The Death of a Soul

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Chapter Twenty Two

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Harry leaned back against his favourite tree, gazing at the moon. It was so bright it lit up the entire grounds. The night was so calm he could almost swear he could hear every noise lying within a 100 ft vicinity. It was so peaceful here. So peaceful in fact that he decided he would come out here every night to be alone. It gave Harry time to think.

But tonight, what was there to think about? The last two hours? Harry cringed at that. He had learned more than he ever wanted to about his husband. He shivered as he remembered the responses Snape had made when he first touched the man. The way he moved during Harry’s first clumsy attempt at a blowjob.

“Not to worry, Harry. You’ll get better with time.”

Harry closed his eyes but it only intensified the images. Severus naked. Coming all of over his stomach and Harry having to clean it. He shuddered again. Harry wondered how in the world the man was able to get it up so fast. Potions? Spells? He shook his head and sighed. It didn’t matter now anyway, did it? Nothing really mattered.

He gazed up to the beautiful moon again.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Harry closed his eyes and softly sighed. No place was sacred anymore.

“Out here pouting?”

Harry barely shook his head. The lack of response irritated Snape - it reminded him of the previous hour.

“Harry, I’m sorry I was so abrasive tonight, but now you know just what is expected from you in this marriage, and that it will be a normal occurrence in our relationship. The sooner you accept that, the sooner things will go back to normal,” Snape said flatly.

‘Normal?’ Harry thought to himself. ‘Nothing in this marriage is normal. Nor ever will be.’

“Now that we have that cleared up, we can begin your training. Tomorrow, I will show you how to properly control the new powers you’ve acquired. After you’ve come back from Hogsmeade, of course,” he said as an after thought.

Harry sighed. ‘Of course. First trained to be an obedient husband and now to be trained as the saviour of the Wizarding World.’ Harry wrapped his arms around himself.

“Are you all right, Harry? Are you cold?” He slowly shook his head. Snape paused. “Are you sore? Do you require a pain potion?”

Harry hugged himself tighter. For weeks, all Harry had to do was lie down and his husband would either straddle him - or after coaxing Harry to ‘get involved’ - he finally took Severus on his knees. But never once did he face him. He couldn't. So now that Snape had taken his pleasure from him, of course he was sore.

“No,” he lied. “I’m fine.” He looked up to the moon again.

Snape gently took hold the young wizard’s chin so he would face him. “I really am sorry that I was rough with you tonight.” Harry kept his expression neutral. “But that was the only way I could get through to you the importance of my needs, as well as yours. They are one and the same.”

Harry could only stare at him. It wasn’t a need to Harry. It only brought temporary relief. Sex was now – and perhaps always was – a demand for the sole pleasure of Severus. He looked down, closed his eyes and sighed.

“Don’t stay out here too long. It would distress me greatly if I was to find out my husband had caught a cold,” Severus said teasingly.

‘Of course it would,’ Harry thought bitterly. ‘How would it look if your young husband would get sick? What kind of husband would that make you?’

Severus leaned over and softly whispered in his ear. “I’ll wait up for you.” Then kissed his forehead. Harry tried so hard not to repel away.

He waited until he was sure Severus was inside the castle before sliding down the tree. He brought in his legs to his chest, gripped his ankles, and laid his head on top of his knees. As he sat there bunched up, Harry tried to get some retrospect on his husband. Just what the hell kind of man was he?

‘A lying bastard,’ Harry’s mind screamed.

But still, Harry wondered why sometimes Snape behaved so strangely. Why did he act so caring and concerned one minute, then scolded him like a child the next? Or why did he constantly worship Harry’s body on a daily basis and yet demand only his satisfaction? Was this what happens within a marriage? Constant contradiction? Harry shook his head. Surely not. So why was Snape acting this way? Harry sighed deeply.

Unconsciously, Harry’s thoughts drifted back to the sexual side of his husband. At this point, Harry covered his head with arms as if that would stop the vivid images. How could Snape be so blind to the fact that no matter how skilled, how tender, or how patient he was, Harry was not enjoying it. Yes, physically he was, but definitely not mentally. Maybe Snape didn’t really care one way or another. Maybe he did it solely for his own ego.

‘A selfish bastard,’ Harry surmised.

“So tell me, Potter. Does he make you clean his shoes with your tongue?” a familiar voice drawled.

‘Damn. That’s all I need.’

Draco Malfoy watched as Harry tightened his hold on himself.

“You know Potter, you’ve become quite a bore lately.” He paused. “No, that’s not the right word. Pathetic actually. You ignore your friends – of course I don’t blame you on that one really. The poor weasel and the mudblood bird? Hmm. You might actually be getting smarter on that one.”

Harry’s head shot up. “Shut up!”

Malfoy smirked. “And then there’s Quidditch,” he continued, shaking his head. “Lost the desire for it, have you? Not that I mind of course, but you did give me some kind of a challenge.”

Harry’s eyes hardened, but said nothing further.

The blond looked up at the moon. “What I don’t understand, is why did they think that this – marriage – would make you stronger?” He looked back down at Harry. “If anything, it’s made you weaker,” he mused.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” he snapped.

“Me? Just making an observation, that’s all.”

Harry looked away. “Fine. You’ve made it. Now why don’t you run along and tell your daddy so he can go tell Voldemort. I’m sure you’ll get a handsome reward,” he said flatly.

Suddenly the air was tense and for the first time, Malfoy was quiet. Unable to hold back his curiosity, Harry turned to meet a pair of grey hateful eyes.

“Not everything is about Him, Potter,” he spat out viciously.

“Then what do you care, Malfoy?”

The blond clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. “What I care about, Potter, is the abuse of power.”

Harry laughed. “That’s rich coming from a Malfoy.”

Draco remained silent and only stared at him. Harry’s brows furrowed questionably. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“So, Potter. Is he good to you?” Malfoy asked, suddenly calm. “Does he treat you well? Does he give you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted?”

“What?” Harry asked, surprised by the boy’s change of demeanor.

Draco merely shrugged. “Knowing him he probably does.” He raised an eyebrow. “And of course, there is his talented mouth,” he smirked.

“Wha…? How would you know?” Harry cried.

“Please, Potter. My father is a Death Eater. Do you honestly think that Snape was only required to make potions?” Harry’s mouth fell open. The blond laughed. “He was a spy after all.”

“So…so then He knew that he was… that he is…” Harry stuttered.

“Merlin's blood, Potter,” Malfoy laughed again. “You can't even say the bloody word. Even though you are now.”

Harry jumped to his feet, fist closed tightly by his side.

“I AM NOT GAY!”

Draco shook his head. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, Potter, but you are in fact married to a man and that technically means you are.”

“I am not…gay,” he snapped, looking disgusted.

Malfoy stood up straighter, crossed his arms and glared at him. “You say that as if it’s a disease,” he snarled.

Harry’s brow shot up and his eyes widened. Suddenly, it occurred to Harry. “You’re… you're …” Harry paused then his expression turned somber. “You slept with him,” he stated.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Please, Potter. Even I have better taste than that.”

“So,” Harry began slowly. “Does everyone know?”

“Know what? That Snape likes to bend over and take it up the arse?” he joked. “Only a select few.”

“What? Who?”

“We get enough animosity as it is. And now him? Marrying someone who is obviously straight just for his own selfish pleasure?” He stopped for a moment. “Like I said: abuse of power.”

Malfoy smiled wickedly at Harry’s shocked expression.

“Of course, it could be worse. You could be the one bending over,” he said snorting.

Harry pursed his lips into a thin line and glared. The blond raised an eyebrow.

“So his tastes have changed, have they? Interesting.” Malfoy said amused. He shrugged, “Well, no matter. At least you get shagged everyday. Probably two or three times, if the rumours about Snape are true.”

Malfoy chuckled, then turned to leave.

“Like I care.”

The blond slowly turned back. “What?”

Harry leaned against the tree, folded his arms and stared at the moon. “Nothing,” he replied quietly.

“What did you say?” he asked, his voice lowering.

“Nothing!” Harry hissed. “Just… go somewhere else to laugh.”

“Did I just hear you say that you didn’t care about sex? I did, didn’t I?” Draco snorted. “I hardly believe that.”

“Not that kind of sex!”

Malfoy advanced on him. “And what is that supposed to mean, Potter?” he said, instantly angry.

“What about you, Malfoy?” he countered quickly, whipping his head back around. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting married?”

The blond quirked a brow. “That’s right. So?”

“So, you’re… you’re…You’ll be marrying a woman.”

“Like I said. So?” Malfoy tilted his head then nodded, realising. “Ah. I see. Yes, Potter, I do have to provide an heir. So what?”

“So it’s a woman,” Harry repeated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And you’ll be married for life.”

“I am allowed other sexual partners.”

“What? But you’ll be married!”

“Haven’t read the marriage contract, have you?” Malfoy said shaking his head. Harry scrunched his brows together and frowned. Malfoy sighed. “No sexual activities outside the marriage will be permissible unless otherwise discussed. Trust me, Potter. We’ve already discussed that part.” Then Draco shrugged. “Besides, sex is sex.”

Harry looked away and made a disgusted sound. Malfoy walked the short distance to Harry, invading his personal space. He placed a hand next to Harry’s head.

“What are you doing?” he gasped.

Malfoy smirked. “So you don’t like it, do you?”

“Back off, Malfoy,” Harry said, panicking.

The blond leaned in. “You don’t like hands all over your body?” he breathed softly.

Harry barely shook his head. “No,” he whispered.

“Stroking you. Teasing you as a mouth nips at your throat,” Malfoy purred, lips not quite touching Harry’s neck.

“S-stop it.” His heart started beating faster. What was happening to him? He should be appalled. Not...not…

The blond’s breath flowed over Harry’s ear. “You don’t like to be licked?” Malfoy’s tongue lightly touched Harry’s earlobe causing him to inhale sharply. “To be caressed?” The blond ran his hand up and down Harry’s arm.

“N-no,” Harry stammered, too paralysed to move.

Malfoy’s leg gently touched Harry’s, causing contact of the blond’s bulge against his. Harry closed his eyes and let out a small moan. Draco pressed in further.

“If you were mine,” he whispered as his lips brushed against Harry’s parted mouth. “I’d tease you for hours till you begged me to stop.”

Harry tightened his eyes and softly gasped. In an instant, a cool breeze hit Harry’s body. He snapped his eyes open and Malfoy was standing a few feet in front of him.

“If you were mine that is.” He winked once at Harry then turned around and headed back up to the castle.

Harry closed his eyes again and stood there panting.

“By the way, Potter,” Malfoy called out to him. “You are allowed to say ‘no’ sometimes. It is your marriage, as well as his.”

Harry blinked and then watched in astonishment as the young aristocrat strolled casually up to the main doors.


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The young wizard emerged quietly into the living area. It was empty. Harry sighed in relief. He wanted a quick and cold shower before crawling into bed next to … him. He made it as far as the sofa when a pair of possessive arms wrapped themselves tightly around his waist from behind.

“What...?”

“You were gone too long,” Severus said, tightening his hold.

Harry squirmed in an effort to get away.

“You lied to me, Harry.”

The young man instantly froze and held his breath.

“You said you weren’t sore, but I saw how you were walking just now. You are sore.”

Before Harry could utter another word, the two of them moved forward and Harry’s hips hit the back of the sofa. One hand quickly worked at Harry’s belt and the other pressed against his spine, lowering his torso.

“But I can fix that,” Snape whispered and then in one swift movement, pulled Harry’s trousers and pants down to his knees.

“No!”

“Shh. It was my fault after all,” he said, kneeling down behind him.

“No,” Harry repeated, this time quieter.

Two large hands rested on the top of Harry’s bum, before slowly moving down, thumbs slipping smoothly in between his crevice. Harry buried his face in the cushions. Splayed fingertips parted his cheeks and Snape silently pushed and pulled until Harry’s arse was in the air.... opened wide, exposing his vulnerability. The two thumbs stroked around and along Harry’s entrance and then he gasped loudly when a wet tongue circled his swollen and abused hole before finally plunging in and out.

“No,” Harry mumbled into the sofa.

Snape stopped and ran his tongue upwards until reaching his cleft. Harry heard a rustle of clothes then felt naked flesh touch him. Harry bolted up and elbowed his husband in his sternum.

“No!” he yelled, pulling up his trousers.

The older wizard clenched his jaw and rubbed his stomach. “Boy,” he warned.

“No! I said no! How many times do I have to say it before you’ll listen to me?”

Snape deliberately approached him slowly and Harry stepped back, suddenly terrified.

“You are not allowed to say no, boy,” he hissed.

Harry’s eyes widened. “W-why? Why not? Don’t I have any rights?” he asked, voice rising.

Severus’s eyes narrowed and an evil smirk spread across his face. “You lost all rights when you renewed your vow.”

The young husband blinked. “What?” he cried. His back was now against the farthest wall.

“Foolish boy. The wedding vows override most of the stipulations in the marriage contract,” he sneered contently.

“No,” Harry whispered in disbelief.

Snape leered down at his young husband then stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. “Oh yes, dear Harry. And in your vow said you would fulfill all the requirements and duties that is required of a husband.”

“But…but...” He quickly thought of Malfoy. “You can't abuse that power.”

“Abuse?” Snape asked offensively. “Abuse?” he repeated louder then slammed Harry against the wall. “Have I used an unforgivable on you? Have I ever caused you to bleed? Have I ever bruised you unnecessarily?” Snape leaned in and whispered in Harry’s ear. “Why my dear husband, if I was to abuse you, you would certainly be the first to know,” he said mockingly. He placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and pushed him firmly to his knees. “And now, my dear husband, it is time to fulfill your duties yet again.”

Harry turned his face away trying to hide his tears. He was lost. He was lost and had nowhere to run.

Deep within Harry’s desk drawer, a small arrow in a small ball never stopped spinning.


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