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Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Hagrid/ Snape Summary: Fate throws two vastly opposite souls, Rubeus Hagrid and Severus Snape, together. Love and new life soon follows. But will the wizarding world except them? Begins in the summer before Harry’s fifth year. Disclaimer: Sorry, don’t own them, wish I did. That great joy belongs to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit of fun. No use suing I haven’t got any money. The only things I do lay claim to are the people, places, magic, and creatures I create for this fic. Archive: Snape Mpreg Archive
**** Of the first great wizards none were better known and had their history more hotly debated than the wizard of Arthur’s court Merlin. His deeds were wide and varied; a mage, a prophet, a greater Animagi, and an adviser to kings of old. He dealt with spirits and the myriad magical beasts and beings that dwelt within the isles. None were better at Transfigurations, either to objects, animals, or to himself. Merlin alone mastered the art of the greater Animagi; many were the times he would move about the isles in the form of a child, a woman, a dwarf, or any beast be it normal or magical. He controlled the seas and weather, enchanted castles to defend themselves, and moved the stones of Stonehenge though many contend that legend. Through his efforts Arthur and the court of Camelot were born. Some legends say that he retreated from Arthur’s court before its downfall, escaping to an invisible palace on an island by some to be Bardsey off the Welsh coast. There he took into his safekeeping Britain’s Thirteen Treasures till there was need of them once more in the world. Other legends speak of Merlin becoming infatuated with the sorceress Vivien. Smitten with her Merlin foolishly taught her his magic. When she had learned all she could Vivien imprisoned the wizard forever. Here the legends became more and more varied, and with them more bizarre. Some speak of him being imprisoned in a column of air. Others a crystal cave. One spoke of a hawthorn bush or a rocky tomb. One legend in particular spoke of an oak tree which was made Merlin’s prison for all eternity. For ages now Wizards and Witches had sought the imprisoned Merlin, hoping to tap into his power, become his heir, or find the true resting place of the treasures and all his wizarding lore, but none have ever succeeded in finding even the smallest clue. *~*~*~* Christmas was drawing ever closer and the castle was abuzz with activity. McGonagall’s list was halfway full this year. Most students’ families had opted not to risk bringing their children home with the growing threat of Voldemort hanging over their heads. Death Eater attacks were becoming more frequent and more brutal; but a small sampling of what eventually would come. Due to the increased number of children remaining over holiday the entire staff was requested to stay as well. A few grumbled about this but none dared to complain to the Headmaster about it. It made sense to keep the school fully staffed in case Voldemort decided to use the holiday as a distraction to attack and capture the school and any student still at the school. The Dark Lord hadn’t given up on his desire to kill Harry Potter; eventually he would attack Hogwarts if for no other reason than to get to the green-eyed boy. To add to the school’s already heavy security measures Dumbledore brought back Remus Lupin and his faithful dog Snuffles, otherwise known as the Animagi and wanted escaped criminal Sirius Black. Of those children that knew of Remus and his condition half avoided him, cringing away from the weary man each time he entered the room, others just ignored him completely so long as stayed out of their personal space. A few, mainly led by Potter and his gang, welcomed Lupin back and easing his mind about the whole idea. So long as there were a few that accepted him and weren’t afraid Remus could be happy. *~*~*~* At one time Christmas was when Severus would retreat to deepest parts of his dungeons to avoid the merriment above as much as possible. Whatever did he have to make merry about? No one cared about him. Most never even noticed he was missing, they being far too busy opening presents, spending time with friends and family, singing, dancing, telling stories, and enjoying good food and drink. The only time anyone really seemed to miss him is when some idiot drank too much the night before and would come crawling in and begging for something to rid themselves of this awful hangover. Even these visits were thankfully brief, no one stayed long after the effects of the potion became noticeable. However, this year was different. Severus now looked forwards to the coming holiday. Anticipation and excitement; two emotions he hadn’t associated with Christmas since he was four years old now found their way back into his being. This year Severus had someone who cared about him and he cared about in return, someone who wanted to spend a quiet Christmas with him and him alone. Severus busied himself with selecting and decorating a room on the third floor with a spectacular view of the lake just for the two of them. Dredging up old memories of home and some assistance from the ever eager house Elves Severus had transformed the bare room into a warm inviting place, just right for a hopefully romantic evening together. Severus had seen the looks, felt the big man’s heat rise whenever Snape stood too close to him, smelt the thick musk of arousal. Rubeus Hagrid liked him, fancied him. And Severus Snape now admitted to himself that he liked and fancied Rubeus Hagrid. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to use so strong a word as love yet, no till he knew what Hagrid’s full measure of feelings were. It was time to stop all this careful dancing around each other, time to confess their feelings towards each other and see where things went from there. “Hmm, the snow’s not too bad now,” Severus peered out the window, watching as Hagrid pulled another big tree in for Flitwick to decorate. “Now would be the best time to go.” It was a risk, leaving the grounds and going into Hogsmeade. At any moment he could be spotted by a Death Eater and kidnapped, or maybe just killed outright. But Severus knew this and was no fool. A few carefully layered disguise spells would mask his appearance and voice. With luck he would evade capture and death and get his shopping done in peace. Picking up an old basket Severus carefully shut and spelled the door shut on his way out. The stairs were lenient this day for they lined up perfectly to allow him a smooth descent. He passed Hagrid on the way in and noticed the big man had several sprigs of mistletoe stuck haphazardly in his hair. Without thinking Snape acted on the sudden impulse the sight of those little bits of green amidst a sea of black invoked. As the half giant knelt down to untie the tree he felt something infinitely soft and warm touch his cheek. The familiar scent of Professor Snape’s favorite soap wafted up to his nostrils. Turning Hagrid was just in time to see the smaller man disappearing around the corner twirling a bit of mistletoe in one hand. Rough fingers rose to touch the skin Snape’s lips had so tenderly brushed, wonder and pleasure burning in his black eyes. Plucking another twig from his hair Hagrid got an idea. Thank Merlin Christmas was still a week away, that ought to be just about enough time. Later, when he returned to his hut a note was laying there on his table. Written in Severus’ neat script was an invitation to share a private Christmas dinner with him up at the castle. Hagrid was only too happy to accept. *~*~*~* A disguised Severus wandered about Hogsmeade for hours, visiting shop after shop, trying to decide what would make the best presents. Rubeus wasn’t one for extravagant or complicated things. He’d place more value on something useful. So many items caught his eyes, but none seemed just right. Finally he settled on a handmade pair of Graphorn hide gloves which would protect Hagrid’s hands from quite a number of nasty beasts. They were a bit pricey but he’d judge the money well spent if they prevented the big man from loosing a finger or two. Luckily the craftsman had made a couple of pairs extra big so those that used them in winter on the ice could wear a pair of warm Icelandic gloves beneath them. One pair he gauged to be just the right size for Hagrid’s large hands. Severus left the shop tucking his purchase into his carrying basket. The remainder of Hagrid’s present would be a set of carefully prepared healing potions for his medical trunk. On examining the trunk’s contents Severus was appalled at the state of some of the potions resting within. Obviously Poppy had stocked the blasted thing with the oldest and weakest potions she’d had on hand, most likely that Ministry made crap she’d ordered last year, keeping the freshest and best, namely his own brews, for her own use. It was a wonder that the ones Hagrid had used on him had worked at all! Hagrid deserved better than that and Severus was just the person to see that he got it. Each potion Severus had selected was designed for different uses in the medical field. Poison antidotes, wound healers, bone knitters, muscle repair, lung cleaning, cold clearing, fever reducing, and sleeping draughts were needed; a total of 17 different potions in all. Snape already had 10 done and bottled; the rest would be finished well in time for them for Christmas. His final destination was Honeyducks for some of their finer chocolates, the ones the students weren’t allowed to buy or even know existed. All wizards understood the healing properties of chocolate but few knew of its..other uses. In many cultures it was considered one of the most powerful of aphrodisiacs. Severus himself believed in chocolate’s other power; it was one of the reasons why he rarely ate the stuff. Severus wondered as he paid for the gold box, blushing so much that his hair was threatening to turn red, if Hagrid would be so equally affected. Gods he hoped so! *~*~*~* It was called the Heart of the Forest, the oldest and largest tree of them all. Even the Centaurs, who knew the history of everything, from a pebble to the pines that moaned in the chilly winter air, were unable to say when this great oak began its life. To them, and many of the other thinking inhabitants of the Forbidden Forest, it was a sacred thing. Strange magics swirled about the glade in which it grew, ancient powers from a time long forgotten. Firenze, Ronan, and Bane spoke of it as a place of healing, where animals and beings alike could find refuge to tend to their wounds or to wait out a sickness. If one came to the glade during the full moon and slept beneath its boughs sometimes visions would enter into the sleeper’s dreams. This was a no combat zone; no one was allowed to shed blood while they were within the glades boundaries. Hagrid had originally approached the three Centaurs he knew the best and asked what wood would be best for the effort. Ronan had said ash while Bane advised him to use alder. Firenze shook his head and just offered to see Hagrid to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. While they walked the Centaur told his two-legged friend about the Heart of the Forest. Such highly magical wood could make a very powerful amulet, one that would protect Severus from those enemies in the castle and without. Most of the spells would have to be cast by other wizards but that was all right, some of the staff and various wizards owed him favors. Then there were the Centaurs and a few other magical inhabitants of the Forest he could persuade to add their own bit of magic to his gift. When he was done Severus would own the most powerful protection amulet he could put together, provided of course that the wood was everything Firenze said it was. With his first step into the tree’s glade all his doubts were laid to rest. The magnificent oak dominated the clearing. With branches spread wide it stood at the center of the clearing, the canopy supported by a trunk so wide it would take four men linked hand to hand to circle its girth. Reverently he strode across the clearing. Now Hagrid could see why this was thought to be a sacred place, the feeling permeated everything; the air, the soil, the snow gently falling around him. It was buzzing along his nerves, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Casting about Hagrid noted there were no branches or even a tiny twig laying about the ground beneath the oak. That was odd, normally even the healthiest tree would shed a branch or two during the winter season when the snow’s weight would become too much. He’d hoped to pick up a fallen piece or two, but without those evident Hagrid would be forced to take directly from the tree. And he hated that, even though it was a plant the half-giant loathed hurting it. One large hand came to rest on the tree’s rough bark. “Las’ thin’ I wants to do ter yeh is hurt yeh,” he mumbled. “I jus’ need a small bit o’ wood, jus’ a small bit. It’s fer a present yeh see. Fer the one I love.” The wind picked up, sweeping along the bare branches, swirling the falling snow about the half-giant, faint whispered words contained within the cold air. Try as he might Hagrid couldn’t understand what he was just barely hearing, nothing was clear enough for him to make out. Beneath his hand the oak warmed. *~*~*~* (Many long years had it been since he had last awoken. The changing seasons had long since lost their fascination due to the fact he was forever stuck gazing out onto the same scene. After a while he learned to separate his spirit from the tree and walk about, but the distance his prison let him roam was limited and the view was changed all that much so he returned to the tree. Turning inwards he had sunk his awareness down into the deep earth, learning to feel the ebb and flow of magic that permeated the woods about his prison. How he longed to see the outside world again. Longed to see what fate had befallen the wizards and witches that roamed about the isles. If only there was a way to move this accursed tree! Hmmm? What was that? Someone was touching his tree. Someone with magic. A wizard. Stretching out with rarely used senses he listened.) *~*~*~* Hagrid didn’t know what to think of this, the sensation that he was being watched was nearly overwhelming, but he couldn’t see anything sulking about the woods about the glade. It was almost as if the tree itself was the source, studying him. “My Sev’rus, he’s a good wizard, but he’s got enemies, lots o’ ‘em. They’d hurt him, kill him. I can’t let ‘em be doin’ that. He means more’n ter me than anythin’, I’d give me own life ter save his. I know he made some bad choices in life but he’s made up fer ‘em.” Overhead an owl passed by. “Would yeh lets me have a piece o’ yer wood? So I can make him summat special?” Hagrid jumped back as a surge of magic flowed beneath his hands. With wide astonished eyes he watched as the trunk began to ripple like the surface of a disturbed lake. Over and over the ripples fanned out till at the center a tiny nub of rounded wood appeared, growing larger with every second till at last a piece of smooth heartwood popped free right into Hagrid’s hands. It was the size of a goose’s egg and beautifully grained. It was perfect. “Oh thank yeh! Thank yeh!” Hagrid beamed, patting the tree. Quickly he packed away the precious wood and before leaving buried several pieces of bread around the tree’s base in thanks. If he hurried he could just make it back to his hut before nightfall. Within his sack the precious piece of wood hummed softly, the spirit within happy, finally free at last, and wondering what this wizard was going to create with his spiritual base. Well, he could be patient, that being one thing he’d learned from spending all that time as a tree, Merlin could wait for his answers. *~*~*~* Christmas Eve. Before leaving Hagrid stopped to check himself in the mirror one last time, silently admitting he cleaned up a bit better than he expected to. It had taken a good deal of hard washing to clean off the dirt and grime he acquired while cleaning out the barn stalls. No way was he meeting Severus smelling like Hippogriff dung. That new soap from Hogsmeade sure worked wonders, as did the shampoo. For once his hair seemed halfway manageable and he trimmed his beard just a tad for good measure. Since tonight was very special Hagrid had picked up some new clothes. That old brown hairy suit and its checkered yellow and orange tie wouldn’t do, not for what he had in mind. Given his size everything had to be custom made. Cost wasn’t an issue; Hagrid’s needs were simple so the bulk of his pay was stored away in a Gringott’s vault. The short chemise was of the finest white cotton, trimmed around the neck and wrists with silver. Lacings of the same silver threaded through the next to tie it closed when needed. He liked the tailor’s suggestion of a suede jerkin of deep forest green and requested silver buttons to match the chemise’s trim. The trousers were a deep earthy brown, mixing well with the white, green and silver that made up the rest of his outfit. Shoes would’ve taken too long to have made so Hagrid spent a good three hours cleaning and shining his own till one could practically see their reflection in the black leather. The final piece of his attire was a deep gray cloak Hagrid’s father had given him for his eleventh birthday. The garment was spelled to adjust and lengthen as he continued to grow so it would always be wearable. Hagrid rarely wore the finely crafted piece since his moleskin jacket was much more practical in his line of work and warmer too. Tonight though it was just right, the moleskin shed and he didn’t want to be picking hairs out of his new outfit all through dinner. Fixing the Celtic knot clasp Hagrid picked up the bag of carefully wrapped presents and headed out for the castle. Overhead the clouds had departed and the first few stars could be seen twinkling amidst a sea of midnight blue. Firenze was right on target yet again. Not that he ever doubted the Centaur; when it came to predicting the weather or the movements of the heavenly bodies Firenze did better than Professor Sinestra. (Perfect view. Must remember ter keep an eye on the time.) Crossing the snow-covered lawn Hagrid slipped into the castle by one of the secret side entrances known only to a few of the staff and students. For such a big man Hagrid could move with surprising stealth, assisted by the celebrations going on in the Great Hall and common rooms. He made his way up the stairs and knocked on the room Severus’ note said to meet him at. *~*~*~* Severus looked up from fixing the napkins when the soft rapping announced his dinner guest had arrived. He took a moment to soothe down the deep green velvet of his dress robes before opening the door, fighting not to smile when Hagrid’s beaming face appeared within the billowing folds of a long gray cloak. “Good evenin’ Sev’rus.” The half-giant greeted him. “Good evening Rubeus.” Snape replied as he closed and spell-locked the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. “Blimey Sev’rus!” Exclaimed Hagrid upon seeing the dinner table’s steaming contents. Roast turkey with sage stuffing, mashed potatoes, thick rich gravy, fresh rolls, cranberry sauce, and a delicious looking Christmas pudding. By no means lavish fair, as neither man cared for such things, just the normal foods one was apt to see on the table at this time of the year. “The house elves just delivered it,” Severus said. “I wasn’t quite sure as to what you-” “No, no. Everythin’ looks delicious,” black eyes turned towards the smaller man. “Absolutely delicious.” As the smoldering gaze swept slowly up and down his body Snape blushed; he’d done more blushing these last few months than the whole of his entire life. No one had ever looked at him with such need, such hunger and desire. Hagrid loved that; seeing that beautiful tinge of pink to Severus’ cheeks. Unhooking his cloak Hagrid pulled the garment off and carefully hung it on the coat rack near the door, fully aware of the intense scrutiny Snape was now applying to him. “That’s new.” The Potions Master said appreciatively, not taking his eyes off the bigger man. “Thought I’d be festive, this bein’ Christmas an’ all.” Striding forwards Hagrid reached out, calloused fingers sliding over the soft fabric covering Severus’ lean frame. “An’ is this new?” Severus blushed yet again. “No. A former Christmas present from Minerva, she thought green would suit me better than black.” “Does suit yeh,” Hagrid trailed his fingers down one sleeve, eliciting little shivers from the other man. “But jus’ abou’ anythin’ would suit yeh.” Struggling to control his breathing, Severus forced himself to pull away from those enticing digits. “It would…it would be best if we ate, the food is growing cold.” Biting back a chuckle at Snape flustered continence Hagrid agreed. After all, they’d need their strength for the activities he longed to do with Severus later. The two men sat down before the steaming plates and began to help themselves. The house elves had outdone themselves. Each succulent piece of the tender white meat literally melted in their mouths. Conversation ceased as they ate; no need for pointless chitchat to fill the silence as each was comfortable with such spaces. They had just finished with the pudding when Hagrid noticed the time was getting very close. Severus wiped his mouth with his napkin. The meal was the best one he’d had inside Hogwarts for months. Stopping before he was completely full Severus left room for the desert he hoped to share with the big man. “Gots a surprise fer yeh Sev’rus an’ its abou’ time fer it ter start.” Hagrid said suddenly, rising from his chair, hand outstretched to assist Severus up. “A surprise?” Automatically Severus took the offered hand and allowed the half giant to guide him onto the balcony. Outside the wind was kicking up, bitingly cold against bared skin. Snape touched the shield stone set into the castle wall. Immediately an invisible barrier sprang up, encapsulating the entire balcony and its occupants in a warm bubble. “What manner of surprise could you have waiting out here Rubeus?” Perplexed Severus studied the small area but found it hadn’t changed from when he first saw it days ago. “Look up, look up an’ see.” Severus looked up and gasped. The cold winter sky was filled with shooting stars, tiny streaks of light moving across the heavens. At first there were only a few but soon more joined their fellows and the sky became crowded with the brilliant light show. Each speck of light trailing a tail of different colors behind it as it burned away its life, creating something of a rainbow effect. Severus had never seen anything so amazing before. His eyes never wavered from the celestial display, not wishing to miss a single moment of this once in a lifetime event. From behind Hagrid’s massive arms wrapped around him, pulling Snape against his larger frame. Sighing in contentment Severus rested his head against Hagrid’s great chest. Long fingers caressed the bigger hands clasped before him, memorizing each rough patch or scar. Working hands, ones that had seen much use, just had Snape’s own. The meteor shower lasted for a good hour before beginning to dwindle away, only when the last of the stars burst across the sky in a dying blaze of green and red light did Severus find his voice to speak. “It was so beautiful,” he breathed. “Thank you Rubeus.” “Yer beau’iful.” Black eyes fell away from their heavenly observation to sadly study black shoed feet. “No.” Hagrid turned Severus around, never letting the man stray from his arms, so he could see his face. Fingers gingerly stroked Snape’s pale cheek, lifting up the chin till their eyes met. “Yer beau’iful. No one can tell me otherwise. Yer so graceful an’ powerful, like a sleek panther.” “Dangerous..” Severus attempted to protest, but Hagrid silenced him with a single touch. “Danger’s part of yer beauty. Yeh wouldn’t be yeh without it.” He caressed the smooth line of exposed neck, coming to rest on the first set of Snape’ robe buttons. Beneath his large work-roughened hands Severus trembled. Hagrid fumbled a bit with buttons on the green robe until he learned the trick to them. Each inch of creamy pale skin Hagrid exposed was paid homage to with touches and feathery kisses, tongue relishing the sweet flesh. The heady scent of musk and oranges filled his nostrils, rising from Snape’s increasingly heated flesh. “Lovely that,” said Hagrid, circling one pink nipple with a blunt fingertip. A low moan escaped Snape’s throat. Severus couldn’t believe this was happening. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. This was all just another of those damn dreams. Any second now he’d wake up and have to choke down a shot of strong muggle whiskey before attempting to sleep again. But it had to be real! Hagrid was here with him! And then Hagrid bent down and kissed him. The brushing of a moth’s wings on a flower petal couldn’t have been any gentler than that kiss. Shocked, Severus’ eyes went wide, then fluttered closed and he leaned into the lips so softly entreating a reply. Thick fingers danced across his jaw, sliding around, cupping the back of his head. With the lightest of pressures Hagrid pulled the other man’s unresisting form closer still, deepening the kiss. Delicately their tongues twined about each other, dipping forwards to entice then retreating. Each touch, each caress only serving to enflame their desires further. Severus was lost, beyond all hope and reason. Hagrid’s lips, his hands, that massive frame pressing so close to his. All he could feel was Hagrid, all he could see, taste, hear, and smell was Hagrid. His entire world had contracted down to this little patch of the night, here in this man’s arms. He whimpered, begging for more and Hagrid was only too willing to oblige. Moaning in disappointment Hagrid finally pulled away from those sweet lips, longing only to continue to partake of Severus’ sweet taste. He was a man addicted now, no force on heaven or earth could erase the flavor of those lips from his heart and soul. There would never be enough hours in the day for him to indulge in this addiction. Even now he yearned to continue the kiss, to never stop. But both men eventually had to breathe, it would be very silly to die of suffocation right now, not as they hovered on the edge of something wondrous. Severus remained in a daze. He looked years younger without that scowling mask his position forced him to wear every day. Cheeks flushed, half open black eyes glazed and unfocused, hands clutching at Hagrid’s arms with surprising strength. “I have ter ask, are yeh all rights with this Sev’rus?” Hagrid’s already deep voice was now rough with desire. “Hagrid….Rubeus..please..” Snape’s obsidian orbs gazed upwards longingly. “What do yer want?” “Please…kiss me again?” There was a quick flash of those brilliant white teeth. “All rights.” Kissing Hagrid was so much more than mere physical contact to the Potions Master. There was a sensation of joining, a sweet meshing of their souls. It pierced him, drawing out all his gentler emotions from the deep shadows where they’d dwelt unused all these years. For this man, only for this man, only Hagrid was allowed to see this heavily protected portion of his essence that had lain buried and neglected for so long. Pulling away again Hagrid nuzzled the bared neck where it connected with the shoulder. Severus shivered as a whispered sentence ghosted over his shoulder. “Bit chilly out here. Why don’t we go inside.” Severus was only too willing to allow Hagrid to lead him back inside and to the bedroom. This couldn’t be a dream. Dreams like this never came true, especially when they were his dreams. But how else was Severus to explain being so tenderly lifted and deposited on smooth satin sheets as if he were something infinitesimally fragile. Hands clenched and unclenched about the cool fabric beneath him as Hagrid stepped back a few paces and began to disrobe. With slow measured moves the half-giant removed each garment, black eyes never wavering from his soon-to-be lover’s. Snape’s breathing hitched as Hagrid toyed with the wide belt before pulling sharply, making the leather crack through the air as it came free, dropping onto the pile resting in the chair behind him. Pulling off his shoes he removed the last item of clothes between himself and Snape’s passion clouded eyes. He stood so proudly, feet planted firmly apart, firelight dancing across skin stretched over incredible muscles. Hagrid looked every inch a God, leaving Severus longing to crawl on his hands and knees over to worship at his feet, to pay homage to the magnificent organ which rose like a great oak from its nest of ebony curls. Hot. It was entirely too hot in here, even with his robes already partly open. Untangling his hands from the abused sheets Severus moved to undo the remaining buttons and free himself from the constricting robes. But Hagrid would have none of that. He settled onto the edge of the bed, gently pulling those long elegant fingers away. “I’d like ter do that. It’s Christmas, an’ I wants ter unwrap this present properly.” The deep husky tones shot strait through him, hiking his temperature up another ten degrees. Undressing Severus was rather like unwrapping a present. Peeling away layer upon layer to expose the treasure hidden within. Hagrid drank in the sight laid out before him. Sleek limbs, lean muscles, skin gleaming in the firelight like fine marble, all for him. “Beaut’ful,” the word reverberated in air as he bent down. Severus gasped as Hagrid’s thick beard brushed across his sensitive skin. A thousand tiny tracks of fire blazed over heated flesh, his body arching up to prolong that too brief contact. Hagrid, on seeing his lover’s reaction to that slight touch, growled, a deep rumble rising from his barrel chest. Pale creamy skin called to him, begging to be touched, to be tasted. Panting Severus squeezed his eyes shut as blunt work-roughened fingers brushed softly over his nipples, the sensitive flesh hardening almost immediately. Slowly Hagrid worked his thumbs over the rosy flesh, circling over and over again. “So beaut’ful.” Hagrid whispered before leaning down to finally taste that desirable flesh. Delectable, so sweet to the taste. Happily he began swirling his tongue over the hardened peak and sucking, drawing more of that heavenly taste into his mouth. Gone was his craving for sweets and such, a new one having forcibly took their place. From this moment on his sweet tooth would never be satisfied with anything less than the taste of Severus Snape. Raising one shaking hand Severus clutched the back of Hagrid’s head, pressing down, begging silently for this delightful torture to never end. Severus had long known that the nipples were supposed to be an erogenous zone; a site of pleasure. But it was his thought it really applied to women, that men didn’t derive the same level of excitement from the intimate contact. Sweet Merlin! How bloody wrong he was! Snape had never experienced it himself, no one ever considered him worth the effort. Now, drowning in the reality of Hagrid’s touch Severus found himself focusing intently on the experience, wanting to commit every single glorious second to memory. Skimming down the lean planes of that pale body Hagrid brought his hand around, sliding it between those creamy thighs. Moving on a mixture of instinct and partial knowledge Hagrid’s hand eased past the erect cock and balls, petting the moist folds, stroking along the length of the slit he discovered. Tenderly he caressed the new flesh, exploring each new contour. If Severus thought the nipples were sensitive he’d never dreamed the sensations Hagrid’s simple touch down there could produce. It was a hundred times more intense, feeding the fire pooling in his belly. Incredible! Snape spread his thighs, drawing up one knee, offering Hagrid more room to explore which he was only too eager to accept. Severus stilled as he felt one finger enter the wet slit, quickly followed by thumb. Teasing, he wriggled them about a second before sliding the finger in, very gentle thrusting, keeping them shallow. Withdrawing the finger slowly Severus’ body immediately followed Hagrid’s hand, before easing back in, the thumb working its way upwards till it found Sev’s clit. Writhing, Severus whimpered, his entire spine twisting in a serpentine motion which ended with an enticing wiggle to his hips. He panted, shaking his head from side to side, sinking into the pleasure. Minutes passed as Hagrid played with Severus, seeing what sounds he could draw out of the man, before deciding to take the next step. Severus let out a small cry of protest as Hagrid pulled away on both fronts. Hagrid rose up on one elbow, making sure those sultry black eyes were watching him before raising his hand to his mouth, tongue lapping at the clear fluid coating his fingers. “Oh Gods!” Moaned the smaller man, lust burning in his cell. “Delicious,” said Hagrid as he polished off the last drop. “Can I kiss yeh…down there?” In response Severus pulled his legs wide apart, arching up against Hagrid, unmistakably inviting the big man’s ministrations to continue. It was an invitation Hagrid wasted no time in accepting. His first taste of Snape’s juices left Hagrid hungering for more and he delved in like a starving man at a feast. At the first touch of that thick tongue on his clit Severus emitted a harsh throaty scream, grabbing thick handfuls of his lover’s black hair, alternating between trying to pull him away and desperately begging for more. Hagrid explored, mapping every inch of Sev’s nether region with his mouth, tongue wriggling in between the wet folds to delve into the honey sweet hole hidden within. Greedily he sucked and slurped, nibbling on the quivering flesh. One large arm was thrown over Snape’s stomach, holding the writhing body down as Hagrid slipped two fingers inside his body, thrusting in time with his oral ministrations. Abandoning himself to the pleasure Severus moaned, whimpered, mewed, and wailed, all the while thrusting his hips up as best he could against Hagrid’s eager mouth. The big man wanted more though. He wanted to see Severus come. Wetting his pinky with Snape’s own juices Hagrid carefully pressed the digit into his lover’s other hole, thrusting deep while his other hand wrapped around the pulsating shaft above and squeezed. Severus gave a harsh throaty scream that sounded like Hagrid’s name which rose, hitting an impossibly high note as he entire body arched up like a bow, a totally mind shattering orgasm ripped through him, splintering his mind into a million pieces. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. Overloaded, everything shut down and he blacked out. When Severus came to Hagrid was laying a ring of gentle kisses about his collarbone. “Yeh all right Sev’rus?” “I…I think you melted my brain.” Hagrid gave a soft laugh, laying his head on Snape’s sweaty chest. “Can’t have that now.” Severus ran his hands along Hagrid’s equally sweaty back. “No, we’re not done yet.” “Well,” now the big man became concerned. “I don’t think it’ll work Sev, I’m too big, I’ll hurt--.” Severus silenced him with a kiss. “Don’t be an idiot. There are spells that can help you know.” “Oh rights, spells.” Hagrid nuzzled the enticing neck, shifting so that Severus could feel his impressive erection pulsing against his stomach. Merlin! The man was absolutely enormous! Running trembling fingers along the massive shaft Snape whispered the spell, letting the magic flow out slowly, controlling the speed and advancement of the spell’s effect. “Reducio.” Now it was Hagrid’s turn to gasp and shiver beneath his lover’s touch. He didn’t know which felt more exciting, the spell or Sev’s long fingers stroking him. Easing back Snape halted the magic, studying the results. Hagrid’s organ was still an impressive length and girth only he now lay within the limit Sev’s body could accept, or at least he hoped so. Severus desired nothing so badly right now than to feel Hagrid inside him, fucking him into the mattress with his mighty shaft. “Yeh think it’ll fit?” Hagrid said dubiously, a little unsure, he still looked mighty big. “Yes,” Severus plucked the pot of lubricant from where he’d placed it earlier that evening. Scooping up several fingerfulls of the greasy stuff Severus rubbed it between his hands, warming it before rubbing it onto his lover’s cock. “Ah Gods! Merlin!” Hagrid flung his head back, sucking in great gulps of air. As much as Severus loved touching Hagrid’s cock he had to stop. Later when there was time he’d explore more, see how the heated organ tasted, how it would respond to his mouth. Right now he just wanted it inside him. Laying back he spread his legs as wide as they would go, holding onto his thighs for good measure. “Please Rubeus, please fuck me?” “Nah, not fuckin’, I’ll makes love ter yeh.” Hagrid lay one more kiss on this delectable lips, giving Severus a taste of his own nectars, before positioning himself, holding the slick shaft in one hand, guiding the blunt head in. Severus bit his lip, fingers clutching his legs so hard he was sure to leave bruises, as the flared head entered his hot channel. It was big, so big! Breeching his body, splitting him in half. Deeper, pace painstakingly slow, it continued on till Hagrid encountered an unexpected barrier. Looking up at Severus he saw the shock that must be on his own face mirrored there. “I’m a…virgin?” Severus questioned incredulously. “Seems so,” Hagrid agreed, forcing himself to remain absolutely still. “Sev’rus, tell me, do yeh really want me ter…ter..” In answer Severus hands drifted down to Hagrid’s ass, grabbing both cheeks and pulling as hard as he could. His scream of pain was sharp but blessedly short as the great cock tore through his barrier. The feeling of being stretched to the limit was incredible, pleasure and pain combined. Too frightened to move Hagrid waited, not wanting to add to his lover’s pain. Severus breath slowly evened out and he gazed up at the half-giant, smiled, and flexed inner muscles around his cock. “Please..oh gods!..Move…” He couldn’t help it, Hagrid growled, grabbed those outstretched legs, and began a slow thrusting, each one a bit deeper than the last till he was in as far as he could go. Severus panted, shaking, and begged for more. Drunk on Sev’s whimpering pleas Hagrid increased his pace they were crashing together, his heavy balls slapping against Snape’s pale buttocks with every powerful stroke. “Yes..yes..yes..more…oohhhhgodohgod..please..please..don’t stop…deeper…” Snape’s litany inflamed Hagrid. Grasping the lean waist he rolled over and suddenly Severus found he was on top straddling the big man. Severus gave a shuddering moan as Hagrid’s hot shaft penetrated deeper, opening his body farther than he thought humanly possible. Muscles trembling, inner recesses clenching, Severus grabbed onto Hagrid’s forearms as the big man began to lift and lower his body. He established a slower rhythm than before, grinding his hips against Sev’s, creating the most delicious friction. Above him Severus was crying out, getting louder, higher and more intense with each thrust. Finally it was all too much, Severus gave a wild shriek as a shockwave of pleasure slammed into him, the orgasm more intense and powerful than the last. Hagrid felt he’d just put his cock into a vice! The rhythmic pressure overrode his fragile control and he too came, filling Severus to overflowing with one long pulse of seed after another. The sight of it, pearly white rivers running down those quaking thighs sent Hagrid spurting all over again, triggering yet another orgasm in his lover. Together they rode out the last tremors, Severus collapsed against him, both panting from their monumental efforts. As Severus drifted off to sleep, still sprawled on top and connected to Hagrid, he was dimly aware of the big man drawing the covers up over them both. Morning crept silently into the third floor rooms, pale winter sunlight falling on the tangled sleeping couple. Severus awoke first having yet to grow completely used to such light in the morning. Comfortably warm and relaxed Severus closed his eyes, listening to the slow rhythmic heartbeat beneath his cheek. It was a sound he would never tire of hearing no matter how old he grew. Sometime during the night they had finally separated and he had slipped over to lay draped halfway across Hagrid’s body. Little surprise there, this position was evidently becoming Snape’s favorite when he took to sleeping with the bigger man. They were also surprisingly clean. (Rubeus must have woken some time last night and used a cleaning spell.) Severus smiled, body moving to stretch…and gave a soft little yelp. Stilling immediately he examined his reaction before giving an experimental wriggle, hissing at the dull pain the tiny move produced. He was quite sore between his legs. Not entirely unexpected, what with it being his first time and the size of his partner. No matter, one of the lesser healing potions he’d stored up here for emergencies would take care of this minor problem. It still seemed unreal somehow, like a dream he feared to awaken from. All his life Severus believed there lived no one in the world who could possibly feel any tender emotion towards him. Wait, that wasn’t entirely true. His real father had adored him, and Severus was certain his mother cared deeply for her only child. But his step-father and the rest of his relatives loathed the very sight of him and cursed the day he became part of their family. There were no friends growing up at the mason unless you counted the house elves, nor really any at school either. Severus barely dated as a teen and by the time he reached adulthood he’d abandoned that particular venture as hopeless. What previous sexual contact he’d experienced before last night had been nothing short of brutal. What then, in Merlin’s name, did Rubeus see in him that everyone else had missed? Could it be due to his giant blood? Was there some element inherited from his mother’s race which granted her son a depth of vision beyond all others? Well, whatever it sprang from Severus thanked every deity and spirit that Rubeus Hagrid possessed it in such abundance. Hmmm, abundance. A lazy pleasured smile spread across his face. Abundance certainly was the perfect word to describe Hagrid’s talents. What magic that man could perform with just his hands and mouth. And that tongue! Great Prospero’s balls! That organ should be on the Ministry’s list of dangerous artifacts! Delightful shivers swept through his frame as Severus remembered how his lover had brought about his first orgasm of the night before. Night before? It was morning now. Wasn’t there some special about this morning he was to remember? Of course, Christmas! Last night was Christmas Eve so naturally today was Christmas. Childlike excitement bubbled up in his breast leaving him fighting the urge to leap from the bed and rush to see his presents. But this wasn’t just about him. Severus longed to see his lover’s face as Hagrid unwrapped his gifts. And no doubt Rubeus would enjoy seeing how his presents to Severus were accepted. Only the big was still asleep and Severus was loathe to wake him after the smaller man had been so hard on him last night. An unexpected giggle burst from his lips as Severus’ mind worked over that last thought. If anyone had been hard on another last night it was Hagrid. The man’s erection had felt like it was made of steel as it forged its way into Snape’s body. Fortunately the dilemma was solved when Hagrid’s eyes drifted open, awakened by the sweet sound of Snape’s tiny laugh. “Good mornin’ Sev’rus. Merry Christmas,” came the half-giant’s soft greeting, accompanied by a hug and a soft kiss on his lover’s forehead. “Good morning Rubeus and Merry Christmas.” Severus replied, nuzzling against the big man’s chest, tongue flicking across one dark nipple. “Ah, none o’ that now,” Hagrid reluctantly said. “How do yeh feel this mornin’? I..I didn’t hurt yeh did I?” “I am sore but it’s nothing that can’t be alleviated by a simple potions application. You can help with that.” “Oh? What’ve I gotta do?” Severus rose up onto his elbow, gazing down on the other man with surprisingly warm eyes. “It has to be..rubbed into the afflicted area.” “Rubbed?” that hungry look returned to Hagrid’s eyes. “Rubbed. So, do you believe you are up to the task?” “Not yet, but I will be,” the bigger man growled and pulled Severus down, devouring his lips in a hungry kiss, feeling an equal hunger burning within his lover. For long minutes they contented themselves with kisses and simple touches before finally stopping. There would be time enough for lovemaking later. This was Christmas morning and there were presents waiting to be opened beneath the tree. Pulling on the bathrobes Severus transfigured from two sheets the men went about seeing to the room and their needs first. Hagrid relit the fire while Severus ordered a small breakfast from the house elves. They sat down on the rug before the now roaring fire nibbling toast and drinking tea and coffee, separating the gaily wrapped boxes into two piles. Snape’s heart was pounding with excitement as he eyed the boxes before him, mind whirling about trying to figure out what Hagrid might’ve gotten him. “Here, yeh go firs’.” Hagrid nudged the largest box. “Try this one.” “Very well.” It was impossible to take matters slowly. Severus quickly tore through the paper, scattering it everywhere in his excitement. Exposed before him was a large wooden box with a latch which he opened. Raising the lid Severus gasped at what lay within. “Rubeus how on earth…?” was the breathy question Severus asked as raised a bottle filled with a deep red liquid spelled to prevent it from spoiling. The label said Dragon’s blood. The box was full of bottles, each one containing a potion ingredient, some quite rare and impossible to get here in England. Severus ought to know as he tried unsuccessfully to in the past to obtain such things. “Bunyip scales, Veela hair, Gorgon hair, Erumpent horn fluid, Yeti fur, Acromantula venom and silk, Boomslang skin,” Severus read aloud, just to name a few of the wondrous box’s contents. A total of twenty bottles, each lovingly labeled and stored for presentation. “I’ve got lots o’ friends. I help them, they help me,” Hagrid shrugged, a shy smile on his shaggy face. “Thank you Rubeus, this is wonderful. Now it’s your turn, open one.” “All rights.” Following Snape’s example Hagrid opened the largest box first. Inside was a wooden box almost identical to the one he’d given the smaller wizard. And wonders of wonders inside were 17 completed potions, each one a healing agent of some kind. “I wanted to be sure,” Severus’ voice was low, eyes downcast. “If you ever got hurt, that you’d have the best possible potions available, not that swill Poppy threw to you.” “Aw thanks Sev,” Hagrid leaned forwards and kissed Severus. When he pulled away Snape was blushing again. “You’re welcome.” The next present Severus opened contained three pairs of silk pajamas colored midnight blue, deep burgundy, and of course Slytherin green. Rubbing the material against his cheek Severus imagined what the exotic garments would feel like against his naked skin and promised himself to find out at the first opportunity. Hagrid was looking forwards to seeing Severus in the sexy things, and anticipating removing them even more. Hagrid’s next gift was a pair of large gloves made of Graphorn hide. Expressing his approval and appreciation the half-giant tried them on, flexing his fingers and thanking Severus over and over again. These would certainly come in handy. Only one present was left and Hagrid pressed the small gold box into Severus’ elegant hands, setting back and watching as he tore away the wrappings with sudden intensity. Untying the gold thread Severus lifted the lid. Inside were several layers of fine gauze which he delicately picked away. “Ohhhh,” breathed his lover has he held up the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes upon. The pendant was exquisitely detailed, each leaf and berry carved and stained so carefully that it almost looked real. “Mistletoe?” Severus ran one finger over the glossy wood, feeling the wide range of spells lingering inside. “Were wha’ got me my firs’ kiss,” now it was Hagrid’s turn to blush. “And the spells? I feel so many!” “Ah,” Hagrid rubbed the back of his neck in mild embarrassment. “I couldn’t cast all the spells meself so I asked some friends fer help. Teachers, students, forest friends, and a few wizards from Hogsmeade, they all helped.” Looking down Snape noticed the box wasn’t empty yet. Another pendant lay inside, almost identical to the one he’d first pulled out. Hagrid watched as his lover held a mistletoe pendant in each hand. “Why two?” “Fer me last gift I hope.” Hagrid took the first pendant from Sev’s fingers, shifting his body so he was balancing on one bended knee. Severus went absolutely still, mind unable to comprehend the magnitude of Hagrid’s actions. “Sev’rus Snape, I love yeh.” No, he couldn’t be, he just couldn’t be asking…could he? “I pledge meself to yeh mind, body, an’ soul, will yeh marry me?” Yep, that’s what he was doing all right. “Sev’rus?” Snape blinked, too shocked right at the moment to do anything more than breathe. Hagrid had actually said he loved him, that he wanted to marry him. Marry him! Him, the most hated and feared professor on staff, the bane of countless children. Why would such a fine man as Rubeus want with him? “Yeh don’ have ter answer rights away,” fingers stroked his hand where the other pendant lay. If Severus said yes then he would give Hagrid the second pendant back to the big man when he recited his part of the ceremony. Did he want to? Yes. “Rubeus, I accept your pledge and offer my own. I pledge myself to you mind, body, and soul. I…love you too.” “Yes? Yeh accept?” Hagrid gave a whoop and snatched Severus up into his arms, planting dozens of kisses over Snape’s face which the other man was only too willing to return. Breaking off a moment Hagrid took the pendant he carved for Severus and secured the silver chain around his pale neck. It was a stretch but Severus was able to copy the movement. They’d have to repeat the binding ceremony with a proper witness before it became legal in the eyes of wizarding society; this moment was strictly for them. Severus flinched as Hagrid’s leg rubbed the sensitive flesh between his legs. “Do yeh wants that rubbin’ now Sev?” the hot breath in his ear whispered. Severus clung to his new husband like a drowning man clings to a raft. “Yes.” “All rights then.” It didn’t seem to matter that Severus was still in his arms, Hagrid rose to his feet as easily as he always did, carrying his beloved husband to their marriage bed. “I’m still hungry,” the smaller wizard whispered seductively in the ear he was licking. “Do yeh wants me ter ring the elves?” He settled his precious load on the soft sheets. Severus lay back on the bed, a sultry look on his flushed face. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind sharing some chocolate with me, I purchased it in Hogsmeade.” “Hmm, that sounds good. Don’t usually eat chocolate, makes me randy.” “Thank Merlin for chocolate then.”
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