Deserving (Final Chapter)

Chapter 39
By: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Not yet beta but I am sure it will be tomorrow morning. It is up to you if you want to wait for the corrected chapter.


A/N Happy Valentines!



Pop, pop, pop sounded off the three house elves that popped into Harry’s guest room to find Dennis in a fetus position on the bed. The little wizard definitely needed help. One of the elves popped out of the room and soon came back with Neville. It took Neville but a second to figure out why his elf had sequestered him to this place. He rushed to the bed and placed a hand on Dennis’ back.

“Hay little friend, why so blue?” asked Neville in a soothing voice.

Dennis looked up at him and then he buried his face back into the pillow.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No!” reacted Dennis spinning his head up again. “Harry would never hurt me. He…” but he didn’t find words to fill in the blank. “He doesn’t love me,” he whispered.

“I don’t think he is capable of loving anyone,” chastised Neville.

Dennis sat up to be at eye level with Neville. “That’s not true. He loves the Professor.”

“He told you that,” asked a skeptical Longbottom.

“Well not exactly but you’ve got to understand Harry… well… Harry…”

“Harry does not love the professor. He might need him. He might be used to him. He might even be in love with the whole family idea but he does not love Severus,” assured Neville.

“If you would have been here you would have seen how much he really does love the Professor. I know it’s hard for you to understand. My own heart aches like nothing I have ever experienced before.”

“So he did hurt you?”

Dennis considered Neville’s words. “I was blind. All I could see were my own needs. I have always loved him but even a fool could see that Harry has never been the least bit attracted to me.”

“I don’t think your being fair with your assessment. I myself have witness Harry’s eyes stray when you are in the room.”

Dennis shook his head. “Physical attraction, nothing deep, I am sick of it. Men are always attracted by my looks never by whom I am.”

Neville looked at Dennis as if he had seen him for the first time. “Wow, I guess you are quite handsome.”

“OH, you just figure that one out?” asked an offended Dennis.

“Sorry, little one, I guess you grew up without me really noticing.”

“What do you mean you haven’t notice that I am all grown up. You send me on missions. You can’t think of me as a kid.”

“Well, actually I can see you as a kid. The DA was made up of kids. And we did a great job, if I must say so myself.”

Dennis saw Neville’s reasoning but… had Neville really not seen him as the attractive bloke that everyone sees?

“Are you alright?” asked Neville seeing Dennis’ unreadable face.

“Yeah, just my bruised ego.”

Neville ruffled his hair. “Come on, you’re better than that, don’t give Harry the power to hurt you.”

***

Harry lied on Severus chest as his hair was being stroked by the Potions Master.

“We can easily keep our union a secret, this way they cannot take you away,” was Severus’ suggestion.

“No, you are ready to have my baby and I will only entrust you to Poppy. She will know who the father is.”

Harry was right for once Severus had not thought of all the possible outcomes but Harry had.

“I can take care of myself. I know all the procedures and Kreacher…


“No, you will get only the best care. No half way with this one.”

“I did receive the best care with Richard,” corrected the Professor.

“Not from me you didn’t,” cleared Harry sounding guilty.

Severus didn’t understand how things were going to change but he did know that Harry had an agenda.

***


Harry watched as Snape came down with a load of white blanket neatly folded. He watched as Snape put the pile down and took the one on top draping the sofa. Harry understood the plan and with a wave of his wand all the furniture was covered.

“Can we go now?”

Severus looked around one last time then nodded his consent but as Harry was going to take him in his arms they saw the floo stir and out came a flock of wizards and witches. Harry could see Kingsley, Ron and Eric from the Auror department. He also saw Minerva and Poppy followed by Hermione and Madam Sprout who was the first one to speak.

“Severus, what is the meaning of this? I have always regarded you as a man of your word,” she charged like a raging bull.

“My husband has not gone back on his word.”

“Your ex-husband,” squealed Minerva.

“Oh, I am sorry headmistress; I forgot to send you an invitation. Severus and I went to a muggle court this morning and got married. A marriage that the Magical Ministry cannot dissolve,” replied a very smug Harry.

Everyone but Ron seemed shock.

“Severus! What is the meaning of this? You gave your word.”

“And he kept it. You asked that he divorce me and he did. To the best of our knowledge there was no stipulation on how long this divorce had to last.”

“So you expect to be free of your crime just like that,” protested Poppy.

“No, you can arrest me as soon as you’re ready. I know I have a crime to pay for,” admitted Harry.

“Arrested for what?” asked Ron from behind the crowd.

“It’s alright Ron. I know I have to go to Azkaban, but I also know that they can’t keep me there for more than six months.

“Harry, what exactly are you being arrested for?” asked a puzzled Hermione.

“The castration potion, remember?”

Hermione and Ron turned to look at the rest for some answeres. None were forthcoming. They turned again to Harry who had a protective stands in front of Severus.

“Harry the potion is not an illegal one,” stated Hermione.

Severus processed the information much quicker than Harry did.

“It is the ingrediants not the potion,” Severus thought out loud.

“What?” asked a very confused Harry.

“You tricked me!” charged a very angry Potions Master, glaring at the ladies who had been his co-workers for over twenty years.

“No, Severus, we did not. I told you I was more worried about you than the potion. I simple asked you to divorce Mr. Potter and no further investigation…”

“Further investigation! Do you know my husband to be any good in a potion’s lab? If someone was going to be under investigation would I not be the likely suspect?” he said glaring at Madame Sprout while turning slightly to Kingsley.

“Can someone please explain wh…”

“Harry, you have never been in danger of going to Azkaban as Severus was made to think,” cleared Hermione.

“But I snatched…”

“Something that is sanctioned within the department. Kingsley is the one who should deal with that not the court system,” explained Ron.

“You mean to tell me,” turning to the older witches “that you destroyed our family…”

“No, Mr. Potter, you destroyed your family by hurting your better half,” said Poppy refusing to stand down.

“You are nothing but meddling witches. How dare you presume to know what is best for me? I would think that my four decades of existence would qualify me as an adult. Someone capable of looking out for himself,” charged an angry Severus that had somehow manage to move in front of his husband and so close to the witches that they could smell the mint tea in his breath.

Harry had forgotten how intimidating Snape could be. He almost felt sorry for the witches. Almost.

“Husband,” he said commanding Severus’ attention, “It’s alright, they weren’t able to separate us and now that we know better; they never will,” said Harry looking into Severus’ eyes.

“Unless you manage your goal and kill Severus. That should do the trick,” spouted Madam Sprout.

Harry did not move his eyes from Severus’. “No, things are going to change. I am going to take good care of my family. I am going to make sure they are safe and … happy.”

Severus did not know what to make of these words. This was new to him. He had learned how to deal with despise and hatred at a very young age. This… this… someone taking care of him and his needs was all too unknown to him. He didn’t know how to feel about it. It scared him.

“Let’s go home husband,” said Harry opening his arms to Snape and wrapping his cape around him in a very caring and protective manner.

They were gone leaving the gathered witches and wizards with a sense of incompletion.

“I cannot believe you did that to them. You could have destroyed not only their lives but the lives of Neville and Dennis,” charged Hermione.

“We did it to save Severus,” protested Poppy.

“Can’t you see? He doesn’t want to be saved. He needs Harry as much as Harry needs him,” she continued her protest.

“You are young and enchanted by the fact that they are soul mates,” retorted Madam Sprout.

Hermione was stunned by her words and Ron closed his eyes in dread. That was the last thing he wanted Hermione to hear.

Hermione quietly left through the floo and Ron followed her. It took him a couple of tries but he finally found her in her office.

“Stop!” he said as soon as he was faced to face with his wife.

“I assure you I have no idea what you are talking about,” she said as she pretended to be very busy with some scrolls.

“Come off it, Hermione, this is exactly the same way you reacted when you found out that my parents were soul mates.

“Ron, I am very busy and you are making no sense what so ever.”

Ron took her in his arms and gave her a tender kiss. “Don’t you see, love. I wouldn’t change what we have for the entire destiny, soul mate, bounds crap in the world. We love each other. Not because fate or destiny say we should but because we want to be together. Because for some unknown reasoned the Smartest Witch of our times decided that she was going to spend the rest of her life with a dense bloke like me. If it were destiny you would have an excuse to have picked so poorly but you don’t have that excuse. You picked me out of you own will and as much as I turn that over and over in my head, it makes no sense. So you see, love, you have no rational reason to be with me other than you truly love me,” he said with a sheepish smile.

Hermione let her head fall on to her tall husband’s chest. “That must be the most romantic thing you have ever said to me. Not too shabby for a self professed dense bloke,” she said with a little chuckle.

***


“Dada! Papa! Your back. Where were you?” asked Richard as he propelled himself into Severus’ arms. “I missed you.”

“Did you miss me too?” ask Harry messing up his son’s hair.

“Dada!” protested Richard. “I said Dada AND Papa,” he said rolling his eyes to show his lack of tolerant.

“I believe Dada needs a welcome home hug. He might be feeling left out,” Severus said handing Richard over to his Dada.

Harry could see that Severus’ mind was not present in their little family reunion. They had dinner, played with Richard in the sitting area and then took him up for a bath and a bedtime story. Harry said he could handle it from the bath on so Severus went to get ready for his husband but grew impatient when Harry took way too long in getting back to their room.

“But I have already read you three stories,” Harry was protesting when Severus got to the door of the nursery.

“Please, Dada, one more. I love it when you say: WHO’S THAT PASSING OVER MY BRIDGE?” mimicked Richard using a very deep and powerful voice.

Harry’s laughter froze in mid air when he spotted Severus with an arch eyebrow standing in the doorframe.

“No, Richard, three stories are more than enough. It’s time to sleep.”

Richard followed his dada eye path and realized that it was time to go to sleep. Papa would not have allowed more than one story never mind three. He laid back and placed the covers way up to his chin and closed his eyes a bit too forcefully. Harry had to bite his lips so as not to laugh.

Once in their bedroom Harry felt free to chuckle. “I guess he knows where he stands with each of us,” he said messing up his own hair.

“Children are very perceptive and he knows you crave his acceptance. I advice you stop this behavior at once.”

Harry was about to bark back but then it dawn on him. “This isn’t about Richard; is it?”

“I believe he is the subject of our conversation,” responded Severus without looking at Harry.

“No, you are not fooling me. I know you are still upset about what they did to us.”

“What my foolish behavior allowed them to do,” interjected Severus.

“Stop,” said Harry walking over to Severus and taking him into his arms. “Stop, blaming yourself for something you had no control over,” as he rubbed their foreheads together. “Look, this is our wedding night; you are not going to let them ruin that; are you?” Snape shook his head. “Good, because I already told you, things are going to be different this time.”

Severus took a deep breath. He wished Harry would stop this foolish talk. He hated not knowing what to expect. Harry could still see concern in Snape’s eyes.

“Was your mother happy?” came the curve ball. Severus had no clue what Harry was asking.


“Sir?”

“Was she happy? Did she often smile or laugh?”

Severus shook his head. “I don’t believe I ever heard her laugh. She was a very sad woman,” Severus confessed.

“How old were you when you figured this out?”

Severus looked at him lost. Why the questions? Why these questions?

“I think I knew all my life that she was unhappy.”

“And you don’t think Richard doesn’t pick up on it when you are not happy? When you laden yourself with guilt? Isn’t his happiness our common goal in life? We have to learn how to live without guilt. I know it won’t be easy but we have to if we are going to raise happy children,” reasoned Harry.

Severus looked into his husband’s eyes. When had he matured so much? It was a transformation that he had never expected and was not too sure how he felt about it, but in conclusion he knew that Harry was right. Their children deserved a better life than what they had lived and he was definitely on board to give them that. So he smiled to show Harry his willingness to live without guilt.

Harry smiled back. “Good, now we are getting somewhere and speaking about wedding nights.”

Severus pushed his head back to get a better view of his husband as if this would give him a better understanding of what had just been said. Harry simply laughed.

“It is our wedding night, you know,” he said with a cute smile that Severus couldn’t help but find endearing. “And we did say we were going to do things differently this time.”

“We?” asked Severus with an arch eyebrow.

“Alright, I said things would be different. I promise I won’t hurt you this time.”

“But Sir, May I remind you that it was on the night of our wedding that you began to treat me…” he looked around for the right words that seem to be eluding him.

“With less brutality,” offered Harry. Severus could not argue the statement. “What did I do? Take half a pill and allow you some lube that you had to apply yourself.”

“Sir, I do not lie when I say that I enjoy preparing for you,” countered Snape.

“Why? Why would you enjoy it?”

Severus closed his eyes to remember the countless times he prepares under the mesmerized stare of his husband. “I can feel you looking at me. I can feel your desire for me. No one has ever desired me; ever,” he said still not daring to open his eyes.

Harry pushed his body closer to Severus. “Can you feel my desire now?” Severus felt the bulge boring into his right thigh. Severus responded by letting Harry feel his own desire. “I guess I am not the only one looking forward to our wedding night,” Harry said making their closed disappeared without the use of his wand. He went in for the possessive kiss and Snape surrendered in his arms.

“You always taste so sweet. How do you do it?” he said with hooded eyes as he rubbed his nose against Severus’ cheek.

Severus felt guilt start creeping up on him again. Harry did not know that they were soul mates and Severus had never confessed the fact. How would Harry react to this information? He did not love Severus and he never would. How would he feel if he knew that the ugly git in his arms was his soul mate?

“Sir, I have something I must tell you.”

“Is this the part where you tell me we are soul mates?”

Severus stepped back in shock. “You knew?”

“Why do you think I didn’t give you back your magic? I knew I had done wrong and I thought you wanted no part of me. If I would have given you back your magic our magic would have bonded and it would have been extremely hard to be separated. Not that it wasn’t.”

“You weren’t trying to punish me; you were trying to save me,” said Severus in a dazed voice.

“That’s what family does; isn’t it? Now, about that wedding night,” said Harry making light of his revelation, but Severus was not about to forget that what others saw as cruelty was really his husband’s good heart at its best.

Severus turned to the nightstand and took out the lube. “Please, Sir, make yourself comfortable while I prepare for you.” But as he was going to his knees on the floor Harry grabbed him.

“I don’t want you on the floor.”

Severus nodded his understanding and went to the chair by the fire and placed one foot on the seat so he could better access his rectum. He made sure Harry got a good view. Harry lay in bed and admired Severus’ administration through hooded eyes. Snape was doing this for him. He wanted to do this for him. Severus began with one finger that promptly disappeared then a second but by the third Harry was hyperventilating.

“Please husband, don’t make me wait any longer,” pleaded Harry feeling his manhood leak with desire.

Severus put his foot down and came over to the bed where Harry immediately claimed his dominance by laying Severus down and pinning him with his body. Severus could not believe how wonderful he felt. Harry desired him. He wanted to dominate him; to possess him. His thoughts were yanked away by a kiss that allowed no place for thought. That kiss was followed by a trail of kisses that led to the Potions Master’s nipples. Harry took one in his mouth and Severus all rational thought flee from his body. The sensation was incredible. Harry licked, nibble and suckle on his nipple making Severus lose control of his vocal cords that began to mew and hiss.

“Sir, you must stop, I am going to come if you do not stop at this moment,” said Severus between shallow breaths.

“We can’t allow that to happen; can we?” said Harry sliding down to engulf Severus’ manhood.

“Sir!” shrieked the stoic Professor.

Harry smiled around the mouthful. The idea of making a man like Snape lose control was intoxicating. He began to suck with gusto.

“Sir! Sir! Sir!” chanted Snape as he pounded the mattress with his fist trying desperately to gain some kind of control but it was in vain before he can even think of a way to stop his impending orgasms it hit him like a derailed train. Harry found his mouth flooded with his husband’s juices; juices that tasted like pure nectar to him. He raised his head to look at Snape’s debouched face and he licked his lips making Severus surrender his last attempt at control.

“Sir, your pleasure should have been before mine,” said Severus hiding his eyes in shame.

Harry guided his face towards him. “Do you have any idea how much pleasure I just felt in knowing that I am the only living creature that can do that to you?” he said with a smirk.

Severus looked away knowing that Harry was right. Only Harry could make him lose control and make it such a pleasurable experience. “Come on, husband, turn on your stomach. I want you so bad I think it is going to be shamefully fast,” confessed Harry.

Severus turned wanting to please that man who had just made him feel things he never thought a person like him could ever feel. He got on all fours then lowered his head and brought his hands to his butt cheeks spreading them for his husband.

“Oh, Snape, you are killing me here,” but to Severus satisfaction, Harry took the invitation and lined up behind Severus and began to enter slowly. It was too slow for Severus.

“Sir, may I remind you that I am prepared for you. There is no need to go gently.” He was shocked when he felt the palm of Harry’s hand smack against his butt cheek. “I decide how fast or slow we go.”

Severus felt that he had died and gone to heaven. Harry was in control. In total control and was not taking any nonsense from him. He felt his groin springing to life again as Harry continue his slow entrance into his body. Finally Harry was completely seeded in him and began a slow rocking motion that was driving Snape crazy. He didn’t dare protest and was biting his lips when he felt Harry’s hand fumbling around his stomach. Harry found what he was looking for when he grabbed Snape’s penis and began to pump it in his fist. Was Harry going to make him come again? Was that even possible? His bulge was yelling how possible it was. He heard Harry’s breath speed up in shallow intakes.

“Snape, come for me. Come for me again.”

And Severus obliged pulling Harry’s orgasm with his own. Harry pumped his seed deep within this man he had vowed to protect. This man who had given him a family. A family of his own. He wished he could have planted the seed that would give them their second child but he knew that without a potion that would not be possible. But it was nice to dream.