Silver and Gold 22/? DH Spoilers
SPOILERS FOR DH


Title: Silver and Gold 22/?
Author: Eriador117
Rating: NC-17, Snape/Harry
Spoilers up to and including Deathly Hallows
Summary: Things are never quite what they seem. Epilogue, what epilogue? ;)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I'm just playing in it.
Beta'd by Rakina, many thanks :)
Warnings: AU, Angst, Mpreg. There are some other things I am not warning for as it will give away the plot and I myself don't exactly know where the story is going yet. I think it might also be D/s later.



Earlier Parts

Part Twenty Two

Severus pushed the slab of roast beef around his plate before carving off a slice that he barely tasted. His mind was too full of Harry and what he hoped to discuss with him that evening. When Minerva had mentioned punishment so casually the first image that had popped into Severus' head was a naked Harry draped across his lap as Severus spanked him until his arse cheeks were red and hot under his hands. Even now the image was still haunting him and he shifted in his seat as his arousal flared again. It had taken almost all of his control to stop Harry from touching him earlier and Severus knew that going slowly was no longer an option. He wanted Harry. He craved Harry. He just hoped he wouldn't be frightening him off if they decided to take things further.

Severus glanced down at the student tables. Harry was sitting between Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom; Ron Weasley was further down the table among the first years and no one seemed to be talking to him. Harry was quiet too and seemed to have about as much appetite as Severus had. Severus pushed his plate away; he didn't bother waiting for dessert before leaving the table and making his way to his quarters. He knew it wouldn't be long before Harry followed him there.

After hardly ten minutes in his rooms, there was a knock on Severus' door. Severus opened it to find Harry smiling shyly up at him. "Hi."

"Hello, Harry. Come in." Severus led him to the living room and waved him onto the sofa. On the coffee table in front of the fireplace was a stack of leatherbound books with no visible titles. As Harry sat down Severus noticed his eyes were drawn to the books.

Severus sat down on an armchair next to the fireplace and wondered where on Earth to begin. When he'd taken a pet before, both of them had known what they were getting into. Not only was Harry a virgin but he seemed very unworldly in other areas as well. Severus wanted to teach him, not just about sex but about art and literature, good food, fine wines and everything else that Severus wanted them both to share. Severus didn't think Harry knew anything about domination and submission but from Harry's behaviour, he reckoned that Harry would be very happy as a sub.

"Why were you so upset that you skipped classes today, Harry?"

"I had an argument with Ron and I lost control of my magic. I didn't want to hurt anyone so I just stayed in my room until I calmed down. By that time I didn't feel like going to class."

Severus hated asking; it would seem as if he didn't trust Harry, but the question still had to be asked. "You weren't thinking of doing anything to damage yourself? Like that day in the lake?"

"No, sir," said Harry, glancing down at his feet. "I haven't felt like doing anything like that for a while."

"Did you realise you called me 'sir' just then?"

Harry looked up and Severus wanted to drown in those green eyes. "Did I? It just slips out sometimes."

"That was one of the other things I wanted to discuss with you, Harry. You seem to find it natural to call me 'sir' and to let me decide things for you. The clothes, the food in the restaurants. Did it bother you that I was making decisions for you?"

"No, it helped actually."

"What do you mean?" Severus leaned forward, eager to hear Harry's reasoning.

"You know how I was brought up, Severus. I don't – well, I don't really know anything. I'd never been in any fancy restaurants like that and I didn't know what the food was, so I just let you decide for me. It was easier leaving it up to you. I liked that I didn't have to worry I was making a fool of myself, because you were there and I – this is going to sound so silly..." Harry trailed off.

"Go on, Harry."

"Well, I know I'm eighteen, hardly a child any more, but I liked that you were there to look after me. I've never really had anyone to look after me before. To the world out there I'm supposed to be this strong person who defeated Voldemort, but I don't want to be strong and brave all the time, having to look after everyone else."

"Harry, do you know what a dominant or a submissive is? Or a master or pet?"

"Not really, no."

"A submissive is someone who submits their will to another. It can happen only during sexual play or all the time if they wish it. The submissive would obey the dominant's orders and be punished for disobedience. To some people, the act of submitting is considered a weakness, but in fact the opposite is true. It takes great strength and trust to submit yourself to another person. The dominant can only dominate the submissive because the submissive has allowed it. I've noticed that when you're alone with me you've been showing some submissive behaviours and maybe that's because I've been showing some dominant ones without meaning to. If you are not interested, then we can forget all about this conversation."

"No, I'm intrigued," said Harry quickly. "The master and pet thing, would that mean I would belong to you?"

"That's right. As your Master, it would be up to me to look after you and keep you safe as well as teach you about the wider world in general. In return, you would give me obedience and see to all my needs as I would see to yours. Submission and discipline doesn't necessarily have to be about pain, but we can discuss that if we decide to go down this route. If I punished you for something, I would always tell you why and once you were punished, that would be the end of it. Previous infractions would never be brought up."

"So there'd be rules and I'd have to obey them? But I'd know what the rules were?"

"That's right."

"The Dursleys never seemed to have any reasons. They just beat me when they felt like it."

"Considering you upbringing I wasn't sure whether you'd be interested in something like this but as I said, I did notice you behaving quite like a submissive when we were in London."

"It seemed ... it seemed natural to act that way around you," said Harry. He blushed a little. "I ... I called you 'sir' when I was ... when I was in the shower. It made me hot."

Severus smiled at him. "Did it indeed? Well, Harry, do you think this is something you might be interested in? We can try it and if you find it isn't for you, we can just go back to a conventional relationship. It's entirely up to you. If we do go any further down this road, I'd suggest you use a safeword."

"A safeword?"

"Something that you are unlikely to shout out in the throes of passion. If I do anything, anything that you are not comfortable with, just say your word and I will stop. And one more thing, Harry. If you do decide you'd like me as your Master, I will never use my influence on you to force you to have children. That is a decision that both of us should make together, no matter our other roles."

"What sort of punishments are you likely to give me?" asked Harry, biting his bottom lip.

"We can discuss that along with anything else we'd like in our contract."

"There's a contract?"

"There can be. It can help us decide how far we're willing to go and show that we both agree to this type of relationship. I have some books here that have some more information and a book of erotic stories detailing fictional dominant/submissive relationships. You don't have to decide anything right away. It's a big decision and I don't want to pressure you."

"You've been thinking about this a lot, haven't you?"

"I have, Harry. It would give me great pleasure if you were to decide to be my pet, but only if you wanted it too. A pet is not a slave, although to some outsiders it might seem like that. How you wish others to view the relationship is also up to you. We can be Master and pet in private and Harry and Severus out there, or you can decide if you would like to share that part of yourself with others. It can be difficult for some people to accept."

Harry nodded. "I know. I don't think Ron would approve, but we're not speaking anyway."

"What did you two fight about anyway?"

Harry took a long time to answer. "You and me. He said – he said I was nothing but your whore, that you only wanted to f-fuck me." Harry began to cry silently.

Severus was out of his armchair and next to him on the sofa in an instant. He tugged Harry onto his lap and tucked Harry's head against his shoulder, rocking him until he calmed. If all Severus wanted was a fuck, there were plenty of places in Knockturn Alley that could cater to that need. He wanted more from Harry, a lot more, and he wanted to give Harry a lot more too. Severus kissed the top of Harry's head. "Ron Weasley wouldn't know his arse from his elbow. You know you are a lot more to me than that, Harry."

"I do know, Severus, but sometimes words hurt a lot more than people expect them to. I thought he was my friend."

"Real friends stand by you no matter what."

"Well maybe he was never a real friend then." Harry wriggled on Severus' lap and stared at him. "I need to think about this," said Harry, waving his hand at the books sitting on the coffee table.

"Take all the time you need, Harry. There's no rush. We'll have a lifetime together."

"A lifetime?" Harry's eyes widened comically.

"You did realise that Courting you meant I was thinking of marrying you?"

"Sort of, I guess. It's just you'd never mentioned it before."

"Well, I'm mentioning it now. I was going to propose at the Winter Solstice, but now you've ruined the surprise." Severus pretended to pout.

Harry grinned and leaned down to kiss him. "Well maybe you could just Obliviate me and ask me then."

"I might just do that, brat," said Severus as he sealed his mouth against Harry's and both of them forgot about weddings and masters and pets, at least for a while.

TBC