Deserving (Final Chapter)

Title: Deserving
Author: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com
Chapter 15
One late evening, Harry and Severus were in the sitting room, when the floo flared up. Harry granted permission and saw to his disdain that it was the whole Doom’s Day party: Kings, Minerva, Poppy and Dennis. He was glad to see Dennis but the rest he could do without. They didn’t even bother to greet him. They simply plunged into their request starting with Kingsley.

“Harry, do you remember in what state you found Pansy?”

Now why was he bringing that up again? How many times can a wizard say he was sorry? He simply nodded.

“Well, Mr. Potter, it seems that we have made a heart wrenching discovery,” continued Poppy.

“Yes, Mr. Potter, we have found that the Guides are not starving their Marked Ones, but indeed they are killing them,” ended Minerva.

Harry hated when they took a page out of the twins’ book and spoke like this. In the twins it was funny. Not so for this lot. And what were they on about now: killing?

“Look, I seriously doubt that after Goyle’s death the Guides would even think of hurting another mentee . The Ministry sent out a clear message. Abuse will not be tolerated. Remember that’s how I ended up saddled with him?” said Harry, pointing his chin in Snape’s direction. The Professor kept his head high and his vision on a spot on the mantel.

“Yes, and he has been such a burden and a dreadful father to your child,” added a sardonic Madam Pomfrey.

Harry gave her a glare and Kings feared their purpose would be lost if he did not intervene.

“Harry, they are killing them slowly and in a way that can not be detected or traced back to them.”

“And you know this how?” asked the skeptic Gryffindor.

The four visitors looked at each other and seem to debate if Harry was worthy of such information. It seems that it was up to Dennis to give to go ahead because at his nod Kingsley continued.

“Harry, we have rescued some Marked Ones that were being severally abused,” here he paused to read Harry’s reaction. When none was forthcoming he continued. “As you can imagine we have fed and tended to their health. But no amount of food and protein potions has improved their health. Each day they grow weaker.”

Harry had to ask, “Has she been rescued?”

There was no need to ask who ‘she’ referred to.

Dennis shook his head and it dawned on Harry that Mr. Creevy’s youngest son was part of a very dangerous rescue squad.

“Dennis, what are you doing involved in all of this? Do you have an idea what would happen to your dad if something happened to you?”

“Shut it Harry, unlike you, my father doesn’t believe that you fill your quota of good doing. Not while you are still breathing. Sure he was upset at the beginning but now that he has seen the abuse he is willing to do what it takes to help.”


“Seen the abuse?”

“Our house seems the perfect cooling off place. Single’s men do not go into Muggle homes.”

“What? Are you mad? You are not only placing yourself at risk but also your father,” stated the outraged Guide.

“We are saving innocent people. That might mean little to you but it means everything thing to us. My dad is very proud of our work,” said the kid trying to hold back tears of rage. How can Harry not see the value in what they were doing?

“Harry we need Severus. If we are going to find a cure before this takes a life he is going to have to help us brew and antidote,” stated Kingsley, bringing Harry’s attention away from the young Gryffindor and back to the core of the group.

Harry shook his head, “No!”

“Mr. Potter, you do understand that there are lives at stake here, right?” added Pomfrey.

“Look, good try. I am sure that Snape firecalled you to ask you to find a way to get him back to his favorite…”

“NO!” was the collective cry.

“Severus had nothing to do with this. Mr. Potter I can assure you that if we were not in the direst need of his abilities we would have not crossed your floo,” insisted Minerva.

“Mr. Potter you have a child, a beautiful, healthy child. You can not stand there and deny other children the right to a healthy life,” admonished Poppy, who lately seemed to rub Harry in the wrong way.

So that was the game plan, thought Harry, they were going to manipulate him using his love for his son to get him to give into Snape’s little plan. Well, he had news for the clan; he was not the young naive boy that everyone manipulated in times past. No, he could smell a scheme a mile away, so he squared out his shoulders and said:

“Leave… NOW… please.” His eyes where looking at an undetermined spot and were glazed with a coldness never seen in the Chosen One.

They looked at each other and seemed to determine that it was a lost cause and left quietly. One by one they exited through the floo, leaving Severus to his fate. Was Harry thick enough to believe that Severus would orchestrate this whole farce? Would he punish Snape after everything had been going so well between them? These were the fears that accompanied Minerva, Kingsley, Dennis and Poppy as they departed.

Once alone, Severus did not move, his breathing becoming barely discernible. The information given that night had shocked him. Could his little snakes really be dying?

“When did you call them?”

Severus retuned to his reality but had no idea what his husband was saying.

“Who did you call? Minerva, Poppy…”

“I assure you Sir I did not call them. This…”


“You lie! You think I don’t know that you call them in the middle of the night?”

Severus was stunned. No, he had no idea that his husband knew that he had once made a firecall in the middle of the night. But if his husband knew about this call why hadn’t he punished him for it already? Severus remembered the topic of that call and that answered his question.

“I have only once made a firecall without your consent,” he defended himself. “And I will not stand here discussing a mute point. If you wish to punish me accio the ruler then maybe we can get to the bigger issue here.”

“Which is?”

“Innocent children are dying…”

“Bull crap and you know it. I don’t believe that such a potion has been given to them…”

“So you are telling me that you found Miss Parkinson to be in the best of health.”

“Ahh yes, the guilt card. Well, it was only natural that you use that one since the Richard card didn’t work.”

“I would never use my son to…”

“GO UP AND WAIT FOR ME!” ordered the Guide.

Severus looked up towards his son’s room and Harry knew that the Marked One was right in fretting the consequences of his yelling, so he reiterated his order in a low but labored voice. Severus glided up the stairs and into the room. He would always accept punishment do to him but to accept this would be to accept guilt not due to him.

He paced the room knowing that Harry always took his time to go up, especially when he had to administer a punishment. Severus took off his clothes and knelt next to the bed. His husband had told him not to do that anymore but he felt he would remind the Gryffindor that he was once again punishing him. He knew it was petty but if he knew his husband’s Gryffindor mind it would jolt the punisher. Then he remembered that he had not used the lube and was half way standing when he decided to get back on his knees, no, this was a punishment.

Harry came up half an hour later as Severus had predicted.

“AND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Harry bellowed.

Severus closed his eyes and cringed. Harry answered his fear. “I cast a silencing spell. You won’t be able to use that anymore.”

Severus was grateful for Harry’s foresight. He usually didn’t think when he was in such a state.

“Now answer my question,” demanded the young man.

“I am to be punished, am I not?” and as an afterthought “husband.”

Harry tightened his hands into two tight fists. Yes, of course, sex was a punishment to his husband.

“I told you before; you are to wait in bed, not on the floor.”

Severus got up, walked to the bed and lay on his stomach as cold and indifferent to his surroundings as humanly possible.

Harry was feeling his fury run through his whole body. Severus was not going to win this one. They would not win this one. He took a deep breath, walked to his chair, opened his fly and sat down.

“Come here!”

Severus got up to obey the order.

“No, you want to be punished, remember? Crawl.”

Severus took a deep breath. He could not believe his stupidity. He had infuriated his husband and now he was about to pay. He went down on all fours and crawled to his Guide’s feet. He saw his husband sit back and close his eyes. He knew what was expected of him and he got to work. Once again it was not a difficult task, his husband was half hard and a couple of strokes from his tongue sealed the deal. He swallowed the cock that seemed to have the odd ability to change size. Sometimes it was so big he could barely get the tip into his mouth; other times he could swallow three fourths of the shaft. Today was one of those days. He was startled out of his thought by Harry’s command.

“Get up.”

Severus got up but did not understand why. His husband was far from coming.

“Face away from me and sit on it,” said the Guide in a non-emotional tone.

Severus turned and began to back up onto his husband. He had to hold on to the arm rest and wiggle in odd ways to try to sit on his husband’s manhood. It wasn’t working. When his husband sported the big erection, a position like this would work but not in his present state. He had to let go of one arm rest, bend his knee for more support, and guide the cook into his hole. Once he had the tip in its place he put his hand back on the arm rest. He didn’t want to lose balance and impale himself on the shaft; big or not.

“Snape! Stop teasing,” came the words through gritted teeth.

Severus tried to relax and ease himself onto the cock, but without lube, it was proving to be a difficult task.

“Snape!...” warned the voice from behind.

Severus knew he had brought this upon himself. He seldom committed this imprudent act of not thinking before acting and now he would suffer the consequences. He lowered himself a fraction of an inch and found the pain to be overwhelming.

“Snape… I will not say it again. NOW!” Harry brought his hand to Snape’s stomach and then brought them up to his shoulders; he grabbed tight and pulled his husband down. Severus’ head fell back and his face contorted into a voiceless scream. He could not yell, he could not cry, it was his fault that he was in such pain. Then he heard the words.

“So good… So tight…”

He could feel the breath escaping Harry. He felt his hands leaving his dominant grip on his shoulders to look for his nipple. There… he had found it.

“Snape… do it… you know what I want… do it.”

Yes he knew what his husband liked and he obliged. He squeezed and Harry gave out an animalistic grunt.

“Like that… that’s it… so tight…” but it was then when Harry felt it. It was a warm liquid sliding down his cock. It took him a second before he realized it was blood; Severus’ blood. He pushed the man off his lap sending him toppling to the floor. There he could see the blood trickling out of Severus’ hole.

He crouched down by Severus and grabbed a fist of his hair.


“Did you use the lube?”

Severus knew it would only add to his pain but he shook his head.


“Why?” asked Harry in sheer rage. “Never mind, I know why, so you can go crying to them and make them all hate me and think of me as a Monster.”

Severus eyes widened in horror and felt his stomach knot up. That was not his intention, but his husband was right, if Poppy were to examine him she would never believe that it was not Harry’s fault. He could not believe his stupidity. He hated the way they all thought of Harry being this monster. And now he had contributed to this erroneous attitude.

Harry let go of Snape’s hair and straightened up. He fixed his zipper and accioed his broom. As the broom waltzed in, the windows flew open.

“Have Kreacher heal you,” Harry said and with those words he flew away.

Severus didn’t want to see anyone he felt so ashamed, but he had to get healed. He did not want anyone accusing his husband of a wrong he did not do.

“Kreacher?”

The little elf popped in.

“I was upset and did not use the lube as my husband has instructed. He is very cross with me. Can you heal my wounds?”

Kreacher popped out and back in with some potion vials.

“Can Severus Sir walk to the loo?”

Severus nodded, got up and followed Kreacher to the bathroom. Once in there Kreacher spelled the water to run in the bathtub. Steam began to rise. He poured in the content of the three vials and the tub was engulfed by what seemed a white fog. Then he told Severus to turn around. He pointed his finger towards his anus and Severus immediately felt his entrance begin to open. He turned and looked puzzled.

“The potions must penetrate or healer will detect the damage,” explained the little creature.

Severus gave his friend a half smile loaded with appreciation. He stepped into the warm water and felt his whole body rejoice in the healing affects of the magic water.

He must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes he was in the bed with the blanket covering his mid drift. Kreacher was smoothing out the bed wrinkles.

“You do believe me, do you not? My husband had no intentions of hurting me,” he felt the need to make Kreacher see this.

Kreacher looked into his eyes and said: “Harry Potter is being a good wizard. I is saying this to those wizards that is wanting me to spy on Harry Potter Sir. Harry Potter is being a lonely wizard and is not knowing how to take care of his mate, but Harry Potter is learning. You is seeing.”

Severus could not describe with words the relief he felt at knowing that Kreacher, who had seen Harry’s actions at the beginning, was not turning his back on Harry. He was a true and loyal friend to both him and his husband.


***

When Harry flew back into the bedroom it was almost dawn but Severus was still awake. He crawled into bed and positioned himself behind Severus.

“You were doing so well. I couldn’t believe how well you were doing. You were taking good care of Richard, the house, even of me and you go and mess it all up.”

Severus closed his eyes and said: “I am sorry.”

“You can’t do this. We promised we would give Richard a good home. Are you really willing to give it all up just to be able to brew?”


Severus turned on his back so he could face his husband. “I did not call them. I did not conjure this up in order to go back to my caldron. My students… my little snakes… the ones everyone hates… are dying. I would never make such a thing up.”

Harry could see in his eyes that he was not lying. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Tell you what, I am going to look into this and if I find that there is an ounce of truth in this claim, we will revisit this issue. Does that sound fair enough?”

“Are you saying that you will help the Marked Ones, husband?”

Harry looked into his eyes and said: “I said we will revisit the issue.”

Severus knew that was all he was going to get from his husband but somehow he found solace in those words.

“Can you tend to my needs or are you still sore? And I want the truth,” warned the Guide.

“I am well, Sir, Kreacher worked his magic. May I go prepare?”

“NO,” he said leaning over to the night stand and getting his wand. “Accio lube” he called out and the lube came floating in from the loo. Severus looked in amazement. Was his husband going to prepare him? Would he also stretch him? But the fantasy was soon popped.

“You will prepare yourself in front of me from now on or until I can trust you again.”

Severus understood and accepted. After all he had brought this onto himself. He sat up and took the bottle then he walked to the chair where he could lift one leg for easy access.

“Turn so I can actually see what you are doing. I want to make sure you are doing it right.”

Doing it right? Did Harry even know what doing it right what was? Nonetheless he turned to give his husband a better view. He dipped his index finger and took it to his entrance.

“Easy” warned the Guide.

Severus took a deep breath and breached his entrance.

“Make sure you spread it well.”

Severus moves his finger and made sure to touch every point that he could reach.

“You best use some more and this time use your middle finger that way you can go deeper.”

Severus’ cock was getting so hard he feared it would explode. His husband was controlling every aspect of this and that was cutting the oxygen to his brain.

“Snape, I said more.”

He took his finger out with a pop and covered his middle finger with the lube. He took it to his entrance and again he heard the caution.

“Easy.”

He took a deep breath and inserted the finger.

“Spread it well.”

Severus did as he was told bending his knees a bit to get a better angle. He was about to take his finger out when Harry said: “Don’t.”

He froze for a second and then pushed his finger all the way back in. He could feel his husband’s gaze burning his lower backside and that was affecting his nervous system to the point where there wasn’t a hair follicle on his body that was not at attention.

“Good,” said Harry levitating a towel towards Snape that took it to mean that he could retract his finger. He did so and wiped with the provided towel. When he dared to turn to his husband he saw that Harry was welcoming him into bed by holding up the sheet. He walked in haste and got into bed tuning as usual to face the door. Harry buried his face in Severus neck and took a deep breath.

“You see… you see you can behave. That wasn’t so hard… was it? Things flow so well when you do as you should. Promise me you will always do what I tell you to do.”

Severus considered these words and he knew in his heart that he wanted to make the promise but he couldn’t.

“Sir, I have always done as you have told me to but tonight I had to do good on a promise I made a long time ago.”

Harry looked puzzled.

“I promised I would always look after Hogwart’s students. I can not break that promise.”

Harry recalled the moment in the pensieve. He could clearly see Dumbledore making Severus promise to look after the students once he was gone.

“It is not your place anymore. You are no longer Headmaster at Hogwarts.”

“That was not a provision made in my promise.”

Harry understood that there was no swaying the man in his arms. But Harry needed to get the control he had just a couple of minutes ago.

“Let’s try this again,” he said turning on his back. “sit on it,” was the simple order.

Severus was glad that the conversation was placed to rest and sat up. He was about to sit on Harry’s cock facing away from Harry.

“No, I want to see your face. I want to make sure I am not hurting you.”

Once again Harry was showing full control of the situation. Again, Severus was overwhelmed by it. He straddled his husband with ease thanks to the lube. He began to lower himself.

“Easy”

Again, in control.

“Go up and down slowly. Each time going a little bit further down. We are in no hurry.”

He did exactly as he was told. He wanted to please his husband. Suddenly giving Harry pleasure was all he could think of so he gave a little squeeze.

“Ahhh, no… not yet…wait until you are all the way down. I will tell you.”

In control.

“Good, just a little bit more. Now take a deep breath and relax,” he said as he pulled Severus down those last centimeters.

Severus threw his head back but this time it was in pleasure not in agony.

“See the difference when you listen; when you obey?”

Obey… Obey… Obey. Yes he must obey. It felt so good to obey.

“Now!” came the order and Severus did not need a single brain cell to obey. His body knew how to respond to the order. He obeyed.


A/N
First of all I want to make it clear I am not late with my posting. I have always said “Sundays and Wednesdays” I try to post by the night before but things don’t always workout.

About this chapter, it wasn’t even in the outline but there was a full moon and my muse was affected by it. Therefore the next chapter had to be created to give this one some sense. I think…
So… I would really like to hear what you think about this chapter. Listen, all reviews don’t have to be kind. If you don’t like it, just say so but please say why?

Your friend,
Moon of the Sea