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I know, I know, I know... this is a REALLY short chapter...its practically a half chapter, but my muse was done and said it should stop there.
Next Chap. should have the Easter supper and a touch of naughtiness... stay tuned kiddies.
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I wanted to talk to you about him being ours, Charlie went over Severus's words for what felt like the millionth time. No matter how many times he remembered the conversation he had with the man, it still surprised him that he was willing to share.

"Only to a point." Charlie said to no one in particular as he added water to the kettle for his first of many daily cups of tea.

Severus had laid a foolproof plan at his feet. One last time to play, and what he wouldn't give for the chance to have Harry one last time.

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Easter break was less then a week away and Severus was busy making plans for every single day that he had free of teaching. He had taken off from Friday evening after his last class through the following Sunday. Giving himself nine student free days. Nine days that he planned to spend with his boy, and a few friends.

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Harry sat at the old wooden table in the kitchen of The Burrow, a pot of tea and a ball of yarn separating him from the only mother he could remember.

"I am so glad you stopped by today Harry dear. I was just telling your father last night that I wanted to speak to you about Easter. Do you need more tea?"

Molly poured him another cup without bothering to pay attention to his answer. Harry loved that about her. He could have told her no and it wouldn't have mattered. He knew that to her, every situation began and ended with "I am your Mother and Mother always knows best", so he didn't complain. More then her desire to smother him in motherly love, he loved her inclusions of him. It was heart warming that she referred to herself and Arthur as his parents. It was just something she did without realizing it, and it made his heart sing.

"Everyone will be home this year and I was planning on making a nice ham. Does Severus like ham? If he doesn't I'm sure I can make a roast or…why is your mouth hanging open like that? Are you sick? Is the tea off? Oh Merlin. I told Hermione that it was a bad idea to drink chai but she insisted that we try it. Now look what has happened."

Harry smiled and shook his head. "No, the tea isn't off. It's very good actually, thought I think you are supposed to add milk to it. Why do you want to know if Severus likes ham?"

Molly looked at his adopted son as though he had grown an extra head. "I need to know what to make for supper. If he doesn't like ham and I make it, he would feel horrible and left out. I need to know so that I cook something for him that he will enjoy. To do otherwise would be plain rude."

"I will be here. It was really sweet of you to invite him. I think ham will be fine."

"I didn't invite… Harry James Potter! I can't believe that you didn't invite him home for the holiday! There is only a week left until Easter, you should have invited him days ago. You will go into the living room right now and floo him. Don't you give me that look young man. It's not my fault you left it to the very last moment. Percy never leaves these things for the last minute…"

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That was an interesting floo call from you this afternoon. It's always entertaining to listen to Molly screech like a maniac. It's a wonder that Dumbledore didn't send her to deal with The Dark Lord. I imagine that we would have been rid of him a hell of a lot sooner if he had.

Harry snickered at his lover's faux irritation.

You know that her heart was in the right place. She was so upset that I hadn't invited you already that she compared me to Percy. Twice. And said something I can't quite remember about how horrified she was that I acted like I was raised by wolves. I think she is worried that you think she did a bad job with my upbringing…

She is aware of the fact that you were raised by muggles isn't she? From what I was led to believe you only stayed with her family during a portion of your summer holidays each year.

My Christmas and Easter holidays as well. She is practically my mother Sev. You know how I feel about the Weasleys. They are my family.

Severus smirked to himself, a sadistic glint in his eye as he began writing again.

If that is how you treat your family I can't imagine why your relatives didn't adore you.

What?

As it is rather hard to stutter with a quill I will assume that you would like me to clarify something...

I have no idea what you are trying to imply. My relatives hated me. You know that.

You said that The Weasley's are your family.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the parchment in front of him.

They are.

That would mean that the time you spent with Charlie can be describes as nothing less then incestuous.

… wow. Just… wow.

I take it that you do not agree with me?

Not even a little bit. My relationship with Charlie was and is purely friendship based. I love him because we are friends, but I have never seen him in that light. He isn't like Bill or the twin's or Ron. Or even Percy for that matter. It's different with him. It always has been.

Severus knew what lay between the lines. A better man would have let it rest, but being a better man didn't fit into his plans for the near future.

And always will be?

I… probably. Does that bother you?

Not at all. I understand that a relationship like the one we have and the one you had with Charlie never truly ends. He isn't your Master anymore. That is a pleasure that is all mine, but I know that if he gave you a direct order you would respond without thinking. It's something that is in your very genes. More so with him because is the person who put it there. Do you miss him?

Harry bit his lip and sat back in his chair. Did he miss Charlie? Would he like to be with the other man again, if the chance was given to him? If the answer to either of those questions was yes, then what did it say about his relationship with Severus…

Harry…Pet? Are you going to answer me?

I am sorry. I was thinking.

And?

No, I don't miss him. Not anymore. But … well… I don't know that I would turn down a chance to be with him again. Not because you don't satisfy me or give me everything I deserve. I just… He made me feel so…

Severus looked at the parchment, unsure if his pet was going to continue. When a full minute went by and nothing else appeared he dipped his quill into the inkpot and started writing again.

So what Pet? How did he make you feel?

Brutalized and used.

Like a whore? Would you like to be his whore again pet? Do you want to be used and abused by him again? Feel his strap on your ass as I fuck your face? Should I let him have you again for a night, loan you out like a useless piece of property?

Harry was having a hard time breathing as he read the words his Master was writing.

You would do that?

Don't you understand love? I already have…

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