#snarriet

スネイプを失った戦後のハリ♀

このハリ♀は学生時代にスネイプのことを愛し始めていたし告白もしたんだ…フラれちゃったけどね🥲それから戦争になりスネイプの最後の瞬間を見届ける時、スネイプはこのハリ♀に対して未練のある素振りをしてしまったんだ。スネイプが死んでからハリ♀は自分も愛されていたことに気づいてしまって愛が毒に変わり始めた。孤独を埋めるために夜な夜なスネイプを探してスネイプに似た男とセックスをするんだ。そして朝になって何事もなかったかのように仕事をして日常に擬態する。やめてしまえばこのハリ♀は狂ってしまうからこれでいいんだ🌚

post-war Harry

After losing Severus...

nose kiss💕

Snape×femHarry!cute🌚cute🌚

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

“Don't worry, I have a plan,” she informed him. He had just sent a patronus to McGonagall, informing her that Harriet had returned without Dumbledore, who had died after accidentally activating an inferus trap left by Voldemort. She returned via portkey and he was treating an injury of hers and she wished to be alone. It was technically the truth.

Severus had forgone the tea this time and went straight for the Scotch. A finger for Harriet and two for himself. It had been such a long and tiring night. Bill Weasley had been maimed, but at least none of the students or staff were severely injured.

Well, except for Dumbledore.

Severus eyed Harriet from behind the rim of his glass.

“I certainly hope so, considering you just bollocked all of Dumbledore’s. Killing him was supposed to have cemented me at the Dark Lord’s side.”

“You’ll be too busy.”

His eyes narrowed at her.

“Doing what?”

“Harriet Potter will be going on the run as soon as school lets out. You’re going to request to chase her.”

“And why would he grant this?”

“You’ve known me for six years, and you actually know how to blend in with the muggle world. And he’ll want someone with subtlety and restraint. Me killing Dumbledore is bound to intrigue him and he’ll want answers from me. You’re the most obvious choice.”

“You want me to follow you around Great Britain while you hunt for horcruxes?”

She chuckled a bit.

“Ron and Hermione will be traveling all around the world using muggle transportation. It will look like a backpacking trip to the muggles, taking buses and trains, and planes, staying in youth hostels. Also traveling to remote places like the Amazon. You’ll be pretending to track them. It will look like the three of us went on the run. In actuality, you’ll be with me.”

“Why take me with you?”

She smirked at him the way she always does when she flirts.

“Purely selfish reasons. I kind of like you, you see, and I want to keep you around.”

Severus smiled back, content in the knowledge that she built her plans to include him simply because she wants him there.

Severus considered the plan.

“That would certainly keep me busy enough to be unreachable for long periods of time.”

“It only needs to be long enough for you and I to find and destroy the remaining horcruxes. And we’ll need to take a trip to Egypt at some point, the Library of Alexandria. I have some research to do to ensure this plan works.”

“And what about the one in you?”

“I’m not planning to die, so I won't be destroying it,” she revealed.

Severus finds himself relieved to know that she won’t be sacrificing herself. He quite likes her too, and hopes she sticks around.

“How do you plan to destroy the Dark Lord if he still has horcruxes?”

“I won’t be destroying him.”

This gives him pause. Earlier, when (nearly) asked by Draco if she had switched sides, she hadn’t actually answered in the negative. If she had switched sides, he knows with absolute certainty, he would follow her back there. The conviction surprises him somewhat. He has no loyalty left there. He can only conclude that his loyalty is now completely to her.

“I will be killing him. He is too much of a threat to you to leave in a physical body.”

And isn't that something. This young woman has killed and planned and strayed just to protect him. He was supposed to be the one protecting her.

“He will become a wraith once more,” he warned. He knew it was unnecessary though. Her mischievous smile was back.

“Thats where my plans for Egypt come in.”

He’s curious but he’s had enough of this conversation. His heart was soaring with emotions he dare not label at this time, and her smile was doing something to him he could no longer ignore. He’s also achingly hard. He stood and approached her in her armchair. Her smile grew, her eyes locked with his, and he knew that she knew she had him. She parted her legs to give him space to fit between them.

He knelt in front of her, and raised his hand to cup her face.

“Tell me later,” he whispered as he leaned in, and she flew forward to meet him. She kissed him with the fervor of a glutton. One hand slid into his hair, while the other gripped the back of his neck. She opened her mouth and her tongue danced with his, both groaning at the release of this tension between them which had haunted them both. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close against him. He pressed her down into the chair with his weight, mostly on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around his own waist. She clearly didn't want him escaping or changing his mind.

He was well past changing his mind. He had fought this for a while, sure, but if she loved him this much, to do what she had done, the least he could do was stop fighting both their hearts.

Her hips snapped up against his, and they moaned into each other’s mouths. Her hands moved to his shoulders, pushing his robes down and off. Okay, they were undressing. Fine. He wanted to make love to her, to show just how much he appreciated her efforts.

To save his soul, she had said. Like his soul was precious to her, worth preservation.

She likes him light it seems, and he finds he likes her somewhat dark. The willingness to kill to save him.

They would be glorious together.

They disrobed in quick order, the rutting paused only momentarily to remove trousers and underpants. As soon as they were, fingers and hands reached between legs.

“Fuck me, Severus,” she moaned into his mouth when he began to rub at her clit. She pumped him at a pace to match.

He kissed down to her neck, two fingers making their way inside her, stretching her open.

“On the couch,” she managed to breathe out. “On my stomach.” Well. She knows exactly what she wants.

He picked her up and stood, hand cupping her ass as rubbed her dripping slit against the head of his cock.

“God, Harriet.”

He deposited her on the couch, where she turned onto her stomach, one leg dangling curled off the side. He sat behind her and braced her with a hand on her ass. He smacked it lightly, and she moans, hips jerking back.

He finds out quickly she has a filthy mouth.

“Oh yeah, Daddy! Spank me harder. I’ve been so fucking bad.”

She screams out her pleasure as he gives each cheek a nice smack. Then he grabs his cock and lines it up with her entrance. She reaches back to grip his thigh. He presses in, and they both moan. He keeps sliding in steadily until he can't anymore.

“Oh fuck, baby, it’s so deep.”

He pants above her and starts rocking his hips.

“So tight, Harriet,” he breathes out, feeling his control slipping. He quickens his pace, skirting past the love-making he had intended and into a rough fucking. It's her fucking mouth’s fault. His pace turns brutal.

“Just for you, Daddy! Just for you! Oh, just like that! Harder! God, you fuck me so good! Yeah, pound my pussy! Ah, thank you, Daddy! Oh fuck yeah, baby!”

He pressed his front completely to her back, hand reaching down to flick at her clit while he pounds her into the couch.

“Ahhh! I love you, Daddy!

She shakes with the force of her orgasm, her cunt fluttering and gripping his cock. He comes with her.

“Oh, yeah, Daddy, come inside me!”

They collapse together, utterly spent. Eventually, he’ll move them to the bed, but for now, he holds her, and lets her hold him.