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works/127007.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Fred_Weasley/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Fred_Weasley, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Ficlet, Smut, Humor, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-06-16 Words: 296
****** Walking After Midnight ******
by Celandine
Summary
     Fred went up to the top of the Astronomy Tower to cool off.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Fred went up to the top of the Astronomy Tower to cool off. Really, that was
the only reason. It was too hot for him to sleep in the Gryffindor dorm rooms,
and since he knew a way to get from there to the tower easily, why not? No one
else would be around, at two in the morning, so he could stand there naked if
he wanted to.
He could even wank. Which he was doing. Not all that noisily; a lifetime of
sharing a room with George, and another few years of sharing with three more
boys, meant that he had learned to be fairly discreet about such things.
Nevertheless he was making just enough sound, what with the heavy breathing and
the slick slap of lubed skin against his palm, that he didn't hear the
completely unexpected arrival behind him.
It wasn't until the silky voice said, with infinite menace, "I think this
warrants taking a... substantial number of points from Gryffindor, really,"
that Fred was aware of Snape's presence at all.
Experience had taught him that arguing with Snape never helped. Experience,
however, was something that had always involved being fully clothed, not
standing with his prick out in the breeze, and Snape's dark eyes darting toward
it, much as he might try to disguise the fact. And Fred had never been one to
back down from a challenge.
"Wouldn't you rather take something... else substantial, instead?" he asked.
As it turned out, Snape would. It was an infinitely odd affair, pounding into
Snape's bony but quite fit – and definitely hot – arse, but Fred discovered
that it was far better than any wank by himself.
It did not, however, serve well to cool him down. Ah, well, there was always
tomorrow night.
End Notes
     Written for cruisedirector because I had a weird dream about this and
     she challenged me to write it.
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