11th Day of Christmas
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, someone wrote for me
Eleven Nighttime trysts
Ten interruptions
Nine drinking sessions
Eight silly gifts
Seven slightly kinky
Six romantic gestures
Five AUs
Four crossovers
Three serenades
Two smutty drabbles
And a fic that's rather angsty
MT
Bill/Clarissa
PG13
140 words
It was at Bill’s house that they had the most trouble. Bill admitted it herself: in some ways she just had Too Many Brothers. Bill and Clarissa, according to Bill’s family, were Friends – no less, and certainly no more. And Bill’s brothers were everywhere, it seemed, whenever Clarissa thought that she might hold Bill’s hand, or when Bill leaned in for a quick kiss. The night times were the only time they got some privacy; and Bill would whisper “midnight” to Clarissa as a sort of mantra as they kept their daytimes platonic.
“Your room or mine?” Clarissa would tease; for it was always Clarissa’s room – the one room in the house that was never invaded by the boys without at least some warning. And they would smile their ever-so-non-platonic smiles at each other and wait for their night-time trysts.
MT
Alicia/Betty
118 words
Everyone knew that Alicia and Betty were friends. Betty had even persuaded her mother to write, begging Miss Grayling to put them in the same house. She hadn’t specified why, though…
It was the nights that were hard. Meetings between Towers were strictly forbidden. But didn’t forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest? The North Tower girls never realised that when Alicia planned their rule-breaking midnight feasts, it was nothing to her regular rule-breaking missions. She and Betty would lie together in the sunken garden on summer nights, limbs entwined, passion flaring.
“We shouldn’t,” Betty would smile.
“I know,” would answer Alicia. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
And they would laugh together under the passing phases of the moon.
CS
The Gang
G
80 words
“What’s your name?”
The plot device blushed.
“I’m not saying,” she mumbled.
“Oh go on. It can’t be that awful,” coaxed Mary-Lou Trelawney.
The plot device nodded vigorously and covered her face with her hands.
“And we’ve got to call you something,” added Vi Lucy encouragingly.
The plot device looked up at the Gang, surrounding her with sensible, friendly faces.
“Oh, all right,” she burst out. “My name’s Nighttime. Nighttime Tryst.”
And after that, there was nothing anyone could say.
Lavender/Parvati
PG
20 words
“I’m sorry,” whispered Lavender, slipping cold-feet-first into Parvati’s bed. “Forgive me?”
And Parvati’s kiss suggested that she did.
Ginny/Luna
PG
61 words
“I wish I were a Ravenclaw with you,” said Ginny, shivering in the darness of an empty classroom, lit only by the tips of two wands.
Luna smiled dreamily at her, running fingers through thick red locks so different from her own linty tresses.
“But you will be, of course – next time."
And Ginny never did find out what she meant.
Severus/Remus
PG
77 words
“Do you… love me?” asked Remus, the shocked inexperience clear in his voice.
“No,” said Severus viciously, black eyes glinting in the darkness. “I despise you. Everything about you, and your empty-headed muggle-loving friends.”
“I see,” Remus said quietly.
Severus leant against the door, blocking his way.
“No, I don’t think you do. You see, I’m going to have you anyway.”
“If that’s the way you want it.”
Remus swallowed his pride and his love and submitted.
Lucius/Remus
PG13
211 words
Lucius was Head Boy when Remus fell in lust. Remus? He was twelve, already weighed down with the knowledge that he was a werewolf. A gay werewolf? It was the last straw, he thought; but his humiliation was complete when his blond idol was the one to discover his suicide attempt that November night and foil it. Lucius saw, Remus knew, something of his feelings written across his face; and the smallest of satisfied smiles graced Lucius’s lips.
“Why… Lupin, is it not?” he murmured. “I think you had better come to my office.”
The Head Boy’s office was a private sanctum only accessible by the great student himself. Even staff were obliged to knock and wait for entry. Lucius had ever been one to take advantage of his situation.
“So tell me, Lupin – what was it that drove you to this?”
“I… I…” muttered Remus, his cheeks flushed.
The smile played about Lucius’s lips once more.
“I see. Do you know, Lupin, I think I know the cure. You need something to worship; I… need to be worshipped. Kneel.”
Remus refused…. Was going to refuse when he glanced first at Lucius’s face and then at the tell-tale bulge in the elder’s robes – and fell. Lucius – Lucifer – Remus knelt and worshipped.
Lucius/Severus
PG13
120 words
It was dark, but Lucius’s blond hair stood out like a halo around his head.
“What is it that the Christian God is supposed to say? ‘Ask and ye shall receive.’ Ah, but I, Severus, am no God, and I say ‘Beg, and ye might receive.’” He held his head high, proud and beautiful; fatal and dangerous. “And you, Severus? You say…?”
Severus was drowning in the compelling depths of those grey eyes. Severus – so talented, so mentally strong – was to be brought to his knees by this boy, four years his senior, who aroused a lust that could not be trammelled.
“I say please, Lucius. Please.” And the boy who had never asked for anything pleaded to be taken.
Severus/Sirius
R
541 words
Sirius was frightened of the dark. He was frightened of the dark and it angered him. It was so damn illogical. No boy in his late teens should have such a ridiculous, shameful fear. When his lover suggested they met outside in the dead of night, fear warred with bravado… and bravado won.
Or did it? Sirius said so to himself because he couldn’t admit that it was another fear, even stronger, even more terrifying, that led him to agree. Fear of exposure.
He, Sirius Black, girl magnet extraordinaire, hetero stud of Hogwarts… was gay. Was, in fact, creeping out at night to meet his boyfriend – though that was a word that Sirius refused to use. Sirius didn’t know how to describe Severus Snape… well, actually, that wasn’t true: he could think of lots of defamatory descriptions – evil dark wizard, total bastard, nasty piece of work – but none of these quite explained what he was doing sneaking out of Hogwarts to meet the one boy he disliked and despised more than any other. It made no difference to their animosity, this mutual need, mutual desire – unless to make it stronger. Each hated the other more for provoking feelings they couldn’t control.
Sirius shook with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he walked briskly out to the edge of the wood. He stubbornly refused to look behind him, knowing that once he’d turned around for the first time, he’d find it harder not to look again and again.
Severus was waiting for him, his dark clothes concealing him until Sirius was practically standing on top of him. Sirius just at the sight of him, and concealed his overwhelming sense of relief with a few curt words.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“It seemed to surprise you,” agreed Severus sardonically.
“I didn’t precisely expect you to be hiding in the bushes.”
“I didn’t expect you to be so nervous. What are you afraid of, Black? Afraid your friends might catch you sneaking out to meet me? Afraid of what might happen to your reputation?”
“No,” lied Sirius defiantly.
“Really? What do you think your friend Potter would say if he knew?” prodded Severus cruelly.
“None of your fucking business,” retorted Sirius, unable to prevent himself taking a quick nervous look over his shoulder.
“No,” agreed Severus softly. “But you are, aren’t you? You are precisely my fucking business.”
He leant a meaning to the words that hadn’t been present in Sirius’s speech and took a sadistic pleasure in watching Sirius’s expression change from anger to desire. Sirius swallowed convulsively, then, steadying his voice, said
“Yeah, I am. And that being so, Sevvy…”
He strode forward and pushed Severus against the tree, kissing him forcefully. Severus pulled his head free.
“Still the same Black, I see. No finesse.”
“No?” Desire was thickening Sirius’s voice. “Perhaps you’d better show me your moves then, Sevvy.”
Sirius found himself on the ground, Severus’s hard body covering him. Then Severus moved and
“Oh God,” groaned Sirius.
It was moments like this that he lived for; moments like this that despite the shame and hatred kept him coming back to Severus.
As he came, hard, Severus’s hand on his cock; Severus’s cock in his arse, he swore never again.
Luna/Ginny
PG
54 words
“I don’t see why we had to come out here in the middle of the night to meet,” said Ginny in bewilderment. “We see each other every day in school.”
“Those are meetings,” Luna said with the utmost seriousness. “This is a tryst.”
“Well, what’s the difference?”
“This,” said Luna simply; and kissed her.
Sirius/Severus
R
494 words
A movement in the shadows of the dungeon.
“What the…?” Sirius turned, wand in hand.
“Out late, aren’t you, Black?” jibed Severus Snape.
Sirius pulled himself together.
“Oh yeah? And what about you, Snivellus? What are you doing skulking around in the dungeons at this time of night?”
“Minding my own business.” The sneer on Severus’s face was marked. “A busy night out, it seems. I’ve already sent a Ravenclaw girl packing. A fifth-former who thought she owned the place. I disillusioned her.”
Sirius swore fluently.
“Serena! It’s taken me months to persuade her to come down. And I’m so horny that even you’re beginning to look attractive.” He stopped suddenly, eyes appraising Severus. “Fuck it,” he said angrily, and stepped forward.
Snape was stronger than he looked but Sirius’s grasp of his wand wrist was like iron. Severus found himself pushed back against the dungeon wall, Sirius’s mouth on his. The kiss was heated and punishing; they could both taste blood and neither knew whose it was. Breathing heavily, still with his hand bruising Snape’s wrist, Sirius looked him in the eye.
“You’re frightened my girl away, Snivellus. Okay, to make up, you’re going to be my girl tonight. Understand me?”
Severus’s face was paler even than usual, yet with a faint pink tinge.
“In your dreams, Black.”
Sirius laughed shortly.
“Don’t give me that. Everyone knows you’ve laid down for scumbag Malfoy times out of mind. Tonight you’re going to lie down for me.”
He twisted Severus’s arm brutally until the other was forced to drop his wand. One leg between his thighs, both hands forcing Severus against the wall, he kissed him again. It was as forceful as before, hatred-filled, vengeful. And Severus opened his mouth to snarl obscenities, but found that he was submitting to an ever deepening embrace. He could feel Sirius’s erection against his leg, and to his horror felt his own body responding in kind. Loathing himself and Sirius, he made another struggle to free himself, but only found himself up closer and more personal with Sirius.
Sirius himself felt revenge melt under lust; ice met flames and combusted. Without realising it, they were on the floor; Severus’s struggles changing in barely perceptible movements to passion as he pushed against Sirius in anything BUT an attempt to escape.
Sirius’s mouth was on his ear, hot and demanded.
“Fuck, but you’re good, Sevvy.”
Robes were thrust aside, mouths again joined as Sirius used all his experience to seduce and all too willing Severus. The hatred was not forgotten: but who would have realised what an edge, what passion it would add to their fucking?
They came, almost together, lying with panting breaths in the sticky mess of their own making.
“Oh yes,” breathed Sirius, in wonder.
“I hate you,” spat Severus, anger fighting shame.
“Hate me like that any time,” retorted Sirius, and he strode back to his dormitory, his habitual swagger concealing the panicked shock he felt.
Eleven Nighttime trysts
Ten interruptions
Nine drinking sessions
Eight silly gifts
Seven slightly kinky
Six romantic gestures
Five AUs
Four crossovers
Three serenades
Two smutty drabbles
And a fic that's rather angsty
MT
Bill/Clarissa
PG13
140 words
It was at Bill’s house that they had the most trouble. Bill admitted it herself: in some ways she just had Too Many Brothers. Bill and Clarissa, according to Bill’s family, were Friends – no less, and certainly no more. And Bill’s brothers were everywhere, it seemed, whenever Clarissa thought that she might hold Bill’s hand, or when Bill leaned in for a quick kiss. The night times were the only time they got some privacy; and Bill would whisper “midnight” to Clarissa as a sort of mantra as they kept their daytimes platonic.
“Your room or mine?” Clarissa would tease; for it was always Clarissa’s room – the one room in the house that was never invaded by the boys without at least some warning. And they would smile their ever-so-non-platonic smiles at each other and wait for their night-time trysts.
MT
Alicia/Betty
118 words
Everyone knew that Alicia and Betty were friends. Betty had even persuaded her mother to write, begging Miss Grayling to put them in the same house. She hadn’t specified why, though…
It was the nights that were hard. Meetings between Towers were strictly forbidden. But didn’t forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest? The North Tower girls never realised that when Alicia planned their rule-breaking midnight feasts, it was nothing to her regular rule-breaking missions. She and Betty would lie together in the sunken garden on summer nights, limbs entwined, passion flaring.
“We shouldn’t,” Betty would smile.
“I know,” would answer Alicia. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
And they would laugh together under the passing phases of the moon.
CS
The Gang
G
80 words
“What’s your name?”
The plot device blushed.
“I’m not saying,” she mumbled.
“Oh go on. It can’t be that awful,” coaxed Mary-Lou Trelawney.
The plot device nodded vigorously and covered her face with her hands.
“And we’ve got to call you something,” added Vi Lucy encouragingly.
The plot device looked up at the Gang, surrounding her with sensible, friendly faces.
“Oh, all right,” she burst out. “My name’s Nighttime. Nighttime Tryst.”
And after that, there was nothing anyone could say.
Lavender/Parvati
PG
20 words
“I’m sorry,” whispered Lavender, slipping cold-feet-first into Parvati’s bed. “Forgive me?”
And Parvati’s kiss suggested that she did.
Ginny/Luna
PG
61 words
“I wish I were a Ravenclaw with you,” said Ginny, shivering in the darness of an empty classroom, lit only by the tips of two wands.
Luna smiled dreamily at her, running fingers through thick red locks so different from her own linty tresses.
“But you will be, of course – next time."
And Ginny never did find out what she meant.
Severus/Remus
PG
77 words
“Do you… love me?” asked Remus, the shocked inexperience clear in his voice.
“No,” said Severus viciously, black eyes glinting in the darkness. “I despise you. Everything about you, and your empty-headed muggle-loving friends.”
“I see,” Remus said quietly.
Severus leant against the door, blocking his way.
“No, I don’t think you do. You see, I’m going to have you anyway.”
“If that’s the way you want it.”
Remus swallowed his pride and his love and submitted.
Lucius/Remus
PG13
211 words
Lucius was Head Boy when Remus fell in lust. Remus? He was twelve, already weighed down with the knowledge that he was a werewolf. A gay werewolf? It was the last straw, he thought; but his humiliation was complete when his blond idol was the one to discover his suicide attempt that November night and foil it. Lucius saw, Remus knew, something of his feelings written across his face; and the smallest of satisfied smiles graced Lucius’s lips.
“Why… Lupin, is it not?” he murmured. “I think you had better come to my office.”
The Head Boy’s office was a private sanctum only accessible by the great student himself. Even staff were obliged to knock and wait for entry. Lucius had ever been one to take advantage of his situation.
“So tell me, Lupin – what was it that drove you to this?”
“I… I…” muttered Remus, his cheeks flushed.
The smile played about Lucius’s lips once more.
“I see. Do you know, Lupin, I think I know the cure. You need something to worship; I… need to be worshipped. Kneel.”
Remus refused…. Was going to refuse when he glanced first at Lucius’s face and then at the tell-tale bulge in the elder’s robes – and fell. Lucius – Lucifer – Remus knelt and worshipped.
Lucius/Severus
PG13
120 words
It was dark, but Lucius’s blond hair stood out like a halo around his head.
“What is it that the Christian God is supposed to say? ‘Ask and ye shall receive.’ Ah, but I, Severus, am no God, and I say ‘Beg, and ye might receive.’” He held his head high, proud and beautiful; fatal and dangerous. “And you, Severus? You say…?”
Severus was drowning in the compelling depths of those grey eyes. Severus – so talented, so mentally strong – was to be brought to his knees by this boy, four years his senior, who aroused a lust that could not be trammelled.
“I say please, Lucius. Please.” And the boy who had never asked for anything pleaded to be taken.
Severus/Sirius
R
541 words
Sirius was frightened of the dark. He was frightened of the dark and it angered him. It was so damn illogical. No boy in his late teens should have such a ridiculous, shameful fear. When his lover suggested they met outside in the dead of night, fear warred with bravado… and bravado won.
Or did it? Sirius said so to himself because he couldn’t admit that it was another fear, even stronger, even more terrifying, that led him to agree. Fear of exposure.
He, Sirius Black, girl magnet extraordinaire, hetero stud of Hogwarts… was gay. Was, in fact, creeping out at night to meet his boyfriend – though that was a word that Sirius refused to use. Sirius didn’t know how to describe Severus Snape… well, actually, that wasn’t true: he could think of lots of defamatory descriptions – evil dark wizard, total bastard, nasty piece of work – but none of these quite explained what he was doing sneaking out of Hogwarts to meet the one boy he disliked and despised more than any other. It made no difference to their animosity, this mutual need, mutual desire – unless to make it stronger. Each hated the other more for provoking feelings they couldn’t control.
Sirius shook with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he walked briskly out to the edge of the wood. He stubbornly refused to look behind him, knowing that once he’d turned around for the first time, he’d find it harder not to look again and again.
Severus was waiting for him, his dark clothes concealing him until Sirius was practically standing on top of him. Sirius just at the sight of him, and concealed his overwhelming sense of relief with a few curt words.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“It seemed to surprise you,” agreed Severus sardonically.
“I didn’t precisely expect you to be hiding in the bushes.”
“I didn’t expect you to be so nervous. What are you afraid of, Black? Afraid your friends might catch you sneaking out to meet me? Afraid of what might happen to your reputation?”
“No,” lied Sirius defiantly.
“Really? What do you think your friend Potter would say if he knew?” prodded Severus cruelly.
“None of your fucking business,” retorted Sirius, unable to prevent himself taking a quick nervous look over his shoulder.
“No,” agreed Severus softly. “But you are, aren’t you? You are precisely my fucking business.”
He leant a meaning to the words that hadn’t been present in Sirius’s speech and took a sadistic pleasure in watching Sirius’s expression change from anger to desire. Sirius swallowed convulsively, then, steadying his voice, said
“Yeah, I am. And that being so, Sevvy…”
He strode forward and pushed Severus against the tree, kissing him forcefully. Severus pulled his head free.
“Still the same Black, I see. No finesse.”
“No?” Desire was thickening Sirius’s voice. “Perhaps you’d better show me your moves then, Sevvy.”
Sirius found himself on the ground, Severus’s hard body covering him. Then Severus moved and
“Oh God,” groaned Sirius.
It was moments like this that he lived for; moments like this that despite the shame and hatred kept him coming back to Severus.
As he came, hard, Severus’s hand on his cock; Severus’s cock in his arse, he swore never again.
Luna/Ginny
PG
54 words
“I don’t see why we had to come out here in the middle of the night to meet,” said Ginny in bewilderment. “We see each other every day in school.”
“Those are meetings,” Luna said with the utmost seriousness. “This is a tryst.”
“Well, what’s the difference?”
“This,” said Luna simply; and kissed her.
Sirius/Severus
R
494 words
A movement in the shadows of the dungeon.
“What the…?” Sirius turned, wand in hand.
“Out late, aren’t you, Black?” jibed Severus Snape.
Sirius pulled himself together.
“Oh yeah? And what about you, Snivellus? What are you doing skulking around in the dungeons at this time of night?”
“Minding my own business.” The sneer on Severus’s face was marked. “A busy night out, it seems. I’ve already sent a Ravenclaw girl packing. A fifth-former who thought she owned the place. I disillusioned her.”
Sirius swore fluently.
“Serena! It’s taken me months to persuade her to come down. And I’m so horny that even you’re beginning to look attractive.” He stopped suddenly, eyes appraising Severus. “Fuck it,” he said angrily, and stepped forward.
Snape was stronger than he looked but Sirius’s grasp of his wand wrist was like iron. Severus found himself pushed back against the dungeon wall, Sirius’s mouth on his. The kiss was heated and punishing; they could both taste blood and neither knew whose it was. Breathing heavily, still with his hand bruising Snape’s wrist, Sirius looked him in the eye.
“You’re frightened my girl away, Snivellus. Okay, to make up, you’re going to be my girl tonight. Understand me?”
Severus’s face was paler even than usual, yet with a faint pink tinge.
“In your dreams, Black.”
Sirius laughed shortly.
“Don’t give me that. Everyone knows you’ve laid down for scumbag Malfoy times out of mind. Tonight you’re going to lie down for me.”
He twisted Severus’s arm brutally until the other was forced to drop his wand. One leg between his thighs, both hands forcing Severus against the wall, he kissed him again. It was as forceful as before, hatred-filled, vengeful. And Severus opened his mouth to snarl obscenities, but found that he was submitting to an ever deepening embrace. He could feel Sirius’s erection against his leg, and to his horror felt his own body responding in kind. Loathing himself and Sirius, he made another struggle to free himself, but only found himself up closer and more personal with Sirius.
Sirius himself felt revenge melt under lust; ice met flames and combusted. Without realising it, they were on the floor; Severus’s struggles changing in barely perceptible movements to passion as he pushed against Sirius in anything BUT an attempt to escape.
Sirius’s mouth was on his ear, hot and demanded.
“Fuck, but you’re good, Sevvy.”
Robes were thrust aside, mouths again joined as Sirius used all his experience to seduce and all too willing Severus. The hatred was not forgotten: but who would have realised what an edge, what passion it would add to their fucking?
They came, almost together, lying with panting breaths in the sticky mess of their own making.
“Oh yes,” breathed Sirius, in wonder.
“I hate you,” spat Severus, anger fighting shame.
“Hate me like that any time,” retorted Sirius, and he strode back to his dormitory, his habitual swagger concealing the panicked shock he felt.