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Severus & Harry (Part 2), for isidore13
Title: Severus & Harry (Part 2)
Author: senjy
Giftee: isidore13!
Word Count: 15,000 approx.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Warnings: AU, underage sex (adult/17 year old), coerced sex, prostitution, references to child abuse (not of main character)
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, and some of the premise belongs to Fumi Yoshinaga. This is all for fun and no profit.
Summary: When Lord Snape makes his monthly visit to a brothel, he has no idea that the unwilling whore he meets will soon become so much more.
Notes: I did set it in 1846, but I must admit to being no historical novelist. I am sorry if there is not enough period detail for you, but I did the best I could. As mentioned in the disclaimer, pieces of the plot were inspired by a wonderful yaoi manga by Fumi Yoshinaga called 'Gerard & Jacques'.

Part One



The days passed peaceably, except for the regular eruptions of Lord Snape's temper at William and Harry for their minor mistakes. William began to haunt the study after lunch, finding playing on his own boring. Thankfully he was content to curl up in a large chair and flick through the pictures of whatever book Harry swiftly fetched him in an attempt to settle the boy and so prevent Severus from getting irritated at them.

Harry spent the couple of hours after dinner and before he went to bed in the library, pulling random books off the shelf and chasing after knowledge. At first he thought that he was a poor student of the kinds of things that interested Severus. However, as he worked his way through the shelves he found novels that entertained him and some books of philosophy which, while hard going, gave him much to think about. He was surprised when he picked up one of Severus' zoological books one day and found that much of its content could be considered philosophy. Through this he began to appreciate Severus' interests more and discovered that he wasn't such a bad student once the spark of genuine interest was there.

He was exploring the furthest corner of the library one evening when he stumbled across a collection of books that troubled him. Flicking through one he was shocked to realise that it was a novel all about sex, and not just normal sex. His eyes widened and his cheeks burned as his eyes flew over the print. He had never heard of such things before, and he shook slightly as he shoved the book back onto the shelf. He was very glad that it had been Severus who had been his one and only customer, and not somebody like the men in the book.

Still, the book was part of Severus' collection, and Harry's thoughts were troubled when he went to bed. His sleep was disturbed by nightmares, and when he woke with a jerk in the morning, his nightshirt was sticking to his thighs.

---

Severus sat on the library's window seat, watching Harry and William running about outside. His forehead was creased with troubled lines and one of his long fingers traced his bottom lip over and over. He was thinking about Harry and whether he really was the monster the boy had accused him of being.

As he watched them play, he thought that while Harry was dressed like a man, he was really just a boy inside. A boy he had taken advantage of.

He had thought himself so moral when he had rescued William from Slughorn's. Why had he not done the same for Harry? It had been clear that Harry had been reluctant. While he had waited for the boy to react to him, to participate in and consent to what they were doing, it had been coerced. Harry hadn't really had a choice but to give in, no matter how much he had seemed to enjoy it.

Severus wanted to believe that his only crime had been lust, that he had merely wanted the boy too much. However, he worried that the boy's reaction to him and the defiantly proud way he had stated he was a Potter had been the real reason behind his seduction. He had hated Potter when he had known him - had his real motivation been the corruption of an old enemy's son? He hoped not, and he hoped that his subsequent actions absolved him from his crime. He had given the boy a home and a job, after all, and he had not allowed himself to indulge in the fantasies that haunted his dreams.

Deciding to leave Harry to play with William a little while longer, and determining to take a book with him to his private chambers, he went in search of the sort of volume that suited his mood. He was surprised when he reached the shelves in question to find that the books were out of order, normally a sure sign that Harry had been reading something.

He tapped his lips with his fingers thoughtfully. Changing his mind, he left the books untouched and went back to his study.

---

It was dark when Severus returned to the library. He crept on quiet feet and was not surprised, when he pushed opened the well oiled door, to see the glimmer of lamp light. Somebody was at the back of the library.

He stepped forward on his toes, not wanting the clip of his shoe heels to give him away. He rounded the last of the central units he had installed as his collection had grown, and smiled evilly at the sight that greeted him.

Harry was lying on his back, a book was held up in front of his face and his head and shoulders were propped up on pillows he had dragged from the window seat. His knees were bent and splayed, bare feet flat on the wooden floor. His long shirt was un-tucked and his collar open. His trouser fly was open and grasped in his right hand was the pretty pink prick Severus remembered from their night together.

"What's this?" Severus asked, unable to resist. "A little light reading, Potter?"

The boy's start made him laugh, and he didn’t stop laughing as Harry scrabbled to tuck himself out of sight, all the while apologising. When the boy had got to his feet Severus smirked back at an angry green glare.

"You knew!" the boy exclaimed. "You knew and you deliberately came to catch me!"

"Oh, I knew that you were reading them, but I had no idea just how much you have been... enjoying them."

Harry made to run past him and he caught the boy by the arm, dragging him back. He was about to tease Harry further when he was shocked out of his intentions by the tears glistening on the boy's cheeks.

"Let go!"

"Why are you so upset?

"You deliberately tried to catch me," Harry snapped in reply, trying to yank away.

"How was I to know that you were doing more than reading in here?" Severus countered sharply. "Or perhaps you are crying because you got caught out doing something you shouldn't. What if it had been Weasley checking the doors?"

"I wait until he's gone to bed," Harry whined, still trying to tug his arm free. Severus gripped it tighter and Harry gasped. "I'm sorry," the boy whimpered. "I'll go in morning. I'm so, so sorry."

"Go? Go where?" Severus demanded, but Harry didn't reply.

When he finally realised what Harry was thinking, he released him in surprise. Harry was sobbing openly now and as though his arms were being controlled by another person, they reached out and pulled Harry against him, folding the boy into a tight embrace. His lips found the top of Harry's head. "Stupid, foolish boy," he murmured. "I am not going to send you away for something as silly as this."

He was further surprised when skinny arms slipped about his waist and hugged him tightly. He allowed Harry a few moments, and then gently drew away. "I think you should go to bed. Forget about this. Take the books to your room if you wish."

Harry hesitated. "S- Severus? Do you... Do you like these books? The things described in them?"

Severus frowned down at Harry's damp face, uncertain of why the boy should ask him that in this situation. "I find them exciting," he said, truthfully. "Whether I would want to carry out any of the acts myself is a matter I have not seriously considered."

Harry seemed to consider this. Then he gave a brief nod and hurried away. It was only when he heard the library door close behind Harry that Severus realised the boy had called him by his given name. He unexpectedly found that he liked hearing it on Harry's lips.

---

Harry lay on his bed in the dark. He hadn't taken any of the books from Severus' collection, even though they had been offered to him. Instead, he closed his eyes and thought of the hug Severus had given him, of the press of his lips against his hair. He tried to remember the comforting scent of him; it had reminded him of the way Severus had held him after they had lain together. He had fallen asleep in Severus' strong arms and he had missed them when he had woken up the next morning with nothing left of Severus at all but the money left in his fist and the yearning ache in his body.

Biting his lip, Harry reached down and touched his penis. His erection had disappeared when Severus had taken him by surprise, but it returned now as he remembered how Severus had taken charge of his body that night. He had been helpless to respond. He stroked himself as he remembered how his body had betrayed him, how he had been unable to resist giving in to Severus' demands.

His movements sped up, and the fingers of his free hand slipped down to tease at his entrance as he remembered how he had been breached and taken.

"Severus!" The name escaped him before he could capture it and he was coming all over his fist. He lay panting in the darkness.

Severus had told him that William had thought he would be sent away if he didn't warm Severus' bed. Harry wondered if he would be sent away for wanting to.

---

November became early December and Harry and Severus didn't speak of what had happened in the library. The books were put back on their shelves and not touched again by either of them. Sometimes Harry would pass near them on his errands and he would flush with remembered embarrassment, and with disgust at himself for feeling disappointed that Severus had not taken his wanton behaviour as an invitation.

A week before Christmas, Harry decided on an absent whim to write to his aunt. She was his mother's sister after all, and although he doubted it, she might have worried about him in the months since Uncle Dursley had taken him to Slughorn's. He didn't tell her much. Only that he was safe and happy and currently staying in Suffolk.

He was shocked when three days later a reply reached him, especially as the letter was not from his aunt. He sat staring down at it, unable to react – how was he supposed to react?

"Something the matter, Harry?"

Harry looked up and met Severus' curious gaze. "I – Here." He offered the letter to Severus and watched the man carefully as he read the letter which had apparently been sent by Harry's godfather. As Severus' brows pinched together, Harry chewed nervously on his lip.

"Had you previously known of Baron Black's existence?" Severus asked him, handing him back his letter.

Harry shook his head. "No."

"Well, it is obvious that you should meet with the man. If what he is saying is true, then you will finally be able to take your place in society, Harry."

"Yes, but – "

"But what?" Severus snapped, getting abruptly to his feet. "The man is offering to adopt you. If he is genuine then there are no 'buts'. You will take up his offer. Write back that you will meet him at The Crown in two days' time. I have some things to take care of this morning. I will see you at dinner."

Harry watched the door close behind Severus and sat staring at the wood for a full ten minutes before he was finally able to rouse himself to write his reply.

---

Harry was shaking from his nerves when he stepped down from the carriage and haltingly made his way into The Crown. His godfather had written back saying that he would be pleased to received Harry on the appointed evening and that a private parlour would be reserved for them. He had no idea what Baron Black would be like. Apparently his godfather had been in the Americas all this time, and had been disturbed upon his return to England to find that his godson was not where he had expected him to be. He had been searching for Harry since the beginning of November.

Harry was shown into the parlour by the landlord, who he recognised from times when he had accompanied Severus into the town. The man already comfortably settled in the parlour, Harry didn't recognise at all.

Baron Black was an incredibly handsome man, with skin tanned from the sun, making his grey eyes seem much lighter by the contrast. His black hair was unfashionably long, though much thicker than Severus' was. He looked like a great adventurer in his bright vest and large coat.

"Harry, is that really you? Good God!" the man exclaimed. "The last time I saw you, you were still in your christening dress."

"So you are my godfather?"

"Yes! Yes. Curse that wretched aunt and uncle of yours for not telling you about me. I always had every intention of claiming you once I returned. It is my fault that I allowed my travels to delay me so." Baron Black's smile faltered a little, and then returned full beam as he lifted his gaze from the fireplace. "But I am here now, Harry, and I mean to put everything right!"

---

Harry was late in returning to the house and all were in bed when he let himself in and crept up to his room. He lay on his bed for many hours, unable to sleep and thinking over all the things that his godfather had told him. Sirius had understood that this was all a shock and had told Harry that he wouldn't hurry him into things. It would take a while for them to get used to one another, and adoption was a big step, although Sirius had apparently already made him his heir. It was starting for dawn when he finally gave into his exhaustion and slept.

Breakfast was unpleasant. Severus appeared to be in a devil of a mood and William had picked up on the fretful atmosphere and was inclined to whine. This didn’t do Severus' temper any good and both William and Harry were ordered to leave his presence. Harry picked up the day's correspondence and took it and William into the library, settling his young friend with a book to look at while he went about his morning tasks.

When he was forced to go to the study to give Severus the important missives and to fetch the estate ledger he had been working on, he was given a blistering put-down for daring to disturb Severus while he was working. Harry ignored the outburst, dropped the letters on the desk in front of him and quietly took up the ledger. He shut the door carefully behind him.

William had wandered off when he walked back into the library and so he was alone when Severus suddenly stormed in behind him and roughly spun him around. Lips angrily collided with his own and his heart leapt in his chest, but the embrace was as swift as it was fierce and he was quickly set away from Severus again and held at arm's length. He stared at Severus, worried by the anger in the man's gaze and his laboured breath. Harry wanted to say something to make things better, but he didn't know what and so stood there gaping as Severus' fingers pinched the skin of his shoulders.

Finally Severus made a noise of disgust and shoved Harry back. "Goodbye, Harry," he grated, and swiftly marched back out of the library. Harry stared after him for a few moments, then looked down at the ledger still grasped in his hands.

What should I do?

---

Severus slowly trod the stairs up to his room. He was exhausted both physically and emotionally. After abandoning Harry in the library he had taken Salazar out for a ride that turned into a race across half the county. He had been furious and had turned to the physical exertion of the ride for an outlet. Fortunately, Salazar had been chomping at the bit for such an expedition and had carried him out of his anger and into the quieter acceptance that now hung heavily next to his heart.

Had he known that Harry would become this important to him he would never have given the boy that money. He had given Harry the means to buy his freedom, and that included the freedom to leave Severus now that his godfather had offered him a home. It was a small comfort to think that at least he had behaved properly in the time that the boy had been in his care. He had in some ways atoned for the sin he had committed when they had first met.

He pushed open his door and was surprised by the candlelight that greeted him - Lockhart knew better than to wait up.

Coming further into the room he his gaze was immediately drawn to the bed, and his breath caught in his throat. Lying back against his pillows was Harry, clad only in a night shirt. His black hair was an attractively tousled mess and his green eyes glittered.

Severus dropped his coat onto the floor and approached the side of the bed.

"Don't send me away," Harry said.

Severus frowned, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Do you not like your godfather?" he asked, concerned.

Harry shook his head. "I like him, but I want to stay with you."

"Of course you can stay with me if you prefer. You do not have to offer yourself to me for that. You're as bad as William."

Severus looked at the floor, the drapes covering the window, anywhere but at Harry, who was reminding him too much of the night he had taken what he wanted, and was sorely tempting him to repeat the exercise.

"But I'm different from William," Harry responded. "I'm older."

"That's no reason!" Severus snapped. He dropped his head into his hands. "That's no reason for me to take advantage of you. I was wrong to take you that night. It’s nothing to do with your age. You didn't want me and I made you - "

"You made me want it, want you. That's the other reason I am different from William. He didn't want to be in your bed, but thought he should. I want to be here, Severus. I – I want you to want me. B- but if you don't, I – I understand."

Harry's stammer became more pronounced and Severus could imagine the way his green eyes would be shining with un-spilt tears. Turning abruptly, he shouted at the boy, "Of course I want you. Damn you!"

Just as he had thought, Harry was on the verge of crying, but when the tears spilled forth they rolled over a smile. "Then don't send me away," Harry told him, laughing slightly. "I want to stay here in this house, in this bed. Let me. Please."

"You should let your godfather adopt you," Severus growled, but he twisted on the bed so that he was nearer to Harry, riding boots still on the floor.

Harry shook his head. "I should help you take your boots off," he said cheekily, and scrambled off the bed, making Severus stare at the flash of thigh he was given.

"Then hurry up about it," Severus demanded, holding his left foot up.

Harry strained and laughed as he tugged first one boot and then another from Severus' feet. He yelped when Severus grabbed him and dragged him onto the bed. Severus smiled against the boy's neck, relishing the warm scent of Harry's skin and hair. The scent had near driven him mad over the past months as he'd fantasized about being so intimately close to it again.

"Oh, don't," Harry moaned beneath him, and he sharply jerked his head back to look at the boy's face. Harry's eyes were closed and his face relaxed. "Don't tease me," he whispered. "I've been waiting so long – "

His words were cut off, swallowed by Severus' demanding kiss. Severus had no intention of teasing the boy. He struggled with his clothing, desperate to be naked and skin on skin with Harry again, to feel the boy's body trembling against his own, this time with desire alone and none of the fear that had hung over their previous encounter.

Harry helped him take off his shirt and then it was only Harry's nightshirt that remained between them. Biting coquettishly on his smile, Harry slowly drew the garment up his legs till it only just covered his genitals. Then, rather than pulling it off as Severus dearly wanted, the boy shrugged his shoulders together, making the baggy garment fall down his body so it was pooled about his hips. He grinned at Severus, obviously pleased with his trick. Severus growled at him and shoved him down.

The pink nipples were as sensitive as he remembered and Harry begged again and again for him not to tease, but Severus was bent on revenge and would make the boy regret ever thinking he could toy with him. He smiled down at the tented fabric covering Harry's erection and continued to ignore it until Harry lost his patience and shoved the garment down, kicking it free of his legs and grasping at his rigid cock. Severus cruelly knocked his hands away and pinned them either side of Harry's head.

"How much do you want me to touch you?" Severus demanded.

"More than anything!" Harry whined in response. "Please!"

"Good boy," Severus murmured, and he leaned down to kiss Harry's lips, which were already lusciously red and swollen from their previous kisses. "You are the best surprise I ever had in my life," Severus muttered as he transferred his kisses to Harry's collar bones, chest, nipples, stomach and finally, finally the tip of Harry's cock. The boy shuddered and true to Severus' suspicions, it only took one descent of his lips and tongue to bring Harry to climax.

Severus made sure that Harry was completely clean before he stopped licking at the softened cock and crawled his way back up Harry's body. The boy was in a swoon and Severus gently brushed the sweaty hair back from his forehead.

"I'll never send you away," he promised. He was shocked when Harry immediately opened his eyes and stared at him. Then those eyelids fluttered shut again and Harry undulated like a satisfied cat against the mattress. Kiss-darkened lips whispered back to him, "I'll never leave you."

"You may live to regret those words," Severus warned him.

Harry shook his head. "Only if you never get round to actually sticking it in."

"Like that, is it?" Harry yelped when Severus bit the fold of his armpit.

By the time Severus did penetrate him, Harry was once more begging for it. Severus grunted indelicately as he thrust his way inside and he had to keep reminding himself that this was only Harry's second time. It was a very smug part of his brain that added that both times had been with him, and both times Harry had been babbling nonsense. Only this time the word more often than not pouring from Harry's lips was Severus' name.

Harry's arms clung desperately to Severus' shoulders as Severus thrust inside him, and Severus never wanted it to end. Unfortunately his stamina was not so impressive and he was overtaken by his climax. He lay slumped over Harry's body in a daze, his only anchor the pressure of Harry's heels on the back of his thighs and Harry's hands on his shoulders. Harry's cries had gone silent.

Tiredly propping himself up on his elbows, Severus jerked his hips forward, then again, and again. He could feel himself hardening inside Harry, and he built up a secondary momentum, each thrust increasing the tight pressure on his thighs and back. Harry's fingers curled and his nails bit into Severus' skin; the heels climbed Severus' legs until they were digging demandingly into his buttocks. He knew that he was going to come again, and then suddenly Harry jack-knifed beneath him and let out a scream that Severus was sure would wake the household. Severus didn't care because he was too busy coming, emptying himself in Harry for a second exhausting time.

He barely had enough energy to pull out and roll onto his side, and Harry's movements were equally sluggish as he settled his body against Severus' fierce warmth. Outside the snow drove against the window.

---

William woke early on Christmas Day. While Severus had binned all the penny-post

Christmas Cards they had received and didn't adhere to any silly German customs involving trees, the boy was hopeful of a present.

He had already received one from the Weasleys the previous day. Molly was going to have a baby, and she had said that it would be his little brother or sister. He was allowed to name the baby, and he had already decided that if it was a boy he would name it Charles.

He thundered down the corridor that separated his room from Severus', uncaring of the potential scolding he might receive. If Molly was giving him such a great present, he felt sure that he would be getting something amazing from Severus. He grabbed at the door's handle and yanked it open. With a cheerful yell he jumped up onto the bed, and promptly fell over in surprise.

Severus wasn't alone. William stared at the way Severus was curled around Harry. The covers were drawn up to their chins, but it was obvious that Severus was holding Harry against him, and Harry's head was tucked under his chin. They had both been sleeping, but Severus' eyes had begun to open in response to William's intrusion.

William blinked and he felt moisture on his cheeks, though he didn't think that he was crying. He wasn't sad, he was angry, and he launched himself at Severus, hitting out wildly.

"Wha- ?"

"Don't hurt Harry!" William screamed, fists flailing, his voice cracking in his distress. "You didn't have to! I would have done! Why did you hurt him?"

"William!" Severus snapped, in the way that normally would have stopped William like a dog to heel, but the boy didn't care what Severus said. He wrapped his skinny arms around Severus' neck and tried to pull him away from Harry's body.

Harry sat up with a start, pleading. "William, stop! He didn't hurt me. Please, William, listen."

William let Harry drag him away from Severus and he sobbed against his friend's shoulder. He knew that he shouldn't be crying, that he should be trying to protect Harry from being hurt again, but he wasn't able to stop.

"Hush, William," Harry whispered by his ear. "Severus didn't hurt me. I love Severus, and he loves me. It doesn't hurt when people love one another. It's nice."

"H- How?" William stammered, drawing back and wiping at his face. He didn't believe Harry that it could be nice, but he didn't like thinking bad of Severus. "How can it be nice? It hurts."

Harry looked upset and William felt bad because he knew that it was his fault. He started when Severus suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't try to pull away. He stared at Harry, hoping that his friend would make it all right again.

"It's different," Harry told him. "It's different if both people love each other and want to do it. Severus didn't hurt you, did he? He knew that you wouldn't have liked it. One day you'll meet somebody that you really like and they'll like you too, and then it won't hurt at all. Do you understand?"

William shook his head. "But I like you and Severus, but I don't want to do that."

"It's a different type of liking," Severus said, and William turned at the gentle pressure on his shoulder and blinked at his guardian. "You're too young, yet, but when you're older you'll understand the difference. You know that the way you love Molly is different from the way that Arthur loves Molly?"

William nodded. "They made a baby. Molly said that it's my Christmas present, although I don't get it till summer. But you and Harry can't make a baby."

William heard Severus mutter something like, "Thank God!", and Harry laughed. The laughter acted like magic and William realised that Harry really wasn't hurt, and that he was happy. He looked again at the way Harry had drawn close to Severus while they had been talking and decided that maybe they were like Molly and Arthur, even without the babies.

"So I will love somebody like that one day?"

"When you're older," Harry said with a nod.

"Much older," Severus added.

"Well, I'd rather be Harry's older," William stated. "I wouldn't want to wait as long as you did. That would be boring."

"Yes, it would be," Severus agreed, with one of his rare smiles where the happiness showed in his eyes. William looked between him and Harry and decided that he was glad that they loved one another. It really was very different from when he had seen other men together. He believed them when they said it didn't hurt.

With that settled in his mind, in the way of all children, he turned blithely back to the business that had brought him to Severus' room in the first place. "Where's my present?"

"So that's what brought you in here! Greedy brat!"

"Well, Molly gave me my present yesterday," William countered stubbornly.

"But you said yourself; you won't get it until the summer comes."

"So I need yours today." William grinned when Harry laughed.

Severus snorted and began settling himself back down on the mattress. "You will not get mine until breakfast," he stated. "You had best return to your room till then."

William didn't want to go, but he wouldn't go against Severus' final word. He began to reluctantly clamber off the bed when he was stayed by Harry's hand on his arm. He gave his friend a questioning look, which was replied to by a smile and by Harry's lifting up the covers of the bed. With a crow of delight, William crawled under them, ignoring Severus' protests.

Once they were all settled, William rested his head against Harry's shoulder. Severus was snoring behind him and Harry's breath tickled his forehead. Neither man reached out to touch him, or hold him in place and he closed his eyes in contentment.

He understood better now what Severus had been trying to tell him about the men who had hurt him and how life didn't have to be that way. He didn't have to be hurt if he didn't want to be, and if one day he loved somebody, then it wouldn't hurt at all.

Drifting back off to sleep, William's last thoughts were on whether Harry had got him a present as well.


The End

*Cit is a contemptuous term for a member of the merchant class.


Notes:

-- The east park of The Regent's Park was opened to the public in 1835; this is the opening Harry remembers. I do not know for sure whether he really would have been able walk around the park the way he does to find William.

-- London Zoo was opened to the public in 1847, so the year after this story is set. Prior to this date only fellows of the Zoological Society of London could visit (such as Severus). One fellow of the society was, of course, Charles Darwin.

-- Cesarewitch is a flat handicap race run at Newmarket Racecourse in October. The first one was run in 1839.

-- Christmas only became a big thing in England during Queen Victoria's reign, thanks to Prince Albert introducing such things as Christmas trees to the royal household etc. As I have set this early in her reign (six years after her marriage to Albert) and this is Severus we're talking about, it hasn't really caught on in his household yet. I'm sure it will, though.

-- I screwed with canon when it comes to Charlie's birthday. His birthday is actually in December not the summer.