Soul for Sale - Snarry & Remy/Dra RP (Part 2)

Draco: *sitting in one of the sitting rooms with Severus* *sips his brandy* How is he?

Sev: I have to admit, he is pretty talented as the slaver claims, but he's still a little jumpy. I'm not sure if I'm his first or not, but I can assume that despite his talents, he's still not used to intimacy. What about yours, Dragon? Is he to your satisfactory?

Draco: I haven't tried him out yet in all honesty.

Sev: Why not, if I may ask?

Draco: He won't be at his full potential until next week. *smirks* I've never fucked a werewolf before.

Sev: *raises his eyebrows in interest* You don't say? It's rare to see a real life werewolf in our midst

Draco: *nods* And he's mine. *smirk*

Sev: Don't worry. I have no intention to take your pet. I have my own, and I'll definitely train him good

*meanwhile...*

Remus: *has been told to wait in Harry's room. He watched Harry slept*

Harry: *whimpers and curls into a tighter ball* *wakes up with a scream*

Remus: *jumped for a while, but instinctively reached over to hold him* Hush, hush. It's over now. Shh...

Harry: *finally calms down and looks up* ..w-who are you?

Remus: *smiles and strokes his hair* Hey, don't you remember me? I used to be in a cell next to you. You know? Wolf boy?

Harry: *small smile* *nods* Yeah.

Remus: What just happened? What were you dreaming?

Harry: *looks down* ..don't wanna talk about it.

Remus: *sighs* I understand. It's alright. *pats his head* I have nightmares I don't like to talk about either

Remus: How's your new Master treating you?

Harry: What are you doing here?

Remus: My Master is having tea with your Master. Apparently they're sort of related in a godfather-godson way

Harry: Oh... they just left you in here then?

Remus: Well, I guess they just wanted some alone time, is all

Harry: *nods and sighs*

Remus: You sure you're alright now?

Harry: Does it matter?

Remus: *smiles* Just being concerned. We are fellow colleagues, after all

Harry: *scowl* Why are you happy about not being considered human?

Remus: We are slaves, child. There's nothing we can do about it. We are trained to do what we should, that's all it is. I won't say I'm happy about all this, but it's what keeps me alive

Harry: *glare* I'm not a child. And I'd rather be dead than someone's property.

Remus: I don't expect you to understand, since you've only just been in this business, but you will soon when you're as old as I am. And you'll understand that life is all about survival for the fittest

Harry: *eyes narrow* Just been in this? My oh-so-loving aunt and uncle sold me when I was six. I'm sixteen now. I'm hardly new to this.

Remus: Fair enough, but I've been doing this since I was 3, child. Ever since the werewolf bit me and my family left me for dead before a man found me and sold me to the trade. I'm in my 30's now. You can do the math. We're all victims here. Victims of abuse and ignorance

Harry: *glare* That hardly makes it now.

Remus: Things will get better. I got a feeling it will. Just believe in it. It's what keeps people like us going

Sev: *enters the room* I see you're having a good heart to heart talk, but it's time to take your leave, slave *looks at Remus*

Remus: *nods* Y-Yes, sir *leaves the room to where Draco is waiting*

Harry: *sighs and looks down*

Sev: *waits until Remus leaves the room, goes over and takes Harry's face to check side by side, then raises the dress skirt to check underneath* Did he touch you?

Harry: No, Master.

Sev: *pulls Harry close to his chest to lift the backside of the dress skirt* He did not do anything inappropriate to you?

Harry: *chews his lip, not sure why Severus is asking all these questions* No, Master...

Sev: *let out a silent sigh* Good, because you're mine. No one touches you but me. Understand, boy?

Harry: *holds back his comment* Yes, Master.

Sev: Come *tugs at the leash* We were having tea. I'm sure you hadn't had anything to eat except me last night, had you?

Harry: No, Master.

Sev: Come along now *leads Harry to the tea room*

Harry: *follows him*

Sev: *enters the tea room, seeing that Draco and Remus have left, sat on the chair and gestured Harry to sit on his lap*

Harry: *hesitantly does so*

Sev: *gestures Harry to take the tea cup and feed him*

Harry: *serves tea and gives it to him*

Sev: *drinks the tea from the cup Harry's holding* Now feed me one of those crumpets there

Harry: *does so silently*

Sev: *eats the crumpet* You're doing pretty well. And you look as pretty as ever in that dress. Maybe I should start ordering tailor-made dresses for you

Harry: *eyes downcast* Thank you, Master.

Sev: *notices* What's the matter? Do you not like my gifts? *hands reach under the dress skirt to caress his thigh*

Harry: It does not matter what I want, Master.

Sev: True, because I know what you truly want *reaches deeper to squeeze his ass*

Harry: *sadly* Yes, Master.

Sev: *takes out his hand, dips his fingers in the tea then reaches back in to tease Harry's hole before sticking one finger in*

Harry: *winces*

Harry: *tries not to show his pain and discomfort*

Sev: *moves his fingers in and out before entering the second finger*

Harry: *whimpers, face clenched in pain*(

Sev: Take a deep breath, boy, or it'll hurt worse

Harry: ...please... Master... I don't want this. *knows that he's basically writing his own death sentence*

Sev: Why not? Does it not feel good?

Harry: No, Master... *a tear falls down his face*

Sev: *looks at him for a while, then sighs and removes his fingers, then reaches over to kiss the tears away and put him down his lap* Take the tea tray away. Give it to the kitchen boy

Harry: ..yes, Master... *walks off miserably*

Sev: *massaged his temples, whispers to himself* He's still just a child...