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Snape was in a shitty mood. He was snapping at anyone with reaching distance. And that for some odd reason included Harrie. She was confused. At first she’d thought his insults were jokes. That he was prickling at her but in an affectionate way but they’d amped beyond what just annoyed to outright hurting her.
“If you’re going to be present you should show some usefulness, Potter. Even someone like you with no plausible grasp of intelligence can stop students from passing notes.”
Harrie arched a brow at that. It wasn’t her job. She wasn’t employed. She was a ghost. One that he’d willingly let haunt him from the start of May until now mid-June. The OWLS and NEWTS we’re a stressor for the older students and the staff surely but this reaction was something else. They’d had that moment the Friday before after classes and he’d been conspicuously absent all weekend. She thought maybe he’d gone to visit Malfoy Manor and Azkaban and maybe that’s what had gotten his dander up.
“It is not a requirement of me to be of use. If you can’t stop your students from cheating then that is on you.” That was probably a step too far. It bordered on calling him out for his behavior in class. The rising red in his cheeks told her she’d overstepped. But he was being a git! He’d insulted her intelligence a total of 12 times today and she was done.
“If you will not be of use then you may go haunt another unfortunate soul.”
Harrie huffed. A little hurt by that. But maybe he needed space and time from her. Nodding with what little grace she had left she stood, turnt, and walked straight through the wall into his private potion’s lab. If he was going to be rude she would be too. She’d snoop and sit on his desks and await his mood to change. Harrie didn’t feel like haunting anyone else for the day anyways. She thought about going up onto the tower roof again. She could get to it from her room now. A different tower altogether from that one back in the winter. But when she did miss seeing the sky she could climb an empty bookshelf in her room and lever up through the wooden timbers of her roof. It was silly, but no one saw, and she sometimes just wanted to hide out entirely. But not now. She was going to peek in every cabinet Snape had and sprawl over his favorite counter top. If she could interact with objects she’d rearrange his lab just to spite him. Sadly, she still couldn’t.
She’d peeked into five cabinets when she found something interesting. The cupboard he’d put the ‘ghost’ potion from so long ago no longer held bottles with glowing blue liquid. Instead there were 5 new sets of glowing potions in a rainbow of colors: red, orange, yellow, green, purple. She hummed and pulled her head back. It could mean anything, really. The absence of those blue potions. That could just be that they expired. Not necessarily that he’d used each one at great risk to himself. Had possibly gone looking for her. No, that was too large a leap of logic. He’d had Scarlet. And then she’d existed visible and heard again and he didn’t need them anymore. But he’d mentioned adjusting for ‘touch’. Maybe the other glowing ones were for that. If he’d found a way to touch her. To be with her. Well, that was- beyond.
Her heart throbbed at that thought. He might have created something unique and new just so he could hold her.
But, no. She didn’t know for certain and assuming would only end in pain. She’d assumed he’d remembered her all those many months past. That his masturbating to her, almost kissing, hovering over her, reaching for her had meant something. Then he’d arranged with Scarlet and Harrie had had to reevaluate. He’d just been horny. He’d grieved her and that had twisted into something else. They’d been caught up in each other near constantly prior to her death. It stood to reason that she affected him. Even if that was primarily negatively. The haunting had changed things for her but nothing said it had to make a change in him. Their little experiment on Friday had her hoping again that maybe he was interested. Harrie was not well versed in things sexual. His words to her could’ve just been dirty talk. A way to bring them both off faster. Not exactly the truth. If he fell back into someone else’s vagina she wasn’t sure she could stand that.
Snape didn’t deserve to be stuck with a ghost, though. She was already forcing a haunting on him. Forcing herself and her feelings on him after she’d died would be an all new low.
She was wading through her thoughts and feelings while sprawled on one of his desks when the door opened. She jolted upright, remembering that she was visible to anyone now and she couldn’t just go lounging about like she once did. It was Snape, though, so she relaxed and watched silent as he closed and warded the door behind him. He ignored her but for a raised brow and went to the cupboard with the glowing potions. He took out an orange one, shook it gently, and downed the dosage. Same as with the glowing blue potion before a shudder worked through his body. An orange glow sheened his eyes and emanated from him, lifting his hair gently for but a second. Once the glow dissipated he set down the empty potion container and walked to her. He stood at the edge of the table, crooked a finger at her to come closer. Harrie crawled to the edge, swinging her legs down she waited.
His fingers caught her chin. Shock surged through her when he leant forward with a smirk and kissed her. At first just pressing their lips together. But when she was still stunned he licked over her top lip and murmured for her to be a good girl and open up. And she did.
With an excited gasp she threw her arms around his neck and opened her lips wide for him. Their tongues met, a slick slide before pulling back. Licking over his lip, sucking the bottom one between her teeth. They slanted and pushed and clashed. Her teeth knocked into his and she huffed a laugh, smiling into his mouth. Happy humming noises and moans escaping her. Her fingers flitted through the soft, silky strands of his hair. They kissed. They snogged. They made out like horny teens finding things out for their very first time. Her hands shook from excitement. Her thighs shifted, rubbing together to press back the burning between her legs. His hands were buried in her hair. Feathering over her neck. Holding her tight, pressing her face up with his thumbs. Like last time but all the better because it was her. Only her. No Scarlet. No Wednesday tryst. Just Harrie and Snape.
“Snape,” She moaned into his mouth. Her hands explored him, tugging and pulling at his buttons. His robes. She wanted him naked. Needed him. Right now. When she struggled with the buttons she gave up and went for her clothes instead. They could come back to him in a second. She needed his hands on her skin right this second. Harrie didn’t worry about her ghostly clothes vanishing as she stripped them off. She was distracted by the awe and delight in his eyes and he pulled back to watch her pull her button down and tee off. The sports bra tossed behind her. She hopped off the desk. Making him stumble back as she toed off her runners. She ripped at the clasps to her jeans and pushed them down along with her knickers. Not caring one whit that it wasn’t seductive. That he’d seen better bodies. That she was finally naked for the first time after death and it was just her. Starkers in a pair of socks reaching for her potion’s professor to kiss him. To convince him to take her virginity in his private potions lab.
He could touch her! He kissed her!
Snape groaned, hands coming up to rest on her hips. He responded to her kiss but was slowing. She didn’t want to go slow. She wanted him. Now. But he was shushing her needy noises and his fingers held her still and away from him. Harrie pulled back, frowning, looking up at him in confusion. Surely, he wanted her too. He’d made potions for her. He was touching her, kissing her. She was naked for him. Practically begging. Why wasn’t he as enthusiastic as her?
“Snape, please. Please. Take me. Have me. I want you. I’ll try hard. I promise. I’m not - I don’t know much - but I can learn.”
Okay, she was begging outright.
“Harrie. Put on your clothes.” His words were flat. His face blank.
She pulled back, searching his face. Searching him for the passion from just a moment before. From Friday. From all those nights ago way back when. It’d been real. Right? She wasn’t imagining this. They had something. A fire. A flame they could kindle into an inferno. Lust or more or whatever you wanted to call it. She was sure. They had something.
“Get dressed.” He hissed. Shaking her. He released her then, turning away from her. He walked to the door, glanced back to find her clutching her clothes to her chest, confused. Hurt. He left.
Harrie dressed, trembling fingers, cold skin blistering with embarrassment. He didn’t return and she couldn’t bear to see him. Harrie hid again. A coward once more she waited in her room. Knowing he’d at least think to check there if he ever searched for her. But he didn’t. She cried. Silent tears. No sobs. Just silence and sadness. She lost time. Sitting atop the tower. Days passed and Harrie’s existence flickered and wavered. She knew she missed her appointments. Her visitors. But he didn’t show up. Didn’t search for her. She could hear distantly the others knocking at her door. They came and left, never entering. She appreciated the privacy but wanted it to be Snape.
Summer came and went. Holidays, students taking the train away, staff left on vacations. Things became quiet and more time was lost. The students returned, staff members met, visitors grew infrequent at her doors. McGonagall came into her room. Exclaiming over Slytherin pranks and spelled things back to ‘proper’. Draco, Ron, and Hermione were the only ones who came like clockwork. It was one such visit that she flickered back into existence. Her awareness awakening with a gasp she dropped into the room.
“Snape’s feeling better. We were all worried since a coma is serious but Mungo’s kept telling us he’d pull through. Four months though feels like forever. He’s rather cross that he’s doing well enough to be released on Halloween. Not his favorite holiday. I told him you’d been missing and he went all quiet. It is weird that you’ve been missing for as long he’s been in a coma. I’d almost think it’s related but that’s just absu-“ Draco yelped when Harrie stepped through the door. He’d been oddly close and not expecting her at all.
She would’ve laughed at scaring him but she was focused again. “Coma?”
“Uh- hi, have you been there this whole time?”
“Yes, Snape’s been in a coma?” She reminded him.
“Yeah, he’ll be floo’d back any minute now. Thankfully, he’s not required to chaperone as he’s still recovering.”
“Where? The infirmary? His quarters?”
“I - I don’t know. You’re being odd, Harrie. Did you have something to do with Snape being in a coma? I thought you both were getting on better.”
Harrie waved off his worries, scurrying down all the steps. He followed. Because, it’s Draco, and maybe because they were still talking. She could care less. Snape hadn’t left like that because he didn’t want her. He’d been having symptoms. He’d needed medical attention. He’d gone into a bloody coma from that potion. So he could touch her. Silly, stupid, wonderful man!
“Harrie! Potter! For fu- for the sake of Merlin, slow down! You didn’t actually do that, did you?” He shouted after her as she raced between students. Occasionally, she’d pass through someone and leave sounds of surprise and pain in her wake from the chill of her presence.
Students whispered after her, gossip floating around behind her like leaves rustling in the wind. Draco, though, followed close at her heels. People shouted at him not to run. He just flipped them off. She appreciated that about him. Brevity of wit. When she ran into the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey looked shocked to see her but said hello for all Harrie just asked her outright if Snape was in attendance.
“He should be in his quarters, I’ll have to visit him for a follow up but he got the all clear. It’s lovely to see you, dear. You should stop by sometime for a chat.”
“Thanks! Madame Pomfrey, I will!” Harrie shouted behind her with a smile as she slid down a hallway, skipping steps on the stairs as she rocketed towards the dungeons. Draco’s cursing echoed after her as she took shortcuts and passed through doors and walls without a thought. She made it to his door in record time. Heart pumping, breath puffing. She stepped through, slowed her steps to his bedroom. Stopped under the lintel. There he was. Laid out on his bed, eyes closed, exhausted looking, pale. One foot in front of the other, Harrie halted at his bedside. Looking down on him.
Suddenly, insecurity overtook her. What if the coma had been something else? What if he didn’t want her? What if the potion had worked just fine and he’d changed his mind? She’d connected dots. But nothing was set in stone. He could have had any number of reasons.
“Harrie?”
“I’m here.” She smiled at him, reached out to touch his forehead. Offer comfort. She froze, let her hand drop.
“You vanished.” He croaked, voice unused and rusty beyond the scratch of his scars.
Harrie tensed. He’d left and she’d been - lacerated by it. “I did. You- I thought-“
He tried to sit up and she fluttered around unable to help or force him to lay back. Snape groaned, arms shivering visibly with strain as he pulled himself up and settled back into the pillows. He patted the bed beside him and Harrie heeded. Circling the bed, she climbed atop ‘her side’ and knelt next to him. Worry pinching her features.
“I was foolish,” He began, shushing her when she opened her mouth to speak. “No, let me. It’s not often I apologize. I am - unused - to the process. As I was saying. I was foolish. I had not tested those potions prior and I wanted-. I made an error of judgment in taking the potion without proper protocol and protections in place. My wants surpassed reason that day and in doing so I caused repercussions.”
Was that an apology? Harrie was certain they usually involved the word sorry. But it stood to reason that Snape would not give a normal apology. He was a different creature altogether. Stubborn man.
“I forgive you.” She said just to nettle him. Instead he sighed with relief and tension left him as he sunk back into the pillows. “You left because the potion was causing unexpected symptoms?”
His nod released a knot of malady within her. Loosening her to breathe again for the first time in a long time. “Four months?”
“I am told, fourth months and a few weeks as well. It’s Halloween.” He grumbled at that, seeming more put out about the holiday than the fact he’d been laid up for months on end. Harrie felt her face twist with wry humor at him. She slumped over on his bed. Hands near to touching his and watched him when the doors to his room slammed open. Jolting upright, she watched Draco storm into Snape’s bedroom and halt with a squeak of his shoes on the stone at the sight before him.
“Draco, what the devil are you doing throwing about my rooms like this? Barging in like a bloody erumpant!” Snape snapped, he dropped a leg over the edge of the bed but the move caused him to shake and he stopped, breathing heavily.
“Harrie! Please tell me you didn’t poison Snape!” Draco hissed at her, ignoring his godfather entirely.
She huffed, sighing at the questioning humor on Snape’s face. Palming her face she muttered, “Of course not.”
An awkward silence dragged on until she looked up and found Draco’s eyes wide and wandering over the bedroom. The near to exact replica of what she’d requested. His face was severely paling. Worried he might pass out she sat up and made a move to go to him. Her movement drew his eye and it’s as though he finally noticed she was on Snape’s bed and close to him. The dots connected. The puzzle piece snapped into place.
“Oh. Oh. Oh?” Draco very eloquently put. His face going further pale, then green, and finally a bright red. It would be entertaining is she wasn’t worried about him fainting dead away. “That’s why you wanted me to visit your bedroom.”
And that was exactly the wrong thing to say. Snape’s body tensed in her peripheral and Harrie’s heart pounded.
“If you wish to discuss your sexual exploits I would suggest you do so well and far away from me!” Snape snapped, his other leg sliding off the bed, away from her. Back turned on her. Harrie gasped at the insinuation while Draco just looked confused.
“Sexual exploits?” Draco asked weakly.
“Your activities in Potter’s room, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Wha-? But ghosts can’t. Can they?” Draco was quickly growing redder as he looked to her for answer.
“Snape,” she hissed, “I haven’t - with Draco - that’s just - blech.”
“Hey! I resent that remark!” Draco drew himself up with affront.
She didn’t care though, Snape’s opinion of her was what mattered and the clues were shifting. He’d been in an awful mood when she’d next seen him. He thought she’d masturbated with him and then flounced off to her bedroom with Draco for - for sex?
“I didn’t do anything with Draco,” she said to Snape, pleading with him to look at her. He had pulled himself to a stand, supporting his weight on one of pillar posts of his bed as he looked at Draco with narrowed eyes. “He helped me decorate my room. We talked about our lives but we didn’t touch. I don’t want to touch him. Only you.”
“Only y- him?” Draco choked out behind her. She was knelt before Snape on the edge of his bed, begging him with her eyes to look at her. Believe her.
“Decorate your room?” He asked of her, scowl firmly fixed in place. She nodded and Draco helpfully- unhelpfully? - supplied proof.
“Yeah, she had this wretched Gryffindor theme and she’d asked me to make it more Slytherin. Wasn’t expecting her to bloody replicate your fucking bedchamber.”
Snape’s brows winged up at that, his lips twitched into an almost smile at her blush. She grimaced and smiled back. Embarrassing but true.
“Draco, you may depart.” He said, waving his godson away without looking at him.
Draco sputtered, “Depart? Are you both fucking?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your information.” Snape was looking at Draco now. With a rising storm of anger. Draco huffed and slammed the doors behind him.
“You thought I was with Draco?” She laughed.
“Only me?” He asked instead, and Harrie nodded, a blush rising on her face.
“Yes, I’ve been haunting you! I want to be with you. Only you.”
A smug satisfaction lit his features and he reached out, fingering one of her curls. No glow suffused them and he didn’t hiss at the cold of her. They both frowned. He slid his hand further into her hair and touched her. Eyes widening they grinned at one another. Harrie sat up, placed trembling hands on his chest. They didn’t sink through, he was sturdy and warm under her fingers. She took a hiccuping breath. Awed that somehow some way she was able to touch him fully without a potion present and possibly harming him. She pulled him into a shy uncertain shaking kiss. Eyes fluttering shut. They groaned at meeting lips, at finally - finally - having this. He fell forward and she caught him, catching his weight and helping him to the bed. They fell together, bodies pressed together. Warmth blossoming at every intersection of their forms. This wasn’t frenzied. Not a frantic lust. No, it was awed. Wondering. Worshipping. They sifted through strands of silky hair. Rubbed mouths over skin, breathing deep the scent of one another, tasting each other. Murmurs and moans and tiny gasps of happiness and pleasure. They explored and discovered and it felt like love. Like a butterfly landing on your hand. Like the first bloom of spring. Like the rays of the rising sun spreading over closed eyes.
The heat built, licking flames under her skin, pushing for more.
“Snape.” She whispered, pleading, singing for him.
“Will you- Severus?” He asked and she answered.
“For you. Always. Severus. Severu-“ His name cut off by his lips and she continued the litany of him with her tongue on his. When he pulled back to gasp for breath she was still saying his name. He chuckled into the crook of her neck. Nipping at the sensitive skin. His lips sucking over her throat where the thrum of his name vibrated in her. Harrie was lost to him. In a haze she helped him take off her clothes. Dropping them haphazardly, fully nude before him again. She pouted to see him still fully clothed but settled down licking her lips when his hands went to the many buttons he was obsessed with in his wardrobe. After a minute she got impatient and shooed his hands away to do it herself. As thanks he pressed kisses to her face. Her temple, her eyelids, her nose, her chin. Whispering that she was perfect. Wonderful girl. Marvelous. Too good for him.
She shushed him at that. “Not true.”
Harrie kissed his rebuttal away, pulling off the layers he hid under until all that kept them from melding was skin. Lying on their sides they caressed, trading lazy kisses that built up again. Their need growing. Her hand found his erection. Finally, presented with him in his entirety and she found her first hurdle.
“Fuck, your huge.”
He chuckled at that, somehow sounding smug. “You’ll take it.”
A challenge. A threat of a good time. A promise. Apprehensive and excited all the same she stroked a hand down the velvety length of him. Her hand coming to grip at the base of his cock. She was small, sure, but her fingers nearly didn’t touch around the girth of him.
“Fuck.”
“That’s the intention.”
Harrie’s grumble turned into a giggle at his nuzzling under her ear. Embarrassed by the sound she gripped him harder and distracted him with a groan. Long fingers trailed down her belly leaving trails of sensation like shooting stars. He cupped her, grinding the edge of his palm into her clit. Harrie’s head fell back at the surges of desire. Her hips helped him, humping onto him. He parted her folds, humming pleased noises at the slick heat he found there. The pads of his fingers drew circles around her entrance before pushing a finger slowly knuckle deep. She pulled him into a kiss, yanking at his hair to direct his head to her. Needy for him, she threw a leg over his hip. Her hands distractedly stroking his prick, spreading pre-cum with the palm of her hands over the burning red head.
“With me.” He directed, sliding in and out of her in a measured pace, his other hand covering hers on his cock. Helping show her how to do it together. Her eyes found his, quaking under the approval in his eyes. He watched her reaction when he pulled his finger to the very edge, pausing, waiting for her to pause with him, before pressing another finger in. The burning stretch surprising but so very good. She followed with her hands. Breathing with him. Syncing their hands, their hips, their bodies matched and mirrored. “One more.”
Harrie nodded, ready this time when they stopped and then she was stretching. Spreading for him. Widening to take him. Writhing on his fingers. Their pace picked up, bordering on a frenzy. Mouths opened, gasping into each other. Frantic with want and need. He paused, rubbing a spot that sent bolts of lust to lash her. She fisted him tight and relished the throbbing under her fingers.
“Come here, you’re perfect- so good for me - you’ll take me so well.” He promised her and she levered up, guiding him to her. She shimmied closer, pressing her chest to his. Those nipples of his, the rough chest hair rubbing her sensitive skin, the sweat slicked muscles rippling. They worked together, pushing, pulling her onto him. Splitting her wide. Even after three fingers it was still tight. So full. She shuddered out breaths, working to relax. The slick of their bodies making filthy noises that heated her ears. Fully seated, she groaned and shivered, her clit was tickled by the nest of hair at his base. Little strikes of sensation teasing beyond the throbbing of him and the clenching of her cunt on his cock. He rolled to his back, taking her with him.
“You’re so light. Small.” He grunted as she clutched tight at the length of him inside her. Then with a strangled voice he says, “Tight.”
Harrie moans, adjusting her legs so she’s almost knelt on him moves his cock, pressing places with a pressure she’s made dizzy with. She pushes upright and the weight of her body makes him go that much deeper, her legs slide out from under her, hip to hip. Rocking back, she balances on her hands near her ankles. Lets her head loll back, the feel of her hair brushing her shoulder blades a pleasant tickle. When she looks back down he’s gazing at her with a look she can only label adoration. Her satisfied smile causes a throb to go through him into her. His hands land on her hips, softly urging her up. She follows his lead. Watching him with avid attention. Every sounds he makes. Every minute expression. The feathering of his pulse on his neck under those starred scars she’s entranced by. A flush spreads from his ears to his face, standing out on his neck with the silvery scars, continuing down his chest to those lovely nipples. Continuing with the motions he’s coaxing her with she leans forward and flicks her tongue out to swipe over a nipple. His back arches, caught at the sight of her laving his pert nipple innocently. She tosses her hair to the side. He helps using one hand to hold it up out of her face so he can better see. When she closes her teeth around him and pulls, sucking he bucks her, ruining the rhythm with a growl. His fist in her hair tightens and he pulls her face up to his for a kiss. Leant on her forearms she cants her hips with his, grinding onto him. Slow, steady, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Their sweat makes them slide, heated wet skin smoothing.
“Severus, you’re- it’s so good - thank you. Thank you. God. Severus.” She peppers his face with kisses. Thanking him with her lips and her words. They make him stutter his rhythm again and she’s filled with him and a power over him that’s heady. The rough thrust tosses her and she groans, circling her hips. Writhing on his prick wantonly. She thanks him again and again. Whimpering and whispering his name in his ear until he caves to a baser nature and grips her with a punishing clutch and fucks up into her in long rough strokes. Harrie goes limp. Boneless with pleasure at him using her body. Stretching her arms up above them, fingers splayed on the bedding, hips loose. Body going languid as her thoughts fly from her head and he brings them to the edge. She comes first. Garbling his name before keening, neck stretched taut, rigid trembling muscles, fluttering and contracting around his cock as he continues to pound into her through her orgasm. When she comes down she’s nuzzling into the hair behind his ear, weak kitten mewls sneaking past her lips with each thrust. He uses her deliciously, his hands leave her hips, arms wrapping around her, one clutching her shoulder, the other a bar over her lower back. He hugs her tight to him, burying himself deep inside while he pours out his release. Claiming her body his own.
Aftershocks, make them both shiver and groan as their muscles relax and the sweat grows colder in the air. Harrie takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him. Of them. It’s wonderful. Perfect. Everything she’d ever wished for. She draws her arms in, playing with the ends of his hair. Combing through the silky strands idly while she presses her mouth to his neck.
“Fuck.” Snape curses.
Harrie laughs weakly, the jolting muscles make him groan when it clenches down on his softening cock inside her. “Oh, that’s a weird feeling.”
“Not what a man wants to hear after sex.”
She laughs again before growling and nipping at him when the same reaction as before happens. “Stop making me laugh. If you wanted compliments all you had to do was ask.”
Snape grumbles. Severus, now, she thinks. His name. It sounds good to her ears. She loves saying it. The soppy thoughts embarrass her a little but she shrugs them off mentally.
“That was fucking fabulous. Your cock is massive and I’m going to be deliciously sore for days if I have my way. We’re doing that again, right?”
She levers up on her elbows to look down at him. Sardonic humor and silly satisfaction. He’s perfect.
“If you will it, I will live inside you.”
Raised brows at that, she scrunches her face on the sappy smile. She looses the battle for control of her face and grins wide and unabashed before biting her bottom lip and wiggling her hips happily. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Incorrigible.” He growls, pulling her head down for a kiss. And Harrie’s never been so happy to be called names.