Deserving (Final Chapter)

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Chapter 24

Harry looked at Severus in disbelief. Didn’t he get it? He could ask for anything. Why was he asking for… had they really never kissed before? Harry was racking his brain trying to think back but as hard as he tried he could not remember ever kissing his husband. But that still didn’t answer the question of why? Why would Severus chose a kiss over potions making or a holiday away from Harry. A kiss, who asks for a kiss? Then it came to him and he thought he had the answer.

“Were you use to him kissing you?”

Severus looked at him in confusion. He, who was ‘he’? What was Harry talking about?

“Dumbledore, did he kiss you on a constant basis?”

Severus looked horrified.

“I heard you talking to Poppy that night. In the firecall she said she hated what he did to you. And you and Dennis assure me that he was gay. So it doesn’t take much to put one and one together,” concluded the Guide.

“He was gay but he knew that I was not. He would have never… insinuated… much less done anything against my will.”

“But Poppy feared that I would find out and do the same thing.”

Severus took in a deep breath trying to control his exasperation. “First, I must make it clear that no other man has known be the way you have. Before our copulations began I had never been touched nor have I touched another man.”

Harry looked at him with trepidation. Had he taken Snape’s virginity? He had never even given that idea a second glance.

“But then what did she mean?” he asked searching for Snape’s eyes.

Snape didn’t think he was ready for this conversation. “Sir, I do not wish to talk about this.”

“Snape, you best get it out, you know I will think of possibilities that are ten times worst than the reality of things.”

Snape had to agree with his husband. Obviously he had already thought of the worst case scenario.

“He was one of my masters,” he said with his head hanging low.

Harry processed the information. Voldemort was Snape’s master not Dumbledore. What was Snape on about?

“Wasn’t Voldemort your master? How many masters have you had?”

“Yes the Dark Lord was my master in my youth and I have had three masters,” he decided to confess.

“Three masters?” Harry could see how uncomfortable Severus was though he did want to know the story of these three masters in his Marked One’s life. “Take those sandals and tunic off and get in bed with me,” he ordered with what Severus felt as kindness.

Severus did as he was told and got in bed. Harry parted his legs so Severus could sit in between them. He had Severus’ back against his chest. Harry figured that it would be easier for the man to speak if he was not facing him. He gave Severus a hug against his body and took in the Potions Master’s scent.

“You’re alright?” Harry whispered into Snape’s ears. Severus simply nodded. “So who were these masters?”

Severus shifted uncomfortably, why was Harry asking? What difference did it make? And wasn’t it fairly obvious who his masters had been. He could feel Harry rubbing his nose against his ear. That felt so good. He knew that Harry wanted to make him feel comfortable enough to speak and he was doing a good job at it.

“The Dark Lord was my master,” he said with hooded eyes, enjoying Harry’s ministrations.

“Umhum, we know that,” said Harry, still caressing Snape’s ear with his nose.

Severus felt a chill run through his body. Was Harry getting excited? Would he penetrate him tonight after all? He didn’t want Harry to stop and what about that kiss? Was he going to get it? Harry had not said no, but he had not kissed him.

“Who was your first master?” he whispered into Severus’ ear.

“I was but a child and my mother tried to keep me as safe as possible. She was a witch and he a mere muggle but for some reason he had control over her. She would take what ever he dished out her only objection was that no physical harm come to me. So one night he was very cross with me but knew that he could not lash out at me as he did with her so he made me kneel before him.” Severus was in a trance, it was as if he were watching the whole thing in his head. “He simply sat there drinking and smoking while I knelt. He did not say anything, nothing hurtful, nothing at all. I had never spent so much time with him and it felt so peaceful; so right.”

“But he was punishing you,” interjected Harry.

“As a child all I knew was that I was with my father and he was not throwing things at me or yelling or hitting me. We were simply spending time together. I would fantasize about us doing things together during that time. Then next morning I would tell the kids at school of all the great things my father and I did together.”

Harry remembered doing the same thing only he had Dudley to discredit his dreams in front of his classmates.

“How old were you when you stopped kneeling before him?”

Harry saw Snape’s head drop. “I was sixteen when he died.”

It took Harry a minute to realize what Snape was saying. “You knelt before him till the day he died, but that doesn’t make any sense by then you were a wizard and a strong one at that.”

“May I remind you that students are not allowed to perform magic.”

“They are if it is to save their hides. I know, I fought the dementors in front of my cousin and the Ministry couldn’t touch me.” Harry could feel Snape’s discomfort. “But you didn’t want to fight him, did you? You liked being by his side. You needed it.” Harry had no idea where those last words came from he only knew that once uttered they became clear as water.

Severus leaned back into his husband. He needed to comfort, the warmth.

“So you dad was the first and then Vol…”

“Yes, I was taken to a meeting shortly after my father died. When the Dark Lord asked me to kneel before him I felt that he had come to save me. To give me back what death had stolen from me, but when I figured out the price I had to pay I went running to Dumbledore.”

“And how did he become your master?” asked Harry, not following the train of thought.

“I went to him and I pleaded when he would not even answer me I fell to my knees and then only then did he take me seriously.”

“I saw that in your Pensieve,” said Harry remembering the scene.

“He soon found out how calming and gratifying it was for me to kneel before those who are strong and powerful. He would allow me to do so when I came back from a mission which I was opposed to. Poppy would get very upset when she would go to Dumbledore’s office to tend to my wounds and find me on my knees. Many a times did she fight until Dumbledore would give in and have me stand. I hated her at those moments.”

It was so much for Harry to take in. Severus Snape the great Potions Master enjoyed submitting. No, he did not enjoy it, he needed it. Many things clicked. His head was spinning and he wanted peace. At this point Severus had fallen to the side and curled up in a foetal position. Harry turned him on his back and covered his husband’s body with his own. He placed his lips against Snape and gave him a tender kiss.

“Open,” he instructed and Severus did as he was told. Harry went in for the more possessive kiss and found that his kisses, as was his scent, were sweet. Severus could feel his world spinning. Harry began to rub against Snape’s mid section.

“I know you already tended to my needs, but…”

“I will always tend to your needs.”

Harry rubbed his nose against Snape’s neck. “I know but I don’t want to punish you. You have been good, very good.”

“Sir, it is not a punishment, ever since you allowed me the lube it as ceased to be a punishment.”

Harry considered his words. “It might not hurt but that doesn’t mean you like it and as I said I don’t want to punish you.”

Severus wanted to find the words to explain to his husband but words failed him.

“I wish to please you. It is your birthday and things should be special for you.”

Harry looked at him with a smile. “See, this is what I mean when I say you have been good. I will try to do it as fast as possible, promise.”

Severus wanted to yell his protest but there was nothing to it. His husband was a young and inexperienced lover who seemed to be oblivious as to what he was promising. Severus took what he could and enjoyed the few seconds of deep thrusting that his husband gave him. Quickly after their copulation Harry fell asleep and Severus lay there, enjoying his husband’s proximity. Harry gave him what no other ever did: human warmth. Harry always curled up to him, even when he had decided to sleep in the kitchen Harry would come and curl up against him. Touch, it was such a great and gratifying feeling, thought the Potions Master as he drifted into slumber.


***


Next morning Harry watched as Severus knelt in front of the dresser to put away the galleon he had earned the night before. It was becoming a standard price. When Snape met him at the door Harry opened his arms to receive him.

“You’ve done good,” said Harry, kissing his forehead and guiding him downstairs.

***


At work that morning Harry got right down to business to try out to find as much as possible about Patrick Johnson and his family. Harry learned that his mother was a Potions Master that had studied under Snape. His father was the owner of a second hand book store in Knockturn Alley. Patrick was the oldest of three brothers and had just turned 11 on May 31st. Harry left all the paperwork on Patrick on top of his desk when he went out to tend to Auror business. When he came back to his cubicle he was rammed into the wall by his partner Mike Sly.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?” demanded Harry with feet dangling and body pressed to the wall.

“If you so much as touch a hair of that kid or any of the Johnsons, I will personally send you packing to the world of the dead,” warned Sly ,speaking slowly as to make sure he was being understood.

“What are you on about?”

“Why are you investigating the Johnsons? Who put you up to this?” asked Sly, still not letting go of Harry’s collar.

“My husband, Snape, he wants me to help Patrick get to school on September 1st,” choked out Harry, who was turning a Vernon shade of purple under Sly’s grip.

Sly seem to accept this explanation because he slowly let Harry down and took his hands off the younger Auror.

“Why are you doing something for Severus? They say you hate him and mistreat him,” he said with a puzzled look. “You deny him decent clothing and health care, but then you are willing to help the Johnson kid because he asked you to? What sense does that make?”

Harry curled his fist, but there was nothing to it, as always bad news travels quickly but good deeds take their time. Harry wasn’t going to deal with this right now. He needed to help Patrick and that was all that mattered.

“Snape is my husband and he cares about his little snakes. He cared for them for so long he just can’t see them in need. He earned a reward and used it to help the Johnson kid,” said the Auror, putting away the file.

“Listen, keep out of it Potter. It is not your war. We Slytherins will take care of our own. Tell Severus not to worry. Patrick will be there on the first of September,” assured the older Slytherin.

“No deal, I already gave my word and I don’t go back on it, besides I already have a plan.”

“Look Potter, last year when the Weasley brothers pull off their little stunt they had the element of surprise on their side, not so this year. Single’s men will be expecting this and unless you have a way of making your broom and its content invisible there is no way this can be done again.”

Harry smiled. “It just so happens I can make my broom and I disappear. Try to keep up,” he teased as he walked to the lobby where all the floos were lined up. They took the two first available floos and landed in Harry’s sitting room.

“Potter, where are we?” asked Sly as he brushed off the soot.

Harry was amazed to realize that his partner had never been to his house. He was about to tell Sly this much when he realized that Mike was stunned at something behind Harry. When Harry turned he saw Severus walk into the room. He was coming from the stairs. Sly looked at him from head to toe, not understanding what his eyes were seeing. Severus Snape looked healthy. He had all his hair, healthy complexion and his clothes… a pair of black jeans with a button up light blue shirt and very nice pair of Italian shoes. He didn’t look abused at all.

Harry could read the thoughts going through Sly’s mind.

“Yeah, I know, he looks like shit but I assure you I got him like that,” said Harry, as he walked to the staircase and disappeared.

*Harry walked up the stairs let Snape show Sly that he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Inside his room, under the floorboards in a box that not even Kreacher knew about was one of Harry's most prized possessions: the invisibility cloak.


Harry wanted to unwrap it from the old newspapers that he'd folded it in after the war and touch its fine as shadow threads. But he wouldn't yet. The cloak was more then an easy way to get past unwitting persons. It was the embodiment of secrets found, rules broken, friends cuddled close lest they stick out from under it and innocent minds who were so sure that Malfoy was the Slytherin heir. It was his link to Sirius, Remus and most importantly his father. For Harry this was a tool that must be shared, if not with Ron and Hermione, then it would have be with Sly.


Harry clutched the package close to him as he came down the stairs. Defending school children from crazed tyrants? Clandestine flights to Hogwarts? An uncooperative, head-in-the-sand government? Maybe if he relived enough of his life he could wind up inn a future where his best friends didn't hate him and he wasn't married to the greasiest git in the world.*



Sly blinked, not wanting to make Severus uncomfortable with his gaping.

“How are you, Severus?” asked Sly, with concern in his voice.

Severus could see by his old school mate’s reaction that he had heard of the bad but none of the good had been revealed to him.

“I am well, yourself?”

“Good, I am an Auror now,” said Sly, embarrassed at stating the obvious since he was wearing his uniform.

“And I hear a very good one at that.”

Sly was a very reserved person and did not know how to handle a compliment.

“I hear you have a son, is he well?”

Severus read the intention of the question and called for Kreacher who appeared with Richard, who ran to his papa and gave him a kiss. The child was obviously healthy and happy. What was going on? This was not at all what he was expecting to find.

Harry walked in and Richard dove from Papa’s arms to Dada’s. Harry gave Severus the parcel that he had gone up to fetch and took his son and lifted him high up in the air making him laugh. Sly could not understand what he was seeing.

“Enough young man, Dada is here on official Auror business and we are taking up valuable time,” he said interchanging child and package with Snape. “Give Dada a kiss,” but this simply prompted Richard to move out of the way so his daddies could kiss.

“Kiss, Papa,” taunted Harry sticking out his cheek.

Severus kissed his husband than Richard said: “Kiss, Dada,” and once again moved out of the way of the impending kiss. Harry kissed Severus in the cheek and sent them off.

He sat in his chair to unwrap the parcel while Sly was still flabbergasted at what he had witnessed.

“You look like a family,” he said, not blinking and still fixated at the exit that Snape had taken.

“Amazing isn’t it?” said Harry, still intent on opening the package. Once he got it open he stood up and wrapped himself in the cloth, disappearing from neck down. Again Sly found himself speechless.

“Potter, these are very rare and they are usually not this good,” said the older Auror, coming closer to get a better look.

Harry smiled at the words of his partner. If he only knew…

“Yeah, well, it’s been in my family for ages. What do you think? Will it work?”

Sly gave him an approving smile.



A/N
I forgot to mention last chapter that I had picked Patrick Johnson’s name in honor of the late Patrick Swayze. Patrick for obvious reasons and Johnson because his name was Johnny in Dirty Dancing.

I know the chapter is short but it was this or no update. I am really pressed for time.

Thanks for all your support and reviews. They mean so much to me. I hope to get the hang of my new job and be able to go back to dedicating my full attention to this story.

Ellie, my wonderful beta, added three great paragraphs that I marked with asterisks. She is wonderful.

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