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Deserving (Final Chapter)	By : tana97 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 97732 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2: Deserving

Chapter 2

Betta by Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com all other mistakes are mine.

Harry guided Severus to the floos that were located in the middle of the lobby. Severus felt self conscious about walking through the main floor of the Ministry of Magic wearing such a short robe. He was almost sure that he still had dry blood streaks running down his legs. The healer that had examined him to make sure he was pregnant had not bothered with healing nor cleansing spells.

When they arrived at Harry’s house through the floo Severus fell to the floor upon arrival. This had never happened to him before, but he realized he had not eaten since the day before when he was told a Guide of the Light had requested him. They did not say who, but Severus had already heard horror stories. Apparently all Guides of the Light were people who had lost someone in the war and were looking for vengeance. The Ministry had justified everything saying that each Marked One who had not been convicted of a crime would benefit by the mentoring of a Guide of Light. This Guide of Light would have no restrictions in what he would choose to teach the Marked One under his tutelage.

“Get up, Snape, we have things to discuss,” Harry said without glancing at the man that was having trouble getting up from the floor. Between the hunger and the pain his body was experiencing, the simple task of getting up was proving to be difficult.

“Are you going to make me repeat each and every one of my orders?”

But Severus was half way up when he was asking the rhetoric question.

“That is better. Now, I am going to lay down the rules that you are to follow. Is that understood or am I going too fast for you?”

Severus simply shook his head.

“Very well, first, you will try to speak as little as possible and will always refer to me as Mr. Potter or Sir. You will thank me for my time and effort by kissing my hand and verbally thanking me. Second, once you have given birth to my child you will be out in the street. Do not worry; I will try to ‘guide’ you as much as possible in your carrying months. Although you and I know that you are beyond hope. I will also give you the opportunity to make some money. I wouldn’t want you crying to the Prophet that I have put the father of my child out in the cold. Therefore, you will whore yourself while you are here.”

Snape’s eyes grew to an impossible size.

“Yes, Snape, yet again you have cost me a love one. Ginny has dumped me and I will need somewhere to allow my hormones to flex. I guess we will have to set a rate. Let’s see, what would be fair given the fact that I am providing you with shelter and food?”

Severus simply swallowed hard and again stared into an undefined point in the wall.

“I say three sickles and twenty knuts for fellatio, one sickle and ten knuts for a hand job and eight sickles and fifteen knuts for penetration. If my math is correct, two penetrations will earn you a galleon. Wow, Snape, who else gets paid while earning an education? You will carry your money in this pouch…”

Throwing a leather pouch to Severus; who picked it up before the Gryffindor had the opportunity to order him to do so.

“It is to always be hanging from your sash and you will never use the money for anything related to my child. By the way, you will always refer to the child as my child. You are mainly the carrier. You are simply giving me back one of the love ones you have taken from me. Is this all clear to you?”

Severus’ mind was whirling; he would not be able to keep his child. He would not see him grow. He was going to pay an eye for an eye.

“How much do I owe you?” he asked looking straight into Snape’s eyes. Severus lowered his eyes in response.

“Are you going to make me repeat my question?”

“Eight sickles and fifteen knuts,” was the short and to the point response.

“And why do I owe you this money?” prodded Potter.

“For penetration,” answered the tall man without raising his gaze from the floor.

“He can be taught,” Scorned Harry, “Here,” he said throwing the coins on the floor, “Now make yourself scarce. I am sick of looking at your hideous face.”

Severus picked up the coins, wanting to get as far away from Harry as possible and began to move but having no idea where he was going. He entered a door that he found led him to the kitchen where Mrs. Black’s elf was placing a bowl of soup on the table. He motioned for Severus to take a seat in the chair directly in front of the bowl. As soon as Severus sat down the tiny creature was back with a basket of fresh baked bread and a pitcher of water.

“Thank you; it is Kreacher; isn’t it?”

The elf simply nodded.

It took Severus a while to figure out that the bowl was self- filling. As much soup as he had he never seemed to make a dent in the quantity that the bowl held. And the bread that was so warm to the touch and so satisfying to his hunger was also multiplying itself. Soon he could have no more and picked up the plates with the intention of taking them to the sink, but Kreacher headed him off taking the dishes from him.

“Go to bed,” was the short command.

“I do not know where. He simply told me to make myself scarce, but he did not tell me where to go. May I please sleep here in the kitchen by the fire?”

The elf disappeared and then appeared with two blankets and a pillow. He opened one blanket and spread it on the floor and then snapped his fingers. Severus was sure the elf had performed magic, but had no clue of what the magic was used for. Then he placed the second blanket that was still folded at one end and the pillow on the other. Severus could see that the elf had set it up as he would a bed.

“Thank you,” said Severus with a half smile.

When he lay down he immediately knew what the magic was used for because he was laying on the most comfortable floor he had ever rested on. It was not too soft. It had the right consistency of firmness that he enjoyed in his own bed. And when he placed his head on the pillow he was rewarded with decadent comfort. It did not take much for his aching body to rest and fall asleep.

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He woke up the next morning and was amused to see the little elf trying to tiptoe and not make any noise.

“I am up, may I be of service?” he asked the creature who turned to look at him, shook his head, and then when back to work.

“Is there a restroom I may use?”

Kreacher simply pointed to the door at the end of the corridor that leads to the kitchen. Severus followed the direction of the little finger and was soon back to help the elf.

“I have never cooked but I am sure I can set a table. Does he have breakfast in here or in the dining room?”

Kreacher did not answer and snapped his fingers. Two serving places appeared on the table, which answered the question.

“I see. Look, I am little more than his servant, so I suggest you find some use for me. I will go mad if I am made to stand around waiting for Potter to snap his fingers for my presence.”

“Mr. Potter,” said the elf serving the bacon.

Harry entered the kitchen with his Auror uniform on and sat at the table where Kreacher poured his tea.

“Are you going to need an invitation to sit?” he asked unfolding The Daily Prophet.

“I was unsure if I was allowed to eat with you, Sir?”

“You will at least keep me company when I am in the house. You will eat at the table unless your ugly face becomes too intolerable for me. I will let you know and you will be waiting for me by the floo every day. You will get used to my routine.”

“I wish to help Kreacher,” he said not knowing if he would cross the Auror for speaking.

“That, I will leave up to Kreacher. You are probably useless, but you will obey any order that Kreacher gives you,” said the young man still reading the news and eating more by instinct than by sight.

Severus approached the table and sat with caution. His body still ached from yesterday’s punishment.

“It hurts?” he asked still not looking away from the periodical.

Severus did not want to answer the question, but did not want to cross his ‘guide’.

“Yes, Sir, it does.”

“Good, let me know when it stops so I can do it again. We wouldn’t want you getting too comfy would we?” stated the young man getting up and exciting the kitchen.

“Follow,” was Kreacher’s short advice.

Severus knew the creature was right; if Potter wanted him to be there when he got home he would probably want Severus to see him off. Severus entered the sitting area and immediately saw Potter’s cloak and held it out for Harry to step into it. Harry did so and in one swift move disappeared through the floo.

***

Try as he might Severus was not able to help with the house chores. Kreacher refused to let him help in the kitchen and when he went up to find the bed where Potter had slept; the tiny elf headed him off and with a snap of his fingers had the room tidied up to perfection.

“May I help with the laundry?”

Kreacher shifted his eyes from side to side, trying to decide what to do about the request.

“You may keep Kreacher company while Kreacher is doing the washing in the back garden.”

Severus followed the elf to the back of the house and was instantly taken by the warmth the sun was freely giving.

“May I walk through the garden?”

Kreacher made a gesture with his hand that indicated that Severus should just go and let him alone.

The garden was big with large open spaces where a child could run on the soft grass without any fear of getting hurt if he or she fell. Severus was surprised that these were the thoughts invading his mind and not the collection of plants that bordered the garden. Some would bode well in his storage room. Well, after being dried and bottled. Then it dawned on him that he no longer had a storage room; that there was probably an incompetent brewer roaming through his stock without a clue of the use of half his ingredients. Once he got back to where he had left the elf washing he found a table and chair that he had not noticed before. He sat and soon Kreacher popped up in front of him with fresh squeezed lemon aide.

“Thank you; you are most kind to me. You must allow me to help you in return.”

But Kreacher just snapped his finger and disappeared.

Severus enjoyed his drink and then closed his eyes to enjoy the light breeze that was running caressing his face. He dozed off and was awoken an hour later by the elf.

“I am sorry. I assure you; I have never been this sluggish.

May I help you?”

Kreacher looked up to the sky and said, “Rain. You is best eating inside,” and snapped out of sight.

When Severus entered the kitchen he found the table set for one. He thought he should not eat so much. He had never been one for gluttony but he found that he was indeed quite hungry. After eating he saw his plates disappeared. Kreacher obviously did not want him washing up after himself. He decided to go into the sitting room where he had spotted a bookshelf laden with leather bound books. He saw that Potter did not only have wizarding books but also cared for the muggle classics. He spotted one of his childhood favorites and went to grab it from the shelf. He immediately felt the weight of his mistake. His arm was in pain. It instantly curled up against his body giving him the look of a lame dog. Try as he might he could not straighten his arm. His hand would not leave his torso but for an inch or two and his hand was flap and non-responsive.

Kreacher came into the sitting room and looked at him with pain in his eyes. He shook his head and disappeared. He could obviously do nothing to help Severus. The trapped man had no other choice but to sit and wait for Potter. Mr. Potter, he corrected himself. Three hours later he saw the floo stir and he braced himself for what was to come. Harry stepped out of the floo in full control and smirked when he saw Snape’s injured limb.

“So I see you believe to have free access to what is not yours. What was it? My wine, my wizarding chess game, oh no let me guess; my books,” he said with a knowing smirk.

Severus was grateful for the list provided. He now knew what not to touch. He maintained his head up high and walked to Mr. Potter and helped him out of his cloak. He was quite proud of the fact that he managed quite well with the use of only one hand. Harry looked at him. Was he actually expecting Snape to ask to be cured? Certainly not was the Potions Master thought on the subject. Life as a spy had taught him never to stick out his wand hand. It was always to be ready with wand at hand to defend self or those in need of defending. He had grabbed the book with his left hand so he still had the use of his stronger appendage.

He followed Mr. Potter to the table where Kreacher was placing the soup bowl in the middle of the table. Harry sat and looked up at Severus.

“Do you need an invitation? Did I not tell you this morning that you would be dining with me?”

“Yes, Sir, you did, but given the fact that I have angered you, I did not know if the invitation still stood.”

“First of all, it is not an invitation, but an order. You are not a person that I would care to invite to dinner. Second, are you really so dense that you can’t see that you have been punished for your transgression. I am not you Snape; I am fair with my punishment. One punishment for each transgression. Sit,” was his order.

Severus simply took a seat and waited for his guide to start eating before starting on his own meal. Harry was about to stretch over to get the soup bowl, but then thought better of it. He sat back in his seat and smirked.

“Pass the soup, Snape,” he said staring the man straight in the eyes.

So much for being fair was Severus’ thought. The bowl was too wide, heavy and hot to pick up with one hand. He said so in such a low voice that Harry did not hear what he had said.

“Sorry,” he said placing a hand to his ear as a mocking gesture.

Severus squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and spoke in his eloquent baritone voice, “I am afraid I am not able to pick the bowl up with one hand,” he said looking on to a speck on the wall right over Harry’s shoulder.

“I see, I wonder, how do you suppose thieves that got their hands cut off managed?”

Severus resented being thought of as a thief, but he had no other choice but to sit there and take the insinuation.

“What? No thoughts on the subject,” he said with a snort and reached over to bring the bowl closer to him. He poured his soup and then to Severus utter astonishment he poured soup into his awaiting bowl.

Severus looked up to Harry with a puzzled look.

“Do not forget, you are caring my child. You are to eat three square meals and as many snacks as the baby craves.”

Severus looked down into his lap. He knew quite well why Potter was doing this. He had suffered hunger growing up and that was not a punishment he was willing to impart.

“May I ask when my hand will heal?”

“When you ask for forgiveness,” was Harry’s to the point answer.

Severus would have wanted to argue that he did not know that the books were off limits, but he thought it a moot point. So once again he gathered himself up and said, “I am sorry.”

“What exactly are you sorry for?”

Mr. Potter was obviously not going to make this easy.

“I am sorry I touched your book without your permission to do so,” he said still not raising his gaze from his lap.

At once his hand fell to his lap. He stretched it and wiggled his fingers to get the blood flowing back into them. He could see that the curse had left a scar on his arm but other than that his arm was fine. Harry stretched out his hand in front of Severus’ face, the Potions Master took the hand and kissed it saying, “Thank you, Sir.”

Harry began to eat without raising his head to look at his charge again. Once they were done with supper Harry got up and walked to his chair in the sitting area. Severus followed but did not sit, not knowing what was expected from him. Harry whipped out his wand and had an ottoman glide from one end of the room to rest next to his chair. He motioned for Severus to sit. The professor sat in the low stool not really understanding what he was to do with his long legs and short robe. He decided to curl his legs to one side of the stubby seat. Harry raised his wand again and accioed the Daily Prophet. He read, quietly snorting from time to time. When he was finished he threw the rubbish filled paper into the fire. Severus would have like to read it. He might have gained some insight on what was going on now that the mad man was gone but alas it was not to be. Harry cast tempus and saw that the night was still young.

“Are you any good at giving blow jobs?” he asked out of the blue.

Severus was not sure if he actually wanted an answer.

“Well?”

“I have never done it before, Sir,” he answered looking at his lap but making sure his words were loud and clear.

Harry snorted: “A death eater that has never given a blow job? Oh wait, you might be telling the truth, you were after all Voldemort’s right hand man. Yes, you would be the one forcing your victims to pleasure you…”

“I have never, ever!”

“Do you dare raise your voice? Look around, Snape; we are not in your dungeons!”

“I am sorry, Sir, I did not mean to raise my voice. I have indeed committed many crimes…” Severus had to rein in his temper in order to continue. “… and I do understand that I must pay for them, but I assure you that forcing myself on to another is not one of my crimes.”

“No,” he said extending the o, “You simply either get them killed or kill them yourself,” he said with hatred dripping from each and every word.

Harry parted his legs and Severus understood that his lack of knowledge was not going to earn him a reprieve from his whoring duties. He rose, not wanting to crawl on his knees to get to Potter, and knelt down between Potter’s parted legs. He undid the button and zipper and found that this was of no use in liberating Potter’s manhood. He tried to jerk the pants down but since Potter was sitting this did nothing to help his cause and Potter was obviously not helping. He found the fly opening in Harry’s boxers and dug until he found his objective and pulled it out through the opening. Harry’s organ seemed constrained in that position but Harry was not complaining. Severus popped the flaccid organ into his mouth but try as he might the younger man was not getting aroused.

“Get off me; you are useless. You repulse me to the point that arousal is impossible with you around,” he said reaching for his money bag. He threw some coins at Snape but this time the older wizard did not pick them up. He simply stared at the coins.

“Don’t challenge me, Snape. I assure you it will not be pretty.”

But Severus did not move.

“Pick it up and thank me for not hurting you,” warned the wizard from above.

Severus did not move.

Harry pulled out his wand.

Severus did not move.

“See what I get for trying to be nice to you. I was going to wait until you had healed from yesterday’s events, but you seem to like things rough, so rough it will be. Go upstairs, strip and wait kneeling by the bed.

Severus got up with his head held high and walked to the stairs and up to Harry’s room. He entered the room and immediately striped and knelt by the bed as he had been told. He knew he was being absurd, but he was not going to take money for a deed not accomplished. It would be like taking charity. Severus had long accepted the fact that he had crimes to atone for, but charity was not something he was willing to accept. He remembered how much the first time had hurt and self-chastised for this ridiculous stand. Potter took almost an hour to show up yet Severus did not move from his position. Harry entered the room with a look of sheer hatred. He grabbed the kneeling man by the hair and dragged him to a large free standing mirror at the other end of the room.

“Look at yourself. This is what I have to see and try to get aroused by,” he said, pulling at Severus’ hair so he would look up at the image in the mirror. “Greasy hair, crooked teeth, sallow skin, repulsive, simply repulsive,” sputtered the Savior of the Wizarding World.

“Do you know how many beautiful witches I could have in my bed? But NO! I come to bed to find your sorry excuse for a human being awaiting me.”

Severus knew that what Harry was saying was all true. His own father had told him countless times how unsightly he was. His classmates had laughed at his ‘weird’ aspects more times than he cared to remember. He had only had sex with one woman, an older faculty member, and he always knew it was an act of kindness from her part. They would get together sometimes during holidays when the castle was empty and the idle time induced idle activities. She was always kind to him and tried to make him feel good about himself, claiming that he was an excellent lover. Even after he had become a senior member of the faculty she always viewed him as a kid who she was compelled to buff his ego. How he would love to be cradle in her arms at this …

“Accio pillow case,” he heard the voice thunder and awoke from his idle thoughts.

“Place it over your head. I shouldn’t have to suffer your ugly face and pay you for it.”

Severus complied and he immediately felt the kid kneeling behind him.

“Spread them,” was the brisk order.

Severus did as he was told and once again was subjected to pain beyond anything he had ever suffered. How could Potter inflict so much pain without hurting himself? And what had he done to acquire such a potent erection?

“Say you’re sorry. Say it!” said Potter as he thrust. “Beg for forgiveness,” more brutal thrusts. “Forgiveness for having killed everyone that ever meant anything to me: my parents, my godfather, Dumbledorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!” was his last strangle words as he came.

Harry pulled out and got up still trying to catch his breath.

“Get out!” as he opened the door and tossed Severus’ robe out. Severus stood up pulling the pillowcase from his head and almost fell over due to the pain that each body movement produced. He limped his way out of the room and no sooner had he stepped out; Harry slammed the door behind him. Severus closed his eyes. The thought of bending over to pick up his robe was overwhelming. But as he stood there with his eyes closed he heard two tiny fingers snapping and when he opened his eyes he was wearing his robe.

“Thank you Kreacher,” he whispered even though the elf was nowhere to be seen.

A/N

When I wrote that the story would be two parts I meant that the first one would have about 17 chapters. Not that I would tell the whole story in 2 chapters. Sorry for the confusion.
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