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CHAPTER TEN

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"What are you glowering at?"

Sirius blinked rapidly in surprise and looked up at Lily who was now standing beside him. Sirius couldn't even really remember what he had been doing as he was too lost in thought to pay too much attention. He knew he was at the wedding reception for Bill and Fleur but had been a bad mood most of the evening. Remus had brought Tonks along as his date againand Sirius found it mildly annoying. What was worse was the knowing little smirk Lily wore, and Sirius had a sinking suspicion he knew what it was about.

"Nothing," Sirius replied, forcing himself to grin. "Where did your husband run off to?"

"Nothing my arse, Sirius," Lily replied, ignoring his question.

"You better keep an eye on him, Lils," Sirius said, using her tactic of ignoring what she wanted to know. "Have you seen how many Veela are around here?"

"Have you?" Lily asked pointedly, glancing up at the dance floor. There were plenty of half and quarter Veelas such as Fleur, running around from the young witch's maternal side of the family but Lily had caught sight of at least four full-blooded Veelas. No one outshone the bride but Lily could swear she had seen many tongues rolling out of men's mouths and enough drool to fill an ocean.

"Of course!" Sirius said, turning a charming grin to a passing Veela who was being hounded by a middle aged Weasley man, one of Arthur's brothers, and a young boy not much older than Harry.

"Really? Because, from where I was sitting, it seemed like you haven't taken your eyes off of Remus all night," Lily pointed out.

"You've been watching me all night, Lily? What's James going to say about this?" Sirius asked teasingly, though he felt his stomach twist up uncomfortably at the mention of his soul mate.

"Cut the crap, Sirius," Lily said. "You have feelings for him, don't you?"

"Lily, don't be silly," Sirius sighed, stopping himself from making a comment about her being Silly Lily and adding other words that rhymed into the mix. He let his little amused act drop when he glanced back to where Remus and Tonks moved awkwardly together on the dance floor. Remus wasn't a good dancer as it was without giving him such a clumsy partner but they seemed to find humor in their own defects. "I just don't understand why he's with her all of a sudden."

"Oh?" Lily asked, raising an eyebrow doubtfully.

"Stop. You look like Snivellus when…err…Snape when you do that," Sirius said, quickly correcting himself when Lily glared at him.

"If you don't have feelings for Remus, then why are you so jealous of Tonks?" Lily asked.

"I'm not jealous of Tonks and I don't have feelings for Remus!" Sirius declared defensively. "I just…He's never shown interest before, right? And she's had a thing for him since she joined the Order! I just think he's with her because he's feeling weird about our bonding and I don't think it's right for him to go around using her like that."

"Uh huh," Lily said suspiciously.

"Don't you think it's a bit odd?" Sirius demanded irritably. Did no one else find it strange that Remus was all of a sudden interested in the metamorphmagus? Tonks had been showing interest for a while now but it was only when Remus found out that Sirius was his soul mate and decided to perform the Soul Bond with him did he decide to return those interests. "It's not like we're queer or anything. We don't have to be romantically involved, right? That's what the book said! That's what everyone has been saying! But it's like he needs to be with her to prove that to himself."

"He's not the only one trying to prove something to himself," Lily muttered.

Sirius snorted. "Lily-doll, Remy and I have been mates since childhood. There is nothing there! And if there were I would have noticed by now! I'm not into blokes. Remus is practically my brother and you, of all people should remember that being soul mates does not automatically make you perfect for each other."

Lily looked skeptical and seemed like she might argue. After a moment's hesitant, she sighed then patted him on the shoulder and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "At least stop sitting here scowling. Go talk to one of the Veela. That really tall one, Brigitte, has had her eye on you all night."

"Oh?" Sirius asked distractedly, having to pull his gaze away from Remus and Tonks again to turn to the direction Lily was looking. The tallest of the Veela women was indeed sending him hopeful glances now and then while she spoke in rapid French with Fleur, Gabrielle, and a few of the other Veela cousins. For once in his life, Sirius felt little interest in womanizing and would have much preferred staying at his table alone moping. No, moping wasn't the right word, Sirius thought with a frown. He wasn't necessarily enjoying himself, but it was the only thing he really felt like doing. With his conversation with Lily fresh in mind, though, Sirius forced himself to grin and stand up. "You're a good girl, Lils," he said, reaching up as if to ruffle her hair and shrugging his shoulders then smoothing his hands down the front of his dress robes when she glared at him for the attempt.

Maybe flirting with Brigitte would cheer him up anyway.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ginny asked as she and Hermione finally pulled away from the wedding reception. Knowing how hard of a time Hermione had been having as well as how close Ginny was to Hermione, Bill and Fleur hadn't questioned it at all when the pair excused themselves a bit early. They stayed as long as possible but the Malfoys had requested to meet that very day and they really had to get going. Ginny had volunteered to accompany Hermione for moral support as well as protection. Lucius Malfoy was a known Death Eater and, while Hermione had convinced them to meet her in public, Ginny still hadn't been fond of Hermione meeting them all by herself.

"I'm positive," Hermione replied though her voice didn't sound very positive at all. She smoothed out the front of her green dress and finally stopped at a safe enough distance from the Burrow. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course," Ginny snorted. "No more stalling, let's go."

Hermione laughed nervously and reached out to take a good hold of Ginny. She was a bit worried about using side-along Apparition with someone else since she had only recently gotten her Apparition license but there weren't many options and this seemed the easiest. Within seconds, they were standing outside of the magical entrance to the Leaky Cauldron and, to Hermione's relief, they were both in one piece. Hermione could feel her anxiety levels increasing as she looked at the door and she rubbed her hands together then glanced at Ginny uncertainly. Before she could say, or do, anything a couple of wizards pushed rudely past them and entered the pub.

"Mione?" Ginny asked.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," Hermione said, shaking her head. "It's just…We're meeting the Malfoys. Here. And…It's been weeks and I don't think it's really hit that he's my…You know?"

"Yeah, I know," Ginny said sympathetically. "You know you don't have to…"

"Yeah, I know," Hermione said, taking a deep breath. "But I'm going to. Come on."

Gathering her courage, Hermione opened the door and stepped in with Ginny by her side. The Leaky Cauldron was mostly empty and Hermione let her eyes scan the room. It wasn't hard to locate the Malfoys even though they had chosen to sit at a table in a dark corner. They looked very uncomfortable and they in their expensive robes didn't seem to really fit in at such a normal place among normal people. Lucius Malfoy saw them first and sat up straight. Hermione glared at his judgmental look and stood tall, walking gracefully over to the table.

"Good evening," Hermione said politely.

"Hello, Miss Granger. Have a seat," Narcissa replied with a small smile. She was hardly warm and welcoming but she did appear to be trying and it surprised Hermione.

"You brought a Weasley," Lucius said.

"You didn't think I trusted you enough to come alone, did you?" Hermione asked stiffly, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the Malfoys placing herself right in front of her soul mate without meaning to.

"A very wise decision," Narcissa said with a nod, glaring at her husband. Lucius ignored her and instead followed Ginny with his eyes as she sat down next to Hermione.

"So Ma—Draco," Hermione said, having to stop herself from referring to her classmate by his surname considering there were two other Malfoys at the table. "Do you have any questions?"

"I am curious as to why you contacted me," Draco replied carefully, the muscles in his face twitching slightly. The struggle to remain as polite as possible was clear in his strained voice and the pained expressions he wore. Hermione was slightly surprised she hadn't been insulted or threatened thus far also by the look of approval Narcissa sent him. She figured it was at the encouragement of his mother. Still, why any of the Malfoys were interested in this or playing nice with her was something she didn't understand and, to be honest, it made her a bit suspicious. "You…We don't really…'need' to do this."

"I know it isn't necessary but I believe it would do us both some good," Hermione replied carefully. "I've known for a few weeks, actually. I took the time to think through everything. We may not get along at all but I thought that this was above petty grudges." Perhaps 'petty grudges' was putting it lightly. "It would also be a great learning experience since not much is known about Soul Bonds. There is so much potential in the whole thing. The bond could very well give us both a lot more than we believe right now and, even if it doesn't, I thought any boost magically would be…welcome."

Draco just stared at her for a long moment, studying her, and Hermione shifted uncomfortably where she sat. Finally, Draco nodded and glanced to Narcissa. Mother and son shared a moment before Draco cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "Would there be any…other benefits to…this bonding?"

Hermione blinked and thought about his words for a few seconds then shot a confused look to Ginny who just shrugged. She didn't ask right away for clarification, wanting to be sure that his words couldn't be taken any way she could understand. Eventually she decided that she just didn't know. "I'm sorry, what do you mean, exactly?"

The youngest Malfoy hesitated and shot his mother another look. Narcissa smiled sadly and turned to look at Hermione. "You would like to bond with Draco, wouldn't you, Miss Granger?" Narcissa asked. "As a 'learning experience', as you called it, and for the power boosts it can give you."

"Y…Well, yes," Hermione replied slowly.

Narcissa nodded. "It would also do Draco some good, we are aware, but my Draco is very powerful and talented without doing anything extra," she said fondly. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes while Ginny didn't. Hermione shot her friend a glare at the scoff the redhead uttered and smiled apologetically to Lucius who glared at the young Weasley. "Considering your allegiances and our obviously poor associations, we had hoped you might be capable of providing certain protections for Draco."

"Protection?" Hermione repeated warily. This didn't sound good. Did they think that Hermione would just go off and forbid anyone in the Order from attacking Draco during the war? If he was a Death Eater, and it certainly sounded that way to her, then Hermione was making no such promises. It was ridiculous of them to ask such a thing! She knew the chances when she wrote that letter to Draco but she had hoped he might not have taken the Mark and had even assured herself she might convince him to turn away from Voldemort if he were to bond with her. It was a long shot, she would admit, but worth trying. Here and now, feeling some panic at the close admission to their continued alliance to Lord Voldemort, Hermione was starting to wonder what had possessed her to write that letter in the first place. She did not need Draco Malfoy, soul mate or not!

"Yes, protection," Narcissa said. "I assume your…friends…would not approve of you bonding with anyone of particular…alliances, should we say? Draco has made no decisions yet and could be spared such a dark fate if your people could take him in, thus caring for him. You could assure yourselves that he would do nothing to harm you by doing this. If not, you could very well run the risk of betrayal and other such dangers by being so closely tied to someone of a…Darker nature."

"Right," Hermione said, blinking in surprise, the wheels in her head spinning. She certainly hadn't anticipated that. "So, speaking plainly, you want us to offer Draco protection from Voldemort and to keep him from becoming a Death Eater?"

Narcissa cringed and Lucius glowered dangerously at her. "There is no use talking in circles," Hermione explained, half apologetically and half irritably. "It may be dangerous to talk about, but as much as I despise that monster, he is too smart to not understand what you meant by all of that and even if you didn't mean it he is certainly paranoid enough to make sure he didn't have any traitors."

"I don't care," Narcissa whispered passionately, leaning over the table slightly. "I just want my son to be safe!"

"Mother!" Draco whispered sharply, pink filling his pale face.

"And you want us to save you from becoming a Death Eater, Draco?" Hermione asked, turning to the younger wizard.

"I…" Draco began and glanced uncertainly to his father. "Y…Yes…I'd very much like that."

"You understand we'll have to make certain this isn't some sort of trick before we can offer anything, don't you?" Hermione asked, eyes trailing slowly over each Malfoy.

"We understand perfectly," Narcissa said. "Do whatever you must but work quickly. We don't know what time we have left."

"Alright," Hermione said, already making up plans in her head and feeling the same thrill that she always felt when she had a new project. If they were serious about wanting to keep Draco away from Voldemort, that was great! It certainly made Hermione feel easier about the idea of bonding with him. They would have to use Veritaserum, of course, to be sure he wasn't lying and probably other methods of assuring everyone that he was serious. "I'll talk to those in charge but I am positive we can make this work. If you are serious then I'll do everything I possibly can to make it work."

To Hermione's surprise, all of the Malfoys seemed to relax somewhat. Lucius looked relieved, his once stony face softer somehow as he glanced aside to his wife and son. Narcissa smiled gratefully and reached out to give Hermione's hand a squeeze. Even Draco looked incredibly reassured and hopeful. Hermione smiled softly with a bit more confidence that everything might just work out. She had a sense of purpose now and was pleased that she might very well have the chance to make things better for this family. Granted, it wasMalfoy but if they were willing to turn away from Voldemort that was amazing!

She glanced at Ginny who didn't seem sure what to think. Sensing Hermione's eyes on her, Ginny turned and offered a supportive smile. "So, what now?" Ginny asked.

Hermione shrugged and turned to the Malfoys. "Is there anything else we need to discuss?"

Narcissa began to shake her head and opened her mouth to speak, but Lucius quickly cut in. "Just one more thing, Mu—Miss Granger. How can we be certain of you?"

"Me?" Hermione asked in surprise and glanced at Ginny. What did that mean? They didn't trust her? That seemed silly but, after a second thought, maybe it wasn't. Did they expect her to turn them in to the Ministry or something? Use their hopes against them to lure them into a false sense of security then ripping it all away from them. It wasn't something they would do, Hermione knew, but they couldn't know that. And to think that but we're the good guys was on the tip of her tongue. How silly! "Well…What did you have in mind?"

"I would like proof that you are, indeed, Draco's soul mate," Lucius said.

"And I thought you didn't believe in soul mates," Narcissa said in amusement.

"She is," Draco said quietly. He was looking pointedly away from his parents, fixed on the wall right behind Hermione. "I…I went to Severus a week ago after Mother told me about his new invention. I was curious. The idea wasn't all that pleasant and knowing your opinion of the matter, I didn't want to bring it up. The fact that Granger got the same results I did must say something."

"Yes, it must," Narcissa agreed with a sly smile.

"We should still perform a test, to be certain. Your people might want the same proof, as well," Lucius suggested.

"If they ask then we can perform the test in front of everyone," Hermione agreed. "I assume that's not all you'll need? Just tell me what I need to do to make you more comfortable in my genuineness."

"I would like you to promise, under Veritaserum, that you have no ill intentions towards my family or myself," Lucius explained.

"Why sh…" Ginny began.

"That's fine," Hermione cut in, trying to send an appeasing look towards her friend. Ginny was shocked but Hermione would be fine. She was confident enough in her skills to check Veritaserum and be sure there was nothing poisonous about whatever concoction they provided her with. There was nothing harmful in the truth unless they tried to use it against her. But that was why she had Ginny here. If they tried anything then she knew Ginny would be able to help her and she was sure they couldn't do anything too bad in public. On the off chance, though, Hermione glanced around the pub uneasily. Tom, the barkeep, was there. She didn't recognize any of the other customers and felt her stomach drop a bit at the thought that this could be a trap. Maybe she should have told one of the older Order members where she was going to be tonight. "But I expect you to provide the antidote as well, in case the questions go off task. As a precaution, of course."

"Of course," Narcissa replied with a small smile. When Lucius smirked and began digging in his robes, Narcissa sent him a surprised look and Hermione couldn't help but laugh surprised as Lucius pulled out two small phials. He set them on the tabletop and watched Hermione expectantly.

Taking a deep breath to keep herself calm, Hermione reached forward and took the clear phial then removed the topper. She took a moment studying the clear substance, sniffing it, and even letting a drop fall onto her fingertip to rub it between her thumb and forefinger to check the consistency. A very well-brewed batch of pure Veritaserum. She almost wanted to ask if Professor Snape had brewed it for them but decided against it. She set the phial aside and pulled the other one towards her to check the antidote, which was an opaque sky blue color. She went through the same routine of studying the color and the way it moved in the phial, the smell, the feel of it on her fingers. Satisfied with both, Hermione held each phial in a different hand and turned her head to demonstrate to the Malfoys each drop of Veritaserum that hit her tongue before turning back to face them and swallowing it. It had a bad aftertaste but she had tasted worse. The only thing that really worried her was the direction this would go. In all honesty, she half expected the Malfoys to immediately launch into questions about the plans of the Order of the Phoenix or personal question about its members and braced herself, carefully removing the topper of the antidote to be ready.

"Do you intend to bring any harm or shame to my family?" Lucius asked.

"No," Hermione replied. Narcissa looked pleased. Hermione herself felt some sense of calm starting to come over her, eating away at her tension slightly. Reassuring the Malfoys made her feel easier somehow, especially seeing Narcissa's open reactions.

"Will you do everything in your power to make sure Draco is safe?" Lucius asked.

"Yes, I will," Hermione promised.

"Do you intend to use Draco in your little fight for the good?" Lucius asked.

"No," Hermione replied immediately though she hadn't really thought out the question all that much. She took another second to think of things before carrying on. "If Draco wants to help, that's up to him but we don't make people fight for us."

"What do you hope to achieve by bonding with my son?" Lucius asked.

"I hope to learn more about Soul Bonds and to make myself stronger magically," Hermione explained easily.

"Nothing more than that?" Lucius asked.

"Nothing more than that," Hermione agreed.

Lucius studied her for a moment before nodding and settling back in his seat. Taking this as her cue, Hermione raised the antidote to her mouth. Narcissa quickly asked another question before Hermione could drink the antidote. "And how do you feel about my son?"

Hermione lowered the phial, seeing no harm in this question. "I don't like him."

Narcissa frowned but nodded. "Why?"

"Because he is an arrogant spoiled prick who wastes what brains and talent he possesses childishly. If he applied himself and stopped acting like such an arse just because he feels he is allowed to, he'd probably be a very brilliant wizard. As it is, he only acts like a complete prat and I dislike that greatly," Hermione explained, glancing to Draco. She hadn't meant for it all to come out like that. She certainly hadn't wanted to compliment him, but it had slipped out without her consent. Scowling, Hermione quickly downed the antidote. "Is that all?"

"Yes. Thank you very much, Miss Granger," Narcissa said with a smile. "We will await your word."

Hermione smiled politely at Narcissa. "I will get back to you as quickly as possible, I promise." She then glanced to Draco and Lucius. "Have a good evening. Goodbye," she said, sliding out from behind the table and following Ginny back outside.

"That went better than I thought," Ginny remarked, eying the door to the pub as it swung closed behind them.

"Yes, it did," agreed Hermione. She felt very strange, as though she wasn't quite sure what to think or how to feel about the whole situation yet. It certainly hadn't gone how she had expected but she rather liked that. She had spent a great part of yesterday and all this morning worrying over her decision to owl Draco. It seemed foolishly dangerous to just go meeting with known Voldemort supporters without the supervision of an older Order member, even if she was of legal age and a smart and talented witch in her own right. "You ready to go?"

"Sure," Ginny said. Hermione held tightly onto her friend's arm and Apparated them both back to the Burrow. The reception had wound down a great deal by now. Hermione didn't want to stick around, sure that the smaller crowd would only make the chances of having to see or be near Ron and Hannah all the bigger. Besides, she had a new project to work on and she wanted to start straightaway. Her mind was buzzing with points to make, how to word the conversation, and who exactly to talk to as she bid Ginny goodnight and left to return to her temporary residence at the Potter household.

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Harry wiped his sweaty hands on the front of his dress robes as he walked up to Snape's front door. It had taken a while to get away from the reception. Everyone wanted to talk to or dance with him and Harry didn't know how to get away without drawing too much attention to the fact that he had somewhere to be. He was eventually able to get away when he asked Neville to help him out. His classmate was agreeable without asking many questions. Neville interrupted at an opportune moment when Harry was stuck in a conversation Ron, Hannah, Viktor, Tonks, Kingsley, and a part-veela witch. Neville pretended to have a problem he needed Harry's help with so asked Harry to come with him and Harry only stopped long enough to tell his parents he was leaving with Neville before heading off. Neville had wanted to leave anyway and was very nice about the whole thing. Harry only hoped that Snape didn't think he was 'late' or anything, since Dumbledore had left hours ago.

The door opened before Harry could knock and he was met by a scowling Snape and a smiling Dumbledore. "Come in, then, Potter."

"Right. Let's get this over with," Harry said awkwardly, stepping into the house.

"How are you, Harry?" Dumbledore asked politely, walking beside Harry while Snape strode briskly ahead of them to lead into the living room.

"Err. I'm fine, sir," Harry replied.

"Good, very good. You had a pleasant birthday?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah, it was fine," Harry said and watched as Snape made room in the small space by flicking his wand and sending all of the furniture to the wall.

"Now is hardly the time for pleasantries," Snape said impatiently. "It is late so I believe Potter and I want this to be done with as quickly and painlessly as possible."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Of course, my boys, I do apologize. Are you both certain you don't want any witnesses?"

"We're sure," Harry said quickly before Snape could. There was no one Harry wanted to tell until this was over and done with.

"Very well. You both know what position to take, then," Dumbledore said.

Harry's pulse raced as he got into position facing Snape. This was the moment he had been anxiously waiting for all week! Not that he was necessarily excited about being bound to Snape so much as he was eager to get it over with and see what good it could do him. It had been hard to focus on anything else all week making it to where he almost regretted not meeting with Snape the night before his birthday to get it over with at midnight.

Snape stretched out his arms and Harry mimicked him, remembering how the bonding ceremony had gone for his godparents, his parents, then Bill and Fleur today. He had seen it enough times to know what to do. Harry's arms jerked in surprise when Dumbledore poured the potion over their hands. It was cold. That feeling managed to get colder, oddly enough, when Dumbledore dropped the match onto their hands. It was like holding a big block of ice, so cold it was painful. He barely felt it at all when Dumbledore sliced into the palms of his hands. He and Snape then crossed their arms and held hands, skin finally starting to warm then feel normal at the touch of Snape's skin. Without having to be told, they looked into each other's eyes. It suddenly hit Harry how uncomfortably intimate this felt, standing so close to Snape, touching him, and now having to hold eye contact throughout this entire thing. Harry swallowed hard and resisted the urge to look away from the black orbs boring into him.

"Ego redimio meus animus ut vestri," Snape began his voice quiet. His voice felt like something tangible, gliding over his skin and sending shivers down his spine. How strange.

"Ego redimio meus animus ut vestri," Harry repeated.

"Planto illa duos animus unus," Dumbledore said. Harry was vaguely aware of the strip of light glowing between them.

"Ego commodo meus veneficus ut vestri," Snape said.

"Ego commodo meus veneficus ut vestri," Harry repeated.

"Permissum suum veneficus permoveo una."

Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Staring into Snape's eyes for so long was starting to make him feel dizzy. He was glad Snape was speaking first because Harry was sure he would have found it hard to remember his lines, otherwise.

"Ego patefacio meus mens vobis."

"Ego patefacio meus mens vobis."

"Permissum lemma reputo ut unus."

"Ego patefacio meus pectus pectoris vobis."

"Ego patefacio meus pectus pectoris vobis."

"Permissim diligo redimio lemma intemporatlier."

"Ego trado meus somes expelo is sacramentum."

"Ego trado meus somes expelo is sacramentum."

"Permissim totus of lemma utriusque certamen. Duos res per unus fatum. Quicumque they es vedum thrive ex unus alius. Una they es universus."

The bright light that came over them was blinding, but through it all Harry could still see Snape's black eyes staring still into his. Harry gasped quietly at the strong tugging he felt in his heart and in his gut, almost succeeding in pushing his body forward into Snape. The need to be closer was terrifyingly powerful and Harry grasped Snape's hands tightly in response. Snape frowned deeply, intensity lighting up his dark eyes. Harry swallowed hard and tried to calm the racing of his heart then was stuck somewhere in his mind between the urges to move closer and the logical part of his brain reminding him of what a bad idea that would be.

"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked them.

Harry cleared his throat and glanced at the headmaster, flushing when he realized he had forgotten that the man was there. Whatever feeling had come over him had dimmed but the spell didn't feel completely broken yet. Snape seemed to have forgotten Dumbledore's presence, too by the dazed look in his black eyes when he glanced at the man.

"Umm…Fine," Harry said.

"Irritated," Snape said, voice lacking the bite he probably intended.

Dumbledore cracked a smile. "Good. I do have a meeting to prepare for in the morning so I must take my leave. If either of you needs to contact me, you should know where to find me."

"Of course, headmaster," Snape said.

Dumbledore left and it took Harry several long seconds to realize that he hadn't moved and that he and Snape were still standing close and still holding onto each other. Snape quickly yanked his hands free, obviously coming to his senses before Harry.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, Potter?" Snape demanded, voice still not as sharp as usual. Harry barley noticed.

"Right," Harry said, shaking his head and stepping back a few steps. This bond thing must have exhausted him or something. "Err… bye then."

It took a bit more thought than usual to turn around and walk to the door. It was as if his brain stopped wanting to cooperate with him. He considered slamming his head into the wall or something in hopes of straightening his mind back out. He barely noticed Snape was following him until he got to the door and opened it. In a matter of seconds, he went from not being aware of Snape at all to being aware of nothing but him.

Snape moved and the door closed but Harry was still inside, pressed against it with Snape's mouth pressed to his. Snape had kissed him! Or had he kissed Snape? His arms moved up to wrap around the taller wizard's neck, holding pressing as close as possible to the other body. Surprisingly, strong arms wrapped around his middle to aid the process. Kissing Snape was brilliant, not that Harry had much experience to compare it with. Not only had he been too busy with personal dramas and battling the evil in the world during his schooldays, he had never really found many people to be interested in let alone being able to do something about it. Too many people had been interested in his fame for him to really give any relationship a second thought.

Most people worried a great deal over their first kiss but Harry hadn't even seen this coming and let the movement of Snape's lips guide him along. Harry couldn't remember anything feeling so nice or tasting as nice as the warm, dry, surprisingly soft lips against his tasting strongly of coffee and cinnamon. Merlin, he wanted to kiss Snape forever! Trapped here between Snape's body and the door was the most brilliant thing Harry had ever experienced. He could do this for the rest of his life but he also wanted more.

What more was, Harry wasn't entirely sure. He only knew that every inch of him was begging for more. More, more, more, more, more.

Harry gasped sharply when Snape's hips thrust against him, pressing firmly against his growing bulge. Snape's teeth grabbed his lower lip and bit down gently, sucking on them only a moment longer before trailing his mouth down Harry's jaw and to his neck. Embarrassingly needy pathetic whimpers escaped his throat and he continued to thrust his hips against Snape's, desperate for some sort of friction. Bloody hell that felt good.

Fingers trembling, Harry reluctantly let go of Snape in favor of reaching up to begin undoing the clasps on the front of his dress robes. Snape made a noise of approval and pulled away from tasting Harry's neck to undo his own. Harry fumbled with his own clothes, watching in awe and fascination as Snape pulled at his own clothes. He started shoving at his clothes more with little care for their condition as he kicked them all away then, finally, tugged off his boxers and sent them flying across the room.

And Snape was touching him again. All of that bare pale skin with its many scars that he had been admiring was now pressed against him, smooth warm skin that felt so perfect against his own. Even better was the feel of Snape's hardness pressed into his stomach, hard, hot and so terribly arousing. His own erection was pressed deliciously against Snape's thigh and Harry pressed his hips forward, delighting in the feel of his bare cock against bare skin. He moved his hands to Snape's chest and slid them downward, finally reaching between them to take Snape's cock into his hand. Bloody fucking hell he was huge! Harry gave it a squeeze then pulled back enough to look down at it.

Snape's hand grabbed his wrist and pried him away from his new favorite toy. Harry wanted to protest, but Snape was pulling him back and Harry stumbled after him readily. They didn't make it very far, only a few feet into the living room, before Snape was pressing down on him, urging him to the floor. Harry obediently laid on his back but couldn't help squirming as Snape crawled over his body, only pausing long enough to summon lubricant that came flying at them from somewhere on the other side of the house. Snape caught it, set it aside, then leaned down to kiss Harry deeply again, lowering his body more over Harry's until their chests pressed together and Harry's painfully hard prick was trapped between them. Harry arched his body up more to rub his cock against that firm stomach while Snape's tongue plunged into his mouth. Their frantic kissing was all teeth and tongues then Harry gave up that battle in favor of grasping Snape's hips to rub himself eagerly against the body above his.

That didn't last very long. The ever cool, collected Severus Snape seemed just as impatient and restless as his younger soul mate. So he soon moved his mouth down his jaw and neck, never staying in one area too long, as he trailed kisses, licks, and nibbles along his collarbone before trailing down his chest then stomach. He paused to dip into his bellybutton, a strange feeling that was both ticklish and erotic, before finally reaching the area that craved his attention the most. Harry lifted his head to stare down at Snape as he felt puffs of the man's breath against his hardness, licking his lips as he thought of Snape putting his mouth there. He would gladly beg him to do it if he thought it would work.

Black eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, burning and alive in his desire. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of it. The man's gaze was suddenly far more interesting than that talented mouth so close to his arousal. Then, holding eye contact, Snape flicked out his wicked tongue and trailed it slowly along the length of it. "Merlin," Harry groaned, hips jerking up instinctively as he dug his fingers into the carpet as best he could. He spread his legs eagerly, watching as Snape trailed his tongue up and down again, his hands seeming to be working where Harry couldn't see them. Harry didn't really care so long as Snape took him into his mouth soon. He thought kissing had been good? Nothing, absolutely nothing, felt better than Snape's tongue working over him while lust-filled eyes stared up at him hungrily.

A hand appeared now to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking up and down firmly while his tongue swirled around the head of Harry's cock then, finally, taking it into his mouth. Harry barley noticed a slick finger working its way up his arse in favor of the glorious feeling of that wet, warm mouth sucking him in. "Shite…bloody…fucking…hell." Unable to help himself, Harry reached down and ran his fingers through Snape's greasy hair, having to restrain himself from pulling his head down more while thrusting up into that wonderful cavern.

Snape didn't disappoint. Both were too eager to handle much teasing so Snape eagerly bobbed his head up and down as he pressed a second finger then a third into Harry. The intrusions of the two new digits were more noticed by Harry but the slight burn was relatively easy to forget with how great Snape was making him feel. Gods, there was absolutely nothing more erotic than seeing Snape's face buried between his thighs, mouth and hand moving expertly on his prick, while digging his fingers through the hair he and his classmates often made fun of, tightening in the thin strands when something felt particularly pleasurable.

It ended far too soon for Harry's liking. Snape slowly pulled his mouth off Harry's cock with a soft pop then shifted up on his knees, pouring a bit more lubricant into his hand and rubbing it over his cock. Harry couldn't even pull thoughts together enough to figure out what he was doing, only annoyed and frustrated that Snape had stopped. "Snape," Harry growled, reaching down to grasp his desperate and aching prick. He needed to get off and fast.

"Roll over," Snape instructed, reaching out to help the process by grabbing Harry's hips to urge him onto his hands and knees. Harry obliged quickly, spreading his legs eagerly. His mind was too far gone to care and. while he didn't know exactly what to expect now, his body knew exactly what it wanted thus exactly what he should do. Harry moaned as Snape groped his arse and gave it a small squeeze before using his thumbs to pull open his cheeks then moved forward to press the head of his slick cock against his entrance. The hands gripped him tightly, holding him firmly still as he began, quickly, shoving his way inside of the incredibly tight channel. Snape grunted in pleasure while Harry growled out in pain, blunt nails digging into the carpet. While the potions master had just given Harry the greatest pleasure he had ever known, he was now causing him great pain. Fucking Merlin, it was like the man was ripping him apart! Harry fought against two contradictory urges as Snape fought his way into his body. The pain was so great he wanted to pull away but somewhere deep inside of him was the greater need to push back against Snape and encourage him to do more. Unable to decide what to really do, Harry moved his hips slightly, trying to pull away then, only seconds, later pushing back. Snape's grip on him was tight, though, allowing very little movement and very little choice in the matter. Despite the words being on the tip of his tongue, Harry didn't once tell him to stop.

It was only a matter of seconds before Snape was buried to the hilt and gave no time for Harry to rest or adjust before he was moving. Harry cringed and groaned in response to the pain, whole body tensing up when it was bad enough. A minute into it, regardless of how much it hurt, the internal struggle had ended and Harry was pushing back against Snape eagerly, knowing he needed more no matter how awful it felt. Going along with what Snape wanted seemed to ease some of the pain anyway. Once the sharpness of it had faded somewhat, he could admit that there was something very appealing in the possessive and controlling way that Snape gripped his hips as well as the demanding pace of his thrusts,. Even in the animalistic grunts that escaped his throat were something that was driving him nuts.

At some point, Snape managed to hit something inside of him that actually felt good and Harry gasped in shock, hips jerking a bit at the feeling. Snape paused only a moment to adjust himself before driving in to hit it again. "Fuck," Harry gasped, eagerly thrusting his hips back against Snape. His own movements were awkward so he didn't keep up well, causing Snape to grip him even harder to hold him as still as possible as he drove in and out of Harry frantically with seemingly renewed enthusiasm. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, holy fucking shite," Harry chanted, grasping more desperately than ever at the floor, barely able to hold himself up with the force with which Snape was moving into him. Any pain resulting didn't seem to matter, much the same way the discomfort of having Snape's fingers up his arse hadn't mattered when he was sucking him off. His flaccid cock stirred back to life causing Harry to put one arm on the floor to rest his head on while he remained propped up on his knees and held there by Snape while he wormed his free arm under him to grasp his needy prick, stroking himself eagerly.

"God…please, please, please…fuck…fuck…bloody fucking…shite…please…please…Merlin," Harry groaned. He was so close…So, so close! Harry's mouth opened wide the closer he got, so eager to finally reach competition then bit down on his arm when he cried out before he finally came, all of that blissful and blinding pleasure taking over him so completely he thought he might just die in it. When he was finally done, his upper body sagged completely onto the floor and Harry gasped in deep breaths, his racing heart slowly but steadily calming down.

Bloody hell that felt good! He hadn't felt so relaxed in forever and thought he might have easily curled up then gone to sleep if Snape wasn't still buggering him into the floor. Harry just closed his eyes, too tired to do much of anything but let his body be used and, even though he had come, he could admit to somewhat enjoying the feel of it, despite the slight burn.

A minute later, Snape finally froze behind him as he came and Harry smiled lazily as a very sweaty Snape fell onto his back, moving his head to the side slightly to let Snape bury his face in his neck. He could feel the pounding of Snape's heart with how closely the man's chest pressed into his back. Snape was heavy and it wasn't very comfortable with so much of the taller man lying on top of him, making it a little hard to breathe. But, at some point, while Snape caught his breath, Harry felt himself drifting off to sleep.

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Author's Note: Another chapter, yay! Severus and Harry are finally bonded! Woot woot! Now, the sex scene sort of disappointed me because I was not confident at all while writing it. I know I've done better (see Lost and Damned), but this situation and their frame of minds were so different than what I'm used to it had to be different and so I think it suffered a bit. That's just me, though, lol. Don't worry if you didn't like it, cause I promise they'll get better! I also know some people might be thinking that the sex happened pretty fast, but it all has to do with the bond and the reasoning behind it will be explained…Maybe in the next chapter, but if not, it will at some point be mentioned and explained lol.

I also wanted to mention that in a review I got on another site for this same story, someone pointed out a lot of issues they have with this story. One big thing was that I don't mention much of the back story in Resistance at all, except for in the Introduction. They mentioned a lot about how no one seems to be suffering still from everything that happened and I tried explaining the best I could, but it has sort of made me want to write a prequel to this fanfic. I might just do that lol and I'll let everyone know if/when I start working on it. Just curious, would anyone be interested in reading something like that?

Anyway, let me know what you think!

Big thanks to my reviewers: Bajagirl, unneeded, and Sabelsilverrain!

And, of course, a big humungo thanks to my beta Dani who makes everything better!
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