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Blood Bond	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter Ten: Uncontrollable Instinct

Harry laid there staring at the door that Snape had left through. His mind was still trying to wrap around all that had happened, but of course, being drunk did have an effect of the ability of recalling some items with efficient quickness. Through his blurry haze which was both caused by lack of spectacles and vision defiled by alcohol, Harry did his best to contemplate whether it was anger in the pit of his stomach or confusion.

He closed his eyes feeling the beginnings of nausea bubbling in said stomach. He was never going to accept another drink from anyone. Scratch that; he was never going to drink—ever. The dizziness and nausea settled a bit, and he allowed his eyes to open once more.

He never took Snape to be the type to take advantage of those impaired. He thought a moment, 'Well not alcohol, the-Boy-Who-Lived, impaired.'

Why was it that every time he felt he was gaining a grasp of how Snape truly felt on things that everything was pulled out beneath him and he was once again, on his back, laying in absolute confusion and possible anger. At least, he thought he was angry. He couldn't quite tell since the dizzy swirl of fire whisky in his stomach made it nearly impossible to feel anything other than just that—dizzy.

He rolled to his side which almost immediately he regretted. The whirlpool brewing in his stomach lurched him forward and that night's dinner splayed out on the floor beside the side table. He groaned and grabbed his wand from the side table whispering the cleaning spell. The evidence of his lack of stomach for alcohol disappeared in a second.

He gathered himself back to the bed and decided before anymore thinking was done, he'd sober up and sleep off the fire whisky. It was easy enough to fall straight into dreams.

Morning came too soon and Harry wasn't glad for it. His head pounded with the beat of his pulse and each time it did, he had to close his eyes to the pain. He felt sick, and he rushed to the restroom as he further emptied his stomach. When he had finished washing his mouth of the nasty taste left behind, he went to the bed and sat, easing slowly as not to upset his stomach again.

A knock sounded at the door, and though his head protested, he stood to answer it. Snape stood at the entrance holding a glass in one hand and a vial in the other.

"I assume that you would require these as you did not seem to handle the fire whisky well," Snape said curtly before forcing the items into Harry's hands. Despite feeling a bit angry about how it all had happened, he took the items with a silent thank you. Instantly after he consumed them, the headache eased away and his stomach felt normal as before.

"What is that stuff?" He said making a face at the bitter taste.

"It's a remedy I created for a night after fire whisky," Snape said in a lecturing tone. "I have found many days where its use was more than welcomed. I do on many occasions care for a drink or two."

Harry nodded briefly and then set the vial and glass down on the table beside the bed. He couldn't remember much from the night before, and he was pretty sure that the most interesting bits were dreamt. Snape seemed as he was before and so Harry followed him out into the living area.

"As it is a free day, I expect you will not venture within these rooms for much of it. I would just like to remind you that there is a curfew, and I will expect you following supper." Snape turned on his heels and left Harry standing in his room, alone. 'Definitely dreamt it,' he thought with a small sigh. It was definitely a very realistic dream.

Harry dressed quickly and left the rooms. He was ready to finally get some time to himself, and he looked for his friends to share it with.

"Hey Harry," Seamus said coming up to him with a smile. "I thought you were going with Hermione and Ron."

"Going where?" Harry said his eyebrow rising in question.

"To the Burrow," he said quickly. "Ron was saying that his brother returned from…er, I forget where, but they were celebrating it with dinner. He was asking everyone where you were, mate."

"Did he leave already?" Harry asked quickly.

"Yeah, he and Hermione left by floo about an hour ago. Sorry mate," he said with a sympathetic smile.

"I wouldn't have been able to go any way," Harry said slightly disappointed. He waved Seamus goodbye and made his way back to Snape's rooms. There wasn't much to do when Ron and Hermione weren't around, and he figured he would spend the remainder of his day finishing his assignments.

When he arrived in the living quarters, Snape was nowhere in sight. He let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't hope to avoid Snape all day, but it was enough to avoid him at least for the time being. His stomach still turned every time he thought back on the way Lucius' eyes had gazed at him much like Snape's. It was that very gaze that made him sick when done by anyone other than Snape.

Harry idly wondered when the bonding would be done since Snape was fully recovered. Snape had not said another word about it since the night before. He was suddenly interrupted in his thoughts but a clearing of someone's throat. Looking up, he found himself directly in the spider's web. Snape stood, his hair pulled back, shining beautifully in the morning light. He was wearing muggle clothes surprisingly-jeans and a well-fitted moss-green shirt. He was watching Harry as if he too was caught off guard.

"Sir," Harry said in one breath. "You wear muggle clothes?"

This definitely caught Snape off guard since a smile touched his eyes and it was a beautiful sight indeed. While his mouth did not express the emotion, his eyes soften and turned on him with gentle regard.

"Indeed," he said his eyes returning to their normal indifference. "I, too Mister Potter, find that on days that are freely mine that the restrictions of a robe uncomfortable even for an Ex-Death Eater."

Harry caught himself smiling, "I only meant that it was a surprise to see it."

"My sediments exactly as to you being in the living quarters," Snape said coolly.

Harry blushed visibly. "Ron and Hermione are away and so I thought I would finish my make up work."

"How practical of you," Snape said sitting in his favored arm chair.

Harry couldn't believe that he was talking so easily with Snape. Not once had Snape insulted him. He found it odd however, that Snape was not elsewhere.

"As understood, I will remain here until you finish your work. It would be troublesome to run into another situation," Snape said referring to Malfoy. Harry had been partly right about the night's events. He was glad he hadn't dreamt it all, but now he understood that he was previously angry with Snape.

Something touched the air between them, a similar feeling to the one before. Harry lifted his head to it.

"Sir," he regarded the man with a quizzical brow. "When will the bonding take place?"

Snape looked up from the book he had grabbed from the tableside of the arm chair. "I spoke to the Headmaster and it will take place tomorrow night."

'Unless something else happens,' Harry thought to himself. He was sure that he would be faced with another situation that would lead him to only feel more confused about everything that had happened thus far.

They had sat in silence for what seem to be hours, but Harry knew better since the clock only ticked away one hour since they had begun. Harry had consumed his efforts in writing a parchment for his Defense against the Dark Arts class, and Snape sat reading what Harry finally concluded to be a potions' procedures' book.

His hand ached in protest as he jotted down another word and he finally gave in to it. He set the quill down and shifted back, stretching only slightly. He had been sitting again and was sure his back would protest as it had once before. Settling into the couch and gazing at the fire dancing in the hearth, Harry's mind wandered.

Snape looked at Harry from the nose of his book. Harry regarded him for a moment and then his thoughts fell silent. It was definitely awkward to be alone in a room with nothing hanging between them. They were either angry or passionate. Harry felt the blush creep into his cheeks as passionate memories began to once more surface. He pushed away at them mentally discouraging them from resurfacing again.

Snape said nothing and Harry found himself searching for topics to discuss. His fingers interweaved and circled each other in his thought ramblings. He finally found a topic in which he would think neutral enough not to cause anger or passion.

"What powers do you and I gain when the bonding takes place?" Harry's eyes met that of his professor's. For a moment, he thought that Snape would not answer, but when the man shut and put down his book, he felt a breath escape in relief.

"Powers gained with a blood bond are subject to that of those being bonded. If I were to have bonded with another vampire, it would likely result in a heightening of pre-existing powers. Similarly, to bond with a wizard, a trade with powers is made and the strength in which their use is monumentally increased. However, the powers also become much more uncontrollable, but once control is gained, an invaluable asset." He looked at Harry as if to judge that the information was understood. He obviously found that it was since he continued.

"Mind reading of the other and location are a general power in which most receive. As you are a wizard, your powers of spell casting will increase and my powers of mind control will increase. Most likely, I will be able to read your thoughts but there is a possibility that neither of us will be able to. The bond strengthens the skills, but does not create them." His gaze on Harry was unmoving. He seemed to be going through his own thought on the subject, and Harry did not know if there was anything further he wished to discuss of it.

"So you might not be able to read my mind," he said stating the one item he hoped would come true.

"Yes, there is a chance that I may not receive the power to read your mind, but likely, I will gain that attribute." Harry could feel Snape's eyes piercing into him, daring him to wish for it to not happen.

"Are there secrets that you do not wish me to know?" Snape said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Yes," Harry said shortly.

"All the more reason to continue your lessons," Snape said waving a dismissive hand. "If you could gain control of your memories and thoughts, you would be able to even block me from reading them."

Harry perked up. He was sure it would sound odd to want to begin right away, but he did not want to chance Snape finding out his true feelings for the man—or the feelings he thought he felt.

Though he was sure he'd share more about himself than he wanted to in his training, he was determined to keep Snape from knowing most intimate of those things. "When can we begin?"

Snape looked at him his eyes dancing with a sudden interest. Harry was mesmerized by those eyes. He'd never witness Snape show anything other than disgust and disdain for him, but now they showed interest and a hint of mischief. Harry idly wondered if it was a cause of the man 'doing what is necessary' but decided at this point, the civility was much appreciated.

"We can begin after supper," Snape said turning his eyes back to the fire hearth and away from Harry. Obviously, he too knew he showed too much in them. Harry's heart started back up in his chest. Something about the way that the sun licked at his features was breathtaking and the way his eyes seem to watch in a distance that said he was thinking on things that would give away is inner feelings. Harry was suddenly interested in the man before him.

Before this, Snape was only someone he felt hatred for. When his feelings began to turn, he felt the desire to know more about the man that was wielding his heart away against his better judgment. It definitely did not work in his favor that he was in love with the greasy git since Snape had a way of turning even the most neutral of subjects into insults upon Harry or his father. He was sure that at one point in the evening, Snape would make him angry again.

It was his sudden decision that he would get one question in before the insult crafting began.

"Why is Lucius Malfoy interested in me," he said knowing the question itself came from nowhere and that no doubt, it would make Snape angry.

To his surprise, Snape looked to him, his eyes unmasked to his sudden disgust at the mention of Lucius Malfoy's name. "Lucius Malfoy favors objects and persons owned by others, especially when it comes to my personal property. A game, if you will. He enjoys stealing and cheating others just as much as he enjoys serving the Dark Lord. His interest in you is obvious since the Dark Lord has favored me and left you in my care. Thus, Lucius finds it an intriguing enough conquest to cause problems within our inner circle."

Harry was a bit confused, but nodded in reply anyway. "So he's done this before?"

"As is his nature," Snape said shortly, sending another disgusted glance towards the fire hearth. "This time, however, proves much more of a task then the others. It would be easy enough for him to discover evidence of my heritage as well as the true reason for your stay. It is imperative that he does not; thus, you are to remain either with myself or in the public eye. You are never to wander alone."

Harry had wished the topic had stayed neutral, but the anger from before began to nip away at his stomach. For how long would he have to endure being watched like a child? He could deal with Malfoy.

"But won't it be fine once we're bonded," he asked simply. "I mean, you would always know where I am."

"I would be able to find your location, but as instincts would take over, I fear my control could cause more damage than good," he replied nonchalantly.

"Instincts?" Harry said twisting his mouth oddly around the word.

"As you are my blood bond, a certain instinct to protect your life would be triggered. I have no control of these urges as you have seen, but have controlled parts only by years of vigorous practice. Vampires are very territorial creatures, as you should well know, Potter. If you were to be taken by Lucius Malfoy, it could lead to your death and thus, lead to mine." He said eyeing Harry with an indifferent gaze. Harry felt his heart throb painfully in his chest. He was once more reminded that Snape felt nothing other than instinct and duty towards him. If Harry were to get killed, the connection of the bond would kill Snape too.

Harry internally berated himself for falling straight into the spider's web. He knew that these questions would only lead to more heartache. Snape did not care for him, and he would always be reminded each time Snape remarked on his 'uncontrollable instincts.' Harry couldn't help the sadness that clouded his very soul. Unrequited love, he had heard, was vicious enough to cause one to end their life in hopes of ending the pain.

"I see," Harry said his eyes turning away from the other. He felt the need to run away. He wanted to sleep and never wake up. He wanted to go straight into Lucius Malfoy's trap just to feel something real that would leave him physically scarred. He wouldn't though. He had more mind then to throw away everything that they had worked so hard for.

He stood, keeping his back to Snape and walked the short distance to his room. He did not mutter another word. He needed to be alone.

When a knock sounded at the door, Harry awoke from his slumber. When had he fallen asleep? He quickly righted himself and made his way to the door. Opening it, Snape stood his dark features hidden by casted shadows. The same indifference from before touched his eyes, and Harry was left trying to read what was inside them.

"I have been knocking for ten minutes Potter," he said, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Sorry sir. I was asleep," he said touching his hand nervously to the back of his head.

"For several hours, might I add, Potter. I will call the house elf as you have missed supper." He went to turn but was stopped by Harry quickly speaking.

"There is no need sir. I'm not hungry," he replied quickly as his stomach turned angrily. He didn't feel the need to eat after the many thoughts that had clouded his mind the past few hours.

"You will eat Potter. We are to train immediately following," Snape said leaving no room for argument. It was not like the man to force someone to do anything that did not directly benefit his rage. Harry reminded himself that in order to produce blood, he had to eat. He followed without a word and once the food had been summoned, ate quickly.

Snape had watched him the entire time he ate, causing him to be incredibly uncomfortable. When he had finished, he turned his gaze to the fire and away from his professor. The air felt electric and it bit at his skin, prickling it on spot. He wrapped his hands around his arms, protecting them from the air at no avail. Feelings were slipping their way through his reserves. A sudden need to be close to Snape resurfaced. He didn't want to feel that way, not now. He was still angry and heartbroken. He didn't want to feel anything for the man.

When his eyes gazed over, Snape was watching him. Harry's heart was in his throat. It was the same look as Snape had when he had come to the tower; he looked like a predator watching its prey. Harry shivered visibly. He was caught in those eyes. He wanted nothing more than to fall into them and swim in the pools of passion that lie within.

With one fluid movement, Snape stood and made his way to Harry. His eyes never left Harry's. He was upon him, his hand clutching at Harry's shirt and pulling him to stand. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he was forced to stand. Snape's hand went to Harry's neck, pressing his cool fingers to Harry's scorched skin.

"Afraid Potter," he said in a low, seductive voice.

"No," Harry said sternly. He wouldn't allow himself to fall once more. He pulled away from Snape, but was caught with Snape's hand. He tried to pull away again, but Snape held him there.

"Your words do not match your actions Potter."

"And your actions don't match anything you say!" Harry said angrily but did not attempt to pull away again. "I don't want to be your property or something that you can have anytime you want."

"When have I said that you are my property?" Snape stared at him, his eyes watching his carefully.

"Earlier, you said that Malfoy only wanted your property," Harry said stubbornly.

"I do remember also stating that Lucius would take anything that was not his. You are viewed as something that I have and he does not. Much like you to misunderstand," he said letting go of Harry and crossing his arms against his chest.

"And it's just like you to be a bloody git about how anyone feels," he said quickly regretting it.

Snape's eyes danced with anger. He moved on Harry, so close that he could feel the man's hot breath on his face. "It is easy to be as you have remarked 'a bloody git' when having to deal with an insolent brat."

Harry's hands balled into fists, and he bit his cheek in anger. "It's easy to be insolent when dealing with an inexpressive Ex-Death Eater!"

They stood with their chests heaving in anger and eyes glaring, but Harry would not back down. He would not be intimidated this time. Snape grabbed the front of Harry's shirt and pulled him first towards him and then away from him sending Harry clamoring to the floor. He lay there astonished and then, fear overtook his entire body. Without even a quick thought, he darted from the room and down the hall. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, tears jerking from his eyes and falling quickly down his face. He refused to acknowledge that he was putting himself in danger, but he didn't much care. He would run into Malfoy's arms before he returned to the despair of his current situation.

He continued through the main corridor and then out a hidden passage to the outside grounds. The fresh night air touched his face prickling it with the ice cold temperature. He finally stopped, breathing heavily and trying to regain his composure. He wouldn't cry anymore. He would spend his entire life putting every feeling he felt into his hatred for Snape.

He sat down on the grass, his glasses fogged by the cold air. He took them off to clean them of it. When he placed them back, he noticed a dark figure standing in front of him. He gasped knowing too well what he had just run himself into.

"How lucky I am to have stumbled upon you," Lucius Malfoy said coming into visibility. Harry could feel his blood run cold. It was not his intention to run into the man. Why did Malfoy always show up when he was alone? Was he watching him? The night air cut through him like a knife. Malfoy let out an exaggerated sigh.

"I had hoped it to be more difficult, but alas, here you are." He moved forward, spelling Harry into paralysis. He internally shrieked knowing that this was how he had first gotten into trouble. The last thing he needed was to be kidnapped by bloody Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius knelt beside Harry and a smirk formed on his lips. "How positively radiant you look flushed with cold."

His hand traced from Harry's cheeks to his lips, sending a jolt down Harry's spine at the touch. He felt sick. He wanted to run away or tear away from Malfoy's touch, but the paralysis held him much like it did when this had previously happened.

A green light flashed and Lucius flew to the ground, skidding across the grass. Harry watched with relief as the man contorted in pain as the spell overtook his body. Snape stalked in front of Harry, his eyes glaring into the man.

"I had warned you Lucius," he said hissing at the man's name. "I will not be kind next time. Now leave!"

He dispelled the man, and Malfoy quickly recovered, his face shining with sweat. He glared at Snape, but backed away. Malfoy disappeared and Harry was left gazing still petrified. Snape dispelled him and forcibly pulled Harry to his feet.

Before Harry could say a word, his lips were being torn open by a tongue and his body was crushed against a hard form. He cried out as the man pulled his hair and exposed is neck. "You are not to leave me again. You are mine, Potter."

Harry wasn't able to speak as the man drove his fangs into his jugular sending a whirl of sensations through his body. He quivered under the violent feeding. His body was weak and ached for the man's touch. Snape did not hesitate when he threw Harry to the ground on his hands and knees. Harry was disrobed quickly and thrust into without a second in between. He cried out and curled his fingers around the blades of grass.

The violent thrusts persisted and Harry could only groan and whimper in response. He was completely overpowered by Snape's ferocity. Despite it, he was undeniably hungry for it. He pushed to meet Snape's maddening thrusts. To be taken in public, under the eye of the moon, it was pure intoxication. Harry arched up as his climax hit him rippling through his body like the waves of the ocean. Snape continued his hard thrusts until his own completion, filling Harry.

Snape's fingers bruised the skin where they had clung on his hips. Harry collapsed to the grass, his breathing labored. He couldn't be angry even though he wished for it. Snape pulled him up and helped him into his clothes. He quickly pulled Harry into his arms and lifted him. Harry could only cling to the man hoping that all of this hadn't been a dream.

Snape carried him all the way to their shared room and settled him down on the couch. Harry watched him through hazy eyes. Snape pulled the fire whisky from a shelf and drank its entire contents in one quick swallow.

"Were those your instincts?" Harry asked with a soft voice.

Snape looked at him, his eyes dancing with an emotion Harry had never seen before.

"No."
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