7th Day of Christmas
On the Seventh Day of Christmas, someone wrote for me
Seven slightly kinky
Six romantic gestures
Five AUs
Four crossovers
Three serenades
Two smutty drabbles
And a fic that's rather angsty
Author's Note: Happy New Year. Start as you mean to go on, with some slightly kinky fics. I had great difficulty rating these, and they're probably rated higher than the prose really deserves, because some of the concepts are rather dubious to start with. Also, I did consider giving warnings for each, but then thought that it might give away too much of some of the plots. Suffice to say, there's rape, bondage, threesomes, transvestitism, master/slave, chan, character death, voyeurism.... It's all in here somewhere.
Severus/Draco
PG13
115 words
The make-up was nearly finished. Eye shadow delicately applied; mascara-tinted eyelashes luscious and full. The white hand applying the pale pink lipstick trembled slightly as the blond looked at the reflection in the mirror. It was as perfect as possible; and a pink tongue flicked round the edge of the full lips, demonstrating the nervousness within.
Everything - life, safety - might depend on a good impression. Looking down, the blond smoothed a hand down the corset and fidgeted once more with the suspenders. Then, trying to look confident and seductive, the door was pushed open.
Severus looked up, and his sallow skin flushed slightly with anticipation.
“Why, Draco,” he drawled, “you look good enough to eat…”
Lucius/Remus
PG13/R
132 words
For a moment Harry didn’t recognise the voice. It sounded frightened, pleading.
“No, Lucius, please…”
Harry froze. Lucius? Lucius Malfoy? No, surely not: there was more than one Lucius in the world, he told himself severely. Nevertheless, he couldn’t resist sneaking a glance through the slightly ajar door.
He recoiled, turning quickly away. It had been Malfoy all right - and he now knew the owner of the voice, too. It was the man he had come to see; the man he had begun to look upon as a friend - Remus Lupin.
He didn’t think he’d ever forget the image emblazoned on his mind’s eye. Two men, naked: Remus writhing on the floor at the feet of Malfoy, whose arousal was more than evident.
Harry stumbled into the bathroom and was violently sick.
Draco/Severus
PG13/R
242 words
The first time, I suppose, I was about ten years of age. My father called me into the room. It was filled with men, drunk and rowdy.
“My son, Draco.”
I felt proud - proud, can you believe it? - that my father loved me enough; that he considered me adult enough to join his parties. Even my mother, I knew, was kept firmly away - but then, for all her abilities, she was only a woman. A woman of little importance in this man’s world.
I could see the eyes appraising me, and I lifted my chin and gave stare for stare. How dare they suggest - even mutely - that a Malfoy was not good enough? My father spoke again.
“Gentlemen, he’s all yours. Initiate him well.” And he left.
I didn’t understand - how could I realise? - what was to come. What my ‘initiation’ would comprise. There was bawdy laughter, and one of the men stepped forward.
“Let’s see that skin,” he said harshly. “Is it of the same ivory as your father’s?”
I stepped back, but they had surrounded me. My robes were ripped from me and I stood, naked and alone, in front of them.
“Oh yes…” breathed a voice; but then another, deeper, quieter, cut in.
“Leave him,” the second voice instructed. “He’s mine.” The man looked me straight in the eyes, a sneer-smile on his pellucid face. “You trust me, don’t you, Draco?”
That was my first introduction to Severus Snape.
Severus/Harry
R
415 words
“You know what you are expected to do?”
The question was calm and impersonal. Harry nodded.
“Undress.”
He obeyed. There was something wrong, something desperately and horribly wrong in this situation. Bad enough under normal circumstances to be an eighteen year old virgin. Even worse when you were undressing in front of an ex-teacher, the bargain plain and cold in front of you. Sexual favours for the lives of your friends. As simple and cruel as that.
Downstairs, he knew, Ron and Hermione were prisoners awaiting death. Harry was the only person who could prevent it; and the cold fear he felt about the means to do so shamed him. What was sex, what was virginity, as a price against his best friends?
He bit the inside of his mouth, hard, until the salty taste of blood distracted him from his fears. He looked up at the figure of Severus Snape. Without his glasses, Harry was half-blind; and Snape looked the more sinister for the shaky outline. A deliberate ploy, he knew, to make him feel small, alone, scared. Congratulations were due, he thought ironically: it worked.
The instructions flowed thick and fast, always in that impersonal, dehumanising tone. Harry was no longer a person, merely an automaton here to do his master’s bidding. He knelt in front of Snape, shutting his eyes as his mouth closed around the man’s penis.
“Open your eyes, Potter. I want you to know exactly what you are doing.”
Strange, mused Harry, that when everything else was so hard to see, Snape’s eyes stood out in clear focus - malevolent, unblinking.
And he kept his eyes open when later - as instructed - he grovelled on all fours before his master and was taken with an intentional brutaily; intent to maim, to hurt, to leave an impression that would never fade.
Finally, as he lay bleeding and humiliated on the floor, Snape spoke again.
“Look out of the window.”
He was given his glasses as he crawled towards the window, hauling himself up on the ledge, and the world snapped back into clear view. Outside, he saw Ron and Hermione standing side by side in the middle of the courtyard. Saw the moment when the green flash shot towards them; saw them fall, motionless, on the ground.
“You said…” Harry choked on his tears.
His master stood behind him, emotionless.
“I lied.”
And Snape watched without speaking as the full realisation hit Harry and he fell to the floor in helpless grief.
Draco/Severus
R
248 words
“Sir…”
Draco had come right up to him, one hand on his arm. Severus had only to look down a couple of inches; and with Draco looking up, their lips were almost touching.
“Draco. It’s late.” He stepped back a pace, but couldn’t tear his eyes from the thirteen year old.
“Sir,” said Draco again, closing the gap by moving forwards. A small pink tongue edged around his lips in apparent nervousness. “I have to… I need to…” He moved closer again, and Severus drowned in the innocence of those eyes; drowned and was lost.
“Draco…” and his voice was thickened by desire. “I mustn’t…”
But he kissed him, and Draco’s body pressed against his; he could feel the boy’s arousal.
“Please, sir,” Draco murmured, his arms encircling Severus’s neck and his body undulating against him. And Severus’s hands moved over the boy’s body, touching, desiring, needing; and the moment when he might have pulled away was gone beyond retrieval. Hands fumbling in their haste, he pulled Draco’s robes above his waist, and his breathing was laboured as he feasted his eyes on the boy’s nakedness.
“Oh, yes sir,” whispered Draco, lips parted, eyes wide.
Severus turned him, and pushed him against the dungeon wall. One hand stroking Draco’s cock, with the other hand he smothered the boy with lubricant before entering him. And Draco, his head bowed against the cold, hard, stone wall, smiled in secret satisfaction. Severus, though he did not know it, was his now.
Draco/Harry
R
247 words
My guess is that this is probably NOT how JKR is going to finish book 7
It was hard to get it up when your ‘partner’ was trussed up like a turkey ready for christmas. Harder still when you knew there were dozens of pairs of eyes on you, waiting, watching.
I looked up. Saw Peter Pettigrew, eyes eager with anticipation, salivating at the thought of what was to come. Saw Severus Snape, habitual sneer fixed to his face. Felt, rather than saw, the red eyes of the Dark Lord boring into my soul.
I looked down again. Potter, naked, roped to the table, limbs forced unnaturally apart. Bruised, glasses missing, eyes glazed with pain or fear or both. My sworn enemy since we started school together. That it should come to this…
I had been chosen, I knew, partly because of that lifelong animosity. Partly as a test. The Dark Lord still mistrusted me, but was giving me this opportunity to redeem myself. I was to be the first to take Potter; deflower him; give him a taste of what was to come. Later, he would be violated by anyone who so desired, in any way they wished. When he had served his usefulness, the Dark Lord would destroy him without compunction.
I walked closer. A hint of recognition passed across Potter’s face. But there was no fight left in him. He looked at me with a dull hopelessness that diminished him from the superman his side had believed him to be to something less than human.
And then I took him.
James/Sirius/Severus
NC17
799 words
It was a set up. It was a set up and he should have guessed, but he didn’t, and he walked right in.
“Why, Snivellus!” James’s voice was genial, but his expression wasn’t. “How good of you to join us.”
And Sirius put his weight against the door, shutting Severus in between them. Severus fumbled for his wand, but they were too quick for him.
“Oh no,” said James gently, holding Severus’s wand between finger and thumb. “That’s ours.”
“We’ve been hearing things about you,” said Sirius grimly from behind him. Severus half-turned, but James was speaking again now.
“That’s right, Snivellus. We’ve heard a lot about you just recently. About you and Malfoy. We hear you’re his new pet.
Severus took a quick angry step towards James but halted at the sound of Sirius at his back.
“Oh, I wouldn’t, Snivells. You’d regret it.”
James sat down at his ease in a chair, and smiled at Sirius over Severus’s shoulder before turning his attention back to his victim.
“We hear you’ll do anything for Malfoy and we don’t like it.”
“He’s a married man, Snivellus,” added Sirius. “Married to my cousin. She’s a bitch, but you don’t fuck around with a Black - any Black.”
Sirius flicked his wand, and Severus was standing naked between them.
“So we’re going to teach you a lesson,” said James, smiling. “I hear you’re a cock-sucker and I want to know just how good you are. Get on your knees.”
Severus didn’t move, black eyes furious. He felt a vice-like grip at the back of his neck and heard Sirius in his ear.
“James gave an order, Snivells. I suggest you comply.” He forced him down in front of James, who had shifted so that he was exposed to Severus. “Go on, then,” said Sirius, pushing him forwards.
Eyes blazing with hatred, Severus bent his head, but James had him by the hair now and pulled him up so that they were looking at each other.
“Just one last thing. If you bite me, Snivellus, you’ll not get out of here intact. Understood?” The tone was pleasant - friendly, almost - but the threat was tangible. James let go, and pushed Severus back down. “Go on, then.”
He had no choice. He could feel the wand at the back of his neck. James and Sirius felt they had grudges to pay off and they intended payment in full. Sirius spoke again from behind him.
“I’ve been hearing other things about you, too.” Severus gasped with pain as two fingers were forced up his anus. “I want to find out if you’re a good fuck.”
“And keep going with what you’re doing,” instructed James, hands behind his head, mouth curved in enjoyment.
“I’m feeling generous, though, Snivells,” said Sirius blandly. “I’ll use plenty of lubricant.”
And Severus felt the hard cock of Sirius slide inside him, firm and painful. He choked, and felt James’s fingers in his hair again.
“Be careful what you’re doing down there.”
Sirius thrust, and thurst again, and the sweat beaded on Severus’s forehead and neck.
“One more thing, Snivells.” Sirius’s breath was warm and moist by his ear. “We left your hands free. Aren’t we kind? And we feel you ought to be allowed a little fun of your own. So put your hand on your cock. We’ll watch you bring yourself off as you pleasure us. Pleasure all round, hmm?”
“I won’t.” It was the first thing Severus had said since he entered the room, lifting his head from James.
“What did you say?” James wasn’t bothering to play nice any more. His tone was as hard as Sirius’s had been.
Severus’s face was set.
“I won’t do it.”
“Oh, okay.” It was Sirius’s turn to sound kind, his own cock still filling Severus. “One thing, though. If you don’t do it now, you’ll not be doing it again - ever. Okay?”
“You’ll be expelled for this.” Severus’s voice was low.
Sirius laughed cruelly.
“So spake the eunuch.”
Looking down, Severus saw a wand by his cock.
“You tell on us,” said James, “and we’ll make sure the whole school knows what you’ve got - or haven’t got - down below… and why. And do you think that Malfoy will want such damaged goods?”
“Last chance, Snivells,” murmured Sirius.
He could tell that they meant it. If they backout down now they would lose too much face.. James could see the reluctant submission in Severus’s eyes and smiled.
“So…” he said amiably. “Back to business…”
*
When they had finished with him, they left him there naked, his wand tossed out of the window onto the castle grounds below. They left without a word, sauntering out as if nothing had happened, without a backwards glance.
Severus would never forget and never forgive them.
Seven slightly kinky
Six romantic gestures
Five AUs
Four crossovers
Three serenades
Two smutty drabbles
And a fic that's rather angsty
Author's Note: Happy New Year. Start as you mean to go on, with some slightly kinky fics. I had great difficulty rating these, and they're probably rated higher than the prose really deserves, because some of the concepts are rather dubious to start with. Also, I did consider giving warnings for each, but then thought that it might give away too much of some of the plots. Suffice to say, there's rape, bondage, threesomes, transvestitism, master/slave, chan, character death, voyeurism.... It's all in here somewhere.
Severus/Draco
PG13
115 words
The make-up was nearly finished. Eye shadow delicately applied; mascara-tinted eyelashes luscious and full. The white hand applying the pale pink lipstick trembled slightly as the blond looked at the reflection in the mirror. It was as perfect as possible; and a pink tongue flicked round the edge of the full lips, demonstrating the nervousness within.
Everything - life, safety - might depend on a good impression. Looking down, the blond smoothed a hand down the corset and fidgeted once more with the suspenders. Then, trying to look confident and seductive, the door was pushed open.
Severus looked up, and his sallow skin flushed slightly with anticipation.
“Why, Draco,” he drawled, “you look good enough to eat…”
Lucius/Remus
PG13/R
132 words
For a moment Harry didn’t recognise the voice. It sounded frightened, pleading.
“No, Lucius, please…”
Harry froze. Lucius? Lucius Malfoy? No, surely not: there was more than one Lucius in the world, he told himself severely. Nevertheless, he couldn’t resist sneaking a glance through the slightly ajar door.
He recoiled, turning quickly away. It had been Malfoy all right - and he now knew the owner of the voice, too. It was the man he had come to see; the man he had begun to look upon as a friend - Remus Lupin.
He didn’t think he’d ever forget the image emblazoned on his mind’s eye. Two men, naked: Remus writhing on the floor at the feet of Malfoy, whose arousal was more than evident.
Harry stumbled into the bathroom and was violently sick.
Draco/Severus
PG13/R
242 words
The first time, I suppose, I was about ten years of age. My father called me into the room. It was filled with men, drunk and rowdy.
“My son, Draco.”
I felt proud - proud, can you believe it? - that my father loved me enough; that he considered me adult enough to join his parties. Even my mother, I knew, was kept firmly away - but then, for all her abilities, she was only a woman. A woman of little importance in this man’s world.
I could see the eyes appraising me, and I lifted my chin and gave stare for stare. How dare they suggest - even mutely - that a Malfoy was not good enough? My father spoke again.
“Gentlemen, he’s all yours. Initiate him well.” And he left.
I didn’t understand - how could I realise? - what was to come. What my ‘initiation’ would comprise. There was bawdy laughter, and one of the men stepped forward.
“Let’s see that skin,” he said harshly. “Is it of the same ivory as your father’s?”
I stepped back, but they had surrounded me. My robes were ripped from me and I stood, naked and alone, in front of them.
“Oh yes…” breathed a voice; but then another, deeper, quieter, cut in.
“Leave him,” the second voice instructed. “He’s mine.” The man looked me straight in the eyes, a sneer-smile on his pellucid face. “You trust me, don’t you, Draco?”
That was my first introduction to Severus Snape.
Severus/Harry
R
415 words
“You know what you are expected to do?”
The question was calm and impersonal. Harry nodded.
“Undress.”
He obeyed. There was something wrong, something desperately and horribly wrong in this situation. Bad enough under normal circumstances to be an eighteen year old virgin. Even worse when you were undressing in front of an ex-teacher, the bargain plain and cold in front of you. Sexual favours for the lives of your friends. As simple and cruel as that.
Downstairs, he knew, Ron and Hermione were prisoners awaiting death. Harry was the only person who could prevent it; and the cold fear he felt about the means to do so shamed him. What was sex, what was virginity, as a price against his best friends?
He bit the inside of his mouth, hard, until the salty taste of blood distracted him from his fears. He looked up at the figure of Severus Snape. Without his glasses, Harry was half-blind; and Snape looked the more sinister for the shaky outline. A deliberate ploy, he knew, to make him feel small, alone, scared. Congratulations were due, he thought ironically: it worked.
The instructions flowed thick and fast, always in that impersonal, dehumanising tone. Harry was no longer a person, merely an automaton here to do his master’s bidding. He knelt in front of Snape, shutting his eyes as his mouth closed around the man’s penis.
“Open your eyes, Potter. I want you to know exactly what you are doing.”
Strange, mused Harry, that when everything else was so hard to see, Snape’s eyes stood out in clear focus - malevolent, unblinking.
And he kept his eyes open when later - as instructed - he grovelled on all fours before his master and was taken with an intentional brutaily; intent to maim, to hurt, to leave an impression that would never fade.
Finally, as he lay bleeding and humiliated on the floor, Snape spoke again.
“Look out of the window.”
He was given his glasses as he crawled towards the window, hauling himself up on the ledge, and the world snapped back into clear view. Outside, he saw Ron and Hermione standing side by side in the middle of the courtyard. Saw the moment when the green flash shot towards them; saw them fall, motionless, on the ground.
“You said…” Harry choked on his tears.
His master stood behind him, emotionless.
“I lied.”
And Snape watched without speaking as the full realisation hit Harry and he fell to the floor in helpless grief.
Draco/Severus
R
248 words
“Sir…”
Draco had come right up to him, one hand on his arm. Severus had only to look down a couple of inches; and with Draco looking up, their lips were almost touching.
“Draco. It’s late.” He stepped back a pace, but couldn’t tear his eyes from the thirteen year old.
“Sir,” said Draco again, closing the gap by moving forwards. A small pink tongue edged around his lips in apparent nervousness. “I have to… I need to…” He moved closer again, and Severus drowned in the innocence of those eyes; drowned and was lost.
“Draco…” and his voice was thickened by desire. “I mustn’t…”
But he kissed him, and Draco’s body pressed against his; he could feel the boy’s arousal.
“Please, sir,” Draco murmured, his arms encircling Severus’s neck and his body undulating against him. And Severus’s hands moved over the boy’s body, touching, desiring, needing; and the moment when he might have pulled away was gone beyond retrieval. Hands fumbling in their haste, he pulled Draco’s robes above his waist, and his breathing was laboured as he feasted his eyes on the boy’s nakedness.
“Oh, yes sir,” whispered Draco, lips parted, eyes wide.
Severus turned him, and pushed him against the dungeon wall. One hand stroking Draco’s cock, with the other hand he smothered the boy with lubricant before entering him. And Draco, his head bowed against the cold, hard, stone wall, smiled in secret satisfaction. Severus, though he did not know it, was his now.
Draco/Harry
R
247 words
My guess is that this is probably NOT how JKR is going to finish book 7
It was hard to get it up when your ‘partner’ was trussed up like a turkey ready for christmas. Harder still when you knew there were dozens of pairs of eyes on you, waiting, watching.
I looked up. Saw Peter Pettigrew, eyes eager with anticipation, salivating at the thought of what was to come. Saw Severus Snape, habitual sneer fixed to his face. Felt, rather than saw, the red eyes of the Dark Lord boring into my soul.
I looked down again. Potter, naked, roped to the table, limbs forced unnaturally apart. Bruised, glasses missing, eyes glazed with pain or fear or both. My sworn enemy since we started school together. That it should come to this…
I had been chosen, I knew, partly because of that lifelong animosity. Partly as a test. The Dark Lord still mistrusted me, but was giving me this opportunity to redeem myself. I was to be the first to take Potter; deflower him; give him a taste of what was to come. Later, he would be violated by anyone who so desired, in any way they wished. When he had served his usefulness, the Dark Lord would destroy him without compunction.
I walked closer. A hint of recognition passed across Potter’s face. But there was no fight left in him. He looked at me with a dull hopelessness that diminished him from the superman his side had believed him to be to something less than human.
And then I took him.
James/Sirius/Severus
NC17
799 words
It was a set up. It was a set up and he should have guessed, but he didn’t, and he walked right in.
“Why, Snivellus!” James’s voice was genial, but his expression wasn’t. “How good of you to join us.”
And Sirius put his weight against the door, shutting Severus in between them. Severus fumbled for his wand, but they were too quick for him.
“Oh no,” said James gently, holding Severus’s wand between finger and thumb. “That’s ours.”
“We’ve been hearing things about you,” said Sirius grimly from behind him. Severus half-turned, but James was speaking again now.
“That’s right, Snivellus. We’ve heard a lot about you just recently. About you and Malfoy. We hear you’re his new pet.
Severus took a quick angry step towards James but halted at the sound of Sirius at his back.
“Oh, I wouldn’t, Snivells. You’d regret it.”
James sat down at his ease in a chair, and smiled at Sirius over Severus’s shoulder before turning his attention back to his victim.
“We hear you’ll do anything for Malfoy and we don’t like it.”
“He’s a married man, Snivellus,” added Sirius. “Married to my cousin. She’s a bitch, but you don’t fuck around with a Black - any Black.”
Sirius flicked his wand, and Severus was standing naked between them.
“So we’re going to teach you a lesson,” said James, smiling. “I hear you’re a cock-sucker and I want to know just how good you are. Get on your knees.”
Severus didn’t move, black eyes furious. He felt a vice-like grip at the back of his neck and heard Sirius in his ear.
“James gave an order, Snivells. I suggest you comply.” He forced him down in front of James, who had shifted so that he was exposed to Severus. “Go on, then,” said Sirius, pushing him forwards.
Eyes blazing with hatred, Severus bent his head, but James had him by the hair now and pulled him up so that they were looking at each other.
“Just one last thing. If you bite me, Snivellus, you’ll not get out of here intact. Understood?” The tone was pleasant - friendly, almost - but the threat was tangible. James let go, and pushed Severus back down. “Go on, then.”
He had no choice. He could feel the wand at the back of his neck. James and Sirius felt they had grudges to pay off and they intended payment in full. Sirius spoke again from behind him.
“I’ve been hearing other things about you, too.” Severus gasped with pain as two fingers were forced up his anus. “I want to find out if you’re a good fuck.”
“And keep going with what you’re doing,” instructed James, hands behind his head, mouth curved in enjoyment.
“I’m feeling generous, though, Snivells,” said Sirius blandly. “I’ll use plenty of lubricant.”
And Severus felt the hard cock of Sirius slide inside him, firm and painful. He choked, and felt James’s fingers in his hair again.
“Be careful what you’re doing down there.”
Sirius thrust, and thurst again, and the sweat beaded on Severus’s forehead and neck.
“One more thing, Snivells.” Sirius’s breath was warm and moist by his ear. “We left your hands free. Aren’t we kind? And we feel you ought to be allowed a little fun of your own. So put your hand on your cock. We’ll watch you bring yourself off as you pleasure us. Pleasure all round, hmm?”
“I won’t.” It was the first thing Severus had said since he entered the room, lifting his head from James.
“What did you say?” James wasn’t bothering to play nice any more. His tone was as hard as Sirius’s had been.
Severus’s face was set.
“I won’t do it.”
“Oh, okay.” It was Sirius’s turn to sound kind, his own cock still filling Severus. “One thing, though. If you don’t do it now, you’ll not be doing it again - ever. Okay?”
“You’ll be expelled for this.” Severus’s voice was low.
Sirius laughed cruelly.
“So spake the eunuch.”
Looking down, Severus saw a wand by his cock.
“You tell on us,” said James, “and we’ll make sure the whole school knows what you’ve got - or haven’t got - down below… and why. And do you think that Malfoy will want such damaged goods?”
“Last chance, Snivells,” murmured Sirius.
He could tell that they meant it. If they backout down now they would lose too much face.. James could see the reluctant submission in Severus’s eyes and smiled.
“So…” he said amiably. “Back to business…”
*
When they had finished with him, they left him there naked, his wand tossed out of the window onto the castle grounds below. They left without a word, sauntering out as if nothing had happened, without a backwards glance.
Severus would never forget and never forgive them.