Cornish Pixies

A knock on the door was unanswered, pushing the door open, the room was void of any life. Any normal person would have come back later or waited around but not Harry. Knowing how Severus felt about him he felt perhaps he could do a little more then other people could and go without being reprimanded. Grinning like the Cheshire cat he sprinted off to the room of requirement.

Returning not even ten minutes later he knocked on the door, nothing-perfect. Hustling through the door with a large cage he hurried across the room. The cage containing ten very angry Cornish pixies. Harry had wanted to do this to Snape for almost his entire time he had been in the Wizarding world and now he could, and probably get off Scott free due to the man having a soft spot for him, even if he did deny it and act like he hated Harry, they all knew the truth.

Practically running across the room with a spring in his step he stopped at his desk and opened the bottom drawer. Pondering for a moment how he was going to get them in the bottom drawer he shook the cage for good measure. Getting to his knees he angled the door of the cage above the drawer, opening the cage door he shook it, the pixies, now even more pissed off fell with a thud. He flung the drawer shut as quick as he could. This was payback for all the times he had been an ass to him.

Getting to his feet Harry sat in the headmasters office, waiting. He had decided to take up residency in the headmasters own chair, throwing his legs over the arm moving them casually. He looked to his nails, bored.

How much longer would he be? His head snapped up when he heard the large door swing open.

Severus walked in slowly, not noticing Harry until he took a few swift steps towards his desk. He could only shake his head and ask god what he had done to deserve to cross paths with him today.

"Please tell me Potter, why are you in my chair?"

He shrugged, "Looked comfortable." He stretched his hands above his head, his spine clicking into place.

"I see." Came the dry reply.

"I guess you will be wanting your chair back?"

A raise of a single brow said it all, Harry got to his feet, stepping around to the front of the desk and taking a seat.

"What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Just wanted to congratulate you on the upcoming nuptials."

"Thank... You." His words unsure.

"Anything else you wish to know Potter whilst you are here or did you merely come to annoy the shit out of me?"

Harry cocked his head to the side, thinking. "Just came to annoy you." He smirked.

"Well can you go do something constructive and leave me, don't you have a wedding to plan or something. I was sure you would be positively bouncing off the walls." Leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs.

"I do, but thought I would come and visit my good friend."

Severus looked around the room with cause before shrugging. "Well he doesn't seem to be here, Potter. I have no friends."

Harry smirked "Come on, we know you love me, you said so. And I am your friend."

He cringed, he knew that would come back to bite him on the ass. Deciding to ignore the friend comment. "Is there some reason you have decided to spend your free time in my presence?"

"No, not really. I do have things to do, Hermione just wanted me to come up and ask you to go over the list on your desk, it is a final draft of guests. And I thought what better way to see my good friend then bring the list up myself, see how it was hanging."

"Hanging..." he could only shake his head at Harry's lack of eloquence.
"Well I better be going, would love to stay and chat but places to be, things to do, you know how it is."
He got to his feet, spun on his heel walking to the door her turned back around. "Oh, she said something about leaving the list in your bottom drawer when you are done or you will lose it." And left the man behind. If only Severus really knew what he had left behind. He almost skipped from the room and down the halls, oh how deliciously evil was he.

HG/SS

Harry returned to Hermione and Draco, both looking up from the bridle magazine they were reading as he walked in. "You took your time." Hermione stated.

"Yeah well he wasn't there so I waited around."
"I see." Came Hermione's blunt reply. She had been spending way to much time with Severus, he was starting to rub off onto her.
"And I had to leave him a little something." Harry now trying to stifle a laugh, he was so proud of what he had done.

"Oh no, what have you done, Harry." Hermione got to her feet crossing her arms over her chest.
"I... I left him some really pissed off Cornish Pixies in his bottom drawer."
"But that is the draw I told you to tell him to leave the list."
"Exactly." Harry waggled his eyebrows, Hermione could only shake her head.

"You want to hope he finds as much humour in it as you do." Hermione sighed, she was used to Harry's little shenanigans he could pull at times, but she was sure Severus was not. He had a low tolerance for things and was worried Harry may end up strung by his feet dangling over the Astronomy tower.

"Where the hell did you get Cornish pixies anyway?" Draco asked, still sitting on the floor flipping through the magazine.

"Room of requirement."
"Figure's." Draco answered.

"I just wish I could be there to see the look on his face."

"If I were you I would not even be in the castle when it happens." Hermione offered.

"Oh come on Hermione, you have to admit it will be hell funny, and who says I done it, could have been anyone."

"No one would be stupid enough to do it but you." Hermione sat back down next to Draco.
"It is only a few little pixies, I am sure a grown wizard can take care of them pretty easily."
"You want to hope so." She rolled her eyes at him.

HG/SS

There, he was done- Finally. After two hours of going over the list, well five minutes going over the list, one hour and fifty five minutes of pondering whether to send his mother an invitation. He had not seen nor heard from her for over twenty years, he was not sure if she was even still alive or if she would come. She was the only family he had, should he dare bring her into the mix? What if Hermione hated her? What if she hated Hermione. What is she got the invite and sent back a letter of rejection. He could not put up with rejection from his mother, even as a grown man she still meant something to him.

He had decided against asking her, best to leave things as they were, he had Hermione and that was all he needed.

He looked over the list again, his heart sunk, there was not one of his friends on the list, who was he kidding, he had no friends. He never really had any friends in life, maybe Lucius during school, his guide and mentor, he looked up to the older Wizard but things soon changed upon the reign of the dark lord. They drifted apart, Lucius always running to the every beck and call of the lord.

Severus was never very popular, he probably had his shady character and cold attitude to thank for that. Hermione was probably the only friend he had ever had in his life, and so be it. He sighed, what he would've given to be liked, to be popular. It was a lonely life up until he met Hermione. Shaking his head he stared back down at the list, not one god damn friend in his life, he must truly have been a bad person in his life. Deciding to leave his pity party he slowly opened the bottom drawer, list in hand. Before he could even blink a flurry of blue came flying out of the drawer and began darting across the room in all direction. Giving himself a moment to compose himself he finally realised what they were.

"Potter," He yelled out in a fit of rage as he aimed his wand and knocked one Pixie to the floor. Watching the other nine grab his large piles of paper work and spread them around the room, he could only shake his head and fix the problem at hand. After a long ten minutes and ten vanished pixies he stalked out of the room, he was going to give Potter a piece of his mind.

Walking with purpose to where he knew Potter was, probably laughing his head off at his little joke. He would give him a piece of his mind and eventually revenge for the practical joke. He stopped, that is all it was, a practical joke, nothing harmful. A practical joke, something friends done amongst one another. Friends, he really did have friends.

HG/SS

"I cannot believe he was not even angry." Draco watched as the seamstress altered Hermione's wedding gown.
"I know, must've mellowed out," Harry offered. He too was quiet surprised when Severus had just walked into the room shook, shook his head and said thank you. The three of them nearly fell off the couch they were sitting on.

"Well, you just got him on a good day," Hermione mumbled, watching the woman work on her dress. It was only three weeks until the wedding and they had so much still to do. She had opted for a white gown, Harry making a snide passing comment about white being for Virgins and if she had wound the odometer back, which in turn scored him a dead arm.

The dress, strapless had intricate details from the hem up to the bodice, swirling and snaking around, done is Swarvoski crystals.

"Done," the woman stated. Hermione could only beam, her wedding dress was finished, done, and it was spectacular.

HG/SS

Hermione lay in bed, reading a book. The wedding planning, even with the great help from Harry and Draco, was still tiring. Hearing the door open she looked up and nearly fell over, well if she wasn't lying down she would have. Severus, ready for bed at 9 pm. That was unheard of, usually he was up till at least 1 am.
"You must be feeling sick?" She looked up

Watching the man remove his outer robes he replied, "Why so?"

"You are here before early morning." She shut her book and placed it on the night stand.

"So it would seem." Came his almost bordering on a sarcastic reply, now naked he picked his clothes up from the ground and laid them gently over the end of the bed.

She pulled the quilt back for him, hinting for him to slide in beside her. He watched her for a moment before surrendering to her whim.

She let out a small squeal when the man grabbed her and pulled himself to her. He held himself against her body, feeling the skin and satin of the night gown she wore. She was warm and smelt wonderful, and he was going to fuck her tonight. It had been so long since he had made love to her he was sure he would have limited self control, probably no control at all.

Instantly she felt herself aroused, it had been so long since he had touched her, held her, she had almost forgotten how it felt, how he felt. Rubbing her thigh with his thumb in small circles goosebumps quickly covered her body.

Turning so her back was now to him he wrapped an arm tight around her waist. "I never want to let go," came a hushed whisper from within. His hot breath hitting her ear, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

She never replied, instead she chose to close her eyes tight and listen to him breathing, every breath hit her neck gently. He placed a zealous kiss upon her neck, closing his eyes. He wished he could stay like this forever, to die like this right where he was, he would die a very happy man.

An hour passed and not a word was spoken, each just relishing in one another's touch, feeling the love they had for one another. How did he get so lucky? He had asked himself that so many times and he still did not have the answer. He guessed someone out there liked him and aligned the universe just right so he could find happiness.

Taking a deep breath he rolled her over onto her back. Climbing atop of her resting some of his weight on her he looked down into her eyes. A glint of malicious masked by that of want. He forced his mouth onto hers, lighting fast she did not have time to take in what was happening. His lips caressing hers, her lips fumbling for a second before capturing his. He ran a hand up under her silken night gown, brushing the back of his hand over her pussy. She spread her legs just a touch, groaning when he pulled his hand out from the nightgown and caressed her cheek. He nudged his tongue into her mouth which she accepted gratefully. The tongues clashed with ferocity of passion, each one flicking the other.

He pulled away from her mouth, resting his forehead against her own."I need to feel your bare skin against mine," His voice rasped, sounding almost foreign to him.
He grabbed the hem of the night gown, tugging it hard over her head and throwing it carelessly on the floor. He grabbed his wand and darkened the room, just how he wanted it.

Running his hands from her hips, along her flat stomach she arched her back into his touch, her skin soft against his large hands, the softness tingled his palms.
He followed his hands, placing two soft kisses on her belly button. "Oh girl, you have no idea what you do to me," he growled low in his throat. He was intoxicated by her. He had accidentally come into her life, and he was damn well going to stay in it on purpose.

She tenderly ran her hands through is soft black hair, he rubbed his cheek against her stomach, almost cat like. He traced lazy circles on her thigh, with every circle he inched his hand closer to the spot he wanted nothing more then to sheath himself within.

Slowly he moved his hand to her wet opening, she parted her legs just a touch allowing him entry. Sinking one single finger within he soft velvety walls he wanted to just moan at the feeling, it had been so long, too long in fact. Pulling out his finger he wiggled his way up her body, placing a chaste kiss on her lips he positioned himself. With one thrust he sunk his whole length within her, his eye rolling back in his head as the tightness overcome him.

Hermione let out a soft grunt at the sudden feeling of fullness within her. Resting his hands on her shoulders he began to thrust slowly, wanting to relish in the closeness of his wife to be. He inhaled deeply, she smelt like vanilla and honey.

She slowly matched his pace, slow to begin, with, quickening with ferocity a few minutes in. He could not hold himself much longer, but wanted to bring her to a climax first. Gritting his teeth painfully, he continued on. Taking deep controlling breaths he fastened up, he felt her hips grinding into his own, his balls slapping against her. It was taking a huge deal of self control not to come in side of her right now.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity he felt nails in his back and clamped muscles around his cock, followed by a few shuddered breaths from the woman beneath him.
Finally, he could let himself go, relaxing he came within seconds "ugh ugh." The sound he let out as he let what felt like enough come to fill a bathtub.

Rolling off, he cuddled in close to her, resting his head on her chest he took in a deep breath. The smell of vanilla and honey now mingled with that of sex and sweat.

"I love you, Hermione Granger," He murmured, his eyelids getting heavy.
"I love you, Severus Snape." Came he soft reply, he could only smile as he drifted off to sleep.

A/N: 6 pages! Can you believe it? It took me a week to write, I lost my muse, so it is not as good as I or anyone else had hoped. None the less I hope you enjoy. I had, in my head, the idea of Harry and the Cornish Pixies for months now! I just had to do it. Sorry if it seems stupid.
Thank you for all the reviews, and favourites! They make me smile.

Oh! I went to the Harry Potter Exhibition yesterday... Wow, it was awesome. And I go to see Snape's robes! Nothing like I imagined. They were navy! FREAKIN NAVY! They look black in the movies. And his boots are not what I thought either, honestly they look like black leather horse riding boots. But still, none the less I was swooning over getting to see his wand and robes.
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