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Chapter 8 Claimed
The following Saturday was Harry’s birthday. He couldn’t stop thinking of what a perfect excuse Charlie would have to patch things up between them. He could just picture it, Charlie floos in and immediately starts asking for forgiveness, but Harry would make it clear that no forgiveness was called for. That he loved Charlie above all things. Then Charlie would ask to at least ask Severus for forgiveness because of cause he had realized how wrong his actions had been. He knew that his Charlie was a kind and caring human been. Charlie probably had a bit too much to drink that night or a very hard time at work. Harry kept on replaying this imaginary scene in his head over and over.
Soon the Weasley Clan descended down onto his back yard where an outdoor lunch and celebration had been arranged. Kreacher and Mimi were running back and forth from the kitchen to the outdoor tables. They were beaming. The idea of having this many people to serve, was exhilarating. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a kiss and a hug than ran after the elves. Harry smiled at the sight; he knew that Kreacher would not take kindly to Molly’s intrusion but he also knew that Molly had a way of getting things to go her way.
“Happy Birthday, Harry,” kissed and hugged Hermione.
“Yeah Mate, Happy Birthday,” hugged with a pat in the back one very tall Ron Weasley.
“Thanks guys,” said Harry surveying the Weasley clan, “So when is the rest of the clan arriving?”
“This is it Mate, we are all here, all except Charlie. He called this morning to say he couldn’t make it. Mum was in rare shape; you know how she feels about family first,” answered Ron with a look that said that his second brother had crossed the family’s matriarch.
Harry did the best he could to keep his disappointment from showing, “Better go make sure Kreacher is admitting Molly into the kitchen,” he said with an attempted smile.
“Good luck with that one, Mate.”
***
When Harry came back out, people were settled into conversation cliques. Hermione and Ginny seemed to be intrigued with Fleur Delacour’s new rounded belly. Arthur, George, Percy and Ron where talking about ‘what else’ quidditch. And there under the great big tree in the middle of the property were Severus and Bill engulfed in conversation. Bill and Severus were going back and forth in their discussion. It pleased Harry to see Severus in such a mundane activity as interacting at a party, but then something happened that changed his attitude completely; Severus smiled. It was more than a smile it was accompanied by sound. Could it be… was Severus laughing? Severus had never laughed with Harry. And he usually hid his smiles, but here he was having what seemed to be a great time with the most sexy and attractive Weasley. Harry felt the air thicken to the point where it was hard to breath. He wanted to yell. He needed to yell, ‘keep off, he is mine’. He walked right up to them, “Oi, Happy Birthday, Harry,” said the oldest of Ron’s brothers.
“Thanks, Bill. Umm… I am sorry to interrupt, but I really need to talk to Severus,” he answered.
“Sure Harry,” but when he was about to move, Harry motioned for him to stay put.
“I am going to take Severus inside,” he said hoping that Bill would get the part in which Harry was taking what was his.
Harry walked fast with Severus close to his heels. He guided Severus into the study room right off the bottom of the stairs. He closed the door with a swift movement of his wand. Severus sensing that something was off; fell to the ground on his knees. Harry knew he should make him stand but for some reasoned unbeknown to him he couldn’t.
“Severus, I know Hermione keeps on saying that the curse has no effect on me, but I find that hard to believe.”
Severus looked up at him with a question on his face. Question that Harry decided to answer, “I can’t help myself. I just want you to stay inside and not interact with anyone else but me. I know… I know it’s mental but I can’t help it. Severus, when I saw you out there with Bill…”
“Is this what this is about, Master, Master William?” asked Severus.
“He is so beautiful; I can see why you find him attractive…”
“Master, I do not find Master William attractive.”
“But you were smiling at him. And I even heard you laugh, Severus. …Laugh!”
“Master, Master William was just telling me some interesting stories about the new Potions Masters at Hogwarts. It seems to be the new cursed class at the school. Four Potions Masters in three years. One more inept than the other, it seems Master Williams has had to go undo some of the blunders committed by these buffoons,” explained the still kneeling slave.
“But he is so beautiful…”
“Master to me there is no one as beautiful as you.”
“Yeah, but that is only because the curse makes you see me that way.”
“I beg to differ, Master, I never found my former master remotely appealing.”
That was unexpected. So it wasn’t the curse making Severus think that he was ‘…good looking?’ thought Harry with blushed cheeks.
“I am sorry Severus; I don’t know how I let my jealousy get the best of me. I don’t know what has come over me. I just can’t deal with the thought of loosing you too,” said the Boy Who Lived with a puff of air.
“Master, may I remind you that I am your slave and that there is no possible way for you to lose me; unless you decide to do so.”
“I know that Severus, but you must know that if you were ever to fall in love with someone, all you would have to do is ask and I would turn you over to that person. I am responsible for your happiness.”
“I can not see this happening, Master. I am quite content by your side. I do not recall ever feeling this content and protected. Please Master, rest assure that you have nothing to worry.”
“You are right Severus, I am being an idiot. I just have this feeling of… well I can’t really explain… it’s like…”
“Master, maybe if you claimed me you would feel more at ease,” suggested Severus.
Harry mulled it over, for some reason the idea was highly appealing to him, but he found no justification for the appeal. “How would that help?” he asked hoping Severus would give him a good reason.
“Master William was bitten by a werewolf and this has heightened his sense of smell…”
“… and he will be able to smell me on you. He will know that you are mine without me having to spell it out to him,” said Harry embracing the idea and missing the slight smile that curved on Severus’ lips.
Harry walked up to the man that was still on his knees and helped him up. He placed his forehead on Severus’ forehead and took a deep breath, “Severus, are you sure you are ok with this?”
Severus let go of his master and walked to the other side of the desk they were standing in front of. He opened the drawer and took out a piece of parchment and crumpled it up then retuned to Harry’s side and offered him the crumpled up parchment.
“Severus?”
“I thought that maybe Master would like to transform it into a plug; this way your essence will stay within me,” said the slave slightly bowing his head but yet looking straight at Harry with a suggestive smile.
Once again Harry placed their foreheads together and smiled, “You’re amazing, you know that, right?”
Severus thought it wiser not to answer that particular question. Harry started on his shirt buttons and Severus was glad that he didn’t have his wand on hand. The thought of Harry taking the time to undress him was pleasing. When the button down dress shirt that Severus was wearing was disposed of Harry started on the black fitted jeans that the older man was wearing. He was surprised but pleased to see that Severus only had the two items of clothing on. He guided him to the desk and lean him over it. Then he grabbed his wand, “Mimi hasn’t prepared you so I will do it, ok?” asked Harry. Severus just nodded trying not to show his disappointment. “Severus, I am going to be light on the lube spell. I really need to feel that I am claiming you. You know that you can tell me if I am too rough, right?” and Severus had an even harder time not showing his smile.
Harry was only going to lower his pants when he decided he wanted to be closer to his charge; so he took of his shirt. He molded his body to the one under him and whispered, “Ok?” again Severus nodded. Then the green eye man aimed his manhood and trusted in one harsh and continues thrust. Oh! Severus was tight. Healer Conroy had been right when he said he had cured Severus rectum to the point of ‘virginity’. Before the young wizard could stop himself he yelled, “Mine!”
He was taken a back when he heard the man under him respond, “Yours Master, yours…” in a voice that bared the soul.
“Mine, Severus, you are mine!”
“Yours… Master… only… yours...”
“Oh Severus… say it … say it …again. Say… you… are… only…only…ooooo…” and he came with his lips in a perfect o.
Severus was panting under him but he quickly recovered and handed Harry the parchment. He heard his master say the spell and felt how Harry manually applied the plug. Then Harry straightened him out, “Walk Severus, I want to know that you are not uncomfortable with that in you,” ordered the still breathless wizard.
Severus walked using his years of spy techniques to hide a wince and a limp that would surely be present if not for his concealing abilities.
“You’re alright?”
Severus didn’t trust the curse with that answer so he simply smiled; a smiled that showed that he was indeed ‘all right’.
When they returned to the party Harry was quite please to see Bill’s head turn a ninety degree spin towards their direction. He had obviously picked up the scent; the scent that said that Severus belong to him.
The following Saturday was Harry’s birthday. He couldn’t stop thinking of what a perfect excuse Charlie would have to patch things up between them. He could just picture it, Charlie floos in and immediately starts asking for forgiveness, but Harry would make it clear that no forgiveness was called for. That he loved Charlie above all things. Then Charlie would ask to at least ask Severus for forgiveness because of cause he had realized how wrong his actions had been. He knew that his Charlie was a kind and caring human been. Charlie probably had a bit too much to drink that night or a very hard time at work. Harry kept on replaying this imaginary scene in his head over and over.
Soon the Weasley Clan descended down onto his back yard where an outdoor lunch and celebration had been arranged. Kreacher and Mimi were running back and forth from the kitchen to the outdoor tables. They were beaming. The idea of having this many people to serve, was exhilarating. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a kiss and a hug than ran after the elves. Harry smiled at the sight; he knew that Kreacher would not take kindly to Molly’s intrusion but he also knew that Molly had a way of getting things to go her way.
“Happy Birthday, Harry,” kissed and hugged Hermione.
“Yeah Mate, Happy Birthday,” hugged with a pat in the back one very tall Ron Weasley.
“Thanks guys,” said Harry surveying the Weasley clan, “So when is the rest of the clan arriving?”
“This is it Mate, we are all here, all except Charlie. He called this morning to say he couldn’t make it. Mum was in rare shape; you know how she feels about family first,” answered Ron with a look that said that his second brother had crossed the family’s matriarch.
Harry did the best he could to keep his disappointment from showing, “Better go make sure Kreacher is admitting Molly into the kitchen,” he said with an attempted smile.
“Good luck with that one, Mate.”
***
When Harry came back out, people were settled into conversation cliques. Hermione and Ginny seemed to be intrigued with Fleur Delacour’s new rounded belly. Arthur, George, Percy and Ron where talking about ‘what else’ quidditch. And there under the great big tree in the middle of the property were Severus and Bill engulfed in conversation. Bill and Severus were going back and forth in their discussion. It pleased Harry to see Severus in such a mundane activity as interacting at a party, but then something happened that changed his attitude completely; Severus smiled. It was more than a smile it was accompanied by sound. Could it be… was Severus laughing? Severus had never laughed with Harry. And he usually hid his smiles, but here he was having what seemed to be a great time with the most sexy and attractive Weasley. Harry felt the air thicken to the point where it was hard to breath. He wanted to yell. He needed to yell, ‘keep off, he is mine’. He walked right up to them, “Oi, Happy Birthday, Harry,” said the oldest of Ron’s brothers.
“Thanks, Bill. Umm… I am sorry to interrupt, but I really need to talk to Severus,” he answered.
“Sure Harry,” but when he was about to move, Harry motioned for him to stay put.
“I am going to take Severus inside,” he said hoping that Bill would get the part in which Harry was taking what was his.
Harry walked fast with Severus close to his heels. He guided Severus into the study room right off the bottom of the stairs. He closed the door with a swift movement of his wand. Severus sensing that something was off; fell to the ground on his knees. Harry knew he should make him stand but for some reasoned unbeknown to him he couldn’t.
“Severus, I know Hermione keeps on saying that the curse has no effect on me, but I find that hard to believe.”
Severus looked up at him with a question on his face. Question that Harry decided to answer, “I can’t help myself. I just want you to stay inside and not interact with anyone else but me. I know… I know it’s mental but I can’t help it. Severus, when I saw you out there with Bill…”
“Is this what this is about, Master, Master William?” asked Severus.
“He is so beautiful; I can see why you find him attractive…”
“Master, I do not find Master William attractive.”
“But you were smiling at him. And I even heard you laugh, Severus. …Laugh!”
“Master, Master William was just telling me some interesting stories about the new Potions Masters at Hogwarts. It seems to be the new cursed class at the school. Four Potions Masters in three years. One more inept than the other, it seems Master Williams has had to go undo some of the blunders committed by these buffoons,” explained the still kneeling slave.
“But he is so beautiful…”
“Master to me there is no one as beautiful as you.”
“Yeah, but that is only because the curse makes you see me that way.”
“I beg to differ, Master, I never found my former master remotely appealing.”
That was unexpected. So it wasn’t the curse making Severus think that he was ‘…good looking?’ thought Harry with blushed cheeks.
“I am sorry Severus; I don’t know how I let my jealousy get the best of me. I don’t know what has come over me. I just can’t deal with the thought of loosing you too,” said the Boy Who Lived with a puff of air.
“Master, may I remind you that I am your slave and that there is no possible way for you to lose me; unless you decide to do so.”
“I know that Severus, but you must know that if you were ever to fall in love with someone, all you would have to do is ask and I would turn you over to that person. I am responsible for your happiness.”
“I can not see this happening, Master. I am quite content by your side. I do not recall ever feeling this content and protected. Please Master, rest assure that you have nothing to worry.”
“You are right Severus, I am being an idiot. I just have this feeling of… well I can’t really explain… it’s like…”
“Master, maybe if you claimed me you would feel more at ease,” suggested Severus.
Harry mulled it over, for some reason the idea was highly appealing to him, but he found no justification for the appeal. “How would that help?” he asked hoping Severus would give him a good reason.
“Master William was bitten by a werewolf and this has heightened his sense of smell…”
“… and he will be able to smell me on you. He will know that you are mine without me having to spell it out to him,” said Harry embracing the idea and missing the slight smile that curved on Severus’ lips.
Harry walked up to the man that was still on his knees and helped him up. He placed his forehead on Severus’ forehead and took a deep breath, “Severus, are you sure you are ok with this?”
Severus let go of his master and walked to the other side of the desk they were standing in front of. He opened the drawer and took out a piece of parchment and crumpled it up then retuned to Harry’s side and offered him the crumpled up parchment.
“Severus?”
“I thought that maybe Master would like to transform it into a plug; this way your essence will stay within me,” said the slave slightly bowing his head but yet looking straight at Harry with a suggestive smile.
Once again Harry placed their foreheads together and smiled, “You’re amazing, you know that, right?”
Severus thought it wiser not to answer that particular question. Harry started on his shirt buttons and Severus was glad that he didn’t have his wand on hand. The thought of Harry taking the time to undress him was pleasing. When the button down dress shirt that Severus was wearing was disposed of Harry started on the black fitted jeans that the older man was wearing. He was surprised but pleased to see that Severus only had the two items of clothing on. He guided him to the desk and lean him over it. Then he grabbed his wand, “Mimi hasn’t prepared you so I will do it, ok?” asked Harry. Severus just nodded trying not to show his disappointment. “Severus, I am going to be light on the lube spell. I really need to feel that I am claiming you. You know that you can tell me if I am too rough, right?” and Severus had an even harder time not showing his smile.
Harry was only going to lower his pants when he decided he wanted to be closer to his charge; so he took of his shirt. He molded his body to the one under him and whispered, “Ok?” again Severus nodded. Then the green eye man aimed his manhood and trusted in one harsh and continues thrust. Oh! Severus was tight. Healer Conroy had been right when he said he had cured Severus rectum to the point of ‘virginity’. Before the young wizard could stop himself he yelled, “Mine!”
He was taken a back when he heard the man under him respond, “Yours Master, yours…” in a voice that bared the soul.
“Mine, Severus, you are mine!”
“Yours… Master… only… yours...”
“Oh Severus… say it … say it …again. Say… you… are… only…only…ooooo…” and he came with his lips in a perfect o.
Severus was panting under him but he quickly recovered and handed Harry the parchment. He heard his master say the spell and felt how Harry manually applied the plug. Then Harry straightened him out, “Walk Severus, I want to know that you are not uncomfortable with that in you,” ordered the still breathless wizard.
Severus walked using his years of spy techniques to hide a wince and a limp that would surely be present if not for his concealing abilities.
“You’re alright?”
Severus didn’t trust the curse with that answer so he simply smiled; a smiled that showed that he was indeed ‘all right’.
When they returned to the party Harry was quite please to see Bill’s head turn a ninety degree spin towards their direction. He had obviously picked up the scent; the scent that said that Severus belong to him.
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