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Chapter 9 Birthday Present


When the guest were gone; the elves, Severus, and Harry were left alone in the sitting area. Each of the elves had a present for Harry.

“Kreacher, how many times have I told you, you don’t need to get me a gift for my birthday nor for Christmas?” a visible smile on Harry’s face even when he was trying to sound stern.

“Very well, Harry Potter Sir, Kreacher is not getting you anymore gift.” Giving the same answer he had given Harry last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

Harry took the gift and found his now customary gift, a dozen individually packed chocolate cakes.

“Thanks Kreacher, these are great for when I am at work, especially during stake-outs.”

“You be welcome, Harry Potter sir,” said a beaming elf.

Mimi approached Harry a bit tentatively, “Harry Potter Sir, may Mimi give you a present?”

“Sure Mimi, you do not have to give me a gift but it will always be welcomed,” explained Harry.

Harry took the small box and quickly undid the wrapping; when he peeked inside he decided not to show the content. “Thank you Mimi, it is a useful gift.” It took but a quick survey of those present in the room to understand who knew what was in the box. Kreacher and Mimi were beaming with pride and satisfaction, while Severus was puzzled by all the secrecy.

“I’ll show you later; when we are alone,” explained Harry. Severus simply nodded.

The two elves knew it was time to leaf and Kreacher was the first to pop out of the sitting room. Mimi followed but not before Snapping her fingers and leaving Severus in his birthday suit.

Severus immediately fell to his knees and Harry went to his side making him stand. Harry held him in his hands and said, “Severus there is no need to kneel.”

“Master, there is something I must ask.”

“You don’t have to kneel in order to ask for something. I thought you were feeling comfortable with me,” said Harry searching for Severus’ eyes.

“I do, Master, but I do not wish to forget my place,” answered Severus with lowered eyes.”

“Your place, Severus, is here in my arms. Now tell me, what was it that you wanted to ask me.”

“Master I was not able to get you a true gift. I do not have money…”

“Severus, is the money bag empty?”

“No, Master, it is not. In fact you will be pleased to see that the amount has multiplied. Headmistress Minerva has made Mimi take money for the potions I have been brewing and Master Hagrid let out in Diagon Ally that I was brewing, so now I am filling special orders for some shops. Master will be very pleased at how his slave has been able to add to his wealth.”

Harry chuckled, “Severus that is not my money. You worked for that money, it belongs to you.”

“Please Master; do not say such a thing. The curse is sure to punish a slave who dares own anything.”

“I am sorry Severus, sometimes I forget. But surely you know that it is my wish that you buy anything you want with that money.”

“Yes, Master, I am to buy any potions ingredients that I need.”

“No, Severus, it is not only for your brewing supplies, you can use the money for anything you like. I want to have a happy and independent slave. Is this clear?”

“Yes, Master, but I was not aware of this before now therefore I was not able to buy you a gift…”

“Severus, you do not…”

“Master, please, am I to be less than the elves?”

“What? No, that isn’t what I meant. I just don’t want you to feel…”

“Master, what I have been trying to say is that I would like to give you my gift.”

“Oh, so you do have a gift.”

“Not one that I can wrap; no Master, I do not. But if Master will allow it; I will be able to give you a present.”

“Severus, I am sorry, but you are not making much sense.”

Severus took a deep breath and said, “Master, I did not buy you a present but I have thought of a gift for you; if you will allow it.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Master, I would like you to allow me to lead tonight; in the bedroom,” Severus said lowering his head but not his eyes. He needed to see Harry’s reaction.

“You mean you will be in charge?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I don’t know Severus; I have been a victim of your detentions. I know what you are capable of,” teased Harry.
Severus was about to retort when he spotted Harry’s sly smile.

“So you do not grant me …”

“No, no, no… that isn’t what I am saying. In fact, lead away. I am all yours.”

“Indeed,” said Severus and quickly added, “I will lead the way.”


***


Up in the bedroom, Severus began to undress Harry. Harry reached for his wand and was about to help Severus by casting a disrobing charm.

“Master, may I remind you that you have handed yourself over to me for the night?” reminded Severus with an arch eyebrow.

Harry lifted his hands in a sign of surrender. Severus took advantage of this position and slipped Harry’s t-shirt off. Then he had him sit on the bed so he could get rid of the trainers and socks. While still on his knees he guided Harry to a standing position and did short work of the jeans without taking his eyes off of Harry’s eyes. In one swift move, Severus stood up and guided Harry to the bathroom. He then let go of Harry and he opened the tabs. As the water flowed he started adding different ingredients as if he were about to cook something. A pinch of salt, some lavender leaves, some dry mint leaves and a cascade of a liquid that started to make bubbles. Harry was in a daze as he saw Severus take so much care in everything he was doing.

Severus approached him and guided him into the bathtub. Harry sat in perfectly tempered water and just sighed in relief; all the tension leaving his body. It was heaven. And what happen next was the topping on the ice-cream, Severus began to bath him. He soaped up a big sponge and started on body part after body part. Harry had never been bathed by anyone. He vaguely remembered his Aunt Petunia scrubbing behinds his ears until he was in tears. This was nothing like that; this was pure, done with care and tenderness.

When Severus was satisfied that every part of Harry’s body was clean he guided him into a standing position. Then he let the water drain and ran the tabs again. He used a type of gourd to gather water and rinse Harry and the bathtub of all suds.

Harry did not want to speak, he did not want to blink, he was even afraid of breathing too hard. He did not want the magic to end. He felt a warm, plush towel engulf his body as he was guided to the bed. Then Severus took the towel to the bathroom and came back with a fresh one. He laid the towel on the bed and had Harry lie on his stomach. Harry could see Severus sitting on the edge of the corner and dripping oil onto his hands. Then he started massaging Harry’s back and then his legs and feet.

“Severus…,” whispered Harry.

“Yes Master?”

“It feels so good, please don’t stop,” he said in a very breathy voice.

“Do not fret, Master, I aim to please.” With those words Severus spread Harry’s cheeks and let three drops of oil fall to his exposed entrance. Harry buckled upwards showing his consent and willingness. Severus finger massaged the entrance until it willingly open to his ministration. Soon he found that spot that Harry knew he was seeking.

“There!”

Severus continue to massage the pink cavity and getting more ‘there’s’ from Harry. Then he decided to take it one step further and inserted a second finger. Scissoring Harry and hitting that pleasure spot. Harry was beside himself. He had never felt so much pleasure.

“Severus… Severus… Severus…”

Severus retracted his fingers not wanting Harry to come that way.

“Severus, WHY?” said Harry turning on his side to get a better view.

“I want Master to decide how he would like to take his pleasure,” was Severus’ hissed answer.

Harry thought about his options and quickly decided, “Frottage,” he expelled the word with a hard breath.
Severus thought it better if the younger wizard were on top, so he lay on his back and allowed Harry to match their hips. No sooner Harry had taken position he started to rock his hips, loosing himself in the pleasure that the action gave him.

“Severus… you have no idea how great this feels.”

“No Master, I do not,” said Severus not hoping to get his message across. He knew that Harry was far to gone to make sense of his underhanded comment.

Harry could not hold back any longer. The wonderful dance between Severus and him had gone on for way longer than Harry had ever experience. Severus had taken his sweet time in leading Harry up to his climax and Harry rewarded him with a load of the thick white substance that now covered their bodies.

“Severus that was the best birthday gift anyone has ever given me. You know I will expect this every Christmas and every one of my birthdays. You are not to use the money bag to give me a gift,” said Harry still lying on Severus’ shoulder.

Severus smiled into Harry’s hair, “Your wish is my command, Master,” said Severus hugging Harry when he remembered, “Master, what did Mimi give you?”

Harry smiled making a goofy face, “Look for your self Severus.” Severus reached to the end table, looked inside the box, and had to suppress his laughter, “Useful indeed, Master.”

***


When Harry came home from work the following Monday he found a very proud looking Severus and two very excited elves. He hugged Severus and asked about his day.

“Master my day was very productive. I was wondering if you would be able to come down to the lab after dinner.”
But Harry could tell that his three house mates were anxious to show him something. “Why wait? Lead the way.” Harry followed the three down to the lab. Kreacher stopped at one side of the chalk board and Severus and Mimi stopped at the other side. They were sure he would be able to see it right away. Try as he might Harry could see nothing new with the place. It didn’t seem that any potions had been made. The two elves rolled their eyes and Severus lowered his head in disappointment.

“You are really going to have to point it out to me because I am not seeing it. Well, besides the fact that you spelled Sleeping with two p’s.” The three of them looked up hopefully. So Harry assumed he was on the right track. Did Severus want him to correct his spelling? And then it hit him, “Hang on, Severus this is your handwriting I would know it anywhere. Six years of seeing it on the board, but how? I thought you could not… Severus, …How?”

The two elves looked up at Harry beaming. Severus had to lower his head to hide his satisfaction.

“I do not know Master. I asked Mimi to transfer the procedure on to the board and erase each step as we completed them this way I would know how far along we were in the brewing. When Mimi transferred the text from the book to the board I just read it without taking notice of what I was doing. Today I noticed that the word sleeping was misspelled so I erased it and wrote it correctly. It took me a second to realize what I was doing. I could not believe it. I was writing. I try to write on the parchment but couldn’t so I wrote on the board and had no trouble.” The two elves flipped the board around and Severus looked at the writing on the board with contentment. But Harry notice that it was not Severus’ writing on that side of the board. It was a replica of a page from a book and if Harry was not mistaken it was Shakespeare.

“Shakespeare?”

“Indeed Master, my favorite. I do not have to be read to like a child anymore,” he said with a slight smile on his lips.

Harry opened his hands to receive his slave. Things were working out just find for Severus. He was going to be all right.



A/N I have been trying to update the story every Sunday and Wednesday. I almost didn't make it today and I doubt I will make it next Wednesday. The holidays are starting to take its toll, but I will at least have one chapter up each week.

And I am sure you will be able to spot plenty of mistakes in this chapter. It was written in haste. So as always just let me know and I will try to get to it as soon as possible and correct it.

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