Control

AN: One last chapter for today because I am busy tomorrow, not really sure if I manage to upload something. I know it is kind of a cliffhanger- sorry about that because we finally get to the dom/sub stuff. Tell me what you think, will you?

Ladylancelot


Questions


It was the second time that Harry woke up in Snape's massive bed and as he yawned and stretched he tried to remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he knew was that he had fallen asleep in one of those alcoves but he must have woken up and walked here. On the nighttable he found his glasses and when he could focus properly he shuffled out of the luxurious sheets and found himself naked.

Blushing deeply he tried to find his clothes but he must have lost them sometime during the night. Cursing silently he tried desperately to find anything to wear because he would not go out there naked- his pride was damaged enough at is was.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

When he heard a low squeal he spun around to find a house-elf jumping up and down on the bed his huge ears like parachutes flapping up and down. He was a little smaller than Dobby but had the characteristic huge eyes and he made the same excited sounds now as he was rolling on the bed and then tumbled to the ground taking most of the sheets with him.


Quick as lightning he untangled himself and clasped his hands now obviously still excited.

“Ehm, hello- you must be Slinky?”

The elf jumped up and down as he circled Harry, nodding his head adamantly.

“I is Slinky,” he said and then stopped and made a deep bow. “Master always tells Slinky to be polite,” he muttered and winked. “You is Harry Potter?”

Nodding Harry grasped a sheet to cover himself and smiled at the still bouncing elf.

“Look, I lost my clothes. Do you know where they are?”

“Slinky knows, Slinky is washing them when Master gave them to him last night.” With a snap of his fingers Harry's jeans and shirt appeared out of thin air.

With a short smile Harry put them on while Slinky was still bouncing up and down on the blush carpet.

“Harry Potter wants breakfast?” the elf asked brightly his eyes hopeful to please Harry.

“Sure.”

In the kitchen Harry sat down wondering where Snape was- he had expected him to scold him by now. Once again scrambled eggs and sausages materialized on front of Harry and finding himself rather hungry he enjoyed the delicious meal. All the while the house elf was sitting on the kitchen table staring at Harry with the broadest of smiles on his face.

When he was done Harry looked up and smiled.

“That was great Slinky. Thanks.” Looking around he pointed to the empty kitchen. “Do you know where Professor Snape is?”

“Master Snape is visiting that funny old man at this place where he is most of the year. Told Slinky to make you breakfast- Slinky is so excited. Master brings nobody home but this evil blonde wizard and Slinky does not like him. He kicks him all the time.” Slinky looked affronted at that but then another smile spread on his face. “But Slinky likes Harry Potter because he makes Master happy.”

Harry wanted to object and tell the house elf that Snape surely did not like him when he heard the fireplace flaring to life and out of it stepped Severus Snape much more graceful than Harry would ever manage.

“Slinky, give me hand will you!” he grunted obviously carrying something heavy.

Harry jumped from his seat and dashed over to steady the strange object before it tumbled to the ground. Together the two of them carried it to the window and placed it there.

“What is this?” Harry asked curiously.

“That,” Snape said, “Is something that was found in the Gaunt residence when it was searched by aurors a day ago. Albus suspects it is a dark arts object and he had the brilliant idea you should research it and see what it is.”

Harry looked perplexed. “Me? Why?”

Snape shrugged his shoulders carelessly. “Who knows? Sometimes I have no idea if that old meddler is brilliant or insane.” He crossed the living room to walk into the kitchen where Slinky was still sitting on top the kitchen table.

“Slinky, what about will you give me a hand did you not understand?” Snape grunted as he sat down in the chair Harry had just deserted. With a snap a tumbler with juice and sandwiches appeared on the table and the older wizard poured himself and Harry a glass.

In silence they drank the cool beverage with Harry leaning against the door frame watching Snape and Slinky with an amused expression. Slinky was again bouncing on the table which obviously irritated Snape because he had one of those murderous expressions on his face that he usually reserved for Harry. But there was also something gentle and caring in the way he watched the elf's antics.

Slinky was bursting with something he wanted to ask and Snape finally gave him a soft smack on the head when he nearly jumped into his glass.

“Just ask it Slinky or I am going to drown you in the sink,” he snapped which had little effect on the house elf who was obviously used to it.

“Oh, Slinky is glad that you have a new partner- you was so lonely the last years and-”

Snape put his hand over his mouth once again irritated, effectively hushing the elf.

“Silence. I was no such thing and now I want you to find something worthwhile to do until lunch.” Glaring at the elf he removed his hand from his face and Instantly with a snap he disappeared still smiling broadly.

“I should have forced him to stay at Hogwarts,” Snape muttered darkly.

Harry snorted and walked over to sit down across from the potion master placing his now empty glass on the table.

“How long has Slinky been in your family?”

“Much too long. He was already here when I was born and no matter how many clothes I gave him he insisted to stick around obviously deluding himself I would starve to death if he left.”

“He reminds me of Dobby,” Harry said with a smile on his face.

Snape only huffed obviously not very fond of Harry's house elf friend. After a couple of minutes of silence Harry decided to break it even if he did not look forward to the talk they were about to have.

“About last night...” he started and then trailed off.

“What about it?” Snape asked clearly once again in a foul mood.

Harry could not help the blush that crept into his cheeks. “Well, I... you know I did... but then I am not...”

Snape rolled his eyes when Harry trailed off again.

“Just spit it out Potter or let it rest. We fucked and you enjoyed it! I do not care if you consider yourself gay or not so spare me the ramble.”

Suddenly nervous Harry played with the sleeves of his shirt not really sure what he wanted to say but determined nevertheless.

“It was my first you know – well apart from that other time,” he said softly keeping his eyes on his hands. When Snape did not reply anything for a while he peered at him from under his fringe. His face was set into a blank expression but there was something burning in his eyes that made Harry more than nervous.

“I was aware of that,” he eventually stated.

“Oh.” Harry had no idea what to say and so he nodded. “Good.”

Once again silence extended between them but it was Snape that broke it this time.

“Do you need another healing salve,” he inquired.

“No, I am fine.”

When this time Snape did not reply anything Harry swallowed his pride because he needed to talk with someone and he surely would not have that talk with Sirius.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Pursing his lip Snape nodded with an apprehensive expression.

“You said you like to be in control. In what way?”