louiselux | Suckathon fic!

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mctabby's terrifying Summary Suckathon. I've posted it here now as the other one had some mysterious typos! Er.

Title: The Passion Poultice
Summary: '"Come away with me," Snape whispered huskily, muzzling the Boy-Who-Lived's cheek'. Snape is in an unusual predicament. So is Harry. Oh god.
Summary written by

ntamara
Rating: PG13 for gratuitous mention of Snape's trousers, and bad jokes.

"Come away with me," Snape whispered huskily, muzzling the Boy-Who-Lived's cheek, his hands slipping round Harry's waist.

The Boy-Who-Lived didn't know what to say. He was dishevelled and rather flushed from fighting off Snape. He seemed to want an answer and was gazing intently at Harry.

'Er,' he managed. His throat was very dry. 'Listen. I don't know if that's really a good idea. You'll really hate me in the morning. Even more than usual,' he muttered.

The rescue squad had freed Snape from Lucius Malfoy's basement and had got him back safely to Hogwarts, but now he wouldn't let go of Harry. Harry was beginning to feel like he was in the same room as an octopus.

'What did you say they'd given him?' he asked the others, rather breathlessly.

He extricated himself from Snape's arms, only to be pulled back in and held tight. Very tight. Several pairs of eyes dragged themselves away from Snape and over to the Headmaster.

'We rescued Professor Snape before Malfoy could do anymore than give him a single application of the Passion Poultice. Unfortunately, it has a rather powerful, long lasting effect.'

Hermione perked up at the chance to absorb fresh information. 'Where do you apply that sort of poultice, then?'

Lupin coughed discreetly. Everyone suddenly seemed to find it hard to look anywhere but at Snape's trousers. Harry kept his eyes trained firmly upwards. He didn't need to look, he could feel everything perfectly well.

'Oh. Never mind,' she finished quietly, blushing.

Snape ignored them all. 'I want you,' he whispered in Harry's ear, as though no one else was there, 'you're beautiful.'

Harry thought his face might burn off with the amount of blushing he was doing. It wasn't helped by the pressure of Snape's thigh between his. It was having an effect on him that had nothing to do with poultices and everything to do with Snape. Thank God he was wearing his baggiest pair of Dudley's cast-off's. Still, he positioned Snape more firmly in front of him, dreading that the others might notice.

Snape obligingly twined his arms more tightly around Harry and leant even closer, his lips brushing Harry's ear.

'Come back to my room. I know you want me too.'

'Oh my God,' Ron muttered. 'I think I'm going to puke.'

Hermione was staring at them, seemingly utterly fascinated. Harry wondered wildly if she was going to start taking notes.

'Headmaster, perhaps we should take him to Madam Pomfrey,' Lupin said. Harry noticed that he didn't take his eyes of Snape. 'This can't be good for Severus. Or Harry. Passion Poultices can put a lot of strain on the heart. So I'm told,' he added, turning slightly pink.

'Wait!' Harry said. 'Let's not be too hasty. Perhaps we should, um, let him have a lie down in his own room.'

He jumped slightly as Snape's roving hand found a bit of bare skin above his tee shirt. It'd be good to move. Harry's neck was starting to hurt from looking up so much.

Lupin frowned. They all frowned, apart from Snape, who pouted.

'It might better, Headmaster,' Lupin said. 'It might be best for him to be alone.' He gave Dumbledore a significant look.

'So he can have a wank, you mean?' Ron said. 'Get it out of his system. You know, I never thought he was queer, did you?'

'Ron!' Hermione hissed. 'How can you be so thick? He's obviously gay.'

Dumbledore made a placating gesture Hermione. 'Young Mr Weasley does have a point. His room might be better. We don’t want Poppy complaining about the sheets again,' he added, darkly. 'I just don't know how we'll get him there.'

'My invisibility cloak,' Harry said, trying to ignore the kisses that Snape was planting on his neck, just behind his left ear. 'We could both fit underneath it. I'll take him! To his room, I mean.'

During the uncomfortable silence that followed, Harry wondered if his cheeks could get any hotter. The kisses weren't helping, to be honest.

'You must be joking,' Dumbledore said eventually. 'What, do you think I want the sack again?'