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Title: In the Prefects' Bath
Author: [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000
Rating: R
Warning: Although there is no sexual activity on Harry's part, he IS under-age in this ficlet. And he is the object of Snape's affections.
Notes: Written as an out-take for [livejournal.com profile] lilyeyes's Sentinel in the Shadows, with her permission. It'll make more sense if you've read that story, which is friends-locked and filtered over at her LJ, but I think the smut stands alone if you know that Harry is under-aged, and Snape is a man of uncommon moral fiber.

My response to: For a bloody ghost, a teenaged female at that, Myrtle seemed to have a craving for watching men together, or, as he had found out to his horror, someone pleasuring himself.




Severus slid down in the tub so his back rested against the tile wall and heaved a deep sigh of relief. Slowly, deliberately, he relaxed, letting the day’s tension drift away on the warm water.

Last night had been planned as an evening of relaxation, a dancing lesson for Harry so that he didn’t make a public spectacle of himself at the Yule Ball. It had begun that way, but the restraint required to hold back the fourteen-year-old when he was intent on learning more than waltzing or light kissing had been quite taxing. He knew that Harry would welcome any move on his part to deepen their relationship, but Severus could not allow himself to do so. He felt conflicted enough already, given Harry’s age and status; the idea of further sexual contact, for all his body screamed for it, weighed heavily on his conscience.

So instead of the embrace of lithe limbs and taut muscles, or even a warm bed and fantasy-filled self-pleasure, Severus had only allowed himself a cold shower after sending Harry back to Gryffindor Tower. When he climbed into bed, he had forced himself to recount potions ingredients until he fell asleep. He had woken late, too late to deal with the arousal that lingered from his barely remembered dreams, dressed and hurried to his office.

The day had been utterly wretched. First the Malfoy brat had come to office for ‘personal guidance’. Snape supposed that he was the boy’s Head of House, but he had absolutely no desire to deal with a sexual identity crisis brought on by a trip down Crabbe’s pants while in ferret form. Malfoy’s obsequious innuendos about Severus’s past and his own sexual preferences had further irritated him. Harry had provoked his temper even more during his brewing, and the day had been punctuated by the explosion of a second-year Hufflepuff’s cauldron, which had spewed a gelatinous mass of stewed billywigs and ragweed milk onto the Potions master’s desk and person.

Severus had skipped dinner, opting instead to immerse himself in the hottest, largest bath he could find. Happily, all the students were in the Great Hall, so he had the Prefects’ Bath all to himself, locked and warded for privacy.

After he had scrubbed away all the remains of the failed potion, Severus emptied the tub and refilled it with warm water. Picking randomly from the many spigots, he was soon in a soothing mix of water and bath oils that smelt of pine needles and fresh air.

His eyes closed, the scene with Harry replayed itself in his mind. The brat had deliberately brewed his Hair-Raising Potion wrong, generating a disgustingly foul smoke that had made everyone’s eyes water. And when he’d reprimanded the little sod, he’d taunted him!

“Hairy arse!” The words were whispered as he turned away.

Snape whipped back around.

“What was that, Mr Potter?”

“I said of course. You did order me to scrub my cauldron and start over, didn’t you? Sir?” Harry’s response had been given in a singsong mockery of obedience. When he glanced up to meet his professor’s eyes, Harry was not Occluding at all, and Severus could see the images the Gryffindor had in mind: a vision of Harry, spread across his lap, his arse in the air, pinkening with each descent of Severus’s hand.

With a ferocious scowl, the Potions master turned on his heel and strode toward his desk.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek!”


Severus moaned at the memory, sinking a little deeper in the water. His willpower had stretched to its breaking point with the frustrations of the day. Surely just thinking about Harry wasn’t too reprehensible? Damning himself for his weakness, he slid his hand down to his cock, which had stood up and announced its desire for attention, and immersed himself in the remembered fantasy Harry had shared.

He pictured again Harry sprawled facedown on his lap, his arse in the air, trousers and pants around his knees. His face was buried in his arms, propped on the sofa.

“Count them, Mr Potter. One for each point.”

His hand fell, smacking sharply against the pale flesh and leaving a distinct imprint. Harry’s only sound was a moan, and his hips flexed against Severus’s thigh.

“I didn’t hear the count, Mr Potter.”

His palm fell again. This time when it connected, the arch of Harry’s body in his lap was accompanied by a breathy, “One….”

And so it continued. Two, three, four times. Severus alternated cheeks, enjoying the rosy color that appeared on both, stifling the moans of arousal that were elicited by the slide of Harry’s swelling erection against his own. The impertinent brat knew it, though, if the continued motion was any indication.

Five, six, seven. His right hand was lingering on the round, shining buttocks now, almost caressing them. His left hand had slid down to the sofa, and Harry lifted it, then turned his head so that he could suck the fingers into his mouth.

Eight, nine, ten. When his hand fell for the last spank, Severus left it there, resting gently at the spot where Harry’s back met his arse. The skin was hot to the touch, and Harry moaned at the light pressure and swiped his tongue across the pads of the fingers still in his mouth. Silently summoning a small pot from the bedroom, he dipped his fingers in, then dropped a dollop of cream onto the small of the smooth back.

Another groan at the contrasting coolness accompanied the flex of Harry’s hips forward. When all the lotion had been rubbed in and the reflexive motion of the boy’s hips had become continuous, he scooped out more cream and then set the jar against the corner seam of the sofa.

Even in his fantasies, Severus would not allow himself to dwell on intercourse with Harry, no matter how much he wanted it. Instead, he directed fantasy!Harry and himself to an alternative.

He urged Harry up, off his lap to shuck the trousers that hand been hanging below his knees. For an instant while Harry stood in front of him, his erect cock straight and proud, pre-come glistening on its head, Severus considered tasting it, but that would be crossing a line he wasn’t prepared to cross yet. Instead, he drew Harry forward to straddle his lap, cradling him so that their groins pressed together with only his work trousers between them.

He didn’t plan to unzip his trousers, but Harry did it without asking permission. His slim, callused hands were hasty, rough in their need. As soon Severus was free of the material, Harry twitched his hips forward so their skin could touch from sternum to groin. The small rocking motions he made rubbed bare skin against wiry pubic hair, slid their erections together, and Severus could feel them bump and catch against the ridges and wrinkles in each other’s skin. The feel of their cocks aligned, the veins on underside pulsing against each other, was incredible. Harry and Severus twined their fingers together for a moment, then each let a hand fall to wank themselves together. With his free hand, Harry pulled Severus down into a kiss, mimicking with his lips and tongue the act that he knew he would not be able to convince him to do in real life. Severus’s right hand returned to the small of Harry’s back. It slid down the crease, rubbing more cream in channel before he allowed fingers drop lower and circle Harry’s anus.

Harry drew back with a gasp. His green eyes were clouded with desire, and he was forcing himself to keep them open against the onslaught of pleasure. Sharp, even teeth dug into his swollen lower lip, and he let his head fall back with a moan. That probing finger circled again, and Harry forced his hips forward and back so that it just barely breached the tight muscle. He bucked forward on Severus’s lap, pushing his cock into their hands, splashing his come over their bellies. His fist involuntarily squeezed Severus tighter; the slick grip combined with the sight, smell, and feel of Harry’s orgasm to stimulate his own.

Severus, unbearably aroused by his fantasy, opened his eyes to see his semen empty into the bath water in cloudy spurts. His hand remained loosely clasped at his groin. Closing his eyes again, trying to fall back into his daydream, he let his head rest against the cool tiles.

“Oh, professor!”

The amorous declaration was made in a feminine giggle, most definitely NOT Harry’s tenor. It jerked Severus out of his sated, dreamlike state, and he pushed himself up to see Moaning Myrtle hovering in the air at the other end of the tub.

Severus felt his cheeks burning. He shuddered away from her leer, dropping both hands back to his lap to cover himself.

“Madam. Do you mind?”

He was overcome with horror. Had he said Harry’s name while he was incoherent with pleasure?

“Why, Professor, who were you thinking of to give such… pleasure?” Myrtle purred coquettishly.

She cosied herself up to him (or as close as a ghost might do to a man who was trying to maintain his distance and dignity). Severus was afraid that she was going to make an utterly lewd request: a repeat performance, or perhaps to be a participant. He shuddered again in distaste.

Standing, he draped his robes around his dripping body before Myrtle could comment about his physique.

“I beg your pardon, madam. The bath is yours.”

With that, he hurried back to his quarters, where he rinsed off the remains of the bath soap and oil, but was unable to wash away the feelings of guilt and violation, that Myrtle might have been watching, might have heard any words or names spoken.

When he finally felt clean, Severus slipped into a nightshirt and curled up in his bed. That night he dreamed of a time that he would be able to hold and caress Harry without worrying who might see or hear, and when he would be able to indulge his love without violating his conscience.



Go to the other Prefects' bath outtake from Shadow.

Date: 2006-07-25 03:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ansku
Very nice :)

Date: 2006-07-26 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
Thanks! I couldn't get the image of him learning first-hand about Myrtle's propensities out of my head, so I had to ask Lilyeyes if she would mind a little smut side-track. :)

Date: 2006-07-25 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arcencielfw.livejournal.com
Oh, I like Severus when leaves the usually decorum out of his mind! Very sexy..and Myrtle uff that girl ghost has interrupted such exciting moment, uff! lol

Date: 2006-07-26 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
I think Myrtle gets to have all the fun - Cedric, Snape and Harry in the bath, oh my!

Date: 2006-07-26 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joey-chan.livejournal.com
XD It makes me think what they cut out of the movie right before Myrtle snuggled up agaisnt Harry..

Date: 2006-07-26 01:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
I wrote this with that very scene in mind! [livejournal.com profile] lilyeyes sent me the part with Harry & Snape working out the clue the same night I watched the GoF DVD again, and I had to put Myrtle. She deserves some excitement too!

Date: 2006-07-26 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alisanne.livejournal.com
Mmmm, delicious story! :)

Date: 2006-07-27 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
Thanks! It skirts the edge of chan, but I really wanted to have Severus (and Myrtle :P) be the point, not Harry.

Date: 2006-07-27 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lilyeyes.livejournal.com
I thought it was brilliant!!! :-D

Date: 2006-07-27 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
:D Next smutlet is on my to-do list. But I got confirmation for my Fred/George claim over at [livejournal.com profile] 100quills, and I have one last [livejournal.com profile] slashfest claim to write. X-Men slash, to try something new. I have two weeks for that, and I have an idea in mind, but I need to at least watch the 2nd movie again before I write it.

Date: 2006-07-27 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lilyeyes.livejournal.com
You are busy! hmmm, X-Men?? that is different! Some nice reviews on part VII! :-D

Date: 2006-07-27 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
Mm-hm, Wolverine/Cyclops. Movie-verse, not comic universe. So I get to watch men in tight leather outfits as inspiration. :D

I have the first two drabbles written for [livejournal.com profile] 100quills. I am not sure if I'll write all 50 prompts as drabbles, or if some will develop into longer ficlets, but three of the prompts struck me as something I could string together, and it's an exercise to get everything expressed in precisely 100 words.

Hadn't checked. Heading over now...

Date: 2006-08-08 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] calanor.livejournal.com
I had to giggle when Sev acted afronted by Myrtle's attempt to cosy up to him in the bath.. I just have this visual..

on to the next one...


Date: 2006-08-10 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimplechord.livejournal.com
*laughs at icon*

Myrtle is such a pervy ghost, I just had to make use of her. I SO wanted to write something about watching until "all the bubbles were gone", but I couldn't make it fit.

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