A Bunny Tale Part 2

This is the Second Part of A Bunny Tale which was written as an Easter Special for a friend last year. It was meant to be a short, fluffy thing but it has evolved into something more. You can find the first part under my stories written here. I had a lot of wonderful, amazing help with thi

Broom Ride


When Severus had purchased Harry, an anthropologas, he did not do so with the expectation of keeping his new pet. Anthropologos were said to be good for one thing and one thing only: sex. The idea of taking one to Hogwarts and teaching him how to brew was downright laughable, but while Harry wasn’t the most intelligent assistant Severus could have had, he made up for his lack of knowledge with dedication and determination. His work enabled Severus to devote more time to invention and brewing for profit. However, due to his inability to use magic, even if Harry worked for Severus full time, it would take many years before he earned back his cost. Severus tried not to think about that when new magazines full of glossy ads for ingredients arrived or when his colleagues posted him letters boasting about their new acquisitions. It wasn't too difficult, as Harry had become quite adept at distracting Severus. Only two weeks into the school year and Severus had become used to living with Harry.

That Friday began in the typical way. He woke with his dick in Harry's mouth, fucked Harry, ate breakfast, lectured the first years, who managed to not blow up any potions, had lunch in the Great Hall, fucked Harry, and instructed the fifth years, who managed to make a mess of everything. He was setting things in order when someone knocked on his door timidly.

"Come in," Severus ordered.

"Uh, sir?" Sean Self, a timid, ginger first year poked in his head. "Professor Dumbledore sent me to tell you that Mr. Malfoy is here to visit you. He sent him to your rooms."

"To my rooms?" Severus double-checked that crushed Veronda Root had absolutely no use. It was just as he feared. While mangled Veronda could be used- To his rooms? Where Harry was waiting for him to return? He slammed down the book and strode to the doorway, scaring Sean who darted off as if Severus had suddenly turned into a basilisk. What was that daft Dumbledore thinking? Ever since Lucius and he had attended Hogwarts together, Lucius had had the annoying habit of borrowing Severus's things and ruining them. He had always replaced the item afterwards - sometimes even buying the newest model as replacement - but Severus didn't want Lucius touching Harry, at all. And Harry, Harry was far too trusting and eager to please. Severus now reconsidered punishing Harry for punching Draco. He should have ordered Harry to punch anyone who tried to touch him, no matter what their station. Thoughts swirled through his head of what might be happening down in his rooms, and his swift walk turned into an undignified mad dash as he raced towards his door. He knocked over two Slytherin girls in his path, hoping he was travelling too quickly for them to see that the giant black cloud that had just bowled them over had been their stiff Potions Professor and Head of House.

When he reached his door, he smoothed down his robes and his hair and marched in, as though he had come from a leisurely walk.

Lucius rested on the sofa, his back to Severus, but he rose when Severus stepped in, turning to greet his old friend with a half smile. "Severus, how have you been?"

"Very well, Lucius." He nodded to his friend as he crossed the room towards the sofa. To his relief, he saw no sign of Harry. "Where is that coney? He should have served you tea."

"Oh, he did," Lucius answered, glancing down at something beside him that was currently hidden by the sofa. Harry popped up, his bunny ears sticking straight up.

"I served tea, Professor!" Harry said, flashing a bright smile at Severus.

"What are you doing down there?" asked Severus, narrowing his eyes. Harry shouldn't be on his knees around anyone other than him.

"The sugar bowl fell off the table, and I was picking up the cubes," said Harry. "One went under the table." He dropped the cube into the bowl, leapt to his feet, and bounded across the room towards Severus. Half-way there, he lurched to a stop as if he had run into an invisible wall. He glanced back at Lucius and then stood in the middle of the room with a confused look on his face as his eyes darted between Lucius and Severus. Normally, when Severus entered his rooms, Harry liked to throw himself on the Professor, smothering him in hugs and kisses as if they hadn't seen each other for a few weeks rather than a few hours. With company, he remained aloof, but Lucius knew that Harry was Severus's pet coney rather than his nephew and Squib assistant, and Harry was well aware of that fact.

Severus solved Harry's dilemma by motioning for Lucius to retake his seat as he swept into his favourite chair and nodded for Harry to approach him. "What brings you to Hogwarts, Lucius?" Severus asked, as he pulled Harry into his lap and discreetly checked to make sure Harry's clothing hadn't been tampered with. Severus knew Lucius too well to assume that the sugar bowl had fallen by accident, but it appeared that had been the extent of his ill behaviour before Severus arrived.

"My son's first Quidditch game is this evening," Lucius said as he picked up his cup and leaned back against the sofa.

Harry wiggled off Severus's lap and prepared another cup of tea.

Severus's eyes roamed over Lucius's forest green robes. "That explains the green."

"Come now, Severus, where's your spirit? My son's been training for quite some time, and this will be the year that we finally take that cup back from Gryffindor." Lucius's eyes shifted to Harry's bum. "Would you freshen my cup?"

"Yes, sir." Harry left Severus to pour tea into Lucius's mug. When he turned away, Lucius leaned forward.

"You have something caught in your fur," he announced, "let me get it for you."

As Harry faced Severus, he couldn't tell exactly what Lucius was doing, but when his arm stroked up, pink shot across Harry's cheeks. Clutching the teapot to his chest, Harry scurried back to the table to finish fixing Severus's cup. Severus pretended not to notice, knowing Lucius would deny groping Harry's tail. When Harry handed Severus his cup - perfect, no doubt - he waved his hand to dismiss Harry, wanting the coney out of the room. Harry's ears drooped slightly, but he departed, taking a backward glance at Severus before he disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Severus had hoped that Harry would return to his own rooms, but just wanted the coney out of Lucius's vision and reach.

"A Slytherin victory is well needed," said Severus, determined to steer the conversation away from where Lucius clearly wanted it to go. "How long has it been? Six... seven years?"

"Seven years," agreed Lucius. "But now the dry spell is over. Speaking of which, I saw you kept the coney. You can't convince me you still haven't touched him."

Severus shook his head at Lucius's blunt shift in topic. "He threw himself at me. He seemed to think his desire an infliction of which only I could cure him."

Lucius chuckled. "You waited until he could not contain himself? That's quite clever. If you should ever become bored of him, let me know."

"I will," agreed Severus, although he doubted he would ever be bored of Harry. In order to change the topic of the conversation, he asked, "Did the Board approve your proposal?"

"They did, and I informed them about your coney."

"You did what?" Severus nearly dropped his cup.

"It had to be done, otherwise it could have been used against you. You have nothing to worry about; they've all agreed to secrecy."

Severus could feel his eyebrows arching up his forehead. "They don't mind that I own Harry?"

"Why would they? He's a coney." Lucius waved his hand dismissively. "No, they were concerned that he would harass the students. Of course they expect you to be discrete, but I know that won't be a problem."

Severus frowned in confusion. "They thought that Harry would harass the students?"

"Coneys are known for their appetites."

"You said they are loyal to their masters."

"They are, in front of them." Lucius sipped his tea. "While they won't sexually stray without their master's permission, in private they usually make it quite clear that they wish to. Your Harry is different, however. He's always been polite but reserved, even during the times you weren't accompanying him. I wouldn't have thought coneys could blush; normally they can make a sailor turn pink with how openly graphic their talk can be."

"Times?" Severus asked, images of Lucius alone with Harry crowding his mind, distracting him. "I wasn't aware you had encountered him in my absense on multiple occasions."

Lucius's wide smile increased. "You are not normally this transparent, Severus. It's refreshing." He placed his cup and saucer on the table. "I ran across Harry this morning when I arrived at Hogwarts. He's quite the little liar; he almost had me convinced that he was not the coney I had encountered earlier, but a human boy. Well trained, but I knew you'd never let him go. Not with a tail like that."

"Lucius-" warned Severus but Lucius waved his hand.

"Enough of the coney, tell me about your new potions project."

Relieved, Severus accepted the change of subject.

After Lucius had left, Severus lifted his wand and flicked open the bedroom door.

Harry rushed across the room with a wide smile.

"What's Quidditch?" he asked as he jumped onto Severus's lap and straddled his legs.

Severus narrowed his eyes. "It is rude to listen to a private conversation."

"I have big ears!" protested Harry, pointing to his ears, which were completely vertical.

Unable to restrain himself anymore, Severus leaned forward and tasted Harry's lower lip. Harry melted against him, his hands running eagerly down Severus's chest towards his groin. Severus caught them before they reached his trousers.

"Quidditch is a wizard sport. Dress for the outdoors and bring me my cloak with the green trim."

Harry's eyes flashed in disappointment, but he slid off Severus's lap and hurried away to follow Severus's orders. When he returned, his robe falling off his shoulders as he held out Severus's cloak, Severus took the cloak and placed a pair of wizard binoculars in Harry's hands.

"These will help you view the game," he said before showing Harry how to use them.

After having transfigured Harry's ears and tail, Severus led him out to the pitch. "You will watch with the students while I sit with the faculty."

"You don't play?" asked Harry as he hurried to keep up with Severus's long strides.

Severus chuckled. "Of course not. Students from each house play in teams against each other. Today, Slytherin and Ravenclaw will be competing. Watch the game and if you have any questions, I will answer them afterwards."

Once they reached the field, Harry veered off towards the students. Severus joined Lucius in the box. He tried to concentrate on the game but his eyes drifted around the field for Harry. He finally found him, wedged between two pretty Slytherin girls. Caitlin Latimer, the large-busted girl on Harry's right, talked to Harry throughout the game, pointing out players and objects on the field. When they hugged each other tightly in excitement after Draco had caught the Snitch, Severus decided he had been remiss in hexing only the male student population.

Lucius and Severus celebrated the victory with several glasses of scotch.

After three glasses, Lucius leaned forward and said in a low voice, "My son wants a coney. I've been thinking about buying him one for his birthday. Narcissa can't demand I get rid of it if Draco owns it."

"Lucius." Severus clamped his hand on his friend's shoulder. "You married a Slytherin woman. If you wanted to get away with that, you should have married a Gryffindor."

A look of horror crossed Lucius's face. "A Gryffindor..." He sat back in his chair and swirled the ice in his glass as he thought. After a short pause, he announced with a grin, "I bet they'd be adventurous in bed."

"Quite adventurous, I'm sure." Severus sent the bottle of scotch back to the liquor cabinet. If Lucius was debating the merits of shagging Gryffindors, he had to be drunk.

Lucius's shrewd eyes fixed on Severus. "You can buy a coney and give it to Draco."

Severus swirled the scotch in his glass and took a sip before replying. "Remember, you have a Slytherin wife. If she won't suspect it right away, she'll figure it out once you pay me back." He finished off his drink and set the glass aside. "Besides, while you and the others on the Board might not object to me owning a coney, I don't imagine they would take kindly to me purchasing coneys for my students."

"Not unless you bought one for each person on the Board," agreed Lucius. "Where is your coney, anyway?" He glanced around the room as if Harry would pop out any moment.

"I ordered him to behave as if he were human. If I let him, he'd never leave my side."

"You say that as if it were a bad thing," Lucius remarked, with a raised eyebrow.

"There is such a thing as too much sex," said Severus, knowing the liquor was loosening his tongue, but too inebriated to care about the consequences. "If I gave in every time Harry approached me, I'd never accomplish anything. I swear he would fellate me whilst I lectured if I allowed him to do so."

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "That is far too cruel, Severus. You are waving water before a man dying of thirst. Perhaps if I bought Narcissa her own coney first, for her birthday... or perhaps Mother's Day-"

"Mother's Day?"

"Yes, a gift from Draco-"

Severus stood up and plucked the tumbler off the table. "Enough, Lucius. Go home to your wife before you devise more inane plans that will land the both of us in trouble."

Lucius chuckled and stood. "Goodnight." At the door, he paused and asked, "Is it true they are insatiable?"

Severus smiled. "Goodnight, Lucius."
"Goodnight." Lucius disappeared out the door.

Harry returned shortly after Lucius had left. He smelled strongly of butterbeer and wore a flashing green button that said, 'Slytherin Pride.'

Later, as he rode Severus, Harry said, "I want to ride a broom. Will you take me on a broom ride?"

"A broom ride?" Severus asked, barely able to think as he watched Harry's well-toned body rise and fall, his reddened erection waving in the air as he fucked himself.

"I want to fly." Harry paused and leaned forward to capture Severus's mouth in a kiss. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Will you take me?"

"Yes, yes, I'll take you." Severus grabbed Harry's thighs and pistoned his hips hard. Harry's head snapped back, a low moan ripped from his throat. He thrust back eagerly, his fat cock thickening and his body clutching Severus's tightly as he neared orgasm.

Severus pulled Harry down toward him, wrapped his arms around his trim torso and rolled them both over. Letting out a gasp of surprise, Harry wrapped his limbs around Severus and whispered, "harder."

Severus obeyed, pounded into him, fucking him as hard as he could. Harry's nails dug into his back, tighter and tighter until he came with a loud cry, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and the shaking of his body driving Severus over the edge as well.

He kissed Harry's soft lips as he came. When he finished, he rolled off Harry and stared up at the ceiling of his den. "Next time, we wait until we reach the bedroom."

"Why wait, when you can do this?" asked Harry as he stroked a hand across the carpet, which had been transfigured into soft bedding. "If I had magic, I'd turn everything into a bed!"

Severus smiled at him. "There are more important things than sex."

Harry cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. He flipped over and straddled Severus's knees. Bending down so that his head rested just above Severus's groin, he asked, "Would you rather spend all day brewing or doing this?" He dipped down and flickered his tongue over the softening glans.

Severus reached down and pulled Harry up for a deep kiss. After he pulled away he said, "Right now, I'd rather sleep. To bed, incubus."

~

The next evening, after Severus had checked twice to make sure that all students were in their dorms, he took Harry out to the Quidditch pitch and set up wards to ensure they couldn’t be intruded upon or spotted. He put Harry in front of him on the broom and gripped the handle with both hands, enclosing Harry in a protective embrace.

"Hold on as tight as you can. If you fall off, you'll die." He felt confident enough on a broom to not believe his dire proclamation, but based upon how clumsy Harry could be, he didn't want to take any chances.

Harry wrapped his arms around Severus's, clutching the robes in his white fists. "I won't let go."

After casting a sticking charm to attach Harry to the broom, Severus lifted off the ground.

"Oh!" Harry's fingers tightened on Severus's arms.

"Scared?"

"No! Go higher!"

Severus took off like a canon, flying straight at one of the hoops. Harry laughed in delight as they barreled through a goal, nearly clipping the hoop. Severus raced around the pitch, trying to scare Harry, but the more dangerous the stunts were, the more the coney laughed and cheered. Realising that the only way he would be able to startle Harry would be to do stunts even he was nervous to attempt, he slowed to a near stop. Casting a warming spell to keep away the cold, Severus flew up until the air thinned out. Perching in the wide arc of heaven, he turned in a slow circle. The stars shimmered around them while lights glittered like fairy lights on a Christmas tree on the ground far below.

Harry gave a low gasp of wonder. For a moment, he sat still on the broom, hardly breathing while his head turned and his wide, bright eyes drank in the sight of the twinkling constellations; the patchwork quilt of landscapes and buildings transected by roads and carriage paths; and the kaleidoscope of colourful dancing lights from the underwater cities of the merpeople.

"What is that?" Harry shot out a hand towards the lake, moving so far that Severus wondered if his sticking charm had failed. Tightening his grip on the broom and Harry, he answered, "Those lights are from the merpeople's cities."

"There are mermaids in the lake?" Harry leaned forward as if he could stick his head underwater if he stretched his neck out far enough.

Severus pulled him back to safety."Yes."

Harry turned to look up at Severus with a brilliant smile. "I want to hear them sing. I've heard they have beautiful voices."

Severus tsked. "It's only beautiful if you listen to it underwater. Otherwise, the sound is quite discordant."

Never one to sit still for long, Harry twisted back around on the broom, pushing the limits of the sticking spell as he bent over the other side to peer down at Hogwarts. "Look at how tiny Hogwarts is!"

Each wiggle of Harry sent little shivers down Severus's spine. He clutched the coney tightly to him and said, "Hold still, you might fall off."

Harry pressed back against Severus's torso, his smaller body fitting snugly against the Potions Master's larger one. He tilted his head back and gazed up at Severus with a wide smile. "You'll catch me."

"Maybe," said Severus in a low voice. "But maybe not." He spun them both upside down, delighting in Harry's gasp of surprise as he zoomed towards the ground in spirals, slowing down only at the last second for a soft landing. When they reached the field, Severus removed the sticking charm and dismounted the broom. Harry jumped off and threw his arms around Severus, giving him a long, eager kiss as his hands shot towards Severus's groin. Severus caught the hands and pulled away. "Never outside of my rooms."

Harry frowned but gave up his attack. "Let's do that every night."

"It's far too risky." Snape shook his head. When Harry's face fell, he added, "But we will do it again."

Harry grinned. "Let's go back to your rooms so we can have sex."

They didn't make it back to Severus's rooms. When they passed by the entrance to the Room of Requirement, Harry pulled Severus inside. In the centre of the Room, which was littered with enough bottles and jars to last them both a lifetime, squatted a huge four-poster bed swathed in crimson sheets. Releasing Severus's hand, Harry dashed towards the bed. He didn't bother to look where he stepped as he ran and smacked his foot against a thick jar, tripping him into one of the bed posts. He bounced off the post, falling backwards onto the floor where he lay, his arms out, staring up at the ceiling.

Severus cleared the floor of lube as he strode over to Harry. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah...." Harry sat up and rubbed at the spot where his forehead had collided with the post. He glanced around. "All the lube is gone! What will we do?"

"I know of a mutual way in which we can satisfy each other." Severus stretched out a hand to Harry.

Harry accepted it with a smile, letting Severus pull him to his feet and lead him to the bed.

Normally Harry gave amazing head, but Severus soon discovered how quickly the coney became distracted with a mouth around his dick. After he had sucked and licked three orgasms out of Harry, he relaxed back against the bed and let Harry work his aching need to completion.

When they returned to Severus's quarters, Severus examined Harry's forehead in the bathroom. Other than a bruise about half the size of Harry's palm, the coney seemed fine. Based on how clumsy Harry could be, Severus had already gathered several healing potions and stored them in the bathroom cabinet. He couldn't have Harry visit Poppy, not while they were keeping his true nature a secret. Of the Hogwarts staff, Severus trusted Poppy the most after the Headmaster, but the Board had asked for discretion and the fewer people who knew, the better.

Summoning several potions, Severus laid them out on the counter in front of Harry. "This one," he said, lifting the large red bottle, "is a salve which will heal any minor injury."

He twisted open the jar and smeared some of the salve over the bruise with large strokes. "This," he picked up the small purple one, "eases pain. Take only a drop at a time and wait five minutes for it to work."

Harry stuck out his tongue and Severus administered the potion. "If your pain does not ease after five minutes, take another drop."

Closing the bottle and placing it down on the counter, he selected the last bottle. "This works on internal injuries. Since you struck your head, it would be best to take a sip of it in order to prevent brain damage." Severus measured out a small amount in the lid and gave it to Harry who swallowed it easily. "I have many of these and they are easy to make. I will leave them here for you to take should you injure yourself while I am in class. Of course, if the injury is severe or the pain sharp, you should fetch me immediately."

Harry nodded. "Yes, Professor." He closed the potions and placed them neatly in the drawer Severus had cleared for him to use. He turned back to Severus with a grin. "Now we have lube!"

Severus shook his head. Three orgasms and Harry still wanted more? Lucius had no idea what he was in for if he bought a coney. "Now we are going to bed. I must teach class in the morning." He turned and left the room to change into his nightclothes. Harry took his time preparing for bed and snuggled under the covers just as Severus started to fall asleep.

"Thank you for the broom ride, Professor," he whispered as he draped himself across Severus's chest. "If I was a wizard, I'd fly everyday."

Yawning, Severus stroked one of Harry's ears. "It's a good thing you aren't. I shudder at the thought of you playing Quidditch. At least being clumsy on the ground won't result in a free fall." He dropped his hand to Harry's back and drifted off to sleep.

Harry lay with his head on Severus's chest and did not fall asleep for a very long time.

[I have a lot of fun writing this fic and I was happy to get this second part ready for you. Please review, as always!]