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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hey guys! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story! I love you all so much! Keep the reviews coming. I'll go ahead and answer some questions from my reviews:

unneeded: The way that I write Draco makes him much less of a prat. This part, I didn't write in, and I'm sorry if it confused anyone, Draco had called for his father, but that's not who he got. But it wasn't Draco that gave Snape up.

TalisRuadair: It has a little to do with the bond, but he is at least bisexual. There are some things that not even Dumbledore can keep from the Ministry, especially if he thinks it has compromised his “secret weapon” if you will against Voldemort.

Chapter 10

"Do you still think that we shouldn't go to Dumbledore? It looks serious, Harry," Hermione fretted.

"Yes, Hermione, I'm sure. I'll get it taken care of, on my own. I don't need to bother the teachers with this. It's not as bad as it looks," Harry said, trying to convince her.

"Not as bad as it looks? Harry, it's... oozing. At least let Madame Pomfrey look it over."

"No, she'll just go to Dumbledore, and I can take care of this on my own. I mean it.”

“I- if you say so. I still think we should-”

“I said no, Hermione.” This time, Harry's voice was firm enough to silence her protests. He didn't like the look on her face, but at least she wasn't arguing anymore. They walked the rest of the way in silence. Harry had managed to lay his shirt back down over the weeping mark as they got to the door. It hurt like hell, but at least it wasn't just hanging out there any more. Hermione was still giving him worried looks, but she didn't bother continuing to argue with him. Harry pulled his sweater closed over the dampness left by the bloody mark. With a final glare at Hermione, he walked into the infirmary and up to Madame Pomfrey.

“Yes, Mr. Potter, how can I help you today?” Madame Pomfrey asked pleasantly.

“I had a bit of an accident in Potions today,” Harry explained as he held out his hand. Madame Pomfrey gasped when she saw it.

“Go sit on that bed there. I need to grab something. Miss Granger, you may return to class. I'll have Mr. Potter fixed up in no time,” she promised. Hermione hesitated. “Miss Granger. He will be good as new in just a few moments. There is no need for you to wait for him. He'll be back to class within the half hour. Go on. This is not as bad as it looks.”

“See, Hermione, it's like I told you. Just go tell Professor Snape that I'll be back shortly, please?” Harry added. Hermione glared at him when Madame Pomfrey turned her back, but she finally obeyed and left Harry with Madame Pomfrey.

As promised, Harry's burn was treated quickly enough. Madame Pomfrey proclaimed him healthy with a smile and he quickly got to his feet. “Thanks, Madame Pomfrey. I should be getting back to class. Don't want to leave Hermione to do all the work on our potion.”

“Yes, Mr. Potter. Do try to be more careful. I do not want to see you back for a repeat treatment,” she admonished him. Harry laughed weakly and nodded. “Run along then.”

Harry thanked her again and managed to get out of the room without running. As soon as the door closed behind him, he took off at a dead sprint for the nearest empty room. Gasping, he tore his jacket open and pulled his now soaking shirt away from his skin. He fell to his knees. Tears sprang instantly to his eyes and he vomited from the pain, but that did nothing to decrease it. Not knowing what to do, but unwilling to move from his current position, Harry knelt, staying as quiet as he could while crying and trying desperately to breathe.

The door swung open behind him, and Harry hunched over to try to conceal the mark. A light hand touched his shoulder and Hermione knelt down beside him. “Harry... are you alright?”

Harry looked up at her and tried to nod, but he knew it wasn't convincing. He must look a mess, with his tear-stained face and little bits of vomit stuck to the shirt that he was holding carefully away from his chest. Hermione's expression told him exactly how bad it was. “I just need a minute. I'll be alright.”

“No, Harry, you won't. Please, let me help you.” The offer was more than tempting, but he couldn't let her. Snape would be furious enough that he had let her find out.

“I'm not telling the teachers. That's out of the question,” Harry said flatly. Hermione shook her head.

“I figured that. You're too stubborn to do what's best. But right now, all we need to do is get you back to the common room. I'm going to give you a bloody nose so they won't ask about the blood on your shirt. I'll tell Professor Snape that Madame Pomfrey sent you to rest,” she offered.

“I've got detention before Quidditch. I shouldn't miss that” Harry protested.

“I know, but you should have a clean shirt. We'll use the bloody nose to get you up to your room and changed. Then, if you're feeling better, you can go to your detention and then Quidditch. You just need to promise me that you'll be careful. What happens if you fall off your broom onto that thing?”

“I'll be careful, I promise. You need to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this. Please, Hermione, it's important,” Harry replied. Hermione nodded and pulled a small wrapped candy from her pocket.

“Here. I got this from Fred and George. This half will give you the nosebleed, this half will stop it. I made them show me which was which before I took it,” she said as she pressed it into Harry's hand. He smiled and took the appropriate half of the sweet, taking care not to mix them up. On cue, his nose became a fountain of blood and Hermione reached over to cup her hand under it. “Come on. You're already bleeding. You shouldn't bleed for very long or you'll risk losing too much blood.”

Harry nodded and managed to get back to his feet. He still held the fabric of his shirt away from his chest. “If anyone asks, I don' like da wet...”

“Right. Lets go.” Hermione started guiding him toward the door. They had to go slow, because Harry was still in a lot of pain.
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