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ravenna_c_tanAll right. Some of you know I'm working on a post-DH H/D, but I took a break today to write a gift fic for a friend. So here is a thousand words of Hallows-compliant Snarry. Yeah, Snarry.
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Gift-Fic For: Jadzia7667
Rating: NC-17 of course
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warning: This story is Deathly Hallows compliant. In fact, it's a bit of a canon rewrite. DH Spoiler, therefore! Oh, and, the consent is rather ambiguous, too.
A/N: There's no proof it didn't happen this way...! Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jadzia7667 with love.
Sleeping Beauty
by Ravenna C. Tan
The man watched from behind a thick-boled tree using a charm to see both around the tree and through the velvety darkness. His eyes goggled in disbelief, then narrowed in scorn as the heavily cloaked figure stripped down to nothing, his skin seeming to glow in the light of the wand he laid aside.
Imbecile, he thought, as the naked young man leaped into the ice-covered water without casting a single protective charm on himself. Six years of the best magical education in the world, wasted. Perhaps instead of frittering away the hours on pointless Occlumency lessons and uncountable detentions, they should have force-fed him survival skills.
Severus' lip curled in frustration. Albus had always been too cavalier with issues of life and death.
And where was Potter now? He had not emerged from the pool. Severus' disappointment flared. The sword could only be claimed through a test of courage, but Potter's foolhardy bravery had never been in question.
His ability to save himself, apparently, was.
Idiot, Severus thought, as he rushed from his hiding place, and with an angry motion of his wand drew the subject of his derision from the pool. Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding world, fell hard into the snow, the sword clutched in his frozen fingers. He did not appear to be breathing.
"For the love of..." Severus gathered the stiff body into his arms. He could not Disapparate with him--where could he go that was safe? Ideally, he would rouse him enough to leave him to fend for himself again, still none the wiser whose hand it was that had helped him.
Severus wrapped his cloak around him, hitting it with a Warming Charm that did little, it seemed. He shed his gloves, and Potter's skin seemed to steal the heat from his hands wherever he touched. Severus cursed again. There were any number of potions that could cure him with a drop, but none of them were accessible here in the deep woods. And Severus did not need magic to know that Potter's life was fading.
Growling, he removed his own clothes with a charm, pulling the icy body against his and wrapping the voluminous cloak around them both. There, he felt a shiver from deep in the young man's body. Severus held him close, entwining their legs, pressing their chests together. A cough. Thank Merlin...
And then nothing. Severus gritted his teeth. Only Albus had ever known the depths of his ability with healing. He, at least, had understood that the power to heal and the power to destroy were the same. One they called light, one they called dark, but...
Points of philosophy were far from his mind as he stoked the power in his veins. Sometimes the most ancient spells were best. The ones even Muggles had an inkling of, their roots ran so deep in human history. Potter was slipping away, into a near-death state. Severus brushed his lips over the young man's frozen cheeks, and then pressed his mouth to his. Live, breathe, he thought.
The lips under his warmed slowly, then moved, at first tentatively, then hungrily. Yes, rise up, Severus thought. He had brought him from near death to dreaming now, still deep in the underworld, but on the rise. He felt the lips under him part and snaked his tongue into that mouth, drawing forth a moan. Whose name would Potter cry if he let him? Of whom did he dream?
The princess pricked her finger on a needle, according to Muggle stories, but like so many things, they had it all backward, the code buried deep in the tale. Severus slipped his hand between Potter's legs and knew the spell was working when he encountered hot, straining flesh, Potter's cock coming to life before the rest of him.
He tugged at it impatiently, pressing Potter back into the warmed cloak, snow steaming under them, his mouth still covering the young man's, his hand working hard and fast at the loose skin covering his prick. His own cock pressed heatedly against Potter's leg and he rutted without being aware of doing so.
Up and up and up. There was no tenderness in it, only urgency. Severus hooked his thumb over the head, sliding it through a healthy drop of slippery issue, squeezing and stroking. Potter began to struggle under him--no, not struggle. Thrust, strain, whimpering into his mouth as his body came alive and tried to urge him to completion as well. Yes. Now Potter was forcing his cock in and out of Severus' tightened fist, the slick sound of it seemingly loud in the snow-filled forest, though not nearly as loud as the grunts and whines coming from the young man's throat.
Severus lifted his mouth free, watching the face grow more animated, eyes squeezed shut but the rest of him alive, struggling, desperate to come. "Come on, Potter," he rasped. "You're nearly there..."
And then liquid heat poured forth, Potter's skin glowing red as he flushed all over, spurting white and pearly onto his own belly. Thank Merlin, the spell was a success...
And then Potter opened his eyes, and Severus recoiled. It was as if Lily were looking out at him, accusing, angry, shocked at what he had done to her son...
Even stunned as he was, Severus wasted no time. Obliviate! His head spun then at the crunch of footsteps coming into the clearing.
"Oi!"
Stunning spell, then again, a memory charm. The Weasley boy. Well, that would provide a convenient story. With a few waves of his wand he had them both thoroughly wet again, the memory taking up residence in each of their heads that Ron had come to his friend's rescue.
Severus hissed as he put his clothes back on; his erection had not subsided one bit in the chill. He looked at the two young bodies laid out before him. They would never know if he took his satisfaction as they slept.
But Lily's eyes, accusing... he shook his head. He had perpetrated enough evil of late. He took his place behind the tree again and then woke them with a flick of his wand. When it became clear the spells had taken hold, he Disapparated without another thought.
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Gift-Fic For: Jadzia7667
Rating: NC-17 of course
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warning: This story is Deathly Hallows compliant. In fact, it's a bit of a canon rewrite. DH Spoiler, therefore! Oh, and, the consent is rather ambiguous, too.
A/N: There's no proof it didn't happen this way...! Written for
jadzia7667 with love.Sleeping Beauty
by Ravenna C. Tan
The man watched from behind a thick-boled tree using a charm to see both around the tree and through the velvety darkness. His eyes goggled in disbelief, then narrowed in scorn as the heavily cloaked figure stripped down to nothing, his skin seeming to glow in the light of the wand he laid aside.
Imbecile, he thought, as the naked young man leaped into the ice-covered water without casting a single protective charm on himself. Six years of the best magical education in the world, wasted. Perhaps instead of frittering away the hours on pointless Occlumency lessons and uncountable detentions, they should have force-fed him survival skills.
Severus' lip curled in frustration. Albus had always been too cavalier with issues of life and death.
And where was Potter now? He had not emerged from the pool. Severus' disappointment flared. The sword could only be claimed through a test of courage, but Potter's foolhardy bravery had never been in question.
His ability to save himself, apparently, was.
Idiot, Severus thought, as he rushed from his hiding place, and with an angry motion of his wand drew the subject of his derision from the pool. Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding world, fell hard into the snow, the sword clutched in his frozen fingers. He did not appear to be breathing.
"For the love of..." Severus gathered the stiff body into his arms. He could not Disapparate with him--where could he go that was safe? Ideally, he would rouse him enough to leave him to fend for himself again, still none the wiser whose hand it was that had helped him.
Severus wrapped his cloak around him, hitting it with a Warming Charm that did little, it seemed. He shed his gloves, and Potter's skin seemed to steal the heat from his hands wherever he touched. Severus cursed again. There were any number of potions that could cure him with a drop, but none of them were accessible here in the deep woods. And Severus did not need magic to know that Potter's life was fading.
Growling, he removed his own clothes with a charm, pulling the icy body against his and wrapping the voluminous cloak around them both. There, he felt a shiver from deep in the young man's body. Severus held him close, entwining their legs, pressing their chests together. A cough. Thank Merlin...
And then nothing. Severus gritted his teeth. Only Albus had ever known the depths of his ability with healing. He, at least, had understood that the power to heal and the power to destroy were the same. One they called light, one they called dark, but...
Points of philosophy were far from his mind as he stoked the power in his veins. Sometimes the most ancient spells were best. The ones even Muggles had an inkling of, their roots ran so deep in human history. Potter was slipping away, into a near-death state. Severus brushed his lips over the young man's frozen cheeks, and then pressed his mouth to his. Live, breathe, he thought.
The lips under his warmed slowly, then moved, at first tentatively, then hungrily. Yes, rise up, Severus thought. He had brought him from near death to dreaming now, still deep in the underworld, but on the rise. He felt the lips under him part and snaked his tongue into that mouth, drawing forth a moan. Whose name would Potter cry if he let him? Of whom did he dream?
The princess pricked her finger on a needle, according to Muggle stories, but like so many things, they had it all backward, the code buried deep in the tale. Severus slipped his hand between Potter's legs and knew the spell was working when he encountered hot, straining flesh, Potter's cock coming to life before the rest of him.
He tugged at it impatiently, pressing Potter back into the warmed cloak, snow steaming under them, his mouth still covering the young man's, his hand working hard and fast at the loose skin covering his prick. His own cock pressed heatedly against Potter's leg and he rutted without being aware of doing so.
Up and up and up. There was no tenderness in it, only urgency. Severus hooked his thumb over the head, sliding it through a healthy drop of slippery issue, squeezing and stroking. Potter began to struggle under him--no, not struggle. Thrust, strain, whimpering into his mouth as his body came alive and tried to urge him to completion as well. Yes. Now Potter was forcing his cock in and out of Severus' tightened fist, the slick sound of it seemingly loud in the snow-filled forest, though not nearly as loud as the grunts and whines coming from the young man's throat.
Severus lifted his mouth free, watching the face grow more animated, eyes squeezed shut but the rest of him alive, struggling, desperate to come. "Come on, Potter," he rasped. "You're nearly there..."
And then liquid heat poured forth, Potter's skin glowing red as he flushed all over, spurting white and pearly onto his own belly. Thank Merlin, the spell was a success...
And then Potter opened his eyes, and Severus recoiled. It was as if Lily were looking out at him, accusing, angry, shocked at what he had done to her son...
Even stunned as he was, Severus wasted no time. Obliviate! His head spun then at the crunch of footsteps coming into the clearing.
"Oi!"
Stunning spell, then again, a memory charm. The Weasley boy. Well, that would provide a convenient story. With a few waves of his wand he had them both thoroughly wet again, the memory taking up residence in each of their heads that Ron had come to his friend's rescue.
Severus hissed as he put his clothes back on; his erection had not subsided one bit in the chill. He looked at the two young bodies laid out before him. They would never know if he took his satisfaction as they slept.
But Lily's eyes, accusing... he shook his head. He had perpetrated enough evil of late. He took his place behind the tree again and then woke them with a flick of his wand. When it became clear the spells had taken hold, he Disapparated without another thought.
