Abandoning Control

"And it's not your fault. I know you're going to blame yourself, but you don't need to-"

"Hermione," Harry snapped, he was sick of her insistent babbling and impatient to read the prophet in her hand, "Give me the paper."

She frowned, "No need to be so tetchy, Harry."

Seeing that she wasn't going to release the news anytime soon, he summoned Neville's from beside his plate.

"Can I borrow this?"

Still half asleep, he received a nod in permission.

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED, ATTACKS INCREASE!

Last night, in a small muggle town, Death Eaters appeared. It seems the attack was centered on a muggle orphanage and some nearby neighborhoods. The ministry has done the necessary enchantment to clear all evidence of magical involvement in these deaths.

"He's getting stronger."

Severus squeezed his hand comfortingly.

"You're doing all you can."

"Well it's not enough, is it?!"

He immediately regretted his sharp words.

"Sev-"

"No. It's fine."

But it wasn't fine. Severus stalked off.

Harry sighed and moved to follow, only for Hermione to stop him.

"Harry, you need to let him cool off. Give him-"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked incredulously, noticing that no one was really paying them any attention.

He shrugged off her arm, "I happen to think I may know MY boyfriend better than you. I'm going to go talk to him. He left because of me, I shouldn't have snapped at him. I need to apologize."

"Harry-"

Ron cut her off, "Leave him be 'Mione, he knows what he's doing."

Harry was already out the door and down the hall. Severus walking unsteadily toward the dorms.

"Sev!" Harry ran to him, "Sev, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snap at you."

Severus paused, slightly turning toward him. His hair hung limply, shielding his face.

"Severus? Please say something."

He reached out and lifted the boy's chin, surprised to see wet cheeks.

Harry hurriedly gathered Severus close.

"You tried to offer me comfort, and I stupidly rejected it. I shouldn't have been so rude to you. I'm stressed with this, but that is no reason to take it out on you."

He felt Severus nod against him.

"It's okay, I understand. Just- just remember who it is you're angry with."

Just then, the headmaster came down the way in all his eccentric glory. Harry felt the incredible urge to squint at the brightness of his colorful robes.

"Good morning, my boy."

"And to you Albus."

"Would you accompany me to my office for some tea? I have something I would like I share with you."

Harry looked downwards at the boy he was holding.

"It might be best if young Severus here joined you."

Harry brightened a bit, taking the hand in his own.

"Lemon drop?"

Harry's smile diminished, "What's the bad news?"

"How do you know it's bad news?"

"You only need to offer calming candies if it's bad news," he explained logically.

Albus folded his hands together, regarding the boys facing him critically.

"It's your relatives Harry," he divulged, "They've been attacked."

His face went pale.

Harry stuttered slightly when he questioned, "Did they- are they- de-are- what happened?"

"They didn't make it Harry."

He made a strained sound in the back of his throat, stiffening.

A small part of him registered Severus's hand on the small of his back and the low rumble of Dumbledore's voice rushing over him.

"-and the boy, Dylan was it? He is staying with your uncle's sister."

"Dudley? He's okay?"

"Yes, Dudley."

"Oh."

He felt numb. He couldn't bring himself to feel any sadness for the loss of his neglectful, horse-faced aunt, nor his abusive whale of an uncle. Does it make him a bad person, that he couldn't mourn their demise?

Absentmindedly, he felt himself being guided out of the office and toward to room of requirement.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"You don't need to let undeserved guilt eat at you-"

"I'm not."

Severus's elegant brows scrunched together in confusion. Harry itched to brush away the distress on his partner's face, restraining himself for a moment to clarify his meaning.

"I feel nothing but small sympathy for a new orphaned child. I am saddened, not because that great ugly brute and his vulture of a wife have died, but because their son has to live with the fact that they were murdered. His fear of magic will only increase, along with his hatred of me." He took a deep breath after his emotionless speech, "I will destroy Riddle, in the name of the lost."

Severus saw the hard determination gleaming in his eyes, and he was hit with the startling revelation of exactly who Harry Potter was. Is.

"What?" Harry asked, sending him back out of his reverie.

"I've just realized- everything I love about you."

He adapted an expression of mild curiosity, looking intensely at Severus.

"You are loyal, and kind, but strong and fierce. You practically emanate power and control."

"It is the same as you. "

"I am not as strong as you, nor as selfless and pure-"

"Don't demean yourself my love. You are so strong, to have dealt with all you have and done more than survive. You love greatly, but with reserved tenderness. It seems as though I protect you; as if I hold the upper hand sometimes, but that is false. You are a warrior Severus. My warrior. I wouldn't even have a thirst to end this war if not for you. You are my fight. Don't diminish your worth."

"Harry, I've never had someone care so much for me. You hold great faith in me."

"I hold faith in what we have."

"Sentimental Gryffindor," he scoffed affectionately.

"Severus?"

"Yes?" He asked, resting his head against that firm chest.

"Have you ever considered- maybe- well-"

"What Harry?"

"Make love to me?"

Severus tightened his grip on his lover, "You want me to-?"

"If you so desire- I understand if-"

"I would love to Harry. I don't prefer- that position but- I would like to claim you. To treasure you as you do me."

WARNING.

Severus prepared Harry with his long, elegant fingers.

"In me."

Harry writhed under Severus's ministrations.

The smaller boy settled between his legs, pushing in as he gripped his thighs.

He looked down on his Harry, caressing his thighs as had been done to him times before. He felt the ring of muscle clench around his length. He loved this, the control, but detested it all the same.

Soon, he was brought to climax, but still felt unsatisfied.

Harry studied him for a moment before flipping them with a sudden motion.

"That was beautiful."

"Yes," was Severus's small agreement.

"I want you."

Severus hissed as he relaxed.

"Take me."

He couldn't help but feel weightless as he abandoned all control. Harry was now pounding into him with reckless freedom.

"Yessss," Harry hissed in parseltongue.

The one below him moaned at the words leaving his lovers lips, turned on by the seductive sound.

"Thissss issss home. Claiming you asssss mine. Mine. My-" His parseltongue stuttered as he reached completion, "Ssssssseverussssss!"

He clung to the worshiper of his body like a lifeline.

"It should be illegal for your tongue to speak such a sinful language," he mumbled, "I nearly came from your words alone."

"I think I like to top more," was his blunt response.

"Definitely," he agreed readily, "You fit- in me. We fit like that, so completely."

His sharp features were now accented with a heavy blush.

Harry held him tighter, whispering into his ear, "You don't know what is does to me. To see you- the one so strict and firm, so well controlled," he let the word roll of his tongue swiftly, "-to see you become unraveled by my touch. To see you blush like a virgin at my words. It excites me. Every time I take you is even better than the last. Your tight heat- surrounding me. Your face etched in ecstasy. So liberating."

Severus felt the stirrings of Harry's fresh arousal against his leg.

"You fill me Harry," he returned, not being one for many words, even more so after Harry's stunning admission, "You make me feel so protected. So loved. When you- when we- It's almost as if I deserve it. I feel untainted and nearly pure when your eyes look at me like they do. Possessive. Like you would do anything to keep me right there, because you want me."

"You're not dirty, Severus."

"I've been used Harry. Taken raw like a common whore. You treasure me like fine china, but I am not."

Harry pulled Severus up onto his chest, searching his eyes.

"Whoever has touched you so many years ago is of no consequence to what we have. You are pure of heart. Pure of soul. You are pure to me."

"It's fine, Harry. I know I'm not-"

"You are beautiful to me. I love you."

He wiped away the tears streaming down Severus's face, tucking him underneath his chin.

"I love you too," came the vulnerable rasp.

This Sev likes to bottom, obviously. Haters can get over it, there are plenty of Dom!Sev stories out there for you. Sorry for the blandness of their intimacy, I wanted the main focus to be on everything else in the chapter.