anyone's homework. They'd even developed their own sigil, for God's sake! On the back of every note was a jester's hat with three points, the initials 'TPM' covering it in a very 'professional' way. The little brats! He was loathe to admit that some of the pranks had been amusing… particularly when they'd somehow managed to charm the Headmaster's beard to flash different colours all day. Even Dumbledore couldn't counter it!
When in the privacy of his office (under strong silencing charms), Severus had allowed himself to laugh for five minutes, remembering the look of bewilderment on the old man's face. But, the prank hadn't stopped there. Dumbledore's robes had been spelled to 'match' his beard. They would flash the opposite colour to his beard every few seconds, creating a bright, dizzying, eye-sore. When Albus had set his beard on fire, trying to counter the charm, the entire school had erupted in laughter, their ice cream and pudding forgotten in favour of the sudden shriek from the old man as his chin was singed. That was the part that had Severus's eyes watering. The old codger had that coming! Especially after interrupting Harry and me the other night!
Finally, on the Friday, Severus and Harry had the whole night and next morning to themselves. Severus had no duties and Harry had been assured by Hermione that she would distract Ron from his absence for a while. Severus was looking forward to what he had planned for that night. He would make sure the boy would never forget it as long as he lived.
*
Harry made his way to Severus' rooms as fast as he could under his invisibility cloak. He flattened himself against a wall as a Slytherin prefect patrolled the corridor. The Seventh Year had a look on his face that just screamed at Harry to not get caught.
He knocked softly on the portrait frame, knowing Severus would hear him. Soon, he was let inside by a smirking Potions Master. He didn't trust the sexy smirk. At all.
*
Severus watched Harry walk hesitantly into his chambers. The boy looked nervous, but excited. Good. He allowed his smirk to broaden, giving his face a rather sinister look. Closing the entrance, he turned to greet his lover; whom he'd not seen intimately for nearly a week. He had something special planned indeed.
He stalked silently, coming up behind the young man and placed his hands on the petite shoulders before him. Harry jumped slightly, startled.
"May I take your cloak, Mr Potter?" he held in a chuckle at the scowl on Harry's face.
"Yes, thank you, Professor Snape," he drawled, giving an unimpressed – though, still slightly nervous – look over his shoulder.
Severus took the cloak, draping it over the back of his couch before placing a hand on the small of Harry's back, directing him to the bedroom.
*
Harry gave a curious look to his professor, hesitating slightly before complying. He let himself be guided into the bedroom, unknowing of his fate. He couldn't help but feel that he was being blatantly, wonderfully, manipulated… almost as a punishment. But, for what, he knew not.
Soon, he found himself standing before the side of the bed that he'd slept on as Mutt, that first night he'd spent with Severus. He could feel his knees tremble slightly, keenly awaiting whatever it was his lover had in mind.
"Strip," was the command, breathed into his ear. He felt a tingle travel his spine, landing in his groin. God… that voice! He acquiesced, no trace of modesty in his swift movements.
*
Severus took in each inch of skin as it was revealed to him, locking it away in his memory. He savoured each brief moment of anticipation before the next article of clothing was removed. Oh, but he couldn't wait!
A few moments later, he was looking at the nude back of Harry Potter. The smooth, creamy skin, the taut, firm muscles… the tight, round buttocks practically begging to be fucked raw into the mattress. Licking his lips, he bent closer to the boy's ear so his words could be felt more than heard.
"Good boy. Ten points to Gryffindor," he smirked, the boy's sarcastic smile letting him know his humour wasn't completely unappreciated. "Now," he ran a finger down the slightly-visible spine, "get on the bed, on your back. Limbs spread," he held in a slight gasp as Harry pushed back against his hand a little, before doing as told. Severus was impressed he'd been able to get so far with nary a complaint. He hoped the rest of the night ran as smoothly.
*
The next thing Harry knew, he was bound to the bed, his wrists and ankles tied. His legs were slightly bent, a cushion appearing under the small of his back. He was quite comfortable. And quite immobile. His glasses were then removed, rendering his world nearly unrecognisable, the colours of his teacher's pale skin and dark robes and hair the only thing he could really make out, as the man leant over him. Though he couldn't really see it, he knew there was another smirk on the handsome face only inches from his own.
Severus leant closer, his breath warm and even on Harry's cheek, his arms braced, holding his weight as he held himself above the boy. Harry's breath hitched as he heard the next words uttered in that low, velvet voice.
"You didn't think I would let you get away with all your… misdeeds, did you… Harry?" He swallowed hard, as a warm tongue briefly touched his earlobe before pulling it into the even warmer mouth. He gasped when teeth nipped the tender flesh, sending little sparks of pleasure straight to his growing arousal. The soft lips soon moved on to kissing along his jaw, making a sensual path to his own mouth; open and begging for the kisses he knew were coming, but the wait being so cruelly prolonged. Finally, Severus reached his mouth, pecking at first, landing a kiss on Harry's teeth, the boy's tongue coming out to meet him, only to be blocked by the thin, gorgeous lips. A moan of impatience sounded, making Severus hiss a laugh. A laugh, Harry thought, that was entirely too sinister for the current situation.
*
As the eager little muscle came out to play, Severus couldn't hold in his amusement. The boy truly thought things would go his way. Silly boy. I will have you begging yet. He left the panting mouth, kissing his way to the other ear, down the visible pulse, to a delicious-looking clavicle, to a perky little nipple. He wasted no time with teasing, administering a harsh nip to each before moving down the athletic torso before him, finding an enticing trail of hair leading to the straining erection he was trying very hard to resist. He refused to look at it until he heard the magic word from his young lover.
"Please?" You little brat! Well… still not yet! He frowned slightly, not thinking Harry would give in so easily. He'd not even really started.
"So soon? Why, Potter… what happened to all your courage? I thought you'd hold out at least five minutes. It's barely been two." He pulled away, holding himself above the flushed youth.
"You bastard. Hurry up! I haven't seen you in a week!" He growled, trying to buck his hips, to gain some kind of relief.
"Tch, such impatience. And language. I think I shall have to take away the points you earned earlier."
"Git," he grumbled, pouting slightly, apparently trying to focus his vision on what he knew to be Severus' face.
"A further five points will be taken for childish name-calling," Severus was quite enjoying this. Even if the points weren't really being taken. "Shall we proceed, Mr Potter?" The little huff of acceptance made a smile appear upon his lips, the slightest up-turning of the corners of his mouth, as usual. He carefully moved away from Harry, standing next to the bed, disrobing as quickly as his student. Mentally grinning, he summoned an unlabelled vial from the bathroom, uncorking it, revealing its fruity scent.
"Strawberries? Severus, you shouldn't have…" Harry rolled his eyes, giving his best deadpan look. Well, the best he could manage, given his circumstances…
"Tsk, your attitude is not at all becoming. I believe you will have to be taught manners as well as contrition." He knew his glee could be heard in his voice. He could see it on the slightly apprehensive look on Harry's face.
"What're you going to do? Where's that smell coming from?" He could hear a hint of worry, too. His mental grin broadened along with his physical smirk, as he dipped a finger into the vial, coating it liberally in the aromatic goo. It was warm to the touch. When he traced the finger along Harry's neck, around his nipples, his navel, along his flanks, still refusing to look at the twitching penis, he knew the boy felt the effects of his potion, too. The warmth would be spreading slowly throughout his body, strongest at the points with the most goo.
"Uhh… what is that?" The boy's voice was pure pleasure, no hint of fear or apprehension left.
"It is my own 'special blend', as most of my personal products are. And, clearly, it works perfectly," he raised his brow in his own, unique way, his amusement colouring his voice. The boy didn't respond, lost in the sensations. "It's edible," was all Severus said before positioning himself over the boy, on his elbows, tracing the lines and circles of goo with his tongue, teeth and lips.
*
Ohgodohgodohgod! This is amazing… what is he doing to me? How does he know exactly where to go? To touch? Ohhhh, Harry's moans were not only in his head. All he was capable of were unintelligible sounds and unconscious arching and bucking as Severus rested his weight on one elbow, trailing a hand around Harry's body, not light enough to tickle, but not firm enough to be a satisfying caress. The long, nimble fingers sometimes tweaked a nipple, pinched an arse cheek, or cupped his face, but never did they wander to where he was aching for it the most. The bastard better hurry up, or I'll come without him touching it! He moaned impatiently as lips latched onto the skin around his belly button, sucking it into the devilishly pleasurable mouth, the teeth marking him slightly. It felt so good… but it was all too slow! He needed friction and he needed it now!
Finally, the lubricious gel was gone from all but his flanks. He moaned in relief as the tongue finally found it, slowly licking it off, seemingly tasting, savouring his flesh as it went. He bucked a little, practically able to feel his pre-ejaculate dripping. He could feel every drop as it made its way from the tip of his head, down the steel-like shaft, to the base, resting upon his sac.
He could feel every pulse in his testicles, every throb of his penis, as Severus' sinful mouth made its torturous journey around the most sensitive place. Fucking hell! I swear, I'm going to kill him if he doesn't hurry the fuck up! Though his thoughts were angry and intelligible, his vocal capability was zero. All he could do was moan and groan and whimper as pleasure upon pleasure assaulted his body. All he could do was feel.
*
Severus gave up holding in his moans, gave up controlling his breathing, as he finally made contact with the heavily-weeping erection. He'd shimmied down Harry's body, licking the rather sweet lubricant from the trim little muscles. The taste was strong, but it couldn't completely block the personal taste of the boy from his questing tongue. It was salty and spicy at the same time. He enjoyed every moment of it as he licked and kissed his way down his lover.
As his mouth slowly encased the heavy arousal, his moan mingled with Harry's. The boy's sounds of pleasure sounded low and deep, music to his ears.
"Severus!" His name slipping from Harry's mouth almost had him losing his control. As much as he wanted to make the boy beg for hours on end, he didn't think he could make himself wait that long. Then, an idea hit him. He smirked around the thick appendage in his mouth, the idea seeming more wonderful as the seconds went by.
With one last swipe of his tongue, Severus pulled away, grabbing his wand from the bedside table. Muttering a couple of words, he tapped the palm of his free hand, conjuring what appeared to be a small leather belt, with no buckle. Chuckling darkly, he wrapped it around the base of Harry's penis, holding the two ends together until they melted together, creating a tight pressure. With a moan, Harry bucked into his hands.
"More!" He groaned out, his eyes closed tight.
"Patience," Severus drawled, resuming his position over the swollen member. He licked his lips, the brief anticipation of what was to come almost too much for him. Giving himself a slight squeeze, he brought his hands up to Harry's hips, sliding them into position, cupping the firm cheeks. His right middle finger making slow circles around the winking little anus, feeling the tight ring of muscle.
Bobbing his head down once more, Severus enveloped as much of Harry's penis as he could. He savoured the taste, letting each inch rest on his tongue a moment before taking more into his mouth. The low keening from above was making his own groin twitch; he had to cup himself several times as he pleasured his student.
After cupping himself once more, he brought his hand up to squeeze and roll Harry's engorged sac. The firm, but soft texture was enticing. So much so, that he left the now-angry-red shaft, suckling the flesh beneath it into his mouth, grazing gently with his teeth, pressing the pumping vein with his tongue, earning himself a rather loud, appreciative moan from above. The sound caused him to make one in kind, reflexively. The vibrations from his mouth surrounding the tight, heavy sac, making the bound erection above leak a little, so strong was the pressure building within the boy.
*
Harry couldn't take it anymore! It was too much! He didn't know how much more he could take! He needed to come. He needed to come urgently. But, at the same time, he wanted Severus inside him, filling him to his core. He wanted Severus inside him, coming inside him. Moaning again at the thought, he pulled himself together just enough to articulate the gist of what he needed.
"Sev… inside me… coming… fill me. Now!" He moaned, arching, as a firm hand pumped him steadily, no lubricant other than what had managed to squeeze through his blocked urethra.
*
Those disjointed words spilling over Harry's lips, so full of need, for him, broke Severus' usually-iron will. He groaned around the testes, giving the arousal in his hand one last pump, before pulling away completely.
He grabbed his wand once more, vanishing the ties from Harry's wrists and ankles. With another muttered spell, he'd lubricated his own needy erection with more of his own potion, this one smelling faintly of pineapple, and knelt between his love's still-spread legs.
"Turn over," he rasped, even as he used his hand to help the boneless boy to move. With a relieved groan, Harry complied once more, rolling onto his stomach, a long, low moan coming from his throat as his penis made contact with the soft covers of the bed. At the sight, Severus, had to squeeze himself once more.
With gentle hands, Severus positioned Harry onto his knees, pushing his upper body down to rest on his elbows, his cheek against the mattress.
Muttering his spell once more, Severus coated his hand in the yellow version of the lubricant potion. Without warning, he thrust two fingers into the tight opening, a low, appreciative sound of arousal falling from his lips at the tight passage, clenching his digits. His appreciation was met with that of Harry. The younger man's own sounds constantly chiming, encouraging Severus to keep going.
Soon, he was pumping not only his fingers in and out of Harry's anus, but he'd reached around to grip the still-bound erection. It was hot and heavy in his hand, a surprising amount of pre leaking onto his fingers, creating a wet friction he knew the boy would be appreciative of.
Another chorus of moans and whimpers later, Severus had worked three fingers into the clenching hole, finding Harry's prostate on the second thrust. As soon as the pleasured sounds deepened, and the body before him began pushing back even more, he increased his pace, hoping to bring the boy to a dry climax before entering him.
He succeeded. Barely. It seemed Harry was determined to come with him inside. Who was he to deny such an obvious request? But that didn't mean he couldn't bring the boy to orgasm at least once before letting him come.
"Severus! Now!" The breathy demand was too much. He had to be inside his lover. He needed to feel the tight, clenching muscles around his penis, sucking him in as his fingers had been for the past few minutes.
With a slight sigh of half-disappointment, half-relief, they both readied themselves for the main event.
"Ready?" Was Harry's only warning, before Severus thrust in, sheathing himself in one move. The cry of pain soon gave way to another moan.
"Severus! Ohh… move!" Demanding little shit… he smirked as he pulled out a little, slamming back in, aiming for where he knew the prostate to be.
*
There was nothing going on in Harry's head as his arse was, quite literally, pounded into the mattress. He didn't try to monitor the sounds coming from his mouth. He didn't care if the whole castle heard him! He clenched his fists around the covers, burying his face in his pleasure, as Severus fucked him into oblivion.
The band around his penis was infuriatingly tight. It was keeping him from coming. It almost hurt, the leather cutting into his flesh, slightly. He grit his teeth, bringing a hand down to try to release it.
"Uh," Severus' disapproving voice sounded from behind him, as the man clutched his hips a little tighter. "Not yet," he could feel the bastard's smirk.
After a few painful moments, he felt a hand smooth up his side, around and up to his chest, caressing the firm pectoral, pinching the nipple. With a shiver of delight, Harry decided to just completely give in to what he knew Severus wanted.
"Please! Oh, god, please. Let me come!" He pushed back, meeting every thrust, keeping up with the furious pace his Potions Master was setting.
*
Ah, finally. Good boy. Severus was pleased. He'd managed to get Harry Potter to beg several times in the past few minutes. It's a Kodak moment… growling partly in frustration with his own mind, and mostly in absolute desire for the squirming body beneath him, Severus reached around and countered the spell holding the band in place. It fell away, accompanied by a sigh, and a hand reaching up to wrap around the aching flesh, meeting his own fingers. He allowed the boy to join him, their fingers entwining, their timing perfectly synchronised, meeting each other every time.
Suddenly, Severus manoeuvred them so they were on their sides, legs entwined like their fingers, their pace still furious. Sliding his left arm up and around, Severus found Harry's hand, clasping them together as they worked themselves vigorously to climax.
He could feel every muscle of Harry's back against his own front, could feel the tension and release every time the youth moved. He held his lover closer, tucking his face into the sweaty neck, taking a deep breath, memorizing the smell of Harry about to come. It was wonderful.
*
Severus was pressed right against his back. He could practically feel the man's heart beating in tandem with his own. His breath hitched even more when he felt himself being held tighter, his hands being squeezed in the larger ones surrounding them.
The pace only increased, making his legs part further, as he subconsciously strove to draw Severus in deeper. He squeezed his anal passage around the hardness inside him, marvelling at the size, wondering briefly, how such a large member could have ever fit. He squeezed again, continuing to do so with every second thrust. The shallow breathing in his ear told him his lover was close. He could feel the man's penis swelling even further as they drove each other to come first.
He lifted his leg a little more, pushing his arse back, just as he felt the warmth of his orgasm approach. He worked harder, trying to bring them both over the edge as quickly as possible. He brought their clasped hands up, loosening his grip so he could hold Severus' head with a handful of hair. He pulled, twisting his neck to meet the man in a kiss as they both finally fell into the chasm, their semen coating both their hands and Harry's insides. The cries of ecstasy died on the carpeted floors, only a faint echo returning to them from the stone walls.
Riding out their pleasure, still clutching each other tightly, they caught their breath, sharing sweet kisses every so often, pressing their cheeks together.