Submission

By BertaS

2008

Description: Harry evokes an old pureblood tradition in an attempt to help Severus when he is attacked through his Dark Mark. Resulting in them spending several hours in each others exclusive company and thus worrying many in the order. AU mostly ignores HBP & DH.

Warnings: Slash could possibly be considered self harm and D/s but nothing terrible.

Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would have more time to write. ;)

"Bold and underlined" Parcletongue

Submission

It was a gathering to celebrate the end of the school year and to induct new members into the Order of the Phoenix. Those in attendance had noticed that Severus Snape, Potions Master and spy for the Order was in a foul mood. He was only there at the insistence of the Headmaster and leader of the Order, Albus Dumbledore.

Several people had also notice Snape rubbing his left arm repeatedly during the hour long meeting before they sat down in the newly restored dining room of twelve Grimmauld Place to eat. Molly Weasley had, with the help of Dobby the house elf, truly out done herself as every thing looked absolutely delicious.

Somehow in the shuffle while everyone was being seated Severus found himself sitting beside The-Boy-Who-Lived and bane of his existence for the last seven years, Harry Potter.

Harry was one of those who had noticed the Professor's actions in regards to his left forearm. He was also a bit irritable himself as he was, even after mastering occlumency, still experiencing headaches and visions of what Voldemort was up to. He no longer became trapped in them but seeing flashes of the horrible things the mad man was doing was not pleasant.

The Dark Lord was, at this time, in a more homicidal mood than normal and Harry had caught several glimpses of him torturing different people throughout the day, including at least three Death Eaters.

Severus sat there not eating, but attempting to determine how long he would be required to stay before he would be allowed to retire back to his quarters at Hogwarts.

Unbeknown to Severus, Harry was thinking along those same lines. He just wanted to be alone. To take some dreamless sleep potion and sleep till Voldemort calmed down.

After the third time Severus rubbed his arm since sitting down, Harry said quietly, "He's in a right state. Isn't he, Professor?"

Severus glared at the young man who until very recently had been one of his students before growling, "What would you know Potter."

Harry smiled grimly and rubbed his forehead, "He marked eight people last night. And I'm pretty sure he killed two of them today. You want their names?"

Severus' pale face went ashen as he rubbed at his arm again. This plus a choked off groan and the clenching of his jaw was enough to catch the attention of the Headmaster.

"Severus, my boy," Albus ask from his place at the head of the table, "are you alright?" He frowned, "You not being called are you?"

Severus shook his head, "No, Sir." He gritted his teeth, "It itches."

Having acknowledged his discomfort he began to dig at his arm before trying to push up his tight sleeve to scratch at the irritant. Unable to reach the Mark sufficiently he grabbed a sharp knife from the table and began to cut at his sleeve. He was unmindful of cutting himself in the process and when the angry black and red Mark was reveled he continued to use the knife. He was apparently set on cutting the offending flesh from his arm.

Harry was the only one to react in a meaningful way. He snatched the knife away while grasping Severus' left wrist. He quickly pinned the half crazed older man face down on the table with his left arm pulled up behind his back.

Severus whimpered, "It itches…" before crying out inarticulately and writhing on the table which caused dishes and food to fly everywhere. The younger smaller man had to lean more of his weight onto Severus to maintain his hold.

Harry did the only thing he could think of to force the man to stop fighting him. He turned his head a little and hissed quietly into Severus' ear, a hint of parcletongue unintentionally creeping into his voice, "Ssubmit."

Severus inhaled sharply before shaking his head and once again trying to free himself, even though his every instinct urged him to obey. Twenty-plus years of being required to obey the one Potter unknowingly sounded like at the moment was hard to fight.

Harry tugged up on the wrist he was holding between the Potions Master's shoulder blades, moving his mouth directly against Severus' ear and hissed, "Sssubmit, sss hiss ess to break your arm." He was unaware that Severus only understood half of what he said as the words, 'I don't want,' came out in parcletongue.

Severus almost sobbed, "Alright!" and stopped struggling, almost going limp.

Harry eased up on the pressure he had been exerting on Severus' left arm slightly and whispered, "Ssay it."

Severus turned his head trying to determine if Potter knew what he was asking. The boy's face was a blank mask. Severus closed his eyes and sighed before saying just loud enough for the whole room to hear, "I submit Potter."

That briefly silenced the demands from the Order members for information on what the hell had just happened. At least it silenced them long enough for Harry to pull Severus upright and order, "Follow me." Although Severus really had no choice as Harry did not let go of his already bruised wrist. For such a small man Harry was very strong.

Harry moved quickly ignoring the renewed cries of dismay and demands for answers.

Once they reached Harry's room Harry released Severus to apply several strong locking and silencing charms and wards to the door, walls, ceiling and floor.

Severus groaned through gritted teeth, again digging and clawing at the Mark.

"Snape. Damn!" Harry practically tackled the man in order to push him down onto the bed pinning him with his body to the point that he had Severus' right hand under his knee as he straddled his thighs. He reclaimed his grip on Severus' left wrist pinning it above the man's head.

Harry looked directly into Severus' eyes, "I need to see your memory of being Marked."

Severus shook his head and closed his eyes, "Why? No!"

Harry hissed angrily, "Ssshow me Ssseverusss." He was surprised when the man he was half laying, half sitting on shuddered and whimpered in fear.

Harry thought a moment about why the man would be afraid and realized that he had just spoke with considerably more than a hint of parcletongue in his voice. In fact he thought he might not have spoken in English at all. That sometimes happened when he was angry or overly stressed.

Taking a deep breath Harry spoke as calmly and clearly as he could, "Severus, I need to see if there are any differences between the way you were Marked and those I saw last night."

Severus opened his eyes and ask quietly, "May I ask why?" And although his breathing was still rapid and Harry could see the pain and fear in his eyes he appeared much calmer.

Harry moved Severus' right hand up with his left and resettled himself a bit more comfortably as he explained, "If they are the same, I think I can manipulate it." He shrugged slightly, "Hopefully I can interfere with what ever HE is doing, maybe make it stop itching." He didn't need to say who HE was as they both knew who was meant.

Severus stared at the young man for a short time before turning his head away, "I believe a reducto to the head would be more effective." He sighed, "Not to mention quicker and less painful."

Harry snorted, "Blowing either of our brains out won't help." He sniggered, "Besides it'd make an awful mess on my sheets." He let go of Severus' right arm to touch the man's temple, "Come on Severus, let me see that memory. Push it in front of your shields." He actually caressed the side of Severus' face.

Severus seemed to tense even while unconsciously leaning into the caressing hand. He frowned before shaking his head, "I can't, it's too deep. I… I'd have to…" he shuddered, "It's too deep."

"Severus Snape," Harry spoke softly, "I swear on my magic, I will never use anything I learn tonight against you. I will in fact never discuss anything I learn from your mind with anyone but you, with out your express permission." There was a soft white glow that briefly surrounded Harry signifying a true wizards oath.

Severus blinked in surprise, took as deep a breath as possible with a one hundred and thirty-five pound boy laying on him, and nodded his readiness.

Harry whispered the spell and felt Severus helping him, guiding him to where he needed to be, to what he needed to see. By the time Harry had finished Severus was shivering and a single tear had found its way onto his cheek. Harry brushed it away only to have another immediately take its place.

Harry moved to hold the man and whispered, "It's okay Sev, I'm here."

Severus seemed to give himself a shake, "Do not call me that ridicules nickname Potter."

Harry chuckled as he sat up, again straddling Severus' upper thighs. "That sounds more like my Professor Snape." He pulled Severus' left arm to where he could examine the Mark. He quickly let out a hissed explicative before saying, "You made a right mess of that."

Severus looked at his arm and was shocked to see that there was a mass of bloody scratches and what looked like knife wounds across and around the swollen Mark. He blinked and shrugged, "It still itches." He shuddered, "Like a thousand stinging insects, and I can't get them off." His right hand had crept up to once again dig at the maddening itch.

Harry gently pushed Severus' hand away, "Severus, look at me." When the older man looked up Harry continued, "I need both hands right now. And as much fun as it is I can't be wrestling with you while I do this." He let go of Severus' right hand.

Severus looked at Harry then at each of his hands. He dropped his right hand to the bed beside Harry's knee and focused on the young man's face. He watched as Harry stroked his arm and whispered several healing charms. He choked back a moan and his hand fisted in the bedclothes as the Mark flared fighting the healing spells. Damage to the area around the Mark was always difficult and painful to heal. This was especially true of wounds that were self inflicted and directed at the Mark.

Harry stroked the area again and hissed for several minutes. Severus kept his eyes on the boy's face as he tried to keep still and silent. He could tell that Harry was concentrating and didn't know what would happen if he broke that concentration.

Severus was quite dismayed to feel himself becoming aroused. He soon realized that it was something that Harry was doing. He closed his eyes briefly and moaned rather loudly. When he opened his eyes again the boy was looking at him.

"Am I hurting you?"

Severus shook his head confused by the obvious concern in Harry's voice and face.

"Does it still itch?"

Severus blinked, "Yes," he said slowly, "but, it's different. Not as intense." He shifted a little to try to relieve some of the pressure the boy had created, only to have Harry lean into him. Severus let out a little moan as he closed his eyes. He could feel his face heating up not only with embarrassment but with additional arousal.

Harry thought Severus looked good with the extra color in his face. He whispered, "I needed a stronger sensation than an itch. I could only think of two things that might work." He licked his lips, "I know it's hard, but try to relax. You…" He swallowed audibly, "You might even try enjoying it."

Severus shivered, when choosing between pain and pleasure this boy who he thought hated him, chose to give him pleasure unlike any he had ever felt before. He nodded and when Harry started to turn back to his arm Severus spoke in a rather husky voice, "I warn you Potter, I tend to be a bit…" he paused searching for the best word, "Um, vocal."

Harry just smiled and with the next touch of Harry's fingers, Severus allowed his head to fall back and he moaned loudly, "Oh fuck."

Harry raised and eyebrow and chuckled, "Maybe later." before steadying his concentration once again on making the Mark do what he wanted.

When Harry's concentration was once again broken it was because Severus was trying to pull him closer, he had in fact moved them so that they were grinding against each other. He had his right hand behind Harry's head and was pulling,

It took a second for Harry to realize what Severus wanted as the man, true to his warning was mumbling and moaning a continuous stream of near incoherent vocal appreciation. Harry leaned closer allowing Severus to claim his lips.

Harry was surprised by the older man's kiss as well as the intensity of his own arousal. He was unaware his hand was still covering the Mark on Severus' arm. He was equally unaware that he slipped into parcletongue as they both climaxed together. Neither of them actually noticed the flash of light and if they had they would have assumed it came from the storm forming outside. Although Severus was aware of an almost electric charge that added an exquisite element of pain to his orgasm.

The bang, as the first of the charms that Harry had put on the door fell, roused the men from the doze they had fallen into after their exertions.

Severus nudged the young man, "They are nearly through the wards. And you are laying on my wand."

Harry chuckled, "Is that what you call it?"

As he stood and stalked toward the door Harry felt a cleaning charm hit him. He flung the door open, and at least a dozen Order members where in the hall they all stared at him.

Harry demanded, "Well, what!"

"Oh honestly, Harry," huffed Hermione, "even you have to admit that that was strange behavior." She glanced behind Harry, her eyes going wide before she squeaked, "For both of you."

Harry resisted the temptation to turn and look at whatever Severus was doing to make Hermione look so shocked.

Harry frowned, "Would you have preferred to watch Severus cut his arm off?" He looked at each of them. "I assure you, he would have."

"Harry, I highly doubt…" started Albus Dumbledore, only to have Severus interrupt.

"I would have," Severus said quietly. "Mr. Potter has done what was necessary."

"Was it necessary to destroy dinner?" Molly Weasley shouted, "And is it necessary for you to be tied to the bed?" The woman had her hands on her hips and a look of disgust on her face.

Harry's eyes narrowed, "Severus," he turned to look at the man on the bed, "do you have any objections to my treatment of you? Do you wish to recant your submission?" He had a bit of trouble controlling his expression as Severus was laying on the bed sans robes, jacket and shoes. His hands were tied to the headboard with a bright Gryffindor red ribbon. Several buttons on his soft white shirt were undone showing a hint of dark curly hair at his throat.

Severus shook his head demurely, "No, Mr. Potter." He smirked slightly, "I am yours for the next twenty-fo…" he glanced at the clock, "Well, lets call it twenty-three and a half hours. Shall we?" he raised his eye brow.

Harry chuckled, "Agreed." He turned to those still crowed at his door saying, "If you'll excuse us then?" as he slammed the door.

He could clearly hear Hermione saying, "But I don't understand."

One of the older members answered, "Snape submitted. What they do for the allotted time is none of our business."

And another voice, "Don't really know what we're doing up here anyway."

Harry finished re-warding the door, walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. He was surprised and amused when Severus let go of the ribbons and they fell away. Severus had apparently just wrapped the ribbons around his wrists and had been holding the ends. He looked extremely relaxed.

"You didn't have to do that, you know?" Harry gestured to the man's appearance and the ribbons.

Severus shrugged, "It's what they expected. Especially considering how forceful you had to be to acquire my submission to begin with." He smirked wiggling his green clad toes as he stretched contentedly.

Harry frowned, "They think I'm raping you?" He was appalled.

Severus shook his head, "No. I've already consented." He shrugged slightly, "To anything you wish to do." He turned his head away, "I wondered if you truly understood this." He moved his hand to Harry's knee as he looked back at the young man. "You may do anything you like to or with me, short of killing me that is." Harry felt the man shiver as he shrugged again. "Although if you did," he shook his head snd smirked slightly, "no court in the Wizarding world would convict you. There are too many witnesses to my submission."

Severus' movements had caused the tattered sleeve of his shirt to slide up his arm exposing everything from wrist to elbow.

"Oh Fuck!" Harry groaned as he stared.

Severus smiled, "You said we would do that later." His hand slid up Harry's thigh teasing. "It will take me a few more minutes before I am ready again."

Harry looked stricken, "You may not want to when you see, Sir." He wasn't aware of using the honorific.

Severus blinked curiously as Harry once again took hold of his wrist and turned it to examine the Mark.

Shock was not a strong enough word to express Severus' feelings when he realized that Harry had not just manipulated the Mark, he had overtaken it. The snake and the skull were still there, however the skull was shattered by a large silver lightening bolt and the once oily black snake, now a bright green, was coiled around the remains of the skull.

He realized that Harry was even more upset and concerned than he was. He watched the young man try to decide what to say and chuckled softly. "Yes, Mr. Potter, this will cause some, problems. However," he leaned up so that he was face to face with the young man, "I am inclined to," he ran one finger along Harry's jaw, "Ignore it, until dinner time, tomorrow."

Harry nodded and sighed, "After that I suppose we have to tell the Headmaster." He shook his head. "He's gon'a kill me, especially since I don't know how I did it."

Severus smirked, "I doubt that. He's been trying to convince me to give up spying anyway." He lay back on the bed, "What ever shall we do to amuse ourselves in the meantime?" the smirk almost became a grin.

Harry swallowed as he watched the other man stretch and settle himself comfortably on the pillows.

"Um, Severus, are you saying you want to… I mean?" He swallowed hard again unsure how to finish his question.

The pleasant relaxed expression left the Potions Master's face, "Mr. Potter," he spoke in a quiet deadly tone, "if you do not desire such favors, say so, and I will cease making a fool of myself."

"It's not that I don't want… It's just… I…" he sighed, "Gods this is embarrassing." He turned away, "I don't know… I've never actually…" He fell silent as he sat staring at his hands folded in his lap.

A hand on his shoulder caused him to partially turn back toward Severus, "Besides it not like I want to paint a giant target on those I care about. Ya'know?" He shook his head and looked miserable.

Severus nodded, "Understandable." He looked at his left fore arm before meeting Harry's eyes, "However, I believe I may, at least briefly, surpass you on HIS hit list." He reached up and pushed the hair out of the boy's face. "You are an attractive young man, Mr. Potter. Should you desire it, I would find no hardship in instructing you in this matter."

Harry ducked his head a bit and smiled shyly. "Thanks. I… I think I'd like that."

The End… Well not really but I leave it to you, good reader to fantasize about what may or may not happen next. Please review. BertaS