Day 6
Title: The Most Popular Halloween Costumes of 1998: Part II
Author: VAC
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HP/SS
Summary: In 1998, the most popular Halloween costume was Harry Potter.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. All characters are over the age of consent.
Day: 6
Snape lived down the street in a rather quaint brownstone. Since Snape would never live anywhere quaint (and was also recently deceased), Harry knew that this had to be a look-a-like with a penchant for picking up barely-legal young men. He had barely stepped into the living room when he found himself pressed back against the wall, lips pressing against his with a passion that was anything but imitated.
When Snape pulled away for a second to catch his breath, Harry gasped out: “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”
“I’ve been around the block,” Snape smirked before leaning in for more. Although Snape tried to kiss with precision (like someone who’d learned technique and wanted to impress his partner), there was a certain desperation to his kiss. There were moments when Snape would grab at his shoulders as if he was concerned about Harry running away from him.
“Bedroom. Now.”
The two of them stumbled over to the bedroom and quickly undressed, tossing their clothes haphazardly on the floor. They literally fell into bed together, getting momentarily tangled in the sheets. Harry rolled on top of his unknown partner and started nibbling at the crevice between his neck and his shoulder . . . and that’s when he noticed it.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Harry exclaimed, immediately jumping off the bed and moving towards the door.
“What?” Snape asked, obviously confused.
“You’re a Death Eater. Like a real one.”
“You already knew that,” Snape commented, as if that should have been self-evident. “You’ve known that since your fourth year so don’t start acting like that matters now.”
“Cut the crap, you bastard. Snape died over a year ago. I saw the whole bloody thing.” Harry bent down and grabbed his pants, taking his wand out of his back pocket. He aimed the wand directly at the stranger. “You’d better start giving me some answers. I took down Voldemort, you know. I can take you down too.”
“No need to overreact, Potter.”
“Stop talking and get . . . why are you calling me Potter?” Harry asked suddenly. “How do you know that I’m Harry Potter? There were hundreds of Harry Potters at the club tonight. What makes you so sure that I’m not just another look-a-like?”
“And not even a particularly good look-a-like if the costume competition judges are to be believed. Of course I know you’re the real Harry Potter. No one else has those eyes.”
Harry unconsciously turned away to look at the floor.
“Look at me.”
And that was the moment that Harry knew. He looked up at the man who had risked his life (although who apparently had not given his life) to protect him, who had put himself in danger countless times. “How are you here?” Harry asked, trying to figure out how Severus Snape had managed to raise himself from the dead.
“I’m in inferius,” Snape replied, forlornly.
“Then who reanimated . . . wait a second, inferi don’t talk!”
“I was never dead in the first place, you impertinent brat. Did you honestly think that I’d never considered the possibility that the Dark Lord might try murder by poisonous snake? He’s a parselmouth, Potter. That’s even easier for him than picking up his wand and casting a spell.”
“So what? You had an antidote lying around?”
“Back left pocket, along with a blood replenishing potion.”
“But why did you pretend that you were dead?” Harry asked, starting to feel a little bit angry. “I was the one who spoke at your funeral. I made sure that you were posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin First Class. Why the hell did you put me through the last year?”
“As I seem to recall, when I was lying there on the floor, you still believed that I was guilty of murdering the headmaster and working dedicatedly for the Dark Lord. If I hadn’t given you those memories and then pretended to be dead, you would have put an end to me yourself.” Harry began to protest but Snape interrupted: “Don’t tell me that you wouldn’t. You don’t remember what you were capable of back then.”
“But then why not come back after giving me the memories? You knew that I’d be on your side.”
Snape hesitated for a moment. “The time just never seemed right.”
“And tonight was right?” Harry asked, moving a little bit closer to the bed.
“We’ve had a year to think about what happened. I thought you would be ready.”
“Ready for what?” Harry smiled. “Ready to turn out the lights?” He flipped off the lights and went back over to the bed.
“I thought that your little tantrum over there had effectively ruined the mood,” Snape muttered, rubbing the palm of his hand down Harry’s abdomen and grasping his erection. “I guess it takes more than the Dark Mark to deter an eighteen-year-old boy.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Harry gasped, thrusting into Snape’s fist. “Look, I have work tomorrow so if you want to get to the good part . . .”
“Supposedly dead and he wants me to ‘get to the good part,’” Snape sighed, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a jar of lubricant from the top drawer. “Do you want to be on top or shall I?”
“I’ll be on top,” Harry answered quickly, grabbing the lubricant out of his partner’s hand. “After all, you’ve been dead. Wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself.”
“I haven’t actually been dead, Potter. I’ve only been-“ But he was cut off by a well-lubricated finger pressing deep inside his ass. Harry watched while his finger penetrated his former professor, momentarily taken off-guard by the fact that he was about to fuck someone that he’d known since he was 4’9” (and Color Me Badd was still on the radio).
“You know, we’ve known each other for a long time,” Harry commented, adding another finger and thoroughly stretching his partner. “You were one of the first-“
“Potter, would you mind waiting until after you’ve fucked me to get nostalgic?”
Harry paused for a moment and then wrapped his palm around his cock, slicking himself with lubricant. He pressed himself into his former professor and somewhere back in his nucleus accumbens, his neurons began short-circuiting. He thrust into him six . . . seven . . . eight times . . . and then . . .
“Was that it?” Snape sighed.
“I’m a teenager!” Harry exclaimed, trying to compensate for his admittedly premature ejaculation. “It doesn’t take that much to make me . . . you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” Snape replied, reaching down a grabbing a hold of his cock. “I can’t believe that I came back from the dead for that . . .”
“You weren’t really dead,” Harry mentioned, grabbing Snape’s occupied hand. He started rubbing his palm up and down the length of his partner’s cock, rubbing the pad of his index finger across the tip. “Besides, this is only the first time, after all.”
“First time?” Snape asked, thrusting up into the boy’s hand. “What makes you think that, after that abysmal performance, there’s going to be a second time?”
“Because,” Harry smiled, “it’s the right time.”
*****
The two of them lay in bed afterwards, not quite sure of what to say.
“So do you really think that Severus Snape’s secretly in love with Harry Potter?” Harry asked.
“No,” Severus declared, rolling over on his side and turning out the lights.
They were both silent for a few moments.
“I mean, it’s not much of a secret anymore, is it?”
FIN