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To Have Not

Chapter 10 - Changes

Severus stepped through the Floo, his mind in an uproar. What the devil could have happened to make them call him? He had filled his pockets with a variety of potions, enough to cover any emergency. Recalling Harry's bleeding scar from more than one occasion, he had included the potion to inhibit blood flow.
He took the room at a glance. The usual suspects; Granger, Weasley, Draco and� What the hell was that Montague person doing there?

I think his name is Montgomery.

Severus didn't care what his name was. He only knew the man didn't belong there and he certainly didn't need to know the finer points of Harry's affliction.
"Draco, kindly show your friend the door," Severus instructed.
"But I helped," the man dared to argue.
With a long-suffering glare, Severus attempted politeness. "Well, then we appreciate your assistance Mr�?"
"Montgomery."

Told you.

"Mr. Montgomery, then. We will take care of Mr. Potter now." He turned to Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, if you would."
As soon as the two young men left the room, Severus rushed to Harry's side. His wand out, he checked for magical maladies but found nothing of an ordinary nature. Which wasn't to say that there wasn't anything wrong - only that the ailment might not be something normal. Knowing Harry, it was likely the case.
Removing the flannel from across Harry's forehead, he winced at the damage.

By Merlin, the brat's a trouble magnet.

He quickly saturated the flannel with some wound-closing potion and held it to Harry's forehead. Harry groaned in his sleep and Severus speared Harry's friends with a piercing look. "Tell me everything."
The two Gryffindors were unhelpful until Draco returned and was able to give better details, as he had been closest to Harry throughout the ordeal. Evidently, an excessive amount of touching on the dance floor had led to a headache, and then a wild burst of magic to repel grabby hands had caused Harry to collapse. Severus kept his hand on Harry's head over the rag as they spoke.

His headache was caused by too much touching?

Apparently. Severus found it incredibly ironic that the excuse that Harry had originally fabricated to keep away suitors had manifested itself into being.

What if there was a curse and it was simply progressive?

Severus considered the thought. It had merit. Actually he was surprised he hadn't thought of it before, but conclusions could not be determined without finding out exactly what happened to Harry the day he and the Dark Lord faced off for the last time.

If you hadn't tossed him out the moment he was released from the hospital wing, you would already have that information.

Severus was not going to dwell on his past mistakes now. He had to move forward. He had to regain Harry's trust so he could help him.
Harry stirred with a groan and opened his eyes. The light in the room was apparently too much as he quickly pulled an arm up to lay over his face.
Severus removed the arm and adjusted the flannel back over the scar. "Come on, Potter," he said, putting an arm beneath him to hold him up. Pushing a flask to his lips, Severus made sure Harry drank the pain potion. Once an adequate amount had been swallowed, Severus placed the vial aside and lowered Harry gently back to the sofa.
Harry looked up then, meeting Severus' gaze. That gorgeous green gaze was cloudy and Harry's movements were groggy.
Harry blinked in confusion. "Where am I?"
"Just how much did you drink, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked lightly, belying his concern.
Harry groaned again, sinking back into the cushions.
"It was top-shelf scotch, Severus."

Oh, the good stuff. Pity Harry can't hold his liquor.

"How much do you remember?"
"Drinking. Talking with people. Then Draco made me dance."

Dance? Your brat? In those clothes?

Severus was trying not to dwell on the finely made outfit, which accented all of Harry's physical attributes to perfection.
"And then the touching got too much and my head started to hurt and I sort of freaked."

Looking like that, I'll bet everyone wanted to touch him. I'm surprised Lucius let him out at all.

"So I gathered."
Harry scowled at Severus' smirk, even though Severus had tried to suppress it. "What are you doing there? Where's Lucius?"
"Straightening up the mess," Severus almost snarled. He wasn't sure what made him angrier, the fact that Lucius, instead of Severus, was cleaning up Harry's mess or that Harry had asked for Lucius. "Making sure there's no evidence that you were there."
Harry glanced around at his friends then looked back at Severus with irritation. "Why are you hovering over me?" He weakly pushed Severus away and despite pleas for him to calm down, Harry lurched to his feet, swaying and stumbling to keep upright.
"Potter, you idiot, sit down." Severus reached for him but Harry pulled away.
"Stop it. Don't touch me." Harry backed away again. "Why does everyone have to touch me?"
Harry's eyes were still glazed and his movements were erratic. When Harry almost fell, Severus grabbed him and pulled Harry too him, hugging his back to Severus' front.

Could be shock.

Closing an arm around his waist, Severus softly said, "Shh. Just breathe, Harry."
*******
Harry took a couple of deep breaths, calming himself and relaxed into Severus' chest. He had expected more pain at the touch, but it didn't hurt to have these arms around him. In fact, it made him feel better. He laid his head back on Severus' shoulder, closing his eyes. He was so very tired.
"Are you all right?"
"Mm. Just a little dizzy." He allowed Severus to guide him back over the couch and push him down on it. Reclining back, he felt Severus' fingers move over his face, lingering probably more than they should have until they reached his forehead. Moving the fringe aside, Severus put the flannel back on Harry's scar.
"It seems to have stopped bleeding but you may want to give the potion a few more minutes to soak in," Severus said. "Just to be sure."
Harry closed his eyes and nodded. He tried to will Severus away. It felt so good being close to him, having Severus take care of him again. But Severus only thought of him as a burden. He had to let go. He was tired of the pain that would inevitably come when Severus left him. He always left.
"Where's Lucius?" he asked again.
"I'm here, Harry."
Harry opened his eyes as Severus rose with a barely repressed grimace and stepped back from the couch. Lucius came forward to sit by Harry's side. He wrapped his arms around Harry and drew him into an embrace.
Harry was only slightly surprised when the pain hit him again.
****

Harry flinched. Did you see it?

Harry had indeed flinched when Lucius touched him. It was swiftly covered though, and if it was still causing Harry pain, Harry concealed it well.

Harry shouldn't have to hide his pain.

Harry looked up into Lucius face. "I'm sorry that I messed everything up." He looked down at his hands in his lap. "I couldn't even go out for drink with my friends without causing a fiasco."
"Harry." Lucius lifted his chin. "It is not your fault. It's not uncommon to relax one's guard while out drinking with friends. That man's behavior was deplorable. You had every right to defend yourself."

WHAT?

"What's this?" Severus asked.
Lucius glanced at Severus, his displeasure obvious. "One particular man was most interested in Harry and did not seem to want to take 'no' for an answer," he said.
Severus eyed the younger people, glaring at them for omitting this very significant part of the tale.
"I just-"
"Shush, Harry. I took care of everything. No one will know that you were anywhere near that club tonight, let alone the cause of such a surge of power," Lucius assured him. "The blame shall be put on a faulty music conductor spell. A few mild memory spells and a small donation, which was very well received, and everyone's happy." Lucius smiled encouragingly at Harry. "Not to worry, love."

Does he practice that in front of a mirror?

Pure will kept Severus' face impassive.
Harry sighed with relief and met Severus' gaze. "It's a good thing I have Lucius to take care of things for me."

Right for the jugular.

Lucius declared that they had all had enough excitement for the night and told Harry he should rest. Draco moved to escort Ron and Hermione out and after a moment, Lucius went with them.
It was an awkward moment as Severus stared at Harry.
"I wouldn't have let you go-"
Harry looked up sharply, interrupting him. "But I wanted to go. It was fun - well most of it." He looked away. "It felt normal for a little while."

His desire to be normal - to do normal things is so Harry. And a little sad.

Severus ignored his inner voice. "You didn't let me finish," he said. "I wouldn't have let you go alone."
Harry peered at him skeptically. "You would have gone with me?"
"Most assuredly."
Now Harry looked somewhat suspicious. "And would you have danced with me too? Kept everyone on the dance floor away from me?"
Severus nodded slowly. "Without a doubt."
Harry looked away again. "Too bad we'll never find out."

Turn that knife, Harry.

"Severus?"
Lucius reentered and Harry smiled at him. It was forced though, and Severus wondered if Lucius could tell as easily as he could.
"Is everything all right?" Harry asked.
"Everything's fine, Harry. Hermione asked me to convey that she will contact you tomorrow." Lucius leaned over and kissed him.

Bloody bastard.

Lucius turned to Severus. "I think we should get Harry to bed," he said. Looking to Harry he asked, "Shall I carry you?"

Will you curse him, please?

Harry stood up slowly. "No, I'm all right," he said, looking down at the bloody rag now in his hand. The flow from his forehead had completely stopped and Harry picked up the other vials Severus had brought from the end table.
"Are you sure?"
Harry nodded and gave Severus a glance. "Thanks," he said.
Severus inclined his head.
Lucius was hovering over Harry as if he might collapse. "Harry?"
"I'm fine," he said and then grumbled, "I can bloody well get myself to bed."
Severus almost snorted. More than likely, Harry just didn't want anymore touching.

Especially the painful kind - which yours was not.

Severus would have to think on that particular theory he decided as he watched Harry move slowly, if only slightly unsteadily, out of the room. Then Lucius turned to him.
"I'd like to thank you for coming to our aid so readily, Severus."
"It was no inconvenience," Severus assured him. "Draco called and I came."
Lucius nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. It seems my intended requires a great deal of looking after."

Bloody fool. Harry can take care of himself. He just needs a bit of a safety net.

Severus let Lucius' comment pass. If he had more time, it would have to been easier to just let Lucius' sycophantic smothering drive Harry away. However, with the brat's stubborn loyalty, Severus couldn't afford to wait.
"I'll be available whenever you need me, Lucius," Severus said instead. "You know that."
Lucius smiled, but it was somewhat smug. "You're a good friend, Severus."
Severus nodded in acknowledgement, but neither was really fooled by the other.
Severus moved to the fireplace. "Potter should be fine in the morning," he said. "A sound night's sleep and a good breakfast should be adequate."
Lucius nodded.
"I've left him a hangover remedy and some more pain potion if needed, but I didn't notice any power drain."
This time Lucius looked surprised.
"He does have more raw magic then you or I have ever seen," Severus pointed out.
"Indeed," Lucius agreed and this time his smile was predatorial. "My Harry is a wonder."

His Harry? Just hex him. No one will know.

Severus simply inclined his head and grabbed a fistful of Floo powder. "Do let me know if you require anything more, or if he is not better by tomorrow."
"I will, Severus," Lucius replied.
Severus left quickly before he actually did hex the man. Severus knew that if he was successful in foiling Lucius� plans, it would be retaliation enough.
******
Harry woke to the gentle touch of Lucius' fingers trailing down his cheek. It didn't hurt this morning, and Harry sighed with relief.
"How are you feeling?"
He also noticed that nothing else seemed to hurt either. "Glad that Severus gave me that hangover potion," he muttered.
Lucius gave him an indulgent smile. "Rest, Harry. That kind of power expenditure can be very draining," he said. "Then have a nice lunch. I have a surprise for you tonight."
A surprise? Harry swallowed hard.

You hate surprises. Severus knew that.

Harry pushed thoughts of Severus away.
Lucius' smile was beautiful now and he nodded. "Yes. I think you will like it."
Harry sighed when he left, but he was unable to get back to sleep. His mind couldn't let go of the recent happenings. It filled with images, memories of Severus caring for him. Some from last night, others from months ago. Like that time that he spent in Severus' bed, when Severus had watched over him all night. Of when they first started their 'association' when Severus used to ply potions down his throat to make him sleep.
When he told Harry that he didn't have to do everything himself anymore. That he wasn't alone.
That ache crept back inside his chest and clutched at his heart.
Even though he had taunted Severus the night before, Harry knew he had only done it to hurt him. He still loved the greasy bastard. And while Severus had been fussing over him, Harry had felt so cared for - so loved in return.

Yes, guilt is a good motivation for conciliatory actions.

Harry frowned, recalling that yes, Severus had felt guilty about locking him out of his chambers that horrible night, so many months ago. But what did Severus have to feel guilty about now?

Maybe about breaking your heart? Making you feel-

But that would only make him feel guilty if he cared, if he didn't want to hurt Harry. But he said Harry was only his duty, that their relationship was a lie.

Maybe that in itself was a lie?

Harry was getting another headache just trying to figure it out. Instead of dwelling on it any more, he pulled himself out of bed and got dressed. He called Frozzy and ordered some food, the he let in the post owl that had started pecking at his window.
The note was from Bill about the rates for cursebreaking lessons and it included a tentative schedule for classes. It cheered Harry up immensely, enough so that when he got downstairs, he was able to dig into his lunch appreciatively.
The tea tasted a bit off but the house elf said it was a power restorative mixture to help with his drain from the night before. It was the second time he'd heard that his wild spell casting had been 'draining.' Harry hadn't felt drained in any way, at least not magically. True, he had felt like crap, but Harry was sure that was from all the scotch he'd imbibed.
After lunch, he went back to his room to write back to Bill. He decided to take the course, and that any schedule Bill made was fine by him. It wasn't like Harry had anything else to do. He also decided that even if Lucius didn't want to pay for it, that he would pay himself. He could afford it. Plus, it sounded like an interesting line of work. Should anything go wrong with his contract with Lucius, he could always use it to fall back on as a career.
Satisfied, he called Hedwig and attached the note to her leg. After an affectionate nip, she took off out the window and Harry watched her fly away. He couldn't help but admire her. Sometimes he felt acute disappointment that his animagus form wasn't a bird.
The pain hit so suddenly and so sharply that Harry hit his knees, doubling over as his stomach cramped.
*****

You're going to tell him everything this time, right?

Severus ignored his inner voice, his attention on the mirror as he buttoned the last fastening of his waistcoat. The most important thing was to get Harry to listen. To make Harry believe what Lucius intended to do, and how insidious it really was.
Once Harry was free of Lucius, they could begin to work on their own defective relationship.

Defective? Is that what you're calling it?

Severus summoned his resolve and left the castle, determined to set at least some things right today.
********
"What are you saying, Draco?"
Draco spun from his pacing, to look at the person standing in the green flames of his Floo. "Haven't you been listening? My father is planning something."
"Something to do with Harry?"
"Yes. He's very serious about getting Harry to stay."
"But-"
"Look, Hermione, I'm not about to turn on my father, but I think it's wrong for either of them to settle when it's obvious that Harry's in love with someone else."
"What is your father planning?"
"I have my suspicions but I'm not positive."
"But it's some sort of trick?"
Draco nodded.
"But what can we do?" cried Hermione. "Especially if you don't want to betray your father's confidence?"
Draco felt the wards buzz. "Shh, there's someone here." He turned away from the fire. "Frozzy," he called. The house-elf popped before him instantly. "Who's at the door?"
"It's Professor Severus, sir," he house-elf replied with a bob of his head. "I've sent him to the library to await Master Harry."
Draco dismissed the elf and turned back to the fire with a satisfied grin. "I guess we won't have to do anything," he said.
"Professor Snape is there?"
"Yes," Draco said.
"You're supposed to leave for your internship."
"Yes, it's perfect." Draco rubbed his hands together. "I'm meeting Father at Hugo's for lunch then he's taking me to Master St. Claire's. They'll have the place to themselves."
"But-"
"Hermione, I've got to go before they see me. I'll firecall you later."
"Okay. I'll talk to you soon."
Hermione disappeared from the flames and Draco swung his cloak around his body. He was all packed and had said goodbye to Harry earlier. Now it was up to Severus.
*****
Harry entered the library cautiously. Severus was here - again. Part of him was thrilled. The part that wanted to grab him and snog him senseless. Another part of him was hurt. Hurt that the man wouldn't leave him alone to get on with his life.

What life?

Well, true. Maybe it wasn't much of a life right now, but at least he wasn't alone. At least he was safe and content.

You mean numb and in hiding.

Maybe Harry could ask Severus how to get his damned inner voice to shut up.
"Hello, Harry."
The fact that Severus had called him 'Harry' caught him off guard immediately. He covered his surprise.
"What can I do for you, Professor Snape?"
"How are you feeling today?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'm fine," he said. "Is this a check-up call?"
Severus sighed. "No." He stood up from the couch and paced a few steps away. "I'm afraid I come bearing unfavorable news."
Harry's heart dropped. Maybe this was about his scar and the research they'd been doing. "Is it about my headaches?"
Severus looked up sharply. "Oh - no," he quickly said. "I'm afraid we're still researching the curse."
Harry nodded, a little relieved that the unfavorable news wasn't about the curse. "So what's the problem?"
"It's about Lucius."
Concerned, Harry stepped further into the room. "Is he alright? Did something happen?" he asked. "He's supposed to be with Draco."
"Yes, he's fine," Severus said. He looked nervous, which unsettled Harry. "It's something a bit more sinister."
"Sinister?" Now Harry was confused.
"Lucius is going to do something very�" he trailed off.
Harry swallowed. Was it so bad that Snape couldn't even say it? "What?" he prompted.
"Unconscionable. "
"What?"
"Underhanded." Severus moved closer and looked down at Harry. He looked sad. "He's going to trick you into staying with him."
Relieved, Harry snorted. "We have a contract. He doesn't need to trick me."
"You don't understand how his mind works, Harry. He wants you to want to stay with him. He wants-"
Harry became angry. "You just can't stand the thought of him touching me, can you?"
"Harry-"
Severus just couldn't let Harry be happy. "You always were possessive with me and it must be making you crazy that I am with Lucius now."
"Please listen to me-"
Harry shook his head. "Well, you had me, Severus, and you gave me up."
Severus nodded, looking away. Softly, sadly, he said, "I know."
Harry blinked at the admission. "So what do you care what he does?"
"Because I don't think you deserve to be tricked."
"You didn't feel that way when you tricked me into thinking-"
"I wasn't trying to trick you!" Severus shouted defensively.
"Then what were you doing?" Harry dared. "And what makes you think that I care-"
"Bloody brat!" Severus growled, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling Harry to him. Closing his mouth over Harry's lips, he thrust his tongue between the gasping lips.
The feelings that converged on Harry as Severus' taste filled his mouth once more were overpowering. His body practically melted into the strong arms as they gathered him closer.
Although Severus' tongue dominated his own, Harry had no difficulty meeting the kiss stroke for stroke, nip by nip. When Severus lifted his head, they were both panting and Harry felt the soaring of his soul for the first time in ages.
"Will you shut up and listen now?" Severus whispered breathlessly.
Harry scowled. "No," he said, wrapping his hands around Severus' face. He forcefully pulled Severus head closer again and crushed his mouth over his lips again.
It was like his body was screaming for completion now. That one taste wasn't enough. Need and desire coursed through his blood, sending want and impatience to his now throbbing erection. It had come upon him so quickly; Harry couldn't quite understand it. All he knew was that Severus was here, and they were both aroused. His body had missed this man's touch and now it wouldn't stop until it got what it needed.
He pressed against Severus' length, his hands clutching at his cloak and his mouth demanded more of the hot kisses. Harry was beyond caring. He wanted Severus now.
******
Severus had only kissed him to shut him up, but Harry's reaction was startling. It was if Harry's body had suddenly come to life after a long sleep. His response was overwhelming and Severus was unprepared for his own reaction to it.
The taste of Harry, the feel of Harry against him again was bliss, like coming home, and Severus pulled roughly at the brat's clothes until his shirt was open and he could touch that perfect smooth skin. Oh, how he had missed it. His hands ran unabashed over the satin covered muscle, brushing over hard nipples and reacquainting with sensitive spots.
Harry groaned and gasped against his mouth, his own hands busy as they, too, tore at Severus' robe and waistcoat until they were on the floor. Then the beloved callused hands moved over his body. Already familiar with the terrain, Harry knew just where to touch to push Severus to the limits.
"Harry," Severus murmured, moving his mouth around Harry's jaw to his throat. Merlin, how he had missed this throat. Harry continued to moan, his head thrown back as he tried to undo Severus' trousers.
Severus turned them toward the couch, pulling Harry's jeans open.
"Need you, Sev'rus," Harry gasped, his hands stroking over Severus chest. He yanked on one of Severus' nipples, making Severus growl and pull at Harry's hands. Temporarily thwarted, Harry moved his hands to his own jeans and quickly pulled them off, kicking off his shoes in the process.
Standing before him in nothing but his socks, Harry reached for Severus again. Severus marveled at the desire in the dark green gaze and the impatience in Harry's copiously dripping cock. He was so achingly young and beautiful, and he still wanted Severus.
Severus briefly recalled the reason why he was there in the first place, but Harry's reddened lips closed over his again and his nubile body pressed against him, ending all coherent thought.
He quickly disposed of his trousers and pants and pressed Harry into the couch. Skin on skin caused them both to groan and their erections rubbing together made Harry whimper. It was happening so fast. Harry seemed so desperate, it was like he hadn't made love in ages.

Or something else is driving him.

"Need you now," Harry said, opening his legs to cradle Severus' hips.
Severus gasped at the familiar fit, settled between Harry's thighs. He was hard and aching and his cock surged and strained against Harry's balls. He breathed in heavily, trying to control himself, and then lowered his mouth over Harry's again. Stroking his tongue against Harry's, he reached between them and pulled at Harry's desperate arousal.
He continued to stroke the engorged cock as he moved his mouth to his favorite spot on Harry's neck. Biting down and sucking, Severus increased the pressure on the cock until Harry arched and cried out, coming in Severus' hand.
Severus made quick work of collected Harry's seed in his hand and working his fingers in Harry's opening.
"Oh, yes," Harry cried, his hips still bucking as Severus worked his cock and his hole. "Please, more." His cock hadn't even softened completely.
Severus couldn't take anymore, using what was left of Harry's essence, Severus coated himself and pressed it into Harry's willing warmth. Harry let out a cry of pleasure and pain, his body arching and straining to the intruding presence.
Once enveloped by Harry's body, Severus had to pause. The pleasure was so intense that any sudden movement would have sent him over the edge. Slowly, he lifted Harry's legs until they rested on his shoulders and he angled himself from his knees.
Harry's body was writhing again, his hands over his head, clutching at the arm of the couch as he tried to impale himself further onto Severus' prick. The sight was arresting and Severus just savored it momentarily until Harry's pleas to hurry got the better of him.
Pulling out slightly, he thrust back in, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. He began a steady rhythm, pounding relentlessly into Harry's tight heat. Harry's body was bowed and he was rock hard again. Severus increased his pace, brushing against Harry's inner spot thrust after thrust.
Leaning down over the younger man, Severus began to kiss and nip the smooth skin of his chest and shoulder until he felt the tightness in his balls. Finding Harry's swollen mouth, he claimed it in a searing kiss and his hand once again closed over Harry's renewed erection.
One pull and one more thrust was all it took to send them both careening into blissful climax. He collapsed on Harry as shudders continued to rack their bodies from their shared orgasm.
The completeness, the rightness of it, filled Severus with a sated languor which lingered even as the body beneath him struggled. With reluctance, he pressed himself up so that Harry could move, and he tried to shift so they could wrap around each other in the peaceful afterglow.
Harry had other ideas.
*****
While Harry wanted nothing more than to snuggle beside Severus forever, his mind was a frenzy. It locked onto the fact that they'd had sex. In Lucius� house, no less. Harry had breached the contract.
It didn't matter that Harry was an all too willing partner, or that Harry had begged for it - needed it - more than he'd realized. The fact remained that now all the plans he had made, all the things he'd managed to come to terms with were gone.

Good riddance.

He pushed Severus off of him and jumped to his feet. "What have I done?" he moaned. He narrowed a look at Severus. "Look what you've made me do!"
"Harry," Severus began as he pulled himself to his feet. He started gathering his clothes, pulling them on, just as Harry had frantically been pulling on his jeans. Thankfully, Harry had automatically cast a cleaning charm on them as he got up. "I didn't mean-"
Harry thrust his arms into the sleeves of his shirt. "I know, damn it." He sat down and summoned his shoes. "My life is ruined - again," he muttered. "I can never have anything of my own. Something always happens to screw it up."
"Harry, if you'll just let me explain-"
"Explain what?"
"What I came to tell you," Severus said. "It will take some of the guilt-"
Harry snorted. "Oh, that's right. That awful thing Lucius was going to do to me," he scoffed. "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?"
"Harry-"
"What's going on here?"
They both jumped up and turned to the door. Lucius stood there, looking immaculate and - well, furious.
Harry wasn't going to lie or make light of it, even though it looked as if Severus would have agreed to anything Harry may have fabricated. "I'm sorry Lucius. I've breached our contract."
Lucius looked poleaxed. "Wh-what?" He took a step into the room, his eyes falling on Severus cloak that still lay on the floor.
Harry took a breath and squared his shoulders. "We had sex," he said. "I breached the contract."
Lucius eyes narrowed and he speared Severus with a look that had it been a hex would have been debilitating. Then he looked at Harry. "Harry, did you drink your tea this afternoon?"
Confused, Harry blinked. "Yes, but what does that have to do with-"
"You did it already, didn't you, Lucius?" Severus said angrily.
Harry turned to Severus. "Frozzy said it had a power restorative in it."
"You had no power drain," Severus said shortly and then turned to Lucius. "You bastard. How could you do that to him?"
"Do what?"
"Without even telling him? Discussing it first?"
Severus' anger was growing and Harry became apprehensive. "Telling who, what?" he asked.
"But you knew, didn't you?" Lucius sneered. "That's why you came here. To get to him first, so he'd want you again."
Severus chin inched up. "I didn't know you'd given it to him already."
"Says you!" Lucius barked.
"And it didn't happen like that," Severus defended, pointing at Harry. "Unlike you, I love him."
Surprised, Harry looked at Severus. "You do?"
Lucius snorted. "Indeed, Severus? You loved him so much you threw him over for-"
"I 'threw him over' so he could do better," Severus snapped. "So he could have a choice, someone good enough for him."
"And he chose me," Lucius shot back. "So it's all settled. He DID end up with someone better, someone good enough for him."
"Not someone who would treat him like a sex toy and then a breeding machine."
Harry was looking back and forth between the two men, amazed and surprised by what was happening. He wondered if either recalled that he was still there. The last statement certainly got his attention though. "A what?"
"Not someone who would give him a male pregnancy potion without even consulting him first," Severus went on as if Harry hadn't spoken - or maybe it was because he knew Harry was listening.
"A what?" Harry said again, his own anger growing now.
"But you've fixed that haven't you?" Lucius said bitterly. "Coming over here and taking what's mine. Just so-"
"Enough!" Accompanied by a blast that shook all the furniture in the room, Harry finally got their attentions. "Let me get this straight." He turned to Severus. "You loved me and pushed me away because you thought you weren't good enough for me?"
Severus nodded. "Yes."
Harry sucked in a breath, absorbing the admission. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turned to Lucius. "And you wanted me to get your name restored and-"
"But I want so much more now, Harry," Lucius said earnestly. " My feelings for you have grown and-"
"So you decided to ensure that I'd stay with you by making me pregnant?" Harry's voice rose.
"I wanted you to have your own family," Lucius said defensively.
Harry stood up taller. "Is that a yes?" Lucius inclined his head, his gaze falling. Harry spun back to Severus. "And you, you knew about this and you didn't tell me?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier-"
"But instead you-you-"
"That just happened, Harry, you know that."
With a growl of frustration, Harry turned and strode out of the room and up the stairs. He didn't stop until he was in his room. With a sweep of his arm, he summoned his things and sent them to his trunk. Shrinking them, he thrust everything he owned into his pockets and returned to the lower level.
The two men were now in the foyer, and were still shouting at each other. Harry had heard enough. He just could not deal with them right now. He was going to go somewhere he could think, and try to make sense of everything he'd heard.
Glaring the older men to silence, Harry summoned the contract. He opened the sealed parchment and found the words "Null and Void" inscribed across the surface. No penalties were listed or specific blame laid so Harry guessed they were both at fault.
He shoved it at Lucius, so that he could see the results of both their folly, and turned and walked towards the door.
Lucius briefly glanced at the contract. "Harry, where are you going?" he asked.
"To have my head examined," he muttered.
Severus snorted and Harry turned from the door and sent him a glare, but it couldn't sustain itself. He was just too tired of fighting.
"I did it out of love," Lucius swore. "I don't want to lose you over this. We'll make a new contract. It doesn't matter to me that you had sex with Severus just this once."
Harry looked at him, dumbfounded.
"Stay with me," Lucius went on. "I just want what's best for you. I want you to stay with me - love me?"
"You both have a very twisted way of trying to tell someone you love them," Harry said tiredly as he opened the door.
"Harry," they both started again.
"And you both would do well to remember that I can take care of myself."
"But I'd like to do it," said Lucius.
"And you shouldn't have to," said Severus.
Angry again, Harry turned back. ~Both of you,~ he said in Parseltongue, ~can go to hell!~ He noted smugly how both of their eyes lit with desire.
Transforming into a sleek black jaguar, he let out a fearsome roar and took off out the door. He just wanted to run, clear his mind. Hearing a high pitched shriek, he noticed Hedwig returning from her errand. She spotted him and, clever owl that she was, followed. Harry picked up speed, his powerful legs making long strides over the landscape. The air rushed across his fur, cooling his skin and easing his mind.
Behind him, just inside the open doorway, two men stood speechless. Watching the cat kick up dirt behind him, his faithful owl flying low over him, they could only stare.
"Do you think you've won, Severus?"
Severus spun towards his companion, drawing his wand out of reflex. Lucius' wand was already drawn.
"You haven't," Lucius continued angrily. "I'll get Harry back. You'll see."
"I wouldn't count on it, Lucius," Severus replied confidently. Now that Harry had seen Lucius' treachery, he'd be more cautious.
"And you've been any different to him?" Lucius taunted as if reading Severus' thoughts.
"I have a lot to make up for," Severus admitted.
"If you think he could forgive you, then he could forgive me as well."

Oh, just hex him already.

This time, Severus did. Lucius did too.
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