Kreacher My Love: Harry Potter fan fic
Chapter 5
The next few weeks were a strange mix of wonderful and uncomfortable for Kreacher. He hated being nervous around friends or even non-friends like Harry Potter and his lot when they looked at him strangely or even perhaps with too much polite acceptance in their eyes. Too much meant it wasn't any more real than those friends who openly felt shocked by his relationship with Regulus and tried unsuccessfully to mind their own business about it. Their eyes had the most trouble minding their own business with too much staring or disapproval or even the pointed need to look away. The antistare? Well he hated all of it.
He loved being with Regulus, though and when the two were alone his heart was so full of warm love, happiness and yes the delicious passion of the sort he'd never imagined, that all the rest was well worth it. He and Regulus were getting their footing and while it would've been far easier without anyone else about, there were far too many people about for Kreacher's liking, it was still a magical time. Regulus was a strong presence at his side, never doubting their relationship and never allowing anyone like Harry Potter or any of his filthy friends to disrespect Kreacher.
During the lessons Regulus gave to Harry Potter in the matters of legilimancy, Kreacher tried half heartedly to restrain his comments at Harry Potter's obvious inadequacy. When he was unable to restrain himself, he would speak in his usual quiet murmur to Regulus who claimed that the unkind comments distracted Harry Potter. Kreacher didn't care, though, because he could tell that his partner found the comments amusing. Regulus knew that Kreacher spoke the truth.
Most wicked of all, though, was how Kreacher loved the way Regulus chose to silence him. When Regulus drew blood from Kreacher's neck it felt so very good that he couldn't think. If he spoke too frequently about Harry Potter's inadequacies during a lesson, Regulus would take Kreacher onto his lap and draw blood and Kreacher nearly went into a pleasure stupor which made him quiet for the rest of the lesson. Regulus never took much blood. It wasn't the amount, but rather the intensity of the feelings it gave Kreacher. The red faced embarrassment of Harry Potter didn't hurt either and made Kreacher feel oddly proud and smug.
Only a few times did Kreacher have dreadful nightmares that Master Regulus left again or had never returned.
Regulus made him visit a doctor once, and that was the only time Kreacher could truly recall being angry with him. Master Regulus feared that Kreacher's heart could not withstand all their passionate nights even when Severus Snape assured him that Kreacher wasn't nearly as old as he often pretended to be. Kreacher did not agree but nor did he protest which should've been telling enough. As Severus Snape said, he had no wrinkles save for the lines on his face worn there by grief and misery. More food and more reasons to smile were filling those out nicely though. Still Kreacher went with Severus Snape to a doctor at St. Mungos for a physical just to ease Master Regulus's mind. Of course Kreacher came away with a clean bill of health, but the experience was so humiliating that Kreacher silently vowed to forget that Master Regulus had asked him repeatedly not to call him master. Kreacher was free now, but the term Master somehow still felt oddly comforting.
Severus Snape did not seem to understand this, claiming that Kreacher was most definitely the one in charge of the relationship, but Kreacher never cared what anyone else thought and he certainly wasn't about to start after a doctor visit he'd not wanted.