Harry woke sore and completely blissful. He'd missed having Severus sleeping with him, the warmth of another body curled around his own, strong arms encircling him and holding him through the night. And of course there was the amazing sex, but that was another story entirely. The bed was cold beside him and Harry sighed and lifted his head. On the nightstand beside the double four poster mahogany bed there sat a piece of folded parchment bearing his name. He grasped the note in his hand and unfolded it.
Gone to Diagon Alley in search of potions ingredient not covered by Minerva. You know the one. Be back soon but I'll most likely be starting class so make yourself comfortable. S.
Harry groaned. Really? He had expected a better morning after than this. Although Snape had gone to get more ingredients for the loosening potion they always used, Harry felt a bit left out. He'd wanted to spend the morning together seeing as how it was the first time they'd had the chance to physically be with one another in quite some time. They'd been living through owl messages and fireplace calls for far too long. He pouted and lay in bed for almost another hour before he decided that moping wasn't going to get him what he wanted. He needed to get that himself. But how? Last night had been a good start to rekindling their passion, but even with a sore buttocks and several love marks to remember it by, Harry wanted more. He pulled the covers off his body and swung his feet to the floor and began pacing in nothing but a pair of old muggle boxers. He was positively ravenous for Severus now that he was back and he couldn't get enough of him. He needed to feel him again and soon. He couldn't wait until classes were over, but Severus would never risk a quickie in the classroom and wasn't much for frolicking around in the broom cupboard for a fondle.
He walked from the bedroom to the small sitting area, sulking. He called a house elf and ordered coffee and breakfast, but when the food appeared on his plate he didn't eat it. The coffee was gone in a matter of moments, and he refilled his mug more than once. He tried to think of how to make himself available throughout the day, in ways that would make him irresistible to the potions professor. He could wait in the teacher's meeting room wrapped in red silk ties with a bow on top (Severus and he had always entertained the idea of bondage but had yet to get around to trying it). He'd have to inform McGonagall about his plan to ensure the room would be empty and Snape would find his way there, and that didn't sound all that appealing to Harry. Her actively knowing about his and Severus' sex life made his stomach churn. He also didn't like the thought of someone bursting in on him naked, which ruled out chaining himself up in one of the dungeon rooms and waiting for Snape to find him. Soon enough Harry was out of ideas. He thought about calling on Hermione for help (she was usually informative, even if a little embarrassed by his requests), but decided he wanted to this on his own. If only he could think of something really good….
And then it hit him. He jumped off the chair he had been sitting in and raced back into the bedroom to his trunk. He unlatched the large, golden buckles and lifted it open. Inside were several trinkets from his years as a student. There were gifts from Ron and Hermione, his golden snitch, and even a copy of The Tales of Beetle the Bard, which he had been given by Mrs. Weasley a number of years ago along with a number of her old knitted sweaters he couldn't bring himself to get rid of. At the bottom of the trunk lay his invisibility cloak, unused for some time. Harry smirked to himself and congratulated himself on his stroke of utter brilliance. Snape would never see it coming.
Harry moved as silently as he possibly could under his cloak. It wouldn't do well to be noisy in the room full of students and a certain potions professor, not if his plan was going to work. He needed the element of surprise which meant trying to keep his somewhat clumsy feet from tripping or stumbling as he moved under his invisibility cloak. Snape looked calmer than yesterday, although the first year Ravenclaws still trembled before him as he walked the rows of students pointing out mistakes and mumbling under his breath. Harry couldn't help but admire the man with his long, flowing black robes that stood out starkly against his pale skin. His long black hair framed his face and the way he glared down his rather large nose at the students was endearing to Harry. He almost sighed when Snape reached a hand out to one boy to stir his potion, his long elegant fingers curling around the rod and making Harry's own rod give an interested twitch. Suddenly, Snape spun around, robes billowing behind him, and began making his way back to his desk. Harry followed him as silently as he possibly could. Snape stood bent over his desk, shuffling through parchment. Harry gently lifted his hand and ran his fingers down his spine. His fingers ghosting gently over the thick, black fabric. Snape quickly stood up straight and looked around, his eyes suspicious. Harry tried not to laugh.
"Severus," he whispered. Snape's eyes went wide.
"What are you doing here, Harry? I'm in class," he said, his lips barely moving and voice as quiet as it could go, his soft timbre making Harry shiver in delight.
"Hence the cloak, Sev."
"But why?"
Harry paused. "Because I miss you."
With that, Harry ran his hand down Snape's back, a bit more forcefully than before. He didn't stop his downward motion until his hands were cupping Snape's buttocks, squeezing gently and letting him know exactly what he missed. Snape tensed as Harry pressed himself flush against his back.
"Harry…" Snape began uncertainly.
"Relax. They can't see me, remember? If you don't want them to know something's going on, be quiet. Act normal," Harry whispered against his neck, biting down. The cloak didn't allow him the access he wanted, but Snape definitely felt him. "Sit down."
Snape complied, sliding gracefully into his chair and picking up a quill, pretending to work on grading the parchment in front of him. Harry smirked, knowing he wasn't going to be focused on that for long. Quietly, he got down on his knees and crawled under the table. He placed his hands on Snape's thighs and gently parted them before rubbing his face in his crotch, inhaling Snape's scent through his robes. His hands trembled slightly as he began unbuttoning his lower region. What if someone sees? That thought echoed in his mind, screaming at him, but when he got the robes opened and Snape's cock popped free, his mind went blank. He was glad there was a cloth covering the front of the desk so no one could possibly know what was going on underneath. Snape's cock twitched in the chill air, lifting slightly towards his belly. He grunted softly, having taken Harry's suggestion to be quiet, lest the children hear him. Harry smirked and fondled his balls lightly, rolling them in his hand. He knew exactly how Snape liked it, hard and quick. Harry held him in his hand, steadying him before swallowing him down completely. Snape gasped rather loudly before biting his cheek to keep himself silent as he was fully engulfed in Harry's wet heat, his cock hardening and growing against Harry's tongue. Harry kept the suction steady, not moving up or down. It always drove Snape crazy with need and that was exactly how Harry wanted him. He wanted to see Snape trying to maintain his usual control with Harry's mouth on his cock in a room full of unknowing students. He wanted to make Snape come undone. He could tell Snape was trying not to buck his hips, trying to keep himself from fucking Harry's mouth. He was mewling quietly, his lip bleeding from biting it so hard. Harry finally took pity on him and pulled off slightly. He swirled his tongue around the tip, dipping it into the slit in the head and tasting Snape's precome. Snape hissed and shifted his hips slightly. Harry held his hips steady and pulled off.
"Ready?" he whispered. Snape nodded. Harry smirked and lined up Snape's large girth pressed against his lips. He kissed it softly and licked down the shaft before plunging his mouth down onto it once more, impaling his opening and moaning around him. Snape's whole body tensed, his knuckles white from unconsciously gripping the edge of the desk. Harry bobbed up and down quickly, bringing Snape closer to the edge. He was so close, he was leaking in Harry's mouth so Harry had to swallow around him every so often, causing Snape to moan quietly. He was so close…. So close… Suddenly there was a hand on his head, stopping him from moving and he heard Snape's voice.
"M-Minerva. What a pleasant surprise."