-1Sweet Muggle Candy
By BertaS
8-25-8
A/N: I know that I should be working on Hairy Snape but this is what came out. No real warnings on this one.
Sweet Muggle Candy
He was amazed by the noises he was pulling from the young savior of the Wizarding world.
Only hours before, the young Harry Potter had utterly destroyed the evil that was Voldemort. Now the young man lay sprawled on the sofa under the potion stained hands of Severus Snape.
Other than a small whimper and a grimace of pain when Snape had first started, the only sounds the boy had made were to express his delight in what the Potions Master was doing to him. Pleasurable moans and groans were all that were heard from Potter along with an occasional, "Oh God," or, "Feels so good." And once a full sentence "Mmm please Snape don't stop."
It did however, eventually come to an end and as the Potions Master stood straightening his clothing Potter rolled over on the sofa to smile tiredly up at the tall man and mumbled, "Thank you Professor, that was wonderful. You're a life saver."
Snape snorted as he resealed the small pot of ointment he had been using, "Hardly Mr. Potter."
When the boy had struggled into his T-shirt, Snape handed him the pot, "Your ointment, Potter." He then moved toward the door.
"Professor? I wanted to thank you. Not just for this." He gestured to the pot and the couch, "Which was absolutely brilliant, by the way. But," he paused shrugging, "for everything. Thank you Professor."
Snape's expression softened slightly, "You are quite welcome Mr. Potter. However," he sneered, "should you ever call me a sweet Muggle candy again I guarantee you will need more than a bit of Bruise Ointment." Then in a flurry of fluttering black robes he was gone.
Harry sat back on the sofa laughing so hard that the massive bruises on his back that Snape had just treated were completely forgotten.
The End
A/N Please review, BertaS