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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
And another thanks to Mazama for the French translations!
Ha ha ha ha ha!! Just got an awesome review that just made me laugh and laugh (at myself, just so you know), so I had to reply here. *Lifts my glass to AchillesTheGeek* Thanks for telling me about that. This is how you know Google Translate is not at all accurate when it comes to translating English over to other languages ^_^ Anyway, hopefully the reviewer who offered to help me with the French parts will be getting back to me soon and I can fix all that. Thanks for telling me, though, seriously, ha ha, sooooooooo funny!!!!

Yay, it's the date with Severus!!!! Harry is so excited (and nervous), and so am I! Can't wait to hear what all of you think of it :) So, here we go.
Warnings in no particular order: profanity, a blushing Harry, a very sexy, mischievous Potions master, an older and slightly more confident Neville, an arrogant but still strangely charming Draco, teasing, a couple very little French speaking parts, some fluff, some cuteness, Severus reacting to Harry's unintentional teasing, and whatever else I may have forgotten :P
Chapter Thirteen
Harry smoothed his hands down the almost skin tight white shirt, appreciative of its softness and quality. His fingers traced the intricate pattern of fire on the lower right side, a touch the tailor had added after discussing it with Severus. The colors shifted and flowed randomly throughout the pattern. Merlin, Harry loved magic. He took another look in the mirror and grinned. It literally looked like he was wearing fire on his hip.
“May I presume to think I have your approval for the attire I chose for you, pet?” Severus inquired, eyes glimmering in amusement at Harry’s pleased expression.
Harry nodded absently, still smoothing his hands down the soft fabric, playing with the belt Severus had chosen for him before continuing on down his thighs. “I don’t think I have anything this nice in my entire wardrobe. It actually looks good on me.”
“That is only natural. I did learn from the best, after all.”
Startled—he had thought the man just had a natural talent for picking out clothes—Harry lifted his eyes curiously to Severus’ face, noting the smugness peeking through the Dom’s serene façade. “Who taught you?”
“Lucius.”
“Oh …” Harry muttered, “that makes sense. How is this going to work?”
“How is what going to work?”
“You and me … and you and Lucius? Won’t there be problems?”
With a considering look, Severus shook his head. “We will discuss that later tonight. For now, why don’t you pick up your clothes and I’ll see about paying for our purchases.”
Bending down, Harry picked up the bag containing his sweaters and jeans and hurried to catch up when Severus walked briskly over to speak to the cashier. “A-Are you sure you’re okay paying for all this? It’s got to be insanely expensive.”
“It is not a problem,” Severus answered patiently as he signed a slip that would allow the store to bill his Gringotts account. “My mother left me quite the fortune when she passed away, and I earn more than enough with my Potions skills to buy clothes ten times the price of these. It is well worth the price in any case.”
With a hand on the younger wizard’s lower back, Severus guided him back to the storefront. Mr. Pelletier bowed to them on their way out, calling, “Merci pour votre fidélité. Je vous souhaite une excellente soirée, Monsieur Snape, Monsieur Potter.”
Severus gave a nod over his shoulder. “A vous aussi, Monsieur Pelletier.” Once outside, he slipped his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him against his side. He removed the Portkey from the bag containing his potions attire—a simple silver necklace embossed with the restaurant’s logo, Clandestine Bliss—and draped it over both their heads, watching a clock across the way as the second hands ticked closer and closer to six o’clock.
He leaned down, his mouth brushing Harry’s ear, causing it to turn an alluring shade of pink as he whispered, “Seeing you in the clothes I chose for you is well worth every speck of gold I paid and more. You are a very attractive man. I am afraid, Mr. Potter, it is going to be exceedingly difficult to keep my hands to myself tonight.”
Harry was barely aware of the hook-behind-the-navel sensation as the Portkey activated. He answered in a voice thick and breathy with arousal, “Then don’t.”
They stood, side by side, for what felt like minutes but could have been only seconds, Severus’ head lowered, Harry’s chin lifted so they could peer uninterrupted into the other’s eyes. Harry’s heart beat hard against his ribcage. He had just given the man permission to touch him in more ways than simply touching—to kiss him, to caress his bare skin, to do things to him he never would have dared suggest to anyone else and probably not to Severus, either, because the man already knew what he wanted.
He flushed and finally looked away. What the hell was he saying? He wasn’t ready for that.
“Harry?”
Harry jumped and turned his head in the direction of the familiar voice. Seeing Neville across the room they’d Portkeyed into, he started over to him only to be pulled up short, nearly choking himself on the silver chain of the Portkey. Severus chuckled, which made him blush as the older man quickly disentangled him.
“Hey Neville,” Harry greeted the tall, freckle-faced wizard with a grin. It had been a while since he’d seen the formerly most awkward boy of Gryffindor. He had filled out nicely and looked a lot more confident in his manner of dress and the way he carried himself. He glanced around, noticing his Slytherin friend was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Draco?”
“Oh, um … ” His face was quickly turning a bright scarlet as he spoke. “He … went back to get something I forgot.”
“Still as forgetful as ever I see,” Severus drawled, his face expressionless, but his eyes alight with mirth.
Neville ducked his head with a small, fearful squeak, swallowed, and then nodded. “Y-Yes, sir.”
A pop announced Draco’s arrival behind Neville’s left shoulder. He draped an expensive looking black half cloak over Neville’s shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheek, which only made his blush darken. “Forget anything else, love?” Draco asked teasingly.
“Er …” Weakly, Neville shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
Draco nodded to both Harry and Severus over his date’s shoulder. “Evening, Severus, Potter. Shall we move in to the private dining room?” Taking Neville by the arm, he led the way through a pair of rather fancy double doors.
The room they entered was an intimate affair painted in muted, sylvan colors with dark reddish-brown carpeting lit by candles on a single chandelier. Framed paintings of beautiful forestry were spaced tastefully along the walls. A round dining table with four place sets took up the center place in the room. Perfect for such an intimate meeting between dates.
A hand on his lower back drew him from his observations. He looked up into Severus’ eyes and smiled as the man gestured for him to precede him and then pulled out his chair for him. Harry saw Draco do the same for Neville and smiled at the exchange, taking his own seat as well.
“Does Draco own this place?” Harry asked of the Potions master in a whisper.
“Why do you ask?”
Harry shrugged. “A hunch. Most restaurants wouldn’t have small, private rooms like this. Booths, maybe, but not usually rooms. The private rooms are generally reserved for larger, business parties or particularly generous patrons.”
“Indeed,” Severus responded, impressed by the other wizard’s deductions. “He is one of a group of proprietors that own this restaurant as well as a chain of similar high class establishments.”
“I … didn’t know that.”
“Draco has learned not to flaunt what assets he has now that he is aware there are those who would resent him for it.”
“Oh …” Harry wondered how that was working for him. He didn’t exactly dress like a middle class gentleman, and if he was coming to these high class restaurants often enough it would be quite obvious he was, in fact, very wealthy.
“That is not to say, of course, that he hides the fact,” Severus continued, understanding Harry’s skepticism, “he simply has a better understanding of when and in what company it is appropriate to speak of his status as a pureblood and heir to the Malfoy fortune.”
It was like him and his fame, Harry realized. It wasn’t something he could hide away from; after all, he couldn’t go around wearing Glamours all the time. One glimpse of his scar and everyone knew him. Nor would he truly want to hide away from it, though he wouldn’t have minded if the groupies who wanted to touch and grope and marry him would take a vacation that would last at least ten or twenty or fifty years.
Then, of course, there were those who resented his fame, those who wanted to drag his name through the mud and watch him burn. It was probably a little different—different issues, different circumstances—but he knew all about the need to act one way around certain people and another way around others without losing his sense of self. Like when he was with Ron and when he was with Hermione. Around Ron, it was okay if he talked about being bi-sexual. Ron’s brother was gay. He understood, at least somewhat. With Hermione, though, he didn’t talk about those things. He knew from past experience with Charlie that her reaction would not be a good one. She would be determined to make him see that he really didn’t like men, how he just admired them or saw them as a good friend, mistook affection for attraction. He really didn’t want her holding pictures of women up to his face and listing off the merits of a woman’s body compared to that of a man.
“What are you thinking so deeply about, pet?” Severus inquired, leaning closer to him.
“Hermione, actually,” Harry answered honestly. “She doesn’t know I’m bi-sexual.”
“Hm … and here I thought the Golden Trio told each other everything.”
Ignoring the jibe, Harry continued in a low voice. “Ron knows. Hermione, she still has a lot of … issues with certain prejudices.”
“Such as men who enjoy the company of the same sex,” Severus guessed. “I have heard that is still an issue within muggle society.”
“Yeah. I mean, she knows Ron’s brother, Charlie, is gay and … well, let’s just say you wouldn’t want to see what she was like when she first found out. Ron had to take her on a weekend retreat just so she’d leave Charlie in peace. She still preaches at him whenever she’s reminded of his sexual orientation.”
Draco laughed, startling Harry since he hadn’t expected the other man to be listening in. “That’s why he comes to my place, so we can talk about all the sexy men he’s crushing on.”
“H-Hey!” Harry exclaimed mortified as he glanced over at a narrow-eyed Severus. “That is not why I go to your place, Malfoy, and you know it!”
“Oh?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Is that not why? Then … it’s because you have a crush on me? Sorry, Potter, I’m taken.” Smirking, he looped his arm around Neville’s shoulders, drawing the blushing young man closer.
Nervously, Harry peered up through his fringe at Severus’ face. It was completely blank, which only served to make him more nervous. Logically, he knew the man couldn’t fault him for looking at other men when they weren’t in a relationship, but emotions weren’t often dictated by logic.
An almost high-pitched yelp escaped him when Severus’ strong arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him off his seat and into the older man’s lap. “S-Severus?”
“You are ten years too early thinking you can get a rise out of me … brat,” Severus stated, giving Draco an impressive looking glare telling him to shut it. “In any case, I am not so insecure as to lose confidence with my partner because of past experience.”
“A-Actually,” Harry muttered, flushing when he realized both Draco and Neville were listening in, “I don’t … have experience.”
Severus’ eyes softened, having already guessed that much. “Having no experience when it comes to sex with a man is nothing to be embarrassed about, pet. In fact, I quite look forward to teaching you the pleasures of the male body.”
The red in his cheeks deepened even further when the man didn’t seem to quite get what he was trying to tell him. Harry turned his face into Severus’ shoulder, well aware of the snicker Draco had going behind his hand and the curious expression on Neville’s face. “Y-Yeah, but … I don’t have … any … experience … at all.”
Now that was a surprise. He had been with the Weasley girl how long and they had never had sex?
The silence seemed to prompt him to continue. “Me and Ginny … we … never actually made it that far. At first … I was uncomfortable because she was my best mate’s sister, but … after … Voldemort was coming after me and we had to hunt Horcruxes … it was just too dangerous and I wasn’t willing to risk her safety. When Voldemort was finally dead and I … survived …” He shrugged awkwardly. “You know the rest.”
“Musty,” Draco called, sensing that this wasn’t the best of times to ask what “the rest” was. A house elf apparated with a near silent pop into their little dining room and gave him a polite curtsy. “We’d like to order for dinner now.” He turned back to the rest of them with the smile of an experienced host. “Please give Musty your orders. She’ll take them to the kitchens. The house elves can prepare whatever you might wish to eat.”
“I’ll have my usual,” Neville promptly replied.
“Yemen Fatah,” Draco answered the question in Harry’s eyes. “Basically, it’s lamb over hot couscous. As for myself, I’ll have the Greek Mushroom Salad with a side of Stuffed Potatoes. Severus?”
“Are there any foods you dislike, pet?” Severus inquired, ignoring the blonde for the moment.
“Not really.”
“Would it be acceptable if I order for the both of us?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I wouldn’t know what to order in any case.”
Severus nodded, threading his fingers into his date’s hair at the nape of his neck and gently massaging his scalp to help him relax. “Very well. Mr. Potter and I will have Jambonnette Et Les Aiguillettes De Canard Aux Myrtilles. Stuffed duck with a blueberry sauce,” he added for Harry’s benefit.
The house elf gave them a nod and then turned back to Draco with a curtsy. “Would Masters like an appetizer while you wait?”
“Chile Con Queso, if you please,” Draco answered. “We’ll order dessert when we’re finished with our meal, and don’t forget to bring the usual wine.”
“Of course, Master Malfoy,” the little house elf answered with a shy smile. “Musty be right back with Masters’ appetizer and drinks.”
The house elf popped out and then back in a few moments later with a basket of warm Chile Con Queso and eight glasses—four filled with wine and four filled with water.
“Um … Severus?”
“Yes, pet?”
“I don’t drink.”
“Oh crap,” Draco muttered, realizing he had forgotten. “Sorry, Potter. Neville and I usually drink wine together. Musty brought water, too, but … do you want something else?”
“That’s okay. Water’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“If you would like, Harry, there are non-alcoholic cocktails available,” Severus suggested. “I believe you would quite like the Faux Kir.”
“Oh, um, I guess I’ll try that, then.”
“Exchange Mr. Potter’s wine for a Faux Kir please, Musty,” Draco requested to which the house elf gave a quick nod and then disappeared with the wine glass intended for Harry.
She popped back in a moment later with the appropriate drink and set it in front of Harry and Severus with another small curtsy. “Is there anything else Masters will be needing tonight?”
“No, thank you Musty,” Draco said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.
Severus picked up the Faux Kir from the table and held it up to Harry’s lips. “Try it.”
Blushing, Harry glanced over at Draco and Neville and was relieved to see they were occupied with each other—Draco feeding Neville some of the Chile Con Queso.
“D-Do all Doms like to feed their subs?” Harry wondered, moving forward a bit to place his lips at the edge of the glass.
“Not all,” Severus responded, tipping the glass up and watching as the submissive’s lips parted to take in the beverage. “Draco seems to have picked up that peculiarity from me. Hand-feeding is something I discovered I enjoyed doing a long time ago; now it is simply habit.” When Harry swallowed, he set the glass back down, paying close attention to the younger wizard’s reaction to the drink. He blinked and licked his lips. “Good?” Severus inquired.
“Yes, sir. It’s very good, actually.”
“Would you like to try the appetizer?”
Biting his lip, Harry shook his head. “I would, but … if I eat anything right now I won’t be able to finish the main course. I’ve always had a bit of a small stomach. Could we … talk about what kind of things would be involved if I were to be your sub?”
Severus inclined his head agreeably. “Of course, pet. Firstly, you should know that any rules I set can be changed if you do not feel they are something you can abide by. Compromises can and will be made. There are only two things that I will not compromise on, and those are matters concerning your health and wellbeing, and my relationship with Lucius. He has been a good friend and lover to me for many, many years, and I will not jeopardize that. If you cannot accept my relationship with him, then you had best tell me so now.”
Harry frowned, not really sure what he was supposed to think about that. He’d already accepted that he wanted to be the man’s submissive. Didn’t that tell him he was okay with Severus’ relationship with Lucius? And obviously, Lucius knew he and Severus were starting to see each other since he had helped him write the invitation. But he wondered, was the other Dom really okay with that?
“Lucius is fully aware of the fact that I have offered to take you on as a sub.”
“It doesn’t … bother him that you’d have a second lover?”
“You do not understand. Lucius is also looking for a submissive. He and I are not compatible as lovers on our own. Ideally, we would have a sub to share between us. However, as it is rare to find a sub willing to subject himself to the orders and whims of two highly controlling Doms such as Lucius and myself on a regular basis, we have agreed that it would be best if we were to find separate submissive partners.”
“I … don’t think I understand.”
“That means, Mr. Potter, I will be seeing both you and Lucius regularly, whether separately or together. I would hope you could give Lucius a chance as a lover, but I will not push you to do so. If you do decide to give him a chance, but find it too much of a burden to be a sub to the both of us, Lucius will simply find a submissive of his own.”
“O-Okay. I’ll think about it.”
“That is all I can ask. Now, you have already said that you want to try being my sub. We need to draw up boundaries. There are several ways we can do this. We can create a contract, write all the rules down on paper, write down what we expect from one another, our soft and hard limits, how far and for how long you are willing to allow me control over you, what your safe word will be, and other such details. Subs who are new to D/s relationships like the contract method because it makes them feel safer; it gives the Dom specific rules and boundaries to abide by. I do not generally employ that method with my subs, but if that is what you want, I have no objections to it. Another way is to agree upon a specific time, during a specific day—or days—during which we can engage in specific activities. These are called ‘scenes.’ These ‘scenes’ can be as long or as short as you would like and we would discuss beforehand what kind of activity you would like to engage in. Of course, should the ‘scene’ upset you in any way, you will still be able to stop it with the use of your safe word. Are you following what I’ve explained so far?”
There were a few terms Severus had used that Harry didn‘t recognize and didn‘t know the meaning of, but he was sure the older wizard would answer any questions he had about that later on. “I think so. There’s another one, though … isn’t there?”
Severus smiled slightly, amused that the raven-haired youth had read him so easily. “Yes, there is another method. Most new subs do not take this method because it involves a great amount of trust, sometimes more than the sub is willing to give right away.”
“I trust you,” Harry interjected quietly.
“I know,” Severus responded, resuming the massaging he had been doing on the back of the younger wizard’s neck. “The method I prefer for starting out with a sub is similar to what would happen if we were to engage in ‘scenes.’ They would still last only a certain amount of time, perhaps half an hour to an hour to start with, but rather than writing out scenes and boundaries, I would prefer being given leave to explore what you will and will not allow—within reason, of course. To start with, I would like to spend the evenings with you. Not necessarily every day, but at least for half of the week and in that way I might get to know you, your likes, your dislikes, how you function, what kind of control you enjoy and what kind makes you uncomfortable.”
“Okay …” Harry said slowly, “I think we can work something out. ‘Mione and Ron usually visit in the afternoons anyhow, so it shouldn’t be a problem if I spend some of the weekday evenings with you. Every other weekend I spend with Teddy, though.”
“Once the school year begins, weekends will not be an issue. We will, of course, discuss changes in our schedule then.”
“Right. So …” Swallowing nervously, appreciative of the hand that continued to massage the tension out of his neck, Harry went on, “So what kind of rules will you expect me to follow?”
“Do you remember the three rules I already gave you, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Repeat them for me.”
“The first was to discard my wand or hand it to you. The second was … um …”
“Self-harm, Mr. Potter,” Severus reminded him gently.
“Right,” Harry exclaimed, sheepishly ducking his head down when Severus’ lips quirked up in amusement. “I knew that. It just took me a bit to remember it. I’m not to harm myself or seek punishment from anyone else, or allow anyone else to hurt me. The third was … that my answers to your questions will always be verbal unless you have me … have me gagged.”
“Correct. Those are three of the major rules I would like you to remember. We will discuss more as we get to know each other and probably add in other, lesser rules, when appropriate.”
“Masters,” a female voice interrupted, drawing their attention to the right of the table where the little house elf, Musty, stood with her hand on a trolley. “Your meals are being ready, Masters.” She floated each of their meals to their places—Harry’s slightly to the side of Severus’—and then apparated out with a curtsy, taking the trolley with her.
Severus took Harry’s fork in hand and cut off a portion of the duck, dragging it through a bit of the blueberry sauce before bringing it to the younger wizard’s lips. Harry took it into his mouth with a blush. “How do you like it, pet?”
Swallowing the bite with a smile, Harry answered shyly, “It’s delicious.”
“Good,” Severus said, his lips quirking upward approvingly. He took the younger man’s hand into his own and curled his fingers around the handle of the fork. “Why don’t you continue eating while I work on my own meal? We’ll talk more after we’ve finished.”
Still sitting in Severus’ lap, and oddly comfortable there, Harry dug into his meal. It was one of the best things he’d ever tasted. Draco and Neville were also quiet as they ate their meals, only small talk passing between them. It was interesting to watch the way they interacted, to observe the glances and intimate touches that passed between them. They looked so natural together. He wondered if he and Severus looked half as good.
Then a thought struck him. Did Draco realize that Severus and his father were lovers? Did he know that Severus and Lucius shared their subs between them?
“Draco,” he called across the table, setting his fork down after devouring his last bite of savory duck and blueberry sauce.
“What is it, Potter?”
“Um … you’re okay with … my relationship with Severus and … what that might mean?”
Draco’s expression became amused. “You mean if you were to become a sub for both Severus and my father?”

Flushing in embarrassment, Harry nodded.
The blonde shrugged. “No reason I shouldn’t be. I’ve known about my father’s preferences for a long time, and it’s never bothered me before. Why should it bother me now? Stop being so ridiculously paranoid, Potter. You’re embarrassing me. Who my father and godfather decide to fuck is none of my concern. They’re grown men; they can take care of themselves.”
“Draco,” Neville scolded.
Turning to his lover, the blonde took Neville’s hand to his lips in apology. “Forgive me my language, love.” Nodding, Neville went back to his meal with a light blush dusting his cheeks. Draco turned back to Harry with a smug smile. “You have nothing to worry about, Potter. I won’t be sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong. I’ll admit it’s a little weird to think about Severus and, by extension, my father sha—” he cleared his throat, glancing over at Neville with an apologetic smile, “in a relationship with someone my age, but I’m not really one to judge, now am I? In any case, wizards live an exceedingly long time compared to muggles. Ten or twenty years between lovers really isn’t that big a deal.”
“Y-You’re sure?”
“Harry,” Severus said, voice firm, “do not make Draco repeat himself. He has already said he is okay with it.”
Biting the inside of his cheek, Harry nodded, feeling suddenly awkward. “M’kay, sorry.”
Draco waved his salad fork dismissively. “No harm done.”
“Are you still hungry, pet?” Severus inquired, allowing Draco to go back to his conversation with his lover.
“No, sir.”
“Hungry enough for dessert, I hope?” Severus responded with a small smile.
“Dessert? I guess … I still have room for dessert.” Harry blushed under the older wizard’s amused gaze.
“Is there anything you would prefer?”
“Um … chocolate?”
“How does a French Chocolate Cake sound?”
Harry blinked. “I’ve never had it, but if it has chocolate I’m sure I’ll like it.”
“Something we’ll both enjoy, then. Musty,” he called, bringing the house elf back into the room with a quiet pop, “Mr. Potter and I would both like the French Chocolate dessert if you please.”
“What kind would Masters be liking? Musty has many cakes. Strawberry French Chocolate Cake, Cherry French Chocolate Cake, Hazelnut French Chocolate Cake, French Chocolate Coffee Cake, Triple Layer French Chocolate Cake, Peanut Butter and Chocolate Pieces French Chocolate Cake, Double French Chocolate Cake …”
“Double French Chocolate for Mr. Potter and I will have the Hazelnut.”
Bowing in acquiescence, Musty apparated out to fetch their desserts.
“How did you know I’d want the double?” Harry asked curiously.
“You forget that I have been in your mind on several occasions, certainly enough to make an educated guess as to what you might choose.”
Harry grinned sheepishly. “Right.”
Musty reappeared moments later with two relatively small plates piled high with what looked to be small mounds of chocolate. “Is Masters being finished with their meals? If so, Musty will take away the dirty dishes for Masters.”
“That will be fine,” Severus responded with a dismissive gesture. The house elf happily gathered up their dishes and disapparated, leaving their desserts on the table in front of them along with two clean forks. Then Severus turned to Harry. “Would you prefer to eat on your own?”
“Do you want me to?”
One side of his mouth lifting into a half-smile, Severus answered in a smooth, seductive voice, “Allow me to feed you, then.”
Shifting around on the older man’s lap until he was in a better position, Harry obediently opened his mouth as Severus cut off a bit of the chocolate mound that was Harry’s Double French Chocolate Cake and maneuvered the piece between his lips and onto his tongue. Harry closed his eyes and moaned at the taste. Merlin, it’s like chocolate heaven, he thought a little distractedly. Rich and moist and bursting with flavor. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“Good?” Severus inquired complacently.
Harry hummed in agreement, taking the next bite the older wizard held out for him enthusiastically.
Severus’ half-smile became a full-blown smirk, eyes dark with lust as the younger wizard continued to make sounds of enjoyment that were far too close to sounds of pleasure for his libido to ignore. Harry must have noticed the growing hardness beneath him, for his eyes opened wide and flicked over to Severus’ face with a rather attractive blush.
“Erm … Severus …?”
“Yes?”
“Er, there’s something hard under … under me.”
“Indeed there is.”
“Should I … you know … get off?”
Severus thought about it for a moment, then with mischief in his eyes, replied, “I was not aware you were into exhibitionism, Mr. Potter, but … if you must.”
“S-Severus!” Harry hissed, mortified. “That’s not what I meant!”
The older wizard chuckled and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist when he tried to slide off his lap. “I was teasing, pet. Relax.”
With something that looked an awful lot like a pout, Harry folded his arms and muttered, “Git.”
“Severus,” Draco suddenly called from across the table, causing Harry to jump in the older man’s arms, having forgotten Draco and Neville were there, “Neville and I have finished our meals and wish to depart early for some time to ourselves, if you will excuse us.”
“Of course, Draco. Harry and I will finish our desserts and depart soon after.”
Draco shook his head with a small smile. “There’s no rush. Please, take your time. It was wonderful seeing you both.”
Severus inclined his head. “The same to you, Draco, Mr. Longbottom. Thank you for planning the evening and for the meal. It was delicious.” He then turned Harry’s head toward him. “As my submissive, this is another protocol I would ask you to remember. When those we have engaged with are departing, I expect you to rise, bow, and wish them a pleasant time—whether day, night, afternoon, morning, or evening. If they are acquaintances, you will use Mr., Mrs., Ms., or Miss followed by their surname. If they are close friends or family, you may use their given name. Agreed?”
Harry pressed his lips together nervously, far from used to doing anything even remotely like that, but nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Go on, then.”
When Severus removed his arms from about his waist, Harry slid off the Potions master’s lap and stood, shaking slightly as he awkwardly bowed at the waist to Draco and Neville who were watching him silently. He was relieved to note there was no amount of laughter in their expressions or in their eyes. He didn’t know if he could do it otherwise. “Thank you for letting us join you, Draco, Neville. I hope you have a pleasant night.”
“Thank you, Potter,” Draco replied with all due solemnity and an inclination of his head.
Neville ducked his head as well and smiled. “Thank you, Harry, we will. See you later.”
He felt Severus’ hand on his back and took it to mean he could straighten up. He returned Neville’s smile, the knots in his stomach loosening now that he’d accomplished what Severus asked of him. “Yeah, see you later.”
Wrapping an arm about his boyfriend’s waist, Draco apparated them away, leaving Severus and Harry alone to finish their dessert.
Severus grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him back down into his lap. “How did that feel? Do you think you will be able to do that, even in front of your friends and colleagues?”
“Do I have to do it every time, or only when I’m with you?”
“I would prefer you follow that protocol even without me there, but it is ultimately up to you.”
Harry thought about it, glad Severus wasn’t one to push for an answer. After several moments of extended thought, he nodded. “I think I can do it. It’ll be different and a bit weird at first, but … I kinda liked it. It made me feel good.”
“That is good to hear, pet. You did very well.” He pressed a tender kiss to the back of the young man’s neck, smiling when he felt Harry shiver. “Now, shall we finish our desserts? There is a matter I would like to discuss with you afterward.”
Without waiting for an answer, Severus scooped up another piece of cake and offered it to Harry, who immediately opened his mouth, moaning once again as he chewed and swallowed. His cheeks remained stained with red throughout the entire process, though he didn’t once cease making such sounds, perhaps not making the connection between them and Severus’ arousal.
Once Harry was finished, Severus quickly ate his own dessert and washed it down with the rest of the wine in his glass. Harry also finished his Faux Kir, licking his lips after it was gone. He really needed to find out what was in that drink. Maybe he could make it at home in place of alcoholic drinks when he had company over.
Severus laid his hands on Harry’s shoulders and silently began a gentle massage, working the knots out of the young man’s shoulders and neck.
Harry groaned and leaned forward, giving Severus a better angle from which to work. “That feels amazing.” He let himself just relax into the massage for a few silent minutes before he decided it was time they spoke about whatever Severus wanted to discuss. “So what did you want to talk about?”
Severus hummed as he pressed his thumbs firmly into Harry’s neck on either side of his spine, eliciting another deep groan that had his prick stirring in interest once more. “There is something I would like you to do for me before we next meet. An assignment, of sorts. I assume you have one of those new magic-resistant computers Mrs. Granger-Weasley invented?”
Harry turned his head until he could see the Potions master’s face from the corner of his eye. “Yeah, I have one. Why?”
“A D/s relationship such as the one you and I are entering into has many components to it, some sexual and some not. I’d like to know what interests you have, sexually and otherwise, among those. There is a list on a website, which I will be sending to you by owl tonight after I return home. I want you to read the list and thoroughly read the information on the terms you do not know. From that list, you are to pick out the ones you would like to try, those you aren’t sure about, and those you absolutely will not allow and write them down. We will discuss them when we meet again.”
“Okay … I can do that. When are we going to meet?”
“Two nights from now, should your evening be open.”
Harry smiled, getting up when Severus’ hands gripped his waist and lifted him up from his lap. “It’s open,” he responded, moving away so the older man could also stand.
The Potions master enfolded his new submissive in his arms and kissed the top of his head, pleased things were progressing well so far. “Then I will see you in two nights, pet.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry murmured, breathing in Severus’ musky scent and letting it settle the butterflies still fluttering around in his belly. They were really doing this. He was really going to be Severus’ submissive. Severus was really going to be his Master. Whether the relationship worked out or not, in that moment it felt undeniably right as nothing had since before he’d gone to see the former professor after nearly eleven years of no contact. It was almost surreal.
After what seemed at once a long time, yet not long enough, Severus released him and stepped back. “Good night, Harry.”
“Good night, Master,” Harry returned in a whisper. And, with a gentle upturning of his thin lips, the man was gone.
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French translations
Je vous remercie pour votre soutien. Passez une bonne soirée, Monsieur Snape, Monsieur Potter. - Thank you for your patronage. Have a good evening, Mr. Snape, Mr. Potter.
Vous aussi, Monsieur Pelletier. - You, too, Mr. Pelletier.
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