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A Master's Servant	By : Sayan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: In which someone tries to buy Harry
The Snape household didn't change much in the next two weeks but the small changes affected everyone.
For one thing the master of the house seemed to have lost his taste for endless evenings in ballrooms, gambling halls and whore houses. If it wasn't an important event the hostesses had to do without the moody man and his masked shadow.
Severus Snape was busy with his correspondence instead and Dobby had to give the post owls some power pellets instead of the usual normal energy food after a small common-brown owl was found in the garden completely exhausted.
Harry was everything but annoyed about this change, he never completely lost his apprehension about large crowds and now he could spend his evenings with his master in the study. Nobody could accuse the boy of being a book worm but he really liked to read. Some of the pictures were funny and the pictured people often helped him to understand the text even if they could only converse with gestures.
Another change was that the door between the main bedroom and the small adjourning room was half open every night.
The boy was completely in the dark about why their houseguest Lucius Malfoy insisted on staying. He was apparating back and forth between his family home, his office and Snape manor and the way the blond was always smirking at his friend and Harry made the servant feel uneasy. What the heck was so entertaining here?
The present for Narcissa Malfoy, Harry had gaped at the huge amount of pale blue silk and matching jewels in astonishment, had helped the wizard to get on the good side of his lady and from the look of Lucius' swollen lips and the hickey on his throat.... Even Snape had asked his friend about his unusual lasting attachment to him but only go a crooked smile and the mock-hurt accusation of being a bad host.
It was midafternoon and Severus Snape was writing another letter when Walters announced that a Mr. Peter Pettigrew wanted to talk with him. Severus knew that he had heard the name somewhere but otherwise he hadn't the faintest clue about why this man would approach him but out of curiosity he agreed.
With many bows, excuses about inconvenience and a nervous smile a little man entered the room. He wasn't old but was nearly bald with a pointy face. His whole body language and exterior reminded Severus of a rat, especially the nervous hands.
Severus had stood up politely and now, after the guest was securely seated in front of the fire, he sat down on the armrest of his chair and observed his guest.
"Mr. Pettigrew, what can I do for you?"
Another feeble smile. "Sir, I came to offer you a business deal on behalf of my eh- wife. You know how women are!" He bobbed his head enthusiastically. "I married recently."
Severus really began to wonder about this man's sanity. "My condolences."
"What? Oh, you were making a joke!" The grin was a little bit strained now. "Yes, well my wife... she is a woman."
"Obviously." Severus was beginning to get bored. He remembered darkly that he had seen this man in the entourage of Tom Riddle.
"Well, yes and she has seen your servant."
"Wonderful, we are getting to the point of this encounter."
"Point, what point?"
The taller man sighed. "I was wrong. No advancement in sight."
Another too bright smile was plastered on Pettigrew's face. "Another joke, I understand."
"I doubt it but please Mr. Pettigrew go on. You are here because your wife has seen my servant."
Another frantic nod, Severus could feel a common headache. "Yes, and she is taken, she is jealous and starves for him."
"Oh my."
"I will have no peace before she gets what she wants and- eh, you still don't know what I want from you."
"Not entirely my fault if I might point out." He could guess where this was leading and was inclined to play with this sniffling rat a little bit. "Your spouse wants something and you try to fulfil her wishes like every good husband should. Where do I come in?"
"You have what she wants, she craves, she hungers and sighs after...."
"Stop. I must tell you that as much as I admire your -devotion- and as much as I am eager to be of service, I must decline. Threesomes where never in my repertoire and I am not interested in women."
The poor visitor was nearly spluttering now and displayed a very unhealthy skin colour. "But - but - but you don't understand. My wife wants your servant. Your elegant servant. He should carry her bags and comb her hair and you know women-"
"I am afraid I don't." Severus pondered if he should waste some of his precious calming potions on this fool. A corpse in his home was not a new occurrence but he really detested the paperwork it would create.
"Well, yes. She wants to impress the other women and I have no peace day and night until I fulfil her wishes. Look at me!"
"I have been looking at you for twenty minutes, sir." Severus remarked bitingly.
"She sent me to ask if your servant is for sale. She is frantic!"
"I fear that she will stay frantic for a very long time."
"Sir, your servant was purchased so he can be sold. I am really devoted to my sweet wife and have to give her everything she wants or perish at her feet. I adore the floor under her feet, the dust on her robes.... Serve her or die is my purpose alone."
'One of the few truths that came out of your mouth.' Severus thin lips curled, thinking about a certain man's torture practices even if it came to his followers. The black haired wizard took out his wand casually, ignoring the whimpering sounds of his aghast guest and offered it casually. "Here take my wand if you don't have yours with you. Trust me, Avada Kedavra is fast and swift."
"No, dear sir, no. Please, you cannot deprive a poor lady of her greatest wish. Whatever price you ask for, I will pay it."
Severus had enough, he pocketed his wand and with his usual swift and gliding movements he opened the door, indicating that this meeting was over. "Mr. Pettigrew. I sent my best wishes to Mr. Tom Riddle and would you please tell him that my servant Harry is not for sale. Walters, show this man to the door."
Pettirew's hands clamped and unclamped. "Sir, you misunderstand me!"
"No, believe me. I understand only too well. Have a nice day."
"You are a heartless man, depriving a lady of her deepest wish."
"Yes, I am indeed heartless, I have been told so many times but you should really go now."
Walters was leading the man on his elbow to the entrance. The heavy oak doors closed behind the frantic man only to be opened by Lucius Malfoy shortly afterwards.
"Who, by Salazar Slytherin was THAT?"
"An inferior creature. I think he was one or two years under us at school, always sniffeling around stronger students. He even might have been in our year but who cares?" Severus studied his immaculate polished fingernails and glared.
"He wanted to buy Harry. What a twerp."
The blonde let himself sink haphazardly into a near armchair.
His friend rubbed over a little stain on his fingernail as if it was the most important thing in the world then he added casually: "I will be away for some days."
"That's sudden. Will Harry go with you?"
"No, he will not and I wanted to ask you to look after him. He isn't allowed to leave the house during my absence."
"Of course I will stay and look after him. I knew that there is a secret to this boy. Is he in danger?"
Severus hesitated but then shook his head. "I don't know but it is better to be safe than sorry. I wouldn't wish him to be harmed in any way. Incredible as it might seem but I a quite attached to the little jinx. I seem to get soft at my old age. I know that I am a terrible host but you will have to excuse me."
Lucius eyes followed the tall man till he disappeared around a corner.
"Soft? Maybe but not because of your age and I bet not in the more southern regions of your body..."

Harry was lying spread eagled on the carpet of the main bedroom and reading in a big tome. The boy was totally spellbound to whatever he read and wasn't reacting to his master's entry until two shining boots and the hem of a black robed come into his line of vision.
He rolled around on and came to lay on his back.
"Master! I thought you would be working till four? It is only ten minutes past three!"
"So sorry to cause you inconvenience but will you please sit up and pay attention, I have to tell you something."
That didn't bode well.
"I will have to leave for some days and you will have to stay here in the care of Mr. Malfoy. No-" Severus raised his hand to prevent the furious complaint he saw coming. "Don't argue."
"But-"
"You heard what I said. Do you want to annoy me?"
"No, but-"
Thin lips were pressed against each other in a very unforgiving line and Harry knew better than to press this issue but some really frightening ideas raised their ugly heads. Was his master bored with him, grown tired of him? That would be horrible. Maybe he should try to-
Hesitantly he neared the black haired and touched him at the shoulder. Bottomless dark eyes met green questioningly.
The next moment the boy stretched and pressed his lips against the strong chin of his master, nervously savouring the slight taste of cinnamon and salt. But the contact was broken quickly and Harry had to face an obviously furious potions master. A strangled yelp escaped the younger before he was pushed against the wall, strong hands holding him up.
"What have you been thinking!"
"You seemed to have lost interest in me and -."Harry was ashamed. "Walters said that I don't do my job well and that you will throw me out soon-" He dared to look into the older's face and regretted it. Ouch, he was in deep trouble. "If I don't t show you enough compliance and since my main purpose .....uh....you don't desire me and-"
Severus was trembling with rage and another feeling. Between clenched teeth he growled at the boy. "Walters will have to seek another household he can grace with his wisdom tomorrow morning, the fool. And you."
Harry was near tears now. That wasn't the reaction he had hoped for. "Please."
The thin but muscular body of his master was now pressing him flat against the wall and there was no possible mistake in the meaning of the hard cock that was pressed against his hip.
"Your presence or non presence in my bed was never, do you understand me, never a question of my lack of desire for you. I am the one who makes the rules and for now I will not take you and no one has the right to interfere with whatever I see fit."
Another push and then he was thrown into his room. Harry had to suppress his sobs and pressed his hands against his mouth to stifle any sound. Half an hour passed before he was able to show a feeble attempt at acting normal and he was very hesitantly entering the other room.
Severus was sitting on his bed, clothes in disarray and was just putting a jar back into his nightstand.
"I am sorry, it will never happen again."
The man on the bed gave no answer for a while, just looking at him intently. There was no sign of anger on his face anymore but no other feeling as well.
"May I- "Harry hesitated. "bring you to the car tomorrow morning?"
"I will apparate but you can help me with the luggage."
Harry smiled. Hopefully everything would go back to normal soon.
But this night the door stayed shut.
TBC
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