Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Snape

Summary/Disclaimer: Snape gets a lesson in dragon care from the Master himself.

Distribution: archive away!

Feedback: Please...I've never done this particular duo before

Author's note: A special thanks to "newsstand" for giving me the idea...

Warning: This story is Slash.

Severus Snape took his usual walk after lunch, slowly along the path that circled the lake. As he walked, he groused to himself about his incompetent students, certain nosy teachers, and the general disarray of the world. But as his walked progressed, Snape could feel the tension slowly leaving his body.

A warm, kind sun beat down upon his shoulders and he approached a large grove of trees where he secretly took afternoon naps. Snape sat under the largest tree and rested his back against its trunk. He leaned his head back and closed his dark eyes. Suddenly, his eyes flung open.

"Good God! What is that smell?" Snape growled out loud. He scrambled to his feet and looked around. Something stank.

Snape wondered around the ever-thickening grove of trees, his nose twitching and a snarl on his face.

He peered though a line of hedges, and walked through an opening, glancing to his left. He abruptly stopped when he turned the corner; the sight before him was not what he had expected. A rather small dragon, about 12 feet tall, was defecating at the edge of the clearing.

Snape stood there in disbelief.

"Bet you've never seen one poop, huh?"

Snape jumped, and turned only to come face-to-face with the speaker.

"Who the hell are you and what is *that* doing on these grounds?" snarled Snape, pointing a demanding finger at the dragon.

"You don't remember me?"

"No."

The young man held out his hand, "Charlie Weasley, Dragon Master."

In Dumbledore's office, Charlie Weasley sat back his chair, feet stuck straight out in front of him, hands back behind his head, apparently very relaxed.

Snape sat straight upright, glaring at the young man. Snape looked at Charlie Weasley, his watchful eyes taking an inventory of Charlie's body: His hair was messy, he had a five o'clock shadow, and he had an attitude. His dress was strange as well. He did not wear wizard's clothing. Nor did he wear the typical muggle clothing. To Snape, he looked and dressed like a poet.

"Charlie is here to fill in for Hagrid while he's gone," explained Dumbledore. "Charlie has been kind enough to bring a very tame dragon with him. He is a Dragon Master and will be teaching the students how to care for it."

"Tame?" asked Snape incredulously.

"Yes," answered Dumbledore.

Charlie had an amused look on his face when he finally spoke. "You're not afraid of it, are you Snape?"

"*Professor* Snape," spat Snape.

"You're not my professor anymore, Severus, I believe we have become colleagues," replied Charlie briskly.

Snape glared, Charlie grinned, and Dumbledore sat behind his desk observing the two men.

"I'm sorry you found about Hagrid's replacement by stumbling across a dragon, Severus," said Dumbledore in his best political prose, "but I'm sure this arrangement will be what best serves the students".

"Besides," added Charlie with a laugh in his voice, "the kids will think it's cool!"

Snape inwardly groaned as he resignedly got up and left Dumbledore's office to return to his dungeon.

After Snape dismissed his students, he sat down behind his desk exhausted. Today's class had been particularly trying. Longbottom had spilled two separate cauldrons and had created quite a disruption when the entire room filled with dark blue smoke. He was glad to seem them go...almost as glad as they were to leave.

Severus Snape had almost 30 seconds of silence before his solace was interrupted.

"Snape...Professor Snape?" asked a familiar voice.

"Yes," answered Snape without interest.

Charlie Weasley walked breezily into the dungeon. Was it just Snape's imagination, or did the room seem to lighten up when he entered?

"I need a favor," said Charlie, seating himself in a student's desk and facing the Potions Master.

"What a surprise," answered Snape with irony.

Ignoring him, Charlie continued, "What I need is a potion. Something for me. Something dastardly. (Charlie grinned) Something to keep me awake all night tonight while I baby-sit Brutus."

"Brutus," said Snape flatly.

"The dragon you met. Yeah, Brutus," answered Charlie.

"The dragon I met," repeated Snape, almost absent-mindedly.

Severus Snape seemed preoccupied. Charlie sat in his chair looking back at Snape in mild confusion.

"Professor? Severus? Is everything ok?" asked Charlie.

Snape pulled himself out of his wondering thoughts and put his full gaze upon Charlie's face. How intense that face was!

"Why do you need to sit up all night with Brutus, Charles?" asked Snape.

"Charlie."

"Excuse me?" asked Snape.

"Please call me Charlie. No one calls me Charles...and because it's his first night away."

Snape continued to study Charlie before asking, "His first night?"

"Oh, well, yes," said Charlie cautiously, "you may not be too familiar with dragons; if you want me to, I'll explain."

"Go ahead," said Snape, his curiosity betraying him.

"Brutus is very tame...don't get me wrong. But he needs my full and alert attention all night in a new place. Most dragons are like that. They tend to get overly excited, otherwise. When they get overly excited, they get sick. When dragons get sick, they almost never fully recover. As tough as they look, they are quite delicate."

Snape stared at Charlie as he spoke. His face seemed to light up as he talked about Dragons. This was an obvious obsession. His hands moved when he talked, his chest rose with every breath, and his whole body seemed alive with electricity.

"How very interesting," replied Snape.

"So, will you help me?" asked Charlie.

"Yes," answered Snape.

After a late dinner, Charlie took off for his spot beyond the trees to stay with Brutus. A small tent awaited him with plenty of blankets and pillows, a lantern, food, and a few books. Brutus sprawled out comfortably nearby.

Soon after Charlie settled down outside of the tent, Snape showed up with a large carafe.

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Charlie, indicating the jug.

"It's coffee," answered Snape. When a disappointed look washed over Charlie's face, Snape added, "Special coffee."

Snape walked over to where Charlie was seated. Cautiously eyeing a nearby Brutus, Snape sat down next to Charlie. He presented two mugs and poured the steaming drink for them both.

Without looking up, Snape spoke as he poured, "I'd like to stay if that's ok."

"Sure." answered Charlie.

Snape wordlessly handed Charlie his mug. As Snape sipped in silence, Brutus stirred, repositioning himself and went back to sleep.

"You were right about me," said Snape quietly, "I am afraid of him. If you repeat that to anyone, I will not be pleased."

Charlie smiled. "It will be our secret."

"Will he attack?" asked Snape.

Charlie laughed at that, heartily slapping his knee.

"I'm sorry, Sev, I don't mean to laugh at you," stuttered Charlie, "but Brutus is a pussycat. The truth is, I sort of lied to you. Brutus is the only dragon I know that needs to be baby-sat when staying in a new place. He's a complete wimp."

Severus faintly smiled, "Nice name. Brutus."

"Yes, isn't it?" replied Charlie, grinning back.

The two men sat in silence along side a small pile of wood that sat outside the tent. After a few minutes, Charlie got up and gathered some small twigs and placed them at the base of the fire. He knelt down before it and began to rub two sticks together. Rolling his eyes, Snape produced his wand and taped the pile, sparking it into a healthy blaze.

"I believe that's cheating, Snape," snarled Charlie, a bit perturbed.

"*Professor* Snape", replied Snape, evenly.

Charlie remained crouched before the fire and rubbed his hands together, holding them spread over the fire. His hands were large and perfect. Charlie's face was intent as he stared into the fire. Two or three longer strands of his hair strayed down in front of his face. Snape reached over and brushed them out of Charlie's eyes.

"I did remember you, you know," said Snape quietly.

"I know," answered Charlie, meeting Snape's tender expression.

"You were different..." said Snape, leaving the sentence unfinished and unexplained. But Charlie understood his train of thought.

"I liked you," Charlie answered, explaining.

"I was an absolute shit to you," stated Snape, simply.

"I thought you were beautiful," said Charlie.

Snape shot a surprised look at Charlie. The Weasley in him shown through...a crimson flush appeared at his neck and crept up to his face.

"I should not have said that," apologized Charlie softly.

As the fire flickered Snape leaned forward and whispered huskily in Charlie's ear, "Say it again."

Charlie gasped as Snape's hot breath lapped against his neck. He turned and grabbed Snape by his lapels and pulled him in quickly and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Beautiful," Charlie said throatily.

Aroused by Charlie's intensity, Snape allowed the kiss to deepen. He slid his tongue inside, brushing Charlie's.

"Oh, my, Professor Snape," breathed Charlie.

"This is hardly the time to start being polite," hissed Snape, pulling Charlie down on top of him.

Charlie squirmed, nestling in so that his knee rested between Snape's legs. A knee pressed against a hardness that grew there.

"Severus..." Charlie whispered.

Snape struggled to loosen his own robes, but had difficulty. Charlie was on top of him, groping him madly.

"You're making things difficult, Weasley," growled Snape.

"Don't you mean *hard*?" teased Charlie, pressing his knee against Snape's erection.

"A little help?" said Snape, his voice sounding desperate.

Laughing, Charlie rolled off of Snape and began to take over where Snape's trembling fingers failed. Charlie began to unfasten Snape's robes.

"Stand up," Charlie said softly.

Snape stood.

"Why do you insist on wearing robes all day?" asked Charlie as he worked. But when the unfastened robe pooled at Snape's feet unveiling Snape's lean naked body, Charlie simply said, "Oh."

Snape slowly undressed Charlie as well. He was quite speechless as Snape removed Charlie's shirt, his pants, and passed a fluttering hand over his swelling manhood.

Charlie wrapped his arms easily around a thinner Snape, pulling Snape's body close to his own. Being the same height, their erections pressed together quite perfectly. Charlie ground his hips, affecting a moan from Snape. Snape kneaded Charlie's buttocks pulling him even tighter against his own aching body.

"God, man, you're hung like a horse," breathed Charlie, his voice scratchy.

"Thank you. Shut up and get into the tent," replied Snape.

Smiling, Charlie turned and began to crawl into the tent. Snape dropped down behind him quickly, grabbing his butt and kissing him, biting him there.

"Sev-" sputtered Charlie, caught unaware on hands and knees.

Snape kissed him again, licking his cheek, tasting his skin, where the cheeks met. Charlie arched in response.

Snape reached under, cupping Charlie's balls and Charlie groaned. Snape wet his own finger, slowly and seductively in his own mouth and then slid it gently into Charlie. Charlie screamed, overcome with pleasure.

Snape softly caressed Charlie's back and whispered hoarsely, "Have you ever?"

"No," came a strangled reply.

"Then let teacher show you how."

Snape slid his finger back in as Charlie panted, his breaths coming in short spurts. A second finger joined the first and Charlie gasped, clawing at the blankets that lined the tent. Snape slowed down his assault and bent forward to kiss the small of Charlie's back. Snape whispered comforting words. Charlie could not hear them, but rather felt them.

By the time the third finger was added, Charlie was bucking, begging for more. His ruffled hair hung over his face.

"Now! Dammit, now, Snape," yelled Charlie over his shoulder, "Please!"

Snape gently withdrew his fingers and easily slid into Charlie as he gasped for air. Snape pushed gently and steadily into him and then held perfectly still while Charlie adjusted. After a few seconds, Charlie began to push back only to gasp again, as his knees began to shake from the new sensation.

"Be still," Snape commanded.

Charlie complied.

Slowly, Snape could feel Charlie start to relax. Snape pulled partly out and returned with a slow, tentative thrust.

"Again," Charlie begged.

Again, Snape pulled partly out and pushed in again, slightly harder this time.

"Yesssss," Charlie hissed, almost weeping.

Snape began a slow, methodical pulse, pushing deeper with each thrust. He reached around to the front of Charlie and grabbed his cock. It felt huge and hot to Snape. He stroked it greedily as he thrust inside of Charlie, feeling his climax build. Charlie was beyond speaking. His breath was ragged and sweat beaded along his shoulders as a trail of it trickled down between bunched muscles.

Snape growled as he came deep inside of Charlie. He pushed in deeper yet, burying himself to the hilt, spilling his seed. Charlie felt Snape pulsing, throbbing and heard his cries. As Snape came, his stroking became more intense and Charlie was soon coming too, fiercely begging for it never to end.

Charlie collapsed on the floor of the tent and Snape fell on top of him, still inside.

"Please, Severus, stay where you are as long as you can..." pleaded Charlie in a whisper.

"Of course," murmured Snape in return.

As Snape lay on top of Charlie, it wasn't even ten minutes before a soft snoring signaled Charlie's surrender to exhaustion. Snape pulled slowly away from Charlie and started to roll off when he felt something cold and wet touch the back of his calf.

Snape turned and found himself nose-to-nose with Brutus.

"SHIT!" exclaimed Snape, sitting up.

"I think we woke him up," said Charlie groggily.

Snape remained speechless as he backed away from Brutus who was curiously sniffing, head cocked to one side.

"That potion of yours was worthless, by the way," teased Charlie.

"You never drank any," growled Snape not daring to take his eyes from Brutus.

"You drank some, right?" asked Charlie sleepily.

Snape glared at him, and than at Brutus, and then back to Charlie, who was already back to sleep.

"Oh, great," growled Snape. He crawled out of the tent, past Brutus. Snape stood, pulled his robes back on and sat down by the fire, wide-awake. Brutus nestled down beside Snape and fell asleep as well. Shaking his head in disbelief, Snape remained at the fire, at Brutus's side, throughout the night.

Fin.