The Bunny Farm - Harry Potter Drabbles

"What are you on about now?" asked Snape, displeased to hear anything but bliss from Harry after their vigorous celebration of their imminent cohabitation.

Snape kissed him indulgently. "Didn't I tell you?" he asked innocently, "Minerva offered to lend us the Hogwarts house elves, if we can wait the week until summer."

Harry looked happy, then suspicious. "You told her before you asked me?" he said, outrage bringing a different sort of flush to his cheeks.

"Severus, sorry to bother you, but I've got a bit of a potions emergency here," said Arthur Weasley. Though coloured green by the flames, his pained expression was quite clear.

There was a whoosh and a scream, and Arthur emerged with his prick hanging out and looking worse for wear. "Well," said Arthur pathetically, "at least that got my zipper unstuck."

Neville lay in his borrowed bed at the Burrow and licked his lips, wishing he'd waited to brush his teeth. He hadn't <em>really</em> been able to taste Charlie beneath the cinnamon-laced hot cocoa, but he'd imagined he was taking a kiss from the cup when Charlie had shared.

"I'd rather you took a kiss from me," said Charlie, voice closer though his motion had been silent.

Neville blushed, realizing he'd been murmuring to himself, but the embarrassment was banished when Charlie's warm, mint-scented lips ghosted over his own.

Harry, Draco and Ron all whooped in unison as McGonagall let them out of Double Transfigurations nearly thirty minutes early. Harry caught Draco's baleful eye and flushed, but he didn't let it spoil his enthusiasm. The afternoon was beautiful, bright and sunny but not too hot, and he couldn't wait to get outside.

"I suppose you'll be wanting to use the Pitch?" said Draco in his usual snotty drawl.

Ron slung an arm over Harry's shoulders and said, "Why not play a little Seeker on Seeker? I can ref."

"I've always wanted a puppy," said Sirius, watching Harry play with his new toy.

Remus snorted. "It's not quite the same," he said, admiring the curve of Harry's arse, and the way his furry thigh-highs framed the high bollocks and wagging tail.

Harry let out a cute little bark, then went back to lapping and biting at the oversized cock and balls, growling adorably when his hungry gnawing failed to make a dent. They both groaned when Harry mounted the thing, prick slipping between the plush balls while his mouth worked at the tip.

"You know," said Harry, performing an entirely indelicate manoeuvre, "I wouldn't mind them so much if they didn't ride up like this. How do women stand it?"

Snape snorted, moving in to straighten the knickers stretched over Harry's bum. "I've no idea," he replied, hand coming around to massage Harry's prick through the slippery fabric.

"Ohhh, that's... good motivation," said Harry, bending over and spreading his legs. Snape slid his cock over Harry's cheeks, then between them, rubbing against his eager entrance. The satin rode up with each stroke of Snape's cock, but this time, Harry didn't mind a bit.

This time it was Draco laid out between his two lovers, body held fast by twining green and gold ribbons, Harry's gold binding his wrists to the headboard while Snape's green spread his legs and lifted them to the sky. A finer tendril of green silk slipped over Draco's cock and balls like a curious snake, gliding around and around until those, too, were bound tight.

"My turn," said Harry. He stole a kiss before sending a band of gold not across Draco's mouth but his eyes, making him all the more helpless for the delectable pleasures they had planned.

Percy walked along the cool, silent corridors of the dungeons, resisting the temptation as he always did to trail his fingers along the rough stone walls. It wouldn't do for the Head Boy to be noticed at such idle pursuits. He ducked through a hidden doorway, relaxing just a fraction when he saw what awaited him.

The bed they'd conjured together seemed doubly inviting with Draco tucked between its sheets, one naked shoulder providing the only clue that this wasn't just a nap. Percy undressed quietly and slipped in beside him, waking his lover with a kiss and a smile.

"I thought clouds would be... wetter," said George, rolling around on the white expanse.

Charlie laughed. "It's the spell that makes it... suitable," he said with a leer. They looked just as good as he'd imagined, the sun making their pale skin shine like copper-dusted pearl.

Charlie he moaned as he found himself surrounded, the twins' hands and mouths moving purposefully over his body.

"A brother could ask for," finished George, lips finding Charlie's for their first real kiss.

Snape's teeth were uneven, bruising the skin of James' neck in irregular patterns as he bit down again and again, as if that would keep in the sounds he made as James thrust into him as hard and fast as he could. James knew no one would hear them here, no one would know that they'd both stooped so low, finding comfort in the arms of the enemy even while James' son waited at home, safe and hidden.

James held a lot of regrets about what they did, but the sharpest one came when he spelled away the red marks.

Snape looked affronted, covering himself with his robe. "You can't believe what, Potter?" he asked icily.

That was enough to sober Harry up. "I'm sorry, please don't... it's just, I never expected this," said Harry, one hand caressing Snape's leg soothingly. He knelt up and stole a kiss, hoping to get them back on track.

Snape relented slowly, letting his robes fall open and his legs as well, nudging Harry's attention downward.

Harry bit his lip, humour dancing in his eyes as he nuzzled at Snape's erection through his pants. "But... polka dots!"

"Why couldn't you have been more like Regulus?" hissed Snape, tired of being hexed and harassed by Sirius Black.

"At least if you were queer I could kiss you quiet," said Snape bitterly, though in truth Regulus had lost interest in him months ago. He might be in with the Dark Lord, but he wasn't nearly as interesting as a real man like Lucius.

Sirius leaned back against the wall and arched his back, grin going feral. "You haven't tried, have you?" he said, everything about him an offer and a dare.

"You're spying for him," said Harry, the fire lost behind a weariness that went deeper than flesh. He levelled his wand at the pair anyway.

Percy turned to face Harry resolutely, though he stayed in the circle of Snape's arms.

"We're both spies for the Order, you idiot," said Snape harshly, pulling Percy back against him in a gesture Harry would have called comforting, had it been anyone but Snape.

"It's too good!" moaned Harry, writhing under the onslaught of two mouths teasing at his most sensitive places. His hands and feet were tied to the headboard, leaving him bent in half and completely exposed.

Draco nibbled along the curve of his arse, slipping his tongue into Harry's well-molested entrance.

"Just give in," said Snape, licking along the magical cock ring that kept Harry in torment while they had their fun.

Harry gasped at the onslaught, but he'd be damned if he'd go out in public with Crabbe and Goyle.

It started with just a brush of their lips, shouting faces so close together that they couldn't help but touch. No one was there to see, so they let it happen again, words dying as a new spark jumped between them, anger turning to something far more dangerous.

"Do it," said Draco, back against the wall and unable or unwilling to make the next move.

Harry didn't bother to answer, instead pressing his body against Draco's from mouth to knee, hands going from shirt to hair, still clutching as they kissed with a fire he'd never found with anyone else.

"Should we say seventeen Sickles each instead of a Galleon?" said Fred, looking through the price list.

George rolled his eyes and glanced around to make sure they were still alone in the shop. "I think you have bigger worries," he said, standing just close enough.

Fred snorted. "You have a one-track mind," he scolded, hand cupping George's growing erection. "And more than seventeen Sickles in your trousers."

George grinned. "I promise to make it worth your while." He spelled the door sign to say 'Back Soon!' and dropped to his knees, pulling out Fred's luscious cock.

"That's it, pet, suck it down," said Harry, spreading his legs to allow his slave easy access. He'd once thought of objecting when Snape knelt at his feet, but like a lodestone Snape had found his way into the service of whatever power would have him, once Voldemort had been destroyed.

Harry thrust between eager lips, amazed as always at Snape's skill and eagerness. "I think," said Harry, feeling his balls tingle at the thought of it, "I'm going to tie you to the bed all night."

Harry smirked. "You're the one that said no presents and no party." The icing was starting to melt a bit around the edges, the 'y's running down his left side, the H a little lopsided, but it was still legible.

"Well," said Percy, smudging a finger around the 'a', which happened to also be Harry's nipple. "Happy Birthday to me."

Harry grinned and pointed, though Percy couldn't have missed his confection-coated cock. "Do you like your candle?"

"What kind of a person only owns one teacup?" said Percy exasperatedly, searching through Harry's cupboards.

"The sort that doesn't have company to breakfast," said Harry, rolling his eyes. "One of each, that's all a lonely bachelor needs, isn't it?"

Percy shot him a glare. "You're not lonely now. I insist you fix this problem before--" He stopped, suddenly unsure of himself.

Harry moved up next to him, towel slipping a bit more as he moulded to Percy's side. "Before next time, you mean?" he asked, looking terribly pleased with himself.

Sirius crept into Harry's bed, knowing it was wrong, but equally sure that both he and Harry needed this, needed someone to love them. "Harry?" he said softly, cuddling up to the boy.

"Sirius?" said Harry's voice, and he rolled over, caressed Sirius, kissed him. Made everything seem all right, for now.

Then another, bigger, hand smoothed its way up Sirius' flank, then down to cup his arse through his thin pyjamas. "You're sure?" said Ron's voice, close enough he was nearly part of their kiss.

Sirius froze for just a moment, then melted into both their touches. "I'm sure."

Lupin swallowed, but loosened his collar anyway. "You're sure I won't infect you?"

Snape grunted, already nuzzling at Lupin's throat. "I may become drunk on it," he said, tongue flicking to taste the skin over Lupin's fluttering pulse, "but I can only be one kind of monster."

Lupin gasped when Snape bit down, then melted into the euphoric magic. He tensed briefly when Snape's hand slipped into his trousers, then relented, letting Snape assuage both of their hungers.

"If you'd relax, it wouldn't hurt as much," said Snape, his fingers moving relentlessly despite Draco's protests.

Draco winced again, then sighed with pleasure as Snape found a much nicer place to rub. "That's better, oh," he said, feeling himself finally beginning to relax under Snape's skilful touches. "Feels good like this."

Snape snorted derisively. "If I don't massage the sore muscles, then what's the point?" His hands smoothed up Draco's back to rub at his tense shoulder blades.

Draco chuckled, turning it to a groan as Snape hit a particularly sore spot. "Reward?"

Percy's hand trembled just a little as he ran the flannel over Harry's back and shoulders, and that was enough to give Harry courage. He turned and captured Percy's mouth in a kiss, finding him just as stiff as expected until he melted into willingness.

"You, this... you mean it?" said Percy, eyes boring into Harry's, daring him to be honest.

Harry kissed him again, softly this time, and nodded. "I can actually wash my back all on my own, you know," he said teasingly, slipping one wet hand up to cradle Percy's cheek.

"Spring is almost here," said Neville quietly, looking out over the frozen garden and getting a wave from the Devil's Snare.

Snape chuckled and came up behind him, one hand finding the small of Neville's back just above the plump arse he'd grown so very, unexpectedly attached to. "You might have customers someday."

Neville laughed and kissed him. "You're just worried you'll have to cut back to once a night to keep from wearing me out."

Snape kissed back, hand moving down. "Oh, no," he said wickedly. "There's potions for that."

Harry lapped at Snape's fingers, purring happily as he rode Snape's cock long past his own orgasm. His eyes were hooded with pleasure, and the cat-ears of his costume flicked forward and then back in time with the movement of his slender hips. "Oh, thank you, sir," he said happily, when every last drop of come was gone.

Snape slipped two fingers into Harry's mouth just to give his greedy kitten something to suckle, then proceeded to show him what a proper fucking felt like.

"I thought I might find you up here," said Bill, squeezing into the child-sized treehouse. "I'm sorry."

Percy scooted as much as he could, but still ended up practically in Bill's lap and enjoying the every moment of it, not that he'd ever admit to such a thing. "Sorry for what?" asked Percy, feigning ignorance.

Bill kissed Percy's hair, and Percy froze. "Sorry for leaving," he said quietly.

Percy bit his lip, and snuggled just a little closer. "Egypt seems so far." His voice sounded small and young compared to Bill's.

Harry stood in the clearing and watched the sunlight streaming down through the dark branches, illuminating the fuzzy seeds floating on the breeze. There were pale green buds on everything, even in the deep dark places, spring finally come to the heart of the Forbidden Forest.

A rustling caught his attention, and his wand came up, only to drop again when he saw who it was. "Malfoy," he said, voice neutral.

"Potter," came the response, voice thin and exhausted, all wrong for the setting. Malfoy paused, then stepped closer and whispered, "You saved me."

"Stop, what are you, that tickles, you peasants!" said Draco, voice getting higher and louder with each word until he finally dissolved in a fit of giggling.

Fred and George pulled him into an unused classroom, hands burrowing under his clothes and manipulating all his sensitive spots until his laughter turned to gasps, and gasps to moans. "You're not really," said Fred challengingly, hand down the front of Draco's trousers.

Remus looked smug as he licked fluid from his fingers, eyes hooded as he grinned at Severus. "Was there something you wanted?" he asked innocently.

Severus couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the smear of liquid on Remus' cheek, and before he knew it he'd wiped it up. "You missed a spot," he said, and then in revenge he sucked the clinging stuff off his finger. "Delicious."

Remus composure slipped as he watched Severus' fingers disappearing into his mouth. "Well," he said, swallowing and then turning back to the bowl, "You did say German chocolate was your favourite."

Neville sat at the table sipping champagne and watching he other heroes celebrating the end of the war in proper style. He found himself sighing as they danced, remembering his own brief, shining moments at the Yule Ball, at the Ministry, at the Battle of the Black Lake.

"I see I'm not the only outcast," said Draco, startling Neville enough that he knocked over his drink.

Draco cleared up the mess with a wave of his wand, then held out a hand. "Shall we outcasts dance?"

"Bloody hell!" yelled Harry, as Snape ripped off the first strip of cloth, and a stripe of hair off Harry's leg with it. "Why are we doing this again?"

"You don't trust me to shave you," said Snape, preparing another strip as he spoke, "and you refused the potion. This is the only method remaining."

He ripped, and Harry yelped. Harry fixed his eyes on the prize, a perfect little Slytherin girls' uniform. "It'll be worth it," he told himself, gritting his teeth as Snape continued the torment.

Snape/Harry, "Mr. Wizarding World 2006", 256 words for rexluscus

"I am not one of your calendar boys, Harry," said Snape dangerously, hands clawing at the bedding despite himself. He hated this feeling, this exposure, all his worst features splayed gracelessly in the cold light of day.

Harry's roaming eyes were inexorably drawn to what Snape privately considered his best feature. "It looks huge even when it's soft," Harry murmured, crawling forward over the green flannel sheets he'd bought last winter. They were softer now after two seasons of wear, but nowhere near as soft as the inside of Snape's thigh, the tempting hollow where Harry's cheek came to rest.

"If that's all you wanted to see," said Snape, trying not to be mollified despite the hot breath stirring the hairs around his groin, "then there was no need for... this."

"I like seeing all of you together," said Harry, nuzzling into the creases where everything came together. "I like that you're mine."

"Then I suppose you'll do this for me upon request as well?" asked Snape, irritated to feel his anger draining away as Harry's mouth explored, one hand on the opposite thigh to keep him spread wide.

Harry nodded absently, taking advantage of the inevitable uplifting of Snape's cock to nibble the place where it met his bollocks. "Always," he murmured, the shape a caress against Snape's skin.

Snape sighed and flopped back, defeated. Between Harry's methods of persuasion and his own underlying fear of losing Harry should he refuse to be persuaded, it was a wonder he had any dignity left at all.

Fred came home late after another unsatisfying date, some girl he'd only asked out because George was watching. He slipped quietly into their shared flat, thinking about the days when they'd shared a bed as well and wishing irrationally that their business hadn't been quite so successful, so they still had an excuse to bunk together in the tiny flat above the store.

Fred slipped quietly down the hallway to his own room and its lonely bed, opening the door just in time to watch George come with the word, "Fred," on his lips before he even opened his eyes.

"Ribbon?" said Draco disbelievingly, looking up at the Christmas-red bow centred neatly over his crossed wrists. "You're tying me up with ribbon?"

"It's got the spell on, I couldn't find anything else," said Harry, who'd only just managed to scrounge it off of some old gift box.

Draco gave an experimental tug, and sure enough his wrists were firmly bound despite the ridiculous form the bondage had taken. He closed his eyes and tugged again, feeling his cock start to firm back up. "I think," he said, stretching his body sensually for Harry's benefit, "that we need a blindfold, too."

Harry felt like the White Rabbit as he rushed down into the dungeons and through the maze of corridors, glancing at his watch and cursing the idiot who'd only put sixty minutes in each hour.

"You're late," said Snape dryly as Harry skidded around the corner. He leaned against the doorway to his chambers, robes gaping just enough that Harry could see there was nothing under them. Snape ran a hand down his chest, opening them further until his oiled erection was clearly visible. "I started without you."

"I don't know about this," said Snape when Lupin kissed him, mouth still hot and faintly sweet from the tea they'd been sharing.

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," said Snape as Lupin lowered himself carefully onto Snape's cock.

"I don't know if this will work," said Snape the next morning when he woke to find Lupin wrapped around him.

"I don't mind," said Lupin placidly, taking a kiss despite other issues. "I'll be too old to care by the time you decide."

"I can't believe you planted aconite next to my herbs," said Remus, glaring at Snape. "The window box is for edible plants."

"I use it in your potion every month," Snape shot back, "and I got tired of buying it from that idiot Slug in the winter."

There was a moment of standoff, and then Remus shook his head and sighed. "How about we buy it its own pot?"

Snape stood his ground for a moment more, then gave in with his usual lack of grace. Privately, Remus suspected that Snape only did things like this for the make-up sex.

Draco managed to get a good haul today, bacon and sausages and even a couple of boiled eggs. He left breakfast early again, slipping out of the castle and down to the Forest where it met the Lake at his favourite hiding spot, happy to see his new friend waiting there.

"Are eggs good for dogs?" he asked, laying out the napkin full of meat and sitting beside it, fingers deftly peeling eggshells.

The shaggy black dog, who Draco still hadn't named, barked once and snuffled Draco's cheek, tail thumping.

Padfoot came romping into the kitchens with Cecil perched on his back and Bastian following along, laughing. "Aren't you two getting a bit big for doggie rides?" asked Harry with a grin, chasing the last bit of ice cream left in his bowl.

Padfoot barked and dumped Cecil unceremoniously onto Bastian, then turned back into Sirius and peered mournfully into the carton. "All gone?"

Harry laughed. "You know there's always more in the freezer, dad," he said, gesturing with his spoon.

Sirius grinned. "A dog's got to keep up his strength," he said, digging until he found what he was looking for. He plunked a fresh carton of Harry's favourite down along with the rest and said impishly, "So does a loving son who runs a wonderful home for kids."

Harry shook his head, but didn't protest when his bowl was refilled. "Hey, where'd you find those?" he asked when Sirius sprinkled miniature chocolate frogs over all of their ice cream.

"It's a secret," said Sirius, winking. "If I told you, you'd take them upstairs and do unspeakable things with Severus, and I'd never get any."

"Ewwww, gross!" said Cecil and Bastian in chorus, with which Sirius could only agree.

At first, Snape wasn't sure what he was seeing, all red hair and freckles in interesting places, but the shapes resolved themselves into Weasleys soon enough. "You... you're... brothers!" he stammered, the infraction too shocking for even his razor wit.

"We're worth it," said Fred, sitting up so Snape could see both their torsos, hard brown nipples the colour of freckles and only one cock visible between them.

"You should try us," said George, spreading his legs to make it obvious where Fred's cock had got to.

Snape shrugged; he would simply consider the invitation akin to a detention served.

"Arr, matey, shiver me timbers!" Fred had said, when Snape came by to discuss edible potions.

"Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum," George had agreed, when Snape had taken this challenge to heart and given Fred a spine-melting kiss.

George soon had his own kiss for a sample, and found it quite a bit more intoxicating than mere alcohol.

Snape, for his part, was smugly pleased to have interpreted their strange conversation correctly. Or so he assumed, as the end result was his cock in George and his arse full of Fred, while they both yelled, "Aye!"

"What are you doing? Any disruptive air currents could send unwelcome detritus into a delicate experiment," said Snape crossly.

Lupin continued to open the windows, unaffected by Snape's manner. After all, he was used to it by now. "Don't be foolish, Severus, it smells awful in here. Don't you ever air the place out?"

Snape shot back the sulky look of a bachelor whose den has been invaded by cleanliness and light.

"No one's about this time of day. Why don't you finish that up," said Lupin with a little leer, "and we can get naked and enjoy the sunshine?"

"Why are we doing potions now?" Harry whined, aware that he wasn't presenting his most attractive face at the moment. "This was supposed to be my free afternoon. Summer, remember?"

"It's a surprise," said Snape, his voice holding a humour that would certainly surprise anyone but Harry or the twins.

Harry sulked his way into the kitchen and found the cauldron set up, ingredients out and a book Harry didn't recognize already open to a recipe. His mood melted away when he read the name of the potion they were brewing. "Lucifer's Luscious Lubricant? Brilliant."

The bite in Snape's voice nearly levitated Harry off the floor, and he swallowed and looked up through fringe grown unruly and long. "How do you want me to do it, then?" he asked coquettishly.

"I don't like teeth," said Snape crossly, or as crossly as he could manage with Harry on his knees at Snape's feet, skin decorated with purple love bites and the red half-moons of much less gentle biting.

Harry purred and kissed the spot he'd just nipped. "Oh, right," he said impishly, adding a kitten-like lick for good measure, "That's me."

"All right," said Ron, chuckling a little at the absurdity of playing in with only two people left, "Truth or Dare?"

Ron sighed. "You'll do the penalty dare, then?" he asked, getting a nod from Neville. He thought for a moment, then grinned wickedly. "I dare you to kiss whoever it is."

Ron wasn't quite as surprised as he expected when Neville's warm lips brushed his own.

"It doesn't taste the same at all," said George, poking at the brie with a finger. "It's all... I dunno, musty. Cheesy. That can't be healthy."

Fred sniggered and braved another taste. "Well, it does a little. The middle bit, anyway," he said, offering his finger to George.

George licked it off, then made a considering face. "All right, that's a bit more like it, but..."

Fred grinned and slipped down George's body to lap at a stray droplet of white left over from their pre-snack activities, then finished the thought for him. "I like the real thing better, too.

Harry laughed, then tugged Draco on top of him instead. "You do know Muggles don't actually talk that way," he said, then kissed Draco anyway.

Draco looked puzzled, then grinned sheepishly. "It's not because that bear person says it," he explained, snuggling happily on top of Harry.

Draco's grin turned smug. "It's because I can hear you in my head," he said, kissing Harry's nose, then burying his own in the crook of Harry's neck. "You do great voices."

"Why do you do that?" asked Harry, watching Snape run careful fingers over each row of buttons on the rack of robes.

"Even numbers," said Snape distractedly, making a face and moving on to the next robe. He began again, each wrist first, then the long row down the centre. The cut wouldn't be as flattering, Harry thought, but Snape smiled when he was done.

"So," said Harry, moving closer and tracing his own finger over the smooth buttons, "shall I count them again later?"

Snape turned and raised an eyebrow, and Harry grinned back, understanding the unspoken word: yes.

"You're really sure your family won't mind?" asked Draco yet again, slowing his steps.

Charlie smiled and shook his head. "I'm really sure, Draco. You aren't your father."

Draco's head snapped up. "Anyone would be proud to have a Malfoy..." He swallowed, blushing. "I meant, about you being gay."

"Oh!" said Charlie, cocking his head like one of his dragons. "I'm not sure, really."

Draco's eyes went wide and he stopped altogether, but it was too late. Molly came out of the front door, saying, "Charlie! And... Draco Malfoy? Well, isn't this a surprise."

Arthur followed, looking less sanguine than his wife. "Never thought we'd have a Malfoy in the family."

"Are you sure I've got a mole there?" said Draco, twisting around in front of the mirror. He spread his arse cheeks and bent over, but his arm still blocked his view.

Harry couldn't help but laugh, coming up to kiss him sweetly and take the sting from it. "It's just that when you're in a relationship," he said teasingly, "you get seen from certain... angles."

Harry grinned and tugged him toward the bed. "Tell you what. How about I kiss it and make it better?"

"Quick, catch him!" Fred cried, circling around.

George ran, but Snape had already vanished. He paused to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his wand hand, then pelted off in the most likely direction.

"Stop right there!" he said, taking aim at the fluttering black figure running through a grove of white birches.

"We've got you now!" said Fred, coming round the side.

They tackled Snape to the ground together, laughing and snogging him in turn. "No amount of running," said Fred, keeping him pinned.

"Will get you out of de-gnoming the garden," said George, stealing another kiss.

"Five drams, seventeen minims," said Harry, examining the white fluid in the beaker. "Not even an ounce!"

"Obviously," said Snape, coming around to look, "we need to refrain until the potion can be completed."

Harry pouted. He didn't like doing it in the lab; the tables were hard, Severus rarely kissed him, and there was a draught. "What if we took the beaker to bed?" he asked plaintively, cocking one hip and trying to look seductive instead of just rumpled.

Snape chuckled, tilting Harry's chin up and stealing a rare, sweet kiss. "I'd forget to collect the sample."

Harry smiled; that was an explanation he could understand.

Harry wiggled in his bonds, wondering what on earth Severus was up to that required he be blindfolded while Severus massaged some potion into his arse for long minutes. He squirmed more when the tickling started up, something cold and wet moving over the sensitized skin. "What are you doing?" he asked petulantly; usually by this time in the evening he had something up his arse, not on it, whether it was his lover's tongue, fingers, cock, or wand.

"You'll see," said Severus evenly, voice giving away nothing but a certain smugness.

Harry sulked more when all the touches receded, and he heard Severus casting spells. "Please, Severus, I'm so empty!" he said, arching up as best he could.

"Hold that pose, and I'll fill you soon enough," said Snape, casting a final spell to Banish Harry's blindfold.

Harry blinked at the mirrors surrounding them, angled so he wasn't looking at his own flushed, needy face but instead showing him... a carved Halloween pumpkin? "Severus, why am I looking at..." He stopped and stared again, giving an experimental wriggle that was matched in motion by the round, orange object filling his vision. "Is that my arse?"

Snape grinned. "You said you wanted to celebrate the holiday," he said wickedly, bringing the candle down so Harry could see it, the whole thing shaped like a thick, realistic cock with the wick coming out the back end rather than the blunt tip. "Now all we have to do is light you up."

"It's always so bloody cold down here," Draco whinged, though truthfully in the hotter months he basked in the coolness afforded by their proximity to the lake. In winter, the common room took on a chill that nothing seemed to dissipate, as though the walls ought to be rimed with frost.

Blaise chuckled and sat next to Draco on the small loveseat, spreading his lap blanket over the both of them. "Is that better, your lordship?" he teased.

Draco's fingers fumbled under the covers until they found Blaise's waiting hand, cold fingers tangling in Blaise's warm ones. "Now it is."

"Why on earth would I want to wear that?" asked Snape, snatching the box away before Remus could hide it. Inside was a lingerie set, a black satin merry widow with long garters, silk stockings and matching knickers, tastefully trimmed with green ribbon.

Remus flushed and shrugged. "It was just an idea," he said dismissively, though his expression was wistful.

Snape stroked the satiny fabric, imagining how it might feel against his skin. "Well," he said, setting the box on the bed and turning back to Remus, "Obviously you'll have to help me shave first, or it won't look right."

Harry had been surprised at first by this new request of Draco's, but Draco made so few demands on him that he readily assented. Now, sitting by the fire with a drink by his side, a book in his hands, and Draco curled happily at his feet, Harry could see that this was going to work out fine.

He had just one question for Draco, and he leaned down to scratch around the magically attached costume ears, getting a sweet smile in return. "I understand now," he said, continuing to pet his lover, "but why a guinea pig?"

George walked into their shared flat above the store only to find Fred blocking the way, buck naked and staring at his crotch in the hall mirror.

George laughed and went to his knees, looking closely enough to see that even the sparse fur on Fred's bollocks had been dyed. He inhaled deeply, smelling only familiar warm scents. "Depends," he said, pressing a kiss to Fred's rapidly rising prick, "Is it flavoured?"

"No," replied Fred, his breath stolen by George's taste test. "But it's non-toxic."

Harry watched the snow drifting around him with a quiet wonder, amazed that even this place could be made clean and new by its blanket of white. It was a better memorial than any monument, and he came back here every year to the spot where he'd sacrificed a piece of his soul to destroy a madman.

"You had soul enough left to forgive me," said Snape's voice from behind him, and Harry smiled and turned.

"And you still always know what I'm thinking," he replied, claiming a kiss that was all the warmer for being out in the cold.

"I always did adore this little dip," said Harry, flicking his tongue into the hollow at the base of Draco's throat. He nibbled along a collarbone, then kissed down to the nipple below.

Draco grinned and wriggled, as much as he could, bound spread-eagled to Harry's bed. "I like to be adored," he said teasingly.

Harry ignored him in favour of lavishing attention on his body, fingers tracing the elegant lines, mouth exploring the interesting dips and protrusions, savouring every taste and touch. By the time Harry was ready to listen to what Draco had to say, Draco was begging.

"You're very sure of the provenance?" asked Draco with forced nonchalance, fingering a leather strap and allowing himself to imagine that the wicked device had truly belonged to Felix the Flexible, one of the greatest sex magicians in history.

Percy swallowed as Draco's fingers slipped through one of the rings, and pointed to the phial of silvery liquid. "The memories provided are indisputable. This was the harness used in his Rite of a Thousand Strokes."

Draco grinned, not above noticing the fascination peeking through Percy's professionalism. "You're a scholar," he said, stepping closer. "Care to help me recreate the ritual?"

"This firm's highly recommended for harassment suits," said Snape dryly, handing Harry a card.

"Harness, Dickey and Pierce?" asked Harry in disbelief. "Their name is sexual harassment."

Snape chuckled and pulled Harry close. "You could come out," he said, fondling Harry's fundament proprietarily. "Then she'd have no basis to sue."

"I just, oh, didn't want to share this yet," said Harry, arching into the touches, rubbing his erection shamelessly against Snape's thigh.

"No choice," said a voice behind them, and a camera flashed. "This'll be front page tomorrow, Poofter Potter."

Note: Harness Dickey & Pierce are a RL law firm, though they specialize in an entirely different area. Heh.

"So what are we supposed to do now?" said Harry, exasperated. Latest in a long string of things no one had bothered to mention to him was the fact that the spell to destroy Voldemort would create a lifelong bond between himself and his fellow caster.

Snape took a step closer, and the new tension in Harry's chest eased. "I am no happier about this than you."

"Life bound to you, or life bound to him," said Snape, his voice weary and resigned, "is no choice at all."

"I have a new toy to show you today, pet," said Snape, nuzzling the clinging boy in his arms. Harry had taken to his training very well, and Snape decided to reward his obedience and enthusiastic service with a special treat.

"Oh, yes," said Snape, laying the limp, trusting boy out on his bed. "Do you need a nap first?"

"Nuh uh," replied Harry, stretching sensuously and blinking awake with an effort, ending up splayed and grinning, unabashed in his nudity.

Harry stood in the snow, eyes closed and flakes glistening on his black lashes, and Sirius ached. When Harry turned and smiled, blinking up at the blind windows of the house, Sirius finally understood.

He accepted the invitation written on Harry's face and came down, opening the door and leaning against the frame in nothing but his jeans, nipples hardening in the cold air. "Come inside," he said, reaching a hand out to Harry. "Let's get warm."

Harry stepped up and took it, then moved in closer and took a single, sweet kiss as well. "I thought you'd never ask."

Snape looked down at the boy curled in his bed, thin and pale as he had always been, but as much now from privation as from genetics. Snape sat down and stroked his hair, pulling the blankets back up and kissing his tousled hair.

"Sev'rus?" said Draco sleepily, turning over and smiling up with a look of warm trust that made Snape's chest tighten.

"I brought you something," said Snape, reaching into his robes. "There's groceries, too, but this is just for you."

Draco's smile as he ate the chocolate frog made all the risks worthwhile, for just a moment.

"Is that you, or the broomstick?" asked Harry when Snape's sizeable erection found its way under his robe to rub against his arse through his pants.

"Shouldn't you be watching where you're flying?" countered Snape, his hands just as distracting as his cock, pinching Harry's nipples, cupping his balls, teasing open Harry's and slipping a fingertip inside.

Harry moaned and arched back, keeping his half-lidded eyes on their heading. "Shouldn't you be fucking me?"

"We've got miles to go before we get to that," said Snape wickedly, breath hot on Harry's ear before it was stolen away by the wind.

#24: Harry/Sirius, first time, uncertainty, resolution, inevitable, 100 words for jadzia7667

Harry watched Sirius for weeks before he decided the only way to be sure was to try. Late that night, he went to Sirius' room in nothing but his pyjama bottoms.

The heat in Sirius' eyes was clearer now, and it gave Harry enough confidence to step forward, body arched and offered. "Is it wrong to want love before I go to war?" he blurted, forgetting his planned speech.

Sirius stared, first at Harry's face and then allowing his eyes to roam over Harry's body. He shook his head slowly, and held out a hand. "No, Harry, it's not wrong."

"Pinch your nipples, pet," said Snape, his voice low and dangerous as he thrust deeper into Harry's body.

Harry complied, blushing, while Draco straddled his face and said, "How did you get him to agree?"

Snape laughed, and Harry whimpered. "Don't let his innocent act fool you, he loves it."

The ready way Harry took Draco's cock into his throat seemed to bear that out, and Draco thrust into that insolent mouth with nearly as much satisfaction as Harry.

"Okay, yes, I get that I've been transported to an alternate dimension and all that, but why did I end up in England?" ranted Rodney. "Are you sure you don't have a phone?"

"Nah, mate, we're not that sort of shop," said one of the twins. Rodney hadn't bothered to learn their names or tell them apart, though he did pause to imagine them naked. Twice.

"What kind of retail establishment doesn't have a telephone?" asked Rodney, frustrated.

"A wizarding one," said the other twin, leaning in close enough to his brother to completely distract Rodney from the wizard thing.

Percy sat feeding the pigeons, staring at the pavement and missing his family like another limb, or his sight. The war was over now and he'd admitted he was wrong, but in the end there hadn't been enough forgiveness to go around.

"You'll only make them fat and lazy," said Snape, sitting down next to him, laying one warm hand on his knee.

They sat like that in silence for a while, and then Snape said softly, "It never gets any easier."

Percy said nothing, but he curled into Snape's body with a sigh, heedless of the stares of passersby.

"You're standing too close," whispered Snape irritably. Harry was practically in his lap, legs wedged between Snape's knees and crotch hovering temptingly close to Snape's face.

Harry grinned down at him, swaying his hips forward with a waft of heat and pheromones as someone pushed past him. "The train's very crowded, Severus," he said reasonably.

Snape looked around at all the people wedged into the tiny compartment and said, "Wiz- our sort generally gets from one place to another much quicker and less publicly."

Harry shifted his hips to outline the erection in his trousers. "Sometimes, I like it public."

Harry shivered as Remus' fingers grazed over his arm, so warm even with the heat of Snape's body pressed against his back. "I've never-"

Harry sighed as their clothes melted away, letting himself relax against Snape's body. Snape's hands slipped around, fingers curling into the hollows of his hipbones, while Remus kissed away his doubts.

It was a new world now, one they'd all given up so much to build, and Harry couldn't begrudge any of them this pleasure.

"So," said Draco slyly, slipping the words between firewhisky-laced kisses, "Do you play Beater or Keeper?"

Harry blinked away the fog of alcohol and lust, but the question still didn't make sense. "We're both Seekers."

"No, I mean," said Draco, running his fingers down Harry's front and dancing them up the length of Harry's cock as he explained, "Beater," then sliding them between Harry's legs to press against his entrance, "or Keeper."

Harry grinned as the meaning sank in. "I think I should try both," he said, his own hand finding its way into Draco's trousers, "just to be sure."

Blaise looked up from his dinner as someone sat at his table, eyes going wide when he recognized Harry Potter. "What are you doing here?" asked Blaise, glancing around at all the new arrivals from the Daedalus.

"Trying to bring you home," said Harry, pushing a plastic container at him. "I brought a bribe. Draco and Snape were both double agents, and we've won, and..."

"And Draco used to always talk about how he missed you, before he was killed," said Harry softly, looking down at his hands. "It made me want to know you."

[Note: Blaise in Space is wyomingnot's concept, which she requested. See her fic lj at wyoming_knott for more, sans Harry.]

"Isn't it dangerous for you here?" asked Harry, sitting on the ground and looking up into the sky, feeling the warmth of Firenze's hide against his back.

Firenze shrugged, the movement shifting both sets of front shoulders. "We are not very far into the forest," he said, curling his body a little further so Harry was cradled, slipping one strong hand into Harry's hair. "Can you see what we must do?"

Harry sighed at the touches, wondering how exactly he kept ending up in this situation. "Sex magic it is," he said, fingers already working the buttons on his robes.

Harry slipped up into the tiny attic, only to find he wasn't as alone as he'd hoped. "Neville, what are you doing here?" he asked, peering through the dusty sunbeams.

"I'm growing Pygmy Passion Poppies," said Neville with a little blush, pointing to the suggestively pink flowers in their window box. "Sprout wouldn't let me put them in the greenhouse where they might incite the Firsties."

Curious, Harry moved forward for a closer look and got a face-full of aphrodisiac pollen instead. He finally noticed that Neville was wearing a safety mask, but only because it kept them from kissing.

"I did what I had to do," said Harry, voice barely more than a whisper, skin paper-pale.

Harry huddled into his warmth, one frail hand touching Sirius' rosy cheek. "I couldn't go on without you," he said, only his eyes still full of life. "Everyone's left me, but I knew where you'd gone."

Sirius kissed his forehead. "I'm here now, love," he said, carrying Harry upwards, away from the Veil. Sirius had watched them arrive one by one through other doors, but he only had enough left in him for Harry.

Harry was in the back stacks again, looking in vain for some way to breathe underwater, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when something insinuated itself between his legs. "Pa- Snuffles! What are you doing here?" he said between giggles, shoving the dog's face away.

Seconds later, he found himself with his hands tangled in Sirius' hair, and a warm, familiar body pressed up against his own. "You hadn't come to the cave in awhile," said Sirius, nuzzling at Harry's cheek. "I missed you."

Harry glanced around, then stole a kiss from his godfather. "I always miss you."

Harry skirted his way around the circle, attempting vainly to stay out of whatever weird game the other fifth years were playing. "Oi, Harry, it's you!" said a laughing voice, and he froze and turned, only to find that the empty butterbeer bottle was definitely pointing at him.

Harry sighed. "What do I have to do?" he asked, glancing furtively around the circle.

Seamus stood up with a lopsided grin. "You get to kiss me!" he said, and they all laughed.

Harry tried to think of some excuse, but they all died in his throat when Seamus pulled him close.

Lucius pulled the small, wounded boy into his arms, surprised at how little Harry weighed. "We have to get him out of here," he said, feet crunching in the snow.

"So, you've finally seen the light?" said Snape sardonically, already leading them out of the grove, mistletoe burning on the bare trees and sending smoke into the sky along with their steaming breath.

Lucius glanced back at the site of Voldemort's latest mad rite, then nodded. "Our Lord has lost his mind. Potter saved my son, if not my wife."

"Are you sure they'll be all right with us?" asked Harry again, fidgeting with the box of Muggle Christmas ornaments he'd bought as a peace offering.

Ron pulled Harry close, kissing him right there on the front porch of the Burrow. "They've always wanted you in the family, Harry."

"I've even learned to forgive that you didn't choose Ginny," said Molly, opening the door and giving them a sharp, motherly smile. "As long as you're making an honest man of my Ronald, that is."

Harry laughed, face red, and nodded. "Promise," he said, his smile filled with warmth and love.

"Please, Harry, I'm sorry," said Draco, leaning his forehead against the door to what had been their flat, up until about five minutes ago.

"Why should I believe you?" said Harry from the other side, voice thick and angry.

There was a long moment of silence, and then the door cracked open. "Two minutes, Draco, and then I'm having Dobby send all your stuff to the Arctic."

Draco sighed and reached into his pocket; this was not how he'd planned to propose.

December 12
Harry/Twins, Christmassy Weasley Wizard Wheezes, 100 words for tildathebuilder

"I know what you need in your stocking this year," said George, sidling up next to Harry while Fred closed up shop.

"I just bet you do, but I'd rather have it in my arse," said Harry, stealing a kiss.

Harry got what he wanted that Christmas, cradled between the twins and filled by them both.

"I'll never understand why European wizards agreed to use the Muggle Euro," said Snape, poking the pile of bank notes that they'd received in exchange for their Galleons.

Harry chuckled, thanked the goblin and pocketed the notes. "I'll make it worth your while," he said, slipping his hand into Snape's as they left Gringotts.

Snape glowered, but the venom had gone out of it. "Very little could make the French worthwhile."

At first, Harry didn't understand the strange messages that Hedwig brought, damp bits of parchment covered in messy circles of black ink. He puzzled over them for days before he finally decided to ask his owl about the mysterious sender.

Hedwig led him out to the lake, where one long tentacle came waving up hopefully out of the depths.

The squid reached out and gently, tentatively touched Harry's cheek. Harry sat down on the pier and ran his hand along the rubbery flesh. "Yeah, I've been lonely this year, too."

Harry stared into the common room fire, a little ache in his chest as he thought about never seeing Sirius' face in it again. Which was replaced with physical pain when Crookshanks jumped up onto his lap, spun around with no thought to where he was putting his paws and settled down, glaring at Harry balefully and purring loudly.

"You miss him, too, huh?" said Harry quietly, stroking the surprisingly soft fur as warmth rumbled through his whole body, chasing away his grief. His insomnia followed, and he didn't wake again until morning. The comfort was worth the numb legs.

"Oh, t-thirteen, sir, please!" gasped Harry, cheeks pink and arse red from the paddling.

Sirius briefly fingered Harry's greedy, slick entrance before swatting him twice more, almost too fast for Harry to count. "What will you do next time you feel like touching yourself?" asked Sirius sternly, admiring the way Harry offered his arse up for more.

Harry spread his legs wider. "Ask you to take care of me, godfather," he replied obediently.

Sirius slid his cock easily into the heat of Harry's body. "Good boy," he said, giving the sore cheeks a squeeze. "Wands are for external use only."

They sat in silence in the kitchen, rumpled and sleepy, drinking tea as much for comfort as thirst. Harry swallowed, wishing he had biscuits to fidget with, shooting glances at Draco between twirls of his chipped mug.

It wasn't until he spotted the bit of down clinging to Draco's hair that Harry realized maybe things weren't such a disaster after all. He reached out and plucked away the single feather, and a smile found its way to his face. "Tomorrow," he said, leaning in closer, "I'll have eggs and toast for us."

"I'm tired," said Harry with a sigh, leaning his head against Charlie's shoulder. It was cold here, but it seemed an honest sort of cold, the winter sunlight crisp and thin just like the mountain air.

Charlie wrapped an arm around him, watching the dragons fly, black and glittery, against the red sunset. "Only one left," he said, turning to look at Harry.

Permission was easy to see in the green eyes, even after they closed, easy to feel in the way Harry melted against him as they kissed. Tomorrow, Harry would go back to searching, but tonight was theirs.

Bill looked down at the tousled head on his shoulder and asked the question that had been plaguing him, gave voice to the persistent doubt in his scarred heart. "You could've gone anywhere after you... well, after. Why Egypt?" He held back the real question that had haunted him since he'd lost Fleur so completely, and won Harry so unexpectedly.

"You were in Egypt," said Harry, sliding up Bill's body, skin warm and smooth as it rubbed along the length of him, mouth sweet and damp and perfect as they kissed. "And after, I finally had a chance with you."

Harry crawled obediently into his master's lap, Snape's touch warm against his bare skin. "You've been good today," said Snape, taking a kiss like a sip of wine, as his due. "How shall I reward you?"

Harry grinned, looking at the decorations he'd spent all day hanging. "May I ride you during dinner?" he asked; eating from Snape's lap was a favourite treat.

Harry blushed and nodded. "I want to be yours always, not just when we're alone."

Snape made a pleased sound and kissed him possessively. "You are a very good boy indeed."

Harry watched, entranced, as Severus and Draco charmed the fairies to stay put, flitting through the branches but never straying from the tree. He'd be allowed to help later, with the glass bulbs and charming false icicles onto the fragrant needles, but the fairies had to be coaxed and seemed to know instinctually that Harry lacked the necessary confidence. One flew over to land on his head, shining feet bouncing off the bridge of his nose as it giggled and took off again. Harry laughed.

"You shouldn't encourage them," said Severus, but it lacked conviction when followed by a kiss.

"I really, oh, don't think that's where that's meant to go," said Harry, eyes falling shut and back arching. He leaned against the mantle and spread his legs wider, closing his eyes against Santa's cheerful grin.

"It's got an Unbreakable charm on it," said Severus, easing the tapered bulb in and out of Harry's come-slicked arse, the sight nearly enough to revive him early.

Harry gasped and shuddered, then stammered, "W-we'll never get the house decorated at this r-rate."

Severus grinned, admiring the contrast between the pearly white ornament and Harry's pink, tender opening. "I'm finding this quite decorative."

Harry moaned, hips rocking forward and then back, into Draco and then onto Ron. He revelled in the feel of them, Draco's skin soft as silk, the crisp hair on Ron's chest and legs and scratchy against Harry's own tender flesh. Harry whimpered and slid his hands up Draco's chest to pluck at his nipples while Ron stroked Draco's cock, pleasure pulling them all along until one release sparked the next, and the next, and they were all spent.

Harry felt like a kid again, only a happy one, with stockings for them both hanging from the mantle, a tree full of fairies and ornaments, strung with popcorn and cranberries and love. There were piles of presents underneath, and soon enough Remus shuffled out of bed to sit by the fire.

Harry laughed and poured him a cup, then curled up in his lap to feed him sips and kisses. "Happy Christmas, Remus."

Christmas Eve Bonus
Harry/Snape, oral sex, public, failing composure, 100 words for vimeslady

"Harry's late. And on Christmas, too!" said Headmistress McGonagall irritably. "Well, there's nothing for it, we'd better start dinner."

"That, ah, seems wise," said Snape, his cheeks bright red and voice rough. He knew exactly why Harry was late, and although a part of him was annoyed to be losing his composure, a much more vocal part of him was very happy with the new use Harry had found for his invisibility cloak.

Harry grinned around Snape's cock and sucked harder. He had a very specific Christmas pudding he wanted this year, and he was determined to drink his fill.

"It's not so bad," said Remus, pressing in close behind Harry, surprised as always that Harry had never fulfilled the promise of James' stature and still fit so well in his embrace, even as a man.

"You just have to have the right partner," said Snape, positioning Harry's arms and Remus' with them, the two of them surrounding him with warmth and an affection that Harry still never quite seemed to be able to count on.

"Or teachers," said Harry with a blush, stealing a kiss from them each just before the music started, and they all began to dance.

"Have you ever thought about it?" asked Harry, sitting outside at Fortescue's despite the winter chill.

Seamus took a long sip of his Dragon Cocoa and said, "About what?" The words were wreathed with fire, and Harry stole a bit of the warmth in a kiss.

"Kids," he said, gesturing to the group levitating snowballs at each other down the Alley. "Do you miss that you can't, I mean, being with me?"

Seamus shrugged, stealing his own kiss of shining sweetness off of Harry's lips, left there by the Sun Cone he'd chosen for his treat. "I'd miss you more."

"Muggles used to imprison people for being gay?" said Harry, reading from his Christmas gift, A Queue of Queers. "Barmy."

Snape smirked. "The historical misfortunes of Oscar Wilde aside, you said you had a gift for me?"

Harry grinned. "Hold on, I've got to wrap it," he said, scampering away to their shared bedroom. He emerged quickly wearing red silk lingerie and matching lipstick, his eyes dark with kohl, smoky black thigh-highs making his legs look long and spreadable as he tottered on red high heels.

Snape considered lecturing them on the idiocy of brewing a potion in their dormitory, leaving fires unattended, and tipping over volatile ingredients in one's haste to remove one's clothing.

Fortunately for them, Snape was too busy watching the undulation of their naked bodies through the haze of smoke to do any of these things, though he did damp the fires, and clear away the miasma.

"See anything you like?" asked Draco, turning as well, their posture turning insolence into offering he had no intention of refusing.

December 29
Harry/Twins/Percy, shy, comforting, rainy day, 100 words for jycaegima

Harry sat cuddled between the twins on their wide couch, talking about nothing and watching the rain streak the windows, feeling almost like he had a family. "Days like this, it's barely worth it to open," said George.

Fred sighed when the shop bell chimed for the first time that day, and made as if to get up.

Tentative footsteps on the stairs gave him pause, and Percy's voice floated up ahead of him. "I thought I could make us some tea?" he asked.

Harry smiled for all three of them. "Sure, Percy. The sofa's always more comfortable with four."

Harry enjoyed getting up early of a Sunday to bake fresh scones. It put a smile on his lover's face, though that might also have been Harry's choice of attire -- nothing but an apron. Harry glanced over to where Snape sat, yawning over his tea and dangling the belt from his bathrobe just out of reach of their new kitten.

The robe fell open artfully, and Harry brought over the jar of Molly's fresh jam to sit next to the dish of fresh Devon cream, stealing a warm, lemony-tart kiss. "Sundays," said Harry, bending over the oven, "are my favourites."

The final smack resounded in the small room, and Snape jumped, rubbing his aching cock against Harry's thigh. "I'm sorry," whispered Snape, voice strangled though truly the pain was almost a pleasure compared to other punishments Snape had known.

"I still love you, you know," said Harry, his voice warm and almost amused, fingers teasing over Snape's hot arse and dipping into the crease. "You're still wet from before," he said, slipping two fingers inside and wrenching a moan from Snape. Harry was usually so gentle, but not today.

New Year's Eve Bonus
Harry/Bill, dragonleather, hair, quill, 100 words for faradheia

Harry unwrapped the strip of dragonhide holding Bill's hair, making it fall into his eyes and nudge the tip of his quill as he tried to write. "Come to bed," said Harry, all golden skin and inky shadows in the firelight.

Bill turned and kissed him, shedding his robes as they went. "I have to write that report sometime," he said teasingly, moaning when his wandering fingers found Harry already prepared and stretched.

Bill kissed him deeply and slid home, the worries of the world lost to the joys of the moment.

"Well, I guess it's better than the one on your arm, anyway," said Harry, turning his head sideways to stare at Draco's new tattoo. It rested in one Harry's favourite spots, just inside the curve of Draco's left hip, a little brown blob slowly forming into a proper image as the spells began to set.

"Wait until you've tasted it," said Draco wickedly, letting his trousers sag enough to give a glimpse of his half-hard prick in its nest of wispy blond curls. He smirked and added, "No more hunting around for chocolate frogs when I want you to swallow."

Draco knew it was a fool's risk that had nothing to do with good and evil, though he let Harry think otherwise. No, he came to feel smooth skin under his touch, drink in Harry's intoxicating scent, swallow the seed that no one else was privileged to taste, and plunder the delightfully tight arse of the Boy Who Lived. The joys he felt had nothing to do with duty or love, and the information he passed was only the coin he used to get Potter to whore himself.

Harry giggled, writhing in his bonds while the frogs covered his skin in tiny chocolate footprints. "Draco, I can't believe you!" he gasped out, torn between arousal and amusement as one of the wayward frogs tried to eat his nipple as though it were a particularly plump fly.

"You said you wanted to try something different," said Draco wickedly, swooping down to capture a sweet whose enchantment had nearly run out, then coming up to share the melting treat with Harry in a warm, sweet kiss. "Besides," he added, mouth moving back down Harry's body, "We'll both enjoy the cleanup."

"There's a hole in mine," said Draco, poking at the sticky-looking pastry dubiously. He really didn't think any good could come from food bought off some Muggle with a cart.

"There's supposed to be a hole in it, it's a donut, silly," said Harry, taking a big bite of his own and getting chocolate frosting on his nose, and a pink sprinkle stuck to one cheek. "Jus' twy it."

Draco snorted and leaned forward, licking the sweet stuff off Harry's face and then his lips just to be sure. "Delicious," he declared, leaning back with a smug grin.

"Mr. Malfoy," came the distressingly familiar voice, followed by a light bright enough to make Harry cringe. "I had thought you were smart enough to choose a suitable place for your-"

The voice cut off, and Harry let his head thunk against the surface of the desk he was currently spread out on, slightly less hidden beneath Draco than he might have hoped.

"Ah," Snape continued, malevolent features moving into Harry's line of sight. "Once again, you've allowed Potter to drag you down to his level. Ten points for the inappropriate location, and a further ten for your appalling taste."

"Are you sure this will work?" said Draco, pressing down gingerly, not wanting to bruise the tender flesh.

"You have to push harder than that, here, let me show you," said Harry, shaking his head. He traded places with Draco and gave a quick, sharp thrust of his hand, feeling the faint pop as he succeeded where Draco had failed.

Draco looked from Harry to the bowl of cherries still waiting to be readied for their Muggle-style cobbler and sighed. It was going to be a long afternoon.

"Why do I have to be the princess?" Draco whined again, brushing imaginary dust off the lacy hem of his fluffy pink dress. The white stockings barely reached the petticoats, tied with charmed pink ribbons that would keep them up no matter what vigorous activities Draco got up to. His hair had been adorned with sparkling barrettes, and frosty pink makeup gave a sheen to his lips, eyes and cheeks.

Harry stepped out in his own costume, a dress built of nothing but thousands of sparkling gold beads worn over a red silk corset, stockings, and nothing in between. "Because," he said, straightening his tiara with red-gloved hands, "I'm the queen."

"Are you absolutely sure this is a proper Muggle Valentine's Day tradition?" asked Draco, looking up from the construction paper covering the top of the dining room table. He had glitter all down his front, glue in his hair, and a look of utter exasperation on his normally unruffled features.

Dobby nodded, handing him the intricately cut paper heart. "Dobby is being very sure, Master Malfoy," he said, wisely removing the glue with a little tingle of cleaning magic; the glitter was very fetching, so he left it.

Draco's eyes always looked blue in the dark to Harry, even with the light of a hundred falling stars adding their fire to the moon's silvery glow. The meteor shower had been Harry's idea, something for them to do that was just them with no taint of class, blood or House, though it was a wizarding tradition to try and catch one of the precious fallen stars.

"I don't think they're falling this way anymore," said Draco quietly, bringing his broom in next to Harry's.

Harry leaned closer and whispered, "I've found something better, anyway," just before their lips met.

Harry/Draco, post-HBP, dealing with insecurities of any sort, 100 words for actress_krissie

"You're sure it doesn't show?" asked Draco again, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I'm sure, Draco," said Harry, arms cradling him from behind, hand running down the front of Draco's robes, coming to rest just above the subtle bump of Draco's prick. "Your insanity isn't visible to the naked eye."

Draco glared at him, but Harry was immune by now, too wrapped up in the confused sort of happiness that one got after one's boyfriend-cum-fiancee took a certain potion without consulting one and got himself knocked up.

Harry/Draco, on the battlefield just after the death of Voldemort, with creature!Draco,
100 words for lirren

Harry couldn't quite believe it was over. All the terror and pain these people had caused, and now they were nothing but corpses, or prisoners. A hand came to rest on Harry's shoulder, sending heat into places that had no business getting warm in this situation, and Harry smiled despite himself.

"It's really over," said Draco, and Harry could see the golden sheen to his skin, the smears of blood around a mouth that had, earlier, been a huge, wicked beak.

Harry/Draco, fun things to find in the back of a library, 200 words for chattycheese

The Dewey Decimal System had nothing on the Ungerforth Organizational Index for sheer weirdness, and Harry felt as though he might be wandering in the back of the library forever, trying to find a book on Embarrassing Failures in Sex-Enhancement Potions for an essay.

What he'd never expected to find was Draco Malfoy, one hand down his trousers and the other holding up a folio of explicit wizarding illustrations -- entirely wizarding, as there were no witches involved, just two blokes doing something that rather captured Harry's imagination much the same way it seemed to be doing Malfoy's.

"Need a hand?" said Harry, leaning against the bookshelf with false nonchalance.

Draco squeaked and nearly dropped the book, but Harry caught the rather precious volume with one hand, the other finding its way into Draco's hair. "What do you want, Potter?" said Malfoy defensively.

"You," said Harry, leaning in and finding that Malfoy's kisses were much sweeter than Ginny's, and also that he was surprisingly less guilty about that than he would have thought.

"I..." said Malfoy, and then he swallowed, eyes searching Harry's face. "I can live with that."

"You've got a leaf, just, here, hold still!" said Harry, trying to pluck the offending vegetation out of Malfoy's tousled hair.

"Stop, you'll spoil it, cut that out!" Malfoy replied, ducking and trying to block Harry's hand.

"It's already a mess! You cut it out. Got it!" said Harry, finally managing to get a hand through, fingers brushing over the fine strands, soft as spider silk. He let the leaf float away as his fingers delved a little deeper, brushing along Malfoy's scalp in something suspiciously like a caress.

"Bugger," said Malfoy, then leaned in and kissed Harry, a purr escaping his throat as Harry kept massaging his apparently sensitive scalp.

Valentine's Day always brought a very special sort of terror to Harry's life, trapped as he was at the Ministry and elected Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor, again. Every single witch, wizard, and the occasional Magical Creature managed to find some excuse to visit the Office of Widows and Orphans. Donations were at an all-time high, and Harry often thought that if he could fill his office with cute children in need of homes, he could adopt them out like kittens.

The day was nearly over, with his desk full to overflowing with cards, flowers, sweets which always went uneaten, and trinkets of varying value and taste. He'd spend the next week writing Ministry-provided Thank You notes and carefully disposing of the parcels -- last year Arthur had nicked a box of sweets and nearly been kicked out for developing a sudden crush on Rose Ewan over in Accounting.

He had nearly got things straightened out for tomorrow when he looked up and saw a familiar lean figure in the doorway, slouching against the frame.

"So," said Malfoy, clinking a velvet purse in his hand, "what's the minimum donation for a kiss?"

Harry laughed, then snatched the pouch and dropped it into the donation box, noting the change in the displayed total before tugging Draco inside and the door shut behind him. "You're in luck, there's a special on." he said, pressing Draco back against the wood with his whole body, hands on either side of Draco's head, trapping him. "One kiss per Galleon, and if you buy me dinner, you might get lucky."

"What happens if I cook it?" said Draco, lowering his mouth to Harry's in a sweet, familiar kiss.

"Lucky I've got reservations, then," said Draco, claiming another of his hundred kisses.

actress_krissie requested post-war, and something to do with carnation flowers.
Bonus points for use of quote from American Gods.

Harry's world was shrouded in monochrome, too many white lilies tossed into too many dark holes and buried uselessly along with people he used to call friends. He thought he might never wear anything but black robes again, though he had distant memories of bright reds and deep greens, rich gold and warm bronze.

Coming home from yet another miserable service, he nearly splinched himself when he materialized in a flat filled with carnations in every hue imaginable, a riot of colour sprouting over every surface, in vases of rich cobalt blue and sparkling opalescent glass edged in gold, not a single bit of white or black in sight, not even baby's breath to break up the sea of rainbow hues.

Harry summoned the card, green ink on creamy parchment that came fluttering out of one of the vases like a drab moth among butterflies, and he read the sentiment. "We'll always have Peru. -SS"

Harry shook his head, a smile on his face despite himself. They hadn't actually had Peru, yet, just a foolish comment made during yet another cold, colourless funeral, but Harry knew a promise when he saw it.

tanyad requested time turner, school-aged Severus/Professor Harry AU, toys, bdsm, first time

Professor Potter sat at his desk with the contents of Snape's illicit package strewn across his desk, and a look of shocked lust stamped onto his features. No wonder the boy had wanted a night delivery, with toys like self-thrusting dildos and quick-release cuffs -- everything a boy needed to fulfil his naughtiest fantasies, all by himself.

That thought was enough to sober Harry; not a single item in the kit required a partner, and Harry knew from watching Snape with the other students that he wasn't likely to have one any time soon.

An unmistakeable nose poked its way into Harry's office, followed by unkempt hair and worn robes draped over Snape's lanky form. "You sent for me, Pro-" Snape's eyes went wide and he cut off mid-sentence at the sight of his possessions spread out over Harry's desk.

"I think you'd better close the door," said Harry, picking up the cuffs and reading the release word on the tag before snapping it off. He stalked over to Snape, seeing not the outward appearance for once, but the lonely boy inside who so desperately wanted just exactly what Harry had to offer. "This is going to take awhile."

Snape landed heavily atop Harry as the curse whizzed through the air above them, and took the opportunity to Apparate them away. As soon as he could draw breath he said, "Of all the stupid, idiotic, imbecilic, foolhardy..."

"You're welcome," said Harry, pulling Snape's head down and silencing the stream of invective with a kiss that contained everything he'd learned about the man in the past seven years, thinking even if Snape still hated him after, it would be worth it just for the look on Snape's face.

Apparently, Harry thought, Snape had learned nothing from his experience being overturned as a Fifth Year, although Harry allowed that Snape did wear trousers most days that would keep his pants hidden.

It was just that Harry hadn't expected to go looking for a hankie and find himself faced with an entire wardrobe of knickers, stockings, garters, and even corsets in silk, satin and lace.

He really hadn't expected the accompanying mental images to get him quite so hard, so fast.

He snagged a pair of pink chiffon panties, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and called out, "Oh, Professor!"

painless_j & bethbethbeth requested masturbation in public and obsessing over something

Snape's hand moved ever so slightly under the blankets, going largely unnoticed in the general shifting and shuffling of the crowd. Only one pair of eyes discerned the gentle rhythm, and Harry was in no position to do anything about it, even had he wanted to. He divided his attention between the unlikely sight of Snape's face intent on something other than taking House points, and the skies, hoping to catch a glimpse of gold and get everyone in out of the cold.

Harry felt a jolt of heat when he saw Snape's mouth form the words, "Catch the Snitch."

The folded parchment had his name and a simple drawing of a heart on the front, done in ridiculous colour-changing ink that pulsed from red to gold and back again in a faintly nauseating manner.

"Severus," it read, "You're already mine so instead I shall ask you to bugger me senseless, Valentine or not. Love, Harry."

Harry might not be a poet, Snape thought as he tucked the card in his pocket with a smirk, but he could always be counted upon for finding the proper sentiment.

"You're ticklish!" said Harry delightedly, watching carefully as he ran his hand back up Snape's naked side. There it was again, that twitch and squirm as fingers danced over sensitive ribs.

Harry quickly found both wrists in Snape's iron grip. "If you start tickling," said Snape dangerously, his ability to intimidate intact despite his nudity, "I start spanking."

Harry bit his lip, and Snape's grip loosened just enough for Harry to slip a hand free and snake it up into Snape's armpit. Snape yelped and grabbed, pinning Harry to the bed once again.

Harry shivered as the toy inside him shifted and grew larger, a maddening dance that had him breathless and distracted as the banquet dragged on and on, and grateful that he'd declined to give any sort of speech upon receipt of his Order of Merlin. He couldn't believe that he'd allowed his lover to do this to him, and he almost gasped aloud when the toy began to vibrate subtly, quiet but relentless as it pressed itself against his sensitive prostate.

He nearly jumped out of his seat when Ron leaned in and whispered, "Why is Snape waving his wand?"

Snape stared suspiciously at the basket on his doorstep, the scent of fresh bread rising up from beneath the cloth cover to make his mouth water. A bouquet of red tulips accompanied it, a card tucked in the stems. He looked around, but the street was bright with sunshine and innocuously empty.

Throwing caution to the wind, Snape carried the basket inside; these days he couldn't afford to balk at benefiting from the mistakes of others.

It was with some confusion that he found his own name on the card, which contained an invitation to tea with one Harry Potter.

Harry shuddered and moaned, his knees threatening to buckle as Snape worked the blunted object in and out of his body relentlessly. Though the cold glide of it was maddeningly perfect, Harry knew he'd never live it down if he conceded so quickly to Snape's method of persuasion.

"I'm fairly sure," he gasped, trying to gather his wits and get some blood flowing to his brain instead of his aching prick, "that's not the proper use for Everlasting Icicles."

Besides, if all the Christmas decorations were this useful, he'd leave them up all year instead of just until Valentine's Day.

Snape screeched to a halt and pulled Harry under the faded awning, shielding the boy with his body. Footsteps ran past their hiding place, where low-hanging clouds made a concealing pool of shadow.

"Idiot boy, why did you come tonight?" Snape hissed once they were gone, even that whisper seeming too loud in the sudden quiet.

Harry looked up, eyes wide and green and far too trusting for Snape's comfort. "You needed me," he replied softly, twining his arms around Snape's neck.

It was to Snape's chagrin that the kiss which followed left him far more breathless than the pursuit.

lady_yare requested harry torments snape
by wearing naughty, girly, lacy, white lingerie under his robes

Snape shifted in his seat, swallowing as Harry did the same, though his seat was far more precarious. Though not visible now, Snape's mind provided him with a vivid image of the cause, the uncomfortable-looking white lace knickers, garters, stockings and even brassiere that Harry had made sure to model for Snape before donning his gear for his first professional match.

He'd said it was for luck, but Snape had a suspicion it had nothing to do with the game and everything to do with wanting to be bent over and fucked hard after, no matter who caught the Snitch.

Harry couldn't say he'd been dreaming of this moment for longer than the few minutes since Snape had first kissed him, but now that it had come he couldn't imagine wanting anything more. Snape's hands were dextrous and skilled on his flesh, and Harry felt clumsy in his own fumbling, though they both worked toward the same goal. The air in the alcove was close and musky, and Harry felt his knees giving way, grip tightening on Snape's shoulder, Snape's prick, as he spilled his own warm seed over Snape's fingers with a whimper that Snape captured in a kiss.

"Shouldn't you be watching the Snitch, Harry?" purred Snape, his fingers teasing along the boy's warm, sweaty crease. The uniform was so much nicer this way, shirt rucked up to expose the boy's nipples, trousers shoved down around his knees, absurd wrist guards discarded altogether. He slipped a single fingertip into the greedy opening, pinching a nipple quite firmly with the other and determinedly ignored the cock practically begging for his attention. Both his and Harry's, for the moment.

"Who needs a Snitch," Harry panted, rolling over to pull Snape down into a heated, drugging kiss, "when I've got you?"

Harry/Draco/Snape with whipped cream, chocolate & cherries, 100 words for sailorstyx

Of all the indignities he'd suffered since allowing himself to be coaxed into this... relationship, Snape felt this was the worst.

"More whipped cream on the left nipple," said Draco, ignoring Snape's scowl as he always did.

Harry obliged, and Draco plopped a bright red cherry in the centre of the white mound. This time it stayed put. "Let's do his bollocks with chocolate," said Harry, setting the whipped cream aside and getting the little pitcher of hot fudge.

"Brilliant idea," said Draco, stopping for a kiss from each of his lovers. "Snape sundae's the best idea you've had yet."