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Fandom:  Harry Potter
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Harry/Snape, now with 100% more accidental voyeur!Remus
Warnings:  Slash; graphic sex; voyeurism; student/teacher relationship.
Spoilers:  Through Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Summary:  Snape has some unorthodox teaching methods, and Remus really needs to learn when not to investigate strange noises in the middle of the night.
Word Count:  497
Notes:  This is very slightly AU, just insofar as I have Harry’s Occlumency lessons starting at Grimmauld Place over the Christmas holiday, rather tha
n when he goes back to school for the spring term.

“Damn you, Potter.”

Remus froze.

He’d gotten out of bed to get a book from the library, or at least that was what he’d told himself; there was something distastefully wolf-like about prowling the corridors of Number 12, Grimmauld Place at night and listening to its sleeping inhabitants breathe, just to make sure that each of them still was.  He was passing Harry’s room when he heard the voice – it was soft, but there was a deep, vicious note in it that raised the hairs on the back of his neck.  Reluctant to intrude on one of Snape’s Occlumency lessons – he didn’t always agree with the man’s methods, but the sooner Harry learned to shield his mind and stopped being so terribly vulnerable, the better – but unwilling to ignore the nagging sense that there was something wrong, something more sharp-edged and less controlled than usual in that familiar voice, Remus knelt silently and peered through the keyhole.

Harry, still dressed in a rumpled school shirt and jeans, was perched on the edge of his bed.  His lean body was slung back between his braced arms, and he was looking up at Snape with an air of sullen defiance.  Snape’s wand was out, pointing at the scar on Harry’s forehead.

Then, as Remus watched, Snape drew the wand up, tucking it carelessly between two long, white fingers, and pressed that hand against Harry’s cheek.  Snape’s thin, expressive mouth was still twisted into a snarl when he leaned in to kiss the boy.

Remus bit down a gasp.  Snape’s fingers tangled roughly in Harry’s hair, and he pushed his hips hard between the boy’s legs, but Harry wasn’t resisting; on the contrary, the boy had one hand fisted in Snape’s robes, dragging him closer, while the fingers of the other hand curled in the bedclothes.

Whatever Remus’ instincts, this time the boy obviously didn’t require saving.

Remus bit his lip, hating how hard the sight made him:  Harry arching back and moaning as Snape’s mouth raked down his throat, Snape’s hands shoving Harry’s thighs further apart.  Remus whimpered deep in his throat when Snape reached down between his body and the boy’s and eased Harry’s jeans off his hips.

“So weak, Potter,” Snape said in a sinuous hiss that went straight to Remus’ spine, as Snape began to stroke Harry’s cock with an almost savage energy.  “So exposed, so open, so weak.”

“Fuck you,” gasped Harry, and then he whispered, “Harder,” as his hips arced towards Snape’s hand.

As Snape jerked Harry’s head back by the hair and kissed him brutally, and Harry choked and shuddered and came, Remus rose, backed down the corridor, and on reaching the stairwell, turned and fled.


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