He felt a shiver make its way through the boy at his words, satisfied that he'd regained some kind of control.
Chapter 29
Harry moaned, bringing his hands up to grasp Severus' thighs as he tasted the first drops of semen to land on his tongue; the cock in his mouth twitched and throbbed, filling him so sweetly; the tip nearly coming to hit the back of his throat before pulling away again as his teacher built his pace, thrusting harder and harder into his mouth.
He felt his lips tingle after a while, trying to keep them wrapped over his teeth as the professor fucked into his mouth. His left hand fondled the large sac, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure before slowly dragging his nails over the soft flesh, sending tingles of pleasure straight to the pooling orgasm in his professor's belly. His own arousal lay neglected, bobbing between his legs as he knelt before the man, his body vibrating with the powerful thrusts.
Soon, Severus had to stand; his position on the chair didn't allow him to move as hard or fast as he needed. Harry was only too happy to take it all.
But suddenly, a knock on the door put an abrupt halt to everything.
"Severus," the muffled voice of McGonagall stopped them as harshly as if she were watching them.
"Shit!" Harry swore, pulling away. Severus growled, tucking himself away, flicking his wand, setting them both to rights.
Harry moved to sit on the rickety chair again, his face set in a scowl (not having to act because of a certain Head of Gryffindor).
"Enter," the Slytherin called, arranging himself to look as though he were lecturing Harry.
McGonagall entered, looking grave, then surprised when she saw Harry.
"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," she said, eyeing her student in a way that clearly said what did you do now?
"Not at all. Potter was just leaving," Severus dismissed the boy, adding a displeased tone for good measure. "How can I help you, Minerva?" was the last thing Harry heard as he left the office, thoroughly pissed and majorly cock-blocked.
X
The next day, Harry woke in a sudden panic. Until that very moment, he hadn't even thought about it, but suddenly realised that it was the twelfth of December and he hadn't bought Severus a Christmas present!
What am I going to get him! Potions ingredients? Boring! A cloak? Lame… sweets? He's not a girl! Fuck!
All day, Harry wandered around, trying to think of something to get Severus. I'll just have go sleuthing… he grinned, heading towards the dungeons. If someone's down there, I'll pretend to ask about the Potions essay! Brilliant!
He nearly skipped the rest of the way to the dungeons, gleefully confident in his cunning excuse.
X
Severus nearly shoved his head into the potion simmering on his workbench as Dumbledore relayed a 'humorous' tale of his days at Hogwarts… when he was one hundred years younger.
"—ha, and then! Then, my dear Severus; Elias jumped into the lake, trying to get the pixies off his robes!" The old man chortled at the memory, sipping a cup of tea.
"Hilarious," he deadpanned, stirring the contents of his potion before returning to his desk. "Albus," he sighed, trying to be respectful to his employer, "why are you here?"
"Oh. Right you are, m'boy!" The old man set down his cup and pulled a scroll of parchment from his beard. "The board of governors is inspecting the school after Christmas. They want to make sure everything is running smoothly." He handed over the parchment, allowing Severus to peruse the official letter and signatures.
"Lucius Malfoy is observing my class? For an entire day?" He slammed the parchment down, incredulous. "If he – if he disrupts my classroom and causes some kind of accident… so help me, Albus… I'll cut off his hair and use it in a potion!"
"Calm down, Severus. These things happen. I'm sure Lucius will observe from a safe distance," he smiled, not at all comforting the potions professor.
"He will be silent! Seen and not heard."
"I'm sure he will." Then, the Headmaster stood, taking his leave. "I will see you later, Severus. I have to let Minerva and Filius know about the audit," and, with a smile and a wave, he was out the door.
X
Harry turned the corner, just in time to run into the Headmaster.
"Harry, my boy! How are you? Staying out of trouble, I hope!" He smiled kindly, hands clasped over his beard.
"Hello, Professor," he forced his voice to sound normal. "I'm just on my way to ask Professor Snape a question for my essay," he smiled, hoping the man wouldn't ask too many questions.
"Ah, good to see you're able to approach Professor Snape with your questions! It seems you're getting on much better. Well done."
"… yes, sir."
"I'm afraid I can't stay and chat, Harry, but do pop up for tea some time, won't you?"
"Sure… thank you, sir."
"A pleasure, dear boy."
Harry watched as Dumbledore left, glad he didn't have to talk to him for too long. He had some investigating to do! Grinning, he hurried the rest of the way to Severus' office.
When he arrived, Severus' back was turned as he attended a potion on his workbench.
Smirking, Harry muttered Vocce Modicum and, imitating Dumbledore, spoke to Severus.
"Severus, m'boy! How about a skinny dip in the lake?" The man whirled around, glaring furiously.
"Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore! What in the – Potter?" he scowled, reigning in his temper.
"Wow, Sev. Calm down…" He laughed, walking over to his professor, who looked as though he was having an aneurism.
"Potter… that wasn't funny." But the boy could only roar with laughter as his lover scowled.
X
Severus quickly composed himself, refusing to give the brat the satisfaction of him squirming.
"Potter, sit down," he motioned to the seat before his desk. The boy complied, grinning like a loon.
"What's wrong, Sev?"
"I'm afraid things will become a little more… difficult very soon," he settled into his chair, steepling his fingers, contemplating how best to continue.
"How so? What's going on? Does this have anything to do with Dumbledore? I saw him in the corridor…"
"Shut up, Potter. Yes; Dumbledore has alerted me to an upcoming audit. The board of governors feels they need to make sure we're providing quality education … which means Lucius Malfoy has decided to snoop around the school for some reason."
"Malfoy, eh?" Harry scowled.
"Indeed. If you think Draco's a little shit, wait until you meet Lucius. He's… let's just say 'like father, like son,'" he frowned.
"Hmm… I met him for a bit in Second Year. But… what does that mean for us?"
"While Lucius is here, we will not see each other outside of class or meals. You will not send owls or any other means of communication while he's here. Do you understand?" The boy nodded, looking morose. "No detentions?"
"You will most likely receive detentions, but if they're with me, Lucius will most likely wish to observe… and, as you may imagine, it will not be pleasant for you," he smirked. "I may enjoy it, however." That last comment received a deadpan look, expressing obvious disdain.
"When is he auditing?"
"After Christmas."
"Well, that gives us plenty of time to… say a brief goodbye," he winked, causing Severus to frown and sigh.
"Potter. He will be here for a week. A business week. That means he will be here for five days. Surely you will be able to last for five days?" He raised an eye-brow.
"Oh! But Sevvie-pants! What will I do without you!" the boy mocked, clasping his hands under his chin and fluttering his eyelashes.
"Brat," the Slytherin growled, crossing his arms.
X
Harry laughed, standing to join Severus on his chair.
"Lighten up, you grouchy old thing!" He wrapped an arm around his teacher's shoulders, burying his face in the man's neck.
"You're jovial enough for the both of us, it seems… what brings you down here anyway?"
"Oh, nothing. I just thought I'd say hello."
"Well, if that's all, I'll return to my brewing," he gave a lazy smirk, making no move to get up.
"Is it important?" Harry leant in for a soft kiss.
"Extremely," Severus gave another.
"Then you should get back to work," Harry initiated a long, lazy kiss, trailing down the man's throat, his hands burying themselves into the long, black hair.
Before Severus could reply, the boy stood and headed for the door, pausing to give him a cheeky wink.
"See you later, Professor."
Kissing Severus had given him the perfect idea for a Christmas present.
AN: Apologies, dear readers! I know this took a while to post, but I've been really busy lately. Real life will be even busier in the coming weeks, so any updates will be sporadic. Please bear with me!
Anyway, a quick note about where I'm going with Harry Cocker:
As one of you pointed out, it is rather PWPish, but I never really meant for this to have a serious plot. This started out as a spoof, but has developed into something a little more… but it still isn't a serious story. I just thought I would have some fun with it until I came to an end at some point – which is very close. I know where I want to go with it and I have a more serious sequel floating around in my head. This one will probably take a while to eek out onto paper and then computer… but it's there. Somewhere… :P
Thank you all for keeping with it this long. I really do appreciate all the amazing, lovely, wonderful reviews!