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rareslashTitle: Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Severus Snape.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter: Marauder Age
Pairing: GL/SS
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Summary: Gilderoy needs a potion and there is only one student to go to.
A/N: This is entirely dedicated to my beloved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
elanor_isolda who is always a doll and is always true to her OTP. This is for her Snart Contest
Gilderoy ambled along the corridor in the hopes of finding a certain student, rumoured to be the best at Potions. He needed a fairly complicated one, and he wouldn’t trust anyone but an expert to make it for him. The truth of the matter was that he was just the slightest bit embarrassed.
He turned the corner and headed straight into the Potions Dungeon. Yes, there he was; just the wizard he’d been looking for.
“Uh – Severus, is it? I am in much need of your assistance,” Gilderoy began, without preamble.
“Lockhart. What are you doing here? Don’t you have an appointment with the Slytherin Common Room mirror? I, unlike you, do not have time to be poncing about. I happen to be quite busy at the moment.” Severus returned to his simmering cauldron with mild irritation. There was nothing more annoying than a prima donna.
“Look Severus, we’re fellow Slytherins aren’t we? We’re supposed help each other. Now, I’ve heard rumours that you’re the best at Potions at this little school of ours. Am I mistaken?”
Severus smirked. “No, you're not. I happen to pride myself on my ability to make even the most difficult potions.”
“I need you to make one for me.” Seeing Severus’s face, Gilderoy hastily added, “Normally, I’m more than equal to whipping up a potion myself! In fact, I’ve often been told that I’m a Potions master in the making, if only I didn’t have so many other talents to cultivate. Unfortunately, I’m too busy at the moment to do it myself, and I thought that you’d be glad of the practice. It’s a task of some importance, you see.”
“Why, pray tell, should I do anything for you?” Severus asked coldly.
“House camaraderie?”
“House camaraderie indeed! You do realise that the very notion of camaraderie goes against the basic principles of our illustrious house?”
“Which principles are these?”
“Slytherins are ambitious. We are cunning. We are not a bunch of Hufflepuffs. We Slytherins do anything to achieve our own ends. If you want bleeding camaraderie, you should have been one of those wretched Gryffindors.”
“So there’ll be a price then?”
“Of course! Would you imagine it to be otherwise?”
“Well, dear Severus, what is the price for your special brand of expertise?” Lockhart was beginning to get impatient.
“First, tell me what it is that you want me to brew and why?” Severus was starting to be quite curious about what would bring Gilderoy Lockhart, of all people, to the point of asking for help.
Gilderoy blanched, but realised there was really no way to get the potion he desired without explaining the circumstances surrounding his need.
“Well, I was with this very charming girl from Ravenclaw. She owled me constantly during the summer. She simply loved my treatises Studying with Slytherins, Vying with the Vipers, and Potions with the Pythons. Naturally, I appreciate the sort of discriminating person who’s read my extensive oeuvre.”
“Enough rambling. Would you please get on with it?” Severus asked irritably. This was taking entirely too much time.
“Severus, don’t get all huffy. As I was saying, I was with this Ravenclaw. Gladys Gudgeon. We were getting, er -- rather intimate. I was attempting to amaze her with my impressive manhood and dastardly know-how in the bedroom, but… How best to explain? All I can tell you is that some jealous rival must have hexed or charmed me, because Gilderoy Junior refused to put in an appearance. A metaphorical one, that is.”
Severus stared at Lockhart for a few moments before he burst out laughing. It had to be the funniest thing he’d ever heard: the wizard who was, supposedly, second only to Malfoy in the Casanova stakes, couldn’t get it up. Preposterous. It was entirely too hilarious. And the boy wanted a potion to help him? A potion indeed! There was only one possible reason for his problem, and it wasn't something a potion could fix.
“I can’t help you, Lockhart. Sorry, there’s nothing I can do. More specifically, nothing that I can brew to help you.” Severus tried to regain enough composure to look thoroughly bored by Lockhart’s trouble. However, he couldn’t quite manage it.
“You can’t help?” Gilderoy was beginning to panic. He couldn’t afford to get a reputation for this sort of failure; it would finish his career before he’d even started. “Why not?”
“You, Gilderoy Lockhart, are gay. Blatantly so,” Severus sneered. He wondered if he could convince Lockhart of this sufficiently to get him to go with him to that hidden alcove near the Common Room.
“Am I? I never thought of myself as such. Are you certain?” Gilderoy asked quizzically.
Severus stared at him, musing that Gilderoy was lucky to be so good-looking, because he’d never known anyone as vapid or stupid, Black included.
“I’ve never seen someone so in love with a man before. The fact that the man in question is yourself is beside the point,” Severus returned, smirking all the while.
“But, I can’t be. The women. My fame. My celebrity. It wouldn’t do for me to be gay.” Lockhart sounded desperate.
“If you’re planning to be famous, I’d suggest you become familiar with a good memory charm.”
“Pish, Severus, you’re joking. I’m not really gay, am I?” Gilderoy laughed rather shakily.
Severus raised his eyebrow. This was going to be entirely too easy. However, it would make up for the fact that he’d wasted so much time and his neglected potion was ruined.
“No, I’m completely serious. You are gay. Queer. Even Wingardium Leviosa couldn’t get you up for a girl. Now, if I may get back to my work…” Severus looked rather pointedly at the door. “Or do you require further proof?”
“Proof?” Gilderoy was starting to feel a bit warm.
“Yes, Lockhart, proof. Proof that you would like nothing more than a hard cock up your poncy arse.” Severus leered at him, which made Lockhart squirm.
“Proof would be, um, most welcome,” Lockhart all but squeaked out.
Severus advanced on the uncharacteristically nervous boy, pushing him up against the wall.
“How’s this for proof?” he asked, before covering Lockhart’s lips with his own. Lockhart moaned, parting them, allowing Severus’ tongue to taste him. He was secretly relieved that Severus’ body was pressing him to the wall, because his knees were unsteady. He reached up, threading his fingers through Severus’ lanky hair, not minding its greasiness in the least.
Severus pulled back for a moment to look at Lockhart. His eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was slack and panting.
He leaned in and inhaled the scent of Lockhart’s neck, biting and sucking the soft skin. His hands traveled down Lockhart’s sides, encountering only thick material: he took a step back, unfastening Lockhart’s robes before parting his own. He leaned back in and reveled in the sensuousness of skin against skin, licking a path from Lockhart’s neck down to his chest, nibbling the peaked nipples while slowly stroking Lockhart’s prick.
“I guess that’s something, eh, Severus?” Gilderoy spoke shakily, noticing that the problematic part of his anatomy was extremely interested in these goings-on. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue as he felt his cock enveloped in moist heat. Severus swallowed Lockhart down, closing his eyes as the intense flavor of the pre-ejaculatory fluids tantalised his taste buds. He buried his nose in the soft thatch of hair, enjoying the musky scent. He gripped Lockhart’s hips hard, pressing forcefully against the wall behind them. He opened his mouth, allowing the head of Lockhart’s cock to nestle in the back of his throat, and was rewarded with a flood of semen.
Lockhart had never experienced anything so amazing in his life. He could still feel the ghost of Severus’ tongue on his cock. He lay back against the wall, panting, unwilling to move. Severus stood, pulling him into a searing kiss. He could taste his come on Severus’ tongue and all he wanted was more.
Severus reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of some innocuous oil base that he used to protect his hands when dealing with dangerous ingredients, and opened it. He looked into Gilderoy’s eyes, silently asking for permission, which was readily granted. He insinuated his knee between Lockhart’ legs, spreading them further apart. He poured the oil onto his fingers and gently inserted one finger into Lockhart’s grasping hole. Slowly, patiently he prepared Lockhart, refusing to rush no matter how many times Gilderoy begged.
“Please, Severus, fuck me,” Lockhart moaned out. He couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so incredible.
Severus nodded, covering his hardened prick with the oil. He grabbed one of Lockhart’s legs, wrapping it around his waist before pressing into him. Gilderoy gasped, closing his eyes. Severus stopped, but Lockhart was having none of that. Instead, he wrapped his other leg around Severus, causing the cock to enter him fully. Lockhart threw his head back, banging it on the stone, but he didn’t care. Severus leaned in and began licking and sucking on the soft neck in front of him, slowly thrusting in and out of Gilderoy’s tight hole.
Severus had never felt this good before. It was as if all his nerves were on fire. The noises coming from Lockhart were echoing in his ears, spurring him on. He wanted nothing more than to pound viciously into Lockhart, but he forced himself to continue with deep, slow thrusts, which mercilessly stimulated Lockhart’s prostate. He held Lockhart close, kissing him deeply as his orgasm tore through his body. He lifted Lockhart off the wall, carrying him to the nearest desk, then gently pulling out. He collapsed shakily into a chair before even attempting to cover himself.
Gilderoy was lying exposed on the desk, still panting, when he spoke. “So, I am gay then.”
Severus smiled a genuine smile and replied, “Flaming.”
“And if I am ever in any doubt?”
“You know where to find me.”
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter: Marauder Age
Pairing: GL/SS
Beta:
minnow_53Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse
Summary: Gilderoy needs a potion and there is only one student to go to.
A/N: This is entirely dedicated to my beloved
elanor_isolda who is always a doll and is always true to her OTP. This is for her Snart ContestGilderoy ambled along the corridor in the hopes of finding a certain student, rumoured to be the best at Potions. He needed a fairly complicated one, and he wouldn’t trust anyone but an expert to make it for him. The truth of the matter was that he was just the slightest bit embarrassed.
He turned the corner and headed straight into the Potions Dungeon. Yes, there he was; just the wizard he’d been looking for.
“Uh – Severus, is it? I am in much need of your assistance,” Gilderoy began, without preamble.
“Lockhart. What are you doing here? Don’t you have an appointment with the Slytherin Common Room mirror? I, unlike you, do not have time to be poncing about. I happen to be quite busy at the moment.” Severus returned to his simmering cauldron with mild irritation. There was nothing more annoying than a prima donna.
“Look Severus, we’re fellow Slytherins aren’t we? We’re supposed help each other. Now, I’ve heard rumours that you’re the best at Potions at this little school of ours. Am I mistaken?”
Severus smirked. “No, you're not. I happen to pride myself on my ability to make even the most difficult potions.”
“I need you to make one for me.” Seeing Severus’s face, Gilderoy hastily added, “Normally, I’m more than equal to whipping up a potion myself! In fact, I’ve often been told that I’m a Potions master in the making, if only I didn’t have so many other talents to cultivate. Unfortunately, I’m too busy at the moment to do it myself, and I thought that you’d be glad of the practice. It’s a task of some importance, you see.”
“Why, pray tell, should I do anything for you?” Severus asked coldly.
“House camaraderie?”
“House camaraderie indeed! You do realise that the very notion of camaraderie goes against the basic principles of our illustrious house?”
“Which principles are these?”
“Slytherins are ambitious. We are cunning. We are not a bunch of Hufflepuffs. We Slytherins do anything to achieve our own ends. If you want bleeding camaraderie, you should have been one of those wretched Gryffindors.”
“So there’ll be a price then?”
“Of course! Would you imagine it to be otherwise?”
“Well, dear Severus, what is the price for your special brand of expertise?” Lockhart was beginning to get impatient.
“First, tell me what it is that you want me to brew and why?” Severus was starting to be quite curious about what would bring Gilderoy Lockhart, of all people, to the point of asking for help.
Gilderoy blanched, but realised there was really no way to get the potion he desired without explaining the circumstances surrounding his need.
“Well, I was with this very charming girl from Ravenclaw. She owled me constantly during the summer. She simply loved my treatises Studying with Slytherins, Vying with the Vipers, and Potions with the Pythons. Naturally, I appreciate the sort of discriminating person who’s read my extensive oeuvre.”
“Enough rambling. Would you please get on with it?” Severus asked irritably. This was taking entirely too much time.
“Severus, don’t get all huffy. As I was saying, I was with this Ravenclaw. Gladys Gudgeon. We were getting, er -- rather intimate. I was attempting to amaze her with my impressive manhood and dastardly know-how in the bedroom, but… How best to explain? All I can tell you is that some jealous rival must have hexed or charmed me, because Gilderoy Junior refused to put in an appearance. A metaphorical one, that is.”
Severus stared at Lockhart for a few moments before he burst out laughing. It had to be the funniest thing he’d ever heard: the wizard who was, supposedly, second only to Malfoy in the Casanova stakes, couldn’t get it up. Preposterous. It was entirely too hilarious. And the boy wanted a potion to help him? A potion indeed! There was only one possible reason for his problem, and it wasn't something a potion could fix.
“I can’t help you, Lockhart. Sorry, there’s nothing I can do. More specifically, nothing that I can brew to help you.” Severus tried to regain enough composure to look thoroughly bored by Lockhart’s trouble. However, he couldn’t quite manage it.
“You can’t help?” Gilderoy was beginning to panic. He couldn’t afford to get a reputation for this sort of failure; it would finish his career before he’d even started. “Why not?”
“You, Gilderoy Lockhart, are gay. Blatantly so,” Severus sneered. He wondered if he could convince Lockhart of this sufficiently to get him to go with him to that hidden alcove near the Common Room.
“Am I? I never thought of myself as such. Are you certain?” Gilderoy asked quizzically.
Severus stared at him, musing that Gilderoy was lucky to be so good-looking, because he’d never known anyone as vapid or stupid, Black included.
“I’ve never seen someone so in love with a man before. The fact that the man in question is yourself is beside the point,” Severus returned, smirking all the while.
“But, I can’t be. The women. My fame. My celebrity. It wouldn’t do for me to be gay.” Lockhart sounded desperate.
“If you’re planning to be famous, I’d suggest you become familiar with a good memory charm.”
“Pish, Severus, you’re joking. I’m not really gay, am I?” Gilderoy laughed rather shakily.
Severus raised his eyebrow. This was going to be entirely too easy. However, it would make up for the fact that he’d wasted so much time and his neglected potion was ruined.
“No, I’m completely serious. You are gay. Queer. Even Wingardium Leviosa couldn’t get you up for a girl. Now, if I may get back to my work…” Severus looked rather pointedly at the door. “Or do you require further proof?”
“Proof?” Gilderoy was starting to feel a bit warm.
“Yes, Lockhart, proof. Proof that you would like nothing more than a hard cock up your poncy arse.” Severus leered at him, which made Lockhart squirm.
“Proof would be, um, most welcome,” Lockhart all but squeaked out.
Severus advanced on the uncharacteristically nervous boy, pushing him up against the wall.
“How’s this for proof?” he asked, before covering Lockhart’s lips with his own. Lockhart moaned, parting them, allowing Severus’ tongue to taste him. He was secretly relieved that Severus’ body was pressing him to the wall, because his knees were unsteady. He reached up, threading his fingers through Severus’ lanky hair, not minding its greasiness in the least.
Severus pulled back for a moment to look at Lockhart. His eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was slack and panting.
He leaned in and inhaled the scent of Lockhart’s neck, biting and sucking the soft skin. His hands traveled down Lockhart’s sides, encountering only thick material: he took a step back, unfastening Lockhart’s robes before parting his own. He leaned back in and reveled in the sensuousness of skin against skin, licking a path from Lockhart’s neck down to his chest, nibbling the peaked nipples while slowly stroking Lockhart’s prick.
“I guess that’s something, eh, Severus?” Gilderoy spoke shakily, noticing that the problematic part of his anatomy was extremely interested in these goings-on. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue as he felt his cock enveloped in moist heat. Severus swallowed Lockhart down, closing his eyes as the intense flavor of the pre-ejaculatory fluids tantalised his taste buds. He buried his nose in the soft thatch of hair, enjoying the musky scent. He gripped Lockhart’s hips hard, pressing forcefully against the wall behind them. He opened his mouth, allowing the head of Lockhart’s cock to nestle in the back of his throat, and was rewarded with a flood of semen.
Lockhart had never experienced anything so amazing in his life. He could still feel the ghost of Severus’ tongue on his cock. He lay back against the wall, panting, unwilling to move. Severus stood, pulling him into a searing kiss. He could taste his come on Severus’ tongue and all he wanted was more.
Severus reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of some innocuous oil base that he used to protect his hands when dealing with dangerous ingredients, and opened it. He looked into Gilderoy’s eyes, silently asking for permission, which was readily granted. He insinuated his knee between Lockhart’ legs, spreading them further apart. He poured the oil onto his fingers and gently inserted one finger into Lockhart’s grasping hole. Slowly, patiently he prepared Lockhart, refusing to rush no matter how many times Gilderoy begged.
“Please, Severus, fuck me,” Lockhart moaned out. He couldn’t take it anymore. It felt so incredible.
Severus nodded, covering his hardened prick with the oil. He grabbed one of Lockhart’s legs, wrapping it around his waist before pressing into him. Gilderoy gasped, closing his eyes. Severus stopped, but Lockhart was having none of that. Instead, he wrapped his other leg around Severus, causing the cock to enter him fully. Lockhart threw his head back, banging it on the stone, but he didn’t care. Severus leaned in and began licking and sucking on the soft neck in front of him, slowly thrusting in and out of Gilderoy’s tight hole.
Severus had never felt this good before. It was as if all his nerves were on fire. The noises coming from Lockhart were echoing in his ears, spurring him on. He wanted nothing more than to pound viciously into Lockhart, but he forced himself to continue with deep, slow thrusts, which mercilessly stimulated Lockhart’s prostate. He held Lockhart close, kissing him deeply as his orgasm tore through his body. He lifted Lockhart off the wall, carrying him to the nearest desk, then gently pulling out. He collapsed shakily into a chair before even attempting to cover himself.
Gilderoy was lying exposed on the desk, still panting, when he spoke. “So, I am gay then.”
Severus smiled a genuine smile and replied, “Flaming.”
“And if I am ever in any doubt?”
“You know where to find me.”
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