Deserving (Final Chapter)

Title: Deserving
Author: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com I was a bad author again and added a whole section after she corrected all my blunders. Sorry.
Chapter 12

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It didn’t take long for the news of Severus’ decision to travel. Soon Hermione was in the room pleading with Snape. Kingsley wanted to shake him into shape, Minerva wanted to hex Harry and had to be towed away by Poppy out of fear of seeing her friend in Azkaban and Dennis simply looked at Snape. His eyes penetrated the Brewer’s soul; he was perhaps the only one that understood Severus’ decision. Once the rest understood that Snape’s mind was made up there was only one thing to do and that was to make sure that Severus could go through the process with his dignity intact.

“Madam Malkin is in the room next door fitting Draco with his wedding robes. She asked if you will need her services,” asked Kingsley looking to see if the notion that he would be placed on public view and ridicule shook Snape out of his commitment. Severus did not move a muscle and Harry simply nodded his consent.

Madame Malkin entered the room when the rest had left and walked directly to Severus. She stood face to face with him and smiled.

“Severus Snape, you look…” she seemed to be lost for words, “You have no idea what a relief it is to see the likes of you and young Mr. Malfoy doing so well. It is truly heartbreaking to see so many ex-students in such poor state, but you look healthy and well fed. How are you feeling?” she finally thought to ask.

Severus simply gave her a reassuring half smile which made the witch look at Harry. Did she believe Harry was keeping the git from talking?

“Can we get this over with? I am pressed for time,” said the Guide.

“Yes, of course, what will it be then?”

“What do you suggest?” he asked shocking the witch.

“So may I assume that you will be treating your future husband with the respect owed to him?”

“Madame Malkin, never assume anything. I simply refuse to serve as entertainment to the media and Wizarding World. We will have a discreet ceremony.”

“Good luck with the discreet part,” huffed the witch, “the Ministry allows full access and viewing of the ceremonies in which a Marked One is getting married. It is really quite pitiful. No decent person attends of course. But most of the Guides attend; they claim they don’t want the Wizarding World to forget who the bad guys are.”

Harry turned from the window to ask again for a faster take on the proceedings and found that Madame Malkin had her magic measuring tape working as she spoke. When she was done she left with a short nod to Snape.

Next morning their robes were delivered while Severus was feeding Richard, still confined to the same Ministry room. Harry had tried to convince the Ministry to allow Snape to go back to his house, but the Ministry had denied the request. Once Severus had fed the baby a crib appeared out of thin air,. He was not certain if it was Harry or Kreacher’s doing.

“Put on your robe,” ordered Harry.

Severus walked over to the table where the two boxes were side by side. He reached for the one labeled:

Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master

Severus had to wonder when he had made so many friends because it seemed to him that he found one at every corner. He decided that it was not a bad feeling, this friendship thing.

He took the cover off to find a very traditional and dignified ceremonial robe and dressed quickly. Harry did the same. Moments later, Dennis walked in with his camera. He ignored Harry and walked directly to Snape.

“May I take a picture? I heard Richard was here with you and I just thought that it would be nice to have a picture of both of you.”

“I am afraid you are asking the wrong person for permission. You forget that Richard is my son,” came the voice that would shortly be ignored.

Dennis was already trying to smooth out Severus’ robes, “Please, Mr. Creevy, I do not wish for my Guide to be upset on this day. Please, leave.”

Dennis let his head hang in defeat. hHe took a deep breath and turned on his heels to leave.

“You may take the picture,” came the voice again and this time it would not be ignored.

Dennis did not thank Harry for his kindness and simply turned to Severus with a plea on his face that read: ‘I really want to take this picture’ and Severus understood and gave him the go ahead by taking Richard out of the crib. Richard was happy to be in his father’s arms and giggled. When Dennis took the first picture, Richard froze at the loud pop the camera made, but then giggled at the gray cloud of dust that settled on Dennis’s face. Creevy took at least half a dozen pictures before Severus whispered something in his ear. Then Severus looked up at Harry, “Sir, would you be so kind, as to take a picture with Richard and myself.”

A family portrait, thought Harry. He had never been in one. Privet Drive was loaded with them but he did not appear on a single one. To both Snape and Dennis’ surprise Harry jumped at the opportunity and placed himself behind the seated Potions Master posing with a broad smile. Dennis took the picture and a second one for good measure. He left before the ceremony started.

Kingsley and Draco were brought into the room and when the witch that was going to conduct the ceremony arrived both couples gave their information. Then Mr. Single asked the witch if she had all that was needed as he walked to the door to allow the crowd in, but before he could reach for the doorknob Harry and Kingsley had their wands out directed at him.

“Open that door and it will be the last thing you do,” warned Kingsley.

“Mr. Shacklebolt, the public has the right…”

“I have the right to my privacy and you will not deny me of that right,” warned Harry.

“But Mr. Potter, you will need two witnesses.”

“Kings, will you and Draco be my witnesses?”

Kingsley assessed the situation and realized that if he had the doors open for his friends and family, the whole crowd waiting outside would spill in and he did not want Draco getting upset. He would make it up to his friends and family by inviting them to his house for an after wedding celebration.

“Only if you do the same for us,” and the problem was settled.

The ceremony was short and to the point and Severus was allowed to go home with Harry immediately. Kingsley had invited them to his little party but Harry was far from being in the mood to celebrate. He guided Severus and Richard to the floo in a protective manner. He even seemed to hover to make sure Severus wouldn’t fall with his child stepping out of the floo.

“Kreacher, can we get some food?” Harry called out.

As was to be expected, Kreacher popped into the dinning area and started to place dinner on the table. Severus placed the baby in a little crib that magically appeared next to the dinning table. They ate in silence and then Severus took Richard up to his nursery to bathe and get ready for bed. When Harry went up to say good night he found Severus on the rocker feeding his child. He quietly approached his new husband and his child and squatted down next to them. For a long while he observed Severus feeding Richard and for some reasoned unbeknown to Severus, this did not make him uncomfortable.

“How does it taste?” said Harry without moving his eyes from the suckling baby, “the milk, I mean,” he felt the need to make it clear.

A shadow of a smile escaped Severus’ face. “The book that Madam Pomfrey gave you and I have been reading says that it is very bitter and that it is quite common for a father to want to taste.”

“Why does he like it if it is bitter?” he asked without raising his eyes from his child.

“There are different theories: some say it is an acquired taste and others say that the warmth makes it comforting for the child. I would think it is a combination of both.”

“It’s warm?”

Severus simply nodded his answer as he got up and placed the sleeping baby in the crib. They both seem mesmerized by the sleeping child before them and it took a while before they decided to give him some privacy.

“Kreacher,” whispered Harry but Severus tapped him in the back and pointed to a corner in the room where the elf had made a nest with old rags and was ready to sleep.

They closed the door and there was an awkward moment in the hall.

“We have to consummate this… according to the pamphlet that they gave me at the Ministry…”

Severus began to walk towards the room to show his understanding and that there was really no need to explain. People did what they did when they got married.

Harry seemed nervous; he opened his mouth a couple of times to say something and pointed to the loo.

“Sir would you like to use the loo?” question Severus not really understanding why tonight was any different than other times in which they had been together.

“NO,” he said a bit louder than he had intended. “Actually, I left some lube on the bathroom sink for you to use. Go and apply it,” turning quickly so Severus wouldn’t feel the need to ask or say anything. Severus did not.

When Severus came back still wearing the wedding rob Harry looked down at himself and realized that he also was wearing his.

“When can we take these off?”

Severus was amazed to see how uncomfortable Harry was.

“Sir, would you like me to strip?”

“Husband”

“Pardon me,” was Severus’ bewildered reply.

“We are married now; you are to call me husband. It would be kind of weird to call me ‘Sir’ when we are…”

“I see, yes… husband, shall I?”


“Shall you what?”

“Strip?”

“Oh that, no… I don’t know,” he took a deep breath; “the pamphlet says you must have an orgasm in my arms. Don’t get any ideas, I will hold you as you pleasure yourself; is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir… husband,” he corrected himself, “I do understand.”

Again Harry seemed to be in a robe that was three sizes too small for him. Severus had no idea why this was so uncomfortable for Harry. He saw Harry go to the other side of the bed and lift his robe so as not to sit on it. Severus assumed it was for easy access to the parts needed for the task at hand.

“Sit”

Severus followed suit and lifted his robe before sitting on the bed.
“Did you use the lube as I instructed?”

Severus couldn’t figure out why the lube had become an issue after countless encounters without it, but he decided to nod his answer.

“Good, I will go easy, but if it gets too painful you will let me know; is that understood?”

Had he crossed the line into an alternative universe? What was going on? Why was Harry in the least concerned with his wellbeing? Severus half hopped for Harry to start laughing and whip out a ruler for Severus’ undeserving punishment. That at least would make sense.

“Lie on you side,” was another order laden with what some might consider concern.

He decided he would go with the flow and brace himself for the punch line. He lay on his side facing away from his strange husband. He felt Harry’s erection nudging at his entrance. So things weren’t so different after all. The lube would have to be enough. Harry was not about to take the time and effort to stretch him. Severus reached down and grabbed his butt cheek and lifted it giving Harry easy access to his entrance. Harry took advantage and began penetration, but as soon as the head of his cock was in he stopped. What was wrong? Why was he stopping? Severus could hear Harry small, labored breaths.

“Sir?”

“Husband!” was Harry’s correction.

“Forgive me sir… husband. Is there something wrong?”

“Wrong? What makes you think there is something wrong?”

Severus could sense that he had stroke a nerve. Had he made his husband uncomfortable by asking the question?

“Sorry, husband,” offered Severus as a means of apology.

“Look, I am just trying not to hurt you, so I am taking it easy. Is that clear?”

Snape nodded although it was far from clear. Why was Harry trying not to hurt him? Wasn’t hurting him Harry’s main purpose in life? What had changed? He was brought back to his present situation by Harry’s laboured breathing and short, slow thrusts. Severus cringed and Harry stopped.

“Are you alright?” asked Harry.

“Fine, husband, it is just that penetration has always been difficult for me,” explained the professor.

Harry stopped his thrusting and continued to breathe heavily into Severus’ ear. “Why don’t you start stroking yourself? Maybe that will make it easier for you?” suggested the man from behind.

Severus was at a loss. Did he just say ‘make it easier for you’? He tried to think what he had for dinner but then snapped out of his thought. Kreacher would never allow Harry to give him a potion without telling him. Would he? After all, the little creature was bound to his master.

“I told you, I won’t be touching you that way. You are going to have to do it yourself,” said the voice from behind, bringing Severus back to his reality.

Severus began to stroke his member. He closed his eyes trying to think of something pleasant but he just could not take his mind off of Harry’s sudden change. Why was he doing this?

Harry looked over Severus body and found that he was still flaccid.

“Snape! Try to concentrate. We need to get this over with.”

Now that was more like what Severus was used to. This was Harry, the real Harry Potter. Not that imposter that had slid into the bedroom minutes before. He found that the words motivated him because soon he could feel the blood running south. He had to get an erection or his husband would be very cross. He began to pump and soon could feel Harry thrusting again. It was strange, but it did help, it did not hurt as bad as the other times.

“Are you almost there?” Harry asked with an almost desperate plea that told Severus that the young man was about to come. Harry never lasted long. Snape gave his cock strong pulls but he was falling short of completion. His face was contorted with the effort.

“Severus! Now!”

And that did the trick. He knew better than to disobey one of Potter’s direct orders and his body seem to understand this also. His body was shooting streams of ivory seed. At that same time he could feel Harry shooting his load into his rectum. Harry pulled out and lay on his back facing the ceiling and still panting.

“Go wash you self up,” said the Guide once he could control his breathing.

Severus got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back he found Harry standing near the hearth with a parchment in his hand. The kid looked like a man that was reading his death sentence. It must be the marriage contract. Harry looked up at him then back down at the parchment. He closed his eyes in resignation.

“It’s done. I am officially married to the ugliest git in the magical world. A man that despised me for six straight years at Hogwarts.”

He looked down at the document in his hand. “Why am I not surprised? It is the story of my life isn’t it? One damned thing after another. Will it ever stop?”

Severus looked at the kid and felt his heart go out to him. He had seen into Harry’s mind. He had witnessed the abuse committed by the boy’s family. The shock of knowing that in the Wizarding World he was famous. The fear at finding out what was expected of him. How much can a kid take? Now he was saddled with a husband twice his age. A man that he had always loathed. Yet again, Harry Potter stepped up to the plate. His son needed a home and he was willing to do whatever it took to give it to him.

He looked at Harry again and saw him clenching the document with grief reflected in his eyes.

What would Lily think if she knew what a miserable life her son had led? Would she have saved him for this? For an upbringing of abuse, for a load too heavy to bear, for a marriage that had no right to be? He could only imagine her sobbing in pain at the life of her beloved child.

Severus knew that there was only one thing that could brighten Harry’s life and that laid in a crib next door.

Severus opened the door in an attempt to leave.

“Where are you going?” asked the kid without lifting his eyes.

“I thought you would appreciate some time alone,” answered his husband.

“Come back when it is time to sleep. You will be sharing my bed from now on,” he said again without looking at Severus and murmured a “husband” at the end of his sentence.

When Severus went down the steps he found a pile of packages in front of the hearth. He looked at Kreacher with a puzzled look.

“Wedding gifts,” announced the small creature.

“It might be wise to inform Mr. Potter of this,” he said without checking the labels.

Soon Kreacher had fetched Harry who joined Severus at the entrance of the sitting room. None daring to enter. Who would send them wedding gifts?

“Let’s see, then,” said Harry taking the first steps and making sure Snape was following.

They sat on the sofa side by side, something they had never done before, and Harry grabbed the first package. It was small. Harry read the label: To Mr. Severus Snape and Spouse. He handed the package over to Snape.

“Let’s see, open it,” coached the guide.

Severus was visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation but he took the small package and un-wrapped it. He found that there was no card with the gift but none was needed because staring up at him was Richard, Harry and himself in a little silver frame. Richard was the only one moving in the photo kicking his legs and giggling. They both smiled at the thoughtfulness of Dennis.

Harry picked up another small package that read:
From: Madam P. Pomfrey
To: Mr. Severus Snape & Company

Harry handed the package over to Severus.

“Husband, you may open it, if you like,” suggested the Marked One feeling uncomfortable.

“Nah, I have open plenty of presents in my lifetime. I am guessing this is new to you.”

Severus couldn’t figure out if his husband was being kind of sarcastic. He decided to open the gift. It was a jar of lubricant with pain reduction qualities.

“I can have Kreature dispose of it, Sir,” offered Severus.

“No, it is probably better than the one I got you. Keep it in the loo upstairs.”

Severus was beginning to dread this whole process. He closed his eyes when he saw his husband lean over to grab another gift. This time it read:
From: Mr & Mr Shacklebolt
To: Mr & Mr Potter

Harry gave Severus a half smile that said ‘not too bad’ and opened the package. It was a rather big leather bound book. “The Art of Making Love to Your Husband.” Harry opened the book but slammed it close when he saw the very graphic nature of the illustrations. They were not only very detailed but they moved to boot. Severus averted his face not wanting to face his spouse. He found it very amusing that Harry blushed over something as natural as sex.

Harry felt uncomfortable just having the book on his lap. He eyes were wondering around the room trying to find something to focus on when he came back to the gifts and recognized the penmanship on the next to last package.
From: R. Hagrid
To: Mr. & Mr. Potter-Snape

Harry placed the book on the floor and reached for the package. He gave an ‘oh boy’ look at Severus.
“Would you like to open it?” offered the Guide.

Severus shook his head.

“Great, ‘now’ you’re a coward,” he said as he opened the box.

They both peeked in with caution just to find a wedding cake in the box. It had two grooms on the top that look a lot like Harry and Severus. It had a note that read:
I made it myself.


Harry puffed, “Ron dreaded hearing those words.”

“Is it edible,” asked the naive professor.


“Sure... let me cut you a piece,” said the mischievous guide.


“Noooo, thank you husband.”

“As I said before; coward.”

Severus did not take the bate.

The next and last gift read.
From: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
To: Headmaster Severus Snape and Spouse

They looked at each other quite puzzled and Harry handed the package over to Snape. When he opened it he found a note.

Dear Headmaster Severus Snape,

Please accept this as your dowry from the castle that will always love and respect you.

Sending good thoughts your way,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

“Hogwarts?” questioned Harry.

“The School has been known to have a mind of its own. You might remember that it would not accept Umbridge as Headmaster and locked its doors to her.”

“But how can it send a letter or a package?”

“All students’ acceptance letters are sent from the school. The headmaster or mistress may add a note but the letter is from Hogwarts. It alone has a say in who is accepted into the school.”

“But how?”

“Magic”

Harry placed the package on Severus’ lap but Snape did not dare to open it. Harry could see his charge’s hands were shaking.

“Please, husband, will you open this one?”

“Snape, it is clearly for you, not that the other ones aren’t,” stated the Chosen One, picking up on the fact that the only reason they had gifts was because of Snape.

“I can’t Sir,” said the man not even daring a glance at the object on his lap.

Harry took the package on to his own lap. It was very heavy. Once unwrapped he found a small chest but when he went to open it he found it would not budge.

“It is not like the Hogwarts to make things easy,” said the marked man.

Harry knew his husband was right. “Maybe it will only open for you.” But when Severus tried to open it he had not more luck than Harry. Harry looked at the chest and considered its origins and it came to him with ease.

“I think we are supposed to open it together. You take one end and I will take this end.”

And that is all it took to open the chest; a chest laden with treasures. It contained precious stones of all sorts. Some were mounted on jewellery; some were not. Severus was stunned. Why would the school do this for him? He was brought out of his thought by the heavy load placed on his lap. He looked down at the chest then up at his spouse.

“It is yours. You do not need a dowry. You will be caring for the children of this family.”

“And my spouse,” Severus felt the need to add.

“Yes... well... put that away. It is yours.”

“Sir I do not think a treasure like this should be kept in the house. Would Gringotts not be a better alternative?”

Harry knew that Severus was right. “I will have Kreacher take it to the bank in the morning. It is yours but you will have to ask permission to take it out of the bank. Don’t fret, I will allow you to spend it as you wish. I simply want to know what you do with your money. Is that understood?”

Severus considered what had been said then looked at Harry. “I do not wish to spend my dowry. It will be the only thing I will be able to leave my children.”

Harry knew that wasn’t true but of course Severus did not know what Harry knew.


A/N

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