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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 7: Deserving

Title: Deserving

Author: Moon of the Sea

Beta: Ellie perverted.intellectual@gmail.com

Chapter 7

The months passed quickly. It became more and more common for Harry to ask Snape to sleep in his bed. The Gryffindor would start off the night in his side of the bed and would end up snuggled with his cheek on Severus’ back. He would inhale the Slytherins’ scent from time to time and seem to sleep peacefully after doing so. But one morning found them in the opposite position. Severus had Harry cupped against his chest and it was Snape inhaling Potter’s scent. It would not have matter but for the fact that the Potions Master was humping his Guide. Harry woke with a startled squeak and when he figured out what was happening he jumped from the bed and started screaming at his charge.

“YOU DIRTY FILTHY PIG! HOW DARE YOU!? GET OUT OF MY BED.”

Severus had no idea what had gotten into him. He had always been a man capable of controlling his urges. The only possible explanation was that he was having a dream and apparently a good one at that. But of course his Guide was not about to give him the benefit of the doubt and he knew he was in for some hard punishment.

“Accio… accio… ACCIO…”

But Harry had no idea what he wanted. The ruler seemed too tame for the occasion. He did not own a whip and a broomstick seemed too harsh for a man that was carrying his child. He curled his hands into a fist in frustration.

“Sir, I assure you I was not doing it on purpose. You saw me; you saw that I was asleep.”

“And how could I see you if I was naïve enough to turn my back on you?” said the Chosen One, voice full of scorn.

“Sir, I swear to you that I woke when you awoke.”

“Leave, leave, LEAVE! I can’t stand the sight of you. You disgusting pig.”

Severus saw that there was no purpose on continuing to explain. The Guide would never believe him. So he grabbed his robe and left the room. He reached the kitchen red with embarrassment, wishing his Guide would have punished him. He really deserved it.

Harry did not come down to breakfast and two hours later Kreacher popped up in front of Severus.

“Harry Potter Sir is calling you,” said the elf with regret in his voice.

Severus took a deep breath and walked up to the dreaded bedroom. He knocked and the door magically opened without a word being said. He walked inside and knelt beside the seated Guide.

“Stand and look at what is on the mantel,” said Harry in a monotone.

Severus stood and looked down at the contents on the mantel. There in the middle lay his wand. He had to curl his hands into a fist not to grab it.

“Oh, so you haven’t noticed your wand. It has been there since the day I brought you from the Ministry. I was always very impressed with your restraint. Now I know it was simple ignorance,” he taunted the helpless man. “No, it is not the wand that you should be looking at.”

Severus had to make an effort to move his eyes away from the wand and when he did he found something very puzzling: empty vials. He looked from the vials to Harry.

Harry waved the wand at Severus’ direction and muttered and incantation. Snape couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Imperio had been cast. The Marked One raised his head with an unspoken question on his lips.

“Every time you masturbate you will feel the need to bottle your seed and present it to me. I will then punish your hands with the ruler. You will receive ten to each side of your hands, if my math is correct that would make twenty strikes. Is this understood?”

Severus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was being stripped of his most basic need of privacy. He would be punished for tending to his needs. Thankfully he was not a man that submitted to his urgencies. He was pretty sure that he would not have to go through the humiliation of presenting Potter with a vial of his seed.

“Is that understood?”

Severus nodded his accent.

“I will not have you doing these things under my roof. While you are here you will act like a decent person; however hard that might be. Understood?”

Again Severus nodded.

***

The following Monday when Harry came home from work Snape was waiting for him with his head hanging low and his big hands holding the small vial.

“What is that you’re carrying?”

Severus opened his palms and revealed the small glass bottle. Harry looked at him with utter disgust.

“You are so filthy. I can’t believe I have to deal with this crap after a long day at work. Get the ruler; I don’t even have the energy to accio it.”

Punishment was imparted as soon as Severus returned with the ruler and he was then instructed to go to the kitchen to eat and sleep. Severus was grateful that he did not have to sit and knit in front of his guide. He was burning with shame and wanted to hide it under the covers. He could not understand what had come over him. Sunday had been pure torture: he had the urge to wank all day long but the presence of his Guide reminded him of the consequences. Today as soon as his Guide had left he fell to his animalistic desires. He could not understand it; it was so out of character for him.

The days to come proved trying to the Marked Man. He could resist the urge for a day but the next day found him presenting his guide with the glass vial filled with his seed. Severus was finding it difficult to eat or sleep. His embarrassment followed him even in his dreams. And soon it was time to see Poppy again. How was he going to explain his bruised hands? She was sure to scorn his Guide who was simply trying to keep a decent household.

“Severus! What happened to your hands?” she asked as soon as she saw him.

“Yes, Snape, tell Madame Pomfrey what happened you your hands,” encouraged the Guide.

Severus looked down in utter shame.

“Snape, it wasn’t a request, answer Madame Pomfrey’s question,” ordered the Guide.

The Marked One mumbled something under his breath.

“I don’t think she heard you; did you Madame Pomfrey?”

“Stop this right now, Mr. Potter. You will not torture him and expect me to stand by and not do a thing to help my friend.”

“Don’t you mean former friend? Madame Pomfrey.”

“I never say anything I do not mean, Mr. Potter.”

“I can’t stop wanking,” blurted out the humiliated man.

The matriarch looked at him in disbelief.

“Severus, you do know that is normal during the second trimester of a male pregnancy, right?”

Harry looked shocked at the revelation but not as nearly as shocked as Severus. The Potions Master looked into his former colleague’s eyes and simply shook his head from side to side.

“Severus, you need lots of love and care during your pregnancy. The baby needs to feel that you are content. That he is being brought into this world surrounded by love. Severus, given your unfortunate situation, being under the care of a brute, you will need to satisfy your urges on a daily bases.”

It was Harry’s turn to feel embarrassed. The matriarch turned on her heels and went to her office when she returned she threw a book at Harry.

“Here, READ what you should have read before you decided to father a child. But apparently complete ignorance was not a hindrance or even a consideration for you Mr. Potter,” admonished the witch.

Harry pocketed the book and waited quietly for the witch to finish her examination. He didn’t even move to protest when Poppy healed his charge’s hands. While Severus was getting dressed Poppy stepped out to greet her next patient. It was Draco accompanied by Kingsley. Harry could hear the conversation through the curtains.

“Poppy, you are going to have to give me a Pepper Upper Potion. I can’t keep up with him. If this second trimester isn’t over soon it will be my death.”

Harry could hear Kingsley and Poppy laugh and he heard a smack, which he assumed had been Draco slapping his guide. Harry guided his charge to the door, said his goodbyes and disappeared as soon as possible.

When they got home Severus was excused and he walked to the kitchen with a renewed sprint in his step. He was not twisted. Kreacher immediately picked up on his good disposition and decided to tempt him with a sizable serving of chocolate cake and a tall glass of cold milk. The tiny creature was happy to see that Severus’ appetite had returned.

Severus was in front of the kitchen’s hearth reading when Kreacher popped up in front of him and told him that he was being summoned. Severus remembered to take off the pointy spectacles before entering the sitting room. He approached his guide and was about to kneel when Harry told him to sit in his stump.

“I have taken off the Imperio and gotten rid of the vials but I still want you to tell me when you do it. Can I trust you to be honest?”

Severus didn’t understand the purpose of the report but he figured it was better than what he had lived through. So he nodded his consent. He still tried to control his urges and was proud of himself when he could go forty- eight hours without touching himself. Soon the trimester was over and he was spared the oral report whose purpose he still did not understand. Harry never seemed to do anything with the information.

At the end of the trimester and after a week with no report from Snape Harry called him into his room.

“Has it really been a week since you touched yourself?”

“Yes,” said the man with his chin held up high.

“Take off your robe and stand by the fire. You know I don’t like it when you get into my bed with cold feet.”

Severus obeyed the order and finally understood the reasoning behind the reports.

***

Harry came home the following Friday and informed Severus that they had been invited to Kinsley’s house for dinner, apparently Kingsley had purchased a computer and needed Harry’s help in hooking it up.

“Kingsley asked if you would come along. It seems the last month is a hibernation month. He says Draco does nothing but sleep. He is hoping you will be able to keep him awake during dinner,” said the Gryffindor as he walked up to his room with Severus on his tail.

Harry began to undress and Severus understood that he was about to take a bath so he entered the bathroom and ran the water. He added some lavender oil because the kid always needed to relax.

Potter entered the tub absentmindedly and didn’t even think to thank Snape for his thoughtfulness. The Marked One waited for his Guide to get up and then received him in his arms with a big over fluff towel. He dried the kid’s overactive hair and continued down in his ministration. Harry just stood there as if this was part of his everyday routine. When he was dried he walked to the bedroom and Severus opened his wardrobe taking out a pair of jeans and a black, fitted, long sleeve shirt. Harry nodded his consent but declined the cotton briefs that were being offered. Commando then, thought the Slytherin.

“I think you should wear your institutional robe,” said the Guide looking at his charge.

Harry was surprised at Severus’ submission to that particular order. The once stoic man simply bowed his head and said, “I will go change, Sir,” and was turning to leave when Harry changed his mind. “No, I think you have earned the right to dress in your best hand me downs. Go wash up and change. I expect you to be ready in fifteen minutes by the floo. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” he said turning to leave yet again but he heard Harry clear his throat and knew something was amiss. Comprehension dawn on him and he turned went to his guide, took his hand and kissed it. “Thank You, Sir, you are most kind.”

***

When they arrived at the Shacklebolt household they were greeted by Kingsley, Draco and their elf Dilly.

“Harry, thank you for bringing Severus, this way they can go off and we will be free to work on the computer.”

“Off where?” asked the cautious Gryffindor.

“Oh, well… we can leave them in Draco’s room.”

But the little snake intervened, “Maybe the Professor can help me with the nursery. I have been so sluggish I haven’t done much to it.”

Kingsley smiled and then winked at Harry as if Harry were in on his little joke.

“Sure, let’s go get you two settle in the nursery. Will that be acceptable Potter?”

Harry simply shrugged and followed them up the stairs with Snape on his toes. When they got to the room Kingsley looked once again to Harry: as if he was in on his little scheme. Harry had no idea what Kingsley was on about but as soon as the door was opened and Draco stepped in he understood. Draco was looking at the room in disbelief. There was nothing to be done to the room. It was the perfect little nursery. Well, if you like murals of bears winking at you. Draco turned around and ran to Kingsley hanging from the tall man’s neck he kissed and thanked him.

“It is perfect. I love it. Thank you… thank you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you; you don’t have to thank me for things you and my child deserve.”

“But you are so kind to me. Oh, Kings, I can’t believe my luck. You are wonderful. I know I have been so sluggish lately but I promise you I will not fall asleep tonight,” he said with a shy smile that sent a clear message.

Kingsley smiled back at his charge then smiled at Harry with a smile that said ‘aren’t I the lucky one?’

“What exactly are they going to do if the room is already finished?” asked Harry.

“The professor and I can go to my room to talk.”

“Is the computer downstairs also?” asked Harry.

“Downstairs?” questioned Kingsley.

But Draco caught on, “My room isn’t downstairs. It is the room next to this one and across from Kingsley’s”

Severus ducked his head, not wanting to show his surprise and Harry arched his eyebrow but decided to avoid the subject.

“Where did you say the computer was?”

“Downstairs, Mr. Potter, follow me.” And the two Guides left their charges behind.

Draco guided his ex-professor to his bedroom. Severus was pleased to see that his former charge was indeed being treated very well. The room was spacious and decorated in good taste. The bed was big and there was a nice chair next to the fireplace and next to the window was a desk and chair equipped with quills, ink and parchment.

“He does take good care of you; doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he does. I know he is no Longbottom but he is my champion.”

“Longbottom?” asked the Professor with a raised eyebrow.

“You do know that he is networking to help us Marked Ones right?”

“No, I did not know. I am not subscribed to the Prophet.”

“So he doesn’t let you read his copy.”

Severus simply shook his head.

“Well, it doesn’t matter much. It isn’t like Neville can go publicizing his deeds. He has organized the elves. They are to report any injustice committed against us.”

“Did all of them agree?”

Draco cast his eyes down, not wanting to meet Severus’.

“Draco?” prompted the tall man.

“All except Potter’s elf. They say he is too old and cannot go against his master but Neville is making sure you’re taken care of.”

Severus smiled, “So Kreacher isn’t in on this underground alliance?”

“No, Professor, but as I said, Neville has made sure you are well guarded.”

“And how exactly has he managed that?” he asked as they casually sat on the bed with their legs under them.

Again Draco cast his vision south, “I don’t really know. He wouldn’t tell me but I trust him. If he says he has you covered,” he lifted his head to show his confidence, “then you can be assured that he has found a way to protect you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I assure you I am in no need of protection. You can let Longbottom know that even when Kreacher wouldn’t join his coalition he has managed to be ‘my’ champion.”

“Kreacher?”

“The ‘old’ elf you were speaking of,” said the master brewer with a satisfied smile.

“Well, that is nice to know because in all honesty, Professor, I was so worried about you. When I went into Poppy’s examination room and saw the bloody bandages that were left behind when you left I felt my world come apart. That is when Kings got Neville to come here and assure me he was keeping close tabs on you.”

“Draco, I do not want you to fret about me. I assure you: no injustice is being committed when it comes to my person.”

“Yeah, well we all know that Potter does not believe we are being treated unfairly. He has refused any and all attempts to get him to speak out for us. It would only take one interview with the Savior of Our World and all of this would come to an end.”

“I am afraid it is entirely my fault. It is me he wants vengeance from.”

“Professor you can’t honestly believe that. He’s an imbecile and there is no justification for that.”

Draco noticed that his words had made his guest uncomfortable so he decided to change the topic.

“So are you out of your second trimester?” said Draco with a stifle yawn.

“Yes.”

“Are you sleepy all the time?” again trying to hide a yawn behind his hands.

“It seems not as sluggish as you.”

Both of them laughed and then Draco stopped and Severus looked at him trying to decipher why the abrupt change.

“I am afraid,” said the blond, intent on a spec on the sheets.

“Draco, what are you afraid of? I thought Kingsley treated you well.”

“Oh, he does, but… this whole…”

“Draco, what is it?”

“It scares me to give birth,” he said, curling a piece of the sheet in one of his fingers.

Severus lifted his chin with a finger, “Draco, I can assure you the pain will be minimal with the potions that Poppy will give you.”

“The potions?”

“Yes, hasn’t Poppy told you? I used to make them for her. It is a set of potions that she uses that makes the whole process less painful. Draco, a male birthing involves excruciating pain and until the potions were invented many died giving birth.”

“But it must involve some kind of pain. My mom always said that the reason she didn’t have more children was because the pain was too much to bear.”

“For some reason the potions are only effective in a male birthing; for years Potions Master have tried to develop a female potion with little avail. Draco, speak to Madame Pomfrey she will put your mind at rest.”

“Thank you, Professor, I will.”

They were called down to dinner and Severus noticed that Harry wasn’t there. He looked at his host and Kingsley explained that Potter wanted to finish up downloading some programs on the computer but would soon be joining them. Sure enough minutes after they were seated Harry entered the dining room in the middle of the conversation.

“What do you mean you didn’t know about the potions? Does this mean you have been fretting over this the whole time?” asked Kingsley holding Draco’s hand.

Draco simply nodded.

“Draco, how can I make you understand? I won’t allow anything bad to happen to you. Please believe me,” pleaded the Guide.

Draco looked up at him with a smile and a thank you. Harry had no idea what they were talking about and looked lost as he sat trying to make sense out of what was being said. Kingsley decided to fill him in.

“Draco didn’t know about the birthing potions. He was afraid he would have to endure the excruciating pain that comes along with a male birthing; as if I would allow that,” scuffed the dark man.

“Birthing potions?” asked Harry.

“Yes, hasn’t Poppy spoken to you about them? They will be in no pain whatsoever. She will give them the first potion when the pain begins. That will help them with the pain until their water brakes then she will give them the second potion that will eliminate the pain of the final contractions and the incision to get the baby out. This is why it is very important that you let Poppy know as soon as the pain begins because you can’t administer the second potion if the first one hasn’t been taken,” explained Kingsley.

“What if the potions are not given at all?”

“It can be the death of the birthing father.”

“And the baby?”

“Potter, what exactly are you getting at? You signed a document in which you agreed to protect Severus.”

“I didn’t agree to make life easy on a criminal.”

“Who would be the criminal if your baby’s birthing father is dead and your baby dies of starvation?”

“He is a strong man. I seriously doubt that labor pains are going to do him in.”

“You are insane if you think Poppy would allow you to do something like this to Severus. You do not want to find yourself at the end of her wand,” warned the angered man.

“Mr. Kingsley, this shepherd’s pie is delicious; may I have a second helping?”

Every one turned to look at Severus in astonishment, but it only took a second thought to understand that the man was clearly diverting the sore subject. Kingsley took pity of him and decided to drop the subject.

“Severus, you can have as much as you like and I will have my elf wrap you up another portion so you can take home.”

“Thank you, Sir, you are most kind.”

Draco looked at Kingsley and they were both hurt to see such a strong man acting so meekly. Not much conversation transpired afterwards and soon the night was whisked away and goodbyes were said.

“Harry, I appreciate you coming by and helping me with the computer. Now when I have to protect the Muggle Minister and they ask my for my email I can actually give them one. Above all I am grateful for you bringing Severus. He did manage to keep my little dragon awake. My deepest gratitude to you,” he said with a little bow.

“I enjoy tinkering with the computer,” was Harry’s roundabout answer.

He looked at Snape and pointed to the floo. Snape obeyed the unspoken order and walked towards the floo.

“Wait!” said Draco walking towards his ex professor and wrapping his arms around him “Thank you, Professor, may the fates bring us together soon,” he said, patting Snape’s back.

Severus smiled at his former charge and before he knew it he was embraced by strong, dark arms. “Chin up Severus, chin up,” was Kingsley’s advice.

A/N

I need to take a moment to thank Alicia, LadyIvy, and misswarchan for their reviews. I look forward to them and really enjoy reading them every Sunday and Wednesday. I know that it is not easy to sit and write a review (most people don’t) so to see them come back chapter after chapter really keeps me going. Thanks!

Until next Wednesday when chapter 8 will be up,

Your friend,

Moon of the Sea
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