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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 Eleven: Apologies and Bonding

The disbelief of Snape's admission was evident in Harry's eyes. He couldn't find the words to express his surprise, so he merely stared at the man across the room. Snape stood with his hand on the mantel and his face directed at the fire dancing within the hearth. Shadows framed his face, highlighting those predatory eyes. Harry's heart was already on high alert from Snape's admission.

"No…" Harry said more to convince himself of it then to repeat it.

Snape looked away from the fire and slumped into the chair. He put his hand to his forehead.

"Yes, Potter. Since tonight has been monumentally full of disclosure, I assume one more would not disrupt it. My instinct was to kill Lucius, but that I was able to control. However, why I forced you in public for every eye to see is a venture I cannot fathom." Snape rubbed his wrinkleless eyes with a sigh escaping his lips. Snape's features were aglow from his post-feeding. Harry could not help but gape at him.

Why couldn't he stay angry? Why was his heart still beating erratically? Snape had admitted he was capable of making rash decisions; but even more so, that he wanted without thought to take Harry. It was that in which Harry was trying his best to envelop his mind around. A small part of him, well, a rather large small part of him hoped it meant Snape felt something for him other than instinct, duty, and responsibility; although, his heart was not satisfied with a hope. He wanted to know the certainty of an emotion greater than that of which he had previous believed.

"I don't understand," he whispered, his breath escaping him.

"What is there not to understand Potter," Snape said pinching the bridge of his nose as he often did when he was exasperated.

Harry bit his lip and groaned inwardly. "I don't understand you at all."

"There is nothing to understand about me Potter," Snape said with his voice laced with condescension. "Your only focus should be that of finding a way of staying out of situations that bring about that behavior."

"It's not my fault," Harry said completely baffled by the man's arrogance to blame Harry for his actions

"Not your fault?" Snape said rhetorically. "You disobeyed my specific instructions to go nowhere alone, and you even went as far as to flee the safety of the Hogwart's castle; it is most undeniably your fault Potter."

"I wasn't the one who shagged my bloody brains out in public with the possibility of someone catching us," Harry said indignantly. He was positively seething. It was just like Snape to turn it on him and blame him for everything that had transpired. He wondered if they would ever truly have an impartial conversation.

Snape looked speechless, but quickly hid behind his usual indifference. "An act in which will not be replicated."

How could Snape dismiss so easily? Harry suddenly felt exposed and dense for ever believing the man capable of anything other than malice. It was the man's existence to cause anyone within hearing distance to wish not to be. Harry could see the conversation spiraling like it had hundreds of times before it. They always ended their conversations in anger.

"I'm sorry," Harry said finally giving into guilt. If it hadn't been for him, they wouldn't be in this situation.

Snape seemed to regard him for a moment before nodding his head. "I should have not used physical violence to express my anger. As such, it was ultimately what drove you to flee. I realize that we often end up in disagreement and it is often due to my admissions."

Harry was astonished that the man could admit fault. He felt a twinge of happiness at this. He smiled and nodded his head.

"I guess we both lose our heads," he said feeling relief that maybe one day they would have more than civility between them. Could he hope for possible comradeship?

"As it is late, I will retire and you should do the same Mister Potter." Snape bowed, something not often done, and turned to do just that. Harry watched him go, a silence hanging between the door and where he stood. Was this the possible end of all their disagreements and a step towards friendship? A boy could dream.

He contorted his face into a grin at the word friendship. Somehow, it just did not fit the man. However, he still hoped for it. Free to hope, he thought timidly. He then made his way into his room to tucker in for a night possibly filled with a certain potion's professor. Tomorrow night was, after all, their bonding.

Harry awoke feeling somewhat tired but all together relieved that the night previous did not end badly. He rose from the bed, tossing on some fresh clothes that he had packed into the dresser near the bed. Fitting his spectacles to his face, he left the room and was met with a formally dressed professor.

Snape was wearing his house-color dress robes, adorned in silver embroidery snaking its way from the trims of the bottom seems all the way to his shoulders. His hair hung loose, glinting brilliantly in the sun with touches of silver intermixed with onyx. Snape's face was smooth like silk and tempting to touch. Harry refrained from staring too long.

"Why are you dressed up?" He said with a confused brow.

Snape corrected himself, stiffening his back and upturning his nose. "Bonding is regarded as a ceremony, Mister Potter. Thus, one must dress appropriately. Gather a few days worth of clothing and items as well."

"Oh," Harry said with a look to his own clothes. "I'll just go grab those then."

He quickly went to his room and pulled out the dress robes he had bought the year before as well as packed away what he could in his trunk. He pulled on his dress robes as quickly as he could without harming them and then met Snape at the door, sizing his trunk and placing it in his pocket.

"I thought the bonding was going to take place tonight and why do I have to pack for a few days," Harry asked following Snape outside and down the hall towards the outside grounds.

"The Headmaster has requested it be done off grounds and thus, we must meet him at the cottage he has specified. He believes it will be much easier for the latter of the bonding to be completed without the possibility of interruption. We will apparate once outside of the grounds and be staying a total of three days. The Headmaster has left notes with all your professors and appointed a substitute to temporarily teach my classes. As to the bonding and when it shall take place, the Headmaster has made it clear that he wishes to do it as soon as possible. After hearing of our confrontation with Lucius Malfoy, he has determined this morning to be more suitable."

They finally made it to an appropriate apparating spot. Snape held out his hand to Harry in which he grabbed quickly. The world spun and Harry felt his stomach protest. They landed easy enough, but Harry, having done it only a few times before, lost the contents of his stomach.

The cottage sat near a cliff overlooking the ocean. He wondered idly what ocean they were near, but decided it unimportant. The walls of the cottage were decorated in vines that snaked up the sides bearing flowers the color of the sunlight. When they entered the hallway, the little cottage became an elegantly big hallway. Obvious magic in place, the space was wide enough to fit an entire herd of people. Harry followed Snape into the living area and then up the stairs. Paintings of all sorts lined the walls as they walked further down the hallway to a room sitting just at the end. The room was quite large and harbored a king-sized bed towering with sheer linens that draped at each of the four posts at the corner of the bed.

Harry watched Snape set his trunk to the side of the bed and motioned for Harry to do the same.

"We're staying in the same room?" Harry said in disbelief.

"It would be hard to complete the bonding otherwise Potter." Snape said sarcastically.

"But…" he said despite setting the trunk down as instructed.

"Be sure to understand this Potter. We are not bonding for a day, or a week. This bond that we are subjecting to is a lifelong and permanent partnership. Once done, it cannot be undone." Snape watched Harry intently seeming to search for something.

"Oh," he said unable to think of anything more to say. He knew what the bond meant, but he was sure that Snape wouldn't want him near him despite it. Snape had always required his space, and they did not share rooms at Hogwarts. "So for tonight, we will have the same room?"

"Unless you wish to make that permanent as well," Snape said with a smirk touching his lips.

Harry thought for a moment. He wouldn't mind being able to see Snape sleep every night. He was already doomed to an eternity of heartbreak and heartache. How much more could sleeping next to the man do to his already shattered hopes? It might do to cheer him up, but Harry was sure that it wasn't an offer.

Despite wanting to be near the man, he knew that it would never be something he could. He shook his head, turning away to hide his look of disappointment.

"The Headmaster and Professor McGonagall will arrive shortly. Until then, I suggest you have a meal as it will be a long day." Snape left the room.

Harry stood watching the door Snape had left through. It was comical that the man most feared at Hogwarts was going to be bonded with not to mention everyone's savior, but his most despised student. It was even more comical that Harry would be the one to fall in love and live out a life of misery. Again, it was ironic that he would ever love anyone, especially someone like Snape.

When Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall arrived, Harry was sitting in the kitchen eating a biscuit, and Snape was sitting in the living area reading another one of his potion's books.

"Ah, good to see you arrived well," Dumbledore said stepping in and giving his famous smile. Professor McGonagall did not, however, look at all pleased with being there. She wore a stern look, but said nothing. Harry finished his biscuit and joined them in the living area. Dumbledore was sitting down on the couch next to McGonagall, and Snape was sitting in an arm chair just adjacent to them. Harry chose the arm chair directly across from Snape.

"Well shall we begin," Dumbledore said giving Harry a long smile. "I've brought everything that is necessary. Minerva, would you be so kind as to stand next to Harry."

She rose and stood directly next to Harry. Harry and Snape both stood. Dumbledore took his place next to Snape and directly across from Harry. He was holding a small book in his hands.

"Harry and Severus please take one step forward and take each other's right arm."

The both took a step forward and clasped middle arm of each one's right. Harry locked eyes with Snape and Dumbledore began to read in what he only suspected to be an old language. A trail of gold and silver snaked through their arms, swirling through and around each other. Magic sparked from where their hands touched.

"Both of you must repeat after me," Dumbledore said while looking upon the page he was reading from. "Davious dran crates be non tarez."

Harry repeated along with Snape the verse read. The magic glowed brightly clashing in between them.

"Serius dran crates vinon betarez."

Both Harry and Snape spoke in sync leading to another explosion of magic between them. Harry watched the glory of colors between them. The beauty was enough to make anyone almost speechless. He reminded himself to finish the sentence.

"Novalee tre be non tarez neef."

After they repeated the verse, a great light shown through them and the magic sparked for a final time before fading and leaving the markings of the bond. Harry could feel the new energy surging inside his skin. The course of magic made his toes tingle. He found Snape gazing at him in a way that he could not completely understand. Snape seemed to be at a loss for words.

Professor McGonagall gasped, and Harry was suddenly aware that something was different.

"Ah well, it is good to see that the first part of the bond is completed," Dumbledore said unchanged from his previous smile.

"Headmaster, Mister Potter's appearance…"

"Is greatly changed? Yes, the bond with a vampire gives the bond mate the beauty to match their own. Harry will be required to use a masking spell to hide his new physique, but otherwise, all is well." Dumbledore did not seem quite as speechless as the other two. Snape was looking at him with hints of astonishment in his eyes.

"What happened to my face?" Harry said quickly. He turned to look in a mirror only to gasp in his own surprise. His features glowed with smooth, silk-like porcelain skin. His emerald eyes glittered like a jewel in water. His lips were pink and plump like strawberries. He black hair fell near his eyes like black strands of silk. He removed his spectacles since they blurred his vision. He didn't need spectacles? He turned to look at the others.

"My vision," he started.

"Is perfect now," Dumbledore finished. "One of the many advantages of being bonded with a vampire, but alas, it is time for Professor McGonagall and me to depart. You and Severus have much to do. We will chit-chat later, my boy." Dumbledore ushered McGonagall to the door, her eyes still full of astonishment. She didn't seem to protest when they left without another word.

Harry felt suddenly uncomfortable as he looked on his new features. He finally turned and answered Snape's gaze with his own. Snape moved towards him until finally he reached him.

"I was unaware of the physical attributes you would gain in the bonding," Snape said almost too quiet for Harry to hear if not for the man being two inches away from him.

"I guess it's something we will just have to live with," Harry said with a small smile. He wasn't completely disappointed with his new features and certainly not with the way that Snape looked at him.

"Indeed," Snape said with a smirk touching his lips.

Harry felt his stomach turn and his heart rate increase as Snape continued to stare him over like a painting. He breathed in deeply letting his eyes fall shut. The air became increasingly dizzying. Snape's breath touched over him like a wave of electricity.

"You look positively delectable," Snape said in a low, silky voice.

Harry swallowed leaning his head back and letting out a shaky breath. He felt the man press his fingertips to his lips, tracing them slowly and then trailing them down to his neck. His breathing came faster, and he felt Snape lean in.

"We have to finish the bonding," Harry heard himself say in a quiet voice.

Snape's movements continued. "Indeed."

Harry opened his eyes to be caught by those of his professor's. Snape eyes danced with lust and hunger. It was like he had never seen before. Every emotion he had ever felt for the man burned his insides on their way up his throat. He shifted backwards, trying to pull away from the strength of heat that hung between them.

Snape was upon him, grabbing him up in one fluid movement. Harry was pressed fully against Snape, and then lips were on his, prying them open and possessing them all within heartbeats. Harry was breathless, pressing his hands against the man's chest and matching his vigor. They were walking backwards. Harry would stumble every now and then, but finally Snape pulled him into his arms and carried him up the steps and down the hallway.

If he weren't so caught in his passion, he would have been embarrassed. As it were, all he could think of was getting to where bliss and heat were all he felt.

Snape dropped him to the bed. He removed his cloak and remaining clothes. Harry watched in awe as each bit of skin that was exposed set a new fire within his own. His heart hammered within his chest while Snape snaked over him pulling away the offending clothes.

Finally, when the lay with their bodies heaving and their arousals touching, Snape whispered just above his ear.

"Devif tarez comut nute."

Before Harry could comprehend what was happening, Snape's fangs and arousal were penetrating him, sending him reeling back in surprise. He arched as the sensations rippled through him. Magic sparked and he burned beneath the body pushing into him. Fire-like waves of pleasure coursed through him and sent him streaming through a monologue of curses.

Snape was drinking him, driving into him with each suck and pull of his flesh. He cried out as Snape pushed deeper, claiming every inch of him. He was maddened to the point of insanity. He felt himself reaching, grabbing at his climax until it rolled over him like a wildfire, spreading from below and enveloping him in painful pleasure.

"SNAPE," he cried out feeling his body jerk and quiver beneath the man.

Snape filled him whispering the incantation once more. Sparks of gold and silver danced around them. Finally, the lights faded. Snape pulled out of him and rolled to his side. For moments, they lay in silence, their breathing the only thing between them. He felt light-headed, but in the most amazing way. He wished the moment could last forever.

Snape sat up and quickly put on his signature robes. Harry watched him, vaguely remembering a dream like this. The way the man moved reminded him of the night he had drank too much. Though he had thought it a dream, he could see now that it hadn't been.

"What…" Harry began though slowly.

"I have grading to attend to," Snape said in short.

"But…we…I mean, can't you just stay." Harry couldn't help the words leaving his mouth. He felt despair tremor through him. He didn't want to lead on to his true feelings, but the idea of not being able to at least enjoy one moment felt like it would only prove he would forever be lonely.

"I can read your thoughts," Snape said turning on Harry. "I felt it courteous that I remove myself to allow you to think freely."

Harry felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He was speechless and petrified. He had completely forgotten that Snape would most likely be able to read his mind. He felt like crying, and he felt like running away. He would never be able to think without worrying.

Snape watched him. and Harry was surprised to see a hint of empathy within the man's dark obsidian orbs. For Snape to pity him, he must truly be pathetic. Now that everything was freely known since his mind had run rapid after the mind blowing shag, he didn't feel he had anything he could hide. It seemed though that Snape was trying his best to not respond to what he was obviously hearing.

Harry felt a rush of frustration hit him. "Guess there's no reason for you to leave then."

Snape regarded him for a moment before sitting beside him. "I am not one for sympathetic speeches Potter, but I am not, as unbelievable as it is, heartless. I will do my best to respect and block your thoughts. I, too, am trying to get a grasp on what has taken place."

Harry couldn't believe that Snape was talking to him, and even going as far as to comfort. It was a new side to his professor that he felt honored to be able to see. He was sure that Snape spent his life putting up walls to keep anyone from seeing his true emotions, or to let on that he even had any. It seemed a euphoric moment that would probably never repeat itself.

"As we are to spend the next short years of our lives together, I have deemed it beneficial that we do get to know each other as it would help alleviate some of our moments together from not turning into a series of arraignments under misunderstood pretenses." Snape seemed to question his own words before giving Harry a quick look.

"Okay," Harry said shortly. He could not read the man's thoughts, but he was sure it was for the best. His body hummed in its post-shag and post-bond state. He felt sated in a way he had never felt before.

"Does that mean that you might actually start telling me stuff about yourself sir?" Harry said sheepishly grinning.

"A verdict I presumed would happen on its own being that we will be living in close proximity," Snape said his voice low as it had been before. His gaze was not its usual masked one. Instead, it held a certain contentment that Harry too shared.

"Draco Malfoy would be completely jealous if he knew," Harry said with a small laugh. It would definitely surprise the platinum blond Slytherin that Harry Potter, of all people, was Snape's blood bond not to mention in love with him.

"No one is to know," Snape said sternly.

"I know. I know. I just thought it would be a laugh to see him get green with envy and such," Harry replied in a nonchalant way.

The air between them had changed. It felt much like it would if you were having a conversation with a cherished friend. Snape looked relaxed and his feature showed it.

Harry was happy that they could at least be around each other and not be yelling. He watched as Snape looked to the clock on the opposite wall. He stood from the bed.

"As I said earlier, I have papers to grade, so I will leave you to your thoughts." Snape's eyes hinted at hearing too much of what Harry had been thinking. Harry felt a blush overcome him. He had done it again. He had thought too much in Snape's direction. It was going to take time to train himself to not think around the man.
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