A/N: I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to finally get this next chapter
here up. I've been busy with a lot of stuff, like starting back to school,
and I was also having some slight writers block (don't know why but I was
having some), but here's the next chapter and thank you all again whom have
reviewed cause you're all wonderful and great and I cherish you dearly
Randomness of the Moraco: It's a very strange experience when you're best friend who is younger than you, I might add, tells you you're growing up when you write a slightly graphic scene into a fan fic.
~ To Love a Master ~ Chapter 12 Simple and Clean ~
Time ran on and on and the eighth had arrived. Harry had received the gift he was giving to Severus, which was a silver pendant of a crown with an emerald heart encrusted in the middle. Harry decided that since he had something he could always wear and know the affection he and Severus shared, that Severus should have something too.
It was dinner time, but Harry was not going to the Great Hall this evening. Harry had stuffed his costume and present into his school bag, which he'd earlier emptied of his actual school related articles, and made his way for the dungeons to Severus' chambers.
The portrait let him enter and Harry proceeded in getting ready for when Severus came back from dinner.
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Severus sat in his usual seat at the staff table eating his dinner. He kept scanning the tables of students for his snitch, which he could not find. He noticed Weasley and Granger in the trio's usual spot, but Harry was missing. Wonder what he's gotten himself into this time. An on my birthday of all days. Severus finished his meal and left the Great Hall.
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Harry knew to be expecting Severus back soon so he began dusting off the mantle with a feather duster.
Harry judged time well, for Severus came through the portrait hole shortly. As Severus walked in Harry's back was to him. 'Who are you and what are you doing in my private chambers?'
Harry turned, his green eyes meeting with deep midnight blue ones. Harry gasped and then began talking in a French accent. 'I cannot believe zat you do not even remember your own maid. Your personal servant. Ze one zat you mean everyzing to.'
Severus arched an eyebrow. 'Harry?'
'Oui master?'
'What on earth are you doing in that?!'
'You do not like it?' Harry pouted his lips. 'Zis is all for you. For your birzday. Zough if you do not like it. Zis zing is very hot.' Harry grabbed ahold of the skirt and began flapping it as though trying to fan himself.
What Severus didn't expect was Harry's lack of underwear and with every flap of the skirt Severus was able to view the enticing beauty that was below Harry's belt, or skirt rather.
Severus walked up to Harry and grabbed a hold of his arms. 'Stop that.'
'But I'm so hot.' Harry tilted his head up to place a kiss on Severus' lips.
Severus came back at Harry's lips in a tough, deeply lustful kiss. He drug Harry onto the couch still kissing furiously. He then lied Harry on the coffee table in front of the couch where they were.
'Severus, what are you-'
Severus threw up the skirt of Harry's dress and smiled at the throbbing erection he met. He licked the tip of the ever hardening member before him, which elicited a moan from Harry. Severus then took Harry into his mouth whole.
Harry threw his head back releasing more moans the pleasure center in his brain was telling him to.
Severus worked Harry with his mouth, taking pleasure in the moans he heard escaping his young lover's lips.
Harry's head was spinning as Severus continued, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out like this much longer.
Severus could tell Harry's body was giving in and that he would soon come. He continued until Harry did, and when it happened Severus drank his lover, swallowing every bit. He removed his mouth from around Harry kissing the tip of his manhood before crawling onto the coffee table above Harry. He kissed his snitch and they continued with the kissing until they both had to stop for a moment due to lack of oxygen.
'Severus?'
'Yes?'
'I feel bad now,' Harry said.
'Did I do something wrong?' Severus was curious because he was under the impression that Harry had just experienced a great amount of pleasure thanks to him. Why would he feel bad? Was all that moaning just for show?
'No, not that at all. You were wonderful. It's just that, it's your birthday and here you are blowing my mind with your talented moves. Tonight's supposed to be about you. I'm the who's supposed to be pleasuring you and hearing you moan,' Harry explained.
'Harry how could you say such a thing? I'm having the best birthday of my life. It pleasures me to hear you and touch you in ways few have ever been privileged to.'
Harry smiled. 'Well, I suppose the night's not over yet. I could still find my way into you I guess.'
Severus actually smiled. He got up from the coffee table and then scooped Harry up into his arms. 'I believe the bed would be a bit more comforting for that.'
Severus began carrying Harry off to the bedroom when the young man in his arms stopped him.
'Wait,' Harry said. He reached into his dress, by the way of sticking his hand down through the collar, and pulled out a small green box.
'What's that?'
Harry took the necklace out and fastened it around Severu's neck.
'Harry, what is this?'
'Your birthday present,' Harry said. 'The crown represents a king, in which you're the king of my world and you hold my heart, hence the heart inside the crown. Green, the colour of my eyes, and emerald, your birthstone.'
Severus smiled and looked as though he might actually cry. But he didn't. 'Thank you.'
Harry simply smiled.
'The night is still young.' Severus continued to the bedroom where they remained until morning.
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A/N: Well, that's all I've got for you for now. Don't you just love the irony in the chapter title? Oh and please nobody say anything about all of Sev's smiling, it's just you know I think this kind of thing, oddly thoughtful thing, would make him really laugh and show his true heart and colours. I've just always been one of those HP fans who is dead set that Sev is really this wonderful great guy, but has just had a lot of bad things happen in his life, and just treats the world like it's treated him and keeps up his reputation. Don't know if that just made any sense, but if any of you ever tried to take a field trip inside my brain or something, you'd be confused off your arse. Anyway, to keep this A/N not crazily any longer I'll end it. Please review if you haven't already and even if you have review this chapter and let me know what you think.
Randomness of the Moraco: It's a very strange experience when you're best friend who is younger than you, I might add, tells you you're growing up when you write a slightly graphic scene into a fan fic.
~ To Love a Master ~ Chapter 12 Simple and Clean ~
Time ran on and on and the eighth had arrived. Harry had received the gift he was giving to Severus, which was a silver pendant of a crown with an emerald heart encrusted in the middle. Harry decided that since he had something he could always wear and know the affection he and Severus shared, that Severus should have something too.
It was dinner time, but Harry was not going to the Great Hall this evening. Harry had stuffed his costume and present into his school bag, which he'd earlier emptied of his actual school related articles, and made his way for the dungeons to Severus' chambers.
The portrait let him enter and Harry proceeded in getting ready for when Severus came back from dinner.
~
Severus sat in his usual seat at the staff table eating his dinner. He kept scanning the tables of students for his snitch, which he could not find. He noticed Weasley and Granger in the trio's usual spot, but Harry was missing. Wonder what he's gotten himself into this time. An on my birthday of all days. Severus finished his meal and left the Great Hall.
~
Harry knew to be expecting Severus back soon so he began dusting off the mantle with a feather duster.
Harry judged time well, for Severus came through the portrait hole shortly. As Severus walked in Harry's back was to him. 'Who are you and what are you doing in my private chambers?'
Harry turned, his green eyes meeting with deep midnight blue ones. Harry gasped and then began talking in a French accent. 'I cannot believe zat you do not even remember your own maid. Your personal servant. Ze one zat you mean everyzing to.'
Severus arched an eyebrow. 'Harry?'
'Oui master?'
'What on earth are you doing in that?!'
'You do not like it?' Harry pouted his lips. 'Zis is all for you. For your birzday. Zough if you do not like it. Zis zing is very hot.' Harry grabbed ahold of the skirt and began flapping it as though trying to fan himself.
What Severus didn't expect was Harry's lack of underwear and with every flap of the skirt Severus was able to view the enticing beauty that was below Harry's belt, or skirt rather.
Severus walked up to Harry and grabbed a hold of his arms. 'Stop that.'
'But I'm so hot.' Harry tilted his head up to place a kiss on Severus' lips.
Severus came back at Harry's lips in a tough, deeply lustful kiss. He drug Harry onto the couch still kissing furiously. He then lied Harry on the coffee table in front of the couch where they were.
'Severus, what are you-'
Severus threw up the skirt of Harry's dress and smiled at the throbbing erection he met. He licked the tip of the ever hardening member before him, which elicited a moan from Harry. Severus then took Harry into his mouth whole.
Harry threw his head back releasing more moans the pleasure center in his brain was telling him to.
Severus worked Harry with his mouth, taking pleasure in the moans he heard escaping his young lover's lips.
Harry's head was spinning as Severus continued, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out like this much longer.
Severus could tell Harry's body was giving in and that he would soon come. He continued until Harry did, and when it happened Severus drank his lover, swallowing every bit. He removed his mouth from around Harry kissing the tip of his manhood before crawling onto the coffee table above Harry. He kissed his snitch and they continued with the kissing until they both had to stop for a moment due to lack of oxygen.
'Severus?'
'Yes?'
'I feel bad now,' Harry said.
'Did I do something wrong?' Severus was curious because he was under the impression that Harry had just experienced a great amount of pleasure thanks to him. Why would he feel bad? Was all that moaning just for show?
'No, not that at all. You were wonderful. It's just that, it's your birthday and here you are blowing my mind with your talented moves. Tonight's supposed to be about you. I'm the who's supposed to be pleasuring you and hearing you moan,' Harry explained.
'Harry how could you say such a thing? I'm having the best birthday of my life. It pleasures me to hear you and touch you in ways few have ever been privileged to.'
Harry smiled. 'Well, I suppose the night's not over yet. I could still find my way into you I guess.'
Severus actually smiled. He got up from the coffee table and then scooped Harry up into his arms. 'I believe the bed would be a bit more comforting for that.'
Severus began carrying Harry off to the bedroom when the young man in his arms stopped him.
'Wait,' Harry said. He reached into his dress, by the way of sticking his hand down through the collar, and pulled out a small green box.
'What's that?'
Harry took the necklace out and fastened it around Severu's neck.
'Harry, what is this?'
'Your birthday present,' Harry said. 'The crown represents a king, in which you're the king of my world and you hold my heart, hence the heart inside the crown. Green, the colour of my eyes, and emerald, your birthstone.'
Severus smiled and looked as though he might actually cry. But he didn't. 'Thank you.'
Harry simply smiled.
'The night is still young.' Severus continued to the bedroom where they remained until morning.
~
A/N: Well, that's all I've got for you for now. Don't you just love the irony in the chapter title? Oh and please nobody say anything about all of Sev's smiling, it's just you know I think this kind of thing, oddly thoughtful thing, would make him really laugh and show his true heart and colours. I've just always been one of those HP fans who is dead set that Sev is really this wonderful great guy, but has just had a lot of bad things happen in his life, and just treats the world like it's treated him and keeps up his reputation. Don't know if that just made any sense, but if any of you ever tried to take a field trip inside my brain or something, you'd be confused off your arse. Anyway, to keep this A/N not crazily any longer I'll end it. Please review if you haven't already and even if you have review this chapter and let me know what you think.