Chapter 25

For the first time since he had been taken and hurt Harry didn't have a nightmare (when he wasn't taking dreamless sleeping potion). Severus knew it could get addictive fast and chose to give it to Harry in smaller doses. Tonight was one of those nights; he woke up panting for breath, terribly aroused by his dream. It was more like a memory; really, it had been about the day Severus had gone to that order meeting leaving him alone. Harry had been scared and more than a little shocked by what he had done. It hadn't been long before he had been unable to speak, unable to think at all as he was stimulated. Harry couldn't remember how many times he had come that night, but his body had been utterly exhausted. So exhausted he had slept without any dreams; if he'd had any, he couldn't remember them.

He saw that he was alone; it made him feel pretty sad actually that Severus wasn't there. He had always been there, waking him up or waiting on him to awaken. He whimpered, rubbing his legs together incredibly turned on; groaning he walked unsteadily towards the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he let it soak him as he took care of his not so little problem. Small moans and pants left Harry's lips as he slowly worked himself. He didn't even hear the bathroom door open.

He jumped in fright before all tension left his body altogether, when Severus wrapped his arms around him and began talking in that silky baritone voice of his. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? Seeing you so debauched like this?" Severus purred in his ear. When he had seen the empty bed he had worried... for all of five seconds before he heard the water running. The sight he had walked into made him go from flaccid to rock hard in seconds.

"Severus," whispered Harry breathlessly.

Severus turned Harry around, clutching the young man as close as he could. Kissing those delectable lips like he had wanted to for days, feeling himself getting harder when Harry rubbed himself against him. Seemly desperate for release, he pressed them against the shower wall, stopping all movements and enjoying the whine Harry gave off. Severus couldn't get enough of how much he affected the seventeen year old. He was so responsive, so loud, so bloody gorgeous and all his.

"Please," whispered Harry, his breathing laboured, his body shaking with need. A need to be filled by the one he loved, the one he needed. The only one who would ever get to touch him like this, Severus would ensure that.

Severus knew Harry would tire easily, and wouldn't be able to put up with much foreplay. Untangling from Harry, he grabbed the shampoo and began massaging it into his scalp. Harry, who had never had anyone take care of him before, relaxed and allowed Severus to have his way, feeling happier and more content for the first time in a while. Severus did the same for himself, washing his hair. Once they were both washed he cut the shower off, towelled Harry, and carried the teen back to the bed. Harry was then washed the Muggle way, and his hair brushed. Severus knew Harry wouldn't mind him looking after him like this, because he had been denied it for so long that he actually wanted someone to look after him in all respects. It was something Severus would happily do.

Severus looked at his Harry and saw the peace in those green eyes. All for just washing and drying him; it made Severus feel very sad for him. He had been denied so much in his short life... Well, no more, Severus would ensure Harry had the best of everything, and never want for anything at all.

With such care Severus lay Harry down on the bed, before joining him. Settling himself on top of the teen, he ensured he didn't put his whole weight on him. Harry was still very thin, and Severus actually feared hurting him― he was very delicate looking right now. Severus was determined to worship Harry tonight, show him he was worthy of love, respect and anything else he could ever wish for.

Severus did indeed worship Harry, kissing and licking every inch of his body. The trembling, whimpers, groans, moans and whispers of 'please' and 'Severus' were like music to his ears. He didn't think he could ever love anyone as much as he loved Harry.

Finally Severus moved back up the bed, putting a pillow under Harry and gently preparing him. He found himself biting his lip to stop groaning as Harry arched up, pushing his fingers impossibly deeper into Harry. Once that was done, he slid home in one thrust. Severus' hands tangled with Harry's raising them above their heads, as he went about making Harry's body sing with pleasure. Harry came first his body shaking even more with the force of such a powerful orgasm. Harry's eyes closed, his breathing laboured; unable to move he lay there just feeling that fullness invading him again and again. He wasn't even able to screw up the energy to arch into the kisses and bites Severus was bestowing on his body. Eventually though Harry could sense Severus was close to coming; as his pace got more frantic, his bites became uncontrolled, even slightly painful.

Severus began sucking on Harry's neck as he felt himself loosing even more control. Then finally with one last grunt, he spilled himself inside Harry. Severus never wanted to move, he could have stayed right where he was forever. He leaned on his elbows, keeping himself where he was, snug and comfortable, looking into Harry's green eyes and still unable to believe this powerful, gorgeous man was his to do whatever he pleased with. It had been his intention from the start, but this was so much better than any daydream or fantasy could ever be. He had dreamed of this day for so long, he had wondered if he would actually get there. Some part of him had wondered if Harry would or could ever truly be his. He would never have given Harry up; he had wanted him and would have had him, even if he had to kidnap him and keep him until he could prove his feelings to Harry. He had been adamant from the start Harry would be his, his consort, his lover, and his second in command. His to love, his to cherish and his to have children with one day.

"Are you ok?" asked Severus concerned, knowing his lover was still recovering from what had happened. He was still weak but he was getting there, the potions were helping a great deal.

"Better than ever," whispered Harry, never breaking eye contact with Severus, leaning into the caresses that Severus bestowed upon him as he moved the hair from his little one's face. Harry was simply basking in the feeling of being wanted, loved and cherished by Severus again; he was safe now.

"Hungry?" asked Severus, smiling slightly, as Harry leaned into his hand. Harry was getting better; he would be fine eventually. He had been truly worried about Harry. His life had never been easy; it surprised Severus just how his little one could take everything in his stride without breaking down. His eyes, which had shown nothing but weariness, hurt, pain, shame, and horror, were finally clear, calm, and happy. His little one was finally at peace, and would remain so even if he had to kill everyone to ensure it.

"Yes," murmured Harry, simply basking once again in the fact that someone cared.

"How about some fruit? Is there anything you'd like?" asked Severus softly. He covered them both with the cover on their bed, since it was getting chilly; he still hadn't moved an inch.

Harry looked surprised, a small smile appearing on his face. "Strawberries?" It was more of a question than a statement, Harry, it seemed, was unsure of asking for anything. Considering how his relatives treated him, Severus knew why. A small sigh left his lips; Harry had been denied so much, even something as simple as food. He had never had a hot meal before entering Hogwarts, or sweets, come to that. Severus vowed to make sure Harry had all kinds of food, not just the foods they served at Hogwarts.

"Dobby? Bring us up a big platter of fruit," said Severus; the house elf nodded before popping out again, not even bothered by the fact he was seeing Harry and Severus attached together under a cover. House elves had seen their share of compromising situations so as not to care anymore. Plus house elves weren't stupid; after all, the race would have ended a long time ago if it wasn't for the fact they did the exact same thing and had baby elves.

"Are you in any pain?" asked Severus softly, his complete attention solely on Harry once again.

Harry beamed at him, his entire face lit up at just a question; Harry shook his head no, he wasn't in pain. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus, twiddling with the black hair as he did so, drawing Severus down and kissing his lips in a soft kiss. Harry hadn't ever felt like this before, not even back at Hogwarts. He had been too worried about Dumbledore coming down to truly relax. It was finally dawning on Harry that he was truly free of Dumbledore; Severus obviously wasn't working at Hogwarts.

Dobby popped back and put the big tray full of cut up fruit on the bed.

"Thank you, Dobby; how are you?" asked Harry politely.

"I am well thank you, Harry Potter, sir," grinned Dobby happily.

"Good," said Harry, he had spoken to Dobby a lot during his years at Hogwarts. He couldn't believe the house elf had never told him whom he was bound to. So now he was rather awkward around the poor thing, a small part of him even felt betrayed. Dobby nodded again before popping out, leaving the two men together again.

"When did he bind himself to you? And why did he do it?" asked Harry as Severus brought the tray closer.

"Dobby wasn't happy with the way Dumbledore was treating you. However, he couldn't say anything; the only way to get out of Dumbledore's hold was to tie himself to another." Severus was interrupted by Harry there.

"I thought only clothes could?" asked Harry his head wrinkling in confusion.

"As did I, but no, if they willingly bind themselves to another, the previous master and house elf bond is destroyed. Especially if it was forced upon them; he came to me when you were in your fifth year," explained Severus. "He came back to Hogwarts when you were in your fourth, it didn't take long for Dobby to find out about them drugging you with potions. When he did he was furious, and he knew I always kept an eye on you, don't ask me how."

"Why didn't he tell me then?" asked Harry his voice soft and hurt-filled.

"Because I told him not to," explained Severus sadly.

"But why?" asked Harry, his voice taking a tortured turn.

"I didn't exactly know what you were getting most of the time, or I would have acted sooner. Or at least undone all the potions myself, it's why I was so angry when I finally did find out what potions you had in your system. You would never have believed me; you always followed Dumbledore about like a lost pup. I couldn't take it anymore, and was adamant about telling you," said Severus.

"Only because you wanted me," said Harry petulantly.

"I've wanted you since you were fourteen; you turned out to be a very gorgeous boy. I've dreamt about this for years and I've finally gotten my wish. You have to know it's not because you are Harry Potter, not because you are the boy-who-lived. It's because you are Harry," said Severus soothingly, and because of his power it was very seductive. He had been wondering why, while watching Harry, why he hadn't taken on a partner ― not that he had wanted the boy too. Cedric Diggory had been the first to make a move on his boy; he had ensured the boy had detention for weeks. Not that he would have done anything to Harry, he had been underage, he just didn't want anyone else to claim his Harry. As the years went by he got even more stunning and striking. He remembered seeing the boy with nothing on, during his fourth year, there had been nothing childlike about him then and there wasn't now. Harry had never shown anyone any interest because he hadn't ever been able to attain an erection. There had been potions in him that stopped him from advancing sexually. There were a lot more, but he didn't want to think on them all, it made him tremble with fury even now, months after he had removed them.

Harry smiled despite the fact the conversation was grave; it was nice to know he was wanted for him. He had known Severus wasn't interested in him because he got rid of Voldemort once. To hear it, though, gave him all the reassurances he needed. He didn't even care that Severus had wanted him since he was fourteen. On an unrelated matter Harry had noticed most purebloods began dating then, those in arranged marriages were married right out of school.

"So why didn't you ask Dobby to subtly tell me?" asked Harry curiously, opening his mouth and chewing on the strawberry.

"I thought you trusted Dumbledore on your own…I had no idea about the loyalty potions. I was getting desperate to tell you in your seventh year, I wanted you for myself," whispered Severus seductively into his ear as he reached for the melon and plopped another piece into Harry's mouth.

"I see," said Harry, he wasn't truly bothered about the conversation he was having. He didn't care what Severus had done in the past to him, or what he had done with Dumbledore against him. He was just upset that Dobby had kept it from him. What mattered was the present and how he was now. Harry had always been good at that, living for the moment, forgiving people. Severus, fortunately for him, was the only one going to be forgiven for the atrocities that had been done to him. The others were all going to suffer the tortures of the damned.

Harry and Severus just enjoyed eating the platter of food. Severus slid out of Harry, causing Harry to give a surprised whimper at being empty again. On his side now, Severus continued to feed himself and Harry. One hand had found itself under Harry's head, drawing him closer,just content to be able to hold him again after the three weeks he had been kidnapped.

Later that day a tailor came and fitted Harry for clothes, which were now all hung up in his side of the wardrobe or folded in his set of drawers. He had everything: cloaks, jackets, jumpers, t-shirts, shoes, boots, trousers, shorts, shirts, jeans, a few hats... absolutely everything. Harry had been utterly gobsmacked. He loved his new Pyjamas― the snitches were animated to move― which he was wearing. They were a tad childish, but Harry loved them all the same. Thankfully he didn't have any other night clothes like that. It was almost as if Severus had gotten them as an afterthought. The rest were cotton or silk; expensively plain Pyjamas, but Harry loved the feel of them.

He still slept a lot, got exhausted easily, but Severus never left his side. They spoke and ate and drank potions whenever he was awake. He loved being able to see without glasses. Being able to see Severus, who never got impatient with him, even when he asked about ten times to go to the bathroom. He was so different from the man who used to scowl and sneer at him at school. This year had been very difficult for him; his life had been turned upside down and inside out. His free will, his life, Azkaban, his friends, mentor everything... Enemies were friends now, and friends were enemies; people he had trusted were betrayers and he was going to make them all pay. His eyes darkened when he thought of Dumbledore and that unknown man. Those two were first― they were going to feel his wrath, and Merlin help anyone who tried to tell him otherwise.

Edited by Jordre.