Harry walked in. Everything was just how he had left it. Narrissa looked up at Harry, "Draco is in his room. He's a bit moody, so be careful."

Harry smiled, "He's upset because I didn't let him come over."

Narrissa nodded, "Is Severus ok with everything?"

"No, but he'll have to get used to it. It was either me or John Mishel."

"The sex slave owner?"

"Yes. So has Lucius been behaving?"

"On and off, but it's completely fine for now."

Harry looked around, he didn't see Lucius anywhere. "Where is he?"

"I don't know, he was right here, then you came, and he was... well.. gone."

Harry nodded, "I'll speak with him later." Harry started up the stairs and Narrissa went back to her writing. Harry went to Draco's bedroom door and knocked twice.

"Mother! I said leave me alone!" Draco yelled from behind the door, without opening it.

Harry smiled, "Fine! Love you too!" Harry said, affecting a despairing, patronizing tone.

Draco flung open the door. "I thought you were my mother. She won't leave me alone. Sorry," Draco said in a rush, making steps as if to embrace Harry. But he stopped himself, thinking. "No, wait a tick, I'm not."

Harry pouted, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Is my Dragon upset with me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You didn't let me come see you today."

"I told you I had to take care of some stuff, and then I would take you out to dinner, remember?"

"Yes, I do. But I want to know what stuff is more important than me, Draco Malfoy, the lover of Harry Potter."

Harry sighed, "It wasn't more important. I just couldn't have you there."

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Why was that?"

Harry hesitated, not wanting to give an answer quite yet, shifting from one foot to another. "Will you come eat dinner with me or not?"

"I will, but you are going to tell me what the hell you're hiding for me."

"Who said I was hiding any thing?"

"Your eyes. You know that you can't meet my eyes when you're lying."

Harry scowled at being so thoroughly and accurately questioned by his lover. "You'll find out tonight." Harry turned to walk down the stairs. "And by the way, leave your wand here."

Draco crossed his arms, "Why?"

"You'll kill me when you find out."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No! I never said that!"

"Were you cheating on me?"

"NO!" Harry was getting irritated by Draco's guesses. "You know I wouldn't ever do that!"

"Then I won't kill you."

"Leave your wand here, or give it to me."

Draco thought a moment, "Only if we apparate." Harry always traveled by floo powder, he hated apparating.

"Fine." Draco handed Harry his wand, and Harry apparated them both to Diagon Alley. "Come on. We're going to Rishyo." Draco and Harry walked into the exclusive restaurant even as Harry looked around restlessly. Draco noticed Harry looking for someone.

"Who are you looking for?"

"No-one." Harry answered, as their waitress finally came.

"Can I take your order?"

Draco looked at Harry, "Order whatever you like."

"I'll have the most expensive thing you have." Draco said wanting to get back at Hary for making him stay away all day.

Harry rolled his eyes, "He'll have the tonkatsu and I'll have the same." The waitress wrote what Harry had said, "And just to make him happy, the most expensive wine you have."

The waitress looked at Harry, "Are you of age to be drinking?"

Harry smiled, sometimes it was good to be the "Savior". "No ma'am, but I can take buisness else where if this is going to be an issue."

The waitess froze, knowing that if Harry Potter left before even getting his meal... She would be in real trouble with her boss, "Of course there's no issue, I will be right back with your wine."

Harry smiled sweetly, "Thank you-"

"Harry be nice to her.." Draco turned to the waitress, "I'm sorry for him, he's a bit of jerk sometimes."

Harry pouted, "Am not.."

"Yes you are."

"Not."

Draco rolled his eyes at his childish lover, "Please bring the wine with some water please? Thank you."

The waitress nodded, smiling at the couple's antics, and left to enter their order. Harry looked around again, and then looked at Draco, "I am not being jerk." Harry said before sticking out his tongue at Draco. Draco smiled but before he could speak, another voice came in.

"Sir?" Harry and Draco looked up, and saw Severus with his hands behind his back, and head bowed. Harry moved over.

"Sit." Harry said, and looked at Draco who sat across from him. "Him. That's what I needed to tell you." Harry waved his hand in Severus' direction, keeping his eyes locked with Draco's.

Severus felt sick, he wished that Harry would have picked somewhere more crowded and less sedate. He didn't want anyone to find out from overhearing this conversation. Harry looked at Severus, "When the waitress returns, you can order what you'd like, as long as it's something would will eat."

Severus looked at Harry with frustrated and unskillfully hidden contempt, why would he order something he didn't want to eat? But because he was told to answer Harry when Harry talked to him, "Yes, S-"

"Potter. Just Potter." Harry said hastily, not wanting Draco to know yet.

"Uncle Sev, why are you here?"

"To eat ."

"I know that. I mean why are you here, at the table with Harry and me."

"I was asked to sit down."

The waitress came back as soon as she could when she realized that an addition had been made to the table. "Can I get you something, Sir?"

Severus looked at Harry, Harry would have to speak for him, Severus no longer had any right to state his desires for himself to anyone. Harry and the waitress waited. Severus said nothing. The waitress stared at him, and noticed his hand. A slave mark. "I see." She looked at Draco then to Harry, "Do you want the tonkatsu as well?" She asked Severus.

Severus again said nothing. Draco was getting annoyed by this, "He'll take the..."

Severus looked at Harry, "I can't Potter. I have no say in this."

Harry caught on quickly. "Ah! What do you want Severus?"

"I'm not hungry, Potter." Severus huffed, scowling at his hands.

Hary told the waitress, "Chef's choice." with that the waitress left. Harry turned to Severus, "You're going to eat, I'm not going to negotiate with you concerning that, understand?"

"Yes, Potter."

Harry pulled out a sheet of paper, he handed it to Draco. "It was me or John Mishel." Harry tried to justify his possession of one Severus Snape.

Severus's heart jumped at that name. "May I ask w-"

"It was either he or I who would have had the option of buying you."

Severus glared, shielding his confused emotions that were bubbling dangerously close to the surface with annoyance. So, Potter saved me from becoming a sex slave? Odd. "I see, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Draco looked up from the form. "So…You're a slave, Uncle Severus?"

"Yes, Draco. I am."

"Is Harry being nice to you?"

"On a very sporadic basis, yes."

Harry glared. So did Draco, but at Harry. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." Harry lied. He had punished Severus but Draco didn't need to know that.

"What did he do Uncle Sev?"

Severus got the wrong look, from the wrong person. Harry was looking at him, angrily. He and Draco waited for Severus to answer. "He did nothing. I was knowingly being impertinent."

"You're lying. Tell me."

Severus knew he was going to be punished when he got home, anyways, but he nonetheless attempted to keep up the pretense. "I'm not lying. He didn't do anything to me."

"Harry, I'm going to go home." Draco said getting up. Harry pulled him back down.

"Don't leave. I didn't do anything. I swear."

"Fine." Draco sat back down. He glared at his boyfriend, "If you're lying, I swear to Merlin, the next time you get fucked, is when Ron fucks me."

Harry smiled, Severus choked. Harry and Draco looked at him. Harry disapproving of his prejudice, and Draco annoyed by his uncle's repressive beliefs. Harry spoke silkily and menacingly, "Want to say something?"

"No. I want to go home, Sir."

The waitress came out with their food. She set down the two fried pork main courses, and a poncily colorful and dainty pasta dish. Harry snickered as it was put in front of Severus. "Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked, returning the wine and water to the table.

Harry shook his head no, "No, thank you."

With that the waitress left. They ate in silence, until Draco broke the silence. "I'm staying at your house tonight right, Harry?"

Harry gave him a questionable look, "Yes, that usually is what happens."

Severus knew why this question was asked, mainly as a way of letting Severus know that Draco would be there in case of Harry trying to do anything. Severus could feel that Draco did not believe that Harry was innocent in the punishment conversation. "Sir, I forgot to tell you, but I received an owl about ten minutes before I came here to speak with you. It said that classes at Hogwarts will resume early this year."

Harry's mouth twitched upwards into a surprisingly threatening smirk, "When?"

"Three days, Sir."

"You asked to stay a Snape within Hogwarts. I have to say I'm still undecided."

Draco cut in, "You can stay a Snape, right Harry?"

Harry sighed, "I was only joking Draco, yes he can. Since being a Potter is such an embarrassment." said with puppy dog eyes to Draco.

Draco felt bad about what he had said, Harry had asked him to marry him when Harry became of legal age. Draco had said he would. Draco remembered that night well. "Harry, that's not what I meant. I only meant Uncle Sev wouldn't want to be a Potter because of your dad." Draco said wishing he hadn't. Harry stopped speaking of his family a long time ago. "Harry, I didn-"

"Shut up! I said I didn't do anything to him, but you still go on. I said I was joking, but you still don't stop! I get it, he doesn't want to be a Potter. End of that. You don't need to bring up my dad, so don't." Harry spat at Draco. "Let's go home. I'm not dealing with this."

Severus scoffed, what does Potter have to deal with? Control? Harry looked at him, "Now would not be a good time to open your mouth. But if you need to say something, I'd be careful with both its content and its tone."

"When did you two... when did... begin.. dating?"

Harry smiled, "Two years." Draco nodded his head.

"Why?" Severus asked nonplussed and not a little sickened by the relationship between his godson and his old rival's inept spawn.

Harry narrowed his eyes, but Draco only laughed, understanding his Uncle's moods and ideas. "I have to say, I've asked myself the same question from time to time."

"Then why?"

Draco tilted his head when he realized that Severus wasn't joking around, "Because we want to. Because I love him, and he loves me."

"So you've fallen in...love with Potter? Both and I and your father thought that you would grow out of the childishness we saw in you everyday, but it's not childishness we saw apparently. It's pure stupidity."

Harry grabbed Severus's hair, "Draco would fall under family, apologize."

Severus pushed Harry off of him. "No. I will not obey the child who is corrupting my godson, not even one of the age to use magic!"

Harry pulled out his wand, "You want to play like that, fine." Harry pulled Severus out of his seat, he grabbed his hair and put his head back. Harry looked at all the people looking at him, and said, "Pareo Mihi!" Severus yelped as the spell seemed to wind itself about his skin, tightening like a Japanese bondage arrangement. He had never heard it before or even seen it in any of his studies, but he could tell that it was not benevolent.

Draco stood there dumb-founded. "Harry, did you.. just.."

"Yes." Harry turned Severus's head to Draco, "I said to apologize."

Severus said, as if on reflex, "I apologize, Sir." Huh? I did not just say that!

"Good, get to your feet, and go wait outside."

"Yes, Master." Master? What the he- Severus's feet were taking him to the door, and Severus couldn't stop. Severus was now outside waiting. He couldn't move. Harry and Draco came out after about ten minutes. Severus bowed to his Master. Harry smiled, and nodded to Severus.

Draco looked like he could kill Harry. "Why did you do that? Huh? That wasn't needed!"

"If he doesn't want to listen, then I'll just help him." Harry said simply. "This would be why I said leave or give me your wand."

"I'm glad I did too. You would be a dead man right now."

Severus stood completely silent as his Master spoke with Draco. Severus had his hands behind his back, and his feet slightly apart. Severus didn't like how his Master was being spoken to. "Silence. Malfoy, you have no right to disrespect my Master, he has only done to me what I deserve."

Draco and Harry turned to Severus, both confused for a second. Harry shook his head and smiled, "Severus apparate home with Draco. I'll go alone." Harry throw Draco his wand, which Draco caught with a glare towards Harry.

"But Master, I wa-"

"I didn't ask for your opinion, I issued a command that I expect to be obeyed."

"Yes, Master." Severus walked over to Draco. The blond man took his unnaturally docile godfather gently by the arm and twirled with him into oblivion. Harry followed after them.

Harry looked right at Severus, "Go to bed, I will see you tomorrow at nine."

"Nine, Master?"

"You will be at breakfast by nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Goodnight."

Severus didn't want to leave his Master, but he obeyed. He went to his room, and when he got there, it seemed as if the cocoon of familiar magic loosened the maddening shackles of the bondage spell. He felt sick with shame and rage. He could not have just bowed to Harry, called him Master, and defended him from Draco! He couldn't have! What was that spell Harry had cast on him? Severus sat down on the bed, with his hands clasped loosely together and his hair hanging around his face. He tried to empty his mind of the day's shameful memories, and fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, Severus flew awake at 10:34. He changed his clothes and then realized that he hadn't woken up for breakfast with his Master. He ran down the stairs, and Harry was in the living room with a Draco on his lap. Draco kissed Harry over and over on his neck. Severus couldn't turn away. He felt a strong pain in his stomach. It wasn't hunger, either. Draco made his way back up to Harry's mouth, Harry moaned as Draco moved his hands. Draco finally pulled away, "Say you want it.." He breathed.

"I want you, I want it, Draco.."

"Tell me what that is.."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but then he saw Severus. "What do you want?" Harry said, trying to get his breath back.

"Good morning, Master. I'm sorry for interrupting. I simply wanted to apologize for not getting up in time to join Master at breakfast. I was too lazy."

"It's fine. Ask Kreacher to get you something to eat."

Wait, I still get to eat? Severus bowed to his Master, and left the room. Draco went back to Harry, knowing that the moment was gone. He sighed, in disappointment. He got off Harry, and went to go talk to Severus. "Uncle Sev?"

"Yes, Draco?" he asked, sitting at the table with his head poised over his breakfast by his hand. "Can I help you?"

"Next time, you see Harry and me in the middle of something, don't stand there and wait, or interrupt. Leave."

Severus wanted to leave, but his feet wouldn't let him by then. "I do not have to listen to you Draco. But that I will attempt to do, as I believe that Master wants something similar."

"No, you will do it. Harry is my fiancée. So you will leave us alone when things like what you saw this morning are occurring."

"I said I will do what I can, Draco." Severus was disgusted by the way that his godson was slowly beginning to treat him.

Draco glared, and said petulantly, "And to think I asked him to take that spell off?"

Just then, Severus remembered the spell, "Draco, which spell was it that my Master cast upon me?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "You truly don't recognize it? Your entire house knows it, from 1st to 7th year. How the hell could you not? Stupid profe-" Draco was cut off by a slap to the face. Draco yelped, his face turned to the ground and hidden by his hair. Severus staredly dazedly at his stinging hand, with dread beginning a slow, torturous trip from his heart to his feet.

Harry came to see what was wrong with Draco. He saw the burning red mark on his lover's face, "What the hell is going on?" Harry yelled at Severus.

Severus didn't know what to say, he knew he was in trouble. Draco rolled his eyes, "It's not a big deal, Harry. It's not."

"You've got a handprint on the side of your face! It's turning purple, Draco! Yes it is a big deal!" Harry looked at Severus, "Why did you do that? You've got two seconds to explain!"

"I... I'm sorry. Master. I won't do it again." Severus didn't know what he had been thinking. The wrath that had guided his hand was born of humiliation and shame, to be below his own godson in terms of knowledge, the one possession upon which he could still pride himself that remained in his life as it was.

"I asked you one question. Why. Did. You. Do. It!"

"He is a student, I am a teacher. I want to be shown respect and not called names, Master." The truth seemed to pour out of him, no matter how much blood filled his mouth from his bitten lips and cheeks.

"So you thought that you could slap him? And you want...respect? Who do you think you are?"

Severus had no answer. I'm a slave? A Potions Master? A professor? Severus said nothing.

"Answer me. Now!"

"Nothing, Master. I am a slave and nothing more."

"So who are you to touch, let alone slap Draco? A free man and my lover, much less?"

"I had no right." Severus remembered the rules Harry had given him. Draco was a family member of Harry's. Harry was going to punish him. "Master, I swear I'm sorry!"

"Crucio!"

Harry watched as Severus trembled with suppressed whimpers. Severus finally bit back a scream, from the simple, half-assed curse Harry had thrown at him. Harry's power pulsed through him. "Had enough?" Harry asked him.

Severus couldn't breath, let alone speak. And he wasn't going to push it with Harry by trying to nod. So he said nothing. Harry lifted the curse. As soon as it was lifted, Severus was met with a slap to his face. "Apologize to Draco. Tell him you will never touch him like that again." Harry said coldly.

Severus tried to hold back tears. But a single tear fell from his eye against his will. "I apologize, Draco. I w-won't do it a-again."

Draco bit his lip, as much as he loved the protective Harry, some times Harry went to far. In those sometimes Harry even scared him, and he wasn't really sure how to act.

"And if you do?" Harry asked Severus. Severus wanted to tear his lips off of his face. The man who cowered in front of his master and groveled was not a familiar or welcome image. He refused to lose one iota more of his self-respect.

Severus glared at Harry, and said nothing. Harry stepped towards him, and Severus crawled back quickly. Then realizing what he had done, Severus heaved himself to his still shaking legs and stood. "Leave me alone," he said quietly, limping past Harry.

"Want to say that again?"

"Yes. Leave me alone." Severus headed up the stairs to his room. Harry pulled him back roughly, by the collar of his robe.

"Get into the living room."

"No." Severus pushed Harry away from him, and walked up the stairs. "Leave me alone. Please."

Harry glared, "Take another step and not only will you be a Potter at Hogwarts, but you will at all times call me Master."

Severus stopped. He looked at Harry with empty eyes. "You are just like your father. Stupid. Careless. Selfish. And in love with power."

Harry's expression hardened. "Levicorpus!" Snape was in the air, upside down, and hanging gracelessly by one foot. "I dare you to insult my father again. You slimy, greasy, pathetic slug!"

"Is that the best you can come up with? Slug?"

"How about Snivellus? You remember crying, begging my father to leave you alone? To leave you alone and not hurt you? Do you remember that?"

Severus' glare was gone. He hated that day. The day Harry had gotten into his Pensieve. Harry had never said a word about what he saw. Not until now. "Please put me down."

"When I do, if I do, will you obey orders?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

Harry let Severus down, "What do you say?"

"Thank you?" Severus said hoping he was right.

"You're welcome. Now get into the living room."

"May I ask why?" Severus knew that he was on very thin ice. He hated having to act with deep, abject deference towards a mere boy, but that boy was his master in every sense of the word. Nad with the history they shared, it seemed as if Potter knew of almost every way to illicit his deeply buried insecurities and old wounds.

"You need to learn."

"Learn what?"

"How to act like the slave that you are, and how to treat people with that perspective in mind. This will be lesson one."

"How many will there be, Master?"

"Three. There will be three lessons. Two of them you will learn today. The last one you will learn tomorrow. You will act with more decorum and obedience at Hogwarts, and at home. If you don't, then I will punish you with more consistency as well as more severity. Do you understand me?"

Severus nodded. Harry raised his eyebrows. Severus quickly said, "Yes, Master. I understand."

Harry smiled without humor. "Stand," Harry commanded, pointing in the middle of the living room. Severus did as he was asked. "It's time for lesson one. Respect."