Slashpresents
Christmas Slash Stories
Dedicated to all the lovely characters on my friends list! There is a Snarry and a Drarry. Some were inspired by specific individuals. But don't feel left out - I don't know everyone's personal favourite ships. If you do feel left out, comment with a pairing and a prompt - and I shall see what I can do for you. (A Snucius perhaps?)
For/ inspired by: _redcorvette istalksnape so_severus se_spotwood lena_gealach funkifi3d_m3 foxesandpearls
Title: Latch
Pairing: Harry Potter/ Severus Snape
Summary: Severus is tired. Harry randomly visits his potions professor. He has a rather unconventional suggestion.
Rating: R
Severus grunted as he tried to relieve the painful pricks in his feet by loosening the grip of his shoes. He only felt his feet whenever something terribly tiresome had or would happen. Logically, this pain was always accompanied by grand frustration.
He sighed. It was not often things tired him as much as today. Severus was even momentarily tempted to lay his head upon his desk. Just when he was seriously contemplating doing as much - there was a knock on his door.
Severus growled as he suspected the terrible happening was literally knocking on his door. He was very much tempted to ignore the sound - when it repeated itself. More loudly and persistant this time.
"Yes?" he drawled.
The door opened and in stepped Harry Potter. Severus should have known. Nobody was better at wrecking his day than Potter.
"What do you want?" Severus asked impatiently.
Harry said nothing and stared at the professor.
He stared at Severus' face.
"Your cheekbones," he uttered as if in trance.
Severus rolled his eyes. "What is it with my cheekbones?"
Harry bit his lip nervously. "They look so - fine."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Fine?"
Harry nodded. "I want to latch my lips unto them and never let go."
Severus Snape was a man that was not easily surprised. He had composure. He was always ready for brutal attacks, unobedient students or extremely annoying fellow professors. He was ready for a lot.
There were only very rare circumstances the potionsmaster was not prepared for. Harry Potter, son of his high school nemesis, admitting he wanted to suck and lick the cheekbones of his professor was one of those very situations.
"Huh?" was therefore the only dignified response Severus Snape could possibly utter.
But just as that clever remark left his lips, Severus was literally overwhelmed by the feeling of something wet sucking on his face - his cheekbone to be more precise.
Severus tried to pull the boy's face away from his cheek, but apparently his lips were literally latched unto his skin.
While moaning softly Potter continued to nibble and suck on the potionsmaster's cheekbone.
"Get off me!" Severus growled, trying to compose himself.
"Uh-uh," Harry grunted from between his lips, wet saliva and Severus's skin.
Severus interpreted the sound as a 'no', as the boy was still attached to his cheek.
: :
After multiple attempts to seperate the desperate boy from himself, Severus gave up. He tried to balance himself into a chair with a book to read while kicking and slapping Harry from time to time. He'd easily wear the boy out.
: :
When night fell and Harry was still latched unto Severus' cheekbone, he saw no other way out. While sighing, grunting and growling Severus undressed himself and got into bed.
As soon as his half-naked body touched the sheets, Harry's mouth was gone.
"Thank god, I thought you'd never go to bed," Harry whispered. His lips latched unto Severus's with the same zeal as he had licked his cheekbone.
Severus was tired and fed up with this day. He was long glad Harry had let go of his cheek - which felt very sore. The only option he had was to kiss back.
And he did.
Harry's mouth was all soft and hot. The young boy hungrily plunged into the potionsmaster's mouth. This was what his ordeal had been for. And he wasn't going to let go easily.
That night Harry proved more of his oral 'latching' abilities.
FIN
Title: Taunt
Pairing: Harry / Draco
Summary: Harry has some Christmas shopping to do. He bumps into Draco, who wants to wish him a 'merry Christmas' and a 'happy newyear'. Stuff ensues.
Rating: R
Harry browsed the aisles of a luxerious giftstore in London.
"Ah, Potter." Draco smirked meaningfully.
Harry should have known. He didn't have to keep his enemies close - they would always make sure he was close.
Harry sighed and tried to step away from the Draco slowly.
"Don't go, Potter," Malfoy said, imitating the sound of dissapointment. "I want to wish you a merry Christmas."
"Oh. Okay. Well, do as you wish." Harry just wanted to get away from Draco and finish his Christmas shopping. He still had to find that rare book Hermione was - as she put it so eloquently - 'dying' for.
"Ouch. What are you doing?"
"Hurting you." Draco rolled his eyes. "What else?"
"OUCH! Stop that!" Harry pushed the blond boy away from him.
Harry stared at Draco with a questioning look. "What was that good for?"
"As I said, I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas."
"Ah, funny."
"No, seriously." Draco grinned.
"Well, whatever. I have to go, now."
"No, wait!" Draco grabbed hold of Harry's arm and pushed him against the nearest shelve that was filled with books. "I want to wish you a happy newyear."
Harry grunted and tried to push Draco away.
"Stop taunting me!"
"I'm not taunting you," Draco whispered as he leaned in close to Harry's face. A string of his soft blond hair brushed against Harry's nose - which made him sneeze.
"Gesundheit," Draco said and smiled.
Harry still sniffed.
"A happy newyear," Draco said. He held Harry's face in both his hands and placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips.
Harry's mouth opened and closed again, very much resembling a dying fish.
Draco took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Harry once more. He had Harry pushed up against the stack of books and kissed him hungrily.
When Draco let go, Harry stared at the boy in disbelief.
"Euh, happy newyear to you as well?"
Harry stepped forward and pulled Draco to him by jerking on his Slytherin scarf.
Without thinking he had pushed his tongue into the other boy's mouth and his hands had ended up on Draco's ass - for no particular reason.
Draco nibbled on Harry's lower lip and traced his chin with his finger.
All Harry could do was make whimpering sounds and kiss - kiss Draco. He wanted to eat him. Gnaw - devour - munch on - Draco Malfoy.
When they broke apart - panting - Draco whispered: "A very happy newyear."
FIN
& I have a huge urge to write an AU Harry/ Severus fic. With Severus as a professor in contemporary (or medieval) literature with glasses and witty knowlegde - and Harry as a troubled student who has to face his own sexuality and stuff. Who's up for that? ^^