Broken Glass | By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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A/N: Chapter Three… *sigh* Finally, right? Careful, though… this chapter gets a little- racy.
~III~
In the next month, Harry and Severus settled into a daily routine. They would wake at eight, eat breakfast, practice defense and dueling, eat lunch at noon, move on to Dark Magic and wandless casting, relax in the living room, go for a walk, or sometimes Harry would do his summer schoolwork while Severus read or busied himself in some fashion. Dinner was at six-thirty, after which they practiced hand-to-hand combat and Occlumency, both outdoors and usually by the river. And every night Severus made Harry meditate for at least an hour just before going to sleep, usually around midnight.
They grew steadily closer, which was inevitable as each Occlumency lesson revealed more and more about each of their sordid pasts. Severus continued making suggestive remarks and teasing the boy mercilessly, bringing out his submissive nature little-by-little.
Harry had been easy enough to form a tentative companionship with, and Severus soon found that he thoroughly enjoyed the young wizard’s company. He was a pleasant mix of intelligence and cynicism, while still remaining docile and actually rather naïve, and- Merlin, he was fun to tease!
Sooner than he’d thought possible, the Boy-Who-Lived had managed to worm his way into the “irreplaceable” category in his life. Their companionship turned into friendship, and from there evolved into a strong bond of respect, fondness, and- much to his delight- trust.
Yes… Harry trusted him. Maybe not as fully as would have liked, but it was there and it was strong. It was on the twenty-sixth of July, a Monday, when he decided it was time to make his first move.
They sat at dinner, eating in comfortable silence, when he cleared his throat, drawing Harry’s attention. “I think tonight we will skip combat. You are progressing much faster than I had hoped- in all matters, but especially in that. The extra time can be used for Occlumency, as- while you are no longer absolutely abysmal- you could do with the most improvement in that area.”
Harry nodded. “I agree. It’s a good idea.”
“We’ll also take Friday off, as well as the usual weekend,” Severus said.
Harry looked up, startled. “Why?”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “What have I said about questioning my decisions?”
Harry lowered his eyes. “Sorry… I was just wondering what warranted the extra day off.”
Severus smiled. ‘This will work out perfectly… as long as I play my cards right.’ “As I said, you have done exceedingly well. I am very pleased with your progress.” Harry perked up at this. He didn’t know why, but something in him truly wanted to please the man- more than anything else. It was all rather confusing, but he actually quite enjoyed the feeling. “And… well, it is your birthday on Saturday, isn’t it?”
Harry blushed lightly. He was becoming rather annoyed at how frequently and how easily he blushed in the man’s presence. In fact, it took quite a bit of effort not to blush simply because of the man’s presence. “I didn’t think you knew…”
“Really? Or is it that you hoped I didn’t?” Severus asked.
“No! That’s not it… I just didn’t think it mattered all that much,” Harry muttered, picking at his food.
Severus sighed. He’d noticed that Harry had a habit of pushing his food around on his plate or simply looking at it, as though eating would be some sort of mortal sin.
“Eat,” he ordered, “I know you’re hungry and you’re not leaving this table until you’ve cleaned your plate.”
Harry grinned, complying hastily. Somehow, it was easier to eat when Severus told him to in that commanding tone. Actually, it was easier to do most things when Severus ordered him to… Shrugging the disconcerting thought away, he set about devouring his mashed potatoes. When he finished, he helped Severus clear the table and then went to sit by the fire with his cloak in hand.
The Occlumency lesson, being twice as long, was also twice as exhausting. By the end of it, Harry could sense when Severus was in his mind clearly, and effectively push him out. However, he was still too slow and it still took far too much energy for him to succeed. So by the end of it, he was so worn out that Severus feared he was pushing the boy too hard.
Harry collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. The last memory that Severus had drawn out was a particularly painful one of his time at the Dursleys. Usually, Severus only looked at memories of Hogwarts and his adventures or his emotions. He’d only ever drawn on sensitive memories when he needed something drastic to get Harry motivated. And even then, he tried to stay away from anything involving Harry’s abusive relatives. He’d seen firsthand how upset the boy became when he saw those particular memories, and he thoroughly disliked being the cause of it.
Severus, seeing his obvious anguish, handed Harry a piece of chocolate (1). “Eat this. You’ll feel better.”
Every time Severus did this, Harry was immediately reminded of Remus, and he grinned. “Thanks…”
When Harry had finished and he was, once again, calm, Severus helped him to his feet. “Follow me. There’s something that I wish to show you.”
Harry nodded, already wondering where he was being led. It was an uneven path, entirely uphill, and by the time they stopped, Harry was utterly exhausted… again. They must have walked at least a quarter of a mile!
“Where- are we?” he asked once he’d caught his breath. I’ve got to get back into shape… Although, in all fairness, he had been forced to jog the entire way to keep up with Severus’ long strides. How many times has he been up here? He’s not even out of breath!
“Look,” Severus said, gesturing at the river.
It was then that Harry noticed how much louder the rushing water had become. He looked at the river and gasped. “It’s beautiful…” The river was twice as wide at this point, and was running wildly down the mountain, broken by jagged boulders and rapids and waterfalls. Bright moonlight filtered down to the water through the canopy of the forest, creating a luminous patchwork across the surface.
“I come here sometimes after you’ve fallen asleep,” Severus said, “It helps me to think and the sound of it calms me.”
Harry turned to smile at the dark man next to him. He simply studied him for a moment, as though seeing him for the first time. He’d never realized how handsome Severus was before. He wasn’t at all ugly, as had been his initial opinion. His face was strong and angular… he believed the romantic term was Romanesque. It occurred to him that the man was in his element there on the mountain, in the dark, mysterious, untamed forest. Finally, he spoke. “Thank you for sharing this with me,” he said quietly, speaking both of the secret spot and rare unguarded moment, “It means a lot to me that you-”
In the next moment, Severus had Harry pinned against the nearest tree, catching his lips in a fierce, insistent kiss. Harry’s eyes widened, before falling closed at the feel of the those surprisingly soft lips pressed roughly against his own. Severus’ hands gripped his hips firmly, while Harry’s were fisted in the man’s shirt.
Harry felt Severus’ tongue slide against his lower lip and opened his mouth obligingly. Severus dominated the kiss without question, but he felt a shiver of pleasure when Harry’s tongue began tentatively moving against his. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the boy’s ear, licking along the shell before grazing and nibbling the soft lobe with his teeth.
Harry gasped and moaned loudly. “Wh- what are you doing?”
“You don’t know?” Severus said, his husky voice in his ear making Harry shudder. The man chuckled. “I’m doing exactly what I want…”
His lips, teeth, and tongue worked their way lower, to Harry’s neck. He slipped the boy’s cloak off, moving his shirt to the side so that he could reach the spot where neck and shoulder met. He slipped a knee between Harry’s thighs, pressing it against his erection and smirking when his bucked and he moaned again, louder this time.
“S-stop…” Harry gasped, unconsciously rubbing his erection against Severus’ leg.
“Do you really want me to?” Severus asked, lifting his head to gaze into bright emerald eyes, darkened by lust.
Harry held the gaze for a moment before whispering, “No…”
Severus smiled predatorily and captured his lips in another deep, probing kiss. His hands stilled Harry’s hips before one moved to unclasp the boy’s pants. He pulled Harry’s erection free, delighting in the gasp he felt, rather than heard. He pressed him harder into the tree with his body, stroking him firmly and slowly.
Harry writhed against the tree and his hands moved to tangle themselves in Severus’ hair. He crushed their lips together more tightly and raised onto his toes, trying to get closer to that torturous caress.
Severus’ mouth muffled Harry’s moans and gasps and mewls of pleasure. He loved that he was the cause of those delicious sounds and groaned when Harry’s leg came in contact with his own aching arousal. There would be time for that later. Right now, he wanted to focus on Harry, and Harry alone.
Harry tore his mouth from Severus’. “Faster! Gods… ah! Please…”
Severus stilled his hand and smirked when the boy practically screamed. “Please what?”
“Please… faster… please!” Harry gasped, tears of frustration slipping from the corners of his eyes. He didn’t care that he was begging. He needed this…
Severus leaned in close to Harry’s ear and whispered, “Say my name.”
“Severus,” Harry gasped, and he did scream when the man tightened his grip and began stroking him in a frantically paced rhythm, “Oh gods! Ah! Severus! Severus, Severus, Severus!” And he came with that name on his lips, sagging into the man’s supporting warmth.
Severus tucked him back into his trousers, casting a silent cleaning charm on them both. He clutched Harry to his chest and lowered them onto the soft, cool grass. Harry’s breathing was still ragged and uneven, and his eyes remained closed as Severus wrapped them in his discarded cloak.
He felt safe in the man’s arms. Safe and warm and calm. And he liked it. He wanted to stay there forever, in Severus’ strong embrace next to the beautiful, wild river. He wanted this amazing feeling of being protected and cared for never to end.
“It doesn’t have to,” Severus said quietly.
Harry started. He’d been so distracted that he hadn’t felt Severus’ presence in his mind and he cursed himself. “What do you mean?” he asked, looking up at him.
“It doesn’t have to end,” Severus said, “I don’t want it to any more than you, and frankly I hadn’t meant it to.”
Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“What I mean to say is that… we could have a relationship,” Severus explained.
Harry thought about it for a moment and found that he wasn’t at all adverse to being with Severus. He’d never really thought of men in that way before, but he rather liked the feel of it.
“What kind of relationship?” he asked.
‘Ah… the difficult question…’ “Lovers, companions… ‘boyfriends’, if you prefer the socially acceptable label. A couple, essentially.”
Harry smiled and settled back against Severus’ chest. “Sounds good to me.”
“I- have to warn you, before you agree to anything, that I do not have… conventional relationships,” Severus said.
“How so?” Harry asked.
“I’m sure you don’t know much on the subject of a- Dom-sub relationship, but that is what I would expect,” Severus replied.
Harry moved away quickly, staring at him in shock. “I’ve heard things…”
Severus quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh? What, pray tell, have you heard?”
“That one person is the Dominant and the other is the submissive, and the Dom basically controls the sub. Any time I disobeyed you, I’d get whipped or beaten and I ‘d have to call you Master and sit at your feet like a dog,” Harry said distastefully, “I’d be your slave. You’d own me. If that’s what you want, then I’m afraid I’m not the right person for the job.”
Severus couldn’t contain his laughter. That was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. He pulled a squirming Harry back against him. “What drivel have your classmates been feeding you?”
Harry stilled. “Was I wrong?”
“Nearly one hundred percent,” Severus said, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, “**You were right in that there are Dominant and submissive partners, but after that you completely lost it. My job as your Dominant would be to care for you in every way. Financially, emotionally, physically, and… sexually. I would give you orders, yes, and I would expect them to be obeyed, but I would never make you do anything that could harm you or make you uncomfortable. I would protect you, with my very life if necessary, and take care of you. If you disobeyed a direct order, I would punish you, but I would never whip or beat you, I swear it. There are other, less damaging forms of punishment. And I would never deprive you of food.”
Harry processed this information quickly. “It sounds good so far… what about-me?”
“As the submissive party, you would, as I said, be expected to obey any direct orders. You would also need to trust me in all aspects of life and trust in my decisions and that I would never hurt you or those you care about. I would not own you, Harry, but you would be mine, and mine alone,” Severus explained, “I would not expect you to call me Master. Sir will suffice, or my given name in more relaxed or intimate situations, and I will not make you kneel or sit at my feet if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Would I be allowed any freedom at all? Or would you just run my entire life?” Harry asked.
Severus was pleased to see that he was seriously considering it. “You would be allowed almost as much freedom as you have now. If you agreed, you would turn all monetary assets over to my name, as well as any estates, however I would consult you before doing anything with them. You would be expected to tell me of any plans you have and ask permission. Generally I would make most decisions, but, as I would expect of you, I would inform you of them and you could object and make suggestions. However, if I felt that it may cause you harm, I have the right to do as I see fit. That it why trust is so important.** Do you trust me, Harry?”
He looked deep into Severus’ dark eyes, feeling the man open his mind. Finally, he smiled and kissed him tenderly. “With my entire being, I trust you, Severus Tobias Snape.”
“And will you accept this relationship, its terms and conditions, and all of the duties and responsibilities that come with it?”
“Yes…” Harry breathed. He felt the prickle of magic run through him and suddenly a scroll appeared between them.
Severus picked it out of the air and stood, helping Harry to his feet.
“What is that?” Harry asked.
“This is a copy of the contract you just entered into,” Severus replied, “The ministry has been notified of our relationship and of our bond.”
“Bond?” Harry echoed, following Severus back toward the house.
“Yes. You have just bound yourself to me, Harry,” Severus said, smirking.
“What? You didn’t tell me anything about a contract or a bond!” Harry exclaimed, attempting to storm past the man.
Severus caught his wrist and pulled him to a halt.
“Let me go! You lied to me! I can’t believe how stupid I was to believe you…” Harry said, trying to twist out of Severus’ grasp.
“I did not lie to, Harry. I meant every word of what I said. Now, calm down,” he said sternly, making Harry still. He could sense the fierce sincerity of the man’s words and sighed when Severus drew him into his arms. “The contract does not become valid until your seventeenth birthday, when you come of age. It can be voided any time from now until then. Do you want that, Harry?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No… I’m sorry, Severus. I do want this. I’m so sorry… I said that I trust you, and already I’m- mucking everything up.”
“Do you trust me? I need to know, honestly, before we go any further with this,” Severus said.
“I do!” Harry said, clutching Severus’ arm and looking up at him, “I trust you! I just- it’s weird, I guess. The thought of somebody else taking care of me, you know? I’ve taken care of myself for so long… but I do trust you and I am sorry for how I behaved.” He lowered his eyes, feeling ashamed at his childish actions.
Severus smiled. “You are forgiven. This is new to you, so it is natural for you to be nervous.”
Harry looked back up at him, grinning. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Cheeky brat,” Severus growled, giving his backside a sharp swat beneath his cloak.
Harry gaped at him. “I can’t believe- you just spanked me!” he laughed.
“Yes, well, I’m being lenient for now…” Severus said with a grin of his own.
~III~
Hah! Chapter three is all done! YAY! I’m rather proud of this story. It’s turning out rather beautifully and is becoming a fast favorite of mine! So please REVIEW! I thrive on REVIEWS!!!
(1) Many of my friends have asked me why Severus gives Harry chocolate. Well, it’s basically like with the dementors. Harry is feeling rather upset and he’s all distraught, so Severus gives him a piece of chocolate. Chocolate releases endorphins in your brain, which give one a feeling of happiness or euphoria. Basically, it just makes you “feel better”. Lol.
** The explanation of a Dom-sub relationship is based upon many other similarly themed stories that I’ve read, as well as a fair few hours of research both on the internet and at my local library. This is as accurate an explanation as I could find. ^_^
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