A Bunny Tale Part Three

Sirius Black

In between bobs of his head over Severus's cock, Harry asked, "Can I get an owl?"

Harry only made requests during sex when he really wanted something, which was clever, because Severus couldn't resist much when Harry's talented mouth was hard at work. Summoning the brain power to think of a response, Severus finally managed to ask, "Why do you want an owl?"

"I could send you letters," Harry answered, before sucking the fat head back in his mouth and swallowing it all the way down.

Groaning, Severus put his hand on Harry's head, encouraging him to slow down. He needed to think more clearly or soon he'd be agreeing to buy Harry a pet dragon. "We are around each other nearly every single moment of the day. When would we find time to send each other letters?"

Harry's intense eyes met Severus's as he swallowed hard around the prick in his mouth. Severus had to grab his head and pull him up in order to be able to think at all. Harry released the cock with a wet plop and stuck out his tongue to tease the head before he said, "When you go to Potions Conferences and things like that."

"We can use Strix." Then, to prevent anymore manipulation, he firmly added, "You don't need an owl."

Harry's tongue drifted down Severus's shaft to tease the balls and one of his hands left his own prick to work the tip of Severus's cock. After bringing Severus to the brink of orgasm again, he gently tugged down on the balls and said, "All the Hogwarts students have pets. I don't want a toad, you know I can't get a cat, so that means I should get an owl."

Although Severus didn't believe Harry to be devious enough to leave him hanging, he also knew that the quicker he agreed to some compromise, the sooner he'd be coming. Furthermore, if he gave Harry something he really wanted, Harry would be all too happy to reward him over and over again. No, no. He shouldn't give in. Harry had no need for a pet. Thinking as clearly as he could when Harry's talented mouth was working on his sac, he stated, "It's not cats that cause the problem, it's Kneazles."

For whatever reason, Kneazles could smell the bunny part of Harry and enjoyed stalking him down as if he were all rabbit. Filch had accused Harry of hiding cat food in his robes until Severus gave him a tongue lashing. Granger had learnt to keep Crookshanks out of the room if she was to get any studying done with Harry. Normal cats, those without any Kneazle blood, seemed to be fine around Harry. The problem was, most wizarding cats had at least a tiny amount of Kneazle blood in them and that was enough to make them enjoy pouncing on Harry's ankles as he tried to walk around the castle.

Before he could stop himself, Severus said, "You'd be fine with an ordinary Muggle cat."

"You'd really buy one for me?" asked Harry before he released Severus's nutsack and deep throated him again. Before Severus could pull him off, he started swallowing and doing that thing that made it feel as though his entire throat was vibrating.

Unable to stop himself, Severus came. Harry didn't stop, but bobbed his head and swallowed as he moved, sucking every last bit of semen out of Severus, giving him pleasure so intense, Severus thought he would black out for a moment.

When his senses cleared, Harry was in his lap, snuggling him with a pleased look on his face. "Can we go to the pet shop today?"

Severus supposed that months of devoted blowjobs were worth the cost. "We'll go next weekend. There's no need to bring it to Hogwarts when we'll be returning to my home in a few days."

The kiss Harry gave him was more than worth it.

~

In an effort to appeal to Harry and save a bit of money, Severus took him to a shelter instead of a pet shop.

"These are all animals no one wants?" Harry asked, staring around the clean, well-lit shelter with wide eyes.

"Yes." Severus steered him to the cats, least he set his mind on the dogs.

Grinning broadly, Harry stepped up on his tiptoes and gave Severus a quick peck on the cheek. Then, realising that he needed to be more discrete, he turned to one of the volunteers and asked her, "Do people not like cats with black fur?"

Misunderstanding his reason for asking the question, she answered, "There are some who still associate it with witchcraft, but black cats tend to do better than our black dogs. Big, black dogs are the hardest group to find homes for."

"I want to adopt them all," said Harry, looking at the cages wistfully.

She laughed. "I know the feeling. Here-" She motioned for him to follow her. "Let me introduce you to Champignon." Walking down the row of cages, she led him to one where a large, black, long-haired tomcat was stretched out on his kitty bed. He cracked an eye at Harry, but showed no other interest.

"Champignon's been here a while," the volunteer told them. "He's old, and may not live much longer, so not many people want to adopt him. He has some health problems, so he needs to eat special food." Opening the cage, she reached in and pulled Champignon out, pressing him into Harry's arms.

Inside the cage, Champignon had appeared large, but when Harry circled his arms around him, Severus realised just how massive the cat was. He took up nearly half of Harry's torso, his long, fluffy black tail dangling. Streaks of white dotted his fur, and lined the tips of his ears. Champignon gave Harry a cantankerous look with his yellow eyes, but when Harry scratched behind his ears, he released a short, low guttural noise that could almost be called a purr.

Harry shot a pleading look at Severus and Severus knew that he wouldn't be able to leave without Champignon, just as he himself hadn't been able to leave the petshop in Knockturn without Harry.

"We'll take him," said Severus and Harry grinned.

Mary, the volunteer, assisted them in acquiring food, toys, and a host of accessories, most of which Severus doubted they'd ever use. Champignon was none too pleased about his harness and leash, and Harry ended up carrying him in his arms back to the point where they'd hidden their broom.

When they were alone, hidden behind wards, Harry coaxed Champignon into the pet carrier, than pounced on Severus, giving him a hug so tight, Severus couldn't breathe for a moment.

"He's perfect," said Harry, his grin still massive. "Just what I wanted."

"I do expect you to take complete care of him," Severus reminded him.

"You don't have to worry about a thing," Harry reassured him.

~

When Lucius found out about it, he laughed. "You bought a pet for your pet?"

Harry was hardly a pet, but Severus knew Lucius would never think otherwise. "If he is to fit in with the other students, then he should have a few more characteristics of one."

"Just be careful, my friend," said Lucius between sips of his drink. "You don't want to let him think he's human. Be sure to occasionally remind him of his place and that he's a coney."

Scoffing, Severus retorted, "I can't imagine he'd ever forget that."

Lucius traced the rim of his glass with an elegant finger. "One must always be careful with these types of creatures, especially with a young, impressionable one like Harry. If he gets it into his head that he's human enough, he'll start to demand that he be treated like a human. You don't want a coney that thinks he's above his station. If you let it go far enough, he could even request his freedom."

Although Severus suspected that Harry did want his freedom, he waved away Lucius's concerns with a smirk. "He knows exactly where he belongs."

From the way Lucius sipped his drink, Severus doubted he was convinced, but he imagined that Lucius was also concerned with what he was too polite to bring up - Severus's strong attachment to Harry. For a man like Malfoy, giving affection to a coney was like giving affection to a house-elf. It simply wasn't proper.

As if already planning ways to introduce Severus to a more acceptable life partner, Lucius said, "Narcissa and I are holding a small gathering next weekend. We would love it if you could attend."

"Don't we have a playdate for the boys arranged then?" Severus had intended to spend every second of his time away from Harry brewing feverishly to make up for the distraction of Harry openly seeking him out for sex every hour of the day. He'd known that Harry would start to pester him more now that they were on summer holidays and living in his home rather than at Hogwarts, but he'd hoped that Harry would appreciate the need for him to focus on his work - at least part of the time. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case.

"We'll keep it," said Lucius. "No children or pets allowed at the party."

Severus resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

~

At home, Severus was not pounced upon when he walked in the door, but only because he'd tied Harry up before he'd left to deliver a custom-brewed potion to Lucius. After not getting any work done all day because Harry couldn't keep his hands to himself, Severus had finally taken Harry into the bedroom, tied him to the bed, put the dildo up his arse, and turned it on before leaving.

That had been three hours ago. Surely most of Harry's sexual energy had been worked out of him by now.

Walking into the bedroom, Severus found Harry lying where he'd left him, spread-eagled on the bed. Come covered his torso, a few white stands had even spattered across his face. His ears and cock were flaccid and Severus hoped that it was because he'd finally had enough for (at least) a few hours, rather than because he was between sessions.

"Have you had enough?" Severus asked from the doorway.

Without looking at Severus, Harry nodded slowly, his limps ears barely moving. In a tired voice, he said, "Yes."

Worried that he'd gone a little too far - he had left hours ago after all - Severus swept over to the bed and crawled on top of it. Moving gently, he pulled the dildo out of Harry's arse and cleaned him of sweat and semen with his wand.

"I'll give you a nice bath," he offered and released Harry from his bonds with a flick of his wand.

That was his first mistake.

His second was not keeping a tight grip on his wand.

One minute he was on the bed, ready to pick Harry up and carry him to the bathroom. The next, he was on the floor, without his wand, while Harry tore at his clothes, sending buttons ricocheting off the walls.

"Stop! I have to work!" he protested, trying to push Harry off of him.

Normally Harry was quite easy to move, but this time, Harry pinned him down with surprising strength and, with a mad hunger in his eyes, said, "You will fuck me."

Severus knew better than to try to argue. As Harry found his cock, yanked it out of his trousers, and shoved it in his mouth, he managed to say, "On the bed."

His mouth full of cock, Harry ignored him, his lips, tongue, throat, and fingers working hard to bring Severus erect.

It didn't take Harry long. The coney knew just what to do to get all the blood in Severus's body to rush straight to his cock. As soon as he was hard enough for penetration, Harry mounted him, settling down on Severus's cock with a deep sigh of relief, his arse still tight despite all the pounding it had received for hours on end.

"Yesss...." hissed Harry as he took more and more of Severus into his body. "Oh yes!"

"Next time," teased Severus, "I'll leave you there for eight hours."

"Won't work," gasped Harry, his hips working furiously. "I'll never be satisfied until I get you."

Then there was only one thing to do: he'd have to give it to him. Rolling them both over, Severus drilled into Harry, fucking the insatiable coney as hard as he could.

"OH YES! OH YES! OH! OH!" screamed Harry, his ears rising straight up.

Harry's hands were so tight in his hair he had to cast a protection charm, least he find himself partially balded. "You wanted my cock?" he snarled, mostly because he knew how much dirty talk unravelled Harry.

Harry trembled. "Oh Merlin, yes!"

Snapping his hips hard, Severus managed to say, "You thought about getting fucked all day."

"I need it," Harry gasped in Severus's ear, his arse working wildly. "So bad."

"And if I stop?" Severus stilled his hips.

Harry's ears abruptly flattened and he bit Severus on the nose.

Fuck! That hurt!

Throwing all his anger and annoyance into the fucking, Severus drove into Harry again, fucking the coney with all his strength. "You are- very- very-"

"Oh!" Harry's eyes squeezed shut, his already tight grip turning vice-like. Severus pushed him over the edge with a few deep thrusts and then Harry was shaking, gasping for breath as his body tightened hard around Severus, milking the orgasm from him as well.

Kissing Harry sloppily, Severus emptied himself inside Harry's warm, wet heat.

"Mmm," purred Harry. "That was good." He turned his head to the side and said, "Oh, hi Champignon!"

Startled, Severus followed his gaze to see Harry's cat watching them with a bored expression on its ancient face. Despite the fact that it was only a cat, Severus stood, adjusting his clothes. "I do need to work in the lab. Why don't you make dinner?"

"Okay." Harry stood, gathering up Champignon as he left.

Later that night, when Severus retired for bed, he found Harry curled up with Champignon, who looked none too pleased to have Harry's arms wrapped tightly around him.

"That cat is not sleeping with us," Severus insisted.

"Why not?" asked Harry, running his hand down Champignon's back and sounding as if he couldn't think of a single reason why the cat shouldn't be in the bed.

"I can't have sex with you while Champignon's in the bed."

"Why not?"

Severus explained, "It's not proper to have an animal in bed during sex."

"All right," said Harry with a sigh. He set Champignon on the floor.

As if displaying his disgust with the matter, Champignon flicked up his tail and stalked off.

Satisfied, Severus climbed onto the bed and pulled Harry against him. He fucked the coney senseless, then lay back down, only to find Champignon resting on the edge of their bed.

"Champignon!" Harry cried with delight. He scooted over and scooped up the cat who gave him a glare as a warning. Settling down in his customary spot, he placed Champignon between his and Severus's body.

"You do realise I'm not fond of cats," Severus reminded Harry.

Yawning, Harry said, "You're not fond of animals in general."

"I'm fond of you." It was the first time he'd ever openly acknowledged some of his affection for Harry, but Harry wasn't as pleased by the comment as he had hoped.

Harry's lips twisted into a slight smile. He said, "Yeah," and closed his eyes to go to sleep.

~

Luckily, Champignon didn't want to sleep in the bed nearly as much as Harry wanted him to. Unfortunately, his favourite place to sleep was on top of whatever book Severus wanted to read, whichever scroll he was copying, or - if any of those weren't available - the top of Severus's desk. Why the cat enjoyed Severus's items when he didn't seem fond of the owner was beyond Severus but then, cats were one of those types of creatures that made little sense.

Champignon would always haughtily leave whenever Severus shooed him away, but the next day he'd be back, in the same spot, giving Severus a stare as if to challenge his will.

No cat would win a battle of wills with Severus Snape.

In a firm voice, Severus warned, "You will stay off my desk or I will place a repulsion charm on it."

Champignon yawned and adjusted himself on the seat of the plushest armchair in the room.

Harry hurried into the room, asking, "What time are we leaving for the Malfoys'?"

"In half an hour, so go get ready. The party isn't until later tonight, so I'll be dropping you off."

Picking up Champignon, Harry dropped into the armchair. "How will I know when you're finished?"

"I'll come fetch you. Don't approach the party on your own, as I'll be leaving your ears and tail intact."

Harry grinned. Despite his apparent love of appearing human, he seemed to prefer leaving his ears and tail intact. Absently petting Champignon, he asked, "Do you think we have time for sex before I go?"

"You need to get dressed," Severus pointed out. Although he much enjoyed Harry wearing tunics around the house, he didn't dare send Harry to the Manor in anything less than full robes that would be difficult to remove. Perhaps he should even booby-trap Harry's robes since this would be the first time he'd be leaving the coney alone with Draco in the Malfoy Manor for hours.

"That won't take me longer than half an hour," Harry said, putting Champignon to the side.

"I'll not be late, go get dressed."

Harry pouted, but left. When he returned, dressed in casual robes, Severus placed tamper-proof charms upon them.

Confused, Harry asked, "But how will you get them off?"

"You'll have to take them off," Severus told him.

Harry brushed down his robes seductively. "So you want a show?"

"Later."

"I'll be thinking about it all night," said Harry, grinning broadly.

So would he. Patting Harry on the arse, Severus ushered him to the Floo.

~

As Harry had got him quite behind on his brewing schedule over the holiday, it took Severus longer than expected to complete his projects. Perhaps he should send Harry to the Malfoy home more often. By the time he caught up with the commissions and left for the Manor, the party was in full swing. Although Lucius had described it as a 'small' affair, no less than four hundred guests had been invited. His search for the hosts took him to the main hall. Glancing over the crowd, his eyes caught on a large group gathered near the centre. Figuring Lucius would be the type to be in the middle, Severus made his way over.

Instead of Lucius, the most handsome coney Severus had ever seen stood in the centre of the crowd. Tall with broad shoulders, the coney wore a form-fitting black suit that showed off his arse and tail. His long, healthy hair flowed down his shoulders in waves, and the perky ears that emerged from it were the same colour as his tail - black.

Was this James, Harry's stud father? He certainly was handsome enough to be, even though black fur was said to be a defect. The coney made a comment, his white smile flashing, and the group of witches and wizards around him dissolved into laughter. As the guests had not been invited to bring pets, Severus couldn't imagine who had brought him or why.

"Severus." Lucius clamped a hand on Severus's shoulder. "It's good to see you."

Severus arched an eyebrow at his friend. "Don't tell me Narcissa finally let you."

"I'm afraid not." Lucius glanced at the coney. "Although she might after meeting him. I've hired him to entertain the guests - not in that way, if that's what you're thinking."

"I should hope not," said Severus dryly.

"He looks a bit like your Harry, doesn't he?"

Suspecting that Lucius was just being competitive, Severus answered, "Not at all," and turned to fetch a drink for himself. Although he wanted to inquire about the coney's bloodlines, he knew better than to do so in front of a crowd.

Unfortunately, the coney remained a popular conversation partner and, by the end of the night, Severus hadn't yet had a chance to talk to him. Caught in a conversation about potions with Slughorn, he hadn't been able to get away from the party until it was late. Most of the guests had left and the coney was nowhere to be found. Lucius, knowing Severus wanted to find Harry and return home, directed him toward a room where he said Harry would be brought.

Severus entered the room, only to find Narcissa and the coney conversing together on a sofa. Despite her previous disapproval of coneys, she wore a genuine smile on her face.

"Oh, Severus!" she said when she saw him come in. With a wave to the coney, who stood to greet Severus, she asked, "Have you met-?"

"SIRIUS!" cried Harry from the opposite doorway. He dashed across the room and threw his arms tightly around Sirius's neck.

"Kitten!" Sirius laughed, hugging Harry back.

So this was the coney who'd taken the Cruciatus Curse for Harry? Severus moved to greet him and shake his hand, but then Sirius stepped back from Harry, held him at arm's length and said, "Look at you. You're so handsome now. I'd love to have the honour of spending a night with you."

Rather than give his normal cool rejection, Harry smiled and blushed. Coyly looking away, he said in a playful tone, "I don't think my owner would like that."

Severus had never seen Harry flirt with anyone else before. Harry'd always been sexually reserved, even to the point of being rude. Sirius was different - Harry would sleep with him. Harry was gazing at him with the same sort of fawning adoration he used to save only for Severus.

"How do you two know each other?" asked Narcissa, her eyes darting between Severus and the two coneys.

Severus carefully made sure his face was clear of any negative emotion.

"We were put in a holding cell in the Ministry together," explained Harry.

"You were in prison?" Narcissa asked, but she seemed more excited than dismayed by the idea.

"I'm afraid so, Miss," Sirius answered. "I roughed up a wizard who tried to attack a lady." He sat down on the sofa and Harry plopped himself next to him. With nothing else to do, Severus took another chair.

"Oh my," said Narcissa, eyeing him appreciatively.

"Sirius protected me from Riddle," Harry said, unable to take his eyes off Sirius. "He took Crucio for me."

"Did he now?" purred Narcissa.

Severus hoped that Lucius would come in, see the way his wife was looking at Sirius, and murder the coney.

Waving a hand as if he took Unforgivables daily, Sirius said, "I felt I had no other choice." Looking at Narcissa, he said, "You must understand that I respect Wizard laws, but I can't stand to see any wizard harm a lady or a child, just as I dislike seeing does and kits suffer. This poor little kit-" He rubbed behind Harry's ears and Harry melted, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. "-had just seen his mum be put down in front of him. I don't have kits myself and don't plan to, but I can tell you, if I had seen my kit be put down in front of me, I'd have hurt that wizard too."

Harry smiled adoringly and Narcissa shared his expression. Severus fought not to roll his eyes.

"When Riddle came by to torture Harry, I knew I couldn't let the poor little kit suffer. You should've seen him then. He was half the size, with twice the fire! The bravest little thing I've ever seen." He stroked Harry behind the ears again. "I knew the Cruciatus would harm him - maybe even permanently. It was only right that I try to take it for him. I only wish that I could've made it so that I took every curse meant for him."

Unwilling to hear any more arrogant claptrap, Severus said, "I'm surprised you weren't put down for roughing up a wizard."

"Me as well!" said Sirius, flashing a grin at Severus. "Luckily, my Mistress left me a great deal of her fortune when she passed, and the lady who was the victim of the attack spoke on my behalf. I was able to hire a lawyer who argued that, as a freed coney, I couldn't be charged the same as regular coneys."

"Freed coney?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yep." Sirius ruffled Harry's hair. "My Mistress, the amazing Amelia Bones, wrote in her will that I was to be freed upon her death. I have my own money, my own flat, and I choose which wizards I want to spend my time with." With a wink at Narcissa, he added, "Of course, I now pick only the very best."

Lucius strode into the room and took one of the chairs. "I've seen the last of the guests off."

Eager to have a way out, Severus stood. "Harry and I should be off."

"Oh?" Lucius cast a pointed look towards Harry leaning against Sirius on the sofa.

"We have Potions to brew." Without glancing back to make sure Harry was coming, he turned and strode from the room. He'd made it to the front hall when Harry caught up, running after him.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry as he had to race to keep up with Severus's long strides.

"Should there be something wrong?" Severus yanked Harry against him once they were past the wards and Apparated back home.

"You're angry," said Harry, studying Severus's face.

"I dislike those types of events. So many arrogant pricks who have nothing of importance to add."

Harry wrapped his arms around Severus. "But you don't have to talk to them any longer." He kissed Severus and Severus had just begun to lean into the kiss when Harry pulled back and said, "Can you believe that Sirius was there? I can't believe it!"

The last thing Severus wanted to talk about was that puffed-up coney. "I don't think he's a good influence on you."

Harry's eyebrows darted together and his jaw dropped. "Why not?"

"He's a whore."

"But he's kind to me, and he's the only coney I know who looks like me!"

Turning away to walk into the house, Severus said, "I don't want you talking to him and that's final."

"Severus-"

This was probably what Lucius had been trying to warn him about. Whirling around, Severus declared, "I am your Owner. You will not talk to him. Is that understood?"

Harry's brow wrinkled and he stood, staring at Severus with a confused expression on his face.

Taking a menacing step forward, Severus repeated, "Is that understood?"

"Yes," answered Harry, still frowning.

Turning away, Severus stalked back to the house. Harry entered shortly after him, picking up Champignon who had been sleeping on the post. He cuddled Champignon to his chest, stroking him softly.

Knowing he was taking out his anger on Harry, Severus went to his lab to cool down. Harry didn't try to enter and they didn't see each other again until Severus entered the bedroom.

Harry lay on the bed on his stomach, trying to stimulate Champignon with some kitty toys. Champignon simply lay there, glaring at the toys. Severus climbed onto the bed and petted Harry behind the ears the way Sirius had done.

Giving a soft little moan, Harry said, "That feels good."

Kissing him between his shoulder blades, Severus said, "I don't want you to end up like him."

"I won't," promised Harry. "I'm not like him."

Severus petted his ears again. "No, you're far better."

Harry glanced back at Severus. "You don't think he's handsome?"

"He's a big, skulking brute."

Harry laughed and rolled over, pulling Severus down for a kiss. When he broke it, he said, "I used to wish I was taller. I've always wanted to be larger."

"Why?"

"So I could beat people up more easily!"

Severus snuggled Harry. "You're such a violent little kit."

Harry harrumphed. "They deserved it."

Nipping at his collar bone, Severus teased, "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Harry returned with, "Giving me head is a great way to get on my good side."

It was the first time Harry had ever requested it, and Severus was all too happy to give him just what he wanted.

~

Two weeks later, Sirius arrived at Severus's house while Severus and Harry were in the lab, brewing. His wards alerting him to the arrival of a visitor, Severus used his Viewing charm to see a flying motorbike land just outside his property. Glancing at Harry, who was looking at the vision curiously, he ordered, "Stay here," and left to go meet Sirius.

Wearing tight leather jeans and a bike jacket, Sirius strode over to greet Severus. Sticking out a hand, he said, "I don't think we were properly introduced. I'm Sirius Black."

Crushing Sirius's hand in his, Severus asked, "What do you want?"

Sirius crooked an eyebrow at him. "I'm here to check on Harry."

"He doesn't need to be 'checked on'," Severus said firmly.

"Listen," said Sirius. "I don't care if you're a wizard. If you harm Harry-"

Gripping his wand tightly, Severus snarled, "You dare threaten me?"

Sirius narrowed his eyes, drawing himself up to his full, towering height. "Harm that kit and I will-"

"Sirius!" Harry darted past Severus to hug Sirius.

"Kitten!" All the anger vanished from Sirius's face and he enveloped Harry in a friendly hug. "Back to traditional garments, kit?"

"Oh, I only wear wizard robes when others are around," Harry answered brightly. "When it's just me and the Professor, there's no need. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see how you're doing," Sirius answered, casting a dark look at Severus.

Either Harry didn't notice it, or he pretended not to. "I can tell you all about it! Come inside, I'll make tea." Darting to Severus, Harry took his hand, pulling him towards the door. "The Professor is the best Potions Master in the world. Did you know I'm his assistant?"

"No, I didn't. You work in a potions lab?"

"Yep!"

Sirius's brow furrowed. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"I don't work on anything dangerous." Harry guided Severus to his favourite chair and motioned for Sirius to sit across the table. Turning to Severus, he asked, "Should I bring sandwiches as well, or just biscuits?"

"Sandwiches," answered Severus, resigning himself to the possibility that he'd spend the next couple of minutes suffering Black's company. The sooner Black realised Harry was content, the sooner he'd get the hell out of both of their lives.

"Okay." Harry walked off, his tail bobbing happily behind him. Severus and Sirius glared at each other over the table.

After several heavy minutes of silence, Severus warned him, "I'll only give you a half hour to see that Harry is content and cared for. After that, you will leave us alone."

Sirius scoffed. "How would you know how he feels? Of course he'll act happy in front of you. At least he's not in a place where he's pawed at by strangers. We know how you wizards are. We've learnt that as long as we keep one of you happy and convince you that we're happy, our lives will be decent." His ears twitched and he shut his mouth.

Harry re-entered with a tray full of food and tea cups. He poured the tea, preparing Severus's first. "How do you ride that motorbike?"

"I paid a wizard to charm it for me. It follows my instructions as clearly as if I had magic. I have to get it tuned every once in a while, but most of the time, it works like a breeze. What sort of potions work do you do?"

Harry handed Sirius a cup of tea and prepared his own. "I place orders, organise the lab, clean it, prepare ingredients, and basically do everything that can be done non-magically. When I'm at the castle, I help out the other Professors too."

"The castle? Hogwarts?" Sirius shot a surprised look at Severus.

"Yep!" Harry nodded, his ears waving. "We live at Hogwarts when we aren't on holiday. Most people there think I'm a human - his nephew. The Professor hides my ears and tail so only the Malfoys and the Board know the truth."

Sirius set down his teacup and saucer. "I was hoping to talk about this in private, but since it concerns you," he nodded to Harry, "I might as well say it in front both of you." He turned his gaze to Harry. "I'm interested in buying you."

Harry blinked, his eyes widening, and Severus quickly said, "He's not for sale."

Unperturbed, Sirius continued, glancing at Severus again, "I can pay full market price and even recoup your expenses for taking care of him these past months."

His ears alert and his eyes wide, Harry sat upright and absolutely still.

Sirius had no idea how much Severus had paid for Harry, which meant that he could sell him for quite a lot, probably even twice what he'd originally paid. Still, he wouldn't sell Harry, not even for all that money.

Severus stared at the coney, then said, "And what would you do with him? Sell him off to your clients?"

"No," said Sirius, glaring at Severus. "I'll set him free."

Harry's eyes shot nervously back and forth between Severus and Sirius.

Severus scoffed and Sirius angrily argued, "You can't convince me that he doesn't want freedom, because he does. Do you think he enjoys acting as your servant? He only pretends to love the role of a house-elf in an attempt to please you. You'll make him miserable if you force him to stay."

Shooting to his feet, Severus jabbed a finger towards the door and ordered, "Get out of my house. Now."

Sirius stood and stared down his nose at Severus. "I'm not afraid of you."

Harry jumped up and grabbed Severus's wand arm. "Please don't hurt him!" Turning around to face Sirius, he put himself in front of Severus's body. "Thank you, Sirius. It's okay. I'm fine with the Professor."

"If you say so, kit," replied Sirius, his eyes never leaving Severus's. "I'll be off now, but I'll keep in touch." Turning around, he strode to the door. Severus followed him out, watching him climb on his motorbike and fly away.

Watching beside Severus, Harry asked, "Could you charm a broom to do that for me?"

Still staring off into the distance, Severus snapped, "You can't fly. You'll fall to your death."

"Hogwarts students don't know how to fly," Harry pointed out calmly, "and they are allowed on brooms. You could use sticking charms."

Irritably, Severus retorted with, "You aren't a student, are you?"

Harry's perky ears fell. Pushing past the kit, Severus stormed off to his lab. Harry had never denied Sirius's accusation that he only pretended to enjoy being a servant. If he didn't want to be free, he could've just argued otherwise. Instead, he'd only said he was 'fine'. Fine wasn't good enough. Harry wanted his freedom. He probably wanted to go with Sirius and who could blame him? The coney was tall, handsome, rich, and wanted to give Harry his freedom. Why shouldn't Harry want him?

When he left his lab for dinner, Harry had everything prepared, with dishes laid out on the table, and a four course meal spread out on a counter. As always, he served Severus first, hopping up to clear the dishes between the courses and to put finishing touches on the dessert. In the past, Severus had assumed his eagerness to do chores was borne out of a genuine love for them. Now, he couldn't help but wonder how much Harry did enjoy playing the role of the servant. He couldn't ask. What if Harry admitted that he'd hated it all this time?

When Harry served dessert he asked, "Do you like the bread pudding? I tried putting raisins in and adding a bit of orange peel. I'm not sure if it goes well with the rum sauce. I think next time-"

"It's fine," Severus interrupted, guessing Harry was only babbling because he was nervous. "I like it."

Harry smiled slightly.

Watching him eat, Severus knew he should agree to Sirius's demands. It was what Harry wanted, after all, and he should want Harry to be happy. Still, he couldn't give Harry up. Harry meant more to him than anything else in the world.

The only thing he could do was keep Sirius far away from Harry and hope that Harry would forget the whole thing. He most likely would, eventually.

~

The morning after the Sirius incident, Harry was back to his normal cheery, sex-demanding self. Severus spent the whole morning giving him as much sex as he could but, by lunch time, he was exhausted, and he locked himself in the lab to brew in peace. Although Harry was a good lab assistant at Hogwarts, at home there was no threat of being walked in on, and he was much more sexually forward. He'd behave himself for the first few hours, but then he'd start fondling the ladles and it was all downhill from there.

Perhaps Harry was a bit bored playing house-elf all the time. At Hogwarts he had friends and activities with which he could constantly busy himself whenever Severus wasn't around. He was diligent in his work, but there was only so much of a mess Severus made and, with how much work he'd done last summer, there were fewer chores to be done around the house than ever before. Cooking now took up most of his time and, although he'd be in the kitchen for hours, planning special dishes, his schedule was hardly as full as it used to be.

If Draco's schedule hadn't been full of lessons with private tutors, Severus would've sent Harry to spend time there. The only arrangement of which he could think was hardly one he wanted to make, but he knew that giving Harry something else to do besides cooking, cleaning, and occasionally helping in the lab would be good for the coney.

Visiting Mrs Weasley on his way home from a trip to pick up potions supplies, he returned to his house to tell Harry the good news. To his surprise, Harry's ears shot back.

"Let me get this straight. Once a week, I have to spend a whole day with the Weasleys?" he asked, his narrowed eyes matching the glare Champignon was giving Severus from Harry's lap.

Nonplussed, Severus said, "I thought you liked the Weasleys."

"I do," said Harry. "But there's no way I'm getting any sex that day!"

"Would you rather be in the house doing chores?" asked Severus, hoping he'd say yes.

Harry wrinkled his nose. "I'd rather be with you."

Severus sighed. "We can't have sex all the time."

Harry dropped his eyes to Champignon and trailed his fingers through the silky fur. "We could do something else."

"Like what?" asked Severus, curious.

Glancing back up, Harry said, "We could work on making the garden better. You could grow more of your own herbs."

Delighted that Harry wanted to spend more time with him outside of sex, Severus moved to sit beside him on the sofa. "If I didn't have to brew as much as I do, I would."

Harry's concentration returned to Champignon. "Why do you have to make so much money anyway?"

Petting his still-flattened ears, Severus said, "I need to rebuild my savings. I spent them all." Without a tidy sum of money put aside, he would be forced to spend the rest of his life working at Hogwarts while remaining part of the wizarding world in the UK. He needed to have enough so if anything should happen with Harry, he could whisk the two of them away to a place where Harry would never be in danger of being killed by the Ministry.

Harry leant into his touch. "What about two half days?"

"What do you mean?"

His fingers leaving Champignon to run down Severus's torso, Harry suggested, "What if I spent two half days with the Weasleys instead of one full day? You could brew without distraction for the same amount of time, but I won't have to go as long without sex."

"I'd have to ask." Severus stroked the back of Harry's ears. "I don't want to impose."

His fingers undoing each of Severus's buttons, Harry said, "I'm sure they won't mind."

Champignon stood up on Harry's lap and stretched obnoxiously, his tail striking Severus in the face. Severus swatted it to the side. With a glare back at Severus, Champignon stalked off. Free of the cat, Harry climbed into Severus's lap and kissed him.

Severus kissed him back happily, only to have Harry pull back and say, "You know Ginny likes me, right?"

"Miss Weasley?" Severus lifted his eyebrow.

Harry nodded, mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, she always wants to do whatever I'm doing, and she always wants me to play Quidditch, even though I can't. You should see how often she invites me along for broom rides."

Displeased, Severus said, "I thought I told you I didn't want anyone else giving you broom rides."

Harry grinned. "I said she invites me for rides. I didn't say I gave in."

"Careful," Severus playfully warned as he stood, delighting in the feel of Harry reflexively clutching him. "If I think you're tempted to produce any kits, I'm going to have you neutered."

Harry laughed at the fake threat. "I'll do the same to you," he retorted.

"Silly kit. How would I have sex with you?"

"You're a wizard," said Harry in between planting kisses on Severus's neck and mouth. "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Severus stepped into the bedroom, only to find Champignon stretched out in the middle of the bed.

"I don't know why I let you talk me into buying that creature."

Glancing back over his shoulder to see the cause of Severus's dismay, Harry grinned. "He likes you."

Settling on the floor, Severus laid Harry out on the plush carpet. "You must be kidding. That cat hates me."

"He always sits in your chair," Harry pointed out.

Severus slipped his fingers up under Harry's tunic and captured his hard nipples. "Because he knows how much I hate it."

"Ah!" Harry threw his head back before he remembered the conversation. "And he curls up on your pillow."

"Getting cat hair everywhere." Severus pushed up the tunic and bent down his head to suck on a pebbled peak.

Harry moaned, pressing up against his mouth. "And he likes your attention."

Severus lifted his head long enough to ask, "You mean how he doesn't desire our attention at all until we go into the Potions lab and close the door behind us?"

Harry pushed his head back down. "Mmm.... Who wouldn't want to be in the Potions lab with you? He wants to watch how your hands sort through the herbs oh so slowly and lay them out for use. And the way you grasp the ladle as you, mmm, stir the potions. And-"

Severus had to lift his head and ask in disbelief, "You get turned on by watching me brew?"

Shooting him a glance as if he'd gone daft, Harry replied, "Of course! At Hogwarts, I can look at the students instead of you, but when we're alone, it's impossible to think about anything else. I look at you and wish I was a potions ingredient."

Shocked and turned on, Severus could only say, "You'd want me to lay you on a table and inspect you?"

"Hmm." Harry nodded rapidly, his ears flying.

Severus trailed his fingers over Harry's body, replicating the act. "I'd search for flaws, but of course I wouldn't find any."

"Ye-yeah."

Growing harder by the second, Severus said, "I might even have to use some instruments to examine you. If you are to be used in a potion, then you must be in peak condition. Let's see...." He trailed his fingers up Harry's torso and pinched the peaked nipples.

"Oh!"

"Responsive, that's quite good. Nice and hard."

Harry's hips rose off the floor, rising with each squeeze Severus gave the nubs.

Releasing them, Severus ran a hand over Harry's body appreciatively. "Actually, what I really want is in here." Reaching down a hand, he gently squeezed Harry's tight, full bullocks.

"Ah.... How would you- get it out?"

Flipping Harry over, Severus pulled his hips up and pushed his buttocks apart, exposing his hole. "Through this." Brushing his thumb over it produced a quiver of Harry's perky tail. Teasing the delicate pucker, Severus said, "Such a tight, delicate little hole. I'm going to have to go slow."

"Oh!" Harry's ears quivered.

Summoning a cushion to support his back, Severus leant back. He adjusted Harry, placing him across his lap. Harry's thick erection pressed into his thighs, but he ignored it, concentrating on Harry's arse. "Such a lovely specimen," he said, squeezing Harry's buns before returning his finger to tease the outside of the hole.

"Ohgodsoh...."

If Harry was that close to orgasm after such a bit of wordplay and having his pucker rubbed, he must've been fantasizing about the scenario for quite some time. Determined to give him a good fantasy come to life, Severus pulled up on his hips, preventing him from rutting. "Not so fast. It needs to be a good sample."

Harry's trembling increased. "I don't think- I can't-"

Running a soothing hand down his back, Severus Summoned a spoon from the kitchen and transfigured it into a stirring rod of the thinnest thickness. Warming it and covering it with lube, he pressed it up against Harry's pucker and made it vibrate.

"Oh!" Harry's head flew back.

Stopping the vibration, Severus slowly pressed it in, watching eagerly as Harry's arse hungrily swallowed it up. After pushing it in just a bit, he pulled it back out, giving Harry a slow slide.

"Yes...." Harry spread his legs, pushing back against the object.

Holding him in place, Severus ever-so-slowly thickened it, twisting it back and forth as he slid it in and out, the sounds of Harry's moans distracting him. "We want the sample to be nice and big."

In a desperate voice, Harry pleaded, "I can- produce more."

Chuckling, Severus decided to have mercy and thickened the rod. "Soon, you'll be ready."

"For cock?" Harry asked hungrily.

"Oh no, you're not ready for that yet." Severus massaged the tight sack away from Harry's body. "I think we can get this even fuller." As he held Harry's orgasm at bay, he slowly increased the thickness of the rod, twisting and turning it inside of Harry.

"Ohyes!" Harry's whole body shook, his ears quivering.

Massaging the full bollocks, Severus steadily increased the size of the rod.

Harry whimpered and clawed at the carpet. "I need-"

Severus teased, "I think we should have enough in an hour."

"Fuck you!" spat Harry. "I'm not waiting an hour!"

Chuckling, Severus bent down to plant a kiss on Harry's back. Harry only cursed at him when he was really desperate to orgasm. Flipping Harry onto his back, Severus slowly pulled out the rod. "I'll need to sample the product before I can add it to my potions." Pressing a finger into Harry, he bent down and sucked the tip of Harry's thick cock into his mouth.

"Ohyesohyes."

His head bobbing as he sucked hard, Severus plunged his finger in and out of Harry's arse, the desperate sounds emerging from Harry's throat driving him forward.

"Oh-oh-oh- Severus!"

Severus drank it all down, licking Harry's softening cock once he'd finished spurting. Lifting his head, he said, "Perfect. I think I'll need more of that."

Harry pulled him down for a kiss. When he broke it, he said, "Now I'll never be able to concentrate in the lab again."

"You didn't exactly concentrate before," Severus pointed out.

Harry pushed Severus back into a sitting position and adjusted himself to give Severus head. "The next time you're brewing, just imagine me doing this."

Severus doubted he'd be able to concentrate in the lab again either.


[[This chapter is dedicated to the real Champignon, who is terribly missed. Next chapter Entropy and Order coming soon!]]