A Bunny Tale Part 2

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A Visit to the Ministry

Polyjuice Potion and glamours were two well-known methods of disguise. Anyone utilising one of those methods could not expect to stay hidden for long. However, combined, they were surprisingly effective. Most individuals who had reason to be suspicious cottoned onto the glamour and congratulated themselves on seeing straight through a disguise. Very rarely did people suspect that the disguise concealed another. It was a very primitive method and did not hold up to close intelligent scrutiny, but the Ministry of Magic lacked well-developed security measures, particularly in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

As coneys did not have their own office in the Beast Division, the wizard at the front desk directed Severus to the Office of Pet Regulation. The room's bright yellow walls were smothered in a variety of posters. A handsome male coney with strong arms wrapped around a comely witch winked at Severus from his poster, which read: "Prevent unwanted kits! Neuter your coneys!" A Crup puppy ran around in circles, chasing its forked tail, on a poster which urged wizards to respect the law and remove the fork by the eighth week.

A portion of the wall consisted of nothing but a magazines rack stuffed full with magazines on nearly every pet imaginable. One, dedicated to coneys, featured a pretty ginger witch hugging a buxom blonde coney who kissed her owner on the cheek over and over again. The article titles flashing across the front included 'The newest collars and coney fashions!' and 'Coney won't stop pestering you for sex? Linda Leporidae, expert coney trainer, teaches you how to make your pet behave!' as well as 'Breeding Coneys: How to get the most for your money.'

The door behind the desk swung open and a portly blonde witch swathed in rust-coloured robes bustled towards the desk.

With a smile too bright not to have been artificially enhanced at such an early hour she said, "Good morning. How may I help you?"

Severus strode over to the desk. "I'm here to examine the records for a coney who may have been sold while under age."

She nodded and reached for a scroll nearby with a practiced air as if it were a common request. "Name and number of the coney?"

"Harry. 421013."

The receptionist wrote the letters and numbers with a flourish. When she was finished, she peered at the scroll, and then said, "He is of age and he has been for the past four years."

Four years? Severus did not try to hide his surprise. "He is very small."

She gave a knowing nod. "Your coney is probably a runt. I'm afraid those never grow to full size," she apologised as if Harry's height deficiency was somehow the consequence of one of her actions. "Since there is no sexual dimorphism in coneys, the breeders try to breed the males tall and broad and the females small, but sometimes mistakes do get made. Normally, they are culled from litters, but since some people like them, there is no law against selling runts, and breeders aren't required by law to inform the buyer that their coney is a runt. We try to encourage people to use our recommended breeders to avoid this problem."

The apologetic way in which she said 'runt' and explained the laws made it very clear to Severus that smaller-sized male coneys were not as well-regarded as the larger ones. No wonder Harry had reacted angrily when Severus asked if he had reached maturity.

Glancing down at the scroll as she began to roll it back up, the receptionist paused and said, "Oh, this is interesting. His father is James." She said the name as if Severus should know of that particular coney. "I'm surprised he produced a runt. Perhaps this certificate was forged. I'll cross-check it with James's list of sons."

"James?" asked Snape as he shifted closer to the desk in order to get a better look at the scroll.

Her well-plucked eyebrows nearly leapt off her head. "You've not heard of James? He's only the most sought-after stud for coneys! He's pure bred and in such demand, you need a cauldron full of galleons just for a single mating with him. If this coney really was the son of James, then your seller would've told you for sure." With a fierce jerk of her quill, she crossed out Harry's information and waited for the scroll to clear of letters and numbers before writing down James's which she had apparently memorised. A list of about twenty names and numbers swam into view on the information retrieval scroll. "Oh, no, here he is." She tapped Harry's name and number with a lilac nail. "He is a son of James." She frowned and peered at Severus through narrowed eyes. "Any breeder wealthy enough to afford James would have informed you of his parentage. He may have been stolen and resold on the black market. Where did you purchase him?"

"Lagomorpha in Knockturn," Snape said. "He does have black fur."

The receptionist quirked an eyebrow. "Shame. His father is one of the best, too." Turning her head back to the scroll, she crossed out James's information and re-entered Harry's. "His mother is listed as Lily. I've not heard of her before, she was probably a mutt." A few more flicks of the feather and Lily's information now appeared before her. "Yes, a mutt. Deceased too, probably from that heart condition many mutts seem to have." Glancing back up at Snape, she said, "You should have your coney examined for defects since he was poorly bred. Of course, with James's seed, he'll have a better chance, but you never know about these things."

When Harry had complained about his heart hurting, Severus assumed the coney was exaggerating for dramatic effect. Knowing Harry, he couldn't rule it out, but he would have to find a way to have Harry examined.

"Thank you." He turned to leave.

"Oh!" She waved her hand to call Severus's attention back to her. "Normally I would suggest that you castrate him-" Seeing Severus's expression darken, she hurried on before he could express his objection. "It makes them more manageable. But, since James's seed is in such demand, you should be able to breed him for a fair amount of money even with his defects. Sometimes these things skip a generation and, with proper breeding, you might be able to produce a perfect coney. To register a stud, you only need to pay a small fee and-"

Making his disapproval clear in his voice, Severus said, "I will not be breeding him." The idea was ludicrous and insulting. While Harry was smaller than Severus would prefer, hearing his small stature and colour called 'defects' rankled Severus. He would much rather have Harry for a coney than those brainless, blond bucks.

"You could earn hundreds of galleons a year!"

"Thank you for your time." Severus spun on his heels and strode towards the door in a cloud of robes.

~

When Severus returned, Harry was still sleeping.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Severus ran his fingertips down Harry's spine.

"Mmmm?" murmured Harry sleepily, green seeping through his partly open eyelids.

"Wake up, sleepy." Severus tugged on one limp ear. "Breakfast is in an hour."

Harry rolled onto his back. "Kiss me?"

Severus bent down and tasted his soft lips. When the kiss broke, Harry whispered, "Pet my tail?" and shifted his hips, revealing his pert black puff.

Severus trailed his fingers through the soft fur. Pink spread across Harry's cheeks, his eyes widening before the lids grew heavy again and the green watched Severus through a haze.

"Kiss my neck?"

Severus tasted the delicious skin on the side of Harry's neck.

"Pet my ears?"

And so it continued, each part needing to be kissed or petted until the only places left untouched were Harry's full sex, tight balls, and puckered entrance.

It was unlike Harry to be so restrained. He lay there trembling, staring at Severus with vibrant green eyes as he offered various parts of his body for Severus's attention. Severus knew Harry wouldn't be able to last much longer, so he undressed and stretched out on the bed beside him. "Kiss me," he told Harry. Harry obeyed hungrily, pressing his erection into Severus's thigh as he devoured his mouth.

Pushing Harry away from him at last, Severus said, "Kiss my penis."

Harry's ears shot vertical and he nearly dove at Severus's penis, wrapping his fist around the thick organ and giving it a long, slow lick. Severus opened his mouth to point out that a lick was not a kiss, but then Harry sucked him all the way to the root and he let out a low "Ah!"

He wanted to hold out, but he couldn't for long, not with Harry's wickedly skilled tongue doing that. And that!

Severus pulled Harry to the head of the bed, put him on his knees, and gave him the fucking he'd wanted to give him since the day before. Harry gripped the headboard and expressed his approval with shouts of joy so enthusiastic, it was as if they hadn't had sex for a month rather than half a day.

They never made it to breakfast. Severus arrived late for his first class, which wasn't until the second period. The Headmaster stood at the front of the classroom, instructing the students in how to store healing potions inside sweets.

"Back from the market so soon?" he asked when the door slammed open and Severus swept towards the dais in a flurry of black cloth.

"Yes," answered Severus, not skipping a beat. "We've gathered all the ingredients we need."

"Excellent." With a wave of a blindingly orange sleeve, Dumbledore excused himself from the classroom.

After lunch, Severus prepared for the seventh years.

Harry arrived to attend to his duties. When the door closed, he asked Severus to examine his upper thigh. "I hurt myself, but it hasn't gone away even though I used the potions you gave me. It's only injured on the surface."

The blatant ploy did not fool Severus. "Remove your trousers."

Harry wasted no time in stripping down, his hands flying quickly over the laces of his trainers before yanking down both the trousers and the smalls. To Severus's astonishment, a large, hand-sized purple bruise did mar the outside of Harry's right thigh.

"What happened?"

"I was running in the halls and I tripped." Harry shrugged, his eyes evading Severus's.

A Weasley product, no doubt. Unlike Pomfrey, Severus refused to believe that the bizarre symptoms which seemed to plague certain students, especially Gryffindors, during examinations and on project due dates had any natural cause. He should be angry that Harry tried to trick him and lied, but the Slytherin machinations filled his heart with warmth.

Pretending to believe the lies, Severus taught Harry how to treat a bruise properly, then blew him before fucking him silly. As they dressed, Severus decided to put an end to Harry's attempts to trick him into bed – no matter how endearing they were.

"There are no more restrictions on our sexual activity."

Harry's grin nearly split his face in half. "We can do it whenever we want!?"

"Not whenever, The same as before."

"Oh." Disappointment crossed Harry's face, but then he grinned. "I'll see you after dinner, Professor." He kissed Severus and left.

For the next week, half a day was the longest they spent without fucking. Then a student pissing around in Herbology accidentally fused a slime mold with a choking creeper and created the worst blight in the greenhouse Severus had ever seen. Every moment out of class, he retreated to the lab, hypothesising, brewing, and testing. He took breaks to eat and sleep, but by the time he fell into bed with Harry, he was too tired to do anything but let Harry suck him off once. Three days later, he finally found a cure. He wanted to celebrate with Harry, but first he had to attend to his duties.

Late that night, while he held detentions, the door to the room slammed open and Harry burst through.

"What're you-?" Severus barely had time to get out as Harry stalked across the room to him, his hands curled into fists. Harry threw himself in Severus's lap, kissed him hungrily, and slid down his chest. Like a Niffler going for gold, he tore at the robes covering Severus's groin.

The two Ravenclaw girls serving detention for passing notes in class, stared at the two of them with wide eyes and open mouths.

Severus managed to recover himself long enough to pull his dick out of Harry’s mouth, repair his robes, and send the girls back to their dormitories with their memories modified. As soon as the door closed behind them, he threw up wards and silencing spells and took Harry over the back of the desk.

Between thrusts, he admonished Harry. "Never. Do that. Again."

"Yes!" shouted Harry, although he kept agreeing with Severus long after Severus stopped talking.

There were only three things that caused Harry to be disagreeable: house-elves, being denied sex, and girls paying an inordinate amount of attention to Severus. Severus discovered the third after Miss Latimer, one of Harry's Slytherin friends, stopped by his rooms in the evening in distress.

After kicking Harry out, Severus listened as she poured out the difficulties of her parents' divorce, her struggles in Transfiguration class, and problems she had with two other Slytherin girls. After she had left with dry eyes and practical advice, Harry stormed through the door.

Barely looking up from the letter he was writing, Severus restored Harry's ears. Harry ran all around the rooms, as if checking to see if the girl had hidden herself in some corner. When he had looked every place a student could possibly hide, he stood before Severus's desk with his ears laid flat and his fists pressed against his trousers.

"What were you talking to her about?" asked Harry, his green eyes snake-like slits and his upper lip curling.

The quill paused in Severus's hand as he stared at Harry. Never had he seen such naked jealously, such a raw display of desire and possession. He had no desire to disabuse Harry of the idea that seventeen-year-old girls were interested in hook-nosed potions masters almost old enough to be their fathers, not when it made Harry look and act like that. He firmly said, "That's none of your business."

A tremor ran through Harry's ears and his vibrant eyes widened. He leant across the desk, plucked the quill from Severus's hand and, with a wide sweep of his arm, shoved half the desk contents to the floor. Ink splattered across the carpet and over several scrolls.

"You stupid brat," growled Severus, reaching for his wand to clean up the mess. He couldn't believe it. Of all the things he expected Harry to do, ruin his work was the last of it.

Harry jumped up on the desk, crawled across its surface, and grabbed the front of Severus's robes. "Fuck me," he hissed, his eyes burning, his teeth bared and his voice low. He looked the very incubus Severus had always teasingly claimed him to be.

Severus grabbed Harry's lapels and dragged him forward, pressing his mouth hungrily against Harry's warm lips. He thrust his tongue inside, holding Harry in place as he kissed him with bruising force, biting his lips and tongue. Harry bit back, tearing at Severus's robes, yanking so hard on the collar that Severus could barely breathe.

He stood, shoving Harry away. Harry leant back on Severus's desk, his chest heaving, his eyes wild, and licked his lips. Staring at Severus as if daring him to continue, he looked to be a predator more than prey. It was a challenge that had to be met.

Severus tore off his clothing, shedding the confining garments. "If you think I will let you get away with this poor behaviour, you are sorely mistaken." Harry narrowed his eyes, but did not move from his spot on the desk, his chest heaving and his lips curled up in a sneer. Severus marched forward and grabbed the front of Harry's robes. A single spell and all the stitches burst apart. He ripped away every bit of clothing, exposing Harry's ceramic skin.

"Fuck me," gasped Harry, snaking down a hand to tug hard on Severus's dick. "I want you inside me."

Summoning lube, Severus flipped Harry over, pinning him face down on the desk. He squeezed the bottle of lube, drizzling a generous amount over Harry's crack.

Harry wiggled around impatiently. "Just fuck me! I need it!"

Merlin! Severus grabbed Harry's arse cheeks, spreading them apart. He pressed his cockhead against Harry's entrance and sheathed himself completely in one forceful stroke.

"Ahhh!!" Harry's ears shot upwards. He pressed his fingers so firmly against the wood that the tips turned white.

Severus drove into him again and again, his hips snapping as he buried himself balls deep with each stroke. "You are-" he gasped, "-so difficult."

"Yesssssss." Harry thrust his hips back to meet Severus's. "Faster, Professor, faster!"

Severus plunged into him with all his strength. Harry came with an inarticulate shout, his body tightening painfully hard around Severus's prick as he orgasmed. Severus, far from completion, pulled out and flipped him over. Harry spread his legs, placing his feet on the edge of the desk. "More."

They fucked and fooled around for hours. Harry clawed up Severus's back and nearly pierced his ear with sharp canines. No more delicate, Severus pinned Harry on various objects and drilled into him hard enough to leave bruises on his arse and thighs. The roughness only ended when Severus grabbed Harry's arms and shoved him into the carpet.

"Ow!" cried Harry in pain. Severus released him as if he had been burnt.

"Are you hurt?"

"My arm." Harry rubbed at the right one. "I hurt it earlier."

"Let me see." Severus reached for it, but Harry snatched it away.

"It's okay, I'll heal it later." He looked up at Severus, his green eyes pleading. "Kiss me?"

It appeared that nothing would prevent Harry from desiring sex, not even an injury. Severus bent down and kissed Harry before changing the tone of their evening to one of gentleness and care, rather than hard fury. Retreating to the bedroom, he laid Harry on the bed and stroked and caressed him until the coney had nearly melted into the cushions. Soon, the only tense parts of his body were his heavy penis and full balls.

Wrapping his arms around Harry, Severus slid inside and whispered words of his enjoyment as he rocked in and out, their warm bodies pressed against each other. Harry came for the last time with Severus's name on his lips, and a smile on his face, his ears lax but draped completely vertical.

Harry slipped from the bed to take some healing potions and returned to bed to fall asleep, buried in Severus's arms.

Later, Severus questioned why he hadn’t given more thought to Harry's injured arm, but at the time, it had seemed like nothing at all.


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