Author: Pissed Off Eskimo (Randi Shane)
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort; Harry/Snape; Harry/Draco; Harry/Lucius
Rating: Mature
Warning: slavery, brainwashing, noncon, shotakon
Summary: AU; rather than kill him, Voldemort hid Harry's existence from the world and raised him as a pet. Fourteen years later, he is rescued.

Chapter Ten

They looked like angels when they slept, faces devoid of mischief or curiosity. Draco was laid out, a pale canvas that Harry had draped and wrapped himself around. His dark hair fanned out over Draco's white shirt, his long legs, snug in leather and stretched out with his foot hooked under Draco's calf and his knee hanging off the sofa.

Harry shifted on his perch and tucking his head under Draco's chin, the unlaced collar of his silk shirt falling off the pale, bony shoulder. Draco's arm tightened around Harry's waist in his sleep, his head tipping down to bury his nose in Harry's hair.

With a stifled sigh, one of Harry's eyes slit open, bright green peaking out from under heavy black lashes. The moment his eyes settled on Severus, all sleep fled them. He pushed off Draco, waking the other boy up with an 'umph,' as he bounded off the sofa, wrapping his arms around Severus' waist.

Draco sat up, rubbing his sternum, where the heel of Harry's hand had dug in. "Hello, Professor."

Severus noticed that Draco was looking just to the left of him, but decided against pressing the point. Their earlier conversation weighed heavily between them and it didn't help that Draco was right. Not that Severus would ever say it out loud - he'd much rather tell Granger about his admiration for her attention to detail than give Draco the impression that he actually knew anything.

Draco stood, folding his cloak over his arm. "Well, then, you two have a good... night."

As Draco passed them, Severus saw Harry stick his tongue out and tightened a grip on the boy's shoulder in warning. He didn't move again until after the door had closed and Draco's footsteps had receded far into the distance. Pushing Harry back, he held him at arm's length. He half expected Harry to put up a fight at the forced distance between them, but Harry only looked blankly up at him.

With a sigh, Severus took his hands off Harry's shoulders and the boy didn't move. Well, at least they were making some progress. "Go and get ready for bed."

A flash of something dangerously close to 'devious' crossed Harry's face, but before Severus could question it, the brat had turned around and all but run into the bedroom. Fine, it wasn't like Severus wouldn't know what he was up to soon enough.

He sat at his desk and looked at the papers he'd banished there the previous evening. He'd spent the last few hours sitting in his classroom, staring at the door, trying to decide what he should do. Harry was emotionally a small child, physically a teenager and had the experienced of a grown man. It was bound to be confusing and Harry's attraction to Severus, however misguided, was certainly not making it any easier. The best possible solution would be to have Harry taken from his care, which seemed simple enough until Severus factored in that telling Albus the truth of the matter was the only way he would ever agree to it and as selfish as it was, Severus could not bring himself to do that.

It was a sad fact that, a great deal of the time, the only thing holding Severus together was Albus Dumbledore's belief in him and no matter how difficult the situation may become, Severus could not and would not jeopardize that trust.

Bracing himself, Severus stood from his chair and went into his room to begin their evening routine. It was strange how in such a short time things could become 'routine'. He'd sent Harry into the room first, so he didn't have to watch the boy change clothes. A few minutes later, he went through into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, while Harry watched him closely and then did it himself, hunching over to keep from dropping toothpaste on the counters and rinsing the sink out afterwards. By the time Harry came back into the room, Severus had finished changing and was pulling the covers back. Harry pulled back his own side before climbing up and getting under them, snuggling like a small child among the large pillows and, once he was settled in, Severus joined him, laying a respectable few feet away.

He knew it was fruitless, the moment he fell asleep, Harry would close that gap and Severus would wake up covered in gangly limbs, but for now, he could claim that he was trying and Harry seemed to respect that. Or, he had been respecting that, because Severus felt a hand moving up his thigh and that certainly was not routine.

Jerking his leg away, he sat up, turning to face Harry, who was smiling up at him. "What are you doing?"

The smile quirked and Harry leaned over onto his elbow, his chin nearly in Severus' lap. "Draco said I should be persistent."

"Draco is an insolent, hell-spawn brat, whom you should hardly be taking advise from."

"He said you'd say that." Harry's hand crept forward again and Severus shoved it off hastily, because while his mind may have been opposed to the idea, other parts of him weren't in agreement and the more touching Harry did, the more obvious that was going to become.

"We can not do this." Much to his surprise, Harry's smile only widened and, yes, definitely devious now. Silently, he damned Draco and himself for putting Harry anywhere near the Malfoy brat.

"He said you'd say that, too."

Before Severus could reply, Harry sat up and swung his leg over Severus' lap, straddling him and wrapping his arms around Severus' neck, moving in for a kiss. Severus barely managed to get himself together in time to put his hand on Harry's chest, pushing the boy back.

"Then he'll have told you I'm serious."

"He did." The nonchalance of Harry's tone caught Severus off-guard and Harry used the advantage to move in, burying his face in the crook of Severus' neck. "He also said that if I kept it up long enough, you'd give in."

To prove his point, one of Harry's hands went between them, wrapping around Severus' half hard cock. With a great deal more conviction that he felt, Severus managed to pry Harry off him and push the boy back again. "Harry, listen to me very carefully. I am old enough to be your father. You are fifteen and far too young for me to be having sex with."

Harry's posture deflated and Severus gave a small, internal cheer at the victory, trying to ignore the part of him that wanted nothing more than to do whatever it took to wipe the hurt from Harry's face. "But... I don't understand. Tom's older than you. How can I be too young for you, but not for him?"

"Because I have morals." Not many, but some, and sleeping with a boy that Dumbledore had entrusted him with was close to the top, right below killing students and poisoning Flitwick.

Harry scrunches his nose, drawing his brows together in confusion, "Morals? What are those? Are they anything like appropriate?"

"Something like that, yes." He wanted to be angry, annoyed, hell, even frustrated at the question, but somehow the only thing he could muster was good old fashion exasperation and even that was weak. Good lord, the boy was wearing him out already. There'd be nothing left of him by the end of the month. "Morals are the standards by which we judge what is right and what is wrong. The Dark Lord does not abide by them, society and its rules are bellow him. However, I do and I cannot sleep with you."

Harry bit his lip thoughtfully, sliding off Severus' lap and looking down at the comforter. "I don't... but you're a Death Eater. That means you believe the same thing Tom does. Doesn't it?"

"Harry, we've been over this. I'm a spy. You said you knew what that meant."

Harry nodded, "Of course. Spies are bad. They upset Master and they make his plans go wrong so that he has to stay up really late trying to get them going the right way again."

Severus blanked and for a moment. He was going to have to reevaluate Harry's vocabulary. So far, he'd simply been taking Harry's word for it when he said he knew what something was, but clearly that wasn't going to cut it. "A spy is someone who pretends to believe in something or someone so that they can get information and give it to someone else. I'm a Death Eater so that I can pass information back to Dumbledore and hopefully defeat Voldemort."

"So... you lie?"

He'd half expected Harry to balk at the idea that Severus was trying to defeat his Master, but he really should have known better by now. Perhaps he needed to look into Harry's definition of 'defeat'.

"It's a little more complicated than that, but, yes, I lie." Harry instantly went from unsure to clearly upset by the revelation. It did occur to him that Harry had not once lied to him in the all the time he'd been there, he seemed absolutely incapable of it. As he realized this, he also realized what Draco had meant when he'd said that Severus would break Harry's heart before he knew he had one. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and took Harry's chin, lifting his head so that he could look him in the eyes. "I do it to save lives, Harry, like your parents. I failed them, but there are countless others that have been saved because myself and a handful of others are willing to risk our own."

They weren't his words, in fact, they were reminiscent of words that Lily Evans had said to him once, when he'd first come forward with the information that had sent them into hiding. They were a romanticized version of the truth, because as many as they may have saved, more had died. However, it was what Harry needed to hear and Severus was more than little awed by the soft smile that graced Harry's face at the words.

"Voldemort is evil, Harry, and what he does - to other people and to you - is wrong." He traced his thumb over Harry's lips and Harry sighed, leaning against the palm of Severus' hand, his eyes closing happily. "You deserve more than that. You deserve to be treated like a person. You deserve to be loved."

Harry's hands moved up to hold Severus' hand to him, like he was afraid Severus was going to take it away. "Severus, please?" Harry turned his head a little, pressing his lips to Severus' palm. "Love me."

Severus felt light headed, like he was losing control of himself. It was an entirely new experience and one that he wasn't all that sure he was enjoying. Or, perhaps he wouldn't be if Harry didn't look so happy, with his eyes closed and his face relaxed, small smile still playing on his mouth. It was... absolutely entrancing.

Cupping his hand against Harry's face, he pulled him forward, brushing his lips against Harry's and a shiver ran down his spine. Bugger Albus all to hell, anyway. You don't put a man who hasn't has sex in almost ten years in a room with a sex slave and expect them to bake pies together.

Harry's voice was barely a whisper against his face. "Please, Severus, show me what it's like."

Still, he'd take it slow, give Harry time to back out. "Love isn't about sex, Harry. When you're ready for that, I'll show it to you as often as you want, but for now, let me show you love."

He pulled Harry against his chest, holding him there and Harry sighed contentedly. "You'll tell me when I'm ready?"

So much trust, open and entirely unearned, but Severus took it gladly. "Yes."

"You promise?"

"Yes."

"No lying?"

"No."

They laid down, Harry clinging to him and Severus letting him, marveling at how much trust Harry had in someone who was nearly a complete stranger. A part of him knew he shouldn't encourage that. Outside of these rooms, people would use that against him and, as much as Severus was grudgingly admitting that he wished it weren't so, eventually Harry would have to leave his rooms and join the general population.

For now, though, he'd let Harry have his naive trust.

-tbc-