In Thrall

Disclaimer: JK Rowling created the Harry Potter characters and universe. I\'m just using them in my own plot.

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A/N: This is for ShadowWolf who posted the challenge on the glassesreflect list.

Once again, thank you Lillian for being my muse and MeLi for the wonderful job as beta.


Chapter 3

Severus awoke to the uncommon sound of his alarm. Normally, he woke up well before it went off. Now he was really grumpy. He hadn\'t got much sleep thanks to annoying images of a certain naked slave boy that had haunted him all night. It wouldn\'t have been so bad but every time he\'d worked up the nerve to sneak his hand down and relieve himself, he\'d heard said slave boy stir at the end of his bed. He was tired and, damn it, he was horny. To make matters worse, he had woke up later than normal and had no hope of having a few moments to himself.

He had just sat up in whe when he became aware of Harry standing, clad in a pair of pyjama bottoms that barely clung to his hips, stretching like a cat and finishing off a huge yawn. He just stared at the smooth, slim body displayed before him. He imagined running his hands down the planes of flesh, licking his way down that spine to the cleft of that delectable arse, grasping those lovely flanks he\'d seen last night... He wasn\'t aware of groaning out loud but he must have for Harry turned sharply towards him. In a moment, the boy was kneeling at the side of his bed, looking up at him expectantly. Severus just threw himself backwards on his pillow. It was going to be a long three weeks.

\"Go do whatever it is that you do of a morning in the bathroom, Potter, and be quick about it.\"

Severus lay there listening to the sounds of someone brushing their teeth and using the toilet. Well, that at least helped him gain some control over himself. By the time Harry came out, Severus had got out of bed and was in his clean underclothes. The boy stopped in the doorway looking upset.

\"I\'m sorry, Master. I didn\'t mean to take so long,\" he said as he rushed forward grabbing Severus\' shirt.

Severus waved him off and headed for the bathroom. \"Calm down. You did not take too much time. We have got up later than I expected and it seemed more expedient for me to dress while you were busy.\" After quickly taking care of his own body\'s needs and hygiene, he paused to look in the mirror. He smiled to himself. The staff and students were going to die of shock.

When he came back out, Harry was already dressed and holding out the shirt for him to slip into. He did the cuffs himself while Harry buttoned the front. He stepped into the trousers the boy held out for him and held himself under strict control as Harry tucked in the shirt. The boy smoothed the shirttails down carefully and Severus realized it had been some time since anyone had run their hands all over his arse and groin. When the trousers were finally fastened, he was more than glad to put on his robes. Maybe with so many layers of fabric between his body and Harry\'s he would be less inclined to want to grab the boy and fuck his mouth. Harry knelt to help him with his socks and boots and he thought, \'then again, maybe not.\'

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Harry followed his master through the passageways and into the Great Hall via the side door. As he took his place on the cushion at Severus\' feet, he reflected on the mess of yesterday. He knew that his behaviour was due to the accident in Potions class - leave it to Neville to cause him more trouble than 12 Death Eaters in a graveyard - but he couldn\'t fight it. It felt right to be this way. He supposed that was the whole point behind the potion. He wondered vaguely if he was going to be embarrassed after he took the antidote.

Meanwhile, he watched his master attentively as the man plucked titbits off the plate to feed to him. His master had the most amazing hands- deft, powerful but gentle. As he took the latest offering from those fingers carefully with his lips, he made sure to worship them with his tongue and let out a small moan as his master sighed. Oh, if only those hands would do more than just feed him! He didn\'t have the vaguest notion that the staff and students closest to him were staring in horror at him (except for Madam Hooch, who was staring in lust).

As the horde of owls swooped in to deliver the morning mail, he sat back on his cushion to wait. He ran his fingers through the fringe and tassels. He loved this cushion. His master had made it just for him. It was absolutely lovely and extremely comfortable. He felt he was displayed like a valued gem when he sat there. He watched his master unroll the Daily Prophet and b to to read the front page. He purred as his master\'s hand reached down and stroked his hair. He wondered if it would be all right to rest his head on his master\'s thigh, but the hand wasn\'t encouraging him to move closer so he stayed where he was.

The Great Hall had become quite noisy since the paper had been delivered. He looked around a bit and noticed that people were reading the paper and looking up at him while talking with their neighbours. \'What is that about?\' he wondered.

His master had paused in his petting. Harry looked up at him a bit worried.

\"It seems the Daily Prophet has found out about our situation,\" Severus informed him.

Harry looked up at the paper as his master turned it for him to see. There, on the front page, were pictures of both he and his master. He scanned the article and realized it was as bad as could be expected. It made it sound like Professor Snape had set it all up and was taking advantage of an innocent student who just also happened to be The-Boy-Who-Lived. He looked back up at his master, who was watching him closely.

\"Master?\"

\"Yes, Harry?\"

\"Is this going to get you into trouble?\"

Severus looked towards the Headmaster before answering, \"No, I don\'t think so, Harry. At least not into any worse trouble than I\'ve been in before.\"

\"Master, they make it sound like you did this on purpose. They make it sound like you are hurting me.\"

Severus smirked and reached towards his goblet. Harry sipped at the proffered drink. \"Do you think I\'m hurting you, Harry?\"

\"No, Master.\"

Severus smiled and placed the goblet back on the table. He dipped his finger in thick cream and brought it to Harry\'s lips. Harry parted his lips and closed his eyes as he sucked his master\'s finger in. He laved his tongue around it, cleaning off all the cream. Before letting it go, he pressed forward, taking the long digit in up to the last knuckle, sucking hard. Slowly, he pulled his head back, sucking all the while. When he reached the end, he gave one delicate lick to the tip before looking up into his master\'s eyes. They stared at each other a moment, Severus breathing rather hard, his eyes bright. Beside them, Madam Hooch made a strangled, desperate sound. Severus blinked and withdrew his hand.

\"You will be late for class, Harry. Get along and pay attention. I don\'t want to hear that any of the teachers had trouble with you today. I will see you here at lunch.\"

Harry rocked back on his heels and rose gracefully to his feet. \"Yes, Master.\"

As he grabbed his bag and stepped away from the table he heard Madam Hooch say in a low gravely voice, \"Oh, Severus, I have got to have one of those.\"

\'And they think my master is wicked...\' he thought with a shiver.

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After the last class of the day, Harry drug himself down the corridor to his master\'s office. The day had been awful. Hermione had been sure that Severus was abusing him and he had finally shoved her away and told her to mind her own business. Ron had been livid and wanted to drag him to the Infirmary to see if Madam Pomfrey could counteract the obvious brainwashing Snape had done to him. He responded by screaming at Ron to mind his own effing business and followed it up with a scathing defence of his master in which he swore that Severus was treating him perfectly well and they could all just go to Hell and kindly leave him alone. The other students spent the rest of the day treating him like he was a time bomb. No one understood how he felt. He belonged to his master. Why couldn\'t they see that? Everything good came from Severus.

Now he just wanted to see his master and spend as much time alone with him as he could. He desperately needed to know if his master was happy. He opened the door to the office and entered, dragging his bag behind him. He looked up to see his master shuffling through some papers at the desk. Severus looked up at him and signalled him to approach. He dropped his bag and almost ran across the room to kneel at his master\'s feet. When Severus scooted his chair back slightly but did not stop correcting papers, Harry cautiously inched forward. Very carefully he laid his head on his master\'s thigh and reached both arms out to wrap around the man\'s waist. Severus startled and Harry held his breath, hoping he had not gone too far. He relaxed when he felt his master\'s hand gently pet his bowed head. He tried to stifle the sobs that came welling up from within him.

\"Harry, what\'s wrong?\" his master asked, slightly irritated, but concerned. Harry couldn\'t answer and was terribly grateful that the petting continued. It helped calm the anger and hurt he was feeling.

After a few moments he was able to control himself and respond. \"I\'m sorry, Master,\" he said and lifted his head. The hand on his head remained, gently stroking his hair. \"Everyone was going on and on about how awful this must be and how horrible you must be. I got so angry I screamed at them. I just want them to leave us alone.\"

\"Ah, I see.\"

Severus continued to sooth Harry for severomenoments. When he calmed down, Harry turned and kissed the palm of his master\'s hand. The hand paused for a moment and then withdrew. \"You should go get ready for dinner.\"

\"Yes, Master,\" Harry responded before heading to his master\'s private quarters.

To be continued.