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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
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- 4
- 5
Been a while, I'm finding a few places where I need to do a little editing and revising, but hey, here's the next chapter! Hope you like (:

Realized I totally forgot to answer reviews, so here it is a little late, sorry (:

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Warnings: Nothing major in this chapter - profanity, a little male x male flirtation

Chapter Four

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed as her best friend entered the Three Broomsticks, looking better than he had in months. “You’re here. We were afraid you wouldn’t come.”

“Why wouldn’t I come?” Harry asked rhetorically, taking a seat beside Hermione.

“Well, mate, you have been acting strange lately,” Ron answered from his wife’s other side. “What’s changed? Got a new girl?”

Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. Ginny was still a sore topic for Harry, and Ron, dunderhead that he was, often forgot the fact that Ginny was Harry’s previous ‘girl.’ She took Harry’s hand in hers. “It’s good to see you’re doing better.”

“Thanks, ‘Mione. I … took your advice, actually.”

“Advice?” Ron asked.

“You went to see him then?” Hermione inquired, ignoring her husband’s query.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. You were right, as always.”

Ron folded his arms. “Who are you guys talking about?”

“Professor Snape.”

“You mean you actually went to see the greasy git?”

Frowning, Harry picked up his butter beer and took a long swallow. “Yes, I did. I met Mr. Malfoy there, too.”

“Ugh,” Ron grimaced, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, mate. Those two together … must’ve been rough.”

“Ron,” Hermione scolded, shaking her curly head at him.

“What?”

“Mr. Malfoy has been a lot better about things, and he’s helping the Aurors, you included, round up the rest of the Death Eaters. As for Professor Snape, he helped a lot in the war. You shouldn’t be so nasty about him. In fact, you should be grateful. He saved all our lives, more than once I would guess.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t make him any less greasy, or any less of a git,” Ron grumbled, hunching down over his mug of fire whiskey.

“So,” Hermione said, turning back to Harry with a roll of her eyes for her muttering husband, “what did Professor Snape have to say?”

“He gave me a potion that’ll work to help me sleep without nightmares.” He frowned, remembering the dreams he did have now that he was taking the new potion. Many of them had to do with his imaginary ‘Master,’ as a matter of fact—a man whose face had remained covered in every dream following the first.

He fingered the amulet under his shirt—a black and green mottled snake with yellow eyes that looked suspiciously like a basilisk. He was doing exactly as Professor Snape had told him. Getting himself together, dressing, eating, and bathing. His room at Grimmauld place was clean as it hadn’t been for years. He felt better, too, healthier and happier. He had a purpose again. Yet his existence still felt incomplete. Snape hadn’t said when he could return to the man’s house, just that he should when he found himself in need of the nothing—the pleasurable pain—he couldn’t seem to come to grips with. Maybe he didn’t need it, though. He was doing fine now. His life was back on track. He was even thinking of accepting a job at Hogwarts as the new Quidditch coach since Madam Hooch retired a few years back and the new one had gotten herself injured only a few weeks before the end of the last term.

“You’re sleeping better then?”

Harry started, having forgotten he was talking to Hermione in the midst of his musings. “Yeah. I haven’t had a single nightmare for the last thirteen days.” He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve been counting.”

She smiled back in understanding. “I’m glad. You look a lot better. The bags under your eyes are gone. You look like you’ve been eating more, too.”

He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny. He never did like being stared at, even by his friends. “What about you? How much longer till Ron’s little terror begins eating you out of house and home?”

Hermione laughed, taking the cue and allowing him to steer the conversation away from himself. “You sound like Snape, talking like that. I doubt he hates children as much as he pretends.” She looked down at her very pregnant belly, caressing it softly. “It’ll be a few more months before she’s ready to come into the world.”

“A girl then?” At her nod, he put his hand over the top of hers. “Congratulations. Have you guys thought up a name for her yet?”

“We were thinking something along the line of Rosalie or Rosalina.”

“She was thinking that,” Ron grumbled into his mug. “I was thinking something simpler, like Ann or Jo.”

“Jo?” Hermione repeated, giving her husband a disbelieving look. “You want to give our daughter a boy’s name?”

“It isn’t a boy’s name! It’s … waddaya call it?”

“Unisex,” Harry supplied for him.

Ron grinned at him. “Yeah, unisex. It can be used for boys or girls. Besides, your names are too long. Why does it have t’be somethin’ complicated?”

“Why not just Rose?” Harry suggested, raising his eyebrows when they both stared at him, mouths open. “It’s simple, that way Ron can remember it, but it’s still a name meant for a girl.”

“That’s brilliant, Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Rose. Rose Weasley. I like the sound of that. Ron?” She turned to her husband expectantly.

Ron chewed his lip. Then a slow smile stretched across his face. “I like it.”

Harry listened as his best friends talked excitedly about their baby girl, making plans to change their guest room into a baby room with blue wallpaper—blue because Ron wouldn’t hear of pink—with dancing teddy bears. They went on to talk about toys they wanted to get her, their dreams for her childhood, the day she would be old enough to go to Hogwarts, where they expected her career to go, and so on and so forth. As they talked, Harry wondered where things might have gone if he had been able to have a proper relationship with Ginny. Would they have had kids? He had learned—from the gossip during the funeral, and later from Mrs. Weasley—that Ginny had been pregnant when she was killed. Obviously it wasn’t his, they had never quite made it that far, but he wondered … if things hadn’t turned out the way they did, if he wasn’t the way he was, would they have had a family?

“Harry? Harry!” Ron called, concerned by the vacant expression on his friend’s face. “You all right, mate?”

“Hm?” Harry looked up, realized he hadn’t been listening to a word they said, and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Ron. I’m okay. Just thinking. What were you saying?”

“We have to go. Mum’s expecting us for dinner. You’re welcome to join, y’know, if you’re not busy.”

“Actually,” Harry looked down at his watch, surprised to see it was after six, “I have an appointment with Professor McGonagall. Supposed to meet her about a job interview at six-thirty. Another time, maybe.” He paid for his drinks and stood, shaking Ron’s hand and giving Hermione a hug. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, see y’later mate. Take care of yourself.”

“You, too.”

“Drop in anytime you feel like talking, Harry,” Hermione invited, giving Harry’s cheek an affectionate pat. “I feel like we don’t talk enough.”

“Can’t guarantee anything since I’ll be getting a new job, but I’ll keep that in mind, thanks. See you later.”

“Bye, Harry.”

He gave her a small smile and disapparated, appearing moments later outside Hogwarts anti-apparition wards. It was still summer, as such there were no students about. Most of the teachers had probably also gone home for the summer. Even so, the castle was brightly lit. For a few minutes, he just stood and stared, lost in thought. Hogwarts had become his unofficial home during his school years. It was one of the few places he felt he belonged. Even Grimmauld place didn’t quite feel like his own. Just standing here, he felt as if the castle was beckoning him, arms wide like a mother welcoming her child home after a long absence.

A prickling on the back of his neck had him whipping his head around, putting him face to face with none other than Severus Snape. He inhaled, calming his frazzled nerves as he discreetly put his wand back in his pocket. “Evening, Professor,” he greeted, somehow managing to keep his voice from shaking.

“Good evening, Mr. Potter,” Snape replied, raising a thin eyebrow. “Is there a reason you’ve been loitering outside the gates for the past ten minutes?”

“Reminiscing, mostly. Is there a reason you’ve been watching me for the past ten minutes?”

“Admiring the view,” the man responded, face blank, voice carefully neutral.

Harry had a feeling he wasn’t talking about the castle towering above them. Sure enough, he looked over just in time to see the wizard give his rear an appreciative once-over. Heat flooded his face. Snape was ogling his ass! Not that he minded. After realizing he was bi-sexual, he had done his fair share of staring and daydreaming, though Snape had never been the focus of his fantasies while he was a student. He couldn’t imagine why not. The older wizard might not be what others considered gorgeous and his face wasn’t conventionally attractive, but he was sexy in his own right.

“And?” Harry prompted a little uncertainly. “Do you like what you see?”

“Looking for compliments, are we now, Potter?”

Harry grinned a bit at the question said in such a tone of mock disdain. “I suppose I am, sir. Care to indulge me?”

“You certainly look better than the last time I saw you,” Snape said, the corners of his lips twitching upward in something very much like a smile. “I see you followed my orders.”

“I have, sir. Does that surprise you?”

“Not as much as your obedience did the night you came to see me. The thought that you might be a sub had never before crossed my mind until then.”

Harry grimaced. “I’m still … coming to grips with that.”

“Being a sub is not something one should be afraid of, Mr. Potter.”

“I’m not so much afraid of being a sub as I am of what that entails.”

“Then you are afraid of giving control to someone else?” Snape guessed.

Harry shook his head. “Not really. Not if it was someone I trusted. Ron, Hermione, Draco … or you, for example. I trust all of you with my life, so it wouldn’t be such a big stretch to trust you with everyday things. In fact, something like that would be a big relief.”

“Then what, exactly, is stopping you Mr. Potter?”

“Fear of the unknown, plain and simple,” Harry answered truthfully. “Well,” he bowed his head, knowing what he was saying may not go over well with the potions professor who was, himself, into the D/s lifestyle, “that, and I’m already freaky enough. Saving the wizarding world from Voldemort, speaking parseltongue, growing up with a muggle family and knowing nothing about who or what I was until I entered Hogwarts, having a lightning shaped scar on my head, all that combined is a lot to deal with. Being a sub and, possibly, well … you know … masochistic on top of it all kinda puts me at the top of the heap of weirdoes, doesn’t it?”

Rather than seeming angry, as Harry expected, the Potions master looked thoughtful. “Your preferences do not necessarily need to be made public.”

“No, but you know, eventually, it’ll come out. I don’t know that I’d be able to deal with that kind of attention after what’s happened in the past with the Daily Prophet.”

“Not looking to grab attention, Potter?”

Harry grinned, shoving his chilled hands into his pockets. “Don’t try to pull that crap with me, Professor. I know how much you saw when I was having my Occlumency lessons.”

“Would you be more amenable to your … situation if you had someone behind you powerful enough to put a stop to leaks of that nature?”

“Like … who?”

“Lucius, perhaps.”

“Lucius Malfoy?” Harry repeated dubiously. “Why would he want to do that for me?”

“It may have escaped your notice, Mr. Potter, but I am not unwilling to become your Dom should you decide you would like one. Lucius has been my friend and partner for many years. We have had, and will continue to have, sexual relations. I tell you this because if you do decide you would like to try a relationship with me, my relationship with Lucius is something of which you should be made aware. I invite him, on occasion, to share my sub—if said sub is willing. Even should you be disinclined to allow him to come to bed with us, as my friend, I daresay Lucius would not find it in the least inconvenient to monitor the press as he does so most regularly already. Money in the right hands works wonders, Mr. Potter.”

“Wow. I mean … wow … that’s a lot to take in. What about Mrs. Malfoy? Doesn’t it bother her that you two are … like that? Or doesn’t she know?”

“Narcissa is a remarkable woman,” Severus murmured, putting his hands together behind his back as he moved to stand next to the shorter wizard. “Lucius does hold a certain regard for her, but theirs was a political marriage, arranged by their parents. Narcissa has long known Lucius’ preferences, and encouraged him to pursue what he desired after their line was secured by the conception and birth of Draco. Lucius is too much a gentleman to do anything behind his wife’s back.”

“That’s good to know.” Harry rubbed his bare arms, the cool summer evening pebbling his skin with goose bumps.

Noticing the movement and the shiver that coursed through Harry’s body, Severus stepped a little closer, debating whether he should offer his cloak to the young wizard. “Cold?”

Harry glanced over at the other man, following his gaze back to his arms. “Hm, a little.” As he continued to stare down at his arms, wondering what he could possibly say to the Potions master after hearing the man say he wanted Harry to be his sub, he glimpsed the face of his watch and gasped. “Holy shit, I’m late! Professor—”

“Language, Potter,” Snape scolded, watching in amusement as color swept across Harry’s cheeks and he ducked his head in apology.

“Sorry, sir. It’s just, I was supposed to meet Professor McGonagall about a job offer like … five minutes ago, so I really have to run.”

“In that case, Mr. Potter, allow me to walk you to the castle. You never could keep yourself out of mischief on school grounds.”

Ignoring the jibe, Harry beamed. “Thank you, sir. I’d like that.”

As they walked the familiar path up to the castle, Harry couldn’t help sneaking glances at the Potions master. He had never noticed before how gracefully the man strode across the ground, like a predator silently stalking its prey. It was hypnotic. He wondered what it’d be like to have Severus Snape as his Dom. He had meant what he’d said. He trusted the man with his life. However, he couldn’t help but wonder how the man would act if he actually said yes to being his sub. Would it be a twenty-four hour, seven days a week kind of thing? Would it only been when they felt like ‘playing?’ What if Snape ordered him to do something he wasn’t comfortable doing? Would Snape back down if he said no? He knew he would never be in any serious danger, yet doubts still plagued him. It was that uncertainty that made it hard to make a definite decision. If only he felt comfortable talking to Hermione about it. He knew beyond any doubt if he were to tell her—if she didn’t completely freak out on him about it—she would immediately start researching D/s relationships and within a single, long night of research she’d have all the facts, all the little morbid details and horror tales with which to regale him. It would be awkward, for sure, but simpler. As it stood, he had no idea where to even begin to find out about Doms and subs and their relationships. He had tried, but most of what he’d found was vague to say the least. He wasn’t keen on telling Hermione about this, though. She was a brilliant witch, but she still held a lot of muggle views on things. Ron knew, but he wasn’t much help in that area since he was decidedly straight.

“I assume you are here about the new appointment as Quidditch coach, Mr. Potter?” Snape suddenly inquired.

“Yes. Professor McGonagall asked if I’d like the position after the last broke her fool neck trying to perform a diving maneuver above and beyond her talents.”

“Quite a tragic accident,” Severus agreed, morbidly relieved the woman had sustained enough of an injury she was not keen to return any time in the near future. She was pleasant enough, in the way of witches, but as fickle minded as a butterfly. She also had the imprudent urge to prove she could do anything and everything she put her mind to. Somewhat like a certain young wizard, he thought, though a little more charitably. Harry, at least, had learned not to risk his life pointlessly. “Tragic, but I cannot honestly say I am troubled by it. Her skills on a broom were abysmal, for lack of a better term. Every time she was on one, I found myself surprised when she did not fall off within the first two minutes. I cannot understand where Minerva found the woman, nor what gave her the brilliant idea to actually go and hire the twit.”

Harry snickered, imagining Snape’s sneer as his perfectly melancholic morning was interrupted by an imperfect, high-pitched shriek when the Quidditch coach toppled off her broom. Perhaps not quite what happened in reality, but hilarious when one thought it a possibility.

“I suppose that’s why she called me.”

Snape gave him a penetrative look. “I suppose so.”

Harry frowned. “You don’t think it’s for a different reason, do you?”

“Perhaps … she wishes to see you because you haven’t been in contact for some time. No doubt, the job offer is real. However, I would not put it past her to lure you in this way in order to speak with you concerning your physical and mental health.”

Suddenly angry, Harry stopped and folded his arms. “I don’t need to be lured anywhere. A simple note by owl would’ve worked just fine.”

“In your state of mind at the time, I am fairly certain you would not have answered it.”

“I don’t care. I’m tired of being treated like a prize pet and a weapon. First with Dumbledore, and now—”

“Do not speak of the Headmaster in such a manner, Potter,” Snape snarled, snatching the brat up by the front of his robes. “He cared for you far more than you can comprehend. I will not listen to you sully his memory.”

“S-Sorry,” Harry muttered, averting his eyes from the livid face of the Potions master. He licked his lips, not even trying to resist Snape’s hold on him, having no desire to get away from the man. Instead, his body went limp with submission.

Sighing, Severus set the other wizard back on his feet. “Your apology is accepted. At any rate, I can understand your feelings. The Headmaster truly did care for you, but at the same time, he was an incorrigibly manipulative old coot. Minerva is of an entirely different stock, though. She may lure you now and then, but I do not believe her capable of manipulation of the sort the Headmaster would generally employ.”

“Yeah.” Harry hung his head, still feeling guilty. After all, he had been out of line.

Severus let out another sigh, drawing the younger man’s attention back to him. “I am going to have to teach you the meaning of the words ‘apology accepted.’”

“Sir?”

“Once an apology is made and accepted, Potter, that means you are forgiven. Forgiveness is to cease to blame or hold resentment for something that was said or done to offend. In my mind, it erases the fact that it ever happened.”

“Sir?” Harry repeated, not quite understanding what his former professor was trying to say.

“In other words, Mr. Potter, it never happened, therefore, there is no need to feel guilty any longer.” Ignoring the young man’s startled gaze, Severus continued up the stairs to the castle, holding one of the massive double doors open for his companion. “Aren’t you late, Mr. Potter?” he asked, mischief glinting in near black eyes.

“Oh!” Harry gasped, glancing at his watch, which indicated he was now ten minutes late, and then hurrying up the stairs after Professor Snape. “Right. Thank you, Professor. Um … if you don’t mind me asking … are you here to see Professor McGonagall, too?”

“Fortunately, I am not. I am only here in order to retrieve some of my potion supplies as the apothecaries are closed and there is an ingredient I need for a certain potion I’ve started, but haven’t been able to perfect just yet. Give my regards to her when you see her, though.”

Harry smiled. “Sure thing, Professor.”

Severus turned, walked a few steps, paused, and turned back. “Feel free to drop by my place should you find you need to talk, Potter, or if you need … anything else.”

And by that Harry knew the man wasn’t talking just anything. He blushed and awkwardly shuffled his feet. “Right … er … thanks, I’ll do that.”

With a curt nod, Snape continued on his way.

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A/N: Not sure I'm satisfied with this chapter, but well, there it is. Please read and review if you get the chance!
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