Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Summary: Set about six months after Severus found Harry in June of 2003. Harry is improving and his emotions and senses are reawakening as well. Harry tries to cope the best way he knows how while Severus questions whether or not he can remain emotionally uninvolved.
Warnings: Figging, self-harm, BDSM, object insertion, discussion of Mpreg, mentions of past abuse
Fast As I Can
Severus Snape stalked down to the dungeons after seeing his Slytherins off on the train for home. He had to tell Harry they were going on holiday. Separately. Severus wasn't looking forward to leaving the young man since he had just gotten himself straightened out but it was for the best that Harry begin to socialize with others besides the cranky Potions Master.
Harry was no longer cowering away from him and had almost stopped calling him Master. He was petulant and talked back to Severus sometimes and that was all for the better of things. Severus had set a strict regime for the young man and it had worked to bring the other man out of the broken dreamland he had been forced into.
The Weasleys had requested to see him and Severus was grateful the invitation had come at this time. He opened the door to his chambers and looked around not spotting the young man. "Harry?"
"I'm in the kitchen Professor," Harry called out as he carefully finished drying the last glass and wiped the sink down. The dishes had been the last on his list of tasks for the day and he was ready for some company. He hurried to where the Potions Master stood just inside the doorway and reached up to take his outer robes from his shoulders, pausing and waiting as he realized he’d not been given permission to do so yet.
"Your day was good, Sir?" he asked softly as he stood to the side with his hands clasped behind him and his head lowered.
Severus smirked. "Anytime the students are gone, Harry, is always a good day." He turned around and allowed Harry to remove the summer weight robes from his shoulders and then rolled up his sleeves. "And you, how did your morning go?" He looked at Harry. "Why don't you get us something to drink? I have some thing to tell you and I think you will like this."
Severus walked into the sitting room and settled himself into his armchair in front of the fire.
Harry hurried to the kitchen, quickly taking the always-ready kettle from the hob and pouring the water into the teapot, adding the tea leaves to allow it to steep. He set up a tray with honey, clotted cream, lemon, and a small plate of biscuits before he placed the teapot, cup and saucer alongside it for Severus. For himself, he poured a small glass of water from the tap and set it to one side, he didn't need much.
Carefully, he carried the laden tray in and sat it at Severus' elbow, pouring the older man a cup and adding the cream and wedge of lemon before serving it to him. He sank to his knees at the left of Severus' knee and waited for the older man to speak.
Severus reached down and ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "Thank you, Harry." He sipped the perfectly prepared tea and sighed. "Would you like some tea as well?" He sat down his cup on the saucer and then pulled Harry up onto his lap. It had taken Severus some time but he had finally figured out Harry was positively starved for human touch and he did his best to remember that while they were in his rooms alone. He would have to inform Molly and the others to hug Harry and such but he had no doubts the woman would do so immediately as soon as she saw the boy.
Severus wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and handed him a biscuit. "I have been thinking that we need a holiday, Harry. I always take one about this time and I think you need one as well." He watched the other man as he bit into a biscuit of his own.
Harry shook his head no to the offer of tea. "I've water, Sir," he said softly as he was settled onto the Potions Master's lap. Immediately he began to feel safer as one strong arm was wrapped around him. Taking the biscuit in his hand, he smiled shyly in thanks before he carefully nibbled on a corner. He'd only taste it now and put it away in his tin for 'later'. The time he'd spent with Morgan had left him hoarding food scraps like a starved squirrel; everything from bread crusts to bits of hard cheese was hidden away in a small tin he'd found one day in the storeroom while cleaning.
"Holiday, Sir? Where would one such as you take something like me?" Harry asked, not daring to believe he'd actually be taken along somewhere. He'd be the best boy he could to the Professor.
Severus sipped his tea and finished off the biscuit. "Harry, for the past several years I have been taking a holiday from Hogwarts anytime I could get away. It has come time for my annual trip again." He turned Harry so he could look the young man in the eyes. "Now, I have spoken to Molly Weasley and she has invited you to come and stay with them for a fortnight. What do you think about this?"
Confusion was evident on the younger man's face as he looked at the Potions Master. The brilliant emerald eyes clouded for a moment and then understanding showed. "Whatever Sir feels is best," he said softly. Of course Sir would not want him to accompany him anywhere, he wasn't pleasing enough. "When do you wish this boy to be gone?"
Severus watched as misunderstanding filled Harry's face. Even after all this time and everything that had happened to Harry the young face was still so very expressive. "Would you not like to see your friends, Harry?" Severus raised an eyebrow.
He pulled Harry closer. "I don't want you gone, Harry. Maybe I will take you along on some other time, however I don't think you are ready to take a trip like I go on just yet. It's very... intense, I suppose is the word I am looking for. Things are very different in America." He pushed Harry's chin up to look in his eyes to see if he understood. "I am not throwing you away and I will be back. Molly has told me Ron and Hermione are looking forward to seeing you as well.”
"I get to come back?" he asked softly. He remembered Ron and Hermione, it'd been so long since he'd been allowed to see them, Sir was right, and he did miss his friends. "I'll be good Master, I won't be a bother to the Weasleys. I can help a lot," he said with a shy smile. "What do you do on your holiday, if this one may ask?"
Harry smiled and as soon as Severus took his hand from his chin, he leaned in to rest his face against the broad chest. His Master always smelled of his work and his heart always beat loud and steady, calming the younger man better than most words could.
Severus stroked Harry's hair. "You will always have a home here with me, Harry so long as you wish it." He never believed the young man would stick around once he got his confidence back but he would make certain Harry would always have someplace to come back to if he wished. He could never be that lucky to think Harry would accept him. It was one thing to be grateful to a saviour and another thing entirely to have the rescuer fall for the rescued and that was exactly what Severus had done. "I have no doubts you will be on your best behaviour, my Harry."
Severus smiled as he thought about how to describe to Harry his holiday. "I spend some time relaxing and visiting some very, very good people." Harry's clean fresh scent wafted up to him as the young man leaned against him and Severus sighed.
Having already tucked his barely touched biscuit into an inner fold of his short, lightweight robe, Harry played with the buttons on Severus' shirtfront. He was quiet for a moment before asking a question that could cause him much pain. "Sir's lover is there as well?" He didn't understand why the austere Potions Master had never made use of his body when he was there and available to him. Perhaps this was the explanation.
Severus smirked and thought about how to answer the question. "No." Might as well be honest, Severus you've never lied to the boy before, he thought to himself. "Well, I wouldn't say a lover but I have been known to indulge in the charms of someone occasionally while I am on holiday." He watched Harry's fingers as they twisted the buttons on his shirt.
Harry closed his eyes and bowed his head, his fingers stilling and falling from the buttons he'd been playing with. Master didn't need him as a hole. He wasn't good enough to have Master's seed spilled in his hole. "When do you wish to leave me at the Weasleys?" he asked, maybe he'd be able to show Sir he could be a good slut for him before he had to go.
Severus cocked his head and watched Harry for a moment. "Harry, I don't wish to leave you anywhere, however I don't think you are ready for the long trip just yet. Do you not wish to see the Weasleys?" He raised an eyebrow and tipped Harry's chin up.
"Yes Sir, boy would like to see the Weasleys. May I be excused?" he asked softly and bit at his lower lip. He glanced up into the dark eyes before looking back to the floor. "Boy is always here to serve whatever needs Master has."
Severus narrowed his eyes. Something had happened and he had missed it. He hated it when that happened. Severus grabbed Harry's chin and met the green gaze. "Harry, you serve me very well. You are a good boy and I am not throwing you away. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Master, boy understands, boy also knows he can serve better," he replied keeping his eyes lowered. He knew he could be better. "May this boy be excused?"
Severus sighed. "Look at me, Harry." He waited until the emerald eyes met his and he tried to hold them as long as possible. "You do very well and please me every time."
Harry licked his lips nervously and let one small hand fall to cover Severus' crotch, his fingers carefully kneading the soft flesh under the cloth. "Boy can make Sir feel good," he whispered softly and lifted the hem of his own robe.
Severus removed Harry's hand from his groin. "I am certain you could, Harry but I do not require it of you." He pulled Harry's robe back down and smiled gently at him. "Your staying with me is not dependant on your ability to make me feel good. I feel good when you do something for yourself. Do you understand me?"
Harry looked down and bit his lower lip again. Sir didn't want filth to touch him, but he could make Sir happy if he did things for him to watch. He nodded his head, he was familiar with this. Master Morgan had often required him to do things to his body for his amusement. Harry wondered if this Master would like to watch the boy bleed or not. "Boy will do everything he can to please Sir," he whispered.
Already he was turning different ideas over in his mind on things he could use to make Sir smile. "May boy be excused?"
Severus nodded. "Only if you stop calling yourself boy. I thought we had worked through this, Harry." He smiled and set Harry on his feet then stood and stretched. "What would you like for dinner, Harry? I feel like cooking tonight. Would you like to help me prepare?"
Severus watched Harry for a moment. "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? We could stop in at Honeydukes and get something as a treat for afters?"
He walked into the tiny kitchenette and began to look through the pantry. "Would you like a shepard’s pie? How about a steak and kidney?" He really had a craving for the barbeque that was served in Missouri where they always stopped on their first day. The students were just gone and already he was getting into the American mindset. Waffle House with Max in the mornings and Grant's biscuits once they got to camp. A cold American draft because his best friend was a nancy boy when it came to a pint. He chuckled to himself and looked at Harry.
"I would like whatever you fix, Sir," he replied and shivered at the thought of going into Hogsmeade. "What does Sir enjoy?" Harry had relearned to eat over the past six months since he'd been with Severus. The time with the Dursleys and Master Morgan had taught him to be grateful for anything at all. His mouth began to water at the thought of a meat pie, but that was not what seemed to have Sir's attention.
He was a bit frightened of the idea of going into Hogsmeade, but he would follow along. He hoped Sir would hide what he looked like so no one paid attention to him.
Severus thought a moment. He really didn't care what he made; just the work would calm him down. He turned back to the pantry and gathered some potatoes and other vegetables. In the cool box was some cheese, all he needed was the lamb for the pie. He turned back to Harry. "I'll make the shepard's then. Do you want to go to Hogsmeade, Harry? I won't force you to go but I think it's a good idea." He eyed Harry's robe. "Get your shoes if you wish to go."
Harry obediently went the wardrobe and took his shoes from the corner of the room. "Yes Sir, I am ready," he said as he came back in and picked up the small marketing basket from the cupboard hook. He stood silently as Severus made himself ready to go, while the older man's head was turned, Harry reached up and quickly pulled his fringe down to cover his forehead, hiding his scar.
Severus finished buttoning up the long black robe and watched Harry fidget out of the corner of his eye. He drew his wand and waved it in Harry's direction. The young man's appearance changed to that of a child. Not too much of a change, slightly longer hair, brown eyes and lightly browned skin as if he’d been playing in the sunshine. The famous scar was resistant to most charms, but the longer hair covered it well. Most people wouldn't bother pestering the Potions Master and it allowed him to keep in physical contact with the young man. Smiling down at Harry he held out a hand to the other man. "Ready?"
Harry took the older man's hand and gave a shy smile. "Thank you Professor, may we really go into Honeydukes?" He couldn't explain it, but he did feel comfort each time the older man touched him. He so wanted to make the other man happy, maybe he could find a horseradish root while at the market, Master Morgan had always enjoyed that. He swung the basket in his other hand and wriggled, his robe brushing the skin around his calves.
Severus smiled and nodded. "Shall we be a bit rash and go there first, Harry? Load up on Chocolate Frogs and Sugar Quills? Spoil our dinner?" He chuckled softly and led the younger man out of their rooms and through the castle. They saw no one as they exited out on to the grounds. It was quiet and nice outside and Severus turned his face to the sun, anticipating the coming holiday. He looked down at Harry again and smiled. "I hope you have a wonderful holiday at the Weasleys, Harry. Ron spoke of playing Quidditch. Would you like to take out one of the brooms later this week? They're not your Firebolt but they'll work in a pinch."
Harry heard the words and shrank back in fear; flying had become something that he'd learned to associate with pain. Master Morgan had beaten him with his Firebolt the one time he'd asked to be allowed to fly. "Please Professor, this boy will be good, he promises, please don’t make him fly," he whispered. He realized what he was doing and stepped back up to Sir's side, it would not do to displease him. He licked his lips, his mouth watering as he thought of a tiny bit of Honeyduke's finest dark chocolate. "If it pleases Sir to stop there first."
A few more steps he spoke up, "Sir, do I have to play Quidditch at the Weasleys?"
Severus stared at Harry and stopped their walk. He looked around and then knelt to look Harry in the eyes. He cradled the young man's face in his hands. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. Do you understand?" He searched the pale face. To this day he had not forced Harry to speak of his time with the monster that had his Harry for two years. In all Merlin's life he wasn't certain he wanted to know everything that had happened. He had gotten bits and pieces from Harry's behaviour and some from various others in the Lifestyle when he had asked about the disgusting waste of flesh. The physical marks he had seen on Harry when he'd first found him had told him that he'd been horridly mistreated, but he vowed that never again would the little green-eyed wizard be treated badly again.
"Would you like to go in Honeydukes first? I don't want to hear about what pleases me. What do you want to do?"
Harry trembled slightly as Severus cupped his face, keeping his eyes lowered. "I...I don't know what I want to do...I just want to please Sir," he said softly. "Yes Sir, Honeydukes will be wonderful."
Inside he was rejoicing, Sir had said he didn't have to get on a broom; he wouldn't be punished for having the ability to fly. "Thank you Master." Severus let go of his face and Harry once more slipped his hand into the Potions Master's palm. "What is your 'company' like where you take your holiday?" he asked, wanting to know what he needed to be like to maybe entice the older man to use him as well.
Severus pondered Harry's reaction as they walked, missing the other man‘s question. He would talk to Molly and the youngest Weasley spawn about the brooms tomorrow while Harry was out helping Hagrid. He and the half-giant had made plans for Harry to spend sometime outside after being confined to the castle while the students were in classes.
They arrived at Honeydukes and Severus pulled the heavy door open and inhaled the deep rich scent of chocolate. He took their shopping basket from Harry and gave him a small wicker one of Honeydukes’. "Go pick out three treats for yourself, Harry." After the war many children had been named after the boy saviour and hopefully no one that might overhear them would think anything about the now extremely popular, common name.
Harry took the small basket and looked wide-eyed at the interior of the shop, a veritable kid in a candy store. He stepped forward and began to make a careful selection of treats. Sir had said three. He chose one licorice whip, one piece of Candied Stone, and after much deliberation, one chocolate frog; he hoped he'd not been too extravagant. Harry enjoyed the fact that no one paid him the slightest bit of attention, smiling when he overheard Sir explain him as his young nephew from Tullamore.
He returned to the tall man's side and slipped his hand back into Sir's before offering him the basket.
Severus looked down at the choices Harry had made. "Is that all? You don't want a whole bag of the Licorice Wands or the Candied Stones?" He looked down at his own selections of an entire pound of the rich dark chocolate fudge and two entire boxes of Ice and Sugar Mice both. Allie loved the Sugar Mice especially since she was pregnant. Max had to Apparate here once because Severus had given her one last summer when she had been craving a sweet. He looked around the shop and grinned sheepishly since no one was paying them any mind. "Get two bags, Harry and fill them up with the Wands and the Candied Stones. It's alright to have them."
"Thank you Professor," Harry whispered happily and went back to the bins, filling one cloth sack with the hard candied rocks and the other with the licorice wands. Sir was really too good to him. Smiling to himself, he whispered a shy hello to the clerk that weighed his selections out before marking a tag with the amounts and handing them back to him. On his way back to Severus, he passed a display of Bertie Bott’s and stopped to look at them. He could remember eating them, and without thinking he reached one finger out and stroked the gaily coloured package, a giggle coming from somewhere in his soul as he remembered the day Ron had gotten one that he claimed had tasted of liver and onions. With a smile on his face he turned to rejoin the Potions Master, only to find him staring at him.
Severus held out a hand to Harry and placed his purchases in the basket. They walked past the Bertie display and Severus knocked his hip into the table, causing several boxes to fall into the basket. He placed the shopping basket on the counter and pulled his money purse from his robes. After the clerk added up the purchases and they were back out on the street Severus dug through their basket and pulled off two good-sized chunks of the fudge. "Here, a snack before dinner."
He handed one to Harry and looked around the street again and then sucked the chocolate into his mouth. The bitter flavour burst on his tongue and he moaned low and closed his eyes for a minute savouring the rich rarely indulged in treat.
Harry looked from the chocolate confection to Severus and carefully bit off a corner of his treat. At the sound of Master's moan, Harry felt something stirring in his loins and whimpered softly. He wanted to be used badly; he needed it. As they set off down the quiet street, Harry nibbled his chocolate and once again asked about Sir's entertainment. He wanted to make the older man moan like that without chocolate being involved. "Sir, what is your companion like where you go on holiday?"
They passed the bookseller and Harry looked wide-eyed at the display and did so again at Gladrags. The long, heavy robes displayed looked so warm and Harry shivered once thinking of how happy he was it was a warm day and summertime. Maybe he could have one of Sir's old robes when it got cold.
He felt a tug on his hand and hurried to catch up with Severus as he entered the tiny butcher and greengrocer that were set up in the same building.
Severus looked down at Harry wondering why he needed the answer to such a question. He didn't answer but continued to watch the young man gape at the window displays. Later this week he would take Harry shopping again and fill out the wardrobe he had started. Maybe let him pick out some books of his own to read and keep.
Severus looked over the choice cuts of meat with a discerning eye almost as if he were selecting ingredients for a potion. He finally decided on a cut of lamb that met his approval. He also picked up flour and more sugar and butterscotch flavouring. He had started on the sweets early this year and was suddenly craving his butterscotch sugar biscuits. Maybe Harry would like to make cookies as well after dinner. He looked at his companion. "Is there anything else you would like for dinner tonight?" He asked as he looked over the spirits they had in stock, selecting a red wine.
Harry looked at the selection of vegetables and noted disappointedly that there were no horseradish roots, but they did carry hands of ginger. He picked up one and looked at Severus. "May I have this, Professor?"
He'd noticed Sir had not answered his question and he was worried that he now had no idea of what type things Sir liked in a boy. He had however watched the older man carefully shop for different items and determined that he was most likely even pickier when choosing a companion. Harry would have to settle for being entertainment.
Severus blinked. "I suppose. Place it in the basket and I think I am about done." He took the shopping basket to the clerk and paid for their purchases. Back on the street Severus waited until they were out of the village proper before cutting his eyes down to Harry. "Why did you want to know about my companions, Harry?"
"Boy simply wished to know what type of person Sir liked to have as friends away from here," he answered, hoping that now the Potions Master would tell him. He took the shopping basket from Severus in one hand and took the man's hand with his other.
Severus sighed. "I am a different person in America, Harry. I like simple things. I want the other person I am with to enjoy themselves." He stopped and thought for a moment before finishing his sentence. "Whether it be in relaxing, play or sex." He chuckled not believing in the reality of this conversation. "What about you, Harry? What do you like in a companion?" He grinned and turned the tables on the young man.
Harry thought for a moment and wondered if he could truly answer the question without angering the other man. "I like to know someone needs me around, that I have a purpose," he stole a glance up at the stern face, cringing when he couldn't read his emotions. "I'm happiest when the person that I am with is happy because I've done something correct." He walked on and waited to see if the other man would respond.
Severus nodded. "But what about you, Harry? How do you make yourself happy?" He thought some more about his questions. What bothered him the most was that Harry still wanted to serve it appeared even after all that had happened. He really didn't understand the mechanics of it but sometimes the need to give up control was necessary and occasionally he desired it himself. Not often but sometimes the itch had to be scratched.
Harry was confused; he didn't understand exactly what Sir was asking him. "What do you mean, make myself happy? This one is sorry, but he doesn't understand exactly how you mean," he said as he stopped for a moment and picked a small plant he knew would cause blistering of tender flesh; it would be helpful later on.
Severus looked at Harry and plucked the offending plant from his hands. He cleansed them with a spell. "Be careful what you pick, Harry that was a nasty bit of Mother Nature." He dragged his thoughts back to his earlier question. "I suppose what I mean is what do you enjoy. I like to cook and experiment with my potions. Read a good book, things of that nature, Harry." He pulled out one of Harry's rock candies to suck on as they walked. "Stop referring to yourself in the third person." He told the young man, gently. "You haven't angered me, I just would like you to stop."
Sighing silently, Harry watched his plant as it landed beside the footpath. "I don't really know what I enjoy. I like to clean things, to not be yelled at," he said after a moment of thought. "I like to write little stories sometimes, and sometimes I just have to hurt." His voice trailed off and he looked up into the late afternoon sky. "Do you think it will rain later, Sir?"
A rabbit startled and darted across their path and Harry laughed as he watched it. One of the first pure sounds of joy Severus had heard from him in the time he'd been there.
Severus digested the things Harry had said. The dodge was almost Slytherin and Severus had to appreciate it. He looked to the sky and answered Harry's question. "It might but you never know what you will get from the skies." He eyed the boy as the rabbit ran away from them. The laughter from the other man made him vibrate with happiness for Harry that something so simple as a startled cottontail could make his face light up like that. The brown eyes shone and Severus wished to see the green ones do that as well. One day he hoped Harry would allow him to see it.
They returned to the chambers in the dungeons and Severus immediately removed the charm from Harry. The messy black hair and beautiful emerald eyes returned and Severus grinned. He reached out and stroked Harry's face.
"You are a beautiful young man, Harry and one day you are going to make someone very happy. Roll up your sleeves and go wash your hands and we'll start dinner."
"Yes Sir," he replied as he briefly leaned into the older man's touch for a moment before taking the basket into the kitchenette. While Severus was still in the sitting room, Harry broke off a large finger of the ginger root and took a spoon from the silver case. Tucking both into his robe, he excused himself to the bathroom.
Once in the small bathroom, Harry locked the door and stripped off his robe. Standing in front of the toilet, he carefully scraped away the papery skin of the ginger root with the spoon, roughing the flesh up enough to start the potent juice seeping. Satisfied with his handiwork, he soon had a small plug carved out of it and with a deep breath inserted it into his long unused passage.
Whimpering softly as the terrible burn began inside him; he pulled his robe back over his head and as an afterthought, wiped his ginger juice covered fingers over the soft head of his prick before scrubbing them clean. Washing his face and taking a deep breath, he rejoined Severus in the kitchen.
"What would you like me to do first?" he asked as he concentrated on how his inflamed hole would please Sir later when he showed him.
Severus had already cut up the lamb and was in the process of seasoning it. He looked up at Harry and sniffed from the pepper. "You could peel the potatoes. I think six will be enough." He turned his head away from the meat and stepped away from the counter and sneezed.
Severus returned to the sink and then wet his face with a damp towel. He breathed through the towel for a moment and then wiped his face. Hanging the towel over the facet, he washed his hands again and went back to the meat and placed it in the pan to with chopped onions to fry. The smell of the seasonings and cooking meat filled the tiny kitchen and Severus inhaled deeply and looked around the kitchen. He shook his head and began to slice some carrots.
Harry picked up the small paring knife and began to peel the potatoes, dropping each freshly peeled one into the basin. He watched Severus as he washed his face. "Are you alright Sir?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to intrude. Harry reached for another potato and nearly gasped as his bottom threatened to expel the little plug, desperately, he clenched his muscles tight and tried to ignore how badly his little cock was burning and starting to swell as it brushed the inside of his robe.
"I am fine, Harry. When you grind fresh pepper it tends to be stronger than pre-ground." He stirred the meat and poked at a piece and added the carrots to the meat and onion mixture. He quickly chopped some parsnips. Severus added them and some stock to the pot. He sliced some mushrooms and pulled some shelled peas Grant had given him from the cool box. He added the fresh peas to the stock and brought it up to a boil. He turned to see how Harry was coming with the potatoes and noticed him squirming. "Are you well, Harry? Do you need to use the loo?"
Harry bent his head down in shame. "No Master, I am alright," he said softly and stood still peeling the last potato. Once finished he looked to the older man for his next task. "Sir, is there anything else I may do to help you?" He wanted to hide, his little prick was now fully aroused and the only thing Harry had as a saving grace was the fact he was small and the robe large with many deep folds. He could feel the juice from the root started to trickle out of his hole and cover the sensitive flesh just behind his sac.
Severus moved closer to Harry and leaned down to him. He smelled Harry and stood back up. The ginger smell was strong on the other man. Dinner forgotten for the moment, he stared at Harry "What are you doing?"
"W-w-waiting to see what you wish for me to do now,” Harry stammered and stared at the ground.
"Not the answer I was looking for Harry." Severus sighed. He looked around the kitchen and spotted the ginger hand missing one of it's fingers. Quickly he cast a stasis spell over the pot on the hob and grabbed Harry's arm. He dragged the young man to the loo, angry that Harry may have done something to himself. He turned Harry around and looked at him hard. "Strip."
With trembling fingers, Harry pulled the hem of the robe up and over his head, the thought of disobeying never once entering his mind. He held the robe in front of him and looked down at the floor, he was trying to cover his small erection, arousal was never good on his part.
"Place the robe in the hamper and turn around Harry." Severus growled. The smell was even stronger in the smaller space of the bathroom. He had a pretty good idea of what Harry had done now and his own balls drew up, hiding, at the thought of what Harry was probably feeling. He tamped down his anger and the sick feeling in his guts as he waited for Harry to do as he had demanded.
Harry's face was burning in shame and arousal as he moved to the hamper and turned to face the wall, biting his lower lip as he covered himself with his hands.
Severus stared at Harry's scarred backside. He could see something running down Harry's leg and groaned. He ran his finger up the taut thigh and gathered the liquid. He brought it towards his face and the smell hit him. He turned to the sink and washed his hands methodically, trying to calm down. "Why? Why did you do it Harry? Get it out of you now."
Tears running down his red cheeks, Harry reached behind himself and dug cruelly into himself to yank the root out, not making any noise as it was pulled past his now swollen and blistered pucker. "I only wanted to serve you," he whispered as he tossed the piece of ginger into the rubbish and waited for his punishment. His cock had jumped and throbbed at the rough treatment Harry had given himself and he once again brought his slimy, juice covered hand around to encircle his shaft this time. He wished he'd not tossed the root away yet, he could have smeared it under his foreskin.
Severus snorted. “Not like that you won’t.” He muttered softly then noticed where the small hand was headed. “Do not touch yourself.” He looked at Harry’s back and shook his head. “I am very disappointed in you Harry. Get in the shower and wash yourself.”
He moved around the small body and turned on the faucet, adjusted the temperature of the water and stood back. “Go on, get in and under the spray.”
Bereft in shame, Harry silently got under the spray of water, letting it run over him taking his tears down the drain. Master was not pleased. He had failed in something so simple, just showing Master his hole could take pain. "Boy is sorry," he whispered, shivering under the hot water. "Boy will do better."
Severus sighed and closed his eyes. He rubbed his face and then turned to the linen closet. He retrieved several flannels and a large towel. Severus dug through his medicine cabinet and got out a Pain-Reliving Potion and a bar of mild soap. Sticking his hand in the shower, he wet one of the flannels and lathered it up with the soap.
"Come here, Harry. I want to talk about why you did what you felt you needed to do." He began to scrub the young man's chest and then down his arms paying particular attention to the slender fingers, making certain he got the oils from the ginger off of Harry. The root was resistant to water and he hoped the soap was mild enough that it cut the oils but was going to be gentle enough on the inflamed skin he was certain to find as he washed Harry.
"Did you enjoy the figging, Harry?" He moved the flannel over the young man's abdomen and looked into the green eyes. "Tell me the truth, Harry."
Harry shook his head. "No Sir, it always hurts so badly, but it would make Master happy when I begged for it to stop," he replied softly. He wasn't sure what to make of the Professor's behaviour; no one had ever bothered to ask if he enjoyed something before, was it a trick question? Maybe the fact he'd gotten aroused made Sir think he was doing it to pleasure himself, he bit his lower lip and looked down.
"I don't know why that happened," he said, slapping at himself. "I know better, I know it's wrong. It won't happen anymore, I promise." Harry would do what he needed to do to make sure his body did not offend the Professor.
Severus grabbed the young man's hand and shook his head. "No, do not hit yourself." He swallowed. Such a rough area to cover with Harry considering his own issues. He pulled himself back to the current issue at hand and focused on Harry. "Ardour is normal, Harry. It is good to see you like this. I was afraid you had been damaged but it is nice to know it still works, yes?"
The Potions Master grabbed another flannel and soaped this one up and carefully pushed back the foreskin and cleaned Harry's little prick gently. He looked up into Harry's face. "Look at me, Harry. I don't like it when you are in pain and it doesn't please me at all. As for your erection, it's not wrong. It's a normal and natural process. You may safely attend to it when it happens. Do you understand me?"
Harry's eyes widened as the Professor grabbed his hands. He was so confused. Sir wanted to see him respond to touch; this was certainly not something Harry knew how to deal with. When the other man began to wash his glans, Harry groaned low in his throat, feeling his knees shake, as his foreskin was pushed back more, he thrust his hips, seeking something.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he gasped out as he pulled back from the man's hand. The Professor was showing kindness and he was perverting it. He pressed his body against the shower wall, clenching his fists fighting for control.
Severus stared at Harry. "It's alright, there's no need to apologize. It's a normal response. I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean anything by cleaning you." He hadn't even thought about how he was touching Harry just that the young man need washing up and he had done it. He held out the flannel to Harry. "Would you like to finish yourself?" He waited on Harry to take the washcloth.
Harry swallowed and took the proffered flannel, reaching down to scrub harshly at himself, keeping his eyes trained on the wall behind the Professor's shoulder. "Finished," he whispered and moved forward once again, his control back in place; more effective than any ring Master Morgan could have used on him. He would show the other man that he was good, he didn't need to have release; he was a good boy.
He rinsed the flannel in the water and faced Severus once more. "Now Sir?"
Severus nodded. He grabbed another flannel and soaped it up. "If it is alright with you I'll wash you back and you can do your bum. But I want you to do it carefully. Do you understand me? I can put the Pain-Relieving Potion on you after. It won't help with the swelling but it will rid you of some of the discomfort. Then we are going to talk about discipline. Turn around, Harry."
He turned and faced the wall, bracing his hands in front of him. Harry dropped his head and looked at the floor of the tub as he felt the strong sure swipes from the flannel the Professor was giving his back. Not realizing he was even making noise, he gave several sighs of contentment at the gentle touches. Professor took good care of him, he would do his best to serve him well. He leaned forward until the crown of his head was resting against the tiles as well, it felt so good to have someone care. "Thank you," he whispered over and over again, not wanting it to end.
Severus listened to Harry's soft sounds, as he cleaned the young man and fought with his own control. He skipped over Harry's pert bottom and then began to wash the strong legs, still well muscled from his time playing Quidditch, as a mayfly. "Lift your foot, then when I finish swish it in the water to rinse the soap before setting it back down. I don't want you to fall." He washed the other small foot and got the last flannel. He soaped it up and held it up to Harry. "There you are Harry. You are almost finished. When you are done washing get out and dry yourself off. I'll get you some clothes."
Severus waited for Harry to turn around and he met the green eyes. "I am going to make a tick list for you. The first rule on the list is that you are not longer allowed to bring harm to yourself. Physically or sexually. Do you understand?" He waited for his answer before leaving to fetch the clothing.
Harry took the flannel stood there looking at Severus dumbly. "What if I am bad?" he asked as he washed his bottom, not paying attention to what he was doing, but rather to the tall man in front of him. "What if you are not here and I do something bad? What do I do?"
He shut the water off and stepped out of the tub, picking up the towel he'd claimed for his own use, drying quickly.
Severus sighed as he left and came back with another robe and pants for Harry. "Harry you are not bad. You sometimes break the rules and do something wrong but you are not bad. Do I make myself clear?" He took the towel from Harry and began to dry the young man's hair. Once the black spikes were standing out in all directions Severus smiled and brushed his hand through the locks gently untangling them. "Go lie down on the bed, on your stomach and I’ll put the potion on you."
Out of force of habit, he swatted the bottom lightly, as it went past then froze. "Oh my Harry, I am so sorry. I won't do that again."
Harry stood while his hair was rubbed dry, leaning into the strong fingers as they were combed through his hair. He felt wanted here. He listened as the Professor spoke, the words delivered in the voice that haunted his dreams. He followed Severus' directions and started for the bedroom, only to feel a little swat on his bottom. Giggling, he turned and smiled at the Professor. "Thank you Sir and may I have another?"
Severus smirked. "I think not, young man. Go lie down." He turned to the sink and grabbed the potion, deciding that Harry being a little cheeky considering what had happened was all well and good; at least the young man was still coherent enough to try and joke with him. "I meant what I said about the tick list Harry. For your punishment I want you to write me a two foot parchment on the correct use of ginger in either cooking or in a potion. You will do this while I finish dinner. If it is up to standards then I will allow you to resume your nightly duty to set the table. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Master," came the reply as the younger man lay himself face down on his side of the bed. Harry closed his eyes and began to mentally organize his essay while he waited for the Professor to come in from the bathroom. He could write the essay, but he didn't think it was much of a punishment at all. Sir was so different from Master Morgan when it came to so many things, Harry was constantly wondering if he was on some uncharted territory with the man that he'd learned so much from in school.
As he laid on the soft duvet, he felt his erection start to ache once more and he decided to ignore it, it would go away soon enough he knew. He didn't understand why he'd been waking up more and more lately aroused and once to his shame, he'd found a small mess he'd made in his sleep
Severus came out of the loo and stopped dead in his tracks. The sight of Harry lying on the bed, legs slightly spread and relaxed went straight to his groin. The young man had been sleeping in his bed now for six months and yet this sight affected him like none other had before. He let out a long breath and climbed up on the bed behind Harry. "Alright, I am going to touch you, spread your cheeks some and drizzle this potion on you."
Severus separated the firm globes of flesh and stared at Harry's abused pucker. He hissed softly and tipped the phial over the inflamed area. He let go of Harry's cheeks and rubbed his bottom together lightly. "There you are, Harry. Does that feel any better?" He got off the bed and took up the robe. "Let's get you dressed and started on your essay."
Without noticing, Harry pressed his hips into the mattress as Severus took hold of his arse cheeks. He felt his cheeks being parted, the oil drizzled over him and then his cheeks pressed together again, oh how he wished the Professor would claim his as his own. Rolling to a sitting position, he looked up at the older man and nodded. "Yes Sir, it feels better, thank you," he said quietly.
He waited for his Master to drop the robe into his lap and was confused when it didn't happen. He looked quizzically at the older man and then at the lightweight robe in his hands. "Sir?"
"I'm glad then. Stand up, Harry." Severus knelt and held out boxers to the young man. "Come on, let's get you dressed, I am getting quite hungry and there is still much to do for dinner."
Harry stood and stepped into the undergarments, not quite understanding why he was putting them on, but grateful for the kindness Sir was showing him. He was embarrassed by the arousal his body was showing again, but the Professor didn't seem to notice it at all. Harry looked down his body and bit his lip as he looked at the undersized member he sported. "Sir...will it ever grow?"
Severus studied Harry's face for a moment to see if he honestly wanted to know. "Well, I would think if it was going to then it would have by now but I am certain it will get the job done for your future partners. Why do you ask?" He pulled the soft cotton over Harry groin hiding the small cock from his view but not his mind. He pondered the question and the situation. "Harry, if you don't mind might I inquire as to your orientation?" He bunched up the robe and held the neck open to allow Harry to slip his head through.
Harry looked up at him, curiosity plain on his young face. "I've never seen another one this small Sir, I didn't know if there was something wrong with me or not," he answered as he poked his head through the opening in the robe and answered the Professor's last question. "I think I'm suited to males, Sir. Girls just don't hold any attraction at all, they never did." He sat back down and thought about what else Severus had said.... his future partners. "My bits wouldn't please you, Sir?" he asked softly.
Severus pondered Harry's answers and then looked over him critically. He took in the small stature which could have been attributed to Lily since the woman had been quite petite. Harry's features were masculine somewhat but also soft. He was, Severus supposed, very androgynous and could be seen as either sex. He tilted his head and thought some more. The abuse he had heard rumours of while Harry was in school could have also factored into his size as well but the small genitalia reminded him of something. "Have you ever been completely typed, Harry, magically and medically? And as for your bits they are not unpleasant. But you don't need an old codger like myself chasing after you."
Harry cocked his head and thought for a moment. "Madame Pomphrey did scans while I was a student, and I had physicals while I was playing Quidditch," he said, and he flinched unconsciously at the mention of what had been his favourite pastime. "Master Morgan only took me to a doctor once when he couldn't fix what he broke. What would that show? Is there something wrong with me?"
He worried his lower lip and waited for the older man to speak. "I don't think you are old at all, Sir, I'm happy to be at your feet." He said the last bit quietly, he knew Sir acted oddly when he would kneel at his side and he didn't want him to feel as though Harry had done wrong deliberately.
Severus frowned. The bit about Morgan worried him some. Still he could not quite put his finger on the condition that was floating just on the edge of his awareness. "No, I don't think there is something wrong with you, Harry. There is a medical condition wizards are subjective to but right now the name escapes me. It mostly happens to homosexual wizards but is not very commonplace. I will think of it shortly." He tapped his chin as he thought then reached out to rub Harry's hair. "You are a good boy, Harry and someday you will find a good and caring Master to please, if you choose to stay in the Lifestyle." The 'but not me' flashed through his brain and even though he didn't say so aloud.
Severus snorted and shook his head. "Thank you, Harry. That is very kind." He smiled again and pulled Harry into a tight hug then let him go. “Now, let’s get you some books and you can sit at the table and write your essay while I finish dinner.” He strode from the bedroom knowing Harry would follow him.
Harry wondered what the condition was that Sir was speaking of and if he had it. He leaned into the gentle touch of Sir's hand on his head and felt his mind go numb at his words. The older man didn't intend to keep him. "Yes Sir, I understand," he said softly. It didn't matter what he did, Sir would never want to keep him, he was rubbish after all.
Sir hugged him!! His heart soared for a moment and then went back to normal as he was let go. He would do a good job on his essay to please Sir. He followed him out of the bedroom, wiping his eyes while Sir could not see him.
Once he had the books and writing supplies, he sat down at the table and set to filling the two feet of parchment as best he could with descriptive detail of each feature and use of ginger root.