Deserving Chapter 23 part 2
Oh, Harry. Be careful what you wish for. For your own sake, as well as the sanity of the reader.
“No, Sir, you have misunderstood. I have done nothing permanent. It is magical floss used by wizards that like dressing as witches.
All that a wizard dressing as a witch would entail is a few more frills and lacy bits on his robes, if that. It would hardly require him to do this. Also, thanks for spoiling the word "floss" for all eternity.
It is merely holding my organs back between my legs,” explained Severus, not understanding how things had gone so wrong in such a short amount of time.
He doesn't understand how this might make things go wrong?
Harry stopped and looked at him. “What?”
What indeed.
Harry processed all the information that was given to him. He guided Severus to stand next to the bed, then he sat and lifted Severus’ tunic and surveyed his groin. It was a small, flat triangle covered with black pubic hair.
I think we'd already established this. Unfortunately.
On closer inspection, Harry felt comfortable enough, Severus noticed, to part his marked one’s pubic hair with his fingers, the slight outline of a woman’s vulva was there but without the slit.
I can't decide whether this actually makes it worse or not.
Harry bowed his head in thought. “I don’t get it. Why did you do this?” asked Harry, still confused.
See icon.
“It was just a bad idea. If you will let me go I will go to the loo and dispose of this blunter,” said Severus, wishing to run from his utter failure.
Unfortunately, there's still 25 and counting more chapters of utter failure to go.
Things were getting uncomfortable for Severus who was not used to so much intimacy.
“Would you like me to caress your body with my fingertips like the other night?”
Because when you're uncomfortable with intimacy, the natural reaction is to escalate it?
“You are going to do the other thing too; right?”
Severus thought it was amusing how Harry was so uncomfortable with anything that had to do with sex.
As opposed to Severus, who's an absolute sex god?
Harry didn’t know where to look. “It felt nice and as you said it helped me relax and release some tension,” he justified.
Tension wasn't all it released sldrncjlehrkhnshihmxirecgnigrincxse this brain has performed an illegal operation.
“No, don’t leave, I’ll accio it,” he said as he grabbed his wand.
So to speak.
Harry realized what he was doing with his butt cheeks
But not what he was doing with his vocabulary. The author only seems to have the one term for buttocks, and it's one that none of the characters doing buttock-related things in this fic would ever use.
Snape inserted the promised finger
Promised finger. Promised finger. Words really fail me.
OH OOOOOOOO!
A train ran them over. The End.
Severus could feel his heart fall to his stomach. He would not even get to feel Harry in him. It was all over.
Oh, bugger.
Anyway, Harry decides to grant Severus a reward.
Severus thought for a moment then said: “Get Patrick Johnson to Hogwarts on September first,” was Severus’ request.
“What? What are you talking about? Who is Patrick Johnson? And why can he take the Hogwarts Express; Lupin did it,” protested Harry.
“Sir, Patrick Johnson is not a professor, he is a student. His mother was one of my most accelerated students.”
“And why can’t he ride the train like everyone else?”
“Because is mother and father were both Slytherins,” explained Snape.
“Snape, you are making no sense whatsoever.”
23 chapters into Deserving, you should be used to that.
“It seems that Mr. Single has his men going to the houses of the children who have received their letters and telling them that it was a mistake and that they are not to report to Hogwarts. Then he has his men guarding the platform to make sure no ‘unwanted’ student makes it through.”
We learn later why Single has it in for the entirety of Slytherin house, but stopping a quarter of the wizarding population from attending school is hardly a simple task.
“Why didn’t Minerva ask me?”
Severus was uncomfortable with the question but decided to answer it anyway.
“Sir, you have not pledge your allegiance to the cause.”
“I TOLD THEM I WOULD ALWAYS HELP THE CHILDREN!”
I thought it'd been a while since there was any yelling.
Severus simply bowed his head. He had crossed Harry. He had come so close to giving Harry a nice and peaceful birthday and he had ruined it with his request.
So basically we wouldn't have this subplot at all if not for Severus fingering Harry. Uh, thanks?
“But helping one of my little snakes is something that I…”
“Yes, Snape I know that you try to do everything you can for your snakes.
And Harry's too. So instead, his reward is to be:
Harry pointed to the spot between Snape’s eyes. “That’s the request I want to hear,” he said certain that Snape was thinking of something for himself.
Severus did not want to cross Harry, so he blurted out his thought: “a …iss,” hi said so fast and slow that Harry could not make out what he had said and made him repeat it.
“A kiss.”
Apparently.
Continued...
“No, Sir, you have misunderstood. I have done nothing permanent. It is magical floss used by wizards that like dressing as witches.
All that a wizard dressing as a witch would entail is a few more frills and lacy bits on his robes, if that. It would hardly require him to do this. Also, thanks for spoiling the word "floss" for all eternity.
It is merely holding my organs back between my legs,” explained Severus, not understanding how things had gone so wrong in such a short amount of time.
He doesn't understand how this might make things go wrong?
Harry stopped and looked at him. “What?”
What indeed.
Harry processed all the information that was given to him. He guided Severus to stand next to the bed, then he sat and lifted Severus’ tunic and surveyed his groin. It was a small, flat triangle covered with black pubic hair.
I think we'd already established this. Unfortunately.
On closer inspection, Harry felt comfortable enough, Severus noticed, to part his marked one’s pubic hair with his fingers, the slight outline of a woman’s vulva was there but without the slit.
I can't decide whether this actually makes it worse or not.
Harry bowed his head in thought. “I don’t get it. Why did you do this?” asked Harry, still confused.
See icon.
“It was just a bad idea. If you will let me go I will go to the loo and dispose of this blunter,” said Severus, wishing to run from his utter failure.
Unfortunately, there's still 25 and counting more chapters of utter failure to go.
Things were getting uncomfortable for Severus who was not used to so much intimacy.
“Would you like me to caress your body with my fingertips like the other night?”
Because when you're uncomfortable with intimacy, the natural reaction is to escalate it?
“You are going to do the other thing too; right?”
Severus thought it was amusing how Harry was so uncomfortable with anything that had to do with sex.
As opposed to Severus, who's an absolute sex god?
Harry didn’t know where to look. “It felt nice and as you said it helped me relax and release some tension,” he justified.
Tension wasn't all it released sldrncjlehrkhnshihmxirecgnigrincxse this brain has performed an illegal operation.
“No, don’t leave, I’ll accio it,” he said as he grabbed his wand.
So to speak.
Harry realized what he was doing with his butt cheeks
But not what he was doing with his vocabulary. The author only seems to have the one term for buttocks, and it's one that none of the characters doing buttock-related things in this fic would ever use.
Snape inserted the promised finger
Promised finger. Promised finger. Words really fail me.
OH OOOOOOOO!
A train ran them over. The End.
Severus could feel his heart fall to his stomach. He would not even get to feel Harry in him. It was all over.
Oh, bugger.
Anyway, Harry decides to grant Severus a reward.
Severus thought for a moment then said: “Get Patrick Johnson to Hogwarts on September first,” was Severus’ request.
“What? What are you talking about? Who is Patrick Johnson? And why can he take the Hogwarts Express; Lupin did it,” protested Harry.
“Sir, Patrick Johnson is not a professor, he is a student. His mother was one of my most accelerated students.”
“And why can’t he ride the train like everyone else?”
“Because is mother and father were both Slytherins,” explained Snape.
“Snape, you are making no sense whatsoever.”
23 chapters into Deserving, you should be used to that.
“It seems that Mr. Single has his men going to the houses of the children who have received their letters and telling them that it was a mistake and that they are not to report to Hogwarts. Then he has his men guarding the platform to make sure no ‘unwanted’ student makes it through.”
We learn later why Single has it in for the entirety of Slytherin house, but stopping a quarter of the wizarding population from attending school is hardly a simple task.
“Why didn’t Minerva ask me?”
Severus was uncomfortable with the question but decided to answer it anyway.
“Sir, you have not pledge your allegiance to the cause.”
“I TOLD THEM I WOULD ALWAYS HELP THE CHILDREN!”
I thought it'd been a while since there was any yelling.
Severus simply bowed his head. He had crossed Harry. He had come so close to giving Harry a nice and peaceful birthday and he had ruined it with his request.
So basically we wouldn't have this subplot at all if not for Severus fingering Harry. Uh, thanks?
“But helping one of my little snakes is something that I…”
“Yes, Snape I know that you try to do everything you can for your snakes.
And Harry's too. So instead, his reward is to be:
Harry pointed to the spot between Snape’s eyes. “That’s the request I want to hear,” he said certain that Snape was thinking of something for himself.
Severus did not want to cross Harry, so he blurted out his thought: “a …iss,” hi said so fast and slow that Harry could not make out what he had said and made him repeat it.
“A kiss.”
Apparently.
Continued...