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CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Severus knew something was very wrong the moment he woke up. He wasn’t in his bedroom nor was he even in a bed! With a grunt, he forced himself to open his eyes, glaring down at the carpet he had slept on. What on earth had possessed him to sleep on the floor of all places? He didn’t dare move, already knowing what soreness was waiting for him when he did so. After forcing himself to blink, he had to resist the urge to close his eyes and go back to sleep. Having to use more energy than he cared to, he then forced himself to roll over onto his back, glaring around the area he soon realized was his living room. After another few seconds of looking around, he realized that the large lump laying beside him was one Harry Potter and all Severus could do with the realization was stare at the boy as the events of the previous night came flooding back into his mind.

Bloody hell.

He had fucked the bloody Boy Who Lived! Buggered Lily’s son, the son of the love of his life, right into his living room floor. That was beyond messed up. What had come over them? Those feelings of lust and need were unnatural. Had it been because of the bond? Severus couldn’t remember any of the others jumping each other’s bones when they bonded. Unless something else had caused it. He would have to talk to Dumbledore about it after the meeting later because what had taken place was not normal in the slightest and it was certainly not due to any true attraction on his part or Potter’s. Of everything, Severus was at least comfortable in that fact.

Right. They had a meeting to get to. That was a safer subject to focus on than dwelling over the strange happenings of the night before. Severus braced himself before sitting up, cringing slightly in the aches that tore through his body. He was too old to be sleeping on the floor in such a manner and to be shagging people the way he had Potter last night. It was nothing Severus couldn’t handle though. He worked as a Death Eater and a spy so he had taken the Cruciatus Curse enough times to not be bothered much by a bit of stiffness in his body. It was nothing a potion wouldn’t fix.

He could worry about that later. First thing was first; he had to get dressed. He wasn’t willing to deal with waking Potter up in his current state of undress. After getting to his feet, he walked slowly to the front door where his robes from yesterday were laying and berated himself for leaving his wand lying about in such a way. He pulled the wand from his robes then walked to his bedroom, dumping them into his laundry hamper and pulling fresh clothes out of his closet. It took him a half hour to get ready, including a quick shower, getting dressed, brushing his teeth and hair before he deemed himself presentable enough to wake up Potter so he could kick him out of his house.

Back in the living room, Severus used his wand to turn on the lights and glared down at the sleeping naked boy. He looked highly uncomfortable, no happier with the floor as a bed than Severus had been. He was lying on his stomach, mouth slightly opened with a line of drool dripping out onto the floor. Severus wrinkled his nose at the sight and walked around the boy, pausing to stare down at the boy’s arse. From his crack to the backs of his thighs looked to be dried semen and a small bit of dried blood. It was disgusting but, more than that, Severus couldn’t help but to feel uncomfortable and a bit guilty. Had he really been so rough? So careless? He had been in such a frenzy last night, he must not have prepared him thoroughly enough. Not to mention he did recall going a bit overboard with things and he winced as the memory haunted him.

Grabbing Potter’s hips as tightly as he could, using all of his strength and energy to ram into him as hard as possible. The feel of his heart thumping hard, fast enough to possibly jump right through his ribs and out of his chest. The echo of his grunts, the obscene sound of sweaty flesh slapping into each other, hearing Potter’s moans, whimpers, and pleas…

It was disturbing and he was not getting aroused by the mental image.

And, dear Merlin, the boy hadn’t been a virgin, had he?

Pulling himself from his thoughts and sparing himself from leading to his own insanity, Severus moved forward then gently stuck out his foot to prod the boy. “Potter,” he said firmly. “Potter, wake up!”

“Mmm right. ‘M up,” Potter murmured. His eyes squinted open and he moved to roll over onto his back, immediately hissing in pain, his whole body tensing up in response as he rolled back onto his stomach. “Fuck! What the hell?”

“Language, Potter,” Severus snapped, pleased by the irritation that leaked into his voice. Sadly, the irritation had more to do with feeling any sort of sympathy and guilt towards him rather than actual annoyance towards the irritating brat.

“Snape?” Potter asked in confusion, face twisting up in pain as he pushed himself onto his knees, then standing up on wobbly feet. “What the…oh bugger.”

“Indeed,” Severus said, raising an eyebrow. The boy swayed, his whole body still tight and hunched over, face clearly expressing the excruciating pain he was experiencing. Not only was sleeping on the floor a bad idea but Severus could only imagine what sort of condition his arse was in, especially if he had been a virgin.

“Shite!” Potter said, running his fingers through his messy hair.

“You need to get home to shower and dress before the meeting. It starts in two hours,” Severus instructed, folding his arms over his chest. The sooner Potter was out of his sight, the better. He considered for a moment to let Potter shower here but he could do it just as well in his own home and it was probably better that way. Severus didn’t even want to think about what Lily would think when she saw her son but Severus was confident that Potter wanted his parents to know what happened about as much as Severus did.

“Right,” Potter said coldly, glaring at him. His hands quickly flew to his exposed crotch as he realized he was nude. “Err…My clothes?”

“On the floor by the entrance,” Severus said, stepping back and nodding in the direction. Potter just glanced at it then nodded before heading over there. Potter was limping badly enough that Severus stood on edge, half expecting the boy to fall over at any second. Maybe he should offer the brat a pain potion but something stopped him. He stood silently, staring at the opposite wall as he used his hearing to listen to Potter dress and wait until he heard the boy leave by the closing of his front door.

It was just sex…sex with a student, granted. Sex with someone twenty years his junior. Sex with the son of his worst enemy. Sex with the son of the only woman he had ever loved. Sex with the bloody Chosen One. Sex did not need to be so bloody complicated nor did it need to give him such a headache. Severus finally moved from his spot with this in mind, heading to the small closet that resided next to the door that led down to his laboratory. He stored his potions here, the ones he kept for personal use, and quickly scanned over the phials before selecting one that would manage to relieve the soreness in his body as well as a mild Calming Draught that would, hopefully, help him remain focused and concentrate on getting his notes ready for today’s meeting.

Once the potions were in his system, he pushed Potter from his mind and headed to his office to work.

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Snape was a bloody git! Harry spent his time walking home mentally cursing his potions professor and, sometimes, even muttering some of them under his breath. What else could anyone expect from the man? Harry had only just woken up in a great amount of pain as well as being deeply troubled to discover what all had happened to them after the bonding ceremony. Snape just told him to leave, though, feeling filthy and in incredible pain! Merlin, he just wanted to lie down until everything stopped hurting. He felt as though someone had set the end of a broom on fire and then shoved it all the way up his bum! Every step he took, every slight shift of his body, shot that burning sensation through him again. That was bad enough without the stiffness in his neck, the cramps in his arms and legs, as well as the throbbing of his temple. Bloody hell, everything hurt and everything he did caused something discomfort.

He was in too much pain to really think of anything and the shock was still too strong for him to fully accept the fact that not only had he bonded himself completely to Snape but he had lost his virginity to the man! Sex with the greasy dungeon bat. Harry shuddered and tried not to think about how good it was. Fucking shite, the memories needed to go away! The images seemed to be burning themselves into his mind and he didn’t approve of it one bit! He would actually be much happier if he could forget. Maybe he could ask Snape to completely Obliviate him after the meeting later. That option was preferable to dealing with this the rest of the day or even longer.

The limp in his walk wasn’t as bad when he walked into his house but it was still enough for everyone to notice.

“Oh my God, Harry, what happened?” Lily cried, flying out of the kitchen to pull her son into her arms. Harry cringed and hissed in pain.

“Merlin, are you alright, Harry?” Hermione asked from the couch, setting down the latest Daily Prophet and coming up to stand by them.

“Harry’s back?” called James’s voice from upstairs and a few seconds later he had joined them.

“Harry got laid!” Grace exclaimed giddily, skipping downstairs after her father.

“Not now, Grace!” Lily snapped. She glowered at her daughter until the smirk faded from Grace’s face and she seemed to slump a bit. Lily then held Harry slightly away from her to look at him anxiously. “Where were you? Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m fine, Mum. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know anything,” Harry said nervously, trying to break through the pain enough to focus and come up with a decent story. He very well wasn’t going to tell them he bonded with Snape or that they had sex! “Err…Neville needed help with personal issues, like I told you, so I went to his house. He was really upset, though, so I tried to get his mind off of things and we tried flying around. But it was dark and we weren’t being careful and he accidentally knocked me off of my broom,” Harry lied. “His grandmother helped patch me up a bit and let me sleep on their couch, but it still hurt a lot this morning. I just need to take something else for the pain and go take a long shower or something.”

“Oh, Harry. You need to be more careful,” Lily sighed, giving him another hug. “You should have sent word.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Harry apologized, feeling bad for making her worry especially since he hadn’t actually been in any danger. Unless people died during sex. From how bad he felt right now, he almost had to question if that could actually happen.

“Calm down, Lils. He’s alright. And he’s seventeen, he doesn’t have to check in with us for everything,” James said, patting her shoulder, though he was frowning and looking at Harry with the same concern his wife did.

“He’s still my son and I need to know that he’s okay! There’s a war going on out there, James!” Lily snapped. “It’s bad enough that he feels responsible for everyone and everything! How are we supposed to know he didn’t decide to go hunt down Death Eaters?”

“Erm…I’ll let you know before I start killing people,” Harry promised, trying to make light of the situation. It was hard to do when he was starting to feel dizzy in this throbbing pain and wanted nothing more than to just relax. “Look, I’m fine and I’m sorry for worrying you. Can I go take a shower? And do we have any pain potions? Please?”

“Oh, right,” Lily said, running her fingers through his messy hair. “I’ll go get you one and then you go get cleaned up. Don’t forget, the meeting’s in less than two hours now! Your first one.”

“Yeah, I know,” Harry said with a grin. It was only what he had been looking forward to since he was fifteen when the Order of the Phoenix had come back together. He and Neville both were being inducted into the group today. It really was too bad that such a monumental occasion was to be ruined by awkwardness with Snape and having to reveal he had lied to his parents about where he was. They were going to have to learn about his bond sooner or later and Harry had a feeling that this meeting was going to be it. At least they’d have to deal with hearing it in front of a group full of people and that should, hopefully, make it easier on him.

“Mum, are you sure I can’t go to the meeting?” Grace asked, following Lily as she walked to where they stored their potions.

“Grace, you’re staying here and that’s final!” Lily called out.

Harry snorted and shook his head. Hermione frowned at him and stepped closer. “You really were at Neville’s last night?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry sighed. “No,” he admitted. “But I can’t tell you just yet, you’ll find out at the meeting.”

Hermione clucked, looking like she might want to say something though she kept her mouth closed. He shot her a look, pleading with her not to mention his lie until he had the chance. She said nothing when Lily returned to hand Harry his potion, instead, returning to the couch to continue reading her paper. Harry let a few drops of the potion fall into his mouth before heading upstairs to shower. He really wasn’t looking forward to having to tell his parents the truth but refused to spend his last couple of hours before the meeting worrying over it either.

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“The first order of business for today will be to welcome two new members into our fold,” Dumbledore announced once everyone was present in the dining room they normally used for Order meetings.

Harry tried not to grin like an idiot but it was exciting. He had wanted this for so long and here he was, finally becoming an official Order of the Phoenix member! This was much better than being part of Dumbledore’s Army his fifth year. This was real and, now that he was seventeen, he could participate; helping out with this cause and, hopefully, that meant he could destroy Voldemort once and for all soon enough. Dumbledore would have to let him take part of hunting down the Horcruxes more now! Harry fought his grin and shifted in his seat. The pain potion had helped though his bum was still a bit uncomfortable and shot a sharp pain through him if he moved a certain way.

“Neville Frank Longbottom, do you swear to uphold the ideals of the Order of the Phoenix, to dedicate your time and talents to our cause, and strive to overcome the darkness of our world for the greater good, so help you Merlin?” Dumbledore said in a professional tone.

“I-I swear,” Neville said nervously.

Dumbledore nodded and turned to Harry. “Harry James Potter, do you swear to uphold the ideals of the Order of the Phoenix, to dedicate your time and talents to our cause, and strive to overcome the darkness of our world for the greater good, so help you Merlin?”

“I swear,” Harry agreed eagerly.

Dumbledore smiled. “Very good, then. Now, has anyone brought any news for us?”

Severus stood and recounted the latest Death Eater meeting for everyone. Voldemort was hoping to have one of the Death Eater’s children kill Dumbledore that year, preferably Draco Malfoy, and he had various people working within the Ministry in hopes of taking down that plan. Unfortunately, as trusted as he was, Severus didn’t have all of the details regarding the workings of the Ministry. Kingsley and Tonks were then called upon to provide any useful information about odd behavior in any Ministry workers before giving their planned announcements. Scrimgeour was having them waste so much time going after anyone that gave even the slightest hint of having a dark side and accusing them of being Death Eaters instead of letting them focus on actually trying to find the real Death Eaters. There were many complaints on that end of things and they strategized a bit, trying to find ways of convincing Scrimgeour to calm down then actually do his job instead of worrying about his public image. They weren’t very hopeful; Scrimgeour was proving to be only a slightly better alternative to Cornelius Fudge.

There was talk over various alliances concerning different groups, the biggest points being the giants. Arthur and Molly told of Charlie’s recent letters revealing how he was doing with recruiting wizards, witches, and other creatures from other countries.

“Maybe we should see if Charlie can bring some dragons over for us to use,” Ron joked.

That was a mistake.

“Ronald Weasley, you should know better than that!” Molly snapped.

“No one can really control dragons very well, not even the dragon tamers. Not enough to actually make them useful in a fight. They would hurt us as much as they would the enemy,” Marlene McKinnon pointed out.

Hermione joined the discussion pointing out the flaws in the thinking. She did point out that if they could tame the dragons enough, they would be in good shape. Dragons were volatile and dangerous as well as illegal to have in the country without strict licensing. They were better off remaining in the dragon reservation in Romania. She ended her little speech with a comment about not needing to use poor creatures in their war that did not have a say in the matter, leaving Ron gaping at them.

“Blimey, it was a joke!” Ron exclaimed.

“Now is neither the time nor place to joke about such things, Ronald!” Molly fussed.

“Ah, let us resume our meeting, shall we?” Dumbledore suggested, an amused glint in his eyes. “Do we have any other matters to discuss?”

Everyone began looking around, waiting for someone to speak up. Harry sat up in his seat more and glanced uncertainly to Snape just as the man was looking away from him. Should they or shouldn’t they announce this? Maybe this was something they should have talked about beforehand, Harry thought. He could always wait and ask Snape and they could announce it later, right? Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, feeling anxious. Hermione looked ready to raise her hand and Harry was relieved. As Hermione moved her hand, though, Neville spoke up.

“Erm,” Neville said, clearing his throat. “If there’s nothing else that’s very important, I was actually sort of wondering about this soul mate stuff? Hermione told me some of it and I was curious about it, I thought it might be good to see my own.”

“I have every faith that Miss Granger provided you with much more information than anyone else could have given,” Dumbledore said with a smile and Hermione flushed pleasurably and smiled. “Do you have any specific questions or would you merely like to see who your soul mate is?”

“I…I’d just like to see who it is, sir,” Neville replied.

“Yes. Let’s see,” Dumbledore said. He pulled the necessary quill and inkpot from his robes then set them on top of the stack of parchment that was on the table in front of him. Pushing the pile over to where Neville was sitting, he gave him an explanation as to how it worked. Neville didn’t look too happy about having to prick his finger but he did so without complaint and placed the quill down. Immediately it stood back up and began writing.

The soul counterpart of Neville Frank Longbottom is one Cedric Amos Diggory.

“Oh…erm,” Neville said blushing.

“That’s certainly not a bad match,” Hermione said, glancing over to the parchment from the other side of Neville. Harry glanced at it, too, and envied his friend. Cedric was much better than Snape. Cedric was nicer and better looking. “Don’t worry, Neville. Just because your soul mate is a male doesn’t mean you are gay. And even if you were, that doesn’t matter.”

“Uh…Thanks,” Neville said.

“Who is it?” Bill asked curiously.

“Cedric Diggory,” Neville replied.

“Not a bad looking bloke,” said Fred.

“Nice fellow,” agreed George.

“I’m sure he’ll treat you right,” Fred continued.

“Think about it,” said George.

“You could be stuck in a situation like our dearest Harry and Hermione,” Fred said.

“And our poor darling sister,” George went on.

Harry snorted and glanced to Snape who was busy glaring at the twins. Molly glowered at them, as well. “Behave!” she hissed at them, sending an apologetic look Snape’s way.

“What? It’s the truth!” the twin said in unison.

“What about them?” Neville asked.

Hermione sighed. “My soul mate is Draco Malfoy.” She waited but when Harry said nothing she rolled her eyes. “And Harry’s is Professor Snape. Ginny also got Blaise Zabini, I believe.”

“Oh wow,” Neville said, eyes growing wide before glancing to Harry with sympathy, his eyes flickering nervously to Snape only for a moment.

Harry felt like he should say something and turned to Snape. The man nodded encouragingly and Harry frowned and felt his stomach drop. He didn’t want to do this. But, maybe, just getting it out of the way would be better, like ripping off a band-aid. His heart was beating a little harder now so Harry took a deep and calming breath. Hermione looked ready to say something again though, so he stopped. Hermione stopped, as well, and looked at him curiously before nodding encouragingly. Not her, too! Harry had promised she would learn the truth at the meeting, though. Besides, if his announcement was the last thing discussed at the meeting, it would be worse. Hopefully, Hermione would still have something to say whenever he was done.

“So…umm…we erm…we bonded last night,” Harry said quickly and nervously. He spoke directly to Dumbledore, not wanting to really see everyone else’s reactions.

For several long seconds the room was completely silent. Then James Potter spoke, his voice low and serious in a way that promised trouble. “What?”

Lily’s eyes were wide as she looked from her son to her best friend. “S…Severus?”

Snape looked in Lily’s general direction though he didn’t really seem to look at her. “He wished to bond last night and I agreed. He is seventeen and I saw no problem with it.”

“You both knew we didn’t like the idea,” Lily said, struggling to keep her voice calm.

“This isn’t your decision, Mum,” Harry replied, struggling as much as his mother to keep the irritation out of his voice. It was his life and he could do what he wanted! He was of age now, they couldn’t stop him from doing anything. It was his responsibility to go out and fight this fight then do everything he could to defeat Voldemort so they could win this war. Performing the Soul Bond with Snape was a promising way of helping that along. She knew it! They all knew it! But they wanted to deny him that because they were scared because they didn’t want him to go out there and risk his life. They didn’t see that it wasn’t an option, that he had to. He loved that they cared about him and he understood their issues but they couldn’t just control him this way! He had at least waited until he was of legal age.

“We talked about this, son,” James said, voice tight.

“Yeah, we did, and you both knew how I felt about this. I’m seventeen now,” Harry reminded them.

“Did you even think this through, Harry?” James snapped.

“Of course I did! I had two bloody weeks to think about it because you wouldn’t let me do it right away!” Harry retorted, clenching his fists under the table.

“Harry, do not raise your voice at your father that way,” Lily warned.

“Stop treating me like a child!” Harry snapped.

“Stop acting like a child!” Lily shot back, glaring at him in a way Harry had rarely seen directed at him and was usually saved for Grace in her worst behavior. Harry cringed internally and felt the urge to back down but he forced himself to remain sitting tall.

“Harry, he’s a Death Eater!” James cried.

“James,” Dumbledore said, voice a quiet warning.

“James!” Lily hissed, though it was half-hearted compared to all of the other times Harry had heard her defend Snape. Harry glanced to his teacher, his face as blank as ever and not bothering to spare any of them a glance though the eyes of everyone else in the room were on them.

Harry turned back to glare at his father. “If we’re going to judge everyone based on their past mistakes, I don’t really think you’d like what people have to say about you,” he said darkly.

James blinked, completely taken aback by the comment. He looked as though Harry had punched him in the face. Sirius looked just as stunned as his best friend did while Remus and Lily both gazed between father and son sadly. Ron, Hermione, and Snape all kept their gazes elsewhere. Dumbledore frowned. Everyone else looked lost.

Fifth and sixth year, Harry had had Occlumency lessons with Snape. They were horrible and they hadn’t warmed Harry to the man at all. But Harry had seen glimpses of Snape’s memories, including awful ones about Harry’s father. James and Sirius had been bullies, Peter had encouraged it, and Remus had sat back and did nothing about it. Harry had confronted them all about it. They admitted to having been rotten in their younger years, but that they had changed and weren’t those same people anymore. Harry had lost a lot of respect for them both after the incident though that didn’t change how much he cared about them all. Snape’s terrible mood also helped him forgive his father and godfather a lot faster.

“Such personal matters would be best discussed in private,” Dumbledore suggested. “Is there anything else?”

Harry was glad he had chosen to sit between Neville and Ron. It kept him separated enough from Snape and his parents to allow him to relax somewhat, though he was still too aware of their presence nearby for his liking. Harry turned his eyes in Dumbledore’s reaction, staring at the wall behind the headmaster and hoped to Merlin Hermione said something.

“I did have something to say,” Hermione said, clearing her throat. “I met with the Malfoys last night.” Many people grew tense and sat up, looking prepared to cut in. Even Harry bravely tore his eyes away from the wall to look at Hermione in surprise. “I wrote Draco Malfoy to discuss our soul mate situation. He has agreed to the Soul Bond though his parents would like to condition that we give Draco some protection from Voldemort and the Death Eaters if we do. It seems they want to keep him away from the war and away from that side of things. They seemed sincere, though I don’t wish to blindly trust them. I think we should talk more with them and give it some consideration. It would be good to at least keep one person from taking the Mark. And, in addition, I would like to think that our bonding would be beneficial to our side.”

“What do you think, Severus? Can we trust the Malfoys?” Dumbledore asked.

“If he thought it would please the Dark Lord, Lucius Malfoy would do anything to stay in his grace because it means safety. Lucius values his life and the life of his family too much to care about the greater good. However, I do believe that he would want to keep Draco from the Mark. He has no love for the Dark Lord anymore and I think if he thought he could get out of it alive, he would have abandoned the Death Eaters long ago. It is a tricky thing but a simple interrogation under Veritaserum can assure us of his truthfulness. If he is honest, Miss Granger does, shockingly, raise a valid point. Keeping Draco from taking the Mark would mean one less person to serve the Dark Lord and one more life to spare. If this Soul Bond does provide anything useful, that would be something else to keep in mind. It is worth trying. I have some Veritaserum in stock, if you would wish to do this soon,” Snape said.

“Yes,” Dumbledore said. “What of Lucius and Narcissa? If we can guarantee their safety, would they abandon their lord?”

“If they believed they would be safe, without a doubt,” Snape agreed.

Dumbledore nodded slowly, lost in thought for a moment. Everyone was watching him expectantly. Mad Eye Moody and a few others looked ready to start arguing if he agreed to it. Hermione simply looked hopeful and Harry sighed as he saw the way Ron was glaring daggers in her direction.

“Hermione, if you would, owl the Malfoys and inquire when would be a good time to meet with them?” Dumbledore asked.

“Of course, professor!” Hermione said eagerly. Since when was she excited about being Malfoy’s soul mate? Harry was going to have to have a talk with her later. Probably after he was yelled at some more by his parents, Harry figured, eying them miserably.

“Very good. Anyth--?” Dumbledore asked.

“You can’t be serious about trusting those Death Eaters, Albus,” Moody cut in.

“No one said we trust them,” Dumbledore explained calmly. “There is no harm in meeting with them.”

“No harm?” Moody spat. “They’re dangerous, the lot of them! It’s a trap!”

“I met with them just yesterday and nothing bad happened,” Hermione argued indignantly.

“Lucky, you are,” Moody said. “That doesn’t change the fact that they are Death Eaters. Why would people like the Malfoys care about soul mates? You know how they are about blood purity! They won’t want their precious, pampered princess to have any connections with a Muggle-born!”

“You underestimate what parents would be willing to do for their children,” Lily said quietly. “They might not be good people but I believe they would have the best intentions where their son is concerned. I can believe they would be willing to do this if it meant Draco’s safety.”

“People like that don’t care about anyone,” Marlene McKinnon argued. She was the only member of her family left and, from her bitter tone, Harry suspected the Malfoys had been involved in the massacre that had wiped out the rest of her family.

“Well, we’ll just see, won’t we?” Hermione argued. “They’ll be given Veritaserum.”

“You don’t think there are ways around that? There are ways around almost everything!” Moody exclaimed.

“We can never be certain of anything,” Kingsley said, though if he was agreeing with Moody or Hermione, Harry wasn’t sure. Actually, Kingsley didn’t seem very sure, himself.

“Alastor, we need to trust in Albus,” Arthur said calmly. “If he thinks that questioning the Malfoys is our best option, then I trust that that’s as such.”

“It won’t be dangerous at all,” Tonks piped up confidently. “We can have loads of people there as protection. Just in case it is a trap.”

“See? I think it would be fine,” Neville said, though his voice was quiet, as though he wasn’t sure he should be volunteering his opinion at all. He seemed to relax at the approving smile Hermione sent him.

“Since you distrust them so much, perhaps you should be there to keep an eye on things, Alastor,” Dumbledore offered.

“Damn right, I’ll be there,” Moody muttered.

“Then it is settled,” Dumbledore said. “Now…Anything else?”

“Yeah,” Ron said, sitting up. “Hannah and I are going to Soul Bond.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Dumbledore replied with a smile, that mad twinkling back in his blue eyes.

“Congratulations, Ronald,” Hermione said stiffly. One look at her and Harry figured that Hermione knew that Ron was doing it just to get under her skin.

“You should make it a double wedding!” George exclaimed.

“It is not a wedding!” Molly reminded them.

“We know, Mum,” Fred said.

“It was a joke!” George assured her.

Molly muttered under her breath about sons who joked about serious matters and Arthur gave her hand a soothing squeeze.

“If that is all, this meeting is adjourned,” Dumbledore said. “Harry, I would like you to stay here if you have a few minutes to spare.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry agreed readily, hoping Dumbledore wanted to discuss the Horcruxes.

Everyone else began filing out of the room, muttering under their breaths. Ron gave him a pat on the back as he walked by and Hermione reached over to squeeze his arm. “Good luck, Harry,” Neville said as he stood. “If you need to get away,” he said, glancing at Lily and James as they walked out, “you’re more than welcome to stay with me and Gran for a while.”

“Thanks, Neville,” Harry said, watching as he left. Finally the door shut with magic and Harry turned, surprised to see that Snape was still there.

“I have something to discuss in private before I take my leave,” Snape said and Harry felt nauseous, already guessing what this was about. He was not really going to involve Dumbledore in this, was he? “About our bond.”

“Yes?” Dumbledore prompted.

“I have noticed in every Soul Bond I have witnessed that once the bond is created there is a very…charged moment…between the pairs,” Snape explained.

Harry thought back to Sirius and Remus, his parents, and then Bill and Fleur. He thought about the fading lights and the intense way they had all stared at each other. In the cases of the latter two, they kissed passionately enough to leave everyone feeling uncomfortable. Why hadn’t he remembered that this morning when he was so worried over what had occurred between Snape and himself? Maybe the other pairs hadn’t run off to shag right away, but maybe it did have something to do with the bond.

“Yes, I have seen that, too,” Dumbledore said, frowning. “What happened?”

“I felt something very strong between Potter and myself at that precise moment,” Snape explained. “When you left, I walked Potter to the door then, when we brushed against each other, the feeling was back and it was stronger. Loathe as I am to admit it, Potter and I had sexual intercourse last night. I believe it had something to do with the bond.”

Harry blanched as Snape confessed to shagging him. Did he have to say ‘sexual intercourse’? Who said that? Dumbledore looked very serious now, glancing to Harry and Harry immediately looked away, not wanting to meet the headmaster’s eyes.

“I am aware this subject may be difficult and perhaps embarrassing, but can you please explain to me a bit more of what happened?” Dumbledore asked.

“It was a pull,” Snape explained. “A very strong pull towards each other. I am aware of the sort of nonsense silly sex-starved women write in their dirty novels but it did feel like…need. Something more than simple lust. I felt as if we had to do it, as though something very big depended upon it.”

“Uncontrollable,” Harry offered, though his face heated up at the confession. He felt both pairs of eyes move to him. “I felt like I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. Like I would just keep going. Did keep going even when it didn’t feel good.” That was possibly the most awkward thing he had ever said in his life, but if it would help Dumbledore figure it out and help keep them from doing it again, he was willing to humiliate himself a bit.

“I agree with Potter’s assessment of things,” Snape added.

“Hmm,” Dumbledore hummed, leaning back in his chair and stroking his beard. “I do have a theory. You and Harry undoubtedly have the worst relationship of any known soul mates I’ve seen. Since the Soul Bond has tied you in many different aspects while you both remain personally opposed to one another, the bond was possibly trying to force you to get along. Since no force on earth can truly create emotions, it possibly drew on anything it could to bring you together. Because of your animosity, it needed something big and, perhaps, the only connection it could bring between you both at this point was physically.”

“If it draws on what is already there, I do not see how it led us to copulate,” Snape said dryly. “I’m hardly attracted to scrawny little boys.”

Harry shot him a glare. Snape not being attracted to him was hardly offensive or bothersome but did he have to make comments like that? “Don’t worry; I’m not attracted to greasy dungeon bats either.”

Snape glared coldly back at him. “Then we’re agreed.”

“That is enough,” Dumbledore said sharply. “You do not have to like each other but you will respect each other. We are all on the same side here.”

“Yes, headmaster,” Snape said sarcastically with a mock bow.

Dumbledore sighed heavily. “This might have been a onetime occurrence but I don’t think it will be. The bond will want you both to be close. You must at least attempt to get along with each other, lest you fall prey to carnal urges once more.”

Carnal urges? Why did people have to make sex sound so weird? Then again, he didn’t think it would make much sense for Dumbledore to say words like shag, bugger, or fuck anyway. Harry shuddered. He did not want to have sex with Snape again!

“In the meantime, you might want to warn Hermione,” Dumbledore said to Harry. “Her relationship to young Draco Malfoy is much the same as yours with Severus. They will likely need to be supervised. But, even then, we can only watch and see what the bond will do to them.”

“Okay,” Harry said. He didn’t really want to tell Hermione that he had shagged Snape, but if he could spare her from having to shag Malfoy, he supposed he owed it to her. She was his best friend.

“If either of you notices any strange occurrences, contact me straightaway,” Dumbledore told them. “Anything could be a product of the bond and we need to know what is happening. If nothing does happen, we’ll at least conduct one meeting between you both before the new term to test it.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said.

“Of course, headmaster,” Snape said.

“Now, I need to speak with Harry,” Dumbledore said. “Unless you have more to say?”

“No, that will be all,” Snape said, looking at Harry in disgust before sweeping out of the room. Harry glared after him.

How on earth were they soul mates, again?

“Now, Harry,” Dumbledore said once the door was closed, swishing his wand to put up Silencing Charms. “Let us discuss the Horcruxes.”

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Author’s Note: Well, there you have it! I hope everyone enjoyed it!

Now I will tell you I started an outline today for my new fanfic, the prequel to Resistance. It will probably be called Escape or Uprising or something of that nature! Be sure to keep an eye on my author’s page if you want to read it because the first chapter will probably be up within the next few days! I actually have lots of ideas for it, so I hope people enjoy it!

Also, writing this chapter reminded me that I need to eventually update the Introduction…I know I probably need to include some details about Harry’s life at Hogwarts up until this point and I will do my best to also get that done at some point this weekend.

Even more importantly, the last chapter got so many reviews! I’m so, so, so, so super happy and I’m especially glad that so many people enjoyed the sex scene! Makes me tempted to stick another one in there soon if people are going to review because of it lol! You guys know I love me some reviews!

Big thanks to: Dark Catalest, unneeded, io_non_ha_paura, Sabelsilverrain, and LeaniaSTL!

To Sabelsilverrain: hehehe. I do have something very particular in mind regarding the mention of romance in soul mates and one particular couple that will make the example, but...That's probably still a good bit away >_>

To LeaniaSTL: you're pretty good ;) lol! And as for my little Dramione...You'll just have to wait and see! I'll try not to make you wait too long for it, though :P

As always, humungo thankies to my lovely beta, Dani!

Up next…more drama for the Potter family! You don’t seriously think they’re just going to drop the issue, do you? ;)

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