Skeeter Chronicles Chapter Seventeen
Title: Skeeter Chronicles
Rating: This chapter M
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1500
Warnings: *EWE, anal sex*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: I think I know how I want this to end, but not exactly how long that is going to take.
Chapter Seventeen
It’s Wednesday evening and I am looking at the clock on the mantel. Ten minutes remain until I am due at a meeting with the current teachers in residence, followed by dinner. A knock sounds at my door. “Come in.” I don’t look up from the current papers I am review. “Can I help you with something?”
“Hi. Severus.” Harry’s head is all I see as he has not yet stepped fully into the room.
“Is something the matter Harry?” I stand and make my way over to him as he approaches my desk. He’s still in his auror robe, but tosses it aside the chair that is always in place in front of my desk. I’m not sure if I prefer him in the slacks or the jeans he usually likes.
“No, nothing really. I just wanted to see you. I got home to that big house, and only Kreacher was there.” The admission took his considerable Gryffindor courage to get out.
“You were lonely, so you came here.” I clarify. I am honestly stumped that he would seek out my company instead of his friends. Weekends together have been very enjoyable, but we are both very busy people.
“Well. Yeah.” He takes a step closer and I catch his unique scent. Another step and he’s in my arms. “Hm. That’s better.” I bury my nose into his messy mop of hair as he clings to me.
“Was it a tough day?” I catch myself running my hand through the messy locks.
“Not really, but I was notified that Skeeter got bail. So she’s out there causing trouble somewhere.”
“Your home is securely warded against intrusion now, it would be the safest place for you.”
“I know, but I didn’t feel safe. I’m feeling much better now.” He’s looking up at me. I raise my eyebrow at the comment, my incredulous look speaking volumes. “I’m serious.”
“I have a few things I need to finish up. Would you like to wait in my quarters?”
“Actually, can I just sit in here quietly and watch. You’re very… imposing sitting there behind the desk.” A faint pink tints his cheeks and his eyes dilate slightly. Even after this month of wonderful intimacy his attraction to me is astonishing.
“If you insist.” I return to my desk to finish up the documents I need to pass out later. I pause when I catch Harry’s eyes and he licks his lips unconsciously. I smirk at him and his blush deepens and spreads to his ears. “Unless you wish to distract me… Mister Potter.” I enunciate his name, desire deepening the tenor of my voice. He gulps and nods. “Perhaps you’ve been… naughty.” He closes his eyes and shivers visibly. He nods and moves closer. I push away from the desk, and pat my lap in invitation. “We should discuss how naughty you’ve been, and decide an appropriate punishment.”
From one moment to the next I have a lap full of Harry as he straddles me and begins to explore my mouth with his tongue. Not that I would complain if I could. I grab his hips, pushing him down to show him how much I appreciate his enthusiasm. I’m in the process of opening his shirt, one button at a time, when a squeak from the door stops me.
“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I thought you might be ill. You’ve never been late to a meeting.” McGonagall is just inside the door, face flushed with embarrassment at having caught us together. Harry is trying to hide his face in my robes, but has not moved away.
“My apologizes. I will be right down.” She flees back to the teacher’s lounge where the others are waiting.
“I am never going to be able to look her in the eyes again.” Harry gets out, still not moving.
“It will be fine. She was already aware of our association since the photo. She approves, just catching us together was unexpected. For all of us.” I prod his side to get him off my lap, now that I have been reminded of my duties I do need to go. “Would you like to wait here? I will return and eat dinner with you.”
“That sounds nice.” He kisses me again, before finally moving aside. Leaving him there; shirt undone, lips full, cheeks flushed, is tortuous but I manage to drag myself away.
-/-/-/-/-/-
I rush through the meeting that was scheduled for an hour in fifteen minutes. Harry waiting for me in my office is a powerful motivator. When I get back I don’t see him initially, but I hear him speaking. I spot him by the wall of Headmasters. It’s then I realize I had not banished them from the room and those that wanted to could have been watching us.
Minerva’s teasing I would be able to handle. But these men and women would perpetually tease me, possibly past the end of my days. Dippet, Black, Aragon, Fronsac; were all giving me looks. Dumbledore was talking with Harry, but his eyes twinkled in that unnerving manner.
“There you are, my boy. Harry was just tell me how happy he his nowadays, now that Voldemort is gone and he can enjoy his life.” Dumbledore’s smile as still too knowing, and I cannot stop my cheeks from turning pink, try as I might. The other portraits that were there, and not pretending to be asleep, made twittering noises.
“These portraits are different from the other ones in the castle.” Harry’s shirt was still partially undone chest exposed, but he’s sitting there comfortably. He motions me to join him.
“Yes. The Headmaster’s portraits have a small portion of the magical signature embedded in them. As such they keep all their memories from when they were alive, as well as can formulate deeper thoughts than normal portraits.” Turning this into an impromptu lesson allows me to get my embarrassment under control. “My portrait is already prepared for the day that I have to pass the title on.”
“But doesn’t your magical signature have to be updated? Or wouldn’t your portrait only have the memories up until the time you added it.”
“No. Upon death all memories transfer to that portion of magic left in the portrait, because of the bond that is made with Hogwarts.” The conversation has turned his thoughts inward. “Let us leave the Former Headmasters alone. I believe I promised you dinner. I prefer the table downstairs.” We descend, hand in hand. Harry still has that thoughtful look on his face, I wonder what has caused it.
-/-/-/-/-/-
Harry looks glorious spread out on my bed, black silk surrounding him. His face flushed, sweat glistening in the candlelight. My momentary distraction at the sight freezes me, fingers pausing their ministrations on preparing his anus.
“Don’t stop Sev, need you.” At his wanton look and tone I am unable to control myself any longer and remove my fingers completely to replace them with my own length. The look in his eyes as I enter him swiftly is exquisite. “Yes.” I love it when he gets vocal, urging me to pound into him. I take my time though, angling my thrusts until he cries out in pleasure as I hit his prostate. He goes to touch his erection, aching for release, but I smack his hand away. Today I want to get him off from my cock alone.
I lean over to whisper in his ear, trapping his length between us momentarily, “No touching, unless I say so. Naughty boy.” He cries out again, pleasure clouding his eyes as I resume my position. His legs wrap around me urging me to quicken my pace. He’s so beautiful, and all mine. “You know what you need. This.” I emphasize my meaning with a snap of my hips.
“Yes.” He is pinching his nipples rolling them into hard nubs. It’s almost enough to send me over the edge, but I want him to finish first. I tighten my hold on his hips and really get going. His cries of passion coming with every other thrust.
I feel as if I could do this for eternity, enjoying the feeling of being inside him causing his pleasure. But eternity will have to wait, as he cries out louder than ever spilling himself on his stomach and chest. My own length is squeezed by his tightening muscle and is join him in ecstasy seconds later.
Heedless of the mess he is smearing on us he snuggles close to me as we both calm our breath and heartbeats. I cast a quick cleaning spell, unwilling to stain the silk sheets.
“Are you going to be doing this often?” I ask as he has finally found a comfortable spot.
“What? Visiting you during the week? If you don’t mind, I like your rooms.”
I make a mental note that I’ll have to adjust my schedule to accommodate this new aspect of our relationship. “And your aversion to the castle?”
“It’s not so bad when I’m with you. And I think being here more often will help.” He’s being very mature about this. I assume that is my influence.
“And the ghosts?”
“I promise not to seek them out.” All my worries have been laid to rest so I relax as he falls asleep. I spend a few extra moments just listening to his even breathing before I too fall into slumber.
Rating: This chapter M
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1500
Warnings: *EWE, anal sex*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: I think I know how I want this to end, but not exactly how long that is going to take.
Chapter Seventeen
It’s Wednesday evening and I am looking at the clock on the mantel. Ten minutes remain until I am due at a meeting with the current teachers in residence, followed by dinner. A knock sounds at my door. “Come in.” I don’t look up from the current papers I am review. “Can I help you with something?”
“Hi. Severus.” Harry’s head is all I see as he has not yet stepped fully into the room.
“Is something the matter Harry?” I stand and make my way over to him as he approaches my desk. He’s still in his auror robe, but tosses it aside the chair that is always in place in front of my desk. I’m not sure if I prefer him in the slacks or the jeans he usually likes.
“No, nothing really. I just wanted to see you. I got home to that big house, and only Kreacher was there.” The admission took his considerable Gryffindor courage to get out.
“You were lonely, so you came here.” I clarify. I am honestly stumped that he would seek out my company instead of his friends. Weekends together have been very enjoyable, but we are both very busy people.
“Well. Yeah.” He takes a step closer and I catch his unique scent. Another step and he’s in my arms. “Hm. That’s better.” I bury my nose into his messy mop of hair as he clings to me.
“Was it a tough day?” I catch myself running my hand through the messy locks.
“Not really, but I was notified that Skeeter got bail. So she’s out there causing trouble somewhere.”
“Your home is securely warded against intrusion now, it would be the safest place for you.”
“I know, but I didn’t feel safe. I’m feeling much better now.” He’s looking up at me. I raise my eyebrow at the comment, my incredulous look speaking volumes. “I’m serious.”
“I have a few things I need to finish up. Would you like to wait in my quarters?”
“Actually, can I just sit in here quietly and watch. You’re very… imposing sitting there behind the desk.” A faint pink tints his cheeks and his eyes dilate slightly. Even after this month of wonderful intimacy his attraction to me is astonishing.
“If you insist.” I return to my desk to finish up the documents I need to pass out later. I pause when I catch Harry’s eyes and he licks his lips unconsciously. I smirk at him and his blush deepens and spreads to his ears. “Unless you wish to distract me… Mister Potter.” I enunciate his name, desire deepening the tenor of my voice. He gulps and nods. “Perhaps you’ve been… naughty.” He closes his eyes and shivers visibly. He nods and moves closer. I push away from the desk, and pat my lap in invitation. “We should discuss how naughty you’ve been, and decide an appropriate punishment.”
From one moment to the next I have a lap full of Harry as he straddles me and begins to explore my mouth with his tongue. Not that I would complain if I could. I grab his hips, pushing him down to show him how much I appreciate his enthusiasm. I’m in the process of opening his shirt, one button at a time, when a squeak from the door stops me.
“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I thought you might be ill. You’ve never been late to a meeting.” McGonagall is just inside the door, face flushed with embarrassment at having caught us together. Harry is trying to hide his face in my robes, but has not moved away.
“My apologizes. I will be right down.” She flees back to the teacher’s lounge where the others are waiting.
“I am never going to be able to look her in the eyes again.” Harry gets out, still not moving.
“It will be fine. She was already aware of our association since the photo. She approves, just catching us together was unexpected. For all of us.” I prod his side to get him off my lap, now that I have been reminded of my duties I do need to go. “Would you like to wait here? I will return and eat dinner with you.”
“That sounds nice.” He kisses me again, before finally moving aside. Leaving him there; shirt undone, lips full, cheeks flushed, is tortuous but I manage to drag myself away.
-/-/-/-/-/-
I rush through the meeting that was scheduled for an hour in fifteen minutes. Harry waiting for me in my office is a powerful motivator. When I get back I don’t see him initially, but I hear him speaking. I spot him by the wall of Headmasters. It’s then I realize I had not banished them from the room and those that wanted to could have been watching us.
Minerva’s teasing I would be able to handle. But these men and women would perpetually tease me, possibly past the end of my days. Dippet, Black, Aragon, Fronsac; were all giving me looks. Dumbledore was talking with Harry, but his eyes twinkled in that unnerving manner.
“There you are, my boy. Harry was just tell me how happy he his nowadays, now that Voldemort is gone and he can enjoy his life.” Dumbledore’s smile as still too knowing, and I cannot stop my cheeks from turning pink, try as I might. The other portraits that were there, and not pretending to be asleep, made twittering noises.
“These portraits are different from the other ones in the castle.” Harry’s shirt was still partially undone chest exposed, but he’s sitting there comfortably. He motions me to join him.
“Yes. The Headmaster’s portraits have a small portion of the magical signature embedded in them. As such they keep all their memories from when they were alive, as well as can formulate deeper thoughts than normal portraits.” Turning this into an impromptu lesson allows me to get my embarrassment under control. “My portrait is already prepared for the day that I have to pass the title on.”
“But doesn’t your magical signature have to be updated? Or wouldn’t your portrait only have the memories up until the time you added it.”
“No. Upon death all memories transfer to that portion of magic left in the portrait, because of the bond that is made with Hogwarts.” The conversation has turned his thoughts inward. “Let us leave the Former Headmasters alone. I believe I promised you dinner. I prefer the table downstairs.” We descend, hand in hand. Harry still has that thoughtful look on his face, I wonder what has caused it.
-/-/-/-/-/-
Harry looks glorious spread out on my bed, black silk surrounding him. His face flushed, sweat glistening in the candlelight. My momentary distraction at the sight freezes me, fingers pausing their ministrations on preparing his anus.
“Don’t stop Sev, need you.” At his wanton look and tone I am unable to control myself any longer and remove my fingers completely to replace them with my own length. The look in his eyes as I enter him swiftly is exquisite. “Yes.” I love it when he gets vocal, urging me to pound into him. I take my time though, angling my thrusts until he cries out in pleasure as I hit his prostate. He goes to touch his erection, aching for release, but I smack his hand away. Today I want to get him off from my cock alone.
I lean over to whisper in his ear, trapping his length between us momentarily, “No touching, unless I say so. Naughty boy.” He cries out again, pleasure clouding his eyes as I resume my position. His legs wrap around me urging me to quicken my pace. He’s so beautiful, and all mine. “You know what you need. This.” I emphasize my meaning with a snap of my hips.
“Yes.” He is pinching his nipples rolling them into hard nubs. It’s almost enough to send me over the edge, but I want him to finish first. I tighten my hold on his hips and really get going. His cries of passion coming with every other thrust.
I feel as if I could do this for eternity, enjoying the feeling of being inside him causing his pleasure. But eternity will have to wait, as he cries out louder than ever spilling himself on his stomach and chest. My own length is squeezed by his tightening muscle and is join him in ecstasy seconds later.
Heedless of the mess he is smearing on us he snuggles close to me as we both calm our breath and heartbeats. I cast a quick cleaning spell, unwilling to stain the silk sheets.
“Are you going to be doing this often?” I ask as he has finally found a comfortable spot.
“What? Visiting you during the week? If you don’t mind, I like your rooms.”
I make a mental note that I’ll have to adjust my schedule to accommodate this new aspect of our relationship. “And your aversion to the castle?”
“It’s not so bad when I’m with you. And I think being here more often will help.” He’s being very mature about this. I assume that is my influence.
“And the ghosts?”
“I promise not to seek them out.” All my worries have been laid to rest so I relax as he falls asleep. I spend a few extra moments just listening to his even breathing before I too fall into slumber.