Snarry One Shots

Strange Bedfellows

Summary: When Harry and Snape are kidnapped by Death Eaters, the only way out is to overload the wards - and the only way to do THAT is sex magic. Both are virgins, so it's all awkward and embarrassing... until it's not.

Ships: SeverusSnapexHarryPotter

All credit goes to Anonymous on Ao3

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"So what do we do now, Professor?"

"We do nothing," Snape snapped at Harry. "You stop your incessant nattering so I can think."

Harry kicked at the locked door again. Still locked, of course, and the thick wood was probably magically reinforced, but kicking it felt good. Felt like he was trying something, anyway. He and Snape had already paced out their cell - approximately eight feet square, stone walls and a hardwood floor, with a ceiling Snape couldn't reach even on tiptoe. The only light came from the crack under the door, to which Harry's eyes were slowly becoming adjusted. There was no food or bedding or anything to piss in, which meant this room probably wasn't meant for long-term prisoner storage, which - to Harry's mind - probably meant they were due for some unpleasantness soon. Bellatrix, in particular, had seemed especially eager to get her claws into the "traitor."

And wasn't that a surprise! Really, Harry had known for a while that Dumbledore trusted Snape for some reason, but he'd halfway suspected it was more that Snape intended to be allied with the winning side no matter who they might be. He could have easily handed Harry over to his Death Eater friends when they sprang their ambush in Diagon Alley and been assured of Voldemort's approval. Instead, he blasted the first two masked wizards arse over teakettle and had taken out four more by the time the rest realized what was going on. It was just Harry's luck that the Death Eaters caught the two of them in a quiet side street where no one else could see - and that he and Snape had been too busy arguing with each other to notice when the anti-apparition ward went up. Only after he and Snape had both been petrified, disarmed, and crucioed a few times for good measure were they portkeyed to Merlin-knows-where, in this dark little room, waiting for Voldemort to decide what to do with them.

Harry held his silence for as long as he could, but eventually he burst out, "How long do you think we have before they come back?"

Snape made a noncommittal noise.

"Like, are they waiting for Voldemort to come gloat, or what? That's usually what he does, right? I mean, from what I've seen from inside his head, he does a lot of gloating. And brooding. Seems to really like torturing people, too, and not just muggles. Surely we can do something besides sitting here like, well, sitting ducks?"

"Highly unlikely," Snape said with a sigh. "There's no telling how long we'll be here, but there's nothing much we can do besides wait and plan."

Waiting sounded awful. Not that Harry was eager to undergo another round of the cruciatus, but how could Snape be so fatalistic? Their wands were gone, that was the first thing Snape had checked for, but Harry had done wandless magic a time or two before. Accidental, but still. "Lumos!"

Snape sighed. "Potter, are you just waving your finger as if it were a wand? Can't you feel the magic-dampening wards in here?"

"I felt them, just didn't know what they were. Can't we get around them?"

"No."

"Can we overpower them?"

"Powerful as you are, Potter, you can't pull down ancient warding on your own."

"Can we work together, then?" Surely Snape - who, rumor had it, knew more dark arts when he was a first-year than most aurors learn after a lifetime on the job - would know of some obscure way to combine their magic and get around the stupid dampening ward. "There's got to be some way."