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FLOPSY

by spinner

Cohabitation with the Boy Who Lived did have its drawbacks, but those were usually outweighed by certain advantages. Severus had learned quickly to judge Harry's mercurial moods, and he knew how to react to him or how to get a reaction from him within seconds. Snape chalked it up to living so many years in the mental battlefield between Dumbledore and Voldemort. Having survived those two and having the scars to prove it, well, surviving Potter was child's play by comparison. Still, unpredictable things did sometimes happen. Like this morning, for example.

Harry had awakened next to him, laughing in his sleep, rubbing his eyes with long fingers as he tried to muffle the sounds of mirth that were springing from his throat. Severus lifted one eye, then the other, able to make out shapes in the near-dawn light but nothing more. Face round with amusement, Potter rolled over and brushed his rough chin against Snape's bare chest. He left a trail of kisses that ended at his lover's own chin. Harry was still chuckling, waiting.

"Severus?" he murmured, his deep voice rumbling. "Severus, I've had the funniest dream. Are you awake?"

There's no point lying to a clairvoyant, especially one humming with energy and sounding your person at the moment. Severus soundlessly raised one brow as their eyes met. Harry nestled his cheek against Severus's pillow, resting nose to nose with him. Down below the sheets and blankets, long arms sought purchase around his chest and back, and long legs stretched out against his own, measure for measure. Toes tickled his shins before rubbing against his toes too.

"It was about Voldemort," Harry laughed, his voice groggy. "You remember him?"

It was a foolish and innocent question that could have only come from Harry. Ten years had done nothing to erase the memory of that cold face and those burning eyes from Severus's mind. Snape nodded, and Harry chuckled.

"He was alive."

Severus was waiting for the funny part to begin. Harry's nose brushed his as Potter leaned close enough to whisper.

"Well, briefly, he was alive. Draco and I killed him again, but….the spell….the spell…"

Harry was having trouble either breathing or laughing, maybe both. Snape pulled back and roughly rummaged his hands through Potter's dark locks, pretending to shake him back to his senses. Harry pulled in a deep breath.

"We was rabbits. I had been a dragon, but the transfiguration spell malfunctioned and made me a rabbit instead. Draco too."

"I'm waiting for the funny bit," Severus whispered as Harry rolled onto his stomach on top of him. Severus traced his lover's nose and imagined soft fur, feeling the tickle of body hair and lean muscles against his stomach and abdomen. Their sexes brushed together and Harry eased his entire frame up and down until they were lying comfortably as one from head to toe. It was wonderful to be so relaxed with another person, and the contentment they felt was voiced in their mutual sigh.

"Everyone was rabbits. Everyone turned to rabbits, everywhere," Harry explained further.

"Yes?"

"You weren't there, because you were dead, I think."

"Is that the funny bit?" Snape questioned dryly.

"No," Harry defended.

"Are you sure I was dead?"

"Not entirely. I'm a bit foggy on that. But everyone was rabbits, and you were not there. And I married Ginny. And we had little rabbits."

Harry was now squeaking with laughter again.

"Rabbits," Severus said plainly.

"We named them after everyone we knew, but we kept having rabbits," Harry laughed, burying his face in Snape's chest. "We named them after Mum and Dad, after you, after Dumbledore, after Ron, after Hermione, everyone I ever met. But we kept having more rabbits."

"Rabbits," Snape repeated. "What else did you do with your time?"

"Made more little rabbits," Harry gasped, shaking with laughter. "We started running through the alphabet, and then….and then….."

"Still waiting for the funny part," Severus murmured. "What else happened?"

"There wasn't time for anything else. Just for making more rabbits. Some of them were red like Ginny, and others were dark like me, others had little thunder bolts on their heads, and others had stars or white patches or moons. There were all these tiny rabbits bouncing around our house, and we eventually started running out of names. Draco was a silver rabbit with long ears."

"Still not funny," Severus whispered. Harry only laughed harder, pausing to kiss slowly up and over to Snape's chin again.

"They wouldn't fit on the train," Harry sniffed, hovering above him briefly before giving him a gentle kiss on the mouth.

"What train?" Severus managed to ask, curling fingers through dark locks and moving Harry's hot wet mouth down his neck. Teeth nipped at him.

"Hogwarts Train," Potter whispered before giving another nip.

"You were putting your children on the train?"

"They had to go to school, but they wouldn't all fit," Harry squeaked.

"That's the funny bit?"

Harry's chin rested on Severus' shoulder, and Potter's laughter spilled down Snape's skin. The young man was shaking, his ribs and sides shuddering. Severus caressed his sides and grasped his hips, thrusting their bodies together to jolt Harry back to reality.

"They wouldn't all fit on the train," Harry repeated. "They wouldn't all fit……on the train."

"Harry Potter," Severus chided. Dark locks and green eyes lifted to meet his. The two men remained face to face as Harry held his smile behind tightly-clenched lips. His squared jaw, shadowed in stubble, was shivering with ill-concealed mischief.

"Mm hmm?" Harry questioned.

"Foolish, silly nonsense. Bum fluff, I tell you," Snape stressed, giving Harry's backside a sharp whack with one hand.

"Complete nonsense. I quite agree," Harry said solemnly. He was struggling not to laugh out loud.

"Even in your dream world, you must have more important things to do with your time than fornicate about making little Potters with Ginny Weasley," Severus huffed.

"They wouldn't all fit on the train……" Harry buried his face on Severus's chest and snorted wet, sticky laughter.

"Even if I had been dead, I would have resurrected myself and come to straighten you out," Severus threatened, kneading Harry's backside and caressing his spine.

"I bet you'd make a fearsome bunny rabbit," Harry whispered gleefully. "You'd be this frightening, fanged, saber-toothed rabbit, I'll bet."

"You damned right I would," Severus replied.

He seized Harry's mouth and kissed him, turning mirthful chuckles into lustful moans with the correct application of mouth, hands, and teeth. They wrestled about as if fighting for the strongest hold. Severus sank his teeth into Harry's shoulder and turned him over on the bed. One binding spell later, Harry was on his back, arms under him, writhing as Severus traced kisses and bites down his bare chest. Strong thighs parted to stronger hands, and Harry panted noisily as Severus grabbed his cock and started to stroke him. Snape peered upwards through mussed, lank hair, watching Harry's cat-like eyes close to slits of green and finally to crescents of dark lashes. Potter's mouth opened as he gasped with pleasure. Severus stroked harder and smirked to himself, watching Harry with love and amusement, wishing evilly that Ginny Weasley could be right there watching them.

Would Miss Weasley recognize the boy hero-Harry she had so adored in the disheveled, beard-shadowed man whispering Severus's name as he writhed sensually with growing abandon? Would she be like the other shameless-smitten females who followed Harry wherever he went , convinced that she and she alone could be perfect for Harry if only she had a chance with him? Would she be like the witch last year who had cast a dysfunction spell on all the Ministry's lifts and broken her wand in order to trap herself and Harry alone in a tiny compartment for six hours until her spells could be undone from the outside? Would she be like the drunken cow who the other night had pranced up to the restaurant table where Severus and Harry and Mordred were sharing dinner, flipped out one breast from her low neck line, and asked breathlessly for Harry's autograph? (Yes, Potter had signed her ample piece of anatomy, smiling in sheepish embarrassment at Mordred's wide eyed shock. 'Dad! I can't believe she DID that!')

Or would Ginny Weasley have joined the growing number of Harry's admirers who mailed howlers and poison-pen letters to Snape's office and home, signed with no return address, filled with words of bile and hate for the man no one could yet believe Harry had chosen to spend his life with? Snape rather thought he would have found Miss Weasley there, under cover of jealousy and darkness.

Both were emotions he knew and understood too well. Harry was whimpering now under his control, very near the edge. Severus rubbed Harry's stomach with one hand, slowing his strokes with the other as he cast wordless, wandless spells. He lifted Harry's hips and entered his relaxed and oiled passage, stretching bent knees aside and thrusting with all the anger and jealousy that he felt. Harry arched, bound arms trapped under his back, chest stretching with each panted breath. Severus measured each thrust to tease him, pleasure him, punish him for every imagined infidelity even it had only been in Potter's foolish dreams. The usual panting, growling and moaning was interrupted by an unusual sound—soft, hurried laughter.

"Mm….angry….sex," Harry whispered, gasping each syllable, his mouth curving with naughty pleasure as his eyes opened slightly.

Severus replaced those teasing words with more moaning. Nice trick that—an engorgement spell. One every wizard should know. Harry was writhing again, strong thighs shuddering as he tried to move against the enormous shaft inside him.

"Oh, yes…..yes….oh….oh…..oh……ugh….Severus…..oh….fuck…."

The way Harry's face stretched and pulled in every direction when he came was something Severus was certain Ginny Weasley would have never recognized. Harry's innocent expression of ecstacy was nearly priceless. How could he remain surprised every time this happened? He was biting his lips shut to stem the flow of words and sounds bubbling underneath. One groan came through when Severus licked his ear. Harry quivered under Severus as Snape rode through his own selfish pleasure, greedily pounding into pliant flesh and drinking in Harry's now-meek submissiveness with great need. Once they both had felt their release, he lapped delicate, apologetic kisses against Potter's damp temples, wrapping arms through bound arms and smiling possessively down at the man in his grasp.

"I can imagine being a rabbit," Severus offered, waiting for Harry to bite. Confused and befuddled, Harry watched him, working up a half smile with what little energy he had left. Severus released the binding spell and they curled up in each other's arms. There were a few moments of slow kissing, and caresses were given to cover bites made in the heat of the moment. Severus would have to spend the day petting and caressing him at every turn, being reassuring if he wanted Harry in his bed again tonight.

"Feeling rather flopsy myself at the moment," Harry whispered, anticipating the joke to Snape's surprise. Potter's bemused, breathless chuckles followed them both back to dreamless sleep.

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