AN: Lizzybeth74, I wouldn't say crazy really… just uneducated. Bigotry stems from lack of understanding. I'm not sure if she will grow to understand or not. Not everything can be learned in books. Thank you so much for the compliment. Submissive Severus is my favourite Severus, because I honestly feel like he needs to be taken care of after all that he has gone through.

shadowcatninja, Do you have any stories you would like me to read before I attempt to do mpreg then? I haven't attempted it before. Also, Hermione just lacks the understanding to be able to accept how her best friend is feeling and acting.

PiffyEQ, I love it when I find readers that keep up with the story like you do. Thank you so much for sticking with me so far! Protective!Harry is the best Harry as far as I'm concerned. Severus deserves someone to put him first.

Jissy2013, Some people will simply never understand.

AJ Picard, Exactly. This is one of the reasons that the education system in the wizarding world is flawed. Muggle-raised doesn't need to have the ability to be an excuse for bigotry. If you like this story and want to see reformation of the school system, I welcome you to check out my new story, Secure, which is Sub!Sev as well.

Misticshay24, kirsty21, & , Thank you so much.

thepheonixandthedragon4ever, Usually Hermione is framed as a very supportive character to Harry, but I think that it's key to realize that she is often stubborn in the cannon. She sides with Harry externally whenever he is at odds with Ron, but she seems to carry resentment towards him even as she does it. I love Hermione, but she does have a know-it-all attitude that needs to be kept in check. I don't know if I will allow her to redeem herself in this fic or if I want to expand on her ingrained stubbornness instead.

This is smexy so be warned.

Chapter 12

Severus sat at the foot of the bed, staring at his dominant as he slept. The man twitched before peeking open one eye.

"Severus?" Harry mumbled quizzically. "Is somethin' th'matter?"

The older man shook his head in the negative.

Harry popped both eyes open and rubbed them groggily, checking the time. It was barely five o'clock in the morning. Harry turned to give Severus a look of confusion, holding out his hands in invitation.

"Why don't you come lay down with me? Could you not sleep?"

Severus shook his head again.

Harry dropped his arms before running a frustrated hand through his wild mane.

"What is it, my prince?"

The potions master cracked a small smile before finally speaking.

"I, Severus Tobias Snape, being of sound mind and body, do accept the love and dominance of one Harry James Potter. I give him permission to mold my body to his will and take care of me as he sees fit. As of this moment, I offer my total submission willfully and completely, and with it my trust."

Harry seemed more awake than he ever had been, standing up and walking to the end of the bed so he could take Severus' lips in a morning-breath kiss. He leaned back only slightly, holding their foreheads against one another as he spoke, "I, Harry James Potter, being of sound mind and body, do accept the love and submission of one Severus Tobias Snape. I promise to mold him into the best that he can be and to take care of him to the best of my ability. As of this moment, I offer my absolute respect and care as your dominant willfully and understandingly, and with it my love."

The magic in the room grew thick but not heavy, surrounding them like a silk blanket. It touched their skin in a caress, flowing easily around them. Harry guided Severus to the loo, moving him towards the sink to take care of his morning absolutions as he set the temperature of the bath. This time, everything had to be perfect.

Severus sunk into the lavender scented bath, content when he felt his lover slide in behind him and wrap him up.

There were no words. Anything they said had to be part of the ritual, so they simply said nothing at all. Harry just worked his fingers into the tangles of Severus' hair and the knots of his back, showing his love with his movements. He moved both hands gently up Severus' sides before he stood, casting a drying charm on himself before coaxing his mate out onto the rug to be softly dried with the towel.

Harry smiled and kissed his forehead, walking him to the bed.

The boy-who-lived summoned the lube from the bedside drawer and coated his half-hard length graciously before pulling Severus' bottom up to rest on his pillow. Severus spread his legs in welcome, letting out a delighted hum when Harry dived down to kiss his furled hole.

The dominant lapped at his perineum, thrusting his tongue in and out of the warmth as his started spreading him with his fingers. Severus grunted when his tongue roamed his walls, seizing up every time Harry massaged the outside of the ring of muscle.

Harry lifted onto his knees and guided himself in, causing Severus to cling to him with both legs.

The man below him lifted both of his arms with misty eyes, silently begging Harry to come closer.

They held each other for a long moment.

"I bond myself to you," Harry rasped, his voice loud amongst the silence of their heavy breathing.

"I bond myself to you," Severus returned, clenching after he said it.

The magic grew hot and heavy all at once before exploding in a myriad of colour around them, and all of a sudden their lovemaking left gentle and kind and leapt into a harsh clash of bodies.

Harry pounded into the willing body as Severus clung to his neck, leaving scratches along his back and arms.

"Harry!" Severus screamed, cumming between them.

Harry growled, pulling out and flipping the man over. He was on his hands and knees, scrambling for something to hold onto when Harry slammed back into him, chasing release.

The only sounds in the room were the repeated slaps of flesh against flesh and the resounding short moans that escaped Severus with every thrust.

When Harry finally slammed home and stilled, his seed pouring into his mate, Severus screamed, his own orgasm hitting him for the second time.

Harry cast a cleaning charm and brought the man into his lap, planning on healing him before they laid down once more.

"No," Severus said. "Please. I want to feel you."

Harry frowned, healing any internal bruising or tearing, but leaving the finger marks on his hips.

"I love you, Harry," the man said quietly, yawning and settling down.

Harry laid back, pulling the blankets back over them.

"I love you, my prince."

TBC