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Life as I know it	By : BlindedHP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 75983 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Life as I know it
Summary: This fic is BDSM. Harry is not the boy that everyone expects him to be when he first enters Hogwarts. This fic is Snarry slash with Snape as Harry's Dom.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related. This magical world belongs to JK Rowling and various publishers. No profit is being made from this.
Warnings: BDSM, dom/sub, non-con, dub-con, sexual situations, master/slave, chan, violence and some more that I can't think of right now.
Chapter 14: Relationships
Severus gradually became aware of the fact that the pain in his arm was diminishing, rapidly. He could not remember a time when the pain had faded as swiftly before. The uber-relaxing cream he had created for this very purpose, was finished, and Severus wanted to kick himself for not making another batch. Well, with everything going on between Harry, Severus himself and Draco, he forgave himself for that little lapse in memory.
What was the cause for his salvation now though? The warmth which had been wrapped around his arm left him a moment later and he snapped his eyes open as he became aware of a body slumping against him.
The sight and feel of Harry as a dead weight against him brought a sour taste to his mouth.
Please let him be okay, please!
Quickly assessing Harry and realizing that the boy was just out cold because of magical exhaustion, Severus gently picked him up and carried him to his room.
The unkempt bed triggered Severus's memories and he realized that it was very late, or rather early, in the morning, and that Harry should have been asleep the whole time.
Severus remembered that it had been the pain in his left arm which had woken him, but that now, where he was busy tucking Harry in, there was no pain.
Severus didn't know what to expect when he looked down at his forearm; maybe he expected to see smooth skin, maybe he had expected to see nothing different and that it was just that the Dark Lord had tired of his punishment. He didn't know what to expect and when he looked at his arm and saw the Dark Mark still branded on his skin, he felt somewhat disappointed that the thing was still there, but looking closer he could see that something had definitely changed.
The mark, where it had always been black with hints of green, now had a shimmering layer of gold over it. He could still see the mark clearly but any and all traces of green were gone.
Harry rolled over in his sleep and tucked one hand under his head, the other hand came to rest gently in front of his face. With the palm of the 'free' hand facing upward, Severus was horrified to see some first, bordering on second degree, burns. The fact that the burns were all in the shape of some or other rune, only intensified Severus' concern.
Rushing to his personal medical supply closet, Severus searched through his stack for some epi-burn-cream, which healed any burns done to the epidermis. Finding what he was looking for, as well as some dermi-burn-cream, Severus grabbed an empty bowl and slopped some of each cream in the bowl where he then gently blended the two together.
Taking the bowl and some plasters, Severus made his way back to Harry's room and sat down on the bed next to the boy. Harry was still fast asleep, which Severus was very grateful for; healing burns of any type was no enjoyable experience.
Severus gently took Harry's hand in his and applied the cream he had mixed together before he wrapped the hand up with bandages. Shifting Harry slightly, Severus extracted the other hand from under the boy's head where he proceeded to do the same as with the first hand.
Gently letting the hand down again, Severus stood up from the bed and bent down to place a soft kiss on Harry's forehead. As he was turning around Severus heard Harry's soft voice; "Thank you Master" Harry said softly, but when he looked back at Harry, the boy was snoring lightly and Severus decided that it had just been his imagination.

"You mean to tell me that you have been in a healing sleep for forty-three hours because you thought it a good idea to take on 'The Dark Lord' all by yourself, in a world no-one else would have been able to help you!?"
Well, when his Master put it that way… Harry just hung his head and nodded.
"Why Harry? Why in Merlin's name would you want to put yourself in such danger? You didn't even know what could happen, but yet you did it anyway. What if you had lost?"
"I just… I don't… I'm sorry Master."
Harry didn't know what else to say. The image of his Master on the floor was still fresh in his mind, and he knew that, were something like that to happen again, he'd do exactly as he had. His Master had been in danger and he was there to help, so why not?
Master Severus let out a long suffering sigh and Harry looked up at the man. He really didn't want his Master angry at him, but he didn't know how to make it better.
"You were… I was… Master, you were in pain! I remembered seeing you some nights ago with a relaxing cream, but I couldn't find it and Voldemort just kept hurting you! I couldn't let him do that to you. I don't even know how it happened, but when I touched your mark, I was in a whole new place where there were runes everywhere, and then Voldemort was there and I don't know what happened but I had to help you, save you from him."
Harry really didn't know how to explain it to his Master, and gave up after trying for the fifth or sixth time.
"I'm still angry with you Harry, for putting your own life in danger like that but what I would like to know is, why? Why did you do it Harry?"
"Because you're my Master and he was hurting you. I won't let him take you from me, not if I can help it."
"So you put your own life in danger, once again, because you wanted to save me?"
"Yes Master."
"Oh Harry, when will you learn that your life is worth as much, and more, than mine."
Harry didn't know what to say to that or even if he should say anything, so he kept silent.
"Your hands are almost healed Harry, I want you to continue applying the cream tonight and tomorrow, and then I'll see how it's doing. I'm going up to the headmaster, as I believe he'd like to know that I'm not, and most probably won't ever be, in pain again because of one maniacal bastard, thanks to the selfless yet very thoughtless act of one wonderful individual who shall remain nameless. Do whatever you wish Harry but do not leave the castle. Is that clear? And inform any of the teachers where you are going, but make sure that at least one of them know where you are at any moment."
"Yes Master. Thank you Master."
Harry smiled at his Master and silently thanked the man for keeping the reason behind his sudden 'painless' life a secret. Harry would hate to gain any more attention than his celebrity status already afforded him. The fact that the headmaster would figure it all out on his own was not mentioned but they both knew it and just hoped that the old coot wouldn't make too much of a fuss over it.

Luckily the headmaster knew where to draw the line and made no mention of how Severus had been saved from the Dark Lords' punishments.
The rest of the holiday went by in a blur of potion making, studying, potion making, talking, potion making and some 'bonding'. By the end of the holidays, Harry cursed himself for 'choosing' potions as the subject he apprenticed in.
Master Severus thought it was a good idea to 'punish' Harry for putting his life in danger, by giving various potion instructions, and leave Harry up to figuring out exactly what potion he was making, and how much time it would take to make each. The fact that most of the potions were seventh year material was not mentioned, but they both knew it. Harry just worked harder, and relished in the attention his Master bestowed on him at the same time as he learned more about potions than he ever did before.
September the first crept up on them and before Harry knew it, he was seated at the Ravenclaw table awaiting the entrance of his 'house mates'.
As the hall began to fill, Harry sought out Draco and gave the boy a small wave and a smile. Draco looked relieved for some reason and hesitantly smiled back at Harry.
Draco's behavior bothered Harry during the course of the meal, but as he got ready to leave with everyone else, he remembered that they had never gotten the chance to talk after that little 'incident'.
Harry quickened his pace and caught up with the blonde just as he was descending into the dungeons.
"Can we talk?" Harry asked as he looked around to find a suitable place where they would have enough privacy for whatever it was they would do.. er.. talk about.
Draco smiled at Harry, a real honest smile and Harry was very relieved to see it on the blonde's face. He had worried that maybe Draco didn't want to be his friend anymore.
The two boys made their way to an abandoned classroom, where Draco then proceeded to ward the door and put up a silencing charm.
"We can do more than just talk Harry, that is, if you want to."
Draco looked a bit uncertain and even though Harry had no idea what the boy was talking about, he hated seeing Draco as anything but the arrogant, self-assured individual he was. He nodded.
The meaning behind Draco's words became clear in a moment, as Harry once again felt soft lips crushing against his.
Hands held his hips as Draco pressed closer to him, and Harry just melted into the sensations his body was experiencing.
Harry could have sworn he'd felt the beginning of a good spanking but as the sting was not nearly as noticeable as before, he chalked it up to his imagination, or maybe remembered experiences.
A tongue gently rubbed against his bottom lip and Harry opened his mouth as the tongue pushed in. The hands on his hips moved to hold his back and head, and Harry gave himself over to sensations, and the boy in charge of the situation.
They broke away eventually and Harry could feel his cheeks burning, whether it was from embarrassment, joy, pleasure or a combination of the three, he didn't know.
"I've wanted to do that for years now, but the first time ended in a disaster."
Harry forced himself back to the present as Draco spoke and he nodded as he remembered the first time this happened.
"I was wondering, you and Professor Snape have a very unique relationship going on. You are not together or anything, are you?"
"Er.. together in what sense? I'm afraid I don't understand Draco."
"I mean you're not going out, as a couple. You don't kiss and grope and whatever else couples do?"
"Er… no?"
"It's an easy question to answer Harry. Either you are involved sexually, or you aren't."
"Oh, oh! No, we're not involved sexually, not at all."
"Good. That makes this so much easier. Harry, would you mind going out with me, as a couple?"
Harry just looked at the blonde as if he'd grown a second head. He didn't know exactly what it all involved, but from the way Draco had spoken at first, Harry got the distinct impression that this would be a sexual relationship. He wasn't ready for that yet. Not after years of living as a cheap whore and then being blessed with a Master who had nothing but Harry's best intentions at heart.
Looking at Draco now, Harry was acutely reminded of one or two of his more 'regular' customers who also had blonde hair and lithe figures.
Panic began to build up in him and Harry rushed past the startled blonde. Yanking on the door Harry froze as he realized that it was closed. Searching frantically through his robe pockets, Harry became hysterical as he couldn't find what he was looking for.
Draco stepped up behind him and Harry cringed back as a hand fell on his shoulder.
"Harry? Harry! It's okay, don't worry, I'll open the door for you okay? See, there, it's open now, you can…."
Harry didn't stay to hear what else Draco had to say; he just turned tail and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

Severus sat on the couch with his head in his hands. He had almost ruined things with Harry completely. He had vowed to himself that he would not interfere with any relationship Harry might build up, and then what did he do, he went and activated the spell as soon as Draco kissed Harry. Again. He stopped the spell a second after activating it and just hoped that Harry had not felt it. He really didn't want to be the one who ruined any and every chance Harry had at happiness, just because he was a jealous, selfish prat. Yes, he could admit that to himself.
Minutes passed, which felt like hours, and Severus was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the room open and Harry enter. He only became aware of the fact that his charge had returned when a small body hit him from the side.
He was about to scold the boy for his behavior when he realized that Harry was wracking with sobs. Holding him close, Severus murmured soothing words while thinking that giving Draco detention and having him sort out Albus's clothes in color co-ordinance would be a suitable punishment. He'd just have to get Albus to agree and then leave the boy to sort through thousands of clothes all in different colors. It would take the boy at least five hours to figure out that the headmaster had not one piece of clothing of precisely the same color.
Draco wouldn't know that blue, azure, cobalt, navy and sapphire were all different shades of blue and as such, not exactly the same color.
Yes, that might just be a suitable punishment for driving Harry into the state he was now.
Better yet, he'd buy the headmaster a new trunk with multiple compartments and tell Draco to number each compartment and make a list of which clothing was where, the color, exact shade and number of clothing in each.
That might keep the boy busy for a year, maybe even two, as Severus had no doubt that Draco would have to look up the colors and shades and everything before he even thought about organizing everything. Well, that would be after his first try, and after Severus had emptied the whole trunk and told Draco to do it over, correctly this time.
The fact that the headmaster chose what to wear on a whim would make it that more exiting as Draco would have to dig deep to find whatever the headmaster was looking for…
Severus sat back with a now sleeping Harry and thought up new ways to punish anyone who harmed his Harry in any way shape or form.

Harry shifted slightly as he woke up and found that he was very comfortable, wherever he was.
The warm cocoon he found himself in was soon identified as his Master's embrace, and Harry snuggled deeper when he realized that he was safe and nothing bad could befall him where he was.
Memories of what happened with Draco came rushing back and Harry shuddered as he thought of what the blonde wanted to do.
The arms around him tightened a bit and Harry looked up into the black eyes of his Master.
"I'm glad to see you're awake. We slept out here the whole night, and breakfast is in two hours. I have some muscle relaxant if you have any sore body parts."
Harry smiled at his Master as they both stood up and he stretched his aching limbs before consenting to the muscle relaxant, he could really use some right now.
"What exactly happened yesterday Harry?"
"I was… er.. Draco had… we, that is; he kissed me."
"And that caused you to come barging into the room in the state you were in?"
Master Severus sounded both skeptical and sarcastic, and Harry sighed as he knew he'd have to tell the whole truth.
"He asked me a few questions. About you, the relationship we have, and then he asked if I would like to go out with him. As in, we would be a couple. I guess I just freaked. I just can't imagine a sexual relationship with anyone right now and from what he had said earlier, that is what I assumed he meant."
Harry looked down again but his chin was lifted a moment later.
"You will have to tell me everything Harry, word for word, or as much as you can remember, because I have a feeling that you misunderstood some things he said. Don't worry, I doubt he would be angry with you, and you will be able to work it all out, but first you will have to tell me everything."
Harry nodded and related their conversation as best he could remember.
Master Severus was silent for a moment and Harry thought he could see deep hurt in those fathomless black eyes, but as his Master looked him in the eye, it was gone.
"I believe that you misunderstood what Draco asked of you Harry. It is not surprising with someone of your background. Although Draco would most likely want to explore things a bit, he himself is young, and not experienced in any way. When he asked you to go out with him, he meant it exactly like that. Go out with him on a few dates. Get to know each other better and then if you want to, you will both decide to either go further, or to break it up.
You may tell him that you do not wish the relationship to go too far, and I'm sure he'll understand. I know Draco and know that he would never intentionally hurt you Harry. You've come to mean too much to him. If he does hurt you, in any way, you come to me immediately and I will deal with him, but I doubt that that would happen.
Speak to him today and tell him what you wish from the relationship, whether you only want to be his friend, if you want to explore a bit with him and get to know him better. Tell him what you are willing to do and what you are not. For example, no sex, but if you wish to explore a bit with hand jobs or blow jobs, tell him."
Harry nodded when he realized that his Master had finished speaking. There had been moments while his Master spoke that Harry could have sworn he'd heard hesitation and even some pain laced into the words, but he didn't dwell on it. His Master had always told him when he did something wrong, and now was no different. If this was something his Master did not wish of him, he would have told Harry so.
"Thank you Master, I think I understand now. I'll go talk to Draco, er.. okay, I'll talk to him during the day." Harry stammered as he realized that it was still too early to go to breakfast and that Draco would not be there yet.
Master Severus laughed a bit and Harry quickly excused himself to make them both a cup of tea and some crackers.

Their OWL results were a bit late and only came during the second month of school. Classes had been hectic as everyone had to attend each class until they got their results and then choose which classes to take for their NEWTS.
Harry was seated on his bed with Draco sprawled lazily in front of him, when his Master entered the room. He gave the boys their results and left again. Harry was getting worried about his Master, the man had been acting funny lately. More 'withdrawn', in a way that Harry couldn't explain.
Draco's enthusiastic hug caught Harry off guard but he groaned as he was pushed back on the bed and his mouth claimed. He'd gotten used to the kisses Draco liked so much, and eagerly opened his mouth to the other boy.
They had done nothing but kissing yet, but Harry knew the day would come when they'd both be too frustrated to leave it just at that.
"Draco, while I enjoy your kisses immensely, I have yet to open my own results."
Draco let him up reluctantly, and Harry quickly ripped open the envelope with his results.
He had done even better than expected. Acceptable in Divination and History of Magic. Exceeds Expectations in Astronomy, Herbology and Transfigurations and Outstanding in all the other subjects. He'd even scored two O+; in Defence and Potions for extra credit work he did with the 'Patronus' charm and his Apprenticeship in Potions.
Draco had done much the same as Harry, except that he had Arithmancy instead of Divination, and received an Exceed Expectations in that. He had, of course, only received the usual Outstanding and not any O+'s like Harry.
They were both very proud of their marks and Harry scooted off the bed and out the room in search of his Master, to tell him his results.
Master Severus read them over before giving Harry a proud smile. "I'm very proud of you Harry and expect you to do just as well in your NEWTS."
"Yes sir!"
Draco presented his own scores to the Professor and Severus read them over once, before giving Draco a swift nod. Yes, he was proud of his Slytherins, they usually did very well but they didn't flaunt it like the Ravenclaws, or some Gryffindors, who shall remain nameless.
Harry and Draco returned to his room, where Harry was for the first time introduced to the wonderful sensations of effective blow jobs. The one he had received as a child didn't count, as it had never been completely 'fulfilled'.

Severus forced himself to focus on his reading as the noises from Harry's room reached his ears. He'd remind the boy of silencing charms in the morning. There was no need for him to shove the dagger even deeper into his own heart by going into that room right now, and seeing with his own eyes just what that damn Draco was doing to his Harry.
He had known that it would hurt to see Harry with someone else. He had known from the beginning that it was a bad idea to open his own heart to the boy, but had been unable to prevent it from happening. Harry had a way to just crawl into the deepest, darkest part of your heart and make his home there, lighting everything up with his mere presence. That he had known it was going to hurt did not prepare him for the reality of the situation, and just how much it hurt, to see the one he loved with all his heart in the arms of another.
Seeing Harry smile every day and seeing that sparkle in his eyes was the only thing that kept Severus from going insane. As long as Harry was happy, he was happy. That it was Draco Malfoy who made Harry happy was just something he'd have to live with.
Coming back to reality at the sound of Harry screaming his release, Severus shut the book he had been trying to read and retired for the night.
He would just have to make sure that Harry stayed happy and that Draco didn't hurt him. Ever.
End Chapter 14
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