Esclavitud *Now Complete*

Tea Party for Four

A month had gone by without the results expected by Ron and Hermione. The couple was devastated. Ron firecalled Harry, the floo in Harry’s sitting room flared up and soon Ron’s face was visible.

“Oi, mate, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind having Severus stay overnight.”

“Ron, what’s going on? Is everything alright? Why can’t Severus go home?”

“Harry, everything is fine, we just need time to sort some things out, but if it is an inconvenience for you, send him through.”

“Ron, you know it isn’t. I am just worried. I will let Severus know that he is staying,” said Harry then looked at Ron and said, “you do know you can count on me for anything you need; right?”Ron simply nodded and ended the call.

When Severus and Mimi came up from the lab they found Harry and Kreacher placing a blanket in the middle of the sitting room and a large coffee table on it. Mimi and Severus looked puzzled so Harry promptly explained, “Ron firecalled and you are staying tonight. I thought we could have tea,” said Harry with a grin.

“Tea, Master Harry?” asked the bewildered Potions Master.

“I can’t feed you so I thought we could have tea,” explained the Boy Who Lived.

“Master will not eat tonight,” mumbled Kreacher.

“What? Master Harry, you must eat,” said Severus with concern.

“Severus, if you can go with Kreacher’s nutrient water, so can I.”

“Master Harry, please do not do this, eat. I will leave the room if my presence makes you uncomfortable. Please, Master Harry, you need food. You have a demanding occupation that requires physical strength. It is not wise for you to go without food,” pleaded Severus.

“Severus, Kreacher’s nutrient water has more nourishment than three meals put together. Believe me; I will be lucky if I can run tomorrow. No more discussion; we will sit, drink and talk. Agreed?” asked Harry with determination.

Severus bowed his head and nodded his consent. Kreacher popped out and back in with a teapot and some cups. Harry motioned for Severus to sit and was about to pour the hot water when he saw Mimi and Kreacher pop out of the sitting room. He called for them and they popped back in.

“Yes, Harry Potter Sir,” said both elves.

“I would like for you to join us.”

Both elves looked dumb struck. Kreacher was the first to react, “Harry Potter Sir, elves and masters are not sitting at the same table. No, no, Harry Potter Sir,” said Kreacher moving his head from side to side.

“Kreacher, you and Mimi are my only family. Well, now that I was stupid enough to loose Severus. But tonight we have the opportunity to be together. Don’t you want to spend some time with Severus,” he asked looking at Mimi who immediately sat down besides Severus. But Kreacher seemed offended by this act. Severus decided to intervene.
“Kreacher, may I speak to you in the kitchen?” he asked looking at Harry for consent.

Harry nodded his permission and Kreacher popped Severus and him to the kitchen.

Kreacher headed Severus off. “Severus is knowing that elf and master do not sit at the same table. You is knowing this, Severus,” reiterated Kreacher.

“So I should not sit with Master Harry?” prodded Severus.

“Severus is being Master Harry’s…” then remembering the present situation; corrected himself, “You is being a sex slave. Sex slaves always eat with the master, always,” assured the set in his ways elf.

“Kreacher this might be true, but Master Harry is lonely and needs to feel the warmth of a family. If we deny him this he might go back to other undesirable company.”

Kreacher understood the underhanded comment and followed Severus to the sitting room where he sat with Harry, Mimi and Severus. Harry was stunned to see the sudden change in Kreacher, but did not question it. Harry poured the hot tea in the four awaiting cups and took the first sip, “Mmm… this is not bad; in fact it is quite sweet. I like it,” said Harry with sincerity.

“Indeed, Kreacher, it is very tasty; thank you,” said Severus raising his cup to Kreacher.

Harry had to admire the way Severus did everything. He always had the right words and the right gestures. He was smart and elegant. Snape’s long fingers mesmerized him. His dark eyes intrigued him. His lean yet toned body enchanted him… Mimi’s voice interrupted his thoughts, “Does Severus want Mimi to comb his hair?” she asked with wide expecting eyes.

“Thank you Mimi, I would like that,” said Severus.

Kreacher seeing that the mealtime was over vanished the cups from the table and was going to get up when Harry stopped him. “Kreacher would you like to play a round of Exploding Snaps?” Kreacher looked at his master in disbelief then looked at Severus who gave him a reassuring glance.

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Kreacher had proven to be a formable opponent, winning all three games. When Harry was tired of losing, he stopped to look at Severus and Mimi. Severus had his eyes close clearly enjoying Mimi’s ministration on his hair. Harry admired how long it was and how it seemed to get shinier with each stroke of the brush.

Severus must have sensed his former master’s eyes on him because he opened his eyes to meet Harry’s. No words were spoken, but so much was communicated. Harry seemed to be begging for forgiveness and Severus assured that none was needed.

“Harry Potter Sir, may we retire?” asked a very perceptive Mimi.

Harry nodded his consent without looking away from Severus and heard the elves pop out of the room.

“Are you tired?” he asked without blinking.

“Only if you are, Master Harry,” said Severus bowing his head and breaking the connection.

“It is quite late. Let’s go up to bed.” Severus fallowed Harry up the stairs and into Harry’s room.

“You go ahead and use the loo first,” said Harry pointing unnecessarily to the loo. He thought of offering Severus pajamas, but really didn’t want to see Severus wearing them when in the past the Potions Master always slept starker by his side. When Severus came back he stood by the bed not knowing what to do. When Harry came back he found Severus standing by the bed.

“Severus, is there something wrong? Why don’t you take your clothes off and lie down?”

Severus got the answer to his silent question and started undressing. Harry was mirroring his action on the other side of the bed. They climbed up to bed and Harry took the covers from the bottom of the bed and covered Severus and himself.

“Master, will I be serving you?”

“What? NO! Severus, I would never do that to you. Just sleep. We have done this before, right?” assured Harry.

“Yes, Master,” and with that they both looked for and found their comfort position in the bed and fell asleep.

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A few hours later Harry woke up to use the loo and when he was back by the bed he stood there observing Severus while he slept. He had to admit to himself that he enjoyed having Severus in his bed. That was when it hit him, “Severus, Severus,” he shook the sleeping man.

“Master Harry, sorry, I did not hear you. Have you changed your mind? Shall I service you?” yarning his sleep away.

“No Severus, I told you before, I would never do that to you. I was just wondering where you sleep at Ron and Hermione’s. I am sure Ron sleeps with Hermione. Severus, please tell me you don’t sleep on the floor,” pleaded the Savior of the Wizarding World.

Severus closed his eyes and took a deep breath; shacking his head, “No, Master Harry, I do not sleep on the floor. Master wants me to sleep on the bed so it will be warm in case he decides to come to me at night,” explained Severus with a half yawn.

“Oh, so… maybe you would have preferred to sleep in the guest room?”

Severus bowed his head, “No, Master Harry, I would not have preferred to sleep away from you,” answered Severus hoping Harry would get the underline meaning of his words.

“So does that mean you like sleeping with me?”

“Yes, Master Harry, I do,” simply stated the Potions Master.

Harry could feel the sun shinning in his chest. Severus liked sleeping with him and apparently did not mind sleeping naked by his side. He smiled with a wide grin that puzzled Severus, but no words were said as they went back to sleep. No sooner had their heads hit the pillow Snape sat up right again.

“Severus, what is it?” asked Harry casting lumos.

Severus opened his mouth to answer, but feeling that he did not have the correct words he closed his mouth and pressed his lips. He sighed when he understood that he could not explain what he was feeling.

Harry prodded again, “Severus, please, you know you can tell me. Do you need something?”

Severus moved his head from side to side.

“Do you want something?” asked Harry trying to rule out the possibilities.

To this Severus had to think; which told Harry that he might be on the right track.

“So… you want something… but you do not dare ask for it. Is that it?”

Not wanting the issue to escalate into more than it really was, he decided to speak, “Master Harry, there is a question I wish to ask, but do not know if I should,” he looked at the younger man for a reaction.

“Severus, you know you don’t have to ask permission to ask a question. Let’s have it then.”

Severus opened his mouth again, and yet again found that he did not have the right words. He then decided to throw caution to the wind and finally asked, “May I know the reason for you not wanting to touch me, Master Harry?”

Harry was floored by Severus’ words “Severus, it’s not that I don’t want to touch you; believe me I do. But I know what you must be going through. I just don’t want you to feel cheap or used…”

Severus looked at him for a split second then averted his eyes resuming his humble posture. It was but a fraction of a second, but Harry could swear he saw a scathing remark in Severus’ eyes.

“What?” he asked trying to hold back his laughter “Is it so bad that I am trying to guard you from…? Um… well you know … becoming …”

“I believe the word Master Harry is looking for is whore,” said Snape in a very dry voice.

“What? NO! That is not it at all. It’s just that you can’t say no and I do not want to take advantage of that.”

“Actually, I can say no, Master Harry. My master did not tell me to service you, therefore I can refuse you,” cleared Severus.

“But you did everything Charlie told you to do and he wasn’t your master or had your master’s consent.”

“My master was present and he would have been able to stop me if he so wished,” explained Severus.

“But you told me you would always have to do what people tell you to do.”

“Yes, Master Harry, I do, but as I have grown stronger and confident in my Master’s desire to see me happy, I can know ‘interpret’ what is being said to me.”

“You do know you sound just like Hermione; complicating simple things. Just tell me, do you or do you not have to do what I tell you to do?”

“Why doesn’t Master Harry give me an order and see what happens?”

Harry thought carefully of what to ask for then said, “Severus, go sleep on the floor.” Severus did not move from the bed. “I don’t get it, why didn’t you move?”

“I simply reminded myself that my master does not want me to sleep on the floor. So I am doing what my master wants and therefore the curse does not punish me.”

Harry mulled this over. “Severus, did you ever feel this confident with me?”

“I was beginning to, Master Harry.”

Harry had to digest this information. On the one hand he felt the guilt resurging, but on the other he saw the possibilities of the situation at hand. Severus did not have to do what Harry told him. Severus and he could have a go at a real relationship; even when a cure had not been found.


“Do you want to be with me? Do you want to have sex with me?” Harry said lifting Severus’ chin with a finger.

“Yes, Master Harry, I do,” said Severus with a gulp of breath.


Harry considered his options, “Severus, we can’t have sex without Ron’s permission. I don’t want to risk it and have the curse punish you, but I promise you that I will talk to him tomorrow at work. Is that all right?” gazing into Severus’ eyes for approval.

“Yes, Master Harry, I think you are quite right about the curse. It would be prudent to seek my master’s consent,”

Harry smiled at him and then leaned in for a kiss. Severus eyes were still shut when they parted and he seemed to still be enjoying the kiss. He blushed furiously when he realized that the kiss had ended and he was still in the kissing position. Harry leaned his forehead into Severus’ and breathed contently.

“I think you enjoyed that kiss,” he said with a sly grin.

“Yes, Master Harry, indeed I did. That was the first kiss on the lips that you have ever given me,” replied Snape with closed eyes as if not wanted the dream moment to end.

“That only testifies to my stupidity. I have never kissed you and I lost you for someone that isn’t half the man you are. Fate was cruel to you when she placed you in my path.”

“No, Master Harry, don’t ever say such a thing again. You have no idea what my life has been like, but now, from time to time I get to see you. I get to be touched by you and I wouldn’t trade those moments for all promises of a better fate,” assured the slave with wide opened eyes, looking straight into the green eyes which he had come to revere.

“Severus, I am going to fix this, you’ll see. We are going to be a family again. The four of us,” he said kissing the man before him.


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