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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form and make no profit from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Assertion
- 2-Attack
- 3-Breakdown
- 4-Encounter
- 5-Punishment
- 6-Contact
- 7-Bitten
- 8-Scars
- 9-Play
- 10-Invitation
- 11-Abduction
- 12-Obedience
- 13-Tease
- 14-Learning
- 15-Venture
- 16-Protecting
- 17-Mistakes
- 18-Visit
- 19-Impromptu
- 20-Trigger
- 21-Healing
- 10
- 11
- 12
Special thanks to Mazama for correcting the French parts! You rock ^_^
All righty, here's the next chapter for all y'all. Hope everyone enjoys it!
Warnings: much foreign language speak (specifically French) - which I'm not sure how to do best, so unless someone suggests I should change it, for now translations will be at the bottom after the chapter, but before the A/N - profanity, bashfulness, ogling, a sexy former Potions professor, a not-so-sure-of-himself Harry, much fluffiness and cuteness, some naughtiness on Severus' part ... and lots of fun! You have been warned.
Chapter Eleven
“So, what’s up?” Ron suddenly asked as he dismounted his broom beside Harry on the Hogwart’s Quidditch pitch. Professor McGonagall had opened the pitch for Harry to get in proper flying condition for his first classes, which were to start on the tenth of September.
Harry blinked and looked up. “Huh?”
“Oh, come on, mate. You’ve been distracted all morning. What’s going on?”
Was he that obvious? Well, duh, he thought. If Ron could tell something was going on, he had to have been really, really distracted. “Sorry. It’s nothing. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“Does this have to do with why you were half starving yourself before? Cause, honestly Harry, that was pretty bloody weird. Ya scared me. For a while there it looked like you might even be suicidal.”
“Was I really that bad?” Harry wondered sheepishly.
“Uh, yeah, mate, it was bad. You’re looking better now, but … should I be worried?”
Chuckling a little at the almost scared look his best friend was wearing, Harry shook his head. “Nah, I’m fine. I’m … well, I’m seeing someone, actually.”
“Seeing someone? What, for counseling or something?”
Harry laughed outright this time. Snape, a therapist. He quickly sobered, though. If he thought about it, Snape was kind of like a therapist for him. “No, I meant I’m seeing someone. You know, as in dating?”
“Oh!” Ron exclaimed, looking relieved. “That’s why your head’s all up in the clouds. What’s she like?”
“Well … actually, our first date is tonight. I’m honestly a little nervous about it.”
“Do I know her?”
“Yeah. We met in school a few times …” Well, a lot, since he was our teacher, but Ron doesn’t need to know that.
“Oh. Is she older than you? Is that why you’re so nervous?”
“Mm … kind of.”
“What do you mean ‘kind of’?' She’s not a Slytherin, is she?”
“What’s wrong with a Slytherin?” Harry demanded. They weren’t in school anymore.
Surprised by Harry’s snappy response, Ron held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Nothing! Nothing at all. They’re just … you know, a little high maintenance is all. But if that works for you, then I’m all for it.”
Snape wasn’t just any Slytherin, he was the Head of Slytherin House. It was somewhat hard to think of Snape being high maintenance, though. Demanding suited him much better.
Still uneasy, Harry nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
“Where you taking her?”
“Um … not sure. It’s actually a double date. Draco set it up.”
“Malfoy!” Ron grimaced, “You know, I never understood why you started hanging out with him. I mean, I get it that he was kinda forced into the Death Eater thing, I really do, but he’s still a stuck-up git.”
“To you, yeah,” Harry pointed out with a laugh. “He likes pushing your buttons. It’s just too easy to get a rise out of you. He’s really not that bad once you get to know him.”
“Uh huh,” Ron muttered with a look that clearly said he wasn’t buying it. “Won’t a double date with him be kind of awkward, though, considering he’s … you know … bent? You’re not turning gay, are you? Not that I have anything against it, Charlie’s that way, but still. I mean, I know you were all tore up about Ginny, but—”
“Ron,” Harry growled, bringing the redhead up short. “I’m bi-sexual, remember? I’m not suddenly turning gay. I told you that before we were even out of school.”
“Oh … er … right. Sorry, I forgot. Is your date a bloke then?”
“Er … yeah, he is. I’ve never dated a guy before, though.” Fooling around with Draco before he'd started seriously dating Ginny didn’t count. “Should I … I dunno … get him anything?”
“Woah, mate,” Ron said, holding up his hands. “You’re talking to the wrong Weasley. If you wanna know about that, you should have a talk with Charlie.”
“Right, sorry,” Harry replied, smiling briefly. He started to anxiously clench and unclench his hands around his broom without realizing what he was doing. He flicked his gaze toward his best friend. “Do you think I should get him something, though?”
Ron sighed, but grinned at him to show he wasn’t offended, sympathizing with his nervousness. He'd been pretty nervous when he'd first asked Hermione out. “Who’s paying?”
“He is.”
“Okay, um … awkward question, but are you a top or a bottom?”
Harry blushed. Talk about being blunt. “With him, I’m definitely going to be a bottom.”
“Controlling type, huh? ‘Mione’s the same sometimes, though she’ll deny it if you point it out. Being a bottom doesn’t bother you? You realize you’re gonna be the one taking it up the arse, right?”
Chewing his bottom lip, Harry realized he hadn’t really given the actual act of sex any thought. Would being a bottom to Snape bother him?
“You know … I don’t think it will bother me,” he finally murmured, blushing. More than not bothering him, the thought appealed to him a lot.
“You must really like the guy, huh?”
“It’s not really a matter of liking or disliking. He’s just … he’s someone I feel comfortable letting take charge.”
“Hm … you should probably still ask Charlie if you want a proper answer, but I’d say if he’s the top and he’s paying, those types of guys generally like to do the spoiling, so he’s probably not expecting you to get him anything. ‘Sides, it is only a first date.”
“Okay, I guess that makes sense.” He glanced over at his best friend, suddenly looking worried. “You’re not going to tell Hermione about this, right?”
“Not a word, mate.”
“Good,” Harry sighed, relieved. Hermione was smart and she had adapted to being a witch undeniably well, but there were a few prejudices held by most muggles that she still couldn’t let go of as a witch—prejudice against homosexuals being one of them. He especially didn’t want to have her find out about his date with Snape while she was pregnant. Her hormones made her extra moody and, therefore, extra scary when she was pissed.
“Well,” the redhead said as he shrunk his broom and stowed it and his wand away in his pocket. “I should probably be getting back. ‘Mione wanted me to attend some courses with her for when she goes into labor. She’ll be mad if I’m late.”
Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for coming to practice with me.”
“Sure thing, mate. Don’t forget to send us tickets when you coach your first game.”
“Right,” Harry laughed. “I’ll do that.”
With a wave, the redhead disapparated.
“That was some impressive flying, Mr. Potter.”
Startled by the familiar, sexy drawl of the Potions professor, Harry turned and grinned at the man's unexpected appearance. “Thanks. Um … can I ask why you’re here?”
“Do I need a reason to come out to the pitch to observe the man I’m going to be meeting for dinner later tonight?”
“Er … no, I guess not. What I meant was why are you here at the school? Classes don’t start for more than a week.”
“You are not the only professor with preparations to complete, Mr. Potter. Mine may not be of the same nature, but they are, nevertheless, important." Not waiting for Harry to reply, the older wizard glanced upward at the overcast sky. "I noticed you seemed to be having some difficulty performing certain maneuvers.”
“Oh … yeah. My balance is still pretty well shot, and my eyesight’s gotten worse. Makes flying a bit difficult. I’ll probably need to be getting new glasses soon.”
“Hmm …” Snape hummed, looking rather thoughtful. “If it’s such a bother, Mr. Potter, there are shops that sell spectacles that adjust automatically when your eyes change. There is also a certain potion that can be used to correct such problems. It is a fairly complicated potion, but if you are interested I can see about procuring the ingredients to brew it for you.”
“Really?” Harry asked excitedly. “That would be brilliant! Thank you, professor.” He bowed his head, suddenly embarrassed by his rather too enthusiastic outburst and whispered, “I’d really like that.”
“Severus, remember?”
Harry looked up. “I thought … that I was only allowed to call you that tonight at dinner.”
“That is what I said, however, I am giving you permission now—as long as you do not abuse the privilege—to use my first name when we are in private. Understood?”
Grinning foolishly, Harry nodded. “Yes, sir. Then … will you call me Harry?”
The corners of Severus’ lips curled up minutely. “I will think on it. To be perfectly frank, I much prefer to use the term ‘pet.’” He raised an eyebrow as he observed Harry’s reaction, noting the shudder that went through him and the lust that darkened his normally bright green eyes to more of a forest green. “And I see you agree with me.”
Swallowing, Harry ducked his head. “Y-Yes, sir.”
“Good. Tell me then, pet, do you have any engagements prior to our appointment tonight?”
Harry shuddered again and felt a thrill of pleasure run down his spine. Gods, he loved that pet name. “Um … well, I was going to see about buying something more appropriate to wear than what I have in my closet. Other than that, though, I don’t have anything going on.”
“Would you mind terribly if I abducted you for a while?”
Eyes widening, Harry mutely shook his head. His mouth felt dry, his tongue clumsy. It was as if the man’s words had been a spell, binding his voice and making his heart race frantically in his chest and ears. He couldn’t hear anything except that smooth, erotic voice asking him if he minded being abducted, echoing in his mind over and over again under the hot and heavy pulse of his blood. Where, didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the man striding confidently toward him, his eyes burning like black fire. Then the Potions master slipped an arm around his waist, pulled him tight into his side, and apparated them away.
Harry gasped, and would have stumbled if not for the arm around his waist. Severus chuckled. “Git,” Harry grumbled. “You could have warned me.”
“Yes,” Severus murmured, his voice low and decidedly husky as it ghosted over the shell of Harry’s ear from behind, “but if I did that then I would have no cause to be standing so close to you, would I?”
“T-True,” Harry stuttered, his breaths coming shallow and short. “Thanks … I guess.”
Smirking, Severus stepped back and let him go. “You’re welcome.”
It was only when the Dom moved away that Harry was able to take in his surroundings. “Um … sir?”
“Hm?”
“Where are we?” He could see they were in a wizarding district, but that was all. All the signs on the buildings, and even the street signs, were in a language he couldn’t read.
“Sorcière de la rue. Witch’s Street in Versailles, France.”
“France?!” Harry almost shouted, too shocked to take much notice of the attention his outburst was attracting.
Severus looked amused. “Yes, Mr. Potter, this is France. I suspected you did not have appropriate attire set aside for tonight. Therefore, I took the liberty of abducting you to bring you here, De Sorciers à Sorciers.”
Harry looked up at the sign above the bronze double doors to the store they had apparated in front of, trying to sound out the name according to the way the older wizard had pronounced it. He noticed below the name there was an inscription in English that read:
Dress to impress. Wizards to Wizards offers the finest apparel for all occasions. Made by wizards, for wizards.
He then returned his attention to Severus who was watching him patiently. “A-Are you buying clothes, too?”
“Yes, I believe I will. My wardrobe has been somewhat lacking of late. I have not had occasion to wear dress apparel since before the war. Shall we go in?” Harry nodded and he waited as the raven-haired youth took out his wand and shrunk his broom down to fit in his pocket. Then, with his hand on the younger wizard’s lower back, Severus escorted his date inside the stylish clothing store.
A man in a rather striking tuxedo greeted them with a bow. “Bonsoir, Monsieur Snape. Il est bon de vous revoir.”
“Bonsoir, Monsieur Pelletier,” Severus replied in perfect French. “Pareillement.”
Harry blinked and then stared. Snape … no, Severus was speaking French! He didn’t know the man knew any other languages. Looking dumbly from one man to the other, Harry could do nothing but listen and wait—not that he understood anything the two men were saying, but he did like the sound of Severus’ voice as he spoke in smooth, perfectly even tones that made heat curl tightly in the pit of his stomach.
“Que puis-je faire pour vous ce soir?”
Severus swept his arm out toward Harry. “Monsieur Pelletier, je voudrais vous présenter mon rendez-vous de ce soir, Monsieur Harry Potter.”
Hearing his name, Harry’s attention—focused on Severus’ mesmerizing lips—snapped up to his dark eyes and then over to the other man. The man’s face was slack with surprise as he looked Harry over. Harry felt his cheeks heat. He hated being stared at. It didn’t matter that he had no idea what Severus was saying to the man.
Suddenly the man took a step forward and seized both of Harry’s hands in his and started to vigorously shake them. “Ah, Monsieur Potter, je suis ravi de vous rencontrer! Absolument ravi!”
Harry, having no idea what the man was saying, merely nodded and smiled dumbly as the man rattled off words in rapid French.
“Si vous avez besoin de quoi que ce soit, Monsieur Potter, n'hésitez pas! Vous avoir dans notre magasin est un véritable honneur. Je n'arrive pas à y croire! Je n'arrive pas à croire que vous soyez ici. Je n'oublierai jamais ce jour. Jamais, jusqu'à la fin de mes jours. Pourquoi--”
“Merci, Monsieur Pelletier, ça suffira,” Severus interrupted, putting his hand on the man’s arm and politely removing his hands from Harry's.
The man promptly released him and stepped back with an apologetic bow to Severus. When he straightened, his tone of voice was all business again. “Pardonnez-moi Monsieur Snape, je ne voulais pas vous importuner. Que puis-je faire pour vous et votre compagnon?”
“Tout d'abord, j'apprécierais que vous alliez chercher un interprète. Harry ne parle pas français.”
“Oui, bien sûr Monsieur Snape. Si vous voulez bien m'excuser un moment, je vous le ramène de suite.”
“What was that all about?” Harry asked as he watched the Frenchman in the tuxedo walk away. “I don’t think I have to tell you this, but I didn’t understand a single word of what you two said.”
“Indeed, which is why I asked him to retrieve a translator.”
“Oh.”
The Potions master’s lips twitched. “Indeed,” he repeated.
It wasn’t long before the tuxedo man returned along with another, older man—also in a tuxedo. Harry wondered if that was a requirement for the employees of the high-end clothing store. Mr. Pelletier gestured to the other gentleman.
“Good evening, sirs,” the translator greeted them in perfect English. “My name is Mr. Johannes Wellsworth. I will be your translator this evening. Are you in need of a two-way translation?”
“One-way will be fine,” Severus replied. “Two-way is time consuming.”
“Very well. Are we ready to begin, then?” At Severus’ nod, the translator turned to his employer. “Prêt, Monsieur Pelletier.”
“Bien, à présent, que pouvons-nous faire pour vous Monsieur Snape?”
“Now, Mr. Snape, what can we do for you?” Mr. Wellsworth translated.
“Monsieur Potter et moi-même avons besoin de tenues pour ce soir,” Severus replied to whatever question the man asked. “L'argent n'est pas un problème.”
Harry frowned, somewhat frustrated that Severus hadn’t thought a two-way translation necessary, but tried to piece together the conversation from what the translator said despite the restriction.
“Décontracté? Habillé? Entre les deux? Ou peut-être recherchez-vous quelque chose de plus osé?” Mr. Pelletier asked.
“Casual? Formal? In-between? Or, perhaps, you are looking for something a little more risqué?” the translator repeated in English.
Harry flushed at that last part and glanced between Severus and the store owner/manager, wondering if they were talking about his former professor’s taste in clothes, or if they might have been talking about his own. The thought, somehow, made his stomach tight.
“Plutôt décontracté s'il-vous-plait. Monsieur Potter n'est pas habitué aux tenues habillées. Je voudrais le voir dans un pantalon simple ... de préférence noir. Pour ce qui est du dessus, une chemise blanche à manches longues et à col ouvert fera l'affaire. Ca doit être assez moulant, serré au niveau de la poitrine et des épaules et ajusté autour de l'abdomen et des bras.”
The man looked at Harry again, his gaze scrutinizing him from head to toe while he nodded thoughtfully. “Très bien. Nous pouvons vous faire ça. Et pour vous Monsieur Snape?”
“Very good,” Mr. Wellsworth said, also looking at Harry before turning back to the Potions master, confirming that it was something about him and not Severus. “We can do that. And for yourself, Mr. Snape?”
“En ce qui me concerne, je voudrais une chemise de soie vert foncée à manches longues, une écharpe noire en soie et un pantalon noir classique. Nous aurons aussi besoin de demi-capes noires.”
“Parfait! Maintenant, si vous et Monsieur Potter voulez bien me suivre à l'arrière pour prendre vos mesures, vos vêtements seront prêts dans l'heure. En attendant, n'hésitez pas à jeter un œil à notre collection de chaussures et d'accessoires.”
“Wonderful! Now, if you and Mr. Potter will follow me around to the back for measurements your clothes should be finished within the hour. During your wait, feel free to browse our shoe and accessory collection.”
Severus inclined his head to both Mr. Pelletier and the translator as they left. “Merci.” He then looked over at his companion with a small smile for his bewildered and wary, yet still patient look. “Follow me, pet.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I was simply giving Mr. Pelletier instructions as to the style of clothing we would like.”
“We?”
Severus raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Does it displease you that I wish to dress you for our date?”
Flushing, Harry looked down. “No, sir. According to Draco, I couldn’t dress myself to impress house elves. Honestly, I have no idea what I would look good in. I would usually just let the store assistant find something that looked halfway decent and leave it at that.”
Severus shook his head at him. “That would never do.”
Harry laughed nervously. “That’s what Draco says, but I can’t exactly help it when I only had Dudley’s baggy hand-me-downs to choose from for half my life.”
“Monsieur Snape? Si vous voulez bien vous tenir ici s'il-vous-plait, je vais chercher le couturier de ce pas,” Mr. Pelletier said when they caught up to him, gesturing to the floor in front of him.
“Mr. Snape? If you would stand here, please, I will bring the tailor right out.”
Severus nodded to Mr. Pelletier, giving Harry’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before going to stand where the man indicated he should. Bowing to them both, the man left.
Moments later a woman walked into the room, followed closely by the shop owner. “Monsieur Snape, Monsieur Potter, laissez-moi vous présentez Mademoiselle Dubois.”
“Mr. Snape, Mr. Potter,” Mr. Wellsworth said politely, “let me introduce you to Mrs. Dubois.”
“Good afternoon, Monsieur Snape, Monsieur Potter,” the woman greeted with a graceful nod of her head, ignoring the two men as they took their leave. “Eet eez a pleazure to meet you. I weel be your tailour today.”
Harry grinned in relief and returned the greeting enthusiastically. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Dubois.”
Smiling slightly at Harry’s reaction to the woman’s proficiency in the English language, Severus returned her nod with a polite bow. “The pleasure is ours, Mademoiselle Dubois.”
“We weel begin wiz you, Monsieur Snape. Pleaze change into zeeze,” she requested, holding out clothes that fit the style he had described. “If zhere is anysing displeazing about zem beyond ze way zey fit, pleaze let me know and I weel zee about ‘aving eet corrected.” She looked him over once, nodded, and then left him to change.
Harry shifted uncomfortably and started to edge toward the door. “Um … I should probably … er … go out, too.”
“Do not be ridiculous,” Severus said impatiently as he waved his hand, magically undoing the rows of tiny clasps and buttons on his usual potion brewing attire. “We are both men, Mr. Potter. Neither of us possesses anything the other has not seen before despite slight differences in appearance. Stay.”
Swallowing thickly, Harry bowed his head, letting his fringe cover what it could of Severus as the man removed the long-sleeved, thigh-length over robe and started on the white shirt beneath. “Yes, sir.”
Realizing what he had just done without meaning to, Severus sighed and turned to face his younger companion. “That was not an order, pet. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will not force you to remain. I was merely pointing out that having you leave would be impractical; simply turning your back would be more than sufficient.”
Smiling in relief, Harry turned his back and replied with a soft, “Thank you, sir.” It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen men naked before. With Severus, it was just somehow … different. He wanted to see what the man looked like beneath his robes, he couldn’t deny that, but at the same time, he was hesitant to do so. Not because he thought the man would be unattractive, but precisely because he knew he would be gorgeous. Regardless of what Severus might truly look like in a physical sense, he knew already that he would be attracted to him. He would inevitably want to touch in an altogether inappropriate way, and that was too much right now, too fast.
After a short, somewhat awkward silence, the rustling of cloth stopped. “You can turn around now, pet.”
Relieved that the awkwardness had lifted, Harry turned, and stared. He swallowed thickly, wondering where all the saliva in his mouth had gone. Severus was standing nonchalantly in front of him, hands smoothing out the new clothes over a firm chest and trim waist, his head down as he looked himself over critically.
“Doesn’t fit quite right, but everything else looks decent enough.”
“Decent enough?” Harry repeated before he could stop himself. He flushed when the man looked up, the right corner of his lips curling into a sly little smirk.
“Is it not decent, Mr. Potter? If it is not to your taste, should I, perhaps, ask for something different?”
Mutely, Harry shook his head.
“No?” Arching his brow, Severus glided a few predatory paces toward him and then stopped. “Do explain what you mean then, pet.”
“I … I only meant to say … that … well, it looks—I mean, you’re … th-the clothes are—”
“Potter.”
The warning tone and the firm use of his surname made Harry swallow what he had been about to stutter out next. “S-Sorry, Master.”
“Severus,” the older wizard corrected gently. “I am not your Master yet.”
Not yet, Harry couldn’t help thinking, but you’re confident you will be soon. Merlin, and I hope you’re right. “Severus,” he repeated obediently.
“Now, pet, think about what you want to say and then say it.”
Nodding a little more confidently, Harry took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and then blurted out before his courage failed him, “Nothing needs to be changed. Y-You look amazing.” There, that was much better. He only tripped over himself once.
Then the Potions master was moving toward him again, and he couldn’t speak for the unexpected softness of the man’s smile and the gentleness in his black eyes.
Reaching out slowly with one hand, Severus grasped the back of the younger wizard’s neck and pulled him close, brushing his lips against Harry’s forehead across the faded lightning-shaped scar. “Thank you,” he murmured.
A knock came on the door and Severus went back to where he was supposed to be standing as the tailor entered with a small kit in hand. Harry, for his part, retreated to lean unsteadily against the wall. For an instant there, he had thought the man was going to kiss him. Like kiss him, kiss him.
A part of him was disappointed he hadn’t, but another, far stronger part, was relieved. He had kissed before, with Cho and then later with Ginny. They were different, though. The kisses he had shared with Cho had been childish with all the uncertainty of youth. The ones with Ginny had started out the same way. Later they had developed into something more, but they rarely shared any kind of open-mouthed or French kisses. He’d even kissed with Draco a few times for the sake of experimentation. They were nice, hot and wet and far different from the one’s he’d shared with Cho and Ginny, but still felt as if something was missing. With Severus … With Severus he knew if the man were to kiss him it would be intense. The older wizard did everything with the same kind of single-minded concentration with which he brewed potions.
He watched Miss Dubois pin Severus’ clothes in areas she felt needed alteration, the time it took giving him the minutes he needed to steady himself and get a handle on his emotions. When she was done, she left to allow Severus privacy in which to change and Harry again turned his back.
The silence that descended on them felt heavy and awkward, broken only when Miss Dubois returned with Harry’s clothes and told him to change into them while she retrieved the clothes Severus had taken off. He held the garments to his chest self-consciously when the tailor left, his back partially turned to Severus.
“Pet, you need not be nervous. I will leave or turn my back if you ask me to. You are entitled to your privacy.”
“Well … it just seems like that would be kind of stupid since you’ve already seen me—” He stopped with a sharp gasp when Severus’ arm wrapped around him from behind and his hand covered his mouth, having not heard the other approach.
“It is not stupid to feel embarrassed or self-conscious, pet. The situation then and the situation now are different. What is your decision?”
He lifted his hand and Harry licked his lips and turned to face the Potions master before answering. “I … guess I’m okay with … w-with you staying and … and watching.”
Severus nodded once and then retreated to the wall, leaning against it in what the younger wizard supposed must be casual for him, but seemed gloriously sensual to Harry. He shuddered as the man crossed his arms, his eyelids falling half-closed, urging him to begin.
Closing his eyes and taking a few steadying breaths, Harry nodded to himself and then bent his head, focusing on his shaking hands as they grasped the hem of the sweater he had worn to play Quidditch and jerked it up over his head, depositing it near his feet on the floor. He took off the shirt underneath that—it was cold in the air, after all—kicked off his shoes and socks, and then stripped off his pants, aware all the while of Severus’ eyes on him, devouring every inch of his exposed body. The intense gaze had him panting quietly. His skin felt too warm for him even as he shivered in the cool air. His face was hot with embarrassment, but he mustered up his courage and raised his head to meet the burning, lustful eyes of the older wizard. The man’s tongue flicked out of his mouth and Harry’s eyes followed it as it swept across his thin lips and back into that smirking mouth. His cock gave an involuntary twitch.
“Don’t,” Severus ordered, pushing himself away from the wall when Harry attempted to cover his crotch. His confident stride brought him to stand a short distance from the green-eyed youth and with firm, but gentle hands he moved the younger man’s hands away from the front of his boxer briefs. “Do not cover yourself. Your reaction is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m … not really ashamed of it,” Harry whispered, unable to get his voice to come out any louder. “It just startled me is all. Besides the last time we met, I haven’t really had any … er … reactions. I thought … well, after that time, I thought it was because I might not be able to … you know … get it up without there being any pain.”
“Does it please you that you now know you can?” Severus inquired curiously.
“Maybe … a little,” Harry admitted, ducking his head. “It worried me quite a bit when I didn’t have a reaction around Ginny after the war. I thought maybe the war had sucked any sort of … desire out of me. But … with you it’s different. I like pain, and I can admit that I like it, and I know that you like to … give me that pain, so it doesn’t worry me as much now.”
“That is as it should be.”
Harry jumped when a knock came on the door before it started to open. He panicked and leapt to shut it again, but Severus was faster.
“Give us a few more minutes, Mademoiselle Dubois,” Severus smoothly requested through the barrier of the door as it again clicked shut.
“Of course, Monsieur Snape.” She raised her voice, “Monsieur Potter, pleaze take as long az you need.”
Though he knew she couldn’t be referring to his predicament with Severus, he still felt heat flooding up into his face and across the back of his neck. Severus smirked as he turned back to face him, clearly guessing what he was thinking. “Assistants pour Assistants is not simply a high class clothing store, Mr. Potter. When they say the clothes are made by wizards, for wizards, it is because they make clothes that appeal specifically to the male gender.” Seeing the worry behind the younger wizard’s enchanting emerald eyes, Severus chuckled lightly. “They are renowned for their discretion, pet, have no fear.”
“O-Okay. What do we do now? I can’t have her coming in here while I look like this.”
“You have three choices. Four, if you include simply dressing and letting her make of your state as she will. However, I doubt you will choose that. Therefore, your first choice is to get yourself off. Let me make it clear that I will not be leaving the room while you do so,” he warned before Harry could say anything. He smiled cruelly when the younger man snapped his mouth shut. “Second, you may ask for my assistance. I realize you may be uncomfortable with the first and second options, which is why I have included the third. Should you so choose, there is a spell I know that will temporarily suppress your desire. It will solve your problem for a time, but it will wear off and your erection will return. When that will be, I cannot say.” Severus knew which one his young date was most likely choose given the awkwardness in his expression, but he waited to hear his answer in any case. He had been wrong before, especially where it concerned the wizarding world’s boy hero.
Trembling slightly, Harry took a deep, steadying breath before asking, “Then … um … c-could you turn around so I can …?”
Severus felt all expression drain from his face, a habit that still snuck up on him from when he was a spy infiltrating the Dark Lord’s ranks when he couldn’t afford to show that what had been said or shown had caught him off guard. Then he smiled and was met with a nervous, bashful grin from the beautiful, half-naked wizard in front of him. “Certainly, pet.”
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The conversation between Mr. Pelletier and Severus for anyone who's interested:
Mr. Pelletier: Good evening, Mr. Snape. It is good to see you again.
Severus: Good evening, Mr. Pelletier. It is good to see you, too.
Mr. Pelletier: Is there anything in particular you would like to purchase this afternoon?
Severus: Mr. Pelletier, I'd like to introduce you to my date for tonight, Mr. Harry Potter.
Mr. Pelletier (to Harry): Ah, Mr. Potter, delighted to meet you! Simply delighted! Whatever you need, Mr. Potter, just say the word! To have you in our store is such an honor. I can't believe it! I can't believe you're here. I will never forget this day. Not for the rest of my life. Why--
Severus: Thank you, Mr. Pelletier, that will be enough.
Mr. Pelletier: Forgive me, Mr. Snape, I meant no offense. What can I do for you and your partner?
Severus: Firstly, I would ask that you fetch a translator. Harry does not speak French.
Mr. Pelletier: Yes, of course, Mr. Snape. If you would but excuse me for a moment, I would be happy to oblige.
And then here's what Severus says in response to Mr. Pelletier when the translator is only translating the one way.
Translator asks what they can do for Severus and Harry.
Severus' response: Mr. Potter and I are in need of appropriate attire for our date this evening. Money is no object.
Translator asks if he wants casual, formal, something in-between, or something more risque.
Severus' response: A more casual look, if you please. Mr. Potter is unaccustomed to formal attire. I would like to see him in casual slacks ... black would probably be best. As for the top, a long-sleeved button down white shirt with an open collar will do. It must be form fitting, tight across the chest and shoulders and tailored to fit well around his abdomen and arms.
Translator gives approval and asks what Severus would like.
Severus' response: As for myself, I would like to purchase a silk, long-sleeved button down top in dark green, a black, silk scarf, and casual black slacks. We will also be requiring half cloaks, also in black.
Translator asks them to follow him around back for tailoring.
Severus' response: Thank you.
A/N: So yeah, that's that chapter. Kind of a pre-date ... uh ... thing, lol. And Severus speaks French! Just listen to someone speaking French and then imagine it with Severus' voice *melts into a steaming pile of goo* It's just that good. Anyway, if anyone has suggestions about how better to do the French-speaking parts, feel free to say something. I won't guarantee I'll change anything, but I'll certainly consider it. Oh, and by the way, if it wasn't clear enough, the reason Severus says he only wants a one-way translation isn't only because a two-way is time-consuming, but also because he wants to see how far Harry will trust him when he doesn't know what's being said. A little test, I guess you could call it. It's his devious Slytherin nature. Well, 'til next time!
Totally forgot to add the link to my review replies, so here it is: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/47397-punish-me-review-replies/
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