How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Harry continued to eat his food as Jo and Severus carefully picked up safe conversation. Severus had been just a little unnerved by the flash of raw power Harry had flared a few minutes before. Not sure if it was emotional discharge from that morning or an effect of the lands around them, or a combination of both. Hell, Sev thought, for all he knew it could have simply been out of control hunger pangs or the heat, but whatever had caused it, he didn’t want a repeat performance in the open street. He wasn’t sure just how aware Jo had been of how close she had been to being cursed, well looking at her pale skin under the five hundred dollar tan she sported, he figured she had a pretty fair idea.
Harry broke into their conversation at that moment and turned in Severus’ lap to look at him.
“Sev, where are we staying? You never told me.” Harry looked perplexed and nibbled another fry.
“The Buffalo Chip again this year, Sev?” Jo asked as she ordered another beer from a passing waitress.
“That’s where Grant made the reservations, our camp as already set up and waiting for our weary bodies to drop.” The older wizard answered as he shifted a little under Harry’s weight, the younger man didn’t weigh much, but his butt got bony after awhile.
Harry finished his food and took a drink of his mate’s beer and looked at him funny.
“Sev….do they know this is awful?” he asked in an oh so serious tone as he looked down at the red label in wonder, “I mean really foul Sev.”
Jo and Severus both snorted in laughter at the younger man’s consternation and Sev took the bottle back from him and ordered him a coke.
“Hey…I was drinking that…” Harry began before he saw the warning look in his Master’s eye. He knew he’d gotten away with his outburst a few minutes ago and he really needed to learn when to shut his mouth. “I mean, thank you Sir, a soda will taste good.”
He was rewarded with a crooked smile and the sound of a gentle laugh from Jo.
“My apologies Sev, I didn’t know it was like that between you two. I understand completely.”
“Not a problem Jo. Where is Luke? Did he come along?” Severus asked as he mentioned the witch’s blond haired submissive boytoy.
“He’s getting our camp all set up, we are a few sites down from your group this year, so the parties ought to be pretty good.” Jo laughed as she started to gather her things together and make ready to leave. “Matter of fact, I think I am going to go see what he’s gotten into.”
The shadows were getting longer, and Severus decided that it was probably a good idea to get to their site as well; he wanted to be able to find their particular spot before it was dark and he’d had possibly too much to drink to think straight by that point in the late evening. He lifted Harry off his lap and placed one hand in the middle of the young professor’s back.
“Come on Harry, let’s go find everyone.” Severus said as he wove his way through the thinning crowd back to their back. He unlocked the saddlebag and pulled out Harry’s helmet, fastening it securely on his submissive.
He mounted the bike and gave Harry his hand as he climbed stiffly behind him and leaned against his back with a gentle sigh. He was back in his spot, cuddled next to his Sev, the little aches and pains from the road would feel better soon.
They cruised slowly down the street, people waving if they knew Sev and nodding in acknowledgment if they didn’t and Sev returned the same. They received a few glares and pointed looks, but for the most part, no one really gave a rat’s ass that it was a small male riding bitch behind Sev. There is always something to be said about the live and let live belief, and it was alive and well there on the streets of Sturgis. Of course it didn’t hurt that neither of them were flaming queens, but simply average blokes on a really boss hawg.
They fell in with traffic on Highway 79/34 headed out to the campground, Harry looking around at all the different sorts of people around him and thinking that without Severus being here with him, there would be no way on this earth he’d stay. But he trusted the man and if he said he was safe then it was good enough. Up ahead the traffic was stalled and Sev brought the bike to a standstill and dropped his feet to keep it steady. Harry just gave his waist a squeeze and got his hand squeezed in return, he was glad Severus wasn’t angry with him.
He thought about what had happened with the witch and tried to figure out a better way he could have handled the advances she had been making on his man and he came to the conclusion he could have just allowed her to walk all over him or he could have cursed her to next Thursday. He thought he’d made the right choice. Severus had taught him that even though he is a submissive, that it doesn’t mean he had to be everyone’s doormat, that he was allowed his opinions and feelings. What had happened with Jo had been different than what had happened that morning.
For one thing Harry had not known she was a Domme, if he had of, he still wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have done the exact same thing, but he might have thought a little more before he opened his mouth. She had been out of line after all. He’d have to think on that one a little more. With Max, he’d known he was disrespecting another Dominant over something really very trivial and non important. Simple solution, he shouldn’t have opened his mouth to anyone but Severus and then let him deal with his concerns. After all, that is what a good Dominant did; they took care of the submissivethey were with.
Things were so much different with Severus than they had been with Morgan, it was like night and day the difference in their styles of dominance.
Under the other man, Harry had become depressed, and was nearly dead when Severus had literally stumbled over him in an ally in muggle London nearly three years ago. He’d just been turned out of Morgan’s house after a particularly brutal ‘play’ session. His ribs on one side of his chest had been caved in and his jaw broken so he could not cry his safe. Severus hadn’t even known who the emaciated man was until he got him into his well lit hotel room and taken a wet flannel to his face. To say shock was evident in his face when Severus finally wiped away the grime that covered his tell tale scar was a huge understatement.
Severus had taken the rest of his Christmas break and stayed there in London patching Harry back together again, only to find one Morgan Taylor beating on the room door one evening demanding his property be returned. Severus took one look at the repulsive prick at his door and slammed it shut. Turning to Harry he found him kneeling, swaying side to side in a corner, all the while begging under his breath for mercy and promising to be a good boy if only Master would not hit him in the face anymore.
Severus had gathered the quaking man in his arms, his normal bastard self was nowhere to be found that night, all he wanted to do was show that young man that yes, he did deserve to be loved and taken care of. That no one should ever have to live in that state of mind. He’d known some of what Harry had gone through as a child both before he’d started school there at Hogwarts and then while he had been home on breaks. The sad irony that Harry had turned to someone that would treat him in the same manner was not lost on Severus. After all, if all one knows of what love and caring should be is pain and humiliation, why would they think they deserved otherwise?
Severus had taken Harry back to the school with him and settled him into his quarters. Harry was withdrawn, and acting as a whipped pup would. He’d barely speak and when Severus left his chambers in the morning Harry would be curled into a small ball on a rug in the corner and Severus would return in the evening to find him in the same position. It took him and Dobby over a week to coax the boy out of that corner and to start using the rooms. He had spoken to the Headmaster and for the trouble; he’d been offered a bloody lemon drop.
Knowing that he was the only one that might stand a chance to get past the mental damage done to the Boy That Lived, Severus began giving Harry a very structured environment. He had certain chores to do at certain times and was appropriately rewarded when he did well. Severus first had to convince the boy that he didn’t hate him and in fact, now that he was no longer his student, that he actually enjoyed the younger man’s company.
For nearly a year Severus kept everything at a platonic level to rebuild Harry’s sense of worth. It had not been easy at times, more then once he’d woke to find Harry inflicting self abuse for some imagined wrong doing or a sexual urge he didn’t know how to cope with. Although it had been a long road, Severus knew that it was well worth it the day Harry entered the Great Hall as a fellow Professor, he’d earned the title and also the respect of the older man.
They pair finally turned onto the drive for the campground and stopped at the office to ask where their group was camped, after getting directions, they joined their companions.
Lifting Harry from the bike, Severus leaned down and kissed the young man thoroughly and tenderly, pulling back he removed Harry’s helmet and began to unload the bike.
“What was that for, Sev?” Harry asked a slow blush spreading across his sun kissed cheeks. He picked up the bags and started to carry them into the big tent that had been set up for them previously.
“Because I wanted you to know you deserve all the kisses I can ever give you, Harry.” Was all Severus said as he emptied the other saddle bag and followed his love into their tent.