|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-12-17 09:05:00
|Entry tags:||au: magic, fic|
If You Would Be My Master, for unbroken_halo
Title: If You Would Be My Master
Word Count: 4312
Disclaimer: This is a piece of non-profit fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Sometimes it's difficult being The Boy Who Lived, and Harry has to find unorthodox ways to cope.
Author's Note: This was originally written for angelsotherlove's prompt: "I have this strong desire to see Harry in lingerie, and light bondage. So long as it contains those two things I will be a happy woman." But since she unfortunately had to drop out of the fest, the story has been reassigned to one of the pinch hitters who've been working so hard to make this community a success. Happy Holidays!
If you would be my lover
I will shield you from tears
But if you would be my master
I will do anything.
Harry winced at the restriction of the collar he wore, feeling the cool leather press flat and unyielding against his throat. He lifted his chin, breathing in through his nose, but the tautness of the chain that held the collar bound to the cuffs at his wrists didn't ease. His hair felt coarse and scratchy where it was pressed between his cheek and the mattress.
Not for the first time, he wondered why he was here. Without his glasses on, the contours of the room around him were blurred, distorted, but still, he knew this room's dimensions better than he did his own. How many nights had he spent lying here, just like this? Waiting. Wanting...
The small metal links of the chain that bound him dug in hard against the skin between his shoulder blades, painful without being particularly cruel. It set up a steady fluctuation of pressure between the collar at his throat and the leather cuffs that bound his wrists at the small of his back, making it impossible to find a comfortable position to lie in. It was only after endless nights of practice in holding just this position that he knew how to arrange himself without wrenching his arms, while still allowing himself the freedom to breathe.
Severus's preferences had always leaned toward more subtle torture.