Deserving (Final Chapter)

Title: Deserving
Author: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Ellie YES! She is back.


Chapter 20

Harry watched as Severus walked up to put the children to bed. He curled his fist and was about to go into the library when he heard Kings firecalling him.

“Harry, are you there Harry?”

“Yeah, Kings, I am here,” he said as he approached the embers.

“They were looking for her, Harry. Single’s men have been searching high and low for her. Mrs. Lang is demanding that she be returned dead or alive.”
“Mrs. Lang?”

“She is the mother of Joseph Lang, Millicent’s guide. Harry you were wise not to bring her to the party. I don’t think we could have rescued her a second time.”

“Do you think they will be after Snape and Draco?”

“No, these are covert missions. The collars and chains would have eventually disappeared after a while. We have seen it done before, they place a spell on the ground where the Marked Ones on the premises get chained down and the elves are incarcerated so they cannot free them.”

“So they know the elves are aiding the Marked Ones.”

“They suspect, but they can’t really prove it at this point.”

“How much do we know about these missions?”

“Every case is different. We know they were looking only for her. What we don’t know is why they weren’t looking for the baby. I believe Mr. Lang might have told his mother that the baby is dead.”

“What makes you think they were not looking for baby?”

“No harm came to our children.”

The thought alone sent chills up Harry’s spine. Harry looked at his hands and decided to give due credit to Snape.

“I wanted to take her. I was quite cross that Snape didn’t want her to go. It is thanks to him that she is safe,” he confessed.

“Well, if we are confessing, I must admit I was a bit cross at you when I saw that you did not bring her. I guess we all need to sit back and remember who our friends are. Harry, we all care and worry about Severus but we still care and consider you a friend. You’ve got to admit you don’t make it easy sometimes.”

Harry did not respond and the silence grew uncomfortable.

“Harry, Poppy was just called to Ron and Hermione’s house. It seems another Weasley is on its way,” said Kings with an insecure smile.

Still no response from Harry.

“Well, Harry, I must be going. You keep an eye on our Milly. We wouldn’t want anything happening to her. Bye now,” said Kings as his face disappeared in the flames.

“Yeah, friends,” said Harry into the empty fire. “Have loads of those.”

***

Harry went into the nursery while Severus and Milly were still bathing the children for bed. He gave each of the baby boys a kiss and left without saying a word.

“He is cross,” stated Milly.

“Not really, we just had a tough day at the party.” He did not want to give her details so she would not worry. He had known from the minute the men had landed that they were Single’s men and that they could only be after one person: Millicent.

“But aren’t parties supposed to be fun?”

“Yes, well, next time you go deal with half a dozen toddlers running all over the place and I will stay home,” said Severus, trying to make light of the situation and not worry his little snake.


“Professor, did something happen? Why is he so upset? He usually plays with the children until we kick him out of the nursery, and today he barely said goodnight. Please, Professor, tell me he is not angry with you,” she pleaded.

“No, no, child, I assure you, he is merely tired after a long day of play, laughter and a workout with a group of rambunctious toddlers,” assured Severus.

Milly gave him a little smile and a good night kiss.

***

Severus was standing in front of the door. He knew his husband was upset. Too many little things had happened that day and he could feel the tension building. He slowly entered the room while trying to make as little noise as possible. His husband was standing in front of the fire looking intensely at the dying embers when Severus heard the door lock behind him by wandless magic. Harry had surely improved his magical abilities. He stood there waiting. He knew his husband was upset. He did not want to leave Millicent behind, he wanted him to talk to Poppy about his breast problem, Kings had gotten a bit too personal for Harry’s liking, Neville had played the role of hero to Harry’s family and the icing on the cake was the cold welcome that Harry had received at the party. His so call friends had bluntly ignored him. Only Molly had been gracious enough to kiss and make Harry feel cared for. Severus could always feel Harry’s anger building.

“Hermione is in labor,” announced Harry not moving his eyes from the flame.

Severus closed his eyes, yet another reason to upset his husband, the reminder that Harry no longer was part of the trio.

More uncomfortable silence.

“So pity parties for Harry are frowned upon. That’s a no go,” Harry broke his silence with sarcasm.

Severus regretted his words from the night before. He was Harry’s husband and if he could not come to him, who could he go to?

“Sir, please know that you can always speak your mind in this room.”

Silence…

“He is going to find a way, you know,” but Severus had no idea who ‘he’ was. “He will find a way to free you. I can see it in his eyes every time he is near you. He wants you.”

“Sir, forgive me, but I have no idea who you are referring to.”

“The great and powerful Neville Longbottom. He will rescue you and take you away from here.”

“Do you really believe that I would leave Richard?”

Harry closed his eyes. Richard was all Snape cared about, only Richard.

“He will find a way to take him also. You saw his magic. He entered the grounds with ease.”

“And you exit them with the same level of comfort,” countered Severus standing to his full height. “And what would become of Richard if I were to allow Longbottom to take him away from this house? On the run with a fugitive and the son of a marked man? Do you really believe I would take him away from here, where he has everything he could ever want including a name? He is the son of Harry Potter. A name that will surely protect him from the fact that he is the child of a Marked One,” he was shaking by the end of his rant.

Harry knew that Snape was right. Snape was always right. He would not leave him. No, thanks to Richard, Snape would stay. He would not abandon him.

“Kreacher!” came the abrupt command.

“Yes, Harry Potter Sir.”

“Take him away. I can not deal with him right now,” he ordered still not moving his eyes away from the fire.

Severus shook his head violently at his little friend. Kreacher gave him pleading eyes, but Severus shook his head again.

“Kreacher! Now!”

But when the elf try to hold on to Severus; Severus would squirm out of reach. Harry turned to see what was taking so long.

“Snape! Don’t you get it? I am sending you off to safety. You know how I get. Leave now!”

“You are angry and you have countless reasons to be so. But I know…”

“What do you know?”

“I know that you had friends, and people that were like family to you, and now you are stuck with me; a man whom you loath…”

“Who is having a pity party now?”

“You are mistaken; I in no way pity myself. Somehow one day I woke up and I had a family and friends. And I live in a beautiful home with an elf that feels the need to grant my every wish,” he said smiling down at the forgotten elf. “And I should be the happiest man on earth but I can’t because I feel I have stolen these things, which they do not belong to me. That the rightful owner of these things is suffering because of me. So I ask you, should I not be the one to pay the wrath of this legitimate proprietor?”

He inched a little closer to Harry.

Harry closed his eyes and let his head fall back. With a puff of air and face still towards the ceiling he said: “I am so tired. I want to rest but I have this… this… ball of fire in me that is consuming me…”

Severus inched a little closer still.

“Please send Kreacher away. I …”


“I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU! DON’T YOU GET IT?” freezing Severus in his tracks.

Kreacher was looking as if he was about to cry but Severus had more pressing matters.

“Kreacher can cure anything. They will never know…”

Inching a little closer.

“I will know. I will know that every time they look at me and see a monster that they will not be mistaken.”

Severus was right behind Harry he was about to put his hands on his husband when he turned to Kreacher and silently mouth the words ‘please leave’.

Kreacher shook his head not moving his eyes away from Severus.

‘Please’ mouthed Severus again.

The little elf reluctantly brought his fingers together and snapped out of the room.

Severus placed his arms around Harry’s chest and whispered in his ears. “I am here and I am not going anywhere. I suggest you find an appropriate use for me because I am not leaving.”

Harry turned in an instant, surprising Severus. He grabbed Severus by the neck with one hand and led him to the bathroom. He was not hurting Severus but he was being very forceful in his grip. Once in the bathroom he began to undress Severus, practically ripping off his clothes. He turned on the water and for the first time that night Severus felt a tinge of fear. Was Harry going to burn him? Surely he could not drown him in the shower. Harry grabbed him again leading him into the shower. Severus was surprised to find that the water was not too hot. He saw as Harry took a washcloth and soap and began to lather it up. He was rubbing both objects with fury. He then let the soap fall and took the washcloth to Severus’ right cheek and began to rub. It only took Severus a second to realize why; Kings had kissed that cheek. After rubbing the cheek raw he took Severus’ hand and began to rub his arm, repeating the process with the other arm. Again Severus understood, Neville had lifted him by the arms. But then Harry turned him with a forceful pull, slamming his face against the tile. Harry put his legs between Severus’ and made him part them. Severus felt the washcloth covered hand force its way between his butt cheeks. Harry was rubbing up and down but thankfully he was not penetrating. Severus could feel Harry’s heavy breathing on his neck. Harry was not giving him any leeway to move and Severus was finding it difficult to breathe, being pressed up so hard against the tile. Up and down went Harry’s forceful hand.

“MINE!”

What! Did Harry just say what he thought he said? NO! Screamed Severus’ mind. He could not have said it.

“MINE!” said Harry again shacking Severus’ core.

Now there was no air at all for Severus to breath. He knew it was there but he had lost the ability to intake it. Harry had said…

“MINE! You are MINE… MINE!”


Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, Oh… Severus was finding it hard to think and without knowing how the word slipped out of his lips.

“Yours”

And as if the word had ended an incantation Harry let go stepping back from the shower with all his clothes drenched and his breathing out of sync.


Severus slid down to a sitting position on the shower floor. Once he caught his breath he wondered what Harry would do with the information that had slipped his mouth. When he raised his eyes Harry was still panting with his eyes shut. He got up and went to stand next to Harry who buried his face in Severus’ neck. He took one deep breath and relaxed. Severus’ scent always helped him relax. After a couple of minutes Severus began to take the wet attire off his spouse. Then he led him to the bed where Harry laid on his stomach. Severus got up on the bed besides him and began to stroke his fingertips ever so lightly across Harry’s back. Harry had never felt such a pleasing sensation. It was heaven.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered.

“I will not stop,” assured Severus in a low tone.

Severus continued his fingertip magic on every part of Harry’s body. He could see the stress leaving his Guide’s body with each stroke. At one point he noticed that Harry was tensing and relaxing his buttocks. He leaned over to whisper in his husband’s ear.

“Would you like me to stimulate your prostate?”


Harry lifted his upper body and turned to look at Severus.

“Will it hurt?”

“With Madam Pomfrey’s lube there should be no pain. It may help you relief tension,” he answered in what Harry felt was a reassuring tone.

Harry simply nodded his consent and went back to his original position.

Severus went to the bathroom and brought back the lube. He sat on the side of the bed and lubed a finger. Then he carefully spread the butt cheeks with both hands keeping the lube finger out of the way. Harry took a deep tensing breath.

“Relax, if you feel uncomfortable at any point tell me and I will stop.”

Harry had no idea where Severus’ new soothing and appealing voice had come from but it was like a lullaby to him. He let out a puff of air and relaxed. Severus took the opportunity to prod the lubed finger around Harry’s entrance. When he met no resistance he entered.

Harry lifted his upper body and turned to Severus.

“Should I stop?”

Harry looked down at the mattress and shook his head before taking his original position. Severus gave him a minute to adjust to the intrusion and push the finger in deeper. He was like a blind man guided only by touch. He wanted to find the mass of nerves that would give Harry pleasure.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” was the sharp intake of his husband. He had succeeded. He had found the spot.

Harry needed more. It felt so good. He had to have more so he got on all four. This gave him more control and he was able to impale himself on that magical finger. But Snape took the finger out.

“What are you doing? He asked short of breath.

“If I abuse the nerve it will stop giving you pleasure. It becomes unsensitized to touch,” was the professor’s explanation.

Harry looked so disappointed.

“I am sure we can find other ways to please you.”

Harry slumped on the bed.

Again Severus brought his lips to a millimeter of Harry’s ear.

“Should I get ready or perhaps no lube tonight?”

Harry turned on a dime and grabbed Severus by the neck again.

“LUBE! Always lube. Don’t make me repeat it,” came the menacing voice.

Severus closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, Harry was in control.

“Shall I prepare like last time?”

Harry seemed to consider the idea. He processed it as a good memory and nodded his head in agreement. Severus was out to please so he got on all four on the floor far enough from the bed so Harry could get a good view. He coated his finger and brought it to his entrance but did not insert it.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Harry.

“For your instructions, Sir. Last time you guided me in the process,” still using the enchanting voice.

“Use a glob on your fingertip. I want you well coated,” instructed the guide.

Severus did as he was told. He inserted the finger but did not move it.

“Snape! Coat your inside thoroughly,” he commanded.

Severus closed his eyes as if enjoying a special treat. He began to wiggle his finger. Then when he was about to take it out…

“Stop… I didn’t tell you that you could take it out,” he said in a low volume but Severus who was hanging on his every word heard and froze in-mid action while Harry considered his next move. “Try to get two fingers in.”

Severus considered the request and was trying to figure out the best way to accomplish it when he heard the next command.

“Take your finger out and lube both fingers,” came the whispered command.

Severus did as instructed but Harry could see that it was not an easy command to follow. Severus looked awkward and it wasn’t as enticing as the first time. Harry levitated a towel to Snape.

“That’ll do.”

Severus took out his fingers and whipped them on the towel. He waited.

It took Harry a minute to figure out why Severus was not moving. He was obeying; obeying Harry’s every command. He was still on all fours on the floor.

“You need to do this. It helps when you obey. When you are good. You want to be good; don’t you?”

Harry got on the floor and caressed Severus’ hair. Again Severus felt as if someone had sucked the air out of his surroundings. Harry had never caressed him before. It felt… it was… oh Merlin he could not describe it but he did not want it to end.

“I am going to take you on the floor. Like this.”

But when he moved to the back of Severus and was about to take him, a memory flashed in front of Harry’s eyes, obscuring the present:

Snape was in this exact position and a pillowcase was over his head.

Harry got up and went to the window seat curling up on it.

Severus had no idea what had happened and he certainly didn’t know what to do. If he got up without permission Harry would think that he did not want to obey; and he did. More than anything he wanted to obey; to please Harry. He was tired. The night had been long. He had achieved so much and yet so little.

“Get in bed,” came the command from across the room.

Severus got up, fearing that Harry was going to send him to bed without finishing what they had started. But soon after he was in bed he felt the mattress dip behind him. Harry scooped him up in his arms and Severus sighed with relief. He could feel his husband’s erection pocking at his lower backside, so he lifted his buttcheek for easy access. Harry found his mark and proceeded with caution. Why? Why was he being so careful? Why had he lost control over the situation? Severus wanted him back in control. He could not explain why but he needed Harry back in control. He felt Harry thrusting carefully and he knew it would be a matter of two or three more thrust before he came. He wanted to ask for… for what? He only knew that there was something lacking but he also knew he would never ask.

Harry came in the middle of Severus’ plight.

“Go wash up.”

Severus obeyed.



A/N
This was a complete surprise to me. At the end of last chapter I was convinced that Harry was going to have a relapse and punish Severus as he did at the beginning but Severus took over and with that ‘voice’ worked wonders. I guess he knows Harry better than I thought he did. Has any other author found surprises like this in their writing?

Sorry about the plot hole. I do need my beta back. What is in my head doesn’t always make it to the page. I forget you guys cannot see the plot as I am seeing it in my mind. ***I have to write it down*** Ellie always picked up on things like that. I hope the beginning of this chapter explained who the men were and what they were doing.

As always thank you for your feedback and the great rating. A rating of over 400 Wow! Thanks.

Moon of the Sea