Warning: Mentions of past child abuse.
Chapter 14
After breakfast the four wizards began cleaning Severus' chambers. It wasn't until late afternoon that they collapsed on the now clean and transfigured to look new (and more fashionable) sofa, surveying the newly shining surfaces and matching décor. Several times Harry had had to stop what he was doing and rush to the loo, barley making it there without wetting each time. He was steadily growing more and more worried as his control over his bladder continued to decline.
Severus, too, spent much of his afternoon worrying about the boy's lack of control. It was unusual that one's control would decline that quickly and he made a note to speak to the boy about it later. He wondered if he could modify one of the potions used to help prevent toddlers from wetting the bed to fit Harry's specific needs. He would have to begin researching the possibilities. Anything he could do to make the abused boy's life easier.
That evening, as Dumbledore stopped by to make the necessary expansions to Severus' chambers, both Harry and Draco left and headed to their respective houses. They'd been gone all day and Harry knew his friends would be getting worried.
Worried was a bit of an understatement.
The moment Harry entered the Gryffindor Common Room he was pounced on by Hermione, Ron not far behind.
"Harry! Where were you? We hadn't seen you since yesterday and Ron said you didn't sleep in your room last night! We were scared that You-Know-Who had kidnapped you, or worse!" The bookish girl looked out of sorts, and Harry immediately felt bad for worrying her.
"I'm sorry I scared you 'Mione." Harry apologized as the three made their way up to the boy's dorm room.
"You're forgiven, mate. But where were you? Were you with a girl?" Ron asked slyly.
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed. "Harry has much too much going on in his life to be gallivanting around the castle with some girl!"
Harry wanted to agree with her, but he was never particularly good at lying, especially to his friends, and his guilt showed on his face.
"Aha! You were out with some bird! Who was it? A Hufflepuff? I heard they're animals in bed." Ron winked as he sprawled out on his bed. Hermione perched on the foot of Harry's bed as Harry sat near the top of his own bed.
"Ronald!" Hermione spit out, "That is entirely disgusting. I do not what to know where you heard that." She turned to Harry, expression turning gentle. "Harry, I understand if this whole Chosen One thing is getting overwhelming, but you have to act more responsibly. What if something happened and no one knew where you were?"
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but something stopped him. He couldn't let his friends worry like that, and he couldn't lie about sleeping with some girl when all he wanted to do was shout from the rooftops that he loved Draco Malfoy.
"I'm sorry," Harry began again. "There's something I need to tell you, and before you go off again, Hermione, I was with an adult. Two of them, in fact."
"You're sleeping with TWO professors!?" Ron's shout could have been heard from the Common Room if not for Harry's quick spellcasting, casting a silencing charm on the room. He added a few more wards before he answered, knowing that what he was about to tell Ron and Hermione could not become public knowledge.
"No, I'm not. I'm sleeping with Draco Malfoy."
"WHAT!"
HPDMHPDMHPDM
Harry spent the next hour explaining to his friends how he had become boyfriends with Draco and helped to free Lucius – leaving out the parts about his wetting. He wasn't ready to tell them that. He wasn't sure if he ever would be, just having three people know about it was scary enough. As expected, he spent a great deal of time simply convincing his friends that Draco didn't curse him or dose him with a love potion. Hermione wasn't satisfied until she had run several diagnostic spells, and had spent more time trying to convince Harry to visit Madame Pomfrey. He had put his foot down at that, too afraid that Pomfrey's spells might reveal his secret.
When his two friends were finally convinced that Draco meant Harry no harm, the three headed off to the Great Hall for supper. Ron, of course, was starved and proclaimed that he could not deal with stressful situations without sweets.
Hermione was in the middle of berating Ron for eating desert before his supper when a small school owl landed beside Harry's plate. Curious, Harry untied the note, gave the owl a bite of his roast, and sent it on its way.
"What's that, Harry?" Ron asked, mouth full of chocolate cake.
"Dunno,"
Harry turned the note around and instantly recognized the writing. Glancing around at the Slytherin table Harry spotted his blonde smirking into his food. He turned back around to his friends, grinning.
"It's from Malfoy, isn't it?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Make sure it isn't cursed!" Ron advised.
Not sure if Ron was joking or not, Harry decided to ignore the other boy in favor of seeing what Draco had written him.
H –
Father's chambers are ready, there's even a second room for us. S said we could spend the night again if you can get away from Weasel and Granger for a second night without them causing a fuss. I love sleeping with you in my arms and miss you when we're apart.
Hope to see you tonight.
Love,
D.
Harry couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face and tucked his head towards his meal to avoid everyone seeing him so happy and asking questions. It didn't stop Ron and Hermione from asking, though.
"Well," Demanded Ron, "What did Ferret-Face say?"
"Don't call him that!" Harry hissed, automatically defending his boyfriend.
"Sorry," Ron had the decency to look slightly ashamed.
"He wants me to meet him tonight. Could you maybe cover for me?" Harry asked, and as he did he felt the first stirrings of his bladder, signaling to him that he didn't have very long before his need became much greater and more desperate.
Harry started shoveling down his food, rushing to finish so he could leave. He knew it would simply look like he was anxious to meet Draco.
Finishing the last bite of potatoes Harry couldn't help but start to squirm in his seat some as his need quickly grew. He started to stand and make his excuses when Hermione pulled him back down to his seat, jarring his bladder painfully and causing Harry to let out a small grunt of pain. Thankfully, neither Gryffindor noticed. Ron was too focused on his food whilst Hermione was fixing Draco with a death glare.
Draco had noticed Harry's squirming, recognizing it for what it really was. He made his own excuses, hurrying out of the Great Hall to wait by the dungeons for his boyfriend. He guessed that Harry would need him to help make a quick escape once he got away from his friends. Draco only wished that he had the freedom to go up to Harry and pull him away, but until his mother's curse was contained he had to act like Harry meant nothing to him.
Back in the Great Hall, Harry was suffering through Hermione's lecture about responsibility to his studies and his duty to the Wizarding World. While Harry knew she meant well and was only trying to help, he couldn't help but wish that for once she would just shut up.
"Hermione, Draco's waiting for me." He interrupted.
"You can't be meeting up with him every night. Someone's bound to notice that you've gone missing from your bed. Not to mention that you're going to neglect your studies if you spend all of your time with Malfoy!"
"Draco's just as devoted to his studies as you are, Hermione. We will spend part of the night working on our homework, I promise." Harry was ready to promise her anything if she would just let him go. "'Sides, Snape will be there to supervise. We're meeting in his chambers." Harry squeezed his thighs together tightly in an almost panic as he felt the first dribbles of pee escape. He couldn't wet in a place as public as the Great Hall; it would be all over the papers by morning and he would become The Boy Who Wet. A humiliated blush began to creep over his face, Hermione mistaking it for his normal flush when he lied.
"Harry! This year is too important to just throw away! NEWTs are just so close –"
"Close?" Sputtered Ron. "They're not until next year! Go Harry, and have fun with your ferret."
Harry could have kissed Ron for providing him his escape. If not, of course for the fact that he was dating Draco and thought of Ron like a brother.
Mumbling his goodbyes, Harry made his way out of the Great Hall as quickly as he could, trying, and failing, to contain another spurt of piss as he pushed the door open.
The moment Harry was under the relative cover of the dark dungeon tunnels Harry was grabbing hold of himself, squeezing on the now damp fabric in hopes of containing the rest of his pee.
Movement from out of the shadows caused Harry to start, pulling his hand away from his crotch and letting loose another, thankfully small, spurt of pee. Harry could feel the first couple of dribbles run down his leg and prayed that it wouldn't show through his trousers.
"Relax, love, it's just me."
Harry sighed in relief as Draco's face appeared. Glancing around to see nobody else about, Harry moved his hand back to grip his crotch.
"Draco, I really got to go!"
"I know baby. We're not too far away from Sev's chambers. Think you can make it that far? There aren't any other loos nearby." Draco said, worrying that Harry wouldn't make it to the end of the corridor, much less Severus' chambers. His boyfriend was already clutching himself and hopping from foot to foot.
"I can try," Harry whimpered. "I don't wanna wet out in the open!"
Draco wrapped an arm around his scared lover, pulling him close as he hastened them deeper into the dungeons. He led them through several short cuts, but the closer they got to Severus' chambers the slower and more doubled over in pain Harry became.
"Draco, I'm leaking, really bad. I won't make it." Harry sobbed, feeling ashamed as both his eyes and his cock leaked.
Harry's underwear were soaked through, every step was releasing another spurt of urine. He was trying desperately to hold it in, but knew he was seconds away from losing it all.
"We're really close Harry love. Just around this bend. I know you can make it, just hold strong a little bit longer." Draco tried to encourage the younger boy.
Harry nodded, Draco's confidence spurring him to keep moving.
Both boys stopped in their tracks as they heard quick-approaching footsteps behind them.
"Draco!" Harry cried, breathing growing frantic as he fought a losing battle with his bladder, the shock of the nearing students causing him to release a longer stream of pee. Harry gained control of himself once more, but barley. He knew that the next time he lost control would be his last. Doubling over in front of Snape's door in utter agony, he moaned.
"I know, baby. Just a sec."
The student's laughing voices got closer.
The pure terror at the thought of getting caught caused Harry to shut down, tears falling silently as he hyperventilated, memories of past abuse flashing past his eyes.
Aunt Petunia, swatting five-year-old Harry away when he tried to hand her his handmade Christmas card, hissing at him that his card could never be as good as Dudley's.
Dudley, hunting Harry at school until Harry was cornered between the sandbox and the slide, whimpering and wetting himself when he found he could run no further.
Uncle Vernon, kicking Harry out of the house one winter night shouting at him to sleep outside where he belonged.
Uncle Vernon, twisting Harry's arm behind his back as Vernon held him over the hot stove, inching young Harry closer to the heated element.
Uncle Vernon, throwing Harry into his cupboard after beating him black and blue, naked and smelling of piss. He hadn't meant to have an accident, but Uncle Vernon wouldn't let Harry use the bathroom until he finished his chores.
"Hang on!" Draco urged to deaf ears, all but carrying Harry towards the door, now not twenty feet away.
"Mandrake Root," Draco blurted the password, looking back to make sure the approaching students were still out of sight. The door opened just as shadows appeared. Draco pushed an unresponsive Harry quickly into the room, knowing that the shove might be the last straw with his control, but knowing also that it would be a better alternative than Harry being caught by their peers desperate and with his pants wet.
HPDMHPDMHPDM
Severus and Lucius had just sat down to enjoy a cup of tea when Harry fell through the door sobbing quietly. Both men rushed to the small boy just as Draco rushed through, slamming the door shut behind him.
Severus fell to his knees in front of the boy, not caring that he was kneeling in front of an ever-expanding puddle of pee.
"Harry?" Severus prodded gently. Harry whimpered, shaking where he knelt.
Severus gently grasped the boy's chin, guiding the small Gryffindor to make eye contact with him, but the boy's eyes were closed.
"Harry, please, look at me." Severus pleaded as Harry shuddered once more.
"Harry, love, please open your eyes." Draco knelt behind his boyfriend, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. Beside him, Lucius petted Harry's hair, like he used to do for Draco when he was feeling unwell.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry's shining green eyes peeked out from behind long lashed, peering us at Severus, fear still prominent in his expression.
"Hurts,"
"Shush, Harry. I won't let those blasted Muggles hurt you anymore." Severus tried to soothe the young boy.
"Really hurts," Harry sobbed again, still doubled over, although the hand that had been clutching his penis was now wrapped around his stomach.
"Severus, holding it so long… He might have done more damage to his bladder." Lucius said at no more than a whisper. "The past damage combined with holding his urine for so long, he might have burst his bladder."
"Harry, what hurts? Please tell me sweetheart."
Maybe it was the soothing voice or maybe it was Severus calling him "sweetheart", but Harry finally moved from where he had been kneeling, crawling instead onto Severus' lap.
"My stomach hurts, Daddy." Was the last thing Harry said before he fell unconscious.
A/N: I really am sorry for being away for so long. I let life get in the way and almost abandoned this. Then, last night I had a dream about this fic. In my dream I continued the story, from where I left off to the end. Ending the story had originally been part of my problem, but now I have a clear view of my story writing might get easier from here on. I can't promise really regular updates like I started out with, but I do promise to never go months without updating ever again. Weeks, at most.
Second, at the end of the fic when Lucius describes a possible reason for Harry's pain? Yeah, not a doctor. I dunno if this is possible or not, but for the sake of the story, let's say it is.
Finally, Harry called Sev "daddy"! I've been waiting to write that for forever. Part of me thinks it's too rushed, but another part says that the severe pain Harry was in, combined with the flashbacks, combined with his desperate need for a family would make Harry reach out to Sev as a father figure. Let me know what you think.