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He Defines Me
Chapter Six
Long week had turned out to be an understatement. Harry seemed to have an affinity for breaking rules, and Albus did nothing more than shrug and smile, saying that Harry was just testing his new boundaries. Testing was one thing, but throwing a screaming fit at being told to sleep alone was another. It hadn’t matter how many times Severus told him, or if he locked the door, Harry always ended up on the floor next to the sofa, sans shirt or pants.
That was another issue Severus was having trouble dealing with. The boy radiated sexuality, however innocent he came across. His moved fluidly, with almost unnatural grace, and it was doubled the fewer clothes he wore. By Friday Severus was beginning to understand why some men went bald. If Harry wasn’t acting like a small child, he was doing something that could only be taken sexually, like laying on his back on the floor pouring hot wax on his stomach. He’d managed to start making a fairly intricate pattern by the time Severus came out his hormone induced stupor and took it away, stammering over explanations as to why candles weren’t made for that. If Severus had to hear ‘why,’ or will away another raging hard on one more time he was going to lock the boy in a closet until Albus agreed to take him away.
Malfoy had been somewhat useful, although he seemed to find the situation far too amusing. He’d so far spent Sunday afternoon and after school every day in Severus’ chambers talking to Harry and trying to explain things to him, though he seemed perplexed as to why the other boy did not understand some of the things that came up. One particular afternoon Severus’ had the distinct pleasure of listening in on one of their conversations. He had no doubt Malfoy intended it, "So, do you like him?" Severus scowled, having no clue as to who ‘him’ might be.
"Maybe." How precious, the Potter brat was blushing, skirting glasses at the professor as though he were worried they were being listened to.
Draco nudged Harry’s shoulder to get his attention, "How ‘maybe?’ Either you do or not."
Shrugging, Harry picked at the carpet, "Well, I feel different around him."
"Different how?" Let it never be said Malfoys weren’t persistent.
"Well, I get all tingly and warm inside. With Tom, it was..." So that’s who they were talking about.
Standing up, Severus glowered at the two boy’s, noting Harry’s smile with distaste, "Go, now, it’s nearly dinner time, and I’m sure your house mates miss you."
Huffing at his professor, Draco didn’t bother to move, "My house mates could give a rat’s..."
"Now, Malfoy." He pointed firmly at the door, waiting until Draco had left to sit back down at his desk, grading the last of the essays.
Harry looked rather annoyed at having his entertainment taken away, but said nothing, filling the time by continuing to tracing something into the carpet. Severus dreaded dinner. He had managed so far to skip any breakfast and lunch affair, as he had classes to teach, but Mimi was needed in the kitchens for dinner and so there was no escape. The entire meal was passed with Harry poking at his food, taking only occasional bites and continuously asking questions about what it was.
Apparently Voldemort had preferred his pet to be vegetarian as well as deplorably innocent, although, come to think of it, Severus had never seen the Dark Lord eat meat either. Harry seemed to particularly like chicken. He wasn’t so sure at first, stabbed it a few time and chewed it as though it were something gone horribly wrong, but after he’d become used to the texture he was ravenous for it. Beef was another matter. Harry threw up the beef shortly after swallowing it, and Severus had been forced to try and be paternal, ordering some tomato soup up for the evening and rubbing Harry’s back until the nausea passed.
For his part Harry had enjoyed the soothing touches. He’d never been cared for when he was sick, not by Tom. Tibby had brought him towels afterward, or cleaned up any messes he may have made, but he’d never been stroked, and never given more food if he’d failed to keep what he’d been given down. It almost made him want to eat more so that he could be sick again for the attention
Among other things, he knew the fits he threw at night annoyed the man to no end, but he’d never been left in a bed alone at night. The times Tom had been away he had slept in his cage or not at all. His cage was a comfort, small, but that made it easier to sleep. Severus bed was large, too large, it felt like he was swimming in it. It was much to his relief when Severus finally gave in after three days and just laid down with him, complaining that it did no good for both of them to suffer. Harry got the feeling he missed his bed.
The clothes were an issue. Draco had insisted Harry keep the ones he had given him and even gave him another set, one that Severus did not like at all, though for Harry they felt far more comfortable. The pants were leather, tight around the hips, and loose at the waist. It hugged his thighs, and while he generally hated any form of restriction he found the familiar feel of leather comforting. The shirt was yet again silk, which Harry liked much more than the cotton, it only itched at the seams, but it was lacking buttons. Not that Harry minded, but Severus kept telling him to button it up.
The entire first evening he’d worn the outfit, Draco had followed him around, just staring, until Severus kicked him out, mumbling something about a Master Bation, though he’d refused to explain who that was, no matter how many times Harry asked, and no matter how he begged. He’d even gotten on his knees in front of the man and still no results. The nature of such a position was not lost of Harry, he had been in it many times, and not for begging. Well, sometimes Tom liked it when he begged, but not often.
On Saturday, Harry woke, stretching against Severus, purposefully laying his hand against the man’s navel, and letting his finger nail brush against the skin. He delighted in the shiver he managed to coax out and continued to trace around the abdomen for several seconds until Severus pushed his hand away, "What do you think your doing?"
Harry looked up and smiled in what he hoped was a wicked fashion, Tom said he was never very good at those, "Nothing, why?" When he got no reply, he lay his head down on Severus’ stomach, breathing in the strong masculine scent, "I like how warm you are."
It was strange, Harry could never remember instigating sex with Tom, unless it was obvious his master wanted him to. But then, he could never remember going a week without Tom wanting sex. In all honesty, Harry had no idea why he was trying to now, why he did things he knew would drive Severus mad with want, but he did them anyway.
With obvious reluctance, Severus pushed the boy off him and stood, going to his drawers and pulling out robes, "I’ll be in Hogsmead today, you need clothes and... things. Draco should be down shortly until then touch nothing, take a bath and get dressed, or just stay in bed, but don’t mess with anything."
Harry laid on the bed, head resting in the crook of his elbow until he was sure Severus had left, then he bolted from the bed and began to run the shower. Tom had not had a shower, and Harry found that he thoroughly enjoyed the water beating off his skin. By the time he emerged from the steam Draco was seated on the now made bed holding Harry’s leather shorts by one finger, "Put these on!"
Blushing violently, Harry grabbed them from the other boy’s hand, and set them on the chair next to the amour. He pulled the leather pants on, and button up shirt. He was beginning to realize that certain things made him feel nervous, like when the blond followed him around and stared at him, or suggested his wear more revealing clothing. Draco said he was developing a modicum of moral decency. He also said it like it was some vile illness, but Severus thought it was good, and Harry wanted to please him, so he didn’t bother to analyze it further.
They arranged themselves on the floor, Draco sitting against the sofa with his legs crossed, and Harry on his stomach, ankles crossed in the air. He tried to concentrate on the game Draco was teaching him, exploding snap, but every time he looked up the blonde seemed to be in deep thought, staring at him as though he were working a difficult puzzle.
"You were His pet weren’t you?"
Harry looked up form the game, confusion written on his face. "Tom’s pet."
"Is Tom You Know Who?" When Harry continued to stare blankly, "Voldemort, Harry, were you Voldemort’s pet?"
Harry nodded, looking at the floor, "Yeah."
"Oh." Draco looked back at the game, "I can’t go home for Christmas. Father says He’ll be looking for a replacement and he’s afraid He’ll pick me."
Shaking his head, Harry took his turn languidly, "No, that’s not right, you aren’t what he needs."
"What he thinks he needs is sex."
"No, it’s not."
Draco stood up, sitting on the sofa, "How would you know? You were his fuck toy."
Harry sat up onto his knees, "I was not his... what’s a fuck toy?" Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry sighed, crossing his legs and concentrating, "I heard him talking to Mister Lestrange once. He believes in what he’s fighting for, he couldn’t have kept it up so long if he didn’t, but all the death and pain is wearing him out. He told Lestrange he keeps me so that he’ll have something innocent to come home to, something pure, something that isn’t tainted with his hate. That’s what he needs. You aren’t like that, you try too much to be like your father."
They sat in silence for a while, until, without warning, Draco started laughing. Harry looked up, both relieved at the break in tension, and curious as to what was so funny. For a moment, the other boy said nothing, then he leaned closer, dropping his voice, "Severus is practically celibate, and as much as I hate to lose my share of the bets, you’ll need help. Do you want to know how to get him?"
When Harry nodded, Draco leaned closer, putting his mouth next to his ear.
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