Deserving (Final Chapter)

Chapter 42
By: Moon of the Sea
Beta: Ellie


“What Happened to you? You look as if you’ve been run over by a train. Why did Kings feel the need to come here and invite you? I really…”

“Sir,” said Severus bringing Harry’s rant to a standstill. “I have no idea which question you would like me to address first.”

Harry approached his husband, who was seated at his chair by the fire and crouched down to be at eyelevel. “It just seems to me that his visit upset you, but I know Kingsley would never hurt you. What is going on?”

“Mr. Shacklebolt thought I might be able to make him a potion, but as I explained to him, I am not able to do so,” said Severus, leaning his head back on the seat and closing his eyes as if that would make everything disappear.

“What kind of potion?”

This brought Severus eyes back to the room and to Harry’s questioning face.

“That is something that I do not feel at liberty discussing something as Mr. Shacklebolt revealed it to me in private.”

Harry thought for a second. “But I don’t get it. Why can’t you make him the potion? It seemed to me that you had it in stock when I needed it,” said Harry as Severus’ face contorted, not understanding what his husband was talking about until it finally dawned on him. Severus decided to change the topic.

“Sir, you mentioned an invitation.”

“You mean to tell me that Kings didn’t mention it. All he ever does is talk about Nicky’s birthday. It seems he has yet again outdone himself. It will be grand!” said Harry, extending his arms. “Spectacular!” casting fireworks with his wand, “Monu…”

“Sir, I do get the picture. Please stop the uncalled for display before Richard awakens and it takes three more of your stories to get him back to bed.”

“Not fair, he happens to like my storytelling abilities. That’s why he won’t…”

But Severus was reaching the staircase.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“I do not have magic so I need to walk to our bedroom if I am going to rest anytime soon,” said Severus, walking up to their bedroom.

“Alright, but it’s on you to get Nicky’s present,” said Harry, following close behind.

“And that is different; how?”


***

Nicky’s birthday came soon and as promised the Shacklebolts’ backyard was transformed into a Wonderland. Children were running all over the place and Harry just had to smile to see his, Ron’s and Draco’s sons playing and running around together. His son approached him with a huge smile.

“Dada, we are going to play Quidditch. Take out your broom,” said his little boy with big dark eyes.

Harry took out his broom and resized it. He grabbed Richard and put him in front so he would have a clear view of what was going on. Ron and Hugo came over in a brand new broom, the latest model. Ron was flying around Harry making sure he could see the broom from every angle. Harry enjoyed seeing his mate so successful and happy.

“Where is Nicky?” asked Richard stretching his neck to scan the premises.

“He can’t play. His Papa has to tend to the guest,” explained Hugo.

“Don’t be daft he has two papas. One of them can surely play,” argued Richard getting off the broom and walking over to Nicky. “Come on, Nicky, get your Daddy. I am sure he knows how to play Quidditch.”

But Nicky dropped his chin and looked miserable.

“Of cause he knows how to play,” interjected Harry wanting to cheer the birthday boy. “He and I used to compete all the time back in Hogwarts,” said Harry, not seeing Ron shaking his head. “Oh, come off it, Ron, you know he beat us more than once.”

“You see, Nicky, go get your Daddy.” But Draco had already reached his son, noticing his distress. “Mr. Draco, we want to play Quidditch with our dads and Mr. Kings is busy. Will you play with Nicky?”

Draco’s head also bowed hiding his sadness from the children.

“Hey, why don’t we play soccer? Hugo and I learned to play at Hermione’s family reunion,” said Ron trying to save the situation.

“Why would we play a muggle game?” asked Harry quite annoyed.

Ron’s eyes grew wide trying to speak to Harry without words.

“My daddy can’t fly,” came Nicky’s small voice.

Those words hit Harry like a brick on the chest. How could he have been so careless, so foolish, so…

“I am so sorry, Draco. I completely forgot. I…”

“Don’t worry. In our family we’ve learned how to live with things we can’t change,” said Draco, caressing his son’s hair.

“You know Ron is right, you don’t need magic to play soccer. And it’s just like quidditch…”

All eyes fell on Severus and Harry couldn’t understand why. Her had been the idiot not his husband. He saw as Severus walked away from the accusing eyes to the duck pond. He followed his husband.

“You know if you are going to be ashamed every time I open my dumb big mouth you are going to live running away at every gathering,” Harry said from behind his spouse.

Snape did not turn around he seemed to be fascinated with the ducks diving skills.

“I can fix it. I can make it all go away,” he said not turning to face his husband.

“You can make a potion that will keep me from saying stupid things. Well, I might as well retire and start selling this potion of yours.”

Severus turned on his heels. “Do you not take anything seriously? We are talking about the lives of people? Of my little snakes,” protested Severus.

“Ah, remember me: idiot mouth. I have no idea what you’re on about. How did we end up talking about your students?”

“I can cure them. I can give them back their magic. Mr. Malfoy would be able to fly with his son. Millicent would be able to protect herself and her son when Sly isn’t around. Pansy and Crabbe could leave the compound with their children and make a life for themselves.”

“Hang on; we are getting way ahead of ourselves. How exactly can you give them their magic back?”

Severus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I needed to know what was in their system when they were pregnant so I found the traces of the ingredients used to suppress their magic. Once I found that out it was easy to determine what potion was used on the Marked Ones. And by logical order it will be fairly easy to find the anti- potion.”

“Easy! Only you can use the word easy in this whole mess. So… why exactly haven’t you made this antidote?”

Severus blinked in dismay. “Do you have any idea the trouble that can result by my actions going against the Ministry of Magic? And how that can affect you and your job as an Auror?”

“Alright, let’s see if I understand this. It is alright for me to smuggle Slytherins into Hogwarts. I can keep Mathew and Millicent hidden in my house. I can then keep Sly hidden from the Ministry. But I should be worried about my job now. And that makes sense how?”

Harry went up to his husband. “I don’t get you; you know. When it comes to your little snakes you have never allowed me to overturn your decisions but now, for this, you do, why?”

“It is not only you; it is Mr. Shacklebolt, Mr. Longbottom, and others who can face the consequences of my actions.”

Harry seemed to look up into space trying to find an answer. “Nope, you haven’t mentioned anyone who wouldn’t lay down their lives for the Slytherins,” said Harry, taking Snape’s hand. “Let’s go join the others and let them know that mean and cruel Harry Potter has allowed you to brew the potion.”

“But I cannot brew the potion,” responded Severus.

“I told you it’s alright.”

“Sir, the potion contains ingredients that a person in my state should not go near. I will have to wait until after I have given birth to our daughter to brew the potion,” explained Severus.

Harry considered these words. “Alright, but do me a favor, tell them that you will and that I insisted on it. You know, to ease by previous, ummm.”

“Oversight?” offered Severus.

“More like blunder but yeah I’ll take oversight,” said Harry guiding Severus by the arm.

***


Deep into the night, Harry was awoken by kisses tracing his ears and Severus’ hands caressing his chest. For an instant Harry thought it was the effect of Severus’ second trimester but they were way past that stage. Then he thought about the events of the day and he thought he knew why Severus was doing this.

“Ummm, I like this, but you don’t have to do this. We all want to see the Marked Ones living a better life,” said Harry, closing his eyes to enjoy what he expected would end after his words were uttered.

“I am not doing this out of gratitude,” whispered Snape into Harry’s ears. “I do it out of desire.”

Harry opened his eyes to see Severus’ face there in the darkness. He cupped Severus’ right cheek in the palm of his hand. Could it be? Did Snape actually desire him? He wanted to believe that it was so. He brought Snape’s face down for a kiss. A kiss that began tender and promptly became passionate.

“Do you know that this is the first time you have initiated our… our…”

“Copulation,” offered Severus.

Harry chuckled. “Being married to a Professor does have its advantages.”

“It does. I can tell you to be quiet and call you to action,” whispered Severus in his most seductive voice; the voice that always reached Harry’s core.

Harry took Severus’ hand and guided it to his groin. “Is this enough action for you?” he asked, trying to imitate Severus’ seductive voice.

“I will let you know when it is actually in action,” responded the Severus, tracing Harry’s ear with his nose and making every strand of hair in Harry’s body stand to attention.

“Don’t do that. It drives me crazy.”

“That is my objective,” said Snape licking a patch of Harry’s neck before sucking on it.

“SNAPE! Stop! NO! Don’t stop.”

“Which order should I follow?” asked Severus, reaching one of Harry’s nipples with licks, kisses and suction.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhh, just… just… Snape!”

“Yes… How can I help you?” in a very casual voice while Harry could not put two thoughts together.

Now Severus was doing something to his navel that was sending little electric shocks to his brain.

“Stop!” Harry finally managed to gain control. “Mount me,” he panted. “I know how much you like it like that. Mount! Now!”

Severus complied immediately but Harry soon found out that he had skipped a step. Severus was dry. He brought Severus’ forehead down to meet his own. “I’m going to have to use a spell. I can’t wait. Is that alright?”

Severus shook his consent and soon felt the magic in his rectum. He began to descend onto Harry’s shaft.

“Arrr, always so good; so tight,” said Harry, stretching his head back exposing his neck to Severus’ ministration.

Severus still could not believe how much Harry enjoyed his body.

“Tell me I please you, Please, Sir,” said Severus in a moment of weakness.

“You please me. You please me like no one else can. OH! Merlin! When our bodies are like this I feel my body wanting to explode with pleasure. Tell me I please you too.”

“I… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa,” responded Severus bouncing on that sweet spot that gave him so much pleasure.

“Oh, Merlin! I so enjoy seeing you like this. Tell me. Tell ME!!!”

“I… I… Sir… Please! Sir! It feels… I need… I … I want… Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” was all he could manage before letting his head fall back and tensing his whole body bring Harry’s orgasm tied up with his.

Harry took a minute to catch his breath. He gathered his husband in his arms and kissed his neck.

“Did you really mean it? Did you really desire me?”

Severus couldn’t believe how insecure Harry was. Did this handsome young man ever look at himself in the mirror?

“What is there not to desire? You are young, handsome, and famous yet you take me to bed.”

“I’ve told you, we belong to each other. We’re a family.”

“No, Sir, you have told me how I belong to you. I am the Marked One, the Shammed One.”

Harry squeezed his body against Severus’ in an attempt to reassure him. “If that is true; why is it that the idea of me ever doing something that would make you flee torments me day and night?”

“Because you are young, silly and naïve; I can find no other explanation.”

Harry chuckled. “You do have a way with words but the funny thing is I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Please promise me that given the opportunity you will do away with my hooked nose,” said Severus, elongating the o in nose.

“Hey! It took me time and effort to find the perfect kissing angle…”

But Harry was interrupted when Severus suddenly sat upright supporting his back with one hand.

“Are you alright? Is it time? Should I call Poppy?”

Severus was taken aback by this last question but tried not to let it show. He shook his head. “I am fine, Sir, she just felt the sudden urge to stretch beyond her perimeters.”

Harry began to unconsciously rub Snape’s back. Severus enjoyed it for a while then assured his spouse that he was alright. Harry guided him back to a laying position and then put his lips close to the Potions Master’s naval.

“You listen to me, little one, this is your Dada speaking. You have to behave. It is way past your bedtime and Papa needs to rest. So I don’t want to hear one more peep out of you tonight; understood?” he said, finishing with a kiss. He looked up to see an expression so tender in Severus’ eyes; one he never thought existed in the man who had lived such a sour life.

“Why did you offer to get Poppy if you thought it might be time?” asked Severus, turning from tender to worried.

Harry closed his eyes. “I can’t do it Snape. I can’t put you in peril again. You don’t know how awful it was the first time. You wouldn’t wake and… and … If that happens again. Well, you know how things have changed.”

Things have changed? Had things changed in Harry’s heart? Severus snapped out of it. That was ridiculous. Harry could never…

“You won’t make me do it; right? We are done with punishments. We deserve peace. Just like the Marked Ones deserve their magic back we deserve a chance at happiness.”

Severus unstuck a strand of hair that was glued to Harry’s forehead with the perspiration of their copulation. Harry closed his eyes to enjoy the tender gesture.

Severus knew what he had to do. His mind was set.


****

A week and a half later Severus woke and knew that the time had come. He struggled to keep it from showing. He had breakfast with his husband and saw him on his way. Then he called Kreacher.

“Kreacher, I was wondering if you could do me a favor,” he asked, setting the bait.

“Kreacher is doing anything Master Severus is wanting,” he said with a broad smile.

“I would like to go to the glade. Soon my daughter will be here and I will have little time to enjoy that place.”

“Kreacher will get Richard ready,” but as he was going to snap his fingers Severus covered his little hand with his large one.

“No, you do not understand. I would like some time to myself. I was hoping you would take me there and come back and take care of Richard for me.”

Kreacher considered these words. “Master Severus is soon to deliver his baby. Master Severus should not be alone. Kreacher is getting Gabby to take care of Richard and then Kreacher is taking Master Severus.”

That would not do at all and Severus had to resort to old tricks.

“No, never mind. I just wanted a couple of minutes to myself. No more than half an hour, but I will not put that burden on you my good friend.”

Kreacher thought about how he was denying his good master his wish and responded promptly. “Kreacher is taking Master Severus to the glade. Master Severus is calling Kreacher if Master Severus is not feeling well and Kreacher will get Master Severus to comfort right away.”

“I would not expect less from you my faithful friend,” said Severus, feeling guilty for what he was about to do to his good old friend.

***

Kreacher popped them into the glade and left but not before reminding Severus not to move from the glade and to call as soon as he wanted to get back to the comfort of their house. Severus nodded, not wanting to outright lie to the little creature.

“Kreacher is being back in thirty minutes,” he said disappearing with a snap of his tiny fingers and making an hour glass appear in his place.

Severus knew he had to act fast. The pain was beginning to increase and soon he would not be able to walk. He rushed away from the glad as fast as his condition would allow. Soon the pain was too much to bear and he settled under a huge tree. He was wiping the blinding tears that were keeping him from seeing any potential danger that might come his way when he noticed something moving in the brushes. He realized at that moment that his plan had been unwise. The pain was of such magnitude that he could not call out for Kreacher. Have I put my child in danger? Was his last thought before blacking out.


***

Kreacher popped into Kingsley’s office where all the Aurors were gathered discussing the pending danger on Madam Sprout.

“Kreacher, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t leave Snape alone. He is do…” but Harry’s words were interrupted by the wailing elf. “What has gotten into you? Why are you crying like this?!”

“Harry you are not helping him by yelling at him,” advised Sly.

“Kreacher is losing Master Severus,” said the little creature among his howling.

“You lost him! What do you mean you lost him?!” yelled Harry.

“Harry! Stop yelling at him!” demanded Ron.

“Kreacher, calm down,” said Ron crouching down to the elf’s level. “Where exactly did you lose the Professor?” he said handing him a hanky.

“Master Severus is wanting to go to the glade…”

“YOU LOST HIM IN THE FORBIDDEN FOREST?” bellowed Harry sending the little elf into a crying frenzy.

“HARRY!” yelled Ron, Sly and Kings.

Harry realized that his co-workers were right. He had to get to the bottom of this and yelling wasn’t helping. He crouched down besides Ron and spoke calmly to his house elf.

“Kreacher, so Snape asked you to take him to the glade? How exactly did you lose him?”

“Master Severus is saying he is needing some time alone before the baby is coming. Kreacher is leaving Master Severus in the glade for thirty minutes. Kreacher is timing it, but when Kreacher is going back Master Severus is not being in the glade.”

“Well, then just snap to where ever he is,” said Harry, trying not to lose his patience.


“Harry, elves have to be called by their masters in order for them to know where they are. Even I know that,” said Ron, rolling his eyes.

“Then we’ll simply have to go and find him,” said Harry. “Kreacher, take us to where you last saw him.”

By the snap of the little elf’s fingers all the Aurors in the room were taken to the glade. Ron looked around and shivered. “Why is it that every time I have ever had to come to this creepy place it is because of you?”

“Sorry mate, I would tell you to go back but this is my husband we are talking about,” said Harry as a plea for help.

It did not go unnoticed to Ron that Harry did not use his baby as an excuse for his caring. The thought warmed the redhead’s heart. Maybe there was hope for his friend.

“Where could he have gone?” asked Harry standing in the middle of the glade not know where to start looking for his spouse.



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