Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: serpenscriptFrom: tjs_whatnotTitle:
The Seven PottersCharacters/Pairings:
prostitute!Snape, bottom!Snape, humiliation, fisting, double penetration, blow job, double blow job, angstOther Warnings/Content:
Noncon (forced prostitution), possible Weasleycest, crossgen, A/UWord Count:
Deemed “too cruel,” Azkaban is dismantled. Instead, Death Eaters are assigned sentences befitting their crimes. At first, Severus thinks his luck has changed. Forced to prostitution, at least he won’t have to worry about meeting anyone he knows; they are all too proper for that, or so he thinks. It’s going to be a LONG week. Author's Notes:
Recip--I don’t know who you are and I don’t know whether I love you or hate you for this prompt but I really hope you like it, and that it is even close to what you were looking for.
Word traveled fast.
It wasn’t really that surprising, Severus mused, as he skulked down the dark street on his way to his first night of serving his term. With the dismissal of Dementors as guards of Azkaban due to ruling of “Cruel and Inhumane,” the prison had proved insufficient as a punishment. The Ministry had become very creative in their forms of justice. He just never imagined there were that many degenerates and deviants in the Wizengamot.
Little twatty buggers.
The court’s idea of restitution was to force the Death Eaters to live in a world that in the court’s eye befitted their crimes. They were all herded into Knockturn Alley, made to wear strips of magic detection around their ankles that prevented them from leaving their designated area, punished them for breaking any rules and forced them to service the wizarding world in many undignified ways.
Severus actually considered himself rather luckier than most. He could have ended up like the Malfoys: Lucius as the Weasley’s House Boy down on his knees scrubbing the filth of decades of neglect around the hovel they called a home. He could be waiting tables at the posh “Hero’s Return” and have to take orders from every former student who decided to take their revenge on him by having him serve them and forced to be civil
like Draco. His skin crawled at the thought.
No, he thought, better to be forced to a life of prostitution where chances were, none of the people he least liked to see would condescend to show their faces.
But then again, when had luck ever
been on his side?
Severus walked into the tiny suite of rooms that would be where he would serve his jailors and instantly felt his magic shrink to almost nothing. Part of his anklets power was to turn him powerless, supple and pliant. He rushed to the corner and just barely got to the rubbish bin before depositing his last meal with a splash.
As he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, he again cursed the fact that he had somehow survived the war. How cruel that he was here while every one he fought for, every one who knew what his role had truly been, had died. Still, even if he wasn’t quite the criminal they all thought he was, he had to admit there were things in his life, things he’d done in his past that might warrant a bit of punishment.And here it is now,
he thought, as he heard a timid knock on the door.
“Come in,” he called in a voice he was disgusted to realize sounded silky. The next words out of his mouth was neither sulky nor dignified. “Fuck me,” he moaned.
“Really, Professor, not even a hello before you want me naked. Surely formalities must be observed.”
“Hello, Mr. Potter,” he growled.
“Sir,” Potter replied.
“Do come in,” Severus barely got out while forcing the bile from rising in his throat yet again.
Harry walked in. The confident skip in his step was new, but Severus reasoned, not all that surprising. He had, after all, almost single-handedly saved the whole entire wizarding world. Or, that’s what the papers said anyway.
“How did you know I was here?” Severus asked.
“Let’s just say I had a vested interest in what happened to you, that and access to all court proceedings was all that I needed.”
Severus opened his arms wide. “Well, then you know I can’t deny you anything. That I have to do what you order. Your dream come true.”
“I won’t lie. I have dreamed of this.”
“And where was I in this dream?” Severus asked, stepping closer. “Was I on my knees?” He fell to his knees.
“Among other things.”
Severus reached out and ran his fingers up the man’s thighs, massaging along the seam of the jeans up to his crotch before groping through his clothes. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. There would be serious ramifications if he were to throw up on a customer.
Potter didn’t seem to notice Severus’ discomfort. Severus felt him shiver and whimper.
Severus tried to get it over with; he pulled the man’s jeans and pants down and took his cock into his mouth before it was even fully erect. As he worked his lips down the shaft, he felt it engorge in his mouth.
The first moan came out in a straggled screech, as if it escaped against his will. But by the time Severus had worked the man’s cock in and out of his mouth a few times, his fingers were in Severus’ hair in loose fists. Severus had his hands on Potter’s hips steadying himself.
Peeking up to see what Potter looked like in this position, he saw his head tilted, as if thinking. What are the odds?
“Fascinating,” Potter mumbled.
Severus pulled away almost choking. “Fascinating? You’ve never...?”
“Recieved a blow job?” Severus answered.
“Oh,” Potter giggled. The sound of it made Severus’ hair stand up. “That. Oh yeah...sure...a lot.”
“Well, then what is it that you are finding fascinating?”
“Hmm?” Potter said, his eyes darted around. “Just this whole thing. You, there doing this...to me. I find it fascinating.”
“Should I continue? Or would you like me to find you a parchment and quill to take notes?” Severus said and then flinched. Part of his ankle tracker’s jobs was to sense when a prisoner had broken a rule and delve out adequate punishments. Insulting his clients was a definite breaking of the rule. The pain started at his temples and blurred his vision as it worked its way to his sinuses. It only lasted a moment and then was gone completely, so as not to upset the client by showing any signs that he was, in fact, a human being.
When he regained his vision, he saw Potter watching him, still with that creepy look of curiosity on his face.
“Are you okay, sir?” he asked.
“Does it matter? Forgive me. I will continue now, if that is alright with you.”
After another moment of studying Severus, Potter nodded.
Thankfully, it only took a few more sucking strokes before Severus swallowed down Potter’s come along with a fresh wave of bile. He stood up and turned away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He might be forced to do that, and he might be forced to do all sorts of other sordid things, but he did not
have to see his client’s smug look. Not unless they ordered him to look.
He didn’t, and Severus was relieved enough to sigh and turn again to Potter who was checking his watch. He squeaked and hurriedly pulled up his pants and trousers.
“Got to go. Thanks, sir.”
Severus didn’t even have time to respond. Truthfully, he didn’t know what part he would question first anyway: the thank you
or the sir.
The next night Severus prepared himself for the worst. He was not disappointed.
“Hello, Potter,” he said as he opened the door.
“Two nights in a row. How did I ever get so lucky?”
“Dunno. Must’ve lived right.”
Severus watched him walk in. Something was off. There was a lilt to his voice that he didn’t recognize and he stumbled a bit when he walked.
“Are you drunk?”
He shrugged off his leather jacket and turned to slump onto a chaise. “A little.”
Yes. There was definitely a lilt, almost a brogue in his voice. Apparently Potter turns Irish when he drinks? Well, Severus had heard of worse things to turn into while drunk.
Potter patted the space next to him, inviting Severus to sit next to him while he fished out a bottle. Severus did as he was directed and approached him. He sat as far as he could on the chaise and when he was handed the half empty bottle he took a swig. It burned going down and he coughed.
“You’re not a drinker?” Potter asked.
“Not really. I saw no purpose for it.”
“And you never did anything that didn’t have a purpose.”
Severus studied the man. He was different. Yes, definitely different than the boy he was, but also, different from he was just last night.
“Is that a question?” Severus asked.
“Not really. I don’t really care to be honest. Just making conversation.”
Potter shrugged and handed the bottle back to Severus to take another drink. It still burned going down but this time Severus was able to stop himself from coughing.
“You’re right. There’ll be time for chit-chat later. Take your clothes off,” Potter ordered.
Severus sighed and stood up. Dropping his robes, he revealed that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. What was the point?
he thought. It only prolonged the process and he couldn’t imagine anyone would want to watch him work the many, many buttons.
“Now what?” Severus asked. Potter seemed to have been struck dumb by the fact that Severus so easily complied and that he was so prepared.
“Um. Here,” he stood up. “Lie down here.”
Severus did what he was told. He lay down, his back against the chilled leather, his ass on the edge, his legs spread. Turning his head, he waited....And waited.
“Is there anything else you require of me, Mr. Potter?”
“What? Oh no. I’m good.”
Severus heard the slog of the bottle as his client took a long pull. He sighed and had to force himself from tapping his foot impatiently.
“Whenever you’re ready then.”
“You in a hurry to have me inside you?” Potter slurred, wedging himself in between Severus’ legs.
Potter lifted Severus’ knees and brought them to his chest. “You been waiting for this for years, haven’t you? I knew you were a sick fucker.”
Severus closed his eyes and willed himself to imagine he was somewhere else, doing something else. He tried to close himself off from feeling anything when a slicked finger slid into his hole. He tried not to hear the moan when another worked its way in too. The first one had been a shock that he got used to before it was even all the way in; the second one though had stretched him past his limit of alright and he bit down on his lower lip to stop the gasp in his throat.
“Sooooo tight,” Potter whispered through his teeth. “You ever been fucked?”
Severus tried to pretend he hadn’t heard the question, not wanting to answer, to give that away. But, he couldn’t refuse to answer. He wasn’t allowed. He shook his head.
Potter laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to actually fuck you.”
Severus looked at him, surprised. “No?”
“Nah. I just want to play a little. You want to play?”
Severus swallowed. A little bit terrified and a lot nauseous. He nodded.
Potter scissored his fingers in Severus’ ass and this time the gasp escaped his lips. The pain seared and then retreated as Potter slowly pulled them out and then back in again. There was something to the sensation that Severus fixated on so he wouldn’t have to think of the rest. He didn’t know which of them looked more shocked when Severus felt at the same time that Potter noticed; Severus was growing hard.
“You like that?” Potter asked as he twitched his fingers inside Severus, stretching him even further.
“Apparently,” Severus spat. If he had to answer the client, had to do what he was ordered, he would try to do it in a way that would allow him even a shred of his dignity. If possible.
Potter continued to slide his fingers around Severus’ ass, every once in a while flicking or caressing a place in Severus that made him shudder and almost moan. Just when Severus was getting used to the sensation, there was another finger and he found himself spreading his legs, grasping his knees to open himself wider. There was a fumbling and Severus looked to see Potter pulling his cock out. He began stroking it as he worked his fingers inside Severus sporadically, now repeatedly nudging Severus’ prostate.
The ache moved from Severus’ ass to his cock. It seemed to pulse with need. He would not
touch himself in front of this man. He would not
beg for the man to touch him.
He turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, willing this to end soon.
“Look at me,” Potter ordered in a pant. Severus did what he was told. He looked at Potter’s fist as it worked his own cock vigorously. There was something mesmerizing about it that relieved Severus’ mind a bit about the smooth fingers working themselves deeper inside him. He couldn’t even count the digits anymore; it felt like he was being fucked by the giant squid, tentacles everywhere, stroking everything.
As he felt a tightening in his stomach and an ache throughout him screaming for release, he tried to remember when he had magic, when he had a way to travel away from the pain and the humiliation in his life. Moments later, and it wasn’t his ejaculation coating his abdomen, it wasn’t his screech filling the silent room. It was Potter’s.
The moment he felt the hot, vicious liquid coat him, he looked into Potter’s eyes and something there completely unsettled him. There was something odd. The eyes he’d looked at so much to see the familiar green had a different tint to them.
He might have said something if Potter hadn’t pulled his trousers back up, arranged his robes discreetly and turned his back on Severus immediately after coming. He didn’t say anything, just bent over, picked up Severus’ discarded robe and tossed them behind him to land right beside Severus, who still lay with his knees clasped. Stunned.
The door closed behind Potter before Severus rolled himself off the chaise and ran to the bathroom. His cock ached to be touched, to be relieved of its heavy burden, but he knew from years of denying himself that the ache would rescind. The bile, however, would not be swallowed down this time.
Waiting for the heaves to dissipate, he wished for a calendar to mark down the days like he had back in his teaching days, a tick to cross off to sweet release, one term after term after term. The problem this time was there was no end. None that he could see.
“Ah, Potter. One might think you are getting a bit obsessed. What have I done to deserve this sort of devotion? Surely there are other prisoners you could take your appetites out on?”
“Don’t be immodest, Professor. No one deserves my attention more than you. Where else would I go when I want to learn new tricks?”
“And what new tricks are we going to learn tonight?”
Potter just stood there at the door and after a minute, Severus opened it wider and beckoned his customer in.
“Well, I suppose we should get this over with. Where would you like me tonight?”
Severus rolled his eyes. With this sort of idiocy it would be a real test to avoid opening his mouth and being punished. “Yes. Do you want me on my knees like the first night? Or spread out on the chaise like the night after?”
“Oh, yeah. Well. Why don’t we sit down at the table here and talk.”
“Talk? About what?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’d just like to know some things.”
“Aren’t there better ways to torture me, Mr. Potter?”
The boy smiled. “Maybe. Tonight I choose this way.”
“As you wish. Would you like some tea? I could make you something? Prepare you a meal.”
“It is part of my sentencing. I am to satisfy my customers every wish, desire or hunger. If you are hungry for food, I am to feed you. Thirsty, I am to quench.”
“So, because I am hungry for information, parched for answers, you will have to supply them?”
Severus swallowed. “That is my punishment.”
“Alright. Well then, yes, I’d like a cup of tea.”
“Fine, sit down.”
Potter sat in a rickety dining room chair at the little round table and watched Severus prepare the kettle in the tiny kitchenette. “I guess they don’t suspect you’ll be using that kitchen much for your client’s wishes?”
“No. Usually I imagine that most clients dispense with the need to be sociable with their whores. But, seeing as you’re my only client so far, perhaps I should request a meeting room too. Perhaps a therapist’s couch and writing desk.”
Potter laughed. Severus turned to study him. He doesn’t remember if he’s ever heard the boy laugh before. Granted, they hadn’t really had the sort of acquaintance that allowed for frivolity. It was an oddly carefree sort of laugh.
“I’m sure once word spreads, you’ll be seeing other Johns; that is what they’re called right?”
“I believe so, yes.”
Severus waited for the kettle to call to him that it was ready. The stove top’s heating apparatus was inadequate, but in the absence of magic, it did its job.
“Want some help, Professor?” Potter asked, flicking his wand. The water immediately sputtered to a boil, a few drops exploding out of the top and spraying Severus’ robes. “Sorry, sir!”
After Severus wiped the heated water from him so as not to burn himself, he noticed two things that were off. “How is it that you had so much trouble remembering to address me with titles while in school, but now, here in this room when I am neither a professor or your superior, you have no trouble?”
“What?” Potter said, sounding slightly scared. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess because I’m no longer a frightened and kowtowed student. I feel no need to rebel with little bits of disrespect?” he explained, but it was more like a question.
Severus studied him. “Perhaps. You used to have better control of your magic though.”
Potter blushed and pointed to the kettle. “Oh that? Clearly I wasn’t expecting it to be so close to ready on its own. Sometimes I still don’t know my own strength.”
“Hmmm. Yes, that makes sense,” Severus said, still feeling as if something wasn’t quite right. He busied himself with tea preparation, as he thought about the mystery of this erratic boy sitting at his table wishing to do nothing more than talk to him and mesh him with the boy who had his fist up his ass the night before.
There was a silence while Severus poured the tea. Once that was done and he was seated across from the boy, Potter began with the questioning. “If given the choice, would you prefer Azkaban and the Dementors over this incarceration?”
“Are you working for Prisoner Relations?”
“No, just wondering.”
“Well, it’s a hard question to answer, never having been subjected to the tortures of Dementors in full force. When I first was sentenced, I thought it would be easier. I didn’t realize all the limitations to this position.”
“Is being with me that
horrific for you?”
“That’s not a fair question.”
“There’s a difference between being with someone and being forced
to be with someone. You must realize that?”
Another silence as Severus watched Potter fidget with a napkin. It was a while before Potter continued. “Would it be better if I was someone else? Or does that not matter, as you would still be forced into it?”
“Being forced into prostitution is a punishment I thought I deserved for the roles I played in the Dark Lord’s rise, the Death Eaters continued ability to recruit and in Dumbledore’s death. Having my dignity stripped, my ability to speak my mind and my ability to put a stop to anything were parts of the punishment I hadn’t considered and are proving harder to manage. Having it be you is just one more form of torture that I hadn’t considered. But it all equals the same thing in the end.”
“No matter how cruel this does seem. I do still believe you deserve to be punished. I won’t feel sorry for you. I can’t. Watching the way you humiliated and belittled me and my peers, how you complied with and allowed torture while headmaster. I will never forgive that. Never think of you as a noble person worthy of my pity.”
“I would never want your pity, nor do I yearn for your forgiveness.”
“I wasn’t finished. Though I guess it really doesn’t matter.”
“Sorry. Please continue.”
“I just wanted to say. Though all those things I said are true, I still don’t think you deserve this. Punishment? Yes. But this?”
Severus swallowed. Remembering the last few days of pure hell, it was on the tip of his tongue to beg for some leniency, to have Potter say a few words for him to the Ministry. If there was anyone who could reason with them, it would be the boy before him. He would not beg though. He’d rather... well, there were many things he’d rather do. Would do.
“I appreciate that. Is that why you came tonight? To tell me that?”
“Well, mostly I wanted to know what made you such a horrible person. But now? Really, I don’t care anymore. You no longer have that hold on me.”
“These night of using me this way, seeing me humiliated has gotten you that peace?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just grew up a lot in the last year. Realized that hating you for being a miserable bastard wasn’t worth my time. Maybe that realization made me curious as to the why of you. But, I’ve played my part of victim and I’ve played my part as hero and now I just want to live. Just want to be happy. I learned when to let my curiosity go, finally.”
Severus sat amazed for a minute. “I must say Mr. Potter, I’d never thought of you being so ... well so eloquent.”
“I guess you could guess I’ve been working on this for a while?” Potter said with a blush then checked his watch. “Well, my time is up.”
“It is? But you’ve not...” Severus began.
“Had you?” Potter finished.
“Yes. Have you really only come to talk to me?”
Potter stood up. “Well, that, and this.” He bent over and took Severus face in his surprisingly soft hand to lift his chin. Then he touched his lip to Severus’, first tentative, pulling away to look into his eyes before kissing him again. Severus found himself almost instinctively pursing his lips and when a tongue slowly swiped his lip he found himself opening his lips and allowing its entrance into his mouth.
The kiss intensified, but Severus wasn’t paying attention, he was too preoccupied with the taste of Potter’s tongue. There was something familiar about it and when he realized what it was, all the pieces fit together.
“Polyjuice,” he said when Potter finally broke the kiss.
Whoever it was smiled. “Well done, Professor.”
“We don’t want you to know who we are. We don’t want this held over our heads, that we came to you.”More like you don’t want to have to look at yourselves in the mirror after you’ve used me. Weak, pathetic and perverted men, the lot of you.
Severus thought because he couldn’t say it. Even if this client had invited honesty. Severus still felt used. Maybe even more so than if the boy had violated him.
“Besides, some of the others wanted to know what it was like to have a cock.”
Severus looked up, stunned. “So I am to service all of Gryffindor house am I? Won’t Potter go bald with the amount of Polyjuice. Why him anyway? Special form of hell?”
“Truthfully? He lost a bet.”
Severus couldn't stop thinking of the kiss and the realization that he had been visited by more than one man. Maybe none of them had been Potter. That actually was the only thing that made sense in this whole thing. He was the last person Severus had ever imagined would come to him for the sort of things he had to give now. But, if not him, who?
He'd never imagined anyone close enough to Potter to make that sort of wager were capable of the sort of depravity he’d been exposed to. However, it was the one who had wanted nothing more than to talk to him and at the end had reached in for a tentative kiss that Severus was most curious about. None of the others had wanted that sort of intimacy from him and none of Potter's cronies struck Severus as the sort that would. Weasley? Granger? Longbottom? The idea of any of them made him laugh. It was too much to think about.
Yet, the next day when the knock on the door came, he wondered again who would be waiting for him in the familiar garb of Potter.
“Oh, this is just ridiculous,” he said, as the two men walked in, exact replicas of each other and of Potter.
“We heard that the jig was up on our clever disguise, so we figured--”
“Why not have a bit of fun--”
Severus groaned, hoping against hope that this wasn't who he imagined it was. Truly, what sort of people were
“What did you have in mind?” Severus asked, ushering them in. Best to get through swiftly had become his motto.
“Well, we'd both--”
“Like to do you--”
“At the same time.”
“Splendid. I can hardly wait,” Severus lied convincingly.
He walked to the bedroom and motioned for them to follow him. He saw them glance at each other nervously like they couldn't believe it was actually going to happen.
“Do you two do this sort of thing often?”
“No. We've never found a willing third.”
“I don't know if willing is the word I'd use; able will suffice,” Severus said.
He stood by the bed and removed his robe. “Tell me what to do.”
They looked at each other again. They obviously hadn't expected it to be this easy.
“Well, if I may. Why don't you two come here. You can't do anything with all those clothes on.”
“Right,” they said together.
They both walked toward him and he began to remove their clothes, one Potter and then the other. Not surprisingly, they looked exactly the same under their clothes.
“Firstly, we'll have to do something about that,” Severus said, pointing to their flaccid dicks.
Severus rolled his eyes. “Why don't you two get this started and I'll just be here waiting for when you are ready.”
“Started?” they both said.
“Merlin, how thick are you? Kiss each other. Or would you prefer me to stimulate you both?”
This was going to take all night. He came behind one of them and took his hands in his own, guiding them to stroke along the other man's arms, before pulling on the elbows so that they were standing chest to chest. Thankfully, they didn't need his help to tentatively lean into each other and slowly touch lips.
Severus circled so that he was standing beside both of them as they deepened their kisses, their tongues finding each other's mouths and opening themselves wider to swirl and suck, making wet slurping sounds.
Getting down on his knees, Severus nuzzled his head in between the two of them, so that their cocks rubbed against his cheeks. There was a gasp and a moan from above and he felt them engorge against his face.
“Keep kissing,” he ordered as he took both of them in his hand, rubbing them together as they moaned more. One of them reaching out for Severus’ head, as if urging him. Taking a deep breath, wetting his lips, he opened his jaw wide and took the tip of both of their cocks into his mouth. They turned slightly so that he could take them both in and still kiss each other hungrily. They both jerked their hips, and he opened as wide as he could, using his hand to stimulate the shaft.
“Gods,” they said, breaking their kiss.
Severus looked up. “Ready?”
They both nodded enthusiastically.
Standing up, Severus guided them to the bed. “How would you like this?” he asked, knowing it was pointless, they weren’t going to have a clue. Their blank looks confirmed this. “Must I do everything?” He pushed one of them down on the bed.
He really hoped he wasn’t going to have to hold their hands throughout the entire process. When did you become an expert of gang bangs?
he asked himself. Despite what the world must believe, Death Eaters didn’t spend their time engaged in orgies and sitting around diddling each other. Truth was, sex never really factored in Severus’ life and he had been perfectly content.
He lay Potter down on the bed and situated himself so that he was straddling him, and after lubing Potter’s cock with copious amounts of oil, he slid his ass down Potter’s cock. Potter moaned and grabbed tightly to Severus’ hips.
Severus bent forward, presenting his already filled ass to the other Potter. He felt the shift on the bed as the man got on his knees on the bed and with one hand on Severus’ back and the other one around his cock, he guided it beside the other Potter’s and pushed hard to fit it in Severus’ ass.
Severus cried out with pain mingled with something else and felt his own cock twitch. He ignored it as he concentrated on the sensation of the dual cocks, one deep inside as Severus ground up and down slowly, the other working its way deeper and deeper as Severus stretched around them both.
They both moaned and cursed in tandem and Severus marveled at how much they sounded the same and he tried to discern by voice alone if they were actually who he imagined they were. He really didn’t care anymore. He’d stopped being shocked by the depravity of his fellow wizard days ago. He would never be the same. His body would never be the same. More than leaving their imprint on him, they had marked him almost as much as the tattoo on his forearm. It seemed his whole life was about being fucked one way or the other and being branded one way or another.
He had detached so much from the moment he was in that he was shocked back in only when he felt them both shoot their wad into his ass at the same time. Of course they did. Is there nothing these two didn’t do together?
“Bloody brilliant,” they both said, as if proving Severus’ point.
“Thank you,” the one laying below Severus said, but Severus noticed that the man wasn’t looking at him at all. The other one leaned around Severus and kissed the other. They continued like this until Severus wiggled out of their grasp and left them to do whatever it was they wanted to do without him.
“Oh joy! It’s you again. Please, won’t you come in,” Severus said the next night as he opened the door. He had learned to master his sarcasm so that it wasn’t detected by the sensors quite so easily. That and the fact that his customers regarded him so little they didn’t perceive the insult at all, kept him pretty pain-free.
“Thank you, Professor.”
“Ah. Professor. Well I guess that tells me one thing. You’re not the real Potter.”
“A man’s not allowed to change? Allowed to grow up.”
“Perhaps. But it will help me out a great deal if I can pretend you are someone other than who you look like.”
Potter smiled. “Funny you should say that.”
He pulled out a vial and handed it to Severus. “Why don’t we both be someone else.”
“Who am I going to be?”
“Just drink. We’re wasting time. This only lasts for an hour you know.”
“You plan on it taking longer than that?”
“Not if I can help it. I’d like to keep you thinking I’m Harry.”
Severus held up the Polyjuice. “Cheers.”
It was just as disgusting as he remembered. And just as disconcerting when he felt his skin grow and shift. He looked down at himself and then up to the mirror on the door.
“Great. Just who I’ve always wanted to be.”
“You only wish you were as much of a man as Ron!” Potter said indignantly.
“Well, if you’re not
Potter, and I’m not sure I’m certain about that, then you have to be Ms. Granger. Is this one of your sick games? Surely you haven’t grown bored with each other already?”
“I’m not Hermione!”
Severus smiled. “Whatever you say, Potter.”
“It’s true. Hermione already had her turn.”
Severus stopped for a minute. She had? He would have to think of that later. Now he just shrugged. “It really doesn’t matter. You can be whoever you want and I’ll be Ron and we’ll just be Harry and Ron. I always thought those two were a little too
“No we weren’t! I mean, no they weren’t!”
Now Severus laughed. It felt good to laugh with this face.
“Just shut up.”
Severus instantly stopped.
“You can talk. Just... stop being you.”
“Of course. Forgive me though, I’m not sure how to be Mr. Weasley. I obviously didn’t spend as much time admiring him as whoever you are did. Please don’t be offended.”
“I understand. Maybe we should--”
“Get to it?”
Potter blushed, but nodded. Severus figured if there was ever a time where the client would want a bit of foreplay, it would be this time. There was a bit of romance needed, he sensed.
He walked toward Potter. “Do you imagine who would be the aggressor in this relationship?” He ran his fingertips up Potter’s arm. “Would Mr. Weasley take charge? Or would he stand aside and let Mr. Potter take the lead in this like everything else?”
Swallowing, Potter said, “I imagine it would depend. Sometimes, probably Harry would need someone to hold him and reassure him and other times he’d want to show Ron what he meant to him.”
“Which would you like to portray this time?” Severus asked, his fingers lightly feathering along Harry’s shoulder before circling his neck and pulling him slightly.
“Let me show you what you mean to me,” Potter said.
Severus took his cue. “As you wish, Harry.”
Harry took Severus’ robes in his fists and pulled Severus to him. The kiss was electrifying as Harry leaned his head, and opened his mouth, taking Ron’s tongue in his mouth and dancing his tongue along it.
Severus wasn’t sure if it was because he was using a different mouth, different teeth and tongue, or if because this Harry was different than the one the other night, but he found himself being pulled into the dream of being young and perhaps in lust with this boy next to him.
Later he would more than likely convince himself that it was the magic of his sentence to provide the client for the night they wanted, no matter what, that made him so willing to be walked to the bedroom by Harry.
Harry began to take off Ron’s robe and Ron did the same to Harry’s. They fumbled with each others’ underclothes while Harry sucked at Ron’s skin.
“Oh, Ron,” Harry moaned, reaching down and rubbing Severus’ cock. Only it wasn’t. Severus felt the differences and it helped tremendously to take himself out of the game and put Ron in.
“Oh, Harry. Show me what you want.”
Harry walked them to the bed and pushed lightly so that Ron fell onto the bed, taking Harry with him.
They continued kissing for a long time before Harry sat up, his erection resting on Ron’s stomach.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Ron asked.
Harry’s eyes were dancing as he nodded. He Accio’d a bottle of lube from his robe pocket.
Ron licked his plumped lips, biting on the bottom one as he watched Harry slather his cock with the lube.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Harry said, looking Ron in the eyes.
“Me too,” Ron answered, as he drew a sharp breath. Harry brought his cock to Ron’s hole and slowly pushed himself in.
“Ahhhhh,” Harry sighed. “Feels so good.”
“Mmmmhmmmm,” Ron agreed, wishing desperately that Harry would take his cock in his hand while he rode his ass. He wanted to feel what Harry was feeling.
Ron bit his lip to stop himself from begging to be touched. It was better just to focus on the assault on his ass. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. It must have been because of the nights of preparation the past week, or maybe, because he had Ron’s ass. He wondered if Ron and Harry ever did this?
He looked at Harry and his look of exaltation and joy and reasoned that they probably hadn’t. If so, why would Harry go through all of this just to see what it was like? He knew it was Harry. There were many ways to tell, but the most glaring was that when they had kissed, Severus hadn’t tasted Polyjuice in Harry’s mouth.
He would think about all of this later, right now he was rather enjoying being someone else. Someone who was enjoying this, someone who was wanted.
“Harder, Harry,” he urged.
Harry obliged, grabbing Ron’s thighs and using them for friction and to pull against as he slammed in and out of Ron’s ass over and over.
Harry had his eyes closed before Ron took his own cock in his hand and began stroking. He knew Harry wouldn’t last too much longer and he wanted to feel what it was like to come with him. Despite himself, he was rather impressed with the size and girth of Ron’s cock as he clutched it and began stroking. He had denied himself for so long that this felt delicious, almost decadent.
“Oh, Ron, I’m going to come soon!”
“Hold on. I want to come with you,” Ron begged.
“Huh...huh...huh...” Harry panted as he pumped along, matching Ron’s speed. “Hurrrrrrry.”
Ron felt his stomach tighten right before Harry stopped his thrusting, his cock buried deep into Ron’s ass, he was shaking and Ron felt his ejaculation in bursts as his own come squirted onto his abdomen.
They just started at each other for a moment. Then Harry’s peaceful and satisfied face froze and he jumped up.
Ron sat up abruptly, but when he was upright, it was Severus’ long hair that fell in his face.
Harry backed up terrified, as if he had forgotten where he was and who he was really with. Severus couldn’t blame him; he had almost forgotten himself. He braced himself, waiting for anything from Harry. But he just backed away, picking up his garments as he got to them until he was at the bedroom door. Then he shut it. Severus heard him fumbling with his clothes on the other side of the door and then he heard the door open and close.
The next night was his first night off since being sentenced. He walked around the part of Diagon Alley regulated to the incarceration and supposed rehabilitation of prisoners. It was oddly quiet. He supposed it was because everyone was busy working off their debt or were exhausted. He was. He was also hungry and had a strong desire to get out of the place that haunted and sucked the soul out of him more than he’d ever imagine Dementors would. In the past week he had seen what becomes of heroes with too much power and free will and it sickened him more then any of those things that he’d been forced to do under Voldemort’s orders and Dumbledore’s requests.
The restaurant placed him in the smallest table next to the kitchen and wouldn’t serve him even a glass of wine with his meal. They said he was lucky they’d been forced to serve him at all. He was just about to grumble something when the chair across from him slid out and someone joined him uninvited. Severus looked up and groaned.
“Potter. Please, just one night...I just want one night free of you, whoever you are this time. I know I’m a horrible person and bad things should happen to me repeatedly, and they should all look like you, but just one night.”
Potter raised his hands as if to give up, but he didn’t get up, didn’t leave.
“I want nothing from you, I promise. In fact, I want to do something for you.”
“No thanks. I’ve had quite enough of what you have to give. It’s my night off.”
He might have continued, Potter might have said something, but just then the wait staff noticed Severus’ guest and all rushed to serve.
“Mr. Potter, how good to see you. Wouldn’t you prefer a better seat? We have one up in front, away from the clatter and crash.”
“No, that’s fine. I’ll just have what he’s having and maybe a bottle of wine. Would you like to share a bottle with me, Severus?”
The waiter looked dumbfounded and nervous, the owner laughed nervously and Severus smiled. “Yes, I would enjoy a glass of wine, thank you.”
“Of course. We’ll be back with our best. On the house of course.”
Potter didn’t even bother to protest. When they left he leaned in. “Don’t worry. I will pay for our dinner. As much as you might not believe it, I really don’t enjoy attention being paid to me.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“I told you I don’t expect you to believe me.”
“Well, if you really don’t want the attention, why come in Potter’s body? You could be anyone. Obviously, you all have an unlimited supply of Polyjuice.”
Potter shrugged. “If we were using him to be degenerates, I figured the least I could do is to let him be the one who ends this for you.”
“End this?” Severus whispered, not wanting to believe; it only hurt when it was proved false. He had learned that repeatedly.
The owner came back with two glasses and a bottle. He made a big production of pouring a spot of wine, passing it to Potter--not Severus--who obliged by twirling it and tasting it. “Yes, this will do.”
Bowing repeatedly, the man filled both glasses and backed away, promising their dinners would be there shortly. When he had finally left, Severus looked at Potter with a raised eyebrow, refusing to ask for clarifications.
“After dinner, we have an appointment with the Wizengamot.”
“We...we...what?” Severus couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“I can’t guarantee anything, and you might have to switch your sentence to something else maybe just as demeaning, but I don’t want you doing this anymore.”
“Want me all to yourself?” Severus asked, refusing to get his hopes up.
“No. I won’t be bothering you anymore. None of the Potters will. I promise you that.”
The food arrived, much sooner than Severus imagined it would have arrived for him alone. He watched Potter unroll his cutlery from his napkin, daintily placing the cloth on his knee as Severus did the same. They ate in silence for a long while. Severus not wanting to press the question, Potter seeming to just enjoy the dark table, the food and the wine.
“Aren’t you worried that the Polyjuice will wear off?” Severus asked, once he realized they had been there for a long time.
Potter smiled and padded his robe pocket. “Unlimited supply, remember? Besides. I’m not overly ashamed to be sitting here with you and I won’t be doing anything tonight that I wouldn’t want you to know was me.”
“So why the disguise again?”
Potter shrugged again. “It’s easier. You’ve gotten used to dealing with this face. If I were myself, then we’d have to deal with our baggage and your preconceived notions of me, and really? I’d just rather enjoy this meal.”
Severus racked his brain. “Fair enough. Just to be clear though, you are the Potter who came to my room and just talked to me, right? The one who took nothing but a kiss?”
Potter blushed. “Yes, that was me.”
“So, this appointment we have? Are they expecting Potter or whoever you are?”
“It doesn’t really matter. They’ll listen to either of us.”
Severus thought some more. He really should have paid more attention to those who’d be close enough friends with Potter to have the sort of access needed for Polyjuice. The man seemed to know what Severus was doing.
“You figured it out yet?”
Potter laughed, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin and placing it on the empty plate. “Well, that’s not really all that surprising. You never really thought too much of me. Probably never figured I’d grow up to be a man people would listen to, respect.”
Severus swallowed. That didn’t really narrow it down that much, he was rather ashamed to admit. Still, there weren’t that many of his former students who would care about what Severus thought of him. He knew that, and clearly, this man did.
Potter shooed away the apology. “It’s okay. In fact, some might argue that your treatment of me helped make me what I am. Overcoming the trauma of you made me a better man.”
Severus smiled despite himself. “Well, it was the least I could do.”
Potter stood up and reached for his wallet. Dropping some gold coins on the table he asked, “Shall we?”
Severus stood up and followed him out of the restaurant.
“You never answered my question,” Severus said once they were out on the cobbled street.
“Why are you doing this? Why do you care? Surely you don’t think I’ve repaid my debt to society?”
Potter stopped and took Severus’ arm. Severus fought the instinct to pull away violently. It was his night off, no one got to touch him unless he’d allowed it. He must have not hid his reaction as well as he could have; Potter let go. “Sorry. I’m going to have to hold you. We need to Apparate and you have that magic depletion anklet. I’ll answer your questions once we get there.”
Severus nodded and gave Potter his arm. The hand that took his arm was meatier then it had been before. Severus prepared himself for who would be holding him on the other side of this Apparation.
They landed with a lurch in the hallway outside one of the smaller courtrooms. Potter, who was taller now and whose chest and shoulders were broadening as he spoke asked, “So, what did you want to know again?”
Severus watched the transformation. “Mr. Longbottom, I should have known.”
Neville smiled and pulled out the flask of Polyjuice. “Oops. I guess I forgot the time.”
He uncorked the bottle but Severus stopped him by placing a hand on his arm. “Don’t.”
“Don’t you think that Potter has gotten to play the hero enough?”
Neville laughed. “But he’s so good at it.”
Severus smiled too and reached for the door. Ready to once again face his judge and jury. Neville took his arm once more to stop him.
“Wait. I need to answer your question. Partly I’m doing this for you. I am a strong believer that punishment should fit the crime. You might be guilty of some horrific things; your punishment doesn’t fit. Not for you. Mostly though? I’m doing it for my friends and for a world I want to live in. I’ve watched and heard what has been going on, what people that I served with, fought with and respect dearly have turned into. They disregarded all that we tried to do, what so many of us lost so much to accomplish. The world was supposed to be better. I am ashamed of what we became this last week.”
Severus blinked against a odd sting in the back of his eyes. He nodded solemnly but found he was unable to speak.
He’d served many masters and had sat at the feet of many wise and powerful men, waiting for them to bestow on him truths on how to live that even slightly mirrored Severus’ own beliefs. It had never happened. Yet here, in the halls of justice, he had finally found his reprieve in the most unlikely of people. No, that wasn’t right. He found that, thinking about it, he wasn’t really that surprised that it would be Neville who could see the world a little bit how Severus saw it himself and want to make it better in the ways that Severus never could.
There was an awkward silence as Severus found himself remaining painfully speechless. This time Neville reached for the door and this time it was Severus who held his arm to stop him.
“Wait. I need to say something too. Sadly, I fear I might not be as eloquent, but then, I haven’t had as long to prepare a soliloquy. No matter what happens in there or where they send me. I want you to know how much I appreciate what you did for me. More importantly, I want to say how proud I am of the man you turned out to be...” he swallowed, feeling ridiculously out of his element. “I know I have very little to do with it, but for even the smallest part I played. I’m honored.”
This time it was Neville who seemed to be speechless. He bowed his head and turned the knob, pulling on the door. “Ready?”
Severus nodded. For the first time in a long time, he really was ready for the future.