Deserving (Final Chapter)

Chapter 38
Author: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Ellie

Severus watched as Harry got dressed. He thought he saw Harry go for his money bag but thankfully thought better of it. Harry left without saying a word. Was he disappointed? thought Severus. Severus looked out the window and was surprised to see Harry walking away from his house. Why didn’t he disapperate? He could see the sadness in Harry’s posture. He was definitely disappointed.

Harry walked away with an inexplicable heaviness in his stomach. Why was it so had to move away from that place? He did not want to use magic; it would be too fast and it hurt too much to leave.


***

The following Friday Dennis walked in through the floo with a brown paper bag full of groceries in his hands and a broad smile on his face.

“Good evening, love,” he said pecking Harry in the lips. “Everything is ready and I’ve got everything we need for tonight.”

Harry looked lost and grabbed the bag out of Dennis’ hand out of pure courtesy. Dennis pulled out a box from the bag.

“Look! Cake mix!” he said in what Harry thought a too enthusiastic voice. “Please, tell me you have had some; being muggle raised you must have,” ranted Dennis as he hauled Harry towards the kitchen.

“Good luck getting that into Kreacher’s kitchen,” warned Harry.

“Got that covered, love. I owled the Professor and asked him to have Kreacher take care of Richard tonight. We have the house all to ourselves,” said Dennis with a sexy smile.

Kreacher was taking care of Richard; what was Snape doing? That was a dumb question, it’s Friday night Harry; what do you think he is doing? Harry tormented himself with these thoughts. Harry put the bag down on the kitchen table.

“Look, I will leave you to this. Call me when dinner is ready.”

“Harry!” reacted a stunned Dennis. “I am not going to cook for you. We are a couple. We do things together. YOU and I are going to cook. It will be fun. You’ll see.”

“Ahh, sorry, but I don’t do cooking. I did enough of that growing up. So if you need help I suggest you get one of your elf friends. The ones that are always getting you in trouble and…”

“Harry! They do not get me in trouble and what do you mean you don’t do cooking? Harry if we are going to be a couple we need to do things for and with each other. Look, I understand that this is all new to you but you are going to have to put some effort into it.” Dennis leaned in and took Harry in his arms rubbing his nose on Harry’s cheek. “Besides, tonight is a special night and I am sure you want to please me,” he said rubbing his midsection with Harry’s.

Harry did want to make this special for such a beautiful creature as Dennis but he could not help but feel that it was a burden to do things he did not like to do. Snape would never make him cook. Snape never expected him to do much.

Then it suddenly dawned on him that maybe this is how things worked. Maybe this is why he lost his family: because he didn’t know how things should work. He decided he wasn’t going to make the same mistake with Dennis. He did not want to be alone.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Harry, looking into Dennis’ triumphant face.

“I knew you would please me,” said a giddy Dennis. “Why don’t you start by beating the eggs while I get the meat in the oven? Oh, Harry, I am so excited. I can’t believe the day has finally come. I know I must seem stupid to you but I feel I have been waiting for this night all of my life,” said the young Gryffindor.

Dennis was beautiful when he smiled. Everything about him was perfect. Not that Snape was ugly, because if you thought about it he wasn’t really ugly. He was just so serious all the time. Except when he was with Richard. Then you could see a pleasant, almost serene complexion that made him look… Harry shook his head. He had to stop thinking about Snape. He had Dennis before him. A beautiful, young, good… not that Snape wasn’t good. Sure he had done some awful things but so had he… Focus Harry, think Dennis and only Dennis.

“Did you cut your hair?”

“Oh, Harry I can’t believe you noticed. Yes, I went to the mall because as wonderful as the Wizarding World is it has no sense of style,” said Dennis with a coy giggle.

Harry tried to keep his eyes on Dennis. To focus on the kid that was here to give him his innocence.

“Harry! You’re cheating!” squealed Dennis. “You’re not supposed to use magic to beat those eggs,” he said, leaning over to take Harry’s wand away from him but Harry pulled his hand back to avoid being disarmed. Dennis looked hurt, Harry obviously didn’t trust him.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that as an Auror we are trained never to let anyone touch our wand,” lied Harry, remembering countless times when Snape reached for his wand and Harry never gave it a second thought.

That seemed to do the trick with Dennis as he once again smiled. The kid did have a sexy smile. He was simply gorgeous. That’s it Harry focus on Dennis.

“Alright then I think you can add the cake mix. Make sure to beat it for three minutes; by hand,” he scolded with a smile.

Once Harry had followed instructions he announced that he was done.

“Well, go on now, butter the baking pan and pour the mixture then put it in the oven. Make sure you time it,” said Dennis as he worked on the other elements of dinner.

Harry didn’t much care for all the bossing around that Dennis was doing. This was his house and here everyone did as he said: Kreacher, Snape, … everyone. Well maybe that’s why there was no one left. They had all left him. He had to stop giving orders and start accepting them or Dennis would also leave, so he got to work. After the cake was in the oven Dennis had him make the salad and set the table. It had been years since he had to do house chores. Severus always had everything ready for him. He would even help him with his cloak as soon as he arrived. Snape also seemed to know when things had been particularly rough at work. Snape just had to take one good look at him and turn on his heels; seconds later he would have a drink in his hands and was guided to his favorite chair. But Snape was no longer here and he would have to work hard to keep Dennis from leaving.

Dennis talked all through dinner and Harry could not keep up with the conversation. Do people really talk that much? Then he remembered how Hermione always talked through their meals at Hogwarts. Snape never…

“Earth to Harry,” said Dennis through coned hands.

“Sorry, I am just…”

“I know exactly what is going through you head,” said Dennis banging his index finger on Harry’s forehead.

Harry was horrified. Could Izzy really know what he was thinking about?

Dennis laughed when he saw Harry’s face. “Harry, don’t be so coy. We are adults here. I know perfectly well that you can’t wait to have your wicked way with me,” he said with a side ways glance.

Harry laughed a sigh of relief as he was being guided to the sofa. They sat beside each other and Dennis began to kiss Harry. Harry was alright with it until Dennis slipped his tongue into Harry’s mouth. Thoughts were racing into Harry’s head. It didn’t taste right. It didn’t feel right. Why was Dennis taking control? Wasn’t he the weak one? Harry didn’t even know why he thought of Dennis as being weak. He had been doing courageous stuff for quite a while. He didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. No, Dennis was not weak. He was slightly built and very handsome but he was far from being weak. Harry would not be in control of this situation and that scared him. He had to remind himself countless time that he feared loneliness more than giving up control.

Dennis broke of the kiss with hooded eyes. “That was amazing,” he said opening his bright eyes and smiling. “I think we are ready for the bedroom.”

For some reason beyond Harry’s comprehension that statement scared him. “Wait! We haven’t had the champagne and the strawberries,” exclaimed Harry out of the blue.

“What?”

“We need champagne and strawberries. The strawberries make it taste good. You have to try it; it’s amazing! I will be back.”

But Dennis wasn’t letting go. “Harry, enough, we both know what we want and we can’t continue to torture each other out of some false sense of romanticism. Take me to your bed, now,” was Dennis’ demand.

Harry looked towards the floo. He so wanted to go get that bottle and strawberries. He felt the air was lacking in his house. But Dennis was not letting go of his arm. He had to please Dennis. Dennis was all he had left. He pulled on his arms bringing Dennis to a standing position and into his arms. Dennis smiled and fell right into the soul sucking kiss that Harry locked him in.

“I knew you were as anxious as I am. Take me to your bed, love.”

Harry apparated them to the guest room. Dennis looked puzzled.

“Harry, this is not your room.”

“Um, yeah, well, I have been sleeping here. You know… Richard was born in that room and I just can’t…”

“Oh, love; I can just imagine how much you are suffering. You do know you can see Richard whenever you want? I am sure the Professor will not object to you seeing Richard when you are pinning for him.”

Harry knew that this was true but he also knew that Snape always sent Richard over with Kreacher. He never came with their son. That bore a hole in Harry’s heart. Had he been such a monster that Snape wanted no part of him?

“Love?” asked Dennis, bringing Harry back to his present.

“I am sorry. I just can’t stop thinking about him.”

“I think we should get comfortable and tomorrow morning we can owl the Professor and see if we can take Richard to the park. It will do you good to spend some time with him. But tonight you are all mine, Mr. Harry Potter,” said Dennis, guiding him to the bed.

Dennis cast a disrobing spell and soon they were both naked in each other’s arms. Harry cast nox.

“Harry! Why did you turn off the lights?” said Dennis, casting lumos.

“We are going to do it; aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are love but what does that have to do with you turning off the lights?”

Harry wished Dennis wasn’t so complicated. He always turned off the lights when he made… when he had sex with Snape, what did Dennis want?

“Love, when two people are in love they make love with all their senses. Touch,” he said as he stroked Harry’s hair. “Vision,” he said as he gave Harry a very seductive glance. “Smell,” he whispered, taking a deep breath near Harry’s neck. This made Harry mew. “Ummm, perfect example of hearing, love,” capturing Harry’s lips and burring his tongue deep within it. “Taste”

Harry was feeling so aroused. He allowed Dennis to guide him onto the bed but then he realized that Dennis was on top and flipped them over. But Dennis flipped them again. What was Dennis playing at?

“Stop, stay still,” whispered Harry into Dennis’ ear as he flipped them once again.

“Oh, I see, you’re used to being in charge; are you?” said Dennis with a wicked smile that made Harry uneasy.

Harry put his weight on Dennis to keep him in the desired position and felt his partner’s erection rub against his knee. Was he ever grateful for Snape’s potion brewing abilities? He rubbed his own bulge against Dennis.

“Harry I want you so bad,” whispered Dennis.

Dennis wanted him. He did not fear him like Snape did. He trusted that Harry could make him happy. Why couldn’t Snape understand this? That Harry was capable of making him happy. If only he had not given up on him. He gave Dennis another possessive kiss and could not understand how such a beautiful creature could taste so bland.

Dennis’ body was on fire. “Take me love, take me now.” And Harry wanted to; he wanted it so bad but something did not feel right and before he knew what came over him he leapt to a sitting position dangling his feet on the side of the bed.

Dennis sat up right after him. “What is it, love? Was it me?”

Harry shook his head. “No, you are perfect, but I can’t do this. I can’t take you thinking about another man.”

Dennis’ eyes blinked as if processing the information.

“Oh, Harry, you love him. You love the Professor,” declared Dennis.

Harry looked back at him with eyes as wide as saucers. “What?!... Love?... NO!”


Dennis put a hand on Harry’s shoulder but Harry stood up, so Dennis wrapped the sheet around him like a toga and followed the Chosen One, reaching him in front of the window.

“Love, don’t you see? I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. I have been yours since the night you were released but it wasn’t until tonigt… Oh, Merlin! It wasn’t even your idea. And then you couldn’t even fathom the idea of taking me in the same room where you made love to him…”

“I HAVE NEVER MADE LOVE TO HIM!” said Harry, turning with a menacing glower towards Dennis. But Dennis did not back down.

“So he has never shared your bed?” asked a puzzled Dennis.

Harry had to process that question. “He is my husband. He took care of my needs.”

Dennis sighed and took a knowing breath. “Do you realize you have never called him your ex-husband?”

Again Harry had to take a minute to process the information.

“Love, don’t you see? You ache for him. You want him…”

“You don’t understand. No one understands; he is my husband. We are a family. I want my family back.”

“You could have had Richard. The court would not have been able to deny you his custody but then you would have lost your connection to the Professor, and you couldn’t deal with that.”

Harry began to hyperventilate and a magical wind invaded the room.

“You can bring the whole house down. That’s not going to change the fact that the Professor is a part of your life and you can’t deal with a life without him,” said Dennis, forcing Harry to stop the swirl of magic.

“He doesn’t want to be a part of my life. He abandoned me,” whispered Harry.

“No, love, he did not abandon you; he saved you.”

Harry turned to look at Dennis with questions on his face.

“Yes, love, contrary to you, the Professor does know that he loves you. So he made the ultimate sacrifice and left you.”


“What are you on about? That makes no sense.”

“Harry, he did what he had to do to keep you from going to Azkaban.”

“Azkaban?”

“Harry, there is more than enough proof that you took an illegal potion.”

Harry processed the information. “And Snape was going to file charges.”

“Harry! You’re not listening. The Professor was not going to let you go to Azkaban and did everything in his power to keep you from going there.”

“How did he abandoning me keep me from going to Azkaban?”

“You don’t get it; do you love? Madam Sprout told the Professor that either he divorce you or she would send you to Azkaban. The Professor didn’t have the heart to ask you for a divorce so he told Neville that if he got you to accept the divorce the Professor would marry him.”


“So you are saying that he didn’t want to abandon me?”

“Harry, you must know that he loves you. He has never ever turned on you and even you must admit that he has had more than enough reasons to do so.”

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. Yes, he had hurt Snape and Snape had never tried to get even. Snape had always put the well being of their family first. Harry felt such a weight in his heart. The information was too late in coming. He had lost Snape. Snape would never go back on his word to Neville.

“And now I have lost him. Neville will never hurt him.”

Dennis felt his heart go out to his love. “No, love, like you the Professor could not handle being touched by Neville. Neville was very hurt but then he understood that the Professor’s heart belonged to you.”

Dennis stopped a minute to consider his own words. “I guess I will have to learn the same.”

“I won’t go back on my word!” charged Harry.

Dennis dropped his chin to his chest. “Yes, love, that is exactly what I want, a lover that is by my side because he gave me his word,” said Dennis with a raised eyebrow. “No, love, I won’t hold you to your word. Now that I know that you… DON’T love the professor, I won’t keep you from your family,” said Dennis, being careful to word things in a way that Harry got the message without getting upset.

Harry blinked again, trying to input the information.

“Harry, go, you need to be with the Professor as much as he wants to be with you,” he said, again careful with his wording.

Harry got up, unsure of what to do. He walked to the bed. Then he walked to the loo. Then he was walking towards the door.

“Love, why don’t you begin by getting your wand and getting dressed?” guided Dennis.

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that,” said Harry, finding his wand on the floor with his clothes and glasses. Once everything was in place he started walking towards the door when he realized he had his wand in his hand and he was a wizard. He disappeared right before Dennis’ eyes.


***

“Snape! Snape!” yelled Harry as soon as he apparated in Severus’ sitting room.

Severus came down the stairs in haste.

“Sir, what is wrong?” was all Severus could get out before his mouth was captured in a possessive kiss.

Severus’ mind tried to make sense of what was going on then he thought he knew what was happening. Harry still felt insecure with Dennis. He managed to free his mouth.


“You will frighten him if you are this aggressive,” he managed while Harry kissed his cheek, ears, neck and back to his lips.

“Not you; you can take it. You can handle me. Can’t you?”

“Sir, please focus, I can’t do this. You are as prepared as you are going to be. Please stop,” he said, managing to move his body around and out of Harry’s reach.

But Harry would not have it. He rushed Severus’ body to the nearest wall and pinned him to it, recapturing his mouth. Severus wanted to plead for his freedom but he didn’t want the kissing to stop. These kisses were not meant for him, but he so desired them.

“I am never, ever going to let you out of my life again,” said Harry into Severus’ ears.

What? What was Harry saying? Was he practicing for Mr. Creevey? But when had he let young Mr. Creevey out of his sight?

“Our family will never be apart again, I promise you that.”

Severus broke away from him, needing to look into Harry’ eyes.

“I know what happened. I know you did not want to leave me. It’s alright; everything is going to be alright now. If you give the word our family will be reunited at once.”

“They will take you away to Azkaban,” contested Severus.

“Six months. Six months is the maximum penalty for illegal potions. And did you know they have conjugal visits?”

“That is not remotely funny. I will not have it. Azkaban will kill you. I will not …”

Harry captured his mouth once again in order to stop the rampage.

“If you promise to come see me every week, I know I can do it. And then no one will be able to separate us,” argued Harry, kissing every reachable part of Severus’ upper body.

“Azkaban is a foul place,” whispered Severus with closed eyes, enjoying the kisses that he now knew were meant for him.

“Do you really think it is worst than losing our family?”

Severus knew Harry had a point. Somehow he was getting his family back. He could not argue with that kind of reasoning. He shook his head.

“Kreacher!” called Harry.

The little house elf appeared at once.

“Move all of Snape and Richard’s things back to the house,” ordered Harry.

Kreacher’s eyes beamed and grew to an impossible size. Then the little creature ran and clamped Harry’s lower body with his own.

“Thank you, Harry Potter, Sir, thank you. Kreacher is taking his family back home right now,” he said as he moved towards Severus.

“No, I will take Snape, you handle Richard and their belongings,” Harry clarified.

Kreacher turned and rocked on his heels with a smile on his wrinkled old face.

“Yes, Harry Potter, Sir, you is taking care of Severus, sir,” and with that he disappeared.

Harry turned to look at Snape.

“Everything is going to be different now. I am going to take such good care of you that you will never ever want to leave me again.”

“I do not know how much you have been told but I assure you I have never had any desire to leave your house nor our family. I do not see the need for change,” said Severus, looking very much in control of his words.

“Don’t you get it? We have to move on. If we are going to give Richard…”

“And our future children,” interjected Severus.

Harry looked at him. He realized they could now have another child, but would that be wise?

“Look, I know I said your punishment would be…”


“is”

“What?”

“Not would be; is,” explained Severus.

Harry realized at that moment that Severus wasn’t going to let it go. Severus needed to know that he had paid for his crimes. Harry would have to find a way to do so and at the same time show Snape that they could be happy. Snape needed him to be strong and Harry would be everything he needed him to be.

“Yes, but before we can have anymore children I will have to reclaim you.”

Severus felt those words deep inside his being. Harry was going to reclaim him. It felt like nectar to his soul.

“Did he take you?” asked Harry.

Severus didn’t quite know how to answer that question. A lot had happened but nothing at all if you really thought about it.

“Snape! I asked you a question,” demanded Harry.

“Sir, he did not take me but I must confess to everything short of the actual act transpired among Mr. Longbottom and I.”

Harry moved in and took Severus’ chin in his hand and guided his eyes to his. “I will erase his touches, his kisses, and his voice.”

“Yes,” hissed Severus.

Harry wrapped him in his arms and apparated them to Severus’ little room. Severus looked confused.

“You can’t re enter my house until I have reclaimed you,” Harry explained.

Snape nodded his head in agreement. Harry waved his wand a couple of times and the bed grew three times its size. Severus was left naked and the water was running in the shower. Harry guided Severus to the steamy shower and put a hand in to make sure it wasn’t too scolding. He then guided Severus to step inside. “Good?” he asked. Snape simply nodded. Harry soaped up a hand towel and began to cleanse Severus’ body, paying special attention to all of his crevices. Severus felt life returning to his body with every one of Harry’s strokes.

“Say it,” demanded Harry.

His demand was strong and it felt so right to Severus.

“Say it!” said Harry placing more authority in his demand.

“Say it, now!”

“Yours, always yours,” proclaimed Severus with eyes shut.

“Mine!”





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