The Slytherin Prince

Dumbledore was furious.

He had seen Severus take a sample of Marcus' drink, and it just wasn’t fair that he had suspected poison! It wasn’t right! Dumbledore was only trying to poison him because he hadn't been able to do anything to the other two, since some magic had stayed his hand (he refused to believe Lady Magic had truly heeded the little chit), and he needed to prove he could do something!

But now, the attorney that had put Ron and Ginny in Azkaban seemingly without effort had managed to get dirt on him. He would have to hope they didn’t know it was him.

Thank God for Polyjuice.

*****

Harry hated how he felt, as he lay in bed, thoughts centring around Dumbledore and, because of him and today's events, Vernon.

Harry felt bogged down by his past, trapped in a void where sex was all about pain and degradation, and he had no choice but to accept that. He was a tool for pleasure, but it was all about others, never anything for him.

He knew there was one way to change that, but the man was across the school, and probably asleep besides.

But… It was Saturday.

Harry could nip over to his room for some play and a lie-in tomorrow morning, and no one would have to know.

He looked over at Blaise.

Well, almost no one.

He got up and went to his trunk, pulling out the teddy and his prosthetics and shrinking them before slipping them into the indie pocket of his robes, which he pulled on.

“Where the hell are you going?” Blaise's tired and grouchy voice rasped.

Harry flushed. “I need to see Tom. I'll see you tomorrow.” He explained.

Blaise just groaned and rolled over. “Good luck not getting grounded for longer.” He muttered, burrowing deeper under his covers.

Harry smiled wryly. “Thanks. I may need it.” He said before leaving.

*****

Harry was straddling Tom, in his teddy, playing the part of Jeanette.

Tom was bound, hands tied above his head to the headboard. He wasn’t resisting very much, and both of them knew he could get out of the bindings in an instant, but it was part of the game to see if he could stay in them and endure whatever tortures ‘Jeanette’ decided to put him through.

Harry giggled, trailing kisses over Tom’s collarbones, adding in little licks and hints of teeth every now and again.

He moved a little lower, and Tom groaned as a hot mouth closed over one nipple. Harry smirked against the flesh and closed his teeth around it, biting down just a bit.

“Fuck!” Tom jerked, then glared down at Harry. “Be careful, those teeth are sharp!” He snapped.

Harry looked up at him impishly. “Should I stop?” He asked teasingly.

Tom huffed, relaxing again. “Now, I never said that. Continue.”

Harry chuckled and continued kissing, licking, and occasionally biting his consort.

“I can’t wait to have you under me.” Tom began murmuring, talking partly to himself, and partly to Harry. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, my little Prince.” His voice dropped even lower, and he purred, “I’m going to make you scream loud enough—” He immediately cut off as Harry paled and began panting, nearly hyperventilating.

He cursed and broke the restraints, wrapping his arms around Harry and pulling him close. “What did I do? Was it what I said?”

Harry swallowed several times, convulsively, and Tom could feel him trembling all over.

He was shaking like a leaf!

What had caused this?!

Then, he realized Harry was whispering.

He leant in closer to hear him.

“…always wanted me to scream. He liked it when I screamed.”

Tom tensed and growled. “Harry, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry. I meant with pleasure; I will never hurt you like that!”  He vowed.

Harry calmed a bit. “Bad choice of words.” He said quietly, still shivering a bit.

Tom let out a breath. “Yes, I can tell. I’m sorry. I just meant… You are a screamer; we both know that now.”

Harry smiled. “I am, but don’t say things like that. It’s too close to… ‘scream for me.’” He whispered, a fearful, far-away look in his eyes.

Tom pressed his lips together so tightly they turned white. “Alright, we’re done for the night. Come on, lie down and we’ll cuddle for the rest of the night. Everything else can wait.”

“But I wanted—”

“You are in no position to be giving the orders tonight, my little Prince. Sleep. You need it. We’ll start fresh tomorrow.”

Harry hummed as he was laid down and cuddled close. “Can I at least change?” He asked.

Tom looked over him critically. “And take away the joy of sleeping with all that lace rasping against my skin, reminding me of what you’re wearing and driving me crazy with want? I think not.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Fine.” He said, then closed his eyes.

The things he did for love.

*****

Harry sighed, looking down at the letter Vinculum had just delivered to him.

“My rooms. After dinner.”

There was no signature. None was needed.

“I’m grounded again.” Harry muttered, putting the letter in his pocket. “More grounded.” He amended. He finished his dinner and made the long trek down to the dungeons, entering his father’s rooms with trepidation.

Severus was sitting in his favourite armchair. “Sit.” He indicated the couch.

Harry sat facing his father and looked him over critically. He got up and came closer, picking out a strand of hair and examining it. “You've a grey hair.” He declared.

Severus scowled. “Gee, I wonder why.” He snapped.

“Want me to pull it out?” Harry asked, tugging gently.

Severus grabbed it closer to the base and pulled it out of his hand. “No! I earned it!” He told the teen.

Harry grinned and went back to his seat. “Earned it how?” He asked mischievously.

“Watching you and your boyfriend dance around each other this past year.” Severus groused.

Harry’s grin widened. “But, Daddy, he loves me!” He said sweetly.

Severus made a face. “Never call me that again.” He said in disgust.

Harry laughed. “Sorry, Dad. Couldn’t resist.”

“Where were you last night?” Severus asked.

Harry sighed. “Tom's rooms.” He admitted.

“Why?” Severus' eyes were thin angry slits.

Harry’s chin rose defiantly. “I needed to prove that Vernon had no hold over me anymore.” He said.

Severus' face softened and he nodded his acceptance. “And what did you determine?” He asked.

Harry's eyes fell to his lap and he frowned. “I’m broken.” He whispered.

“No, Harrison.” Severus sighed. “Sometimes these things happen, it does not mean you are broken. You have made great progress this past year, and I was hoping you would only move forward, but it is common to have missteps; to backslide. It does not mean you are broken; it simply means you took two steps forward and one back. It is a setback, not the end of the world. How did it happen?”

Harry flushed. “Tom made a comment about making me scream—”

“What?!”

“In pleasure!” Harry quickly added. “He was teasing. It was just bad timing.”

“He still should not be talking to you like that.” Severus snapped.

“I started it!” Harry defended his consort.

Severus shook his head. “You are obviously not ready for that kind of talk.” He said firmly.

Harry glared at him mulishly. “You can’t stop me.” He said.

“No, I cannot.” Severus agreed. “Nor can I forbid you from seeing him; I value my life, such as it is. Are you having sex with him? You said you would talk to me before you took that step, but sometimes things happen.”

Harry’s face flamed. “No!” He shouted. “I will talk to you first! I promised, and I intend to follow through with that. But we do tease each other, mostly with words, and things got said last night that were perhaps not the best words to use right then. And I panicked.”

“Perfectly acceptable. How did he react?” Severus asked.

Harry smiled. “He calmed me down, explained what he meant by his words, assured me he would never hurt me like that, and we cuddled for the rest of the night, and fell asleep like that.” He told his father.

“Were you clothed?” Severus asked.

Harry kept himself from blushing through sheer force of will. “Yes.”

It wasn’t a lie. He had been wearing something.

Severus nodded in satisfaction. “Good. You are healing, Harrison, just be aware that sometimes you go backward a bit. It will pass, and you will be ready for everything soon enough. Savour what is left of your childhood, and don’t rush things.” He smiled warmly. “You may go now.”

Harry went over and hugged him. “I love you, Dad.”

Severus returned the hug. “As I love you.”

Harry went to the door and, as he was leaving, he called out, “I promise to give you a few extra greys to match what you already have!”

He closed the door and heard something shatter against it. He snickered and walked away.