Regretting You?

SEVERUS

It had been a week since the incident with Pansy but my nerves refused to calm down. Since the day, I almost had a panic attack every time Harry was out of my eyesight. Classes were stressful as Harry wasn't with me and I couldn't help but think of him leaving me every minute. My lack of concentration had caused a minor accident in the class a couple of days ago which led to me wetting during the class. The pull-up had leaked but it wasn't noticeable due to my black robes. Thank Merlin no one was injured apart from a slight burn on the girl's hand who was standing too close and wasn't able to duck in time.

I had gone back to my chambers, crying, and had changed myself never telling Harry, too embarrassed that such a thing happened in class. I have never wet during class but today's incident was rather embarrassing and upsetting. Not only that, I had constant nightmares of Harry telling me what a worthless piece of shit I am and leaving me behind to be with Pansy. In the back of my head, I knew Pansy would be like a mother figure in my life if I ever gave her a chance, judging by her reaction and words the other day but the nightmares brought back the fear with full force and no matter how much I tried to reason, it was frightening none the less which resulted in me waking up in a wet bed more often than not.

The bed-wetting was the sole reason why I and Harry would wake up in the middle of the night to clean the mess up. He had been doing everything in his power to reassure me from sleeping with me to comforting me every time I had a nightmare, staying up with me till I fell asleep. The lack of sleep was taking a toll on both of us while Harry was paler with dark circles more prominent under his eyes, I felt more exhausted than ever.

Despite all of Harry's assurances and the love he was showing, I was doubtful of his true feelings towards me. What if he is still pining after Pansy? Did he love her more than me? Even though I was trying to reason with myself yet somewhere the lingering fear still plagued me with thousand of questions. I needed to think of something to test him. I know I am being unreasonable but a small part of me felt like Harry wasn't very convincing in his reassurances. There was something that didn't fit and the plan I had in mind would not only prove his intentions but also test his tolerance towards me.

The only thing that came to my mind was spiking up his anger and seeing as to how he reacts. I knew there was a risk if I got him too mad and he left me but wasn't that I really wanted to check him on. My heart pained and my stomach bubbled with a newfound fear of losing Harry at the end of it but I needed to keep myself together and execute my plan.

HARRY

It was Saturday and I woke up to a messily wrapped box on my bedside, judging from the sloppy writing and the Slytherin colors I could make a wild guess as to who might have given it to me. I got the box off the nightstand to get a peek inside but before I could even fathom what was happening, I was covered in neon green slime from head to toe. Taking a glance at my current state, I stormed out of my room in search of the culprit.

As I entered his empty room, I continued my trek to the nursery, there sat the said culprit of my current state waving my wand around. My heart rose to my throat as sparks erupted from the wand every time Sev gave it a wave. How did he get a hold of that? He must have sensed my presence, turning to me and the wand slipped out his fist in the process and I sighed in relief. He took in the slime sticking to my clothes and small giggles bubbled out of his small beak. I couldn't get myself to get angry at him as he slipped out of the room from between my legs and the chase was on.

I rushed after the naughty monster only to see him, a giggly mess, in the arms of Professor McGonagall who was smiling at him before she looked over at me, an amused look overtaking her features.

"Oh, dear," and by the look on her face, she was definitely trying to control her laughter.
"Good morning, Professor," I greeted her politely, slightly embarrassed of my messy self.
"What in Merlin's name happened?" She questioned, trying not to smile.
"That little imp in your arms decided he wanted to play a prank on me," I responded, glaring at the little monster who in response gave me an innocent smile, playing clueless. Oh, so now we are acting all innocent. You should have thought before pranking me. That clever Slytherin would be getting an earful from me. Just you wait my little snake.

"Min-Min, look," Sev commented, smiling. "Dada dwity."
"Yes, Sev," Professor replied. "I can see that."
"And who could be the one to prank him? Was it you?" She questioned him sternly but the smile on her face gave her away.
"No!" Sev gasped dramatically and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Professor, would you mind watching this naughty boy so that I can get cleaned up?"
"I will," she said, smiling.

I walked off and got cleaned up. After I was myself again, I decided to have breakfast before I talked with Sev about his prank this morning. I wasn't angry that he pulled a prank on me but the fact that he got a hold of my wand scared me the most. What if he had gotten hurt? I came to a decision that maybe not setting rules in the first place was my negligence.

"Professor," I said, standing up and picking up Sev. "Will you excuse Sev and me? We have a few things to discuss."
She nodded and picked up the Daily Prophet from the table.

Walking over to the sofa, I stood Sev between my legs, supporting him on the behind so he wouldn't fall. "Severus, tell me why we are here?" I questioned him sternly and judging from his clueless expression I knew he had no idea what was about to happen and truth be told, neither did I.

"I pu' a box of goo in yo'r ro'm," Sev said softly, looking like a cat caught stealing milk.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "Try again. What are you not to touch?"
Tears pooled Sev's eyes and he looked about to cry. A sudden urge to comfort him overtook me but I controlled myself.

"Why are you being punished?" I asked again.
"I pway wif dada wand," Sev said, rubbing his eye with his fist.
"That's right," I nodded, finally deciding on a suitable punishment.

I moved Sev to the side and laid my Little across my lap.
"Sev, it is very dangerous to use my wand," I explained, lowering Sev's trousers. "You could have gotten hurt."

It really hurt me to punish him but I needed to. I brought my hand down three times on the upturned bottom. Sev buried his head in his arm. I fixed Sev's clothes and stood the toddler up. We walked to the corner, and I transfigured a small pillow into a wooden chair and had it facing the wall.

"Now, Sev," I said, placing Sev on the chair facing the wall. "I want you to sit here for five minutes." The distressed look on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks really had me giving in to the urge of comforting him but I held back wanting to emphasize that he couldn't get away with everything he does.

"Sev is sowwy, dada," Sev whispered, looking up at me, guilt evident in his eyes. I knelt next to Sev, wiping his tears with the pad of my thumb. "I know, Sev. I want you to sit here like a good little boy and sit here quietly." Sev turned and faced the corner.

Professor McGonagall decided to leave as I came out of the kitchenette. Sev crashed into my leg as soon as I called him out. I picked him up in a swift motion, swinging him around. Little giggles irrupted from him as the tears from a few moments ago stopped altogether.
"Sowwy dadda." He said again, playing with the button of my shirt. I tilted his head so he was looking at me. I smiled kissing his forehead.
"Forgiven and forgotten," I reassured him.

"So can we ea' ice-cweam?" He asked, his eyes shining.
"No," I teased him.
"Pweassse." He said with those puppy dog eyes and a cute little pout on his face. He looked too cute to resist.
"No Pweasse," I mocked him and his pout grew. He wiggled in my arms wanting to get down and as soon as I placed him on the ground he flopped down right on the spot, his little arms crossed over his chest. He looked like an angry little kitten at the moment and accio'ed my camera, taking a shot before he could change.

I charmed the camera to float around, taking random pictures. I turned to Sev who was now having a full tantrum, lying on the ground, throwing his limbs around, crocodile tears and fake cries to add to the effect. I laughed at his childishness. Who would have believed the Severus Snape slithering on the ground, throwing a tantrum for ice cream of all things?

"Okay, I will give you ice cream but first rules." I pointed my index finger at him. His tantrum stopped and he crawled by me to the dining table. I sat him in a high chair, sitting across from him but not before taking a paper and a pen.

"1.SAY NO TO" I titled it and looked over at Sev who was looking at me with a disgusted look.
"What?" I questioned.
"Yo'r witing Mr. Pottah iz ve'y ba'. Impwove it." He commented, trying to sound stern but failed miserably.
"Okay professorrr." He nodded and then we continued to make the list.

"chocolawate ice-cweam." He exclaimed as we were working on awards.
"Yeah yeah, you and your chocolawate ice-cweam." I mocked him again.
"Don' ma'e fun of me." He huffed and I chuckled.
"Yes sir," I saluted

We finished after ten minutes of hard work and fifteen minutes of Sev coloring the paper in green because it looked too bland.
"Ice-cweam" he asked once satisfied by his artwork and I acted oblivious just to tease him.
"Who said you are getting ice cream?" I smirked.
"You!" He whined.
"I don't remember," I responded, tapping my chin as if trying to remember.
He looked about to cry and I felt guilty.

"Okay fine you can..." He cut me off
"Ice-cweam!" All the tears have gone in a second. Did I just got fooled by a year-old child?

We enjoyed our ice-creams with Sev giving more to his clothes than himself. I gave him a sponge bath before putting him for a nap. After putting Sev to bed, I came out to the living room, sitting on the sofa and leaning my head against the backrest. This morning was a lot. Hopefully, this will be the last of the drama. Boy, was I ever more wrong?

After a couple of hours, I walked to Severus' room to check on him and wake him up for lunch. He hadn't eaten anything since morning, that ice cream hardly counts. A distressed look was plastered on his face as he moved around quite a bit, the wet spot between his legs growing faster by a second. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I rubbed my hand on Severus' chest, talking soothingly to him so as to wake him up.

Severus woke up with a gasp and hugged me tightly the second his eyes landed on me, burying his face in my chest, sobs racking his lean frame. As his sobs reduced to slight hiccups, I got him cleaned up and then we sat down for lunch, going through some notes from class between bites.

I looked up at Sev who has stopped eating. "Finish eating, Severus," I scolded lightly, continuing to look over the parchments.
"No."

I looked across the table at Severus.
"Excuse me."
"No," Severus raged. "I'm not a baby. You can't order me around."
Severus stood up with enough force that he knocked his chair to the floor. He gripped the table and flipped it, causing everything to fall on the floor.

I looked at Severus. What's with him today? He never acts out so much. I stood up, wanting to get him at ease. I could see defiance in Severus' eyes, but there was something else that I just couldn't place a finger on. He is wanting me to react harshly. But why? That's when it all clicked into place. He was testing my patience.

"What is going on with you?" I questioned him sternly.
"I'm tired of you telling me what to do," He replied still in a tone that I didn't like a bit.
"So, you throw a tantrum, throwing the food on the floor," I questioned, walking closer to him just enough for him to take a step back. "I don't know what has gotten into you."
When he didn't answer, I continued.

"Mr. Snape, do I need to remind you of the consequences of your behavior?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
"What are you going to do about it?" Severus challenged. "I'm an adult." Wow! Did he just pull out the adult card?

"No," I exclaimed, grabbing Severus' arm. "You may be in your adult body, but you are acting like a toddler." I pulled Severus back to the wooden chair in the corner from Severus' morning punishment. "I guess sitting in the corner didn't let you know what would happen if you were naughty."

Severus tried to pull his arm away from me. I allowed it once. When Severus did it again, I pulled Severus next to me, turned him to the side, and landed five stinging swats on Severus' bum. We continued the short trek to the corner.

"Now, you will sit here and think about changing this new attitude you've adopted," Harry said. "Thirty minutes. I'll be back when your time is up. I don't want to hear a sound from you."

I walked away without waiting for him to answer. I needed to calm down.

SEVERUS

Tears pooled my eyes as I looked at the connecting wall. Thirty minutes. My adult mind knew that it wasn't a long time, but the little inside me thought it would be forever. Hearing Harry clean up the mess I made had me feeling guilty.

It got quiet behind me, so I figured Harry left the room. Sneaking a look, I saw that the kitchen was back to normal.

Ten minutes passed; I started to feel the twinge in my lower stomach. I had to go to the bathroom. I wanted to get up and go, but after how bad I acted at lunch, I didn't want to make Harry angrier.

Five minutes later, I was in a state. I really had to go. I wanted to call out for Harry but didn't want to get into any more trouble. And I only had ten more minutes to go. I figured I could hold it but I was panicking on the inside at the possibility of having another accident.

Trying to put my mind on something else, I sat still so as not to aggravate my now very full bladder. When I felt the first spurts escape me, I put my hands in my crotch, hoping to hold on so I wouldn't wet. I couldn't keep my legs from bouncing, nor the swaying.

Part of me wanted to call out for Harry, but
"Harry will get angry." The words played in my head on a repeat.

Harry walked out of his office to check on Severus when he heard a small whimper. Harry rushed to the sitting room and saw that Severus was still sitting in the corner, but he was moving way too much. His hands were gripping himself so hard, Harry was worried Severus would hurt himself. Harry knelt by Severus and grabbed his wrists.

"Severus, let go," Harry pleaded. I continued to struggle with Harry. "Please, you're hurting yourself."

"Don't want to wet," I whispered.

Harry cupped his hand on my cheek and looked at me.

"Sweetie," Harry said softly. "I would rather have you wet than hurt yourself. Let go. It's alright."

Harry once again pulled my hands away. Not having the strength to fight him anymore, I let go and quietly cried as I felt my bottom become damper by a second. Harry rubbed my stomach with one hand and my back with the other, saying soothing words in my ear but the mess in my head was too much for me to calm.

When I was done, Harry helped me to the bathroom.

Harry walked me into the bathroom and sat me down on the closed toilet seat, waving his hand over the tub filling it with warm water.

"Let's get you out of these clothes and get you cleaned up."

Harry started unbuttoning my buttons and smiled. "Must you wear something that has so many buttons?"

Harry continued to undress me. He stood me up and took off my wet trousers and pants. I was embarrassed but didn't say anything. Harry helped me into the tub and began cleaning me. I sat in the water with tears streaming down my cheeks. Could I not do anything right? Could I not be normal for once? My racing thoughts were cut off by Harry's voice.

"Now, Sev," Harry soothed. "It was an accident. There is no reason for these tears. Once we get you cleaned up, we'll lay down together, and you can get some rest. But first, I want to make sure you didn't do any damage from holding yourself so tightly."

Harry left Severus to soak while he got some comfortable clothes together.

"Harry."

Harry walked back into the bathroom.

"Maybe I should have a diaper on so that I don't wet myself anymore," I said dejectedly not really wanting it yet I didn't want to trouble Harry more than I already did.

Harry didn't like the tone he was getting. But it did sound like a good idea until he got Poppy down here to check him out.

"Severus," Harry said, walking to the tub. "I don't want you feeling bad about this. I will have Poppy come down here and see if there is something that is causing you to have such an overactive bladder. This can be fixed. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

Harry leaned in and kissed my temple but that didn't seem to calm me down.

"Now, let's get you out of here and into some comfortable clothes."

Harry helped me out of the tub and dried me off. With the towel wrapped around my waist, Harry walked me into my bedroom. Harry had me lay down on the bed before we got my clothes on.

Harry wanted to make sure that Severus didn't hurt himself or broke the skin when he gripped himself so hard. Seeing a few cuts and welts, Harry put some ointment on the areas. He then helped Severus get dressed. Once they were done, Harry laid Severus down on the bed. Harry got on the other side and pulled Severus close to him so that his head was on Harry's chest. Harry rubbed his back, trying to ease the tense muscles under his fingers.

"Severus," Harry said softly. "We need to talk about today."

I didn't say anything; just a simple nod.

"Can you tell me what is troubling you? Talk to me."

I said nothing, not really knowing what to say.

"Sev, accidents happen. There is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Will you punish me if I have another accident?" I questioned him.
"Have I ever punished you for that?" Harry asked, tilting his head so he could look at me.
"No," I replied. "But you'll leave."
"Do you want me to leave?" Harry asked, lifting my chin so we could look at each other.
"No!" I said a little too quickly.
"Well, then we agree," Harry said, smiling. "I don't want to leave. You're my Little. You're stuck with me."

Harry tightened his arms around me, kissing the crown of my head. The rest of the day went smoothly.

The following day started as a typical day. I didn't have an accident last night and I was relieved by the slight improvement. Our breakfast together went much better than the day before. Harry informed me that he needed to go to Diagon Alley. I said I would be fine but Harry still told Ayana to keep an eye out on me.

Harry came back just around lunchtime. What he saw was something that he didn't ever expect. When he got into the Great Hall, everyone had something different about them. All the Professors looked different; some had colorful hair. Professor Sprout had the arms and legs of a cat and couldn't eat. Professor McGonagall's robes were knee-length, and she was wearing high-heel shoes. Draco was no longer a platinum blond; he had grass growing out of his head. Parchment papers were flying around the Hall, and the students sat exhausted as if they had run a marathon. Some were even trying to catch the parchments but to no use. Draco brought his son, Scorpius, and even he wasn't immune to this elaborate prank. The poor five-year-old was sporting the ears and teeth of a rabbit. Everyone was angry at what was going on. Harry looked around and saw that a certain Potions Master wasn't in the Great Hall. The Guardian needed to find his Little.

Harry turned and walked out of the Great Hall. Minerva caught up with Harry.
"Harry," Minerva called out. Harry stopped and went to his former Professor. "Don't be too hard on him."
"Not too hard on him?" Harry said incredulously. "What is he? 5?"
"He's testing you," Minerva explained. "He wants to see what you will do."
"I know," Harry said. "I figured that much yesterday. But he must learn he can't act out like this. Have you seen him?"

Minerva shook her head. Harry pulled out his father's map and started searching for his wayward Little. Not too long after, Harry saw that Severus was heading towards him. Harry closed off his map and put it back inside his robe, and turned to face the way Severus was coming.

Severus was walking down the corridor with a Cheshire cat grin on his face.
"Well," Harry said, getting Severus' attention.

As soon as I saw Harry and how angry he looked, my wand slipped from between my fingers, clattering to the floor, as I tried to run away. Trying being the operative word. Before I could take a step in the opposite direction, Harry had my ear in his grasp.
"You seemed to have been busy, Severus," Harry said sternly. "You are in big trouble, young man."

What will Harry do to punish Severus???