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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Crap, I hate it when I forget something (like the chapter title) and I press add chapter, but it won't add it (because the chapter title's not there) and then all my work is lost!! Well, anyway, here's the next chapter for you. Enjoy!
Warnings for this chapter include: flirting, some general fluff, profanity, some hints of D/s, biting ... and whatever else is in there that I may have forgotten, lol
Chapter Nine
                “How cute,” Andromeda chuckled, elbowing the Potions master sitting beside her, watching Harry and Teddy chase each other around on their brooms. “He’s showing off for you.”
                One corner of Severus’ lips lifted minutely at the observation. The younger man was showing off for him, sending an excited grin his way every time he completed a particularly difficult maneuver. It was rather charming, especially with the flush of adrenaline and exertion in his cheeks.
                “This thing you’ve got going on with Harry …” Andromeda said slowly, unsure if her observations of the man were correct, “it didn’t just start over the course of the past few weeks, did it?”
                Expression neutral, Severus turned to look at her. “To what thing are you referring?”
                She pressed her lips together, eyebrows furrowing slightly, unsure if she was intruding where she was neither wanted nor needed. “Your feelings for him. It seems to me they aren’t a recent development. Am I mistaken?”
                Severus relaxed and leaned back into his seat, taking a sip of the chilled wine Andromeda’s house elf had brought out for them. Despite her actions before in allowing him to take over the matter with Harry when he was having a breakdown, her carefully worded inquiry had called into question how she might see their not-quite-intimate, not-quite-platonic relationship. Now he could see her question was made simply out of curiosity, not as an accusation. “You’re not mistaken. I have watched over and protected him from afar for many years. It started out as only that, though by the end of the war the purpose behind the protection I offered him had changed—became more personal than simple duty or the fulfillment of a debt I owed. Since then, those self-same feelings have only grown firmer.”
                Humming thoughtfully, Andromeda lifted her wineglass to her lips, though did not drink, peering at the dark-eyed man over the rim of her glass. “You surprise me, Severus. I never thought you one to be so open about your feelings.”
                “I forsook wearing masks—of any kind—eleven years ago, Andromeda, as soon as I knew of Voldemort’s demise,” Severus replied, posture relaxed, though his eyes were haunted. “I vowed to myself I would never again step into such a role that required hiding so much of myself. I lost enough to that madman without also losing my identity.”
                “Does Harry know about your feelings?” Andromeda wondered, though, from what she and Harry had talked about concerning the Dom, she already thought she knew the answer.
                “He does not.”
                She frowned. “And why is that?”
                “Simply because that is not what he needs right now. What he needs from me is not for me to act as a lover, but for me to act as a Master, as someone he can depend upon to take control of what he can no longer handle on his own. I will not hide what I feel from him, nor will I deny the existence of such feelings should he ask, but until he is ready to allow himself to accept them, I will let him believe as he will of my reasons for concerning myself with him and his wellbeing.”
                “If I didn’t know any better, Severus, I would have thought you a Gryffindor,” Andromeda teased, laughing at the almost horrified look he gave her in response. “Your self-sacrificing streak is remarkably wide when it comes to that young man.”
                Severus grunted. “Self-sacrificing implies the lack of selfish motivation, Andromeda, and I assure you, of that I have more than enough to keep me firmly entrenched within the house of snakes.”
                She hummed thoughtfully in agreement, took another sip of wine, then set the glass back on the table and stood. “I think it’s about time to call it a night. It’s getting dark.”
                “Indeed,” the Potions master murmured, downing the rest of his own drink while Andromeda called her grandson and his godfather down from their brooms. He watched Harry race toward the ground, pulling up at the last second before jumping off his broom in time to catch his godson around the waist as he followed him down, both laughing as Andromeda scolded them for being reckless. Something like pleasure warmed his chest as the bright-eyed former Gryffindor looked his way and grinned as Severus imagined he might grin at one of his mischief-making friends. He lifted an eyebrow just to see what the other man might do and watched the grin slide off his face to be replaced by parted lips and a spreading blush. Perhaps Harry wouldn’t need more punishment that night, but neglecting his Potions research was well worth it when he was able to get such attractive, honest responses from the younger wizard. Unable to resist the sight of the red-cheeked, golden-skinned, windswept, sweat-soaked young man, Severus beckoned him over. He saw Harry’s Adam’s apple bob and his eyes flick from his godson to Severus a few times, before he ducked his head and near enough shuffled over.
                “Sir?”
                The Potions master removed a few strands of hair from the other man’s sweaty face and wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow. “I believe you are in need of a shower, Mr. Potter.”
                Nervously pressing his lips together at the man’s proximity to him, Harry gave a shallow nod. “Mm … I probably stink.”
                “Probably,” Severus agreed, smirking when Harry’s eyes narrowed at him. He lowered his voice and gently brushed away the moisture that had accumulated on the younger man’s skin below his brilliant green eyes. “You’re beautiful when you fly, pet.”
                “Y-You think so?”
                “Oh yes. You’re quite attractive when you’re riding a broom.”
                Harry didn’t miss the innuendo within the seemingly innocuous compliment, having heard such teasing from Draco on a few previous occasions. He’d blushed then simply because the blonde had needed to explain the innuendo to him and had done so in graphic detail, including several other innuendos he had heard a few times around his work place and even while browsing shops in Diagon Alley, not to mention from some of his obsessed fans. Now he blushed for a different reason entirely, his stomach twisting into a somewhat queasy, somewhat anticipatory knot. Severus wanted him to … oh dear, sweet Merlin. He wondered what the man’s broom looked like ….
                Bloody hell, he couldn’t believe the git had used that line. It was just so … not Snape.
                He jumped when warm breath tickled his ear.
                “Care to share the reason for that blush?” Severus inquired huskily.
                Breath hitching, Harry’s mouth clicked shut as he shyly, but adamantly shook his head, face going even redder when the Dom chuckled, the low timbre of his voice going straight to his groin.
                “W-Well, I should go … er … shower, you know? I’ll see you later or … or tomorrow, I … I gue—“
                “If you’re curious, pet,” Severus interrupted with a wicked gleam to his eyes, “I’m not unwilling to let you see it.”
                Harry’s eyes widened, his face growing so hot he was sure steam had to be pouring from his ears. “You … Y-You’re not serious.”
                “I am quite serious, pet. Quite serious. I may even allow you to touch it, if you ask.”
                “I-I … I don’t know if that’s …” he paused, swallowing heavily at the expression on the older man’s face, then finished quietly, “a good idea.”
                “What’s not a good idea?”
                Harry jumped nearly a foot in the air at the sound of his godson’s voice, flushing ten shades of red at the thought of Teddy overhearing his conversation with Snape—even if the eleven-year-old wasn’t likely to understand what they were really talking about. “N-Nothing! I’m going to … er … go inside and get cleaned up. You should probably get cleaned up, too, then we can ask Annie’s house elf to fix us some hot chocolate before bedtime. Sound good?”
                Giving his godfather a slightly suspicious look, gears turning behind his intelligent, currently amber eyes, Teddy agreed. “Yeah, okay. Is Professor Snape staying over, too?”
                “Your grandmother has given me permission to spend the night,” Severus answered before Harry could say anything. “I apologize if it causes you any inconvenience.”
                The young boy waved a dismissive hand. “It won’t. You saved my godfather’s life. I’m really grateful for that. As long as Nanna’s okay with it, you can drop by and stay over any time.”
                Surprised, but oddly pleased by the boy’s good manners and the intelligence he showed in his speech pattern, Severus inclined his head. “Thank you, Mr. Lupin, I appreciate the sentiment.”
                “Come on inside, Teddy,” Andromeda called from the doorway, beckoning him over. “Bedtime’s in twenty minutes.”
                “Okay, Nanna, I’m coming,” Teddy called, waving. Then he turned back to Harry, eyes changing from amber to bright pink and hair turning a light purple. “Harry, would you tell me a story tonight?”
                Harry smiled. “You’ve already heard all the ones I know, kiddo.”
                Teddy bowed his head, clearly disappointed, and started wringing his hands together. “I-I wouldn’t mind hearing them again. I mean, I know you don’t know a whole lot about my mum, but … the stories about my dad …”
                “All right, moonlet,” Harry agreed, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately. “Aaah, but …” He stole a glance at the dark-eyed wizard who was observing their interaction intently.
                “But?” Teddy prompted his godfather curiously.
                Biting his lip, Harry quickly shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the Potions master. “No, never mind. It’s not … It’s nothing.”
                Quite aware of what the younger man wanted, but was too nervous to ask for, Severus decided to take pity on him. “I believe Harry is attempting to tell you that I may have some stories concerning your father. We were in the same year at Hogwarts, after all.”
                Harry’s eyes widened, “S-Sir, do you think that’s … I mean … he was—and with Sirius and my … my dad—“
                “It was mainly those two I had an issue with, Mr. Potter. Fortunately, Lupin was smart enough to keep himself uninvolved for the most part.”
                “Uninvolved in what?”
                Severus frowned down at the boy, wondering if Harry had actually tried to keep his father’s, godfather’s, and their friends’ not-quite-admirable actions from him. Surely he wasn’t going to be so foolish as to try to paint the boy’s father as a saint as those around Harry had with his own father?
                “Moonlet,” Harry sighed, immediately dissipating that worry, “you remember I told you my father, your father, and their friends made a lot of mistakes when they were in school?”
                “You mean … the bullying and pranks?”
                “Yes. Professor Snape was … well, he was a target for a lot of the pranks they pulled as well as the majority of the bullying.”
                “Oh …” Raising his pink colored eyes to the dark-haired Potions professor, the color somehow more subdued, Teddy mumbled a quiet, “I’m sorry.”
                “For what, Mr. Lupin? You are not responsible for the actions—or lack of action, in this case—of your father. You have nothing to apologize for. In truth, most of the memories I have concerning your father are not particularly pleasant ones. However, that does not mean I didn’t notice his better qualities. Sometimes being in a position of opposition gives one a better perspective of a person than those who are friendly with him.”
                “Then …?”
                “Go inside and get cleaned up, Mr. Lupin,” Severus instructed firmly. “When you are ready for bed and have had the hot chocolate your godfather promised you, I will impart to you what I knew of your father and answer whatever questions you may have to the best of my knowledge and ability.”
                With an enthusiastic agreement, Teddy bounced away into the house to take his shower, leaving Harry alone with the smug-looking Dom.
                “Thank you, sir,” Harry said quietly, gaze shyly averted. “Being able to hear about his dad means a lot to him.”
                “Yes, I am certain it does.”
                Harry sighed quietly, still staring absently at the door his godson had disappeared through. “I’m glad he has people around him who can tell him about his parents. Not just the good things, but the mistakes they made, too.” He pressed his lips together, the skin around his eyes tight with remembered pain and some amount of anger. “No one’s perfect, and it’s not fair or right for someone to make a child believe their parents were incapable of making mistakes. It’s not healthy. And the shock of learning they’re not all that you thought they were is …” He shook his head. “It hurts.”
                “Your relatives didn’t tell you anything about your father?”
                Harry snorted. “You’re kidding, right? You’re one of the few who know how they truly felt about me, sir. Do you really think they’d be the type to tell their unwanted, freak of a nephew they wouldn’t even acknowledge as family about his just as unwanted, freak of a father? No, if I had believed what they told me of him, my father would have been an unemployed, good-for-nothing drunk who got himself and his wife killed in a drunken car crash.”
                “My apologies,” Severus said sincerely. “I did not mean to dredge up such terrible memories.”
                Taking a deep, calming breath, Harry shook his head, raising one hand to absently rub at his neck, unconsciously pressing his fingers into the concealed bruises left by the Potions master’s teeth. “It’s fine. They’re out of my life now, and that’s the way they’re going to stay.”
                Severus’ keen eyes observed the fingers dancing across the Glamour covered skin, brushing softly, then pressing down for a moment, and then fluttering softly once more. The young wizard didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it, which was the reason he wasn’t going to punish Harry for it. Not unless it became a problem. With Teddy and Andromeda already in the house, though, he had no compunctions about seizing that hand and tugging the other man over to him.
                “S-Sir, wha …?”
                “Hush. Be still.”
                Confused, but having already given his trust to the dark-eyed man, it was easy for Harry to give over control of his body, following the pressure of the hand against his cheek and tilting his head.
                “Drop the Glamour, pet,” Severus ordered.
                A touch to his wand and a flicker of concentration and the Glamour dropped, revealing the red, purple, and blue prints of the Dom’s teeth. He shuddered, his breath stuttering out of him when the older man’s hot breath ghosted over his skin. The heated air was followed shortly by an equally hot swipe of a tongue, and then the sharp, biting pain of teeth. He raised his arms, clutching at Snape’s shoulders, harsh pants and strained whimpers hissing out between his teeth at the unexpected action from the other wizard. “M-Master …” he breathed, groaning when the teeth retreated only to be replaced by that hot, slick tongue once more, lapping sensually at the throbbing wound.
                “How does that feel, Mr. Potter?”
                “Good … feels good, Master,” Harry replied, sighing when Snape nodded and stepped back.
                “It would seem you prefer a slightly deeper, longer lasting pain.”
                “Sir?” Harry inquired breathlessly, not really understanding.
                Severus gestured toward the open back door. “Get inside and wash up. After your godson has fallen asleep, if you’d like we can then retire to your room and I’ll tell you some of the things I learned about your father as well.”
                “Yes, sir,” Harry responded quickly, lest the man change his mind. “Th-Thank you, sir.”
                “My pleasure, pet.”
***҉***
                “I had no idea Remus had a crush on Sirius during school,” Harry whispered as he tucked a sleeping Teddy under the covers. “Why didn’t they ever get together?”
                “Oh, they did, for a short time,” Severus replied, smirking at the memory. “Until they realized they were both tops.”
                Harry frowned, glancing up when he finished tucking Teddy’s blanket into the edge of the mattress. “Neither of them were willing to bottom?”
                “Mmm,” the Potions master hummed thoughtfully, “for them it wasn’t a matter of willingness as much as a matter of instinct. Lupin was an alpha werewolf and Black’s animagus form, the dog, was also an alpha. They were simply incompatible.”
                “And … my dad, did he have anyone he liked? Besides my mum, I mean,” Harry inquired curiously as he bent to kiss his godson’s temple.
                One corner of Severus’ lips curled upward at the action. Reclusive as the younger man may have become over the years, he remained an affectionate person, ever ready to offer the kindness and gentle touches he was denied as a child. “No,” he said in answer to Harry’s question. “For your father, Lily was it. When he met her, he had eyes for no one else. Loyalty was one of his better traits.”
                “So … how does that work? With you and my mum, I mean. Aren’t you … er … bent? Or did you just realize that later on?”
                “Oh no, I’ve known I was bent since I was nine. Your mother was an exception to that.”
                “Do you … resent her for not choosing you?”
                Severus quirked an amused brow at the curiosity the younger wizard was displaying. “I thought we had agreed I was going to tell you about your father, but it would seem you’re more interested in simply hearing about me. Is there something I should know, Mr. Potter?”
                “N-No,” Harry stuttered as he hurried to get up off the bed, putting his back to the other man as he walked toward the open door. “I’ve just … been curious is all. I mean, you’re not usually that open about yourself.”
                “I had no reason to be open,” the Potions master retorted, though not unkindly. “Not many care to ask me about myself.”
                “O-Oh, well … do you mind if I … ask a-about you?”
                Severus’ lips curved into an almost predatory smile as he noticed the flush of red showing around the rims of Harry’s ears. In two long, graceful strides, he had his hand against the other wizard’s lower back, which he used to propel him out of the room where his godson was sleeping. With little more than a wave of his hand and a glance, the door swung shut, ensuring their relative privacy as he spun the smaller male around to face him and pushed him back against the wall opposite Teddy Lupin’s bedroom.
                “Sir …?” Harry called, voice somewhat shaky, chest rising and falling rapidly—though whether in excitement or trepidation, Severus couldn’t be sure.
                “Shall we play a game, Mr. Potter?”
                “A … game?”
                “Mm … a game,” Severus repeated with a firm nod.
                Harry licked his lips, butterflies fluttering in uneasy anticipation in his stomach. “What kind of game?”
                “I’ll allow you to ask me one question—any one question—and answer you truthfully, so long as you answer me truthfully.”
                “How will I know if you’re answering truthfully? You know I’m pants at the mind arts.”
                “Indeed. Which is why … Accio Harry Potter’s wand …” He smirked when Harry’s wand flew out of the younger man’s back pocket and landed in his outstretched hand. Then, holding out his hand for Harry’s, he handed the wand over, curling the other wizard’s fingers around the warm, wooden shaft. “… I am giving you permission to cast the Revelare Veritas spell on me. With that spell, your wand will glow green if I’m telling the truth and red if I’m lying. Now, here’s where it gets interesting. While I will be required to answer your questions to the fullest and truest extent that I can, the questions I ask you will only require that you answer in one of three ways.”
                Harry’s eyes went a little wide with apprehension, worried when he saw the way the older man was looking at him. “And … those are?” he prompted, not really sure he wanted to know the answer, but too curious to back down.
                “First,” Severus answered, smirking as he held up a finger, “that it feels good. Second,” here he held up a second finger, enjoying the shudder he felt go through Harry’s body, “that it hurts. Or third, that it’s both.”
                “W-What kind of question are you going to be asking?”
                “You will just have to wait and see, now won’t you?”
                “And … er … what happens if … if either of us lies? I mean, there’s a … penalty, right?”
                “Indeed there is. If either of us lies, we would each have to discard one item of clothing or, if that is not to your liking, the one who asked the question can set forth one task the other would have to complete for the game to progress.”
                Thinking that over, Harry frowned, intrigued by the idea of the “game” the Potions master was proposing. “What would happen if I … or you … don’t know the answer to the question?”
                “If either of us isn’t sure of the answer or we simply do not want to answer, a pass can be used. However, the passes will be limited to three. Once those three passes are gone, they’re gone, so I would suggest using them wisely.” He paused to let the rules of the game sink in so the other man had a chance to think through the consequences of playing. After several moments of patient silence, he ventured, “Well, Mr. Potter, what is your answer? Will you play the game?”
                Harry pressed his lips together nervously, but nodded. “All right. Sure, I’ll do it.”
                “Excellent,” Severus purred, grabbing the younger man’s arm and pulling him into the guest room Andromeda had given him to use. “We’ll do it in here. It’s more private than your room—farther from where Teddy and Andromeda sleep,” he explained when Harry threw him a confused look. Releasing the other man’s arm, he took a seat on the edge of his bed, waiting until Harry also took a tentative seat before beginning. “Go ahead and cast the Revelare Veritas spell … good,” he praised when Harry did as he was instructed. “Now, you may ask your question first, Mr. Potter—any question you like.”
                “Yes, sir. Erm …” Harry hesitated, unsure what to ask now that he was called upon to do so.
                “Shall I answer the question you asked before?” Severus inquired in an amused tone at Harry’s troubled expression. “About whether or not I resented your mother for not choosing me.”
                “O-Okay,” Harry agreed, relieved to have the decision of which question to ask taken out of his hands for the moment. “Do … Do you resent her?”
                “I did … at first. Later I realized that, although I loved her dearly, I would never be satisfied with her. She was too strong-willed, far too independent to ever be able to submit as fully as I would need from my partner. And I knew I would always crave the touch of men. It wouldn’t have been fair to her. Did I resent her? Yes. But do I resent her now? No.” The tip of Harry’s wand flashed green, and Severus smiled. “My turn. Remember, you answer one of three ways or you may pass.”
                Nervous, but still curious as hell, Harry nodded his acquiescence. “Yes, sir.”
                “Mmm … I’ll start with an easy one, then. How do you feel about masturbation?”
                Harry flushed a deep scarlet. He’d known those were probably the types of questions the Dom would be asking given the three fixed answers he could make, but it still surprised him to be asked such so bluntly. “F-F-Feels good … sir.”
                Severus smiled indulgently. “Of course it does. Ask your next question.”
                “H-How old are you?”
                Severus raised an amused eyebrow, chuckling when it made the younger man’s blush deepen. “Should I be offended?”
                “W-Wha—no! No, I was just … I didn’t know what to ask … so I just—“
                “It’s all right, pet,” the Potions master reassured the panicking wizard. “I am not ashamed of my age. I am forty-nine years old.”
                Again, Harry’s wand flashed green, though he wasn’t really paying that much attention to it as he realized he was almost exactly twenty years younger than the Potions master.
                “And, since you’re curious about my age, Lucius is fifty-five years old.”
                Harry tilted his head. “He’s older than you?”
                “He is.”
                “Oh … I thought you two were the same age.”
                “Now, Mr. Potter, another fairly easy question for you. How does it feel when you’re being spanked?”
                Quickly, Harry lowered his eyes, knowing they’d be the first giveaway that he was aroused by even just the thought of the man’s palm cracking against his ass. “B-Both … feels g-good … and hurts.” He bit his lip when he felt Snape’s fingers under his chin, but didn’t resist when the man urged his chin up to get a clear look at his lust-blown pupils, and exhaled softly at the pleased expression he received in return for his compliance. An unintentional, breathy, “Master …” slipped out and, embarrassed, he jerked his head away, refusing to meet the other wizard’s compelling black eyes. Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he went on to his next question. “Wh-When did you know you were … a … a sadist?”
                “Shortly after graduating from Hogwarts. My lover at the time noticed the signs and suggested I see a Master he knew at a club he frequented about receiving training to control my sadistic urges so I didn’t inadvertently hurt one of my lovers as I had previously … as I had hurt him.”
                Harry raised his head, though he didn’t quite meet the older wizard’s eyes. “Training? How …? What does …?”
                Severus held up a forestalling hand and then curled all but his pointer finger down. “Remember the rules, Mr. Potter. One question.”
                “S-Sorry.”
                “Don’t apologize. Curiosity is an admirable trait, one I will encourage when it is tempered with the appropriate amount of caution.”
                “Okay, sor—“ He pressed his lips together, swallowing back the apology, and then started again. “Okay.”
                “Better,” Severus said, nodding. “Next question. What are your feelings on orgasm denial?”
                “I … er … p-pass.”
                Severus smirked. “Passing already? We haven’t even gotten to the hard questions yet.”
                Something like annoyance flashed in those bright green eyes as Harry repeated a little more firmly, “Pass.”
                “Very well, Mr. Potter. Your turn.”
                And he was back to the meek, blushing young man he’d been before, stumbling over the question he wanted to ask. “Well, s-sir, the … the tra-training you were talking about … what does … I mean, how do they …?”
                “You want to know how it works, correct?”
                “Y-Yes. Yes, sir. But … er … is the question too broad?”
                “Did I say how specific the questions need to be?”
                “No, sir …”
                “Then, there’s your answer.”
                “O-Oh … so then, how does the training work?”
                “To put it simply, when I went to undergo training, the Master was a Dom and sadist, and I was—for a time—his submissive.”
                “H-Huh?”
                He smiled at Harry’s obvious shock. Clearly, the boy thought he’d never been in the position of a submissive. Well … when it came to actual penetrative sex, he hadn’t, but in all other ways he had. “It is usually best and easiest to learn about the boundaries and rules of being a Dom with sadistic tendencies through being in the role of a submissive under an experienced Master. It gives us a better idea what we’re putting our submissives through, helps us sympathize—though we can’t understand fully since we don’t find pleasure in receiving pain or being dominated—and also gives us an idea of about where the boundary between causing hurt and going too far lies. Does that answer your question?”
                “S-So … I guess that means … you really do know what you’re doing,” Harry murmured, more to himself than to the man sitting next to him.
                Severus smiled slightly and inclined his head. “For the most part. The boundaries are always different between individuals, even if they are both of the same type. Even if there was another young man with the same submissive and masochistic characteristics that you display, it wouldn’t mean his tolerance for pain, or sensitivity to it or any other stimulation would be the same. That is why we have to set rules. Why communication is so important. That way, we both—both the submissive and the Dominant—know what to expect from each other.”
                “Oh … I see. Y-You can ask your question now.”
                “Are you sure?” Severus inquired, sensing a bit of hesitation. “I can go into more detail if you don’t understand it fully.”
                “N-No,” Harry hurried to assure the older man, not wanting to dwell on the feelings that revelation had provoked, the way that knowledge somehow made it so much easier to say yes to becoming the Dom’s sub. “No,” he repeated, pushing aside the disconcerting, embarrassing thoughts, “please … go ahead and ask your question.”
                “If you insist. How do you feel about cutting? Actual cutting, not just scratching—deep enough to draw blood.” He didn’t miss the way Harry’s hand went to his left arm, the same arm Peter Pettigrew had cut open during the ritual to resurrect the Dark Lord.
                “I … I-I …” He cut himself off, eyes flicking up uncertainly. “H-Hurts.”
                “Mmm,” Severus hummed, but said nothing more, gesturing for Harry to ask his next question.
                “When did you and Mr. Malfoy get together?”
                “A few months after his trial ended. Officially, at any rate. We were together off and on for a number of years before that, as well.”
                “And … er …” he flushed, recalling the one question rule and mumbled out an apologetic, “n-never mind. Your question?”
                “What are your feelings on nipple torture—pinching, biting, twisting, clamps, clothes pins, turning them red with a strap, crop, cane, or whip, etcetera?”
                “B-But I … I’ve never done a-anything like—”
                “In that case, tell me how you think it would feel. Use your imagination. Surely you can imagine it, at least to some extent.”
                “I … I think it would hurt, s-sir.”
                “Are you certain that’s how you want to answer?”
                “Yes, sir …?”
                “Then I suggest you choose which penalty you’ll take. Some part of you thinks it would feel good.”
                “You … You choose, please, sir.”
                The corner of Severus’ lips twitched. He had expected this. The younger man couldn’t help but test it to see what kind of penalty Severus would be doling out. “Very well,” he answered softly, innocently. “Tell me about your most embarrassing moment.”
                Harry’s head lifted in clear surprise. “What?”
                “Your most embarrassing moment, Mr. Potter. Tell me about it. That is the penalty I choose.”
                “But—”
                “No buts. You told me to choose, and I have chosen.”
                “M-Most embarrassing?”
                Severus nodded, saying firmly, “The most embarrassing moment you’ve had.”
                “Er … I guess that’d be the time I was held captive for a few hours by one of my obsessed fans.”
                “Oh?” Severus prompted, eyebrows rising. “Go on.”
                “W-Well, it was probably nine … ten years ago now. I had completed my Auror training a couple months before then and I’d just finished a lengthy case involving a few Death Eaters that fled when Voldemort fell and wasn’t getting a lot of sleep and … well, it cost me. I was exhausted and sloppy, not nearly as alert as I was usually—as I should have been—and got hit by a stunning jinx and dragged off to what I later found out was the home of one of my most obsessive fans. When I came to, my hands were tied to the headboard and my feet to the footboard in naught but my skin.”
                “That sounds rather disturbing, Mr. Potter, not embarrassing.”
                Harry shook his head, cheeks turning a light pink. “No, the embarrassing part came a little later, when the idiot was trying to force me to have sex with him and the Aurors finally showed up.”
                Severus’ eyes narrowed, lip curling into a dangerous, silent snarl. “He wanted to rape you?”
                Again, the flush deepened and the younger wizard averted his eyes awkwardly. “Not … exactly.”
                The Potions master frowned, taking that in, then smirked when he understood what Harry meant, though the smirk was just as dangerous as the snarl before it. “Ah, he thought to take your seed, rather than plant his. I assume he had taken a male pregnancy potion?”
                Having hit the nail on the head, Harry grimaced and nodded. “Yeah. Fucker thought if he gave me babies, I’d stay with him and we’d live,” his voice took on a sarcastic falsetto as he finished contemptuously, “happily ever after.”
                “I assume the Aurors arrived before anything could happen?”
                Harry grunted, lowering his head again, cheeks, ears, and neck all a deep scarlet. “Mm. Problem was … I’m bi-sexual … and the bloke wasn’t exactly—he was decent looking … a little more than decent looking if I’m being honest. He’d also spent some time getting … getting me ready, so I was …”
                “Hard?” Severus suggested when the younger man fumbled for the right word.
                Barking out a tense laugh, Harry awkwardly corrected, “Rock hard. Ready-to-blow hard. I learned later he used an aphrodisiac, but ... by then my secret was already out. Not many people knew I was bi-sexual. Actually, at that point only two did—Ron and Andromeda. And that night was when Draco found out I wasn’t just attracted to women. He was the one who called the Aurors since he’d witnessed the guy carrying me off.”
                “Mmm, quite a way to find out, I imagine. But surely you already knew he was bent?”
                “I did, but we had only just started to become friends and I wasn’t sure how he’d react—whether or not he’d use the knowledge to try to get back at me—so I hadn’t told him yet. Then, to have him find out like that … along with pretty much the entire Auror division. Half the guys I worked with wouldn’t look at me or talk to me for the next month while the other half simply tried to avoid me altogether. Then there were the jokes. It was mortifying, to put it lightly.”
                “And Draco?”
                “He and I hit it off really well after that incident. He didn’t care. That isn’t to say he doesn’t tease me about it now and then, but he and I both know it’s all in fun.”
                “I see,” Severus murmured, satisfied. “What is your next question?”
                “I just wondered … were there any subs … men—whatever—that you and Mr. Malfoy shared between you before … before me? Before asking me, I mean.”
                “There have been a few, three or four—I can’t remember the exact number—but none of them ended well. How do you feel about piercings, Mr. Potter?”
                Harry pressed his lips together, swiped them with his tongue, then answered softly, “Hurts … I think. Why didn’t sharing a submissive end well?”
                “Lucius and I are extremely controlling, highly sadistic Doms. None of those we’ve tried to share between us have been able to handle it. They weren’t able to accept both of us fully and, in the end, chose to leave us. Speaking of Lucius and I, what are your feelings on double penetration?”
                Harry’s breath hitched a little at the thought—though he was unsure if he was more nervous about the prospect, or turned on. Whichever it was, he wasn’t ready to let the other wizard know. “Pass.”
                “That’s your second one. Be careful, Mr. Potter, you only have one more.”
                Acutely aware of that, Harry gave a curt nod, then asked, “Why did you choose me? A-As a potential … maybe … submissive, I mean.”
                “Because I feel Lucius and I will be able to provide what you need in the capacity of Masters. I also feel that you are sufficiently resilient to handle the both of us as few can—our need to control and our need to cause pain. In fact, it is my belief that you can not only handle it, but thrive in it. We can help you grow, help you become secure in yourself and accept yourself for who and what you are. I know that probably sounds strange to you—submission to many seems like weakness and dependence. But I assure you, it is not. It takes a great amount of trust and strength to give over control the way we will ask of you.”
                Harry frowned. Truthfully, for him it wasn’t all that hard to give control to the Potions master. He trusted the man. After all, Severus Snape had saved him on more than one occasion, probably a lot more than he was even aware of, given he was the one who had had to steer Voldemort away from anything that might lead the madman to him. Perhaps he’d have a harder time giving his trust to Lucius Malfoy, but he felt as long as Snape was there, it would be all right to try.
                And that was when it hit him—he did want to be Severus Snape’s submissive partner. Or, at least, he wanted to give it a shot.
                “Have you thought of another question you would like to ask, Mr. Potter?” Severus inquired, noting the sudden change in the young man’s posture and expression—as if he had just realized something.
                Abruptly, feeling awkward, Harry stood. “C-Can we stop here for tonight, sir? I’m … getting kind of tired.”
                Hmm, he wants to escape my company, Severus surmised. Feeling gracious and optimistic in regards to the realization Harry seemed to have had, Severus inclined his head and gestured casually toward the door. “Very well, Mr. Potter. We will resume play another time, then. Good night.”
                Eyes averted, Harry mumbled out a shy, “Good night, sir,” and then quickly exited the room, sighing in abject relief when he was secluded back in his own room with the door shut and locked. He sank down on his bed, head in his hands. What in the hell was he supposed to do now?
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