Deserving (Final Chapter)

Chapter 37
by Moon of the Sea
Beta by Ellie

Madam Sprout was making big and significant changes. One of the first things she did was clear all Slytherin Aurors who had been made to flee for fear of Single’s unjustifiably cruel interview practices. She had the Minister of Magic sign a law that prohibited any Auror to be interviewed without two of his or her chosen coworkers. That meant that Kingsley could sit in on any interrogation practiced on his men. Very few wizards, including Single, messed with Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Harry was in his sitting room when Sly, Millicent and Matthew came down with their bags. Sly had explain to him that he no longer needed the sanctuary of Harry’s house and that he would be taking his family to his own house. Harry couldn’t help but to feel a sense of abandonment. They were all leaving him. Was it not just a couple of days ago when he was seated at the head of his family table? Were they not all laughing and having a great time? Harry took an energizing breath that did little for him. He had messed up again. He had a family and he lost it again. He broke it.

Sly gave him a thank you and good-bye hug. Harry carried Baby and took him up as high as his arms could stretch making the little one laugh. Then he kissed his forehead and handed him over to Sly. Millicent looked into Harry’s eyes and saw the hurt.

“I won’t go. If you want me to stay… if you need me…” fumbled Millicent for the right words.

But Harry put up a hand signaling her to stop.

“You must go with your family. You deserve it,” he said, bringing her into his arms in a hug. “I had my opportunity and I lost it, don’t you do the same.”

“You’re rushing into things. This thing with Dennis… Harry it isn’t what’s meant to be. I saw it. You and the Professor…”

“Yeah, well I bashed that one up; didn’t I? Listen, I don’t want you to worry about me. I want you to go and be happy. It isn’t as if we aren’t going to see each other. I expect an invitation to dinner as soon as you get settled into YOUR home,” he said, hopping that the idea of her being the Lady of her own home would help her in this transition.

“You know very well that you do not need and invitation to our home,” she said, looking at Sly for confirmation.


“It is your home and you can have anyone you want over,” Sly confirmed.

Harry chuckled. “You’re going to have to draw me a map because in all these years of working with your husband he has never invited me over.”

Millicent looked dearly to her husband. “He was a loner.”


***

The following Friday Harry was back with a grin from ear to ear.

“It worked Snape! It really worked!”

Severus looked at Harry in disbelief. Was Harry expecting him to celebrate with him?

“I took Dennis to the movies and he began to stroke my thigh and it happened. It really happened,” he said, still smiling.

Severus looked at Harry and noticed that he had a bulge in his pants. Why?

“Sir, I believe you left Mr. Creevey’s side prematurely,” said Severus with a raised eyebrow towards Harry’s midsection.

“Snape, you know I don’t know how to do it,” argued Harry.

“I will remind you again that I have a child upstairs that proves that statement to be false,” said Severus, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

Harry looked embarrassed. “You know how that happened. I can’t do that to Dennis. I can’t do that to anyone really. It was one of those stupid things that you do in life and it haunts you for the rest of your existence,” he sai,d knowing that if anyone could understand his statement it would be Severus.

“Sir, we have a child, that is all I see when I think of that day,” he said with a feeble attempt at a smile.

Harry was grateful for Severus’ kind words but he pressed on with the matter that brought him there tonight.

“I don’t know what to do. I have been reading the book we got on our wedding night…” the book given to them for then thought Severus, “…and it talks about so many different things. I always thought it was a matter of insert round peg in round hole, but obviously it is so much more than that,” said Harry, looking at Severus for help.

Obviously, thought Snape. “Sir, I am really at a loss of how I may be of assistance to you.”

Harry looked embarrassed.

“I was hoping you would help me… you know… walk me through some of these things mentioned in the book,” said Harry, pulling the book out of his pocket.

The book that was given to them on their wedding night, thought Severus, again. How could Harry even ask him such a thing?

“Sir, there are witches and wizards that make a living out of situations like this,” he offered to his ex-husband.

“I know that and I even thought of it, but you know me, it takes so long for me to warm up to people, and to do things so intimate. You understand, don’t you?”

NO, Severus did not understand. He did not want to understand.

“Sir we are no longer married,” said Severus, hoping that would end the conversation.

Harry thought long and hard on those words. “Yes, of course, what was I thinking… Neville.”

NO! Not Neville. Neville had nothing to do with it, but of course Harry would think that he was being denied because of Longbottom.

“Sir, I assure you this is not the reason. You have read the book and I am sure that will suffice.”

“Snape, how many times did I read the instruction to a potion and botched it up? The only written instructions I was ever able to follow were the ones you wrote yourself.”

Severus looked lost again so Harry decided to clear things up for him. “Half Blood Prince,” he said as a reminder. “It’s like I can read you. And you… well you know me and know how to handle me. Look you left me. And it’s alright but don’t just abandon me to my faith. You helped me with the first thing, I think it is only fair you see things through,” argued Harry, not admitting to himself or Severus his real motives.

Abandon! Harry had used the dreaded word. Harry felt abandoned by him. Severus swallowed an uncomfortable gulp. Harry could see the guilt on Snape’s face.

“Will you help me?” he said with his most tender voice.

Severus nodded. He owed it to Harry. He had indeed abandoned Harry even if it was against his will, but he had promised the kid dozens of times that he would never do it. He did not keep his word and now he would pay for it.

“So you’ll do it… where do we start?” said Harry a bit timidly. “I guess we should go up to your bedroom,” he suggested.

“We can do that but I hope you understand that when you are with Mr. Creevey he will expect some foreplay,” interjected Snape.

Harry considered Snape’s words. “Foreplay, yes that word is mentioned a couple of times in the book.”

Yes, the book that was given to THEM as a wedding gift, thought Severus.

“So the book says it is nothing more than caressing and enticing your partner,” recited Harry from memory. “So I guess we go upstairs and get naked so we can start caressing.”

Severus looked away, which clearly indicated to Harry that he was way off the mark.

“What?” protested Harry.

“You say that Mr. Creevey is chaste and pure, but yet you are expecting to take him to bed without any preparation, be it physical or emotional.”

Harry considered Severus’ words. “He might freak out,” concluded Harry.

“That is one way of putting it, yes.”

Harry stopped to plan out a new game plan. “Alright so… what would you suggest?”

Severus arched his eyebrow and reminded himself that he was before the wizard who had somehow managed to defeat the Dark Lord.

“Maybe you should offer your lover a drink. Something you might both enjoy. It does not have to be something as sophisticated as champagne or wine as long as you both enjoy it,” suggested Snape.

“Butterbear,” concluded Harry.

Severus took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Given the fact that you want to set a romantic mood maybe champagne and some strawberries will do the trick.”

“Strawberries? Why strawberries?”

“They tend to bring out the sweetness in the champagne,” lectured Snape.


“All right, wait one second,” said Harry disappearing through the floo and back again holding a bottle of chill champagne and fresh strawberries in a basket. He also brought some cheese. He smiled at Severus with a smugness that said ‘I thought about the cheese all on my own’.

Severus didn’t have the heart to tell Harry that dairy products were not a good idea on a first date. They were fuel for bad breath. Harry would have to find that out on his own.

Harry poured two glasses of the sparkling wine and motioned for Severus to sit as he handed him the glass. They had just settled in when Harry realized he had forgotten the strawberries and was about to get up to get them. Severus put a hand on his shoulders to keep him in place and reached down and touched Harry’s wand that was tucked in the back of his pants against Madeye’s advice.

“Oh, yeah, right,” taking out his wand and made a single strawberry fly to his hand. Severus looked confused.

“I thought we could share,” he said taking to strawberry to Severus’ lips.

Severus raised his eyebrow and thought that there might be hope yet. After taking a couple of sips of the very good champagne Harry took the glasses and placed them on the end table.

“So I guess this is where we start actually doing it, right?”

“Is that what you are going to announce to young Mr. Creevey? You need to think of smooth transitions. You wish to be subtle in your seduction. Make him feel safe and comfortable in your arms.”

Harry moved in and took Severus in his arms and kissed him. OH! It felt so good. Snape always tasted like pure heaven. And that scent, how he enjoyed that scent that smell like home, a real home. He broke away from the kiss still with closed eyes.

“Is that subtle enough for you?” Harry asked with an impish smile and resumed kissing Severus. Soon he was practically on top of Snape and trying not to hump him for fear of looking too desperate. “I need you so much,” he whispered in Snape’s ears.

Severus had to use all his inner strength to gather control over the situation. Harry was saying things that were meant for Creevey and he had to remind himself of that fact. “That is good. He will like to hear that,” he whispered back.

What?! What was Snape talking about? Did he miss something? Who is ‘he’? He moved his head back far enough to look into Snape’s eyes with a question in his eyes.

“Mr. Creevey will like hearing that you need him,” answered Snape.

OH! Right… Dennis… Harry went back into devouring mode. He locked his lips with Severus’ and had no intention of letting go during this lifetime. It was up to Severus to break away from the kiss.

“Harry,” he exhaled when he was free from the kiss.

It startled Harry to hear his name on Snape’s lips. He looked quizzically at the Potions Master but immediately went back to kissing Snape’s neck.

“He will not be calling you Sir,”

He? Oh Dennis, Harry realized a bit faster this time. Harry took Snape’s hand to his groin area to show his need.

“Can we go upstairs now?” whispered Harry into Severus’ ear as he trailed a path of kisses down his neck.

“Yes,” hissed Severus and before he knew it Harry had apparated them to a small bedroom.
“Is this your bedroom?” asked Harry looking around at the austere layout that consisted of a small bed and a dresser.

“Yes,” answered Severus nodding. “I gave the big room to Richard. He has more things than I do and the window shows the backyard which I have made into a little garden.”

Harry approached the window that showed the bleak street in front of the house. It was so like Snape to think of others first. Harry was startled by that thought.

“I guess you should get ready,” he said still looking out the window, but when he turned Severus was looking at him without moving to do as he had been told.

“I do not believe that young Mr. Creevey will know how to prepare for you if he is as pure and chaste as you say.”

Again Harry had to remember what they were doing here.

“Does the book not explain how to prepare your lover for minimal discomfort?”

Yes, Harry remembered reading that but it seemed so invasive. How was he supposed to do that to another person?

“I don’t think I can do what the book says,” said Harry, not meeting Snape’s eyes.

“Do you not remember how much you enjoyed it when I fingered you? Do you not wish to give Mr. Creevey that same pleasure?”

Harry remembered and wanted nothing more to get naked and on his belly so Snape could repeat that wonderful experience, but if it was going to happen he would have to play by the rules.

“Yeah, can you do that again, just so I can… you know… pay attention and really notice what you are doing?” tried Harry.

But Severus was not having any of it.


“You are here to learn how to be a lover not to indulge in your personal pleasure. You must think only of Mr. Creevey and what will please him,” admonished Severus with a raised eyebrow.

Severus didn’t think he was a good lover! Was Harry’s silent reaction but he soon had to admit to himself that he had given Snape plenty of ammunition for that statement.

“Yes, I want to be a good lover,” stated Harry, dropping his chin to his chest.

Severus felt his saliva grow so thick it was nearly impossible to swallow. Harry wanted to be a good lover. A good lover for Creevey. He squared his shoulders and approached his ex-husband.

Harry met him with pleading eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I always had to send you away so I could take the pill and give it time to work. Then I had to do things quick out of fear of the effects wearing off too quickly,” said Harry in a childish voice.

Severus remembered waiting countless times for Harry to come up to the bedroom after he had sent Severus to get ready. It now made so much more sense. Severus also remembered thinking that Harry was thinking of another in order to get aroused because he was always ready when he came into the bedroom. The pill had deprived Harry from learning how to entice your lover.

“You will have to be gentle with Mr. Creevey. You do not wish to scare him. Keep in mind that this will be his first intimate encounter. If you remember these things everything will go smoothly. It is in your nature to care for those who look up to you,” said Snape in a very tender and understanding voice.


Harry stood up to his full height. He would show Snape that he could be a good lover. He accepted Snape into his arms and again claimed Severus’ mouth. As he kissed he began to unbutton Severus’ shirt and soon had his husband’s upper body all to himself. He ran his hands all over the expansive back of the tall and leaner man. He could feel the strength of the man in his arms. Strength that submitted to his ministrations. The thought was intoxicating, so intoxicating that he didn’t even feel when Snape had removed his shirt. Harry used his wand to remove Snape’s pants but when he was going to do the same with his own Snape shook his head.

“I believe you should be a bit more cautious in the presence of an innocent. He might get scared. First make sure he feels good about his own nudity in front of you. Make sure he understands how beautiful you perceive him to be.”

Harry buried his nose in Severus’ hair, he so wished Snape would stop talking about Dennis. They were together and he was trying so hard to please him, but of course Severus had no interest in what was happening. To him it was just another thing he had to teach bloody, idiotic, Harry Potter.

Harry guided Severus to the little bed. It would not do, so he took out his wand and expanded the bed and while he was at it he made sure it had fine Egyptian cotton bed sheets. He lay Severus down with care, making sure to pepper kisses at every reachable moment. He wanted to show him how much he enjoyed his body and began a long trail of kisses from neck to toe. Making sure to stop at those delectable parts and indulging in extra ministrations like licks and nibbles.

Harry looked up and saw nothing but pleasure on Snape’s face. He had never done this and it made him feel ten feet tall. He took out the lube that they had gotten for their wedding night and placed it on the bed. Severus saw it and came down from his high. Harry was using their lube on his new lover.

Harry saw the change on Snape’s face. “Don’t worry. I remember what to do. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

“Those are excellent words to tell Mr. Creevey. He will need your constant assurance,” said Severus, looking away from Harry, swallowing the big gulp of saliva that was obstructing his airway.

Harry didn’t want Snape to continue to speak. He was ruining everything. Harry just wanted to make love to him. To show him that he could be a good lover.

“Shhhh, no talking; alright?”

Severus looked at him with disbelief. “If I do not speak to you how will you know if you are doing things right?”

Harry considered his words. This was just a lesson to Snape. He could not feel for the man who had hurt him and had tried to mutilate him. Harry gathered his self control and reached for the lube.

“You will have to turn,” he said dipping his finger into the lube.

“But I wish to look into your eyes,” said Severus, sending Harry in a loop.

“What?”

“Mr. Creevey is a young and romantic wizard. I am sure he has read plenty of romantic novels and will wish to look into your eyes while he loses his virginity.”

“Can we do that?” asked a very skeptical Harry.

“Have you not read the book?”

“Yes, I do think I remember seeing something on how to make love face to face but it said that it was not recommended for first times.”


“And it is not but you will have to find a way to persuade Mr. Creevey of this without making him feel that his is giving up on his notion of romanticism.”

Harry looked defeated as if an impossible task had been assigned to him; a task he knew he could not complete. Severus took pity on him.

“Think of a way in which he can continue to hold on to his romantic notion but still be in the best position for his first intimate encounter,” prodded Severus.

Harry thought hard on what Snape had said. He was determined to show Snape that he could be a good and considerate lover and it came to him.


“Listen, I will prepare you on your back but when it is time for penetration you will have to turn. Is that good enough for you?” he asked with care.

Wow! Harry really wanted to please Creevey. He really wanted to be a good lover for him, thought Severus as he nodded his consent.

Harry lifted Snape’s thighs and Severus held on to them pulling his knees close to his chest. Harry felt awkward and knew that if he felt this way Snape must feel ten times worst so he decided to ease Severus into things by laying in bed and placing his head close to Severus’ groin. He first sniffed and then kissed, and then he began to nibble until he finally took Severus into his mouth. Oh Merlin! Severus tasted so good. Was there anything that wasn’t just perfect about him? He wanted to swallow Severus’ manhood and the fact that Severus was yelping in pleasure fueled his ambition. It was the perfect moment to insert the lubed finger and Snape took it all in without hesitation. Severus couldn’t believe the pleasure he was experiencing. Harry’s finger in his anal cavity and Harry’s lips wrapped around his penis. It was heaven, pure heaven. All of a sudden Snape open his eyes in realization.

“You must not insert the finger with such haste. My body is used to it but young Mr. Creevey is not.”

Harry didn’t want to hear it and inserted a second finger that sent Severus into a mad swirl where he could not remember his own name, much less the reason why he was in bed with his ex-husband. Harry was sucking relentlessly and was that a third finger? Yes! OH Merlin, please don’t let it stop. “OH! Oh! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” Severus had come. He had no idea how it had happened. How he had lost control. He covered his face in shame and Harry drank his white liquid as if it were the most delicious nectar he had ever drank.

“Forgive me, Sir,” said Severus from in between his hands.

Harry scooted up to Severus’ eyelevel. “Why? It was brilliant. I can’t believe I made you lose it like that. Here, taste how wonderful you taste,” said Harry, engulfing Snape’s mouth with his.

Severus tasted himself on his… ex-husband’s tongue. He so wished that it were him Harry desired, but of course that was ridiculous. It was then when he noticed that Harry had made his pants disappear and was now rubbing his huge bulge against his thigh.

“I believe it is time for me to turn on my stomach,” he announced, looking into Harry’s eyes.

“Are you sure you are ready?” asked Harry, rubbing their noses together in a tender act that disarmed Severus.


Harry was going to be an excellent lover. Creevy was a lucky man he thought as he turned to show he was ready.

Harry lifted Snape’s midsection so he was on his knees and then lowered his head onto an awaiting pillow. He positioned himself behind the man who was once his husband and began kissing his neck and back as he slowly inserted his cock into place. He was going to begin a rhythmical hump when he remembered something he had read and reached under and grabbed Snape’s cock in his hand. Soon he had Snape whimpering again with each trust of Harry’s hips and each pull of his hand.

“Harry… Harry… Ha…” cried Snape.

Harry wished he would stop doing so. He wanted to hear Snape yell “Sir” or “husband” he wanted Severus to want to be in his arms. To find pleasure in his caresses.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Severus was squeezing. Oh! It always felt so good when he did that. OHHHH! It felt so good. It smelled so good, it tasted so good. OOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He had buried his seed deep within Snape. It was probably the last time he would be able to leave his seed within Snape. Seed that would never grow. These were the thought swirling in Harry’s head as he fell to Severus’ side, short on breath.

A/N

Well it was kind of a Snarry; dont you think?

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