A Bunny Tale Part 2

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The Wolf and the Rabbit

When Severus gave Harry the role of assistant, he did so only to have an excuse to keep the coney at Hogwarts. However, after almost a month of living at the school, Harry proved to be surprisingly capable for a non-magical assistant. In addition to cleaning, restocking, and preparing ingredients, he also set up worktables and bottled harmless potions. Of course he had his faults, one of which was adding the ingredients haphazardly unless Severus coached him, but it was better than could be expected.

Harry liked to keep busy and when he finished his chores and had free time, he ran errands for the other staff members. His favourites were Hagrid and Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor. Severus had tried to warn Harry away from Lupin by revealing Lupin's secret, but the fact that the tired, shabby professor was a werewolf seemed only to heighten Harry's interest.

One afternoon, as he was scrubbing cauldrons, Harry announced, "Professor Lupin hasn't tried to eat me." He sounded disappointed.

Severus harrumphed and adjusted the flame under the cauldron in which he was brewing an acne remover. Some third year had discovered a spell to create the blemishes and half of the school now sported spots. "If you continue to pester him, he might do so in order to have peace."

"He said he likes it when I talk to him."

Severus paused to glance at Harry who was focused on his work. Could the werewolf smell Harry's true species? He hadn't thought to consider that Lupin might be interested in his coney. "Did he?" Severus asked with a fake detached air.

"Yeah," answered Harry. He picked up the finished cauldron and placed it on the shelf by the others. "He told me a secret."

Severus's eyes narrowed. "And what was that?"

"He said that he's going to get married to a wizard, not a witch. Did you know that? That wizards can marry wizards?"

Severus added a pinch of Pilosebacus Leaf. He was not surprised about Lupin, he had always suspected the werewolf to be queer. "Yes, everyone knows that."

Finished with his cleaning, Harry walked over to observe Severus brewing. "Would you marry a wizard?"

"No." He didn't think much of the institution of marriage in the first place. The only point he saw to it was to establish paternity and inheritance for children. "Bring me a tray of flasks."

"A witch?" persisted Harry. He carried over the tray and set it on the table before Severus.

"Yes, if I would ever marry," Severus absently answered as he filled the flasks.

"Why aren't you married?"

"If you want to talk, go bother someone else. I need to concentrate." Turning away from Harry, Severus examined the status of the Pepper-Up Potion.

Harry remained silent throughout the rest of the brewing session.

Lupin arrived near the end to pick up his Wolfsbane. He smiled at Harry when he walked in. "Hullo, Harry."

Harry smiled back. "Hullo, Professor."

Snape glared at the werewolf. Why had Lupin been telling Harry about his sexual preferences anyway? "You're on time, the Wolfsbane is ready."

"Thank you, Severus. Aurora has agreed to cover my classes this time. If this new brew of yours remains effective, I expect to be back teaching class in a few days. Have you submitted it to the Potions Board for review?"

"Not yet, I'm still experimenting." Severus crossed to the bubbling cauldron of Wolfsbane and ladled a generous amount into a goblet. Maybe he would pretend to devise a new concoction for dealing with Lupin's problem and instead create one that would slowly kill the werewolf.

With a smile on his face, Lupin accepted the goblet once it was full. He turned to Harry and said, "Harry, would you mind stepping out for a bit?"

"No, sir." Harry shot a curious glance at Severus as he walked to the door. Severus had no doubt he was wishing for his bunny ears so that he could press his head against the door and listen to their conversation.

Once Harry had left the room, Lupin took a sip from the goblet and said, "I've learned the truth about Harry."

"Oh?" asked Severus, feigning nonchalance as he bottled the remains of the Wolfsbane. He doubted Lupin knew as much as he thought he did and he wouldn't let a Gryffindor pry any knowledge out of him with which he wasn't willing to divulge.

Lupin tapped his nose. "It becomes more sensitive as the full moon approaches. I spoke with the Headmaster to confirm my suspicions and he explained the need for secrecy. You have nothing to fear from me, I trust you with my secrets."

There was no way of knowing what exactly Lupin knew or what Dumbledore would have said. Severus said nothing, merely watching Lupin with a stony expression. Lupin quaffed the rest of the potion and set the empty goblet to the side.

"I've been talking to Harry and he-"

"Lupin," said Severus, cutting off what he was sure to be a very long and patronizing speech about how Lupin had Harry's best interests at heart. "You have no business telling my nephew about your sex life."

"What?" Lupin sputtered, his face turning pink. "I did no such thing!"

"You should be careful whom you tell such things. People might become suspicious and wonder why you feel the need to express your sexual preference to my nephew." Lupin was a Gryffindor but not stupid. Severus trusted that he would pick up on the non-subtle threat hidden in those words. He was not disappointed.

Lupin's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open. When he recovered himself, he spit out his words, "What?! How can you say that! I like men, not boys!" With a huff, he whirled around and marched from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Severus cleared the remains of the Wolfsbane. Either Lupin had just given Severus the greatest insult he had ever received to his face, or else the werewolf didn't know that Severus and Harry shared a sexual relationship. Severus suspected the latter. He doubted his impoverished colleague had ever encountered a coney before, much less knew details about them.

Harry returned a few minutes later. He asked "What were you talking about?" as he scrubbed out the two cauldrons Severus had emptied.

"None of your business," said Severus. After a moment, he added, "I don't want you around Lupin while the full moon is close."

"He'll be a werewolf soon?" Harry's breathless voice and wide eyes betrayed his excitement.

Severus debated telling Harry that werewolves' favourite food was rabbit, but, knowing Harry, that would only encourage him. "All he does is sleep," he lied.

"Oh." Harry's face fell.

Severus was sure if Harry had his coney ears, they would have drooped in disappointment.

~

When the weekend, and Remus's transformation arrived, Severus took Harry to Diagon Alley for a day in order to buy supplies that couldn't be ordered by mail. Once Dumbledore accidentally found out the extent of Severus's free time, through the usual talkative Harry, the Headmaster requested more potions, including some for which Severus had limited ingredients. Severus would have left Harry at Hogwarts, even knowing Harry would try to find Lupin, had Harry not burst into Severus's rooms and announced, "I rode a Hippogriff!"

Severus cursed Hagrid under his breath. That overgrown oaf shouldn't be allowed to care for a pack of flobberworms. Next, he would be introducing Harry to giants. Severus slammed his notebook shut.

"Put on your robes, we are going to Diagon Alley."

Harry just stood there, his face a study of confusion. "Why?"

Severus was not used to having an order questioned and his ill-mood intensified. "Because I said so! Now put on your robes."

Harry scurried off to the bedroom. He emerged dressed in his robes and stood in the den, watching Severus with round eyes.

From the Headmaster's office, they took the Floo to Diagon Alley. Severus strode towards the Apothecary shop, Harry tagging along beside him. About halfway there, Harry suddenly ducked behind Severus. Alarmed, Severus clenched his wand in his robes. He looked around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary other than three witches dressed in robes that announced they were from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Figuring that Harry had hid from them, Severus took a detour into Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

"Why were you hiding from them?" asked Severus once they were inside the building.

Harry stared out the window at the women. "They might recognise me."

Severus looked critically at the coney standing before him. Even though he had only transformed Harry's ears to glasses, he doubted the officials would recognise the healthy, well-fed boy to be the same starved, beaten kit he had encountered in the shop. "They won't," he assured Harry. "And even if they did, I own you now. They can't take you away from me."

Harry brightened and smiled up at him.

Severus removed a few coins from his pocket and pressed them into Harry's hand. "Go buy yourself a cone; whatever flavour you like." Harry's smile widened into a huge grin and he hurried over to the counter. Severus swept over to a chair which allowed him a view of both Harry and the street outside. It was best to be cautious.

"Your ice cream, Professor."

Severus turned to see Harry holding two small cones in each hand instead of the one large one he had excepted the coney to buy. He motioned for Harry to take the seat across from him. "I don't want a cone, eat both of them."

Harry wiggled his bum into the seat and began to enthusiastically lick his ice cream cones, switching back and forth between them. His little pink tongue darted in and out of his mouth as a sigh of contentment emerged from deep within his throat. Severus could not look away, his eyes focused on Harry's tongue which lavished the scoop of ice cream with too much attention. It was so wrong. To sit here, growing hard in a shop full of children, watching his coney enjoy a treat. Harry glanced up, his brilliant eyes sending a pulse of arousal straight to Severus's groin. Harry's tongue had paused on its way to his mouth, a gob of white substance on the tip. Swallowing it down, he asked Severus, "D'you want a lick?"

His mouth dry, his heart pounding, Severus shook his head. He forced his tone to be nonchalant as he answered, "No, thank you." What he really wanted was to march over there, knock aside the cones, and have Harry suck his dick with the same enthusiasm the coney was showing for the sweet desserts.

Harry shrugged and returned to his cones. He gave a long, slow lick along one of the cones, lapping up a long dribble that had melted down the side. Severus had had enough. He stood, motioning for Harry to follow him and whirled around, marching towards the door. A man, standing near the door with a beautiful blonde witch, stared at Harry as the two of them walked past and Severus hexed him under his breath.

Beside the Apothecary there was a store devoted to fancy teas. A handsome male coney stood outside, beckoning customers to come in and smell the wares. Like every other male coney Severus had seen besides Harry, he stood tall, taller than Severus, with wide shoulders and thick arms and legs. Dressed in form-fitting trousers and a loose blouse that showed off his well-developed pectoral muscles, he flipped back a mane of long, white hair and flashed a dazzling white smile at Severus.

With a sexual forwardness even a Gryffindor could not fail to cotton on to, he suggested with a seductive purr, "Why don't you come inside and try our teas, sir? You will not be disappointed in our selection."

A sharp hissing sound broke the air as if a snake had been released into the alley. Severus gripped his wand, ready to defend. The coney's eyes shot towards Harry who leapt in front of Severus. His hands clenched into fists, his teeth bared, Harry bent forward as if ready to attack the other coney and rip out his throat. For a moment, Severus and the blond coney stared at Harry while a low, inhuman growl emerged from his throat.

"Excuse me," said Severus to the gaping blond coney. He grabbed Harry by the scruff of his robes and dragged him off towards a side alley. He set up privacy wards and shoved his wand back in his robes then grabbed Harry's arms and pushed him against a wall.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

Harry's eyes flashed. "He was flirting with you!"

Severus growled, "That's what normal coneys do, you brain-dead kit!"

"I-!"

"Be quiet." Severus shook him, shoving him into the wall.

Harry’s mouth snapped shut, the anger fading from his eyes.

Severus gripped Harry's arms tightly as he spoke in a low, authoritative voice, "You will never, ever, hiss at another coney again, do you understand me?"

His eyes wide, his face white, Harry nodded.

"I cannot take you out in public if you are acting like a thick-headed kit. I will not have you taken from me due to your own stupidity." Severus narrowed his eyes at Harry, determined to have obedience. He could not risk it, not when he had promised the Board to be discrete. "You will ignore every other coney you see, no matter what. You will play the part of my assistant perfectly."

Harry nodded and whispered, "Yes, Professor."

Satisfied that Harry would not harass any other male coneys, Severus released him and took a step back. He pulled out his wand to remove the wards. Harry gave a little gasp and curled in on himself protectively.

Severus hadn't meant to terrify Harry and the display of raw fear from the normally fearless coney sent ice through his veins. He softened his expression and motioned for Harry to approach him. "Come here. I won't hurt you."

His wary eyes darting between the wand and Severus's face, Harry pushed off the wall cautiously and stepped over. He stopped just out of reach of Severus's arm. Severus hadn't seen the kit so closed off and guarded since he first brought him home. Tucking his wand away, Severus closed the distance between them and brushed the dirt off Harry's robes.

"When we return to the shop, you will act as if nothing happened and I will modify the coney's memory." Severus ran his fingers through Harry's hair and lightly squeezed the back of his tense neck. "You don't have to worry."

"Yes, Professor," said Harry tonelessly.

Severus turned away, pulled out his wand, and removed the wards. He looked over his shoulder and stretched out his hand towards Harry. Harry looked at it for a moment, then placed his hand in Severus's. Severus led him back to the Apothecary's, modifying the blond coney's memory as they passed by him. Harry remained close to Severus's side while he picked ingredients for the lab. Normally quite talkative, Harry did not speak at all as they returned to Hogwarts and placed the ingredients away on the shelves. Once everything had been set to order, Harry turned to Severus and asked in a business-like tone, "Do you need me to do anything else, Professor?"

"No, nothing else," said Severus.

Harry turned and left.

At dinner, Harry sat with Draco and whispered things that sent them both into fits of laughter. Severus tried to ignore them and focus on his meal, but they were quite obnoxious and he had half a mind to march over to them and demand they eat their dinner instead of braying like hyenas.

"Are you feeling alright, my dear boy?" asked the Headmaster, his bright blue hat glittering obscenely. "You've been quiet all evening."

"I am fine," said Severus, perhaps with a bit too much vehemence.

"Have an éclair." Dumbledore pushed a plate before Severus.

Severus stabbed one with his fork.

After dinner, Severus retired to his rooms where he set about grading student essays. He had used an entire pot of red ink when the door to his private quarters opened. Severus paused, his quill in the middle of insulting the writer's parentage, as Harry slipped into the room. Without so much as a look or acknowledgment towards Severus, Harry walked into the bedroom.

Severus threw down his quill, his jaw tight with suppressed emotion. He had had enough of Harry's poor behaviour. He had been perfectly right to discipline him. After all, he couldn't have Harry running around hissing and growling at anybody. Storming from his chair in a billow of robes, he marched into the bedroom and found Harry perched on the edge of the bed, pulling off his trainers. With a quick flick of his wand and without any forewarning, Severus removed the rest of the coney's clothing.

Harry's head shot up and he stared at Severus as if he couldn't decide whether to fight or flee.

Severus advanced towards the kit. "You are my coney," he growled. He grabbed Harry's arm in a tight grip and flipped him over onto his stomach. Harry gave a startled gasp but didn't attempt to escape, his legs dangling over the side of the bed. "I own you." Severus restored Harry's ears and tail, running his finger through the soft bit of black fur above Harry's buttocks. "You are my pet."

"My coney," he repeated, stroking Harry's quivering tail.

Harry gasped and grabbed the sheets in his fists.

Slipping a finger down into the crease, Severus cast a lubrication spell. "I expect to be obeyed." He stood, pushing aside his robes and unbuttoned his trousers. Harry remained immobile and silent; his ears lying tight and flat against his head.

The sight of Harry lying there, so submissive and ready to be fucked was enough to bring Severus swiftly to hardness. Two sharp tugs on his dick and he was ready to penetrate the round, smooth arse beneath him. Severus grabbed the firm arse cheeks and spread them widely apart, giving him a clear view of the coney's tight, pink entrance. Without any preparation, he pressed his thick prick up against the hole and with one quick forceful snap of his hips, he drove in up to the hilt.

"Nn!" Harry tensed beneath him, clutching the sheets.

Severus leaned forward and placed his hands on the bed on either side of Harry's body. He started to fuck the coney with deep, slow movements, almost pulling out completely before sliding back in again. "I don't care about that coney. I don't care about any other coney."

As he thrust his hips, he raised one hand to stroke Harry's flattened ears. Harry moaned and trembled.

Severus increased his pace, driving his cock harder and faster into the coney's tight hole. "If I want another coney... I will buy one." Nevermind the fact that he couldn't afford any coney but Harry and even he was a stretch of Severus's budget.

"You will behave." Severus wrapped his hand around Harry's tail and tugged on it, scratching his fingers through the fur. "You will act appropriately in public."

"Ahhh! Yes!" gasped Harry, his back arching. Spreading his legs wide, loud moans escaped his throat with each pounding drive of Severus's cock deep into his arse. Hands clawing at the sheets, he canted his hips, trying to fuck himself on Severus’s cock. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" he screamed.

Those words undoing what little restraint he had, Severus pressed both hands down on the bed and poured all his strength into fucking Harry as hard and fast as he could. Harry cried out loudly with each fierce, deep ram into his hole, his ears erect and quivering with pleasure.

It didn't take long for Harry to come. His moans became pleading whimpers of need as he held himself up on trembling legs, begging to be fucked harder and deeper. Severus didn’t even need to touch Harry before he shot ribbons of pearly come over the sheets, his head thrown back, his ears rigid, and his breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, Harry’s pleasure was enough to satisfy Severus’s, but then the urge of his own body overwhelmed him and he bit at Harry's shoulder and emptied himself inside the tight, hot channel. His anger poured out with his semen and, after he finished climaxing, he regretted his roughness.

After what had happened, Severus expected Harry to retreat to his own rooms for the evening, but Harry persisted in demanding sex and they fucked until Severus ached and could not move a single muscle, much less the necessary ones. Harry bit and scratched more than usual, hard enough to draw blood. But by the end of the night, he was curled up in Severus's arms with erect ears and drifting off to sleep.

"You should make a potion so we can have sex all night long," he murmured into Severus's chest.

~

Harry never seemed to not want sex. He liked to pounce on Severus between classes and drag him into the room that turned into whatever Harry desired it to be. Normally, it was modelled after Severus's bedroom back at the cottage, but a few days after the trip to Diagon Alley, Harry pulled Severus into an exact replica of his potions classroom.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked as he scurried over to one of the desks. Severus gazed around the room in astonishment. He noted that not only had Harry replicated all the ingredients on the shelves perfectly, but also identical copies of the homeworks he had been grading rested on the desk. He rifled through the papers, almost forgetting where he was until Harry said, "What will you teach me today, Professor?"

Severus glanced up to see Harry dressed in a Slytherin school uniform sitting at one of the desks with an eager look upon his face. Although Harry looked young enough to be a student, Severus knew coneys reached maturity more quickly than humans and retained their youthful features for most of their lives. However, now, dressed in the students' uniform instead of his assistant robes, Harry looked too much like the third years Severus had taught just the hour before. It wasn't as though he had been unaware of Harry's youthful appearance, but never had he reflected on the fact that while male coneys stood fairly tall, most as tall as him. Harry barely reached his shoulder. How old was Harry? It was illegal to sell a coney under the age of sexual maturity, but shops in Knockturn Alley weren't known for their pious adherence to laws. Was Harry even old enough to have sex in kit years?

His heart pounding, his throat dry, he ordered, "Take off the uniform."

Harry grinned and raised a hand to toy with his collar. "I've never had a lesson like this before, Professor."

Severus slammed his hand down on the desk and snapped, "This isn't a game! Change back to your normal clothing this instant."

The smile vanished from Harry's face, his eyes widening behind the frames. "What's wrong?"

"I said, 'change your clothing'." Severus stormed across the room as he yanked out his wand to remove the clothes by force if necessary.

Quickly, Harry scurried over to a cauldron at the end of the row and grabbed a pile of clothing. His fingers shook as they slid down the row of buttons on his shirt.

Seeing his order obeyed, Severus paused and ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to calm himself. "You are not to dress like a student. Ever." When his heart rate returned to normal, he said, as calmly as he could, "I must attend to some work. I will see you at dinner." Without waiting for a response, he left, closing the door behind him as he slipped out into the hallway.

Severus marched down the hall, students scattering like pinballs to avoid his path. He knew that the Board of Governors would agree with Lucius that Harry was a coney, not human, and thus the normal rules did not apply. Even if Harry were to be found to be underage, it would be on the shop-keeper's fault, rather than his own. Why hadn't he thought about Harry's age earlier? He should have been more careful. He should have examined Harry's records to be sure he was old enough. He had to make sure Harry was of age before he allowed himself to touch the kit again.

At dinner, Harry sat beside Draco, shooting not-so-discreet glances at Severus. Severus ignored him and retired to his rooms early. He expected Harry to show up shortly after and the coney did, hurrying in a few minutes after Severus had shut the door. Severus opened his mouth to speak, but Harry interrupted.

"I wasn't trying to be human, Professor. I'm sorry, I won't do it again," Harry said.

Severus blinked, caught off guard. "Trying to be human?"

Harry walked over to where Severus was sitting on the sofa and dropped down near the Potions Master's feet. He rested his chin on Severus's knees and gazed up at him with hopeful eyes. "I like being your coney."

Severus's eyebrows knit together as he stared down at Harry, confused by the sudden confession. He cleared his throat to speak again, but Harry barrelled on.

"But I also want to be your student so that I could see you all the time."

"You'd get bored of me quickly," muttered Severus.

Harry shook his head. "No, never. You smell really good."

Severus blinked. Of all the compliments he ever expected to receive, that had to be the last. Potion fumes were not considered pleasant-smelling by anyone.

"When you'd spend all day in your lab, I used to go in your cupboard and smell your robes."

Severus's train of thought vanished in a puff of smoke and when he opened his mouth, the only words that came out were, "You did?"

Harry climbed up into Severus's lap and wrapped his arms around Severus's neck. "You don't have to worry, I returned the clothes to Draco. I promise I won't dress as a student again."

"Those were Draco's clothes?" Severus could feel his eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline. He wondered what Lucius would say if he knew Severus had almost fucked Harry in Draco's clothing.

Harry mistook his surprise for dismay. "Oh no, don't worry! I didn't tell Draco what they were for."

"I'm surprised he lent them to you," Severus said, remembering his godson as the type of boy who enjoyed keeping a tight hold on his possessions.

Harry frowned. "I had to pay for them."

"Pay for them? With what?"

Harry lowered his eyes, a guilty expression flashing across his face. "I had to let him kiss me on the cheek."

"What?!"

"But he cheated and kissed my lips! So I punched him."

"You punched him?" Severus couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Not hard," said Harry when he saw the look on Severus's face. "He didn't bleed this time."

Severus shook his head. He hoped that since Harry and Draco had sat together at dinner that Draco had forgiven Harry for the punch, but really, the brat deserved it. He became more like his father every day.

Watching Severus's reactions, Harry bit his lip. "Was it wrong to hit him?"

"No." Severus restored Harry's ears and pet one. "Not if he deserved it, which he did."

Harry leaned forward to kiss Severus but Severus caught his shoulders, too unnerved by the fact that he didn't know how old Harry was to allow him to kiss him.

As nonchalantly as he could, Severus asked, "How old are you?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I know I was born in the summer."

How could he not know his age? How young was he? A pit opened in Severus's stomach and he swallowed before he asked, "You have reached maturity, haven't you?"

Eyes flashing in anger, Harry leapt to his feet as his ears shot backwards. "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I'm not an adult!"

Not wanting to try to reason with an angry coney, Severus attempted a different attack. "How long ago were you sold to the shops?"

Harry scrunched his nose up as he thought. "....at least a year. Maybe a year and a half."

"Right after you had been weaned?"

Harry shook his head. "No, it was a while after."

"Years?" pressed Severus, hoping for an affirmative answer.

"At least two winters." Harry nodded and sat down beside Severus on the sofa. His ears began to perk up again. "Why do you want to know?"

Severus couldn't resist petting one of Harry's ears. "If you were underage when I purchased you, then the shop keeper broke the law and I can have him punished."

The announcement was enough to send a grin across Harry’s face, but he shook his head. "I know I was old enough, because we left the family just before I turned of age."

Severus frowned. "You were sold before you turned of age?"

Harry pursed his lips. "No, my mum and I lived on our own for a while."

Severus had never heard of coneys living apart from a wizarding family. He had not even considered the fact that Harry had to have a family of his own. "Where is your mother now?"

"She died," said Harry, no emotion apparent in his voice.

"And your father?"

Harry shrugged. "I never met him and the only thing mum ever said about him was that he was a stud."

Not knowing what else he could say in response to that, Severus said, "Both of my parents are dead."

"I know. I saw their pictures." A small smile tugged on Harry’s lips and he leaned against Severus. "I looked in your photo albums. Your mum smiled at me."

"Did she?" Severus absently ran his fingers through the soft fur on Harry's ears.

Harry's fingers crept up Severus's torso. "Do you think she would've liked me?"

"I'm sure she would've-" Severus realised Harry had begun to unbutton his frock. "Wait-" he began, grabbing Harry's hand and holding it still against his chest. "This is-"

Harry's ears dropped. "Don't you want me anymore?" He pressed his body against Severus's, his erection firm against Severus's thigh. "I need you." Harry stroked his hand over the front of Severus's trousers, igniting arousal.

Harry smelled wonderful; his body warm and toned beneath the thin layer of clothing. Severus wanted to tear off the clothes and plunge into him again and again. He pushed Harry off him. "I need to take a shower. You should sleep in your own rooms." Without giving Harry a backward glance, he strode off towards the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he found Harry sprawled naked face down across his bed.

"I told you to sleep in your rooms."

Harry shifted slightly, his legs parting further and his tail rising. "I can't sleep without you. Please?"

Severus paused before answering, eyeing the black fluff of tail. "You may sleep with me but no sex for now."

Harry shot up to his knees, his ears flying back as if Severus had just suggested that they stop having sex completely. "Why not?"

"There is something I need to check out first." Severus approached the bed and slid under the covers.

Falling backwards as if he had just been hit with the Killing Curse, Harry clutched his hands to his chest. "I'll die."

Severus scoffed. "Don't be so dramatic. You survived living with me for several weeks without sex."

Harry wiggled his way over, pressing against Severus. "It was so difficult. I took things and put them inside me, pretending it was you."

Mental images flashed through Severus's head and he pushed them quickly away before his body could react. His mouth dry, he asked, "You did?"

Harry nodded. He pressed his head against Severus's chest, one ear laid flat across his torso as if examining Severus's heart beat. "It wasn't enough." Harry's hands began drifting in slow circles. "You were much bigger and you felt-"

Knowing he would be lost if he allowed Harry to continue with the vivid descriptions, Severus caught Harry's hands. "If you try to touch me tonight or tomorrow, I will send you to your rooms."

"Professor, I'm sorry about the clothes. I-"

"This isn't about the clothing-"

The green eyes narrowed. "Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you." Severus turned Harry around and pulled him back against his body. He wrapped his arms around Harry and held him against his chest. "Just wait until tomorrow. I need to examine something first."

Harry's ears draped over his shoulders. "That's so far away."

"I'm sure you can manage."

"I'll die if I don't get sex."

"Tsk. I doubt that's true."

"How do you know it's not?" Harry wiggled around to face Severus. "I'm sure it is. I think I'm allergic to not having sex."

Severus scoffed. "You can't be allergic to not having sex."

"I'm a coney," announced Harry, his brow furrowed. "If I don't get semen in me regularly, I'll get sick and die."

"No you won't." Severus tweaked Harry's nose. "How would you survive if you had a Mistress instead of a Master?"

Without skipping a beat, Harry answered, "I'd sneak away and have sex with you."

Severus suppressed a smile and kissed him on the forehead. "You'll be fine. Besides, you lasted longer than this when we first met."

Harry pouted and grabbed Severus's hand, dragging it down to press against his chest. "Can you feel how much my heart hurts? And my lungs. It hurts to breathe and-"

Harry would pester him all night unless he found some way to pacify him. "Shhh, calm down. It's alright. I'll give you something to help you." Severus left the bed and retrieved a sleeping potion. Harry gulped it down and curled up against Severus, falling asleep almost immediately.

As Severus watched Harry sleep, he didn't know what he would do if he found out the coney was underaged. He wouldn't be able to keep Harry, but he also couldn't give him up. Perhaps he would entrust him to Albus.

His mind racing over all possibilities and outcomes, he tried to sleep, but it was a long night.


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