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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
As promised, here is the beginning of the few chapters I managed to write between the last and now. For those of you who have not been on the forum to see the message left on the review reply forum, I am going in for surgery this Wednesday and I do not know how long it will be before I can do more writing or posting in this story, so in light of that I am posting all that I have written between the last chapter and now for you all to enjoy in the meantime. Once again, I thank you all so much for your patience and well wishes as I work through my health issues. You guys are the best!!!!
Warnings for this chapter: male x male interaction, a Luna who knows more than she should, cute and embarrassed Harry, sexy Severus, D/s stuff, profanity, likely more I'm not thinking of, etc, etc, etc.
Chapter Eighteen
The next few days consisted of several visits from the Potions master that Harry appreciated immensely. It kept him grounded, kept him from going crazy with worry for Luna and kept him from stealing off to visit her in the magical hospital all alone again. They didn’t start into any other types of play or anything even remotely sexual, instead Severus concentrated on helping Harry regain his battle instincts, honing his reflexes and teaching him offensive and defensive spells he hadn’t learned even when he’d worked for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
And that was how Harry ended up on the floor, sweat pouring down his face, panting heavily, expression twisted in pain as Severus’ last spell turned his whole body into one massive cramp.
"I really have gotten slow," he muttered.
"You have," Severus agreed as he flicked his wand and canceled the spell, "but we will remedy that soon enough. Just be patient."
Sighing as the cramping sensation subsided, Harry pushed himself into a sitting position. "Thank you for taking the time to help me, Severus. I really appreciate it."
"It’s my pleasure, pet."
They both looked to the window when they heard the insistent tapping of an owl. Harry went to get up to let it in, only to groan and fall gracelessly back on his ass. "Severus," he called with a sheepish look, "would you mind getting that? I’m a bit too sore to move right now."
"Certainly," the Potions master answered easily and then strode over to the window and opened it for the owl to swoop inside and land on Harry’s shoulder. Before the young man could take the letter, though, Severus flicked his wand in a series of motions to detect any malicious magic, compulsion magic, potion residue, or poison. Finding none, he nodded to Harry that he could open it.
Smiling a bit at the man’s paranoia, even though the wards were designed to only let certain owls past them, Harry took the letter in exchange for a few owl treats and opened it. The owl immediately flew back out the window, clearly having been instructed not to wait for a reply.
"It’s from Luna," Harry noted the name on the cover excitedly.
"What does she have to say?" Severus inquired.
Tearing the envelope open and unfolding the single sheet of paper, Harry read, "Dearest Harry, I know you’ve been worried about me. I’ve been released from the hospital and would love to see you. I know you’ll come as soon as you and Professor Snape have cleaned up, so I’ve prepared lunch. I have so much to tell you. Shuttleguppies visited me in my dreams and told me you would need to talk with me. I never realized they take residence in hospitals, though it makes perfect sense given their natural empathy for those who are suffering. Do come through as soon as you like. Luna Lovegood-Murakami." When his eyes caught the next line below her signature, his jaw dropped. How the bloody hell …?
"What is it, pet? Is there more?"
Mutely, Harry nodded and handed the letter over for Severus to read the last line. As soon as he did, the Dominant’s eyebrows rose. "Interesting. ‘Please feel free to bring your partner, Professor Severus Snape, with you.’ She is well informed. How do you suppose she found out you and I are involved?"
Harry shrugged and shook his head. "I have no idea; that’s just Luna for you. Sometimes I think she must be either a very powerful psychic or a seer. She always surprises me."
Offering a hand to help the younger wizard to his feet, which Harry took, he then pulled him up and started toward the kitchen and the Floo. "Shall we head over to Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami’s house, then?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good," Harry agreed. He looked down at himself and grimaced. "Definitely after a shower, though."
"A bath would be better," Severus disagreed. "The hot water will help relax your muscles as you soak and I can add a muscle relaxant potion to it to further reduce the soreness."
Harry smiled at the consideration the Dom always showed him. "That sounds amazing."
His lips quirking up, Severus scooped up the younger wizard and carried him to the first floor bathroom where he set him on the counter and then turned on the tap to fill the bath. As usual, it warmed to the perfect temperature. Once the tub was about halfway full, Severus removed a vial of the relaxant potion from his robe pocket and dumped it in, stirring it around a few times to be sure it mixed evenly with the water.
"Lift your arms, pet," he bade Harry as he took hold of the hem of the other man’s tank top which he’d been working out in and tugged it up. Harry obligingly lifted his arms so the top could be easily slid off his torso. Severus then bent and took hold of the waist of his sweats. "Hips," he urged. Harry braced his arms against the counter and lifted himself up until his bum was above the surface to allow his Dom to pull the sweats down and off his legs and feet. His pants came with it and Severus smirked as his sub’s face flushed in embarrassment. Severus then knelt and removed the black socks covering Harry’s feet and once again lifted him in his arms. Carefully, he lowered him into the hot water and turned off the tap.
Sighing, Harry leaned his head against the tub’s porcelain back and closed his eyes as, almost immediately, his muscles began to loosen up. He hadn’t noticed just how tense he was and the relaxant potion and hot water was definitely a big relief.
The rustle of clothes had his eyes flying open and widening as he watched Severus also strip down until he was utterly nude. His face - already reddened by the steaming water - darkened even more as Severus bared his entire body to him for the first time. He shyly bent his knees as the dark haired man climbed in on the other side of the tub, his legs stretching out on either side of Harry and pressing against his hips and sides.
Noticing Harry’s discomfort, Severus smirked at him and leaned forward to pull the wizard’s feet to him, laying them directly over his thighs where the soles of his feet hovered just short of his groin.
Harry, for his part, reacted embarrassingly fast to the look on Severus’ face and the dark lust in his eyes, his cock quickly filling with blood and standing at attention. Mortified, he covered his groin with both hands and tried to pull his legs back up to further cover himself, but Severus’ hands tightened around his ankles and refused to let him go.
"Hands behind your head," he ordered. "You are not allowed to hide yourself from me."
Trembling, Harry whimpered as he raised his arms and tucked his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together so he wouldn’t be tempted to cover himself again.
"Good boy."
Harry flushed and lowered his eyes, a small, happy smile gracing his lips. The position was embarrassing, but the happiness at pleasing his Dominant outweighed it by a large margin, especially after the punishment a few days before.
He startled and tensed up when strong hands covered in soap began to rub at his feet and then slowly worked their way up. They were gentle and non-sexual, and he eventually managed to relax. Soon enough, Severus told him to stand up, and he did, the older man standing with him and laying one hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist to turn him around. The soapy hands then worked over his neck and shoulders, pulling an involuntary moan from him.
They moved onto his back and roved gradually down his spine. He jumped again when the firm hands pressed and rubbed against his ass and forced himself to remain still and not move away. The touch was again non-sexual and soon moved on to the backs of his thighs.
"Turn," Severus murmured, once again physically moving him with a hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist.
Merlin, how Harry loved feeling the other man‘s hands on him. The washing of his front was even more embarrassing than his back and he had to take in deep breaths to keep his heartbeat under control as those hands traveled over his chest, his abdomen, briefly over his still hard member and balls, and down the front of his thighs.
Putting his hands on the young man’s shoulders, Severus guided him down to sit on the tub bottom and tipped his head back by wrapping his hand under his jaw and pulling his chin up. He then poured water over his messy locks, squeezed shampoo and conditioner into his palms, and worked it into Harry’s hair until it was completely covered in white lather. Careful not to get the soapy water in his eyes, Severus then poured water over his head to rinse his hair out and even more over his body to wash the soap off.
"Good boy," he praised him with a gentle push to his back. "Go get dried off; I will join you shortly."
Nodding, Harry did as he was told and stepped out of the bath, grabbed a fluffy towel from the bathroom cabinet and rubbed it over his body until it was dry. Then he bent over and ran the towel roughly over his hair until it was no longer dripping.
Severus’ chuckle behind him soon alerted him to the fact that he’d unwittingly bent so his bum was exposed in all its glory to the Potions master’s lustful gaze.
"If I didn’t know better, Harry," Severus said in a low, husky voice, "I would think you were seducing me."
With a squeak, Harry whirled around and put his back to the counter, reached behind him to gather his clean clothes, and then quickly dressed. Severus chuckled at him again and continued to wash his body.
Within five minutes, Severus was out of the bath, dried off, and dressed in his nice black slacks, black dress shoes, and a dark blue silk shirt, which looked absolutely amazing on him. Harry couldn’t help but stare and drool just a bit at the sight. Severus really was a gorgeous specimen of the human male. A lot of people wouldn’t agree due to his facial features, but Harry found them uniquely arresting in an aristocratic way and in the intensity of his dark eyes. His Dominant was in no way a vain man, but soon after the war ended, he’d had his crooked teeth corrected and whitened. His smile was beautiful, his smirk wicked, and his leer entirely dirty. They all made Harry’s knees weak in their own special way.
Speaking of smirking, Severus was smirking at him now, obviously deducing a good portion of where his thoughts had strayed. Seizing a fistful of Harry’s hair in a firm grip that was only slightly painful, Severus tilted his head back and dropped a kiss on his forehead, his temple, and then just at the corner of his mouth. Harry trembled and sighed at the contact, but had little time to ponder on it as he was soon released and guided out of the bathroom to the kitchen Floo.
There, Severus hooked his arm around Harry’s waist and tossed the green powder into the Floo, calling out clearly, "Lovegood-Murakami residence, Hokkaido, Japan."
"Harry," Luna greeted as soon as they came through, moving forward to give him a hug and then, much to Severus’ and Harry’s surprise, hugged the Potions professor as well, "it’s good to see you, and you, as well, Severus."
Harry giggled at the look on Severus’ face when Luna let go and immediately beckoned them into the next room. The older wizard cocked a brow at him, but that only made him giggle more. One corner of his lips lifting in wry amusement, Severus guided Harry after Luna and into the dining room. He was glad to note it wasn’t a traditional Japanese dining room and was more modeled after British dining rooms with just hints of Japanese décor. He didn’t think his knees could handle kneeling or sitting cross-legged for an entire meal on the floor, neither could his back.
When Luna took her seat, Severus noted there was only one other chair, though there were two plates, two cups, and two sets of silverware in front of that chair.
"Er … Luna?" Harry called with cheeks flushed pink.
"Yes, Harry?" she replied dreamily.
"Why is there only one chair? Don’t you have others?"
"Oh yes," she nodded, "but you’ll be more comfortable with just the one. Severus would enjoy it, too." She turned to the older man and smiled. "Your meal has been placed under a heating charm so you can feed Harry first, if you’d like."
Severus looked at him with raised brows, but Harry just shrugged, cheeks still pink, and then slid onto his Dom’s lap when he sat down. Harry fidgeted in embarrassment, but was stilled by large hands on his hips and hot breath on his ear. "If you don’t want me to get hard here, pet, you’d best sit still," he whispered in a dark, warning voice that gave Harry shivers all up and down his spine.
Luna started eating first before Severus picked up the chopsticks in front of him and expertly trapped a piece of fish and some white rice between them. He offered the food to Harry, who was now grateful he was being fed rather than eating on his own since he had no clue how to even use chopsticks. He’d probably make a fool of himself if he tried. Their blonde-haired hostess gave him a small, knowing smile and continued to eat. Harry blushed again, but took his food from Severus’ chopsticks without fuss. It was a wonder the man could hold anything at all between the two slim sticks.
Harry found out he loved the fish and the rice, but didn’t much care for the pickled vegetables, though he ate them anyway. His stomach was very full by the time he polished off the food on his plate and in the rice bowl, which had been heaped high over the rim.
Severus started eating next, and Harry was free to engage his friend in conversation. "So … how are you doing?" he asked carefully.
Luna looked at him in her dreamy way and tilted her head. "To be honest, Harry, I can’t remember very much of what happened. I remember someone asking about you, but that’s about it. I don’t even remember any of the pain the healers told me they put me through."
"And your daughter?"
Luna smiled sadly and glanced behind her at the door he assumed led further into the house. "She’s been rather withdrawn, but they didn’t hurt her."
"No doubt she was traumatized by watching … them hurt you," Severus interjected with a frown.
Luna nodded to him. "I would suppose so."
"There was more than one person there?"
"There were three."
"Did you tell the Aurors? Minerva only mentioned one."
"That’s because there was only one there when the Aurors showed up. They seemed to think they couldn’t take my word that there were three of them."
"And your daughter?"
Luna shook her head and again glanced at the door. Her eyes, when they returned to the two wizards, were sharper than before. "She didn’t want to talk about it and I wouldn’t let them force her. She needs to work it out on her own before she tells anyone anything."
"Good for you," Harry told her with a solemn nod. "They should have taken you at your word."
The blonde’s eyes once again went dreamy and far away. "The culprits will be caught, regardless. Not by them, of course, but they will be caught all the same."
"And how could you possibly know that?" Severus asked, voice full of skepticism.
Harry jabbed his elbow back into the man’s side. "Be nice," he hissed.
"It’s all right, Harry," Luna said reassuringly as she turned her head to face her former professor. "Nargles told me, of course."
"Nargles?"
Harry almost wanted to tell her to stop talking, but he didn’t. However Luna managed to know the things she did, whether there were actual Nargles that told her things or not, he didn’t want Severus to have the same impression of her as everyone else did. She wasn’t crazy. Well, maybe a little bit, but no more than the average genius. People used to say Dumbledore was mad, too, after all.
"They also told me that you’d need some time to get cleaned up from your exercise and share a particularly intimate bonding experience."
Almost choking as his face flamed a dark scarlet, Harry coughed and hacked, trying to clear his throat. Severus’ hand pounded on his back three times and he managed to swallow and get his breath back.
"They also told you of our dynamic and the way I feed Harry before myself and prefer having him on my lap?" Severus asked curiously, not at all embarrassed by the topic of conversation.
Her eyes sparkled in mischief, but she said nothing and returned to her food. Severus pursed his lips. He had a feeling she knew a lot more than she was telling them. Perhaps Harry had been right, maybe she did have seer blood in her, if she could know all of that when they’d told no one except Lucius about their private interactions - and he would not have spoken of it to anyone - and there would have been no way she could have found out by any other means given the wards surrounding Grimmauld Place.
Severus finished his own food a few minutes after their hostess and then followed her into the parlor, this time guiding his submissive by a possessive hand on his hip. There was no reason to be concerned about her seeing them in that position since she already seemed to know a great deal of what was between them, clearly far more than her letter implied.
When he and Harry sat side by side on the sofa across from the chair she was occupying, Luna frowned at them both in an entirely disapproving manner. "Harry, Severus," she said, her voice clear and focused, "stop fluttering about as if I’m going to decapitate you for pursuing what makes you happy and sit the way you really want to sit."
Startled by that, unaware that he'd done anything like "fluttering about," Harry looked up at his Dom as the man looked down at him. Severus cocked a brow. It was a look that said, "Your choice." Even if he wasn't actually fluttering about, he did know what Luna meant.
Harry bit his lip and considered his options. It was up to him if he wanted to sit this way or sit in another … more intimate, more revealing way.
A touch to his lower lip made him jump, and he gave a sheepish smile when he found Severus' frowning eyes and the other wizard gently took his lip from between his teeth. He jumped again, though less noticeably, when two fingers pinched his thigh - the one sitting right against Severus’ thigh - out of view of Luna. "Sorry, sir," he apologized.
With Severus' acknowledging nod, Harry returned to making a decision.
Severus liked to hold him in his lap.
Another position he liked was when Harry stretched out flat or on his side with his head pillowed on the other man’s thigh.
Harry also liked both of those positions; they felt good and he always felt safe there.
He swallowed. He knew how he wanted to sit, but … was it okay?
"Go on, pet," Severus urged him when he saw the uncertainty in those beautiful green eyes.
Steeling himself with the help of his Dominant’s encouragement, Harry slid down onto the floor, maneuvered the man’s legs apart, then sat with his back against the couch and his head leaned against the inside of the leg on his right. Once there, he took a deep shuddering breath and then slowly let it out. This felt … good. It felt right. He wasn’t actually kneeling, but he liked being on the floor by Severus’ feet and being able to lean against him.
A large hand pushed its way through his hair in appreciation of his choice and he smiled shyly. Severus liked this position, too. His Master approved. Sighing, he relaxed further and raised his eyes only to catch Luna watching him. His cheeks flushed pink again, but he didn’t move from his spot. She had made it quite plain they had nothing to worry about from her end. She nodded to him and then turned her attention to Severus who was still petting his head.
"You’re comfortable there."
Severus looked at her curiously before responding with a slow but firm, "I am."
"You’re good for him. His mind and heart were very tumultuous before you came. You’ve given him a positive direction to work toward."
"Luna, I’m-" Harry started, only to have Severus’ hand clench in his hair in warning. Somehow, this odd visit to Luna’s house had turned Severus into his Master. Or rather, since Severus was always his Master, she’d simply brought that facet of him to the surface. He clicked his mouth shut and sulked just a bit.
"I did not like watching him waste away," Severus admitted, releasing his submissive’s hair when he remained quiet as he returned to the soothing petting motion of before.
"You care for him."
Severus was glad she hadn’t said love. He wasn’t sure yet how Harry would take that. He’d already admitted to caring for the young man, though, so he nodded. "I do. I care for him a great deal."
"Yes … I can see that you do," she murmured, her pale blue eyes drifting down to Harry for a moment before rising again. "He needs you."
Severus chuckled at the indignant noise that garnered from his submissive and nudged him with his knee. "Don’t tell him that."
Harry made another indignant noise and shoved Severus’ leg with both hands, but that only made the elder wizard chuckle more. Huffing, Harry laid his head down again, too content to start an argument - even if it was a little one. He did need Severus, he just didn’t much like to admit it so openly.
Luna laughed softly and moved the conversation to a different topic - namely, Severus’ business and what kind of creatures he may have encountered within the Potions industry. Harry was glad to have the attention taken away from him. It was uncomfortable hearing so many truths at once, especially from someone outside of himself, and with Severus sitting right there paying rapt attention. He wondered what the Dom thought of what she said.
Harry was just starting to doze as Severus’ and Luna’s voices along with Severus’ fingers running through his hair lulled him into a state of relaxation when Luna called his name and startled him awake. He blinked blearily at her, having a hard time comprehending what was going on. "Huh? Wha’s uh matter?"
"Nothing’s the matter, pet," Severus assured him. "Luna simply wanted to speak with you alone before we returned to the house."
"Oh …" Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up fully, awareness coming back. He blushed when he realized he’d been falling asleep. "Sorry," he apologized to both Luna and Severus, "I didn’t mean to doze off."
"You’re at ease there by Severus," Luna replied with a vague smile as if her thoughts were far away from the words she was saying. "Falling asleep like that is only natural when you feel that safe."
Harry covered a yawn as Severus picked him up under his arms and sat him on the sofa beside him. "Yeah … yeah, I guess."
"Severus," she addressed the Potions master politely, "please feel free to wander the house and grounds. I will send a fox spirit to retrieve you when we are finished talking."
Inclining his head, the elder wizard stood, petted Harry’s head one last time, and then left the room.
"So …" Harry prompted, "what did you need to talk to me about?"
"Are you still having dreams, Harry?"
He blinked at her, completely thrown. "What, you mean dreams about Voldemort and the war?"
"Not those," she dismissed easily, "the ones you’ve taken to having that make you so contented."
Harry flushed, wondering how she could possibly know about his dreams. He felt as if his face would permanently retain the scarlet color when he was at her house if he kept blushing at everything she said to him. "Can you …" he licked his lips, "can you see my dreams?"
"Of course not." She sounded as though it should be obvious. "It doesn’t work like that. The shamvynlawders only give me impressions of what you’re feeling when you dream and a little of what they‘re about when I ask. These dreams are important to you."
"Yeah …"
"Have you seen who it is?"
"Who …? Er, no, I haven’t. Not yet. The dream always stops before it can reach that point."
"Have you noticed any changes in it lately?"
His brows furrowed as he thought back to his latest dream. Now that she mentioned it, the voice, which had closely resembled Severus’ voice, had changed. It wasn’t quite as deep.
The corners of Luna’s lips turned up. "You have noticed."
He nodded warily. "Why are you asking about that?"
Her expression turned secretive. "I don’t think you’re ready to hear the reason just yet."
"Then … why’d you tell me all that?"
"To give you a push in the right direction." She paused to let that sink in, and then started on a new line of conversation. "How is your relationship with Severus?"
Harry huffed at her and turned his head away. "I think you already know how it is."
She tittered in amusement. "Perhaps I do. I’d like to give you some advice, if I may."
"Sure …?"
"Do not hide your feelings from him and do not be afraid to ask him if he would like to spend more time with you. He will not turn you down."
He shook his head slowly back and forth, bemused. "I still haven't figured out how you know these things. If you weren't, well, you then I'd think you were spying on me."
"Then it's a good thing it is me, isn't it?" she retorted with a mischievous smile that he couldn't help but mirror. "And that I live in Japan and have little reason to return to England."
He frowned at her and had to ask, "How did they manage to find you, then?"
She tilted her head at him with gentle eyes. "I was actually in England intending to visit you when Mizuki and I were taken. You seemed to be seeking reassurance that what you desire, what you need, is not wrong. However," and she smiled brightly at him, "you seem to have found that without my help. Severus is a good Master for you."
"Yes, he is," Harry agreed, and then frowned and thought over what she said before that. "You were in England to see me?"
In seconds her face had darkened and she'd crossed the room, one finger poking him in the chest. "Don't you dare take up blame that is not yours to take, Harry James Potter; I will tell on you. This wasn't your fault; no more than it was mine or my daughter's fault. The blame lies at the feet of the people who decided to take us and those who are orchestrating the search for you. Do you understand me?"
Eyes getting wider by the second, Harry quickly raised his hands when she poked him again, the gesture feeling almost as menacing as having a wand pointed at him. "Got it! I got it, Luna. Not my fault."
She looked at him uncomfortably closely for a moment, then nodded once and retreated back to her seat where she did something complicated with her hands that he couldn't follow.
As soon as she finished, what he assumed must be a fox spirit entered the room. It walked on its hind legs rather than on all fours and a small blue fire burned at the tip of its tail.
"Luna-sama," the fox greeted with a bow, "what can I do for you?"
"Please fetch Severus. He’s in the garden."
"Yes, Luna-sama. I will return shortly."
Harry watched the creature disappear in a burst of blue flame. "That’s a fox spirit?"
"Kitsune, in Japanese," Luna responded, though the question hadn't been specifically addressed to her.
"Are they like house elves?"
She laughed and turned gay eyes to him. "Oh no, not at all. They are free to come and go as they please and only serve those they deem worthy of their service. They are not tamed pets, nor are they servants or slaves. It is they who chose to serve the Murakami household."
"If only they lived in Britain," Harry said with a small, wistful smile. "Hermione would love to study them and see if she could find a way to free the house elves."
Luna shook her head. "House elves do not wish to be free, Harry. Most would sooner kill themselves than leave the contract under which they are compelled to serve their family. It would be wise to bring that to her attention before she causes a mass suicide."
"But Dobby …"
"Wanted the freedom to act for himself and choose who he would serve, but he still wanted to serve. That is why he attached himself to you, I suspect. You were his chosen Master."
Harry frowned as he mulled that over, then slowly nodded. "I’ll talk to Hermione about it, see if I can’t persuade her to give it up."
"To give what up?" Severus’ silky voice interjected as he swept into the room and immediately went to Harry’s side where he slipped a strong arm around him.
"Hermione’s freedom movement for house elves," Harry replied, unconsciously leaning into the man‘s possessive hold. "If it’s going to cause a mass suicide among the elves, she might listen. If she doesn’t …"
Severus squeezed the younger man close. "If she doesn’t, I will speak to Lucius on the matter. He has a large political presence in the Ministry and many supporters even now. It is doubtful her movement would gather much support in any case, especially from the purebloods, but if it looks like the motion will be passed through, Lucius will stop it."
Harry smiled, nodded, and licked his lips nervously not only for how it might be received, but also for the fact that Luna was standing right there. Her eyes were far away, as usual, but he had no doubt she was seeing everything in front of her. Before his courage failed him, he rose up on his toes and pressed a chaste kiss to Severus’ cheek. The older man looked surprised, but not angry. In fact, there was a small, rather pleased smile working its way from the corners of his lips to the rest of his mouth.
But his appreciation for the action did not stop there and the Potions master soon bent down and kissed him fully, parting his lips to insert his tongue and dominate his mouth. Harry made a small whimpering sound and wrapped his arms around Severus’ neck. Severus actually had to put firm hands on his hips and push him down and away to detach that eager mouth from his own. He smirked at the slightly dazed look Harry was giving him and the half pout on his lips.
"Severus," Luna’s dreamy voice broke the silence, "I have something to give you. Use it whenever you’re ready. And do not worry about the makeup of it; I am quite experienced in this particular field and, observing the both of you, I believe it will meet your approval."
Frowning, Severus took the flat red velvet box from their hostess and lifted the lid the tiniest bit to peak inside. He blinked several times and then stared at Luna for several long seconds before finding his voice. "You have my gratitude, Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami. I could not have wished for anything more beautiful nor more fitting. However, I do not have enough with me to pay-"
"No need," Luna interrupted him. "I made it as a gift for the both of you."
Severus stared once again and then inclined his head. "Thank you. When the time is right, I will put it to good use."
Her lips curved upward and she nodded in acknowledgment. "I’m sure you will. Now, the both of you should be returning to Grimmauld Place. You have company waiting to be let through the Floo."
Severus accepted her knowledge of the impending guests waiting for them to open the wards guarding the Floo with a smoothness that stunned Harry. He would have never imagined the always logical and skeptical Potions master would so readily accept her odd ability.
"Then I hope we can visit again, Mrs. Lovegood-Murakami," the elder wizard said, sounding completely sincere.
A grin quickly spread across Harry’s face. Severus liked Luna. He wanted to visit her again. He couldn’t be more happy if he won the Quidditch World Cup.
"You will," she stated. "You and Harry are always welcome in my home."
"You have my thanks," Severus responded with a deeper than normal inclination of his head. "Come along, pet. It’s time we get back."
Barely remembering in time, Harry slipped away from Severus’ hold to formally bow to his blonde haired friend and murmur, "Thank you for having us, Luna. I hope you have a pleasant evening."
She smiled knowingly at him and replied, "I am certain I will. Thank you for coming."
When he returned to his Master’s side, Severus wrapped his arm about him once more and kissed his temple. "You remembered."
"Y-Yeah …"
"That's very good. Let’s go, pet."
And they were soon through the Floo and back home where Severus bade him goodbye, refusing to tell him what the gift was that Luna gave him but promising he’d know when the "time was right" and left through the front door. Harry then let Ron through the Floo and sat down with him to a few games of chess and "man-talk," which basically involved Ron talking about all the baby classes Hermione insisted they go to, her mood swings, the way she needed to have everything in the nursery just right, how she had started to have her first food cravings, which Harry could only smile at as he listened. Once he would have given anything to have that kind of normal life, a normal relationship where, in a few years, he’d probably be having kids of his own. Now …
Well, now he had Severus. He had his Master. He had direction that he‘d not had since … well, since the war ended, he supposed. He was learning - about new ways of living, of communicating, of sharing a relationship, but mostly he was learning about himself. He was growing in ways he’d not realized he needed or wanted to grow.
He was still a bit uneasy about his relationship with Severus and what it meant, but Luna’s acceptance and, indeed, encouragement of it went a long way in helping further assure him that his desires weren’t wrong or freakish or any other nonsense the insecure part of him might throw out there to make him second guess himself. Their relationship was different, but so was every relationship. Theirs was just a little more different than most. And that was okay.
Smiling, he cheerfully listened to Ron’s rant about Hermione’s pickiness when it came to the brand of tangerine he’d bought the other night - at half past three, no less - and moved his queen right into the path of his friend’s rook.
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