Deserving Chapter 45
On with the story.
Severus watched as the sun came in flooding their bedroom with its warmth. He closed his eyes in an attempt to retrieve to darkness where a creature like him belonged.
WANGST ALERT!
Severus raised his head eagerly into the kiss. Harry burry his tongue deep within Severus’ throat and he was pleased when he heard the Potions Master mew.
Which I'd have thought was quite difficult with his tongue down his throat, but of course those pesky laws of physics can never get in the way of Twu Wub™.
Severus placed his head on the mattress to support his upper body and used his hands to spread his cheeks apart for Harry.
“Oh, Severus, you’re killing me. That… that is so…” and he kissed the offered entrance. Then he licked it sending chills through Severus’ body making him moan in need. Harry took that as a cue and using his own hands to pry Severus open he inserted his tongue making Severus scream. Harry’s heart did a little dance at hearing his husband come undone.
Surprise!rimming. Though I'm not actually surprised. There's been everything else.
Harry got up and Accio the lube.
Better, but still not perfect.
He inserted three fingers in the jar and then went back to Severus’ entrance. He inserted the first one without difficulty.
“Always so tight,” moaned Harry. The second finger took a little more work until Harry figured out that it would be easier to take out the first finger and use that one to guide the second.
Tally-ho!
It worked beautifully and Harry enjoyed watching part of his body disappear into his husband’s body.
Because that's an unusual and unfamiliar sight for Deserving!Harry in Chapter 45.
He remembered how opened the plug had left Severus and his fantasy of putting his whole hand inside of Severus, but today didn’t seem a good day either.
THANK FUCK FOR THAT. D8
He was about to take out the two fingers so as to guide the third one in when he heard his husband’s plea.
“No, Sir, please not another finger. I am ready and I wish to be tight for you. I will be able to give you greater pleasure in my present state.”
Surprisingly eloquent in the circumstances.
Harry wanted to do as Severus asked. He so wanted to penetrate his husband; to take his pleasure, but he did not want to hurt Severus. Severus seemed to have read his mind.
Not for the first time.
This news was welcomed by Harry who wasted no time in penetrating his husband. He watched as the Slytherin banged his fist on the mattress and turned his head from side to side.
Which is apparently significant somehow.
He reached down under his husband and grabbed Severus’ manhood.
The word "manhood" always makes me think of FATAL, which as Deserving is basically the FATAL of Potterfic (ETA: it isn't quite. Hogwarts Exposed, on the other hand...) is quite appropriate.
It only took a couple of jerks before Snape shot his load with a gasp of air. Harry had to bite his lips in an effort to keep his children from hearing his rumpus as he shot his load into his husband’s tight body.
This is the author who's afraid of repeating "said".
“You have my seed in you,
To no effect. I don't know why the author is continuing to refer to it as seed when it's not actually, well, seeding anything this time, but whatever.
but you must promise me that you will take the plug out as soon as you have the need to use the loo
One concession to sanity.
Severus nodded bringing their foreheads together. Soon the children were up and it became a typical Saturday morning. After breakfast, Harry took Richard for a ride on his fastest broom. They stopped at Honydukes for some treats and Harry picked up some of Severus favorite chocolates. When Harry and Richard got home Harry noticed that Severus was crestfallen.
Truly superlative description here.
Harry went to him and wrapped him in his arms. He did not have to ask, Severus offered the information. As soon as Harry had left Severus had the urge to use the bathroom.
OH NOES!
Harry kissed him in the cheek.
The one on his face, I hope.
Richard began to taunt his fathers again. “Oh brother, look Serena, they are in l o v e,” he said with a sing song voice.
... he's two. Have I mentioned this?
“So what do you normally do when they are taking a nap and I am at work?” asked Harry stroking Severus’ long silky hair.
Severus did not answer and Harry felt him move uncomfortably under his hand.
“Severus?”
The Slytherin took a deep breath and answered. “Mr. Longbottom comes and we work on the antidote,” he said expecting a poor reaction from his husband.
Is that what they're calling it now?
“And I have but the Ministry used Mandragora in their potion.”
“So they used Mandrake, what’s the problem in that.”
Severus rolled his eyes. His husband had wasted the better part of seven years at Hogwarts and did not know the basics.
“Sir, as you will remember from you potions lessons at Hogwarts, there are only two known antidotes for Mandragora which are?” he said expecting Harry to fill in the blank.
“Severus, we both know I am no good at Potions, so why don’t you fill ME in.”
Harry got E in Potions and would probably have got O had Severus not been a complete bastard to him the whole time. He's not Hermione, but he was still no slouch even before he got his hands on the Half-Blood Prince's book.
“Mandragora or Mandrake as you prefer to call it can only be countered by two nearly impossible ingredients: placenta from the birth of a unicorn or the still beating heart of a hippogriff.”
Two completely unrelated ingredients.
“So the Mark Ones have no hope because there is no way we are sacrificing Buckbeak and unless you are on a first name basis with a lady unicorn they are basically screwed.”
To be fair, in this fic it could be a male unicorn.
“No, Sir, as you well remember from your lessons on Mystical Creatures, Unicorns give birth on the first full moon of the Spring equinox, so Hagrid will know exactly when to look for the foal,” explained Severus to Harry who really had no idea when unicorns did anything.
They jump when you press Z and charge when you press X.
“So the Marked ones will have to wait six more months.
Another excuse for a plot queue!
Does Kingsley know about this?”
“Yes, Sir, he has been making sure that Hagrid has enough of the rare raspberries to keep the mare interested.”
“What is so rare about raspberries? I think we have some growing in our garden; don’t we?”
“Yes, Sir, we do have common raspberries growing in our garden but the unicorns fancy the ones that were not tinted by Ida’s blood.”
Harry looked at him with a puzzled look and Severus decided it was best to explain.
“According to legend, raspberries were originally white. The nymph Ida pricked her finger while picking berries for the crying infant Jupiter, and raspberries have since been tinged red with her blood. The botanical name of the raspberry is Rubus idaeus. Rubus means 'red', and idaeus means 'belonging to Ida'.”
CWID for the inventive use of mythology.
“Well, put me in for an order. I don’t want Kingsley in the poor house just because he wants to see if Ferret Face really loves him.”
And this dialogue, which I can almost hear in Harry's voice.
Soon the Holidays had arrived and Harry had the perfect gift for Severus.
Let us find this out for ourselves.
On Christmas Eve and after the children were in bed, Harry apparated with Severus to the Forbidden Forest. To Harry’s surprise Shan and Amador were waiting for them with lanterns in hand in the precise spot where they appeared. Severus had not expected such a thoughtful gift from his husband and walked to Amador who guided him away from Shan and Harry.
Wait, why do centaurs celebrate Christmas?
“Yes, it seems my inability to give Richard my full attention has driven him closer to his dad,” said Severus in an equally nonchalant way of speaking.
"But you are his... oh, right." As grating as the whole dada vs. papa thing is, at least it avoids confusion.
“The absence of the moon has made it a dark night,” said the centaur stating the obvious
Someone stating the obvious in this fic. That's a first.
“On our way to meet you and your mate my mate rammed me against this big tree.
Oo-er!
If not for my quick reflexes, which made me lift up my hands and control the impact my head would have been smashed against it. I hugged the tree as my mate took me without much ado.
Ah, he actually did mean it in that sense. How do the centaurs get anything done?
Amador looked at Severus as if he could look into the Potions Master soul.
He probably can as well.
“It is a very murky night,” noticed the centaur.
He'd already noticed.
Meanwhile Harry was following a very silent Shan. He was hoping that the centaur would be forthcoming. He imagined this whole situation in a very different way. He had imagined that he would arrive and Shan would begin to tell him stories just like Severus had described Amador doing. But this old mule was mute. Not one single word came out of him.
Is Shan speaking? I think I missed that bit. Much navel-gazing later:
“You wouldn’t understand. No one would; really. I did things and I don’t know how to make it up to him or even say I am sorry. I don’t think he needs to hear me say it. No, he doesn’t,” he said reflectively “But you see I need to tell him. It’s just that I don’t know how. And I try to do everything right so he won’t remember all the awful things I did to him. And I don’t think he does think about them… but… the thing is … I do,” he said picking up a pebble and skipping it over the water.
Shan turned with an angry glare at Harry. He probably shouldn’t have disrupted the water the centaur was trying to fish in.
He killed him. The End.
Continued...
Severus watched as the sun came in flooding their bedroom with its warmth. He closed his eyes in an attempt to retrieve to darkness where a creature like him belonged.
WANGST ALERT!
Severus raised his head eagerly into the kiss. Harry burry his tongue deep within Severus’ throat and he was pleased when he heard the Potions Master mew.
Which I'd have thought was quite difficult with his tongue down his throat, but of course those pesky laws of physics can never get in the way of Twu Wub™.
Severus placed his head on the mattress to support his upper body and used his hands to spread his cheeks apart for Harry.
“Oh, Severus, you’re killing me. That… that is so…” and he kissed the offered entrance. Then he licked it sending chills through Severus’ body making him moan in need. Harry took that as a cue and using his own hands to pry Severus open he inserted his tongue making Severus scream. Harry’s heart did a little dance at hearing his husband come undone.
Surprise!rimming. Though I'm not actually surprised. There's been everything else.
Harry got up and Accio the lube.
Better, but still not perfect.
He inserted three fingers in the jar and then went back to Severus’ entrance. He inserted the first one without difficulty.
“Always so tight,” moaned Harry. The second finger took a little more work until Harry figured out that it would be easier to take out the first finger and use that one to guide the second.
Tally-ho!
It worked beautifully and Harry enjoyed watching part of his body disappear into his husband’s body.
Because that's an unusual and unfamiliar sight for Deserving!Harry in Chapter 45.
He remembered how opened the plug had left Severus and his fantasy of putting his whole hand inside of Severus, but today didn’t seem a good day either.
THANK FUCK FOR THAT. D8
He was about to take out the two fingers so as to guide the third one in when he heard his husband’s plea.
“No, Sir, please not another finger. I am ready and I wish to be tight for you. I will be able to give you greater pleasure in my present state.”
Surprisingly eloquent in the circumstances.
Harry wanted to do as Severus asked. He so wanted to penetrate his husband; to take his pleasure, but he did not want to hurt Severus. Severus seemed to have read his mind.
Not for the first time.
This news was welcomed by Harry who wasted no time in penetrating his husband. He watched as the Slytherin banged his fist on the mattress and turned his head from side to side.
Which is apparently significant somehow.
He reached down under his husband and grabbed Severus’ manhood.
The word "manhood" always makes me think of FATAL, which as Deserving is basically the FATAL of Potterfic (ETA: it isn't quite. Hogwarts Exposed, on the other hand...) is quite appropriate.
It only took a couple of jerks before Snape shot his load with a gasp of air. Harry had to bite his lips in an effort to keep his children from hearing his rumpus as he shot his load into his husband’s tight body.
This is the author who's afraid of repeating "said".
“You have my seed in you,
To no effect. I don't know why the author is continuing to refer to it as seed when it's not actually, well, seeding anything this time, but whatever.
but you must promise me that you will take the plug out as soon as you have the need to use the loo
One concession to sanity.
Severus nodded bringing their foreheads together. Soon the children were up and it became a typical Saturday morning. After breakfast, Harry took Richard for a ride on his fastest broom. They stopped at Honydukes for some treats and Harry picked up some of Severus favorite chocolates. When Harry and Richard got home Harry noticed that Severus was crestfallen.
Truly superlative description here.
Harry went to him and wrapped him in his arms. He did not have to ask, Severus offered the information. As soon as Harry had left Severus had the urge to use the bathroom.
OH NOES!
Harry kissed him in the cheek.
The one on his face, I hope.
Richard began to taunt his fathers again. “Oh brother, look Serena, they are in l o v e,” he said with a sing song voice.
... he's two. Have I mentioned this?
“So what do you normally do when they are taking a nap and I am at work?” asked Harry stroking Severus’ long silky hair.
Severus did not answer and Harry felt him move uncomfortably under his hand.
“Severus?”
The Slytherin took a deep breath and answered. “Mr. Longbottom comes and we work on the antidote,” he said expecting a poor reaction from his husband.
Is that what they're calling it now?
“And I have but the Ministry used Mandragora in their potion.”
“So they used Mandrake, what’s the problem in that.”
Severus rolled his eyes. His husband had wasted the better part of seven years at Hogwarts and did not know the basics.
“Sir, as you will remember from you potions lessons at Hogwarts, there are only two known antidotes for Mandragora which are?” he said expecting Harry to fill in the blank.
“Severus, we both know I am no good at Potions, so why don’t you fill ME in.”
Harry got E in Potions and would probably have got O had Severus not been a complete bastard to him the whole time. He's not Hermione, but he was still no slouch even before he got his hands on the Half-Blood Prince's book.
“Mandragora or Mandrake as you prefer to call it can only be countered by two nearly impossible ingredients: placenta from the birth of a unicorn or the still beating heart of a hippogriff.”
Two completely unrelated ingredients.
“So the Mark Ones have no hope because there is no way we are sacrificing Buckbeak and unless you are on a first name basis with a lady unicorn they are basically screwed.”
To be fair, in this fic it could be a male unicorn.
“No, Sir, as you well remember from your lessons on Mystical Creatures, Unicorns give birth on the first full moon of the Spring equinox, so Hagrid will know exactly when to look for the foal,” explained Severus to Harry who really had no idea when unicorns did anything.
They jump when you press Z and charge when you press X.
“So the Marked ones will have to wait six more months.
Another excuse for a plot queue!
Does Kingsley know about this?”
“Yes, Sir, he has been making sure that Hagrid has enough of the rare raspberries to keep the mare interested.”
“What is so rare about raspberries? I think we have some growing in our garden; don’t we?”
“Yes, Sir, we do have common raspberries growing in our garden but the unicorns fancy the ones that were not tinted by Ida’s blood.”
Harry looked at him with a puzzled look and Severus decided it was best to explain.
“According to legend, raspberries were originally white. The nymph Ida pricked her finger while picking berries for the crying infant Jupiter, and raspberries have since been tinged red with her blood. The botanical name of the raspberry is Rubus idaeus. Rubus means 'red', and idaeus means 'belonging to Ida'.”
CWID for the inventive use of mythology.
“Well, put me in for an order. I don’t want Kingsley in the poor house just because he wants to see if Ferret Face really loves him.”
And this dialogue, which I can almost hear in Harry's voice.
Soon the Holidays had arrived and Harry had the perfect gift for Severus.
Let us find this out for ourselves.
On Christmas Eve and after the children were in bed, Harry apparated with Severus to the Forbidden Forest. To Harry’s surprise Shan and Amador were waiting for them with lanterns in hand in the precise spot where they appeared. Severus had not expected such a thoughtful gift from his husband and walked to Amador who guided him away from Shan and Harry.
Wait, why do centaurs celebrate Christmas?
“Yes, it seems my inability to give Richard my full attention has driven him closer to his dad,” said Severus in an equally nonchalant way of speaking.
"But you are his... oh, right." As grating as the whole dada vs. papa thing is, at least it avoids confusion.
“The absence of the moon has made it a dark night,” said the centaur stating the obvious
Someone stating the obvious in this fic. That's a first.
“On our way to meet you and your mate my mate rammed me against this big tree.
Oo-er!
If not for my quick reflexes, which made me lift up my hands and control the impact my head would have been smashed against it. I hugged the tree as my mate took me without much ado.
Ah, he actually did mean it in that sense. How do the centaurs get anything done?
Amador looked at Severus as if he could look into the Potions Master soul.
He probably can as well.
“It is a very murky night,” noticed the centaur.
He'd already noticed.
Meanwhile Harry was following a very silent Shan. He was hoping that the centaur would be forthcoming. He imagined this whole situation in a very different way. He had imagined that he would arrive and Shan would begin to tell him stories just like Severus had described Amador doing. But this old mule was mute. Not one single word came out of him.
Is Shan speaking? I think I missed that bit. Much navel-gazing later:
“You wouldn’t understand. No one would; really. I did things and I don’t know how to make it up to him or even say I am sorry. I don’t think he needs to hear me say it. No, he doesn’t,” he said reflectively “But you see I need to tell him. It’s just that I don’t know how. And I try to do everything right so he won’t remember all the awful things I did to him. And I don’t think he does think about them… but… the thing is … I do,” he said picking up a pebble and skipping it over the water.
Shan turned with an angry glare at Harry. He probably shouldn’t have disrupted the water the centaur was trying to fish in.
He killed him. The End.
Continued...