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Author’s Note: A big hug to all my adoring fans! I love you guys! Cheers to snarky bastards and their sensitive sides! Sorry about the lagging of this chapter! Life happens…some of you might know I sneak these in with my two adorable young children and a part-time 30 hour a week job at Victoria’s Secret! I’m all kinds of pervert my husband says! (Secretly, he loves that I am but not so much for Snape and Harry)

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Eleven

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How his days were slowly meshing together like a great collage of writhing adolescent boy beneath him—after the boy had maintained control over his appearance of course. Severus all but salivated over the boy’s inability to deny his carnal urges. It was undeniable how feverishly palatable Harry Potter was turning out to be. Frankly, Severus had mind to keep the boy hidden away in this residence and forbid the boy from returning to Hogwarts all together. His possessiveness of the boy proved even more deliberate by the passing hours.

He had made a home within the boy unlike any other he had ever attempted. The addiction was nearly tearing his inner barriers to shreds. Each moment passed with a newfound attraction to the youth the boy explicated to him, and his previous devotion to the boy’s mother almost forgotten entirely. Severus did not even feel the bite of remorse at how easily his long time affection of the boy’s mother eased away like a memory placed high and forgotten on the shelf. Harry had made it impossible for him to think of anything other than protecting the boy from harm that may come to him if his secret were to be known.

Lucius Malfoy had already proven foe in Severus’ opinion. The boy was his whether the other would do well to accept it or try yet again to snake disdainful hands on the boy. Severus had secretly, while the boy had slept, placed charms of every sort in order to detect the boy’s emotions, location, and transformation. He was fortunate the boy did not possess better control over his powers as he would have proved difficult to charm otherwise.

From all in which he had gathered from his immense research, Incumutis creatures were powerful beings that possessed a sort of magic that no wizard could even dream to obtain. After it had been discovered the boy was half of this creature, though his powers not as great were colossal in comparison with the Dark Lord’s. If it were to be known that Harry Potter was not yet trained in his powers, he would surely be taken and enslaved.

Severus watched the boy who had long been asleep beside him, his chest easing up and down in his deep slumber. The younger wizard’s face was softened by his profound calm, only every now and then contorting against a dream before once more returning to its lax state. Fingers clasped loosely at Severus’ arm which was entirely too endearing to the man who made habit of watching the boy sleep. Harry’s long lashes fluttered, black feathers pressed tightly to the bronze flesh that tasted much like the sun; the lashes would flutter just before he would let out a small sigh and relax once more. The boy’s beauty was incomparable to any other Severus had the great fortune of beholding.

Harry shifted, pressing his face and rubbing it into Severus’ chest drawing out a sharp gasp. The boy’s hands settled between them, securely pressed between their opposing abdomens. If he was not already aware of the boy, he would think Harry seducing him, but he could feel the boy’s deep slumber through the connection charm. A smile touched his lips when the thought of bonding with the boy and being able to feel every part of the imp now pressed close against his heaving form. He would have complete ownership of the world’s boy-who-lived.

Harry’s hips slid into his, eliciting another gasp as the boy’s hot flesh caused tremors of need to skim across his. He could feel the steady pumping of his stimulation through his veins. Sighing heavily, he shook his head to his own body’s reaction—who was the hormonal adolescent boy now? In all of his years, not once had another brought about such desire—hot like blood and just as abundant. Another thrust of hips and gradually, he could feel the boy rousing from his sleep in the wake of pleasure.

Severus lightly ran eager fingertips over the boy’s curved spine, feeling the tremor of muscle beneath them. He continued the ascent to the boy’s neck, which had proven quite sensitive and a favored spot, to the boy’s beautiful, silky tresses. The soft, feather-like locks tickled the webs between his long fingers as he roused the boy with his gentle strokes. Severus had always been a stern man—unable to be an expressive, gentle lover. He did his best to show his admiration and adoration for this rascal in his arms, but the boy was often full of fire and brought him several times to his knees with his need of the boy, wanting the boy pleading and begging him for mercy beneath his strong touch.

Severus was not often mild; he enjoyed dominating others and watching them squirm beneath him. Harry, however, made him wish for a tenderness to show the boy that he was capable of giving the adolescent exactly what he yearned for—a love unlike any other.

Harry sighed into his chest, breathing out tepid air that tickled the faint hairs there. The boy’s head moved into his constant play in the messy tangles—much like a purring cat would. Severus chuckled softly as the boy gave him a sheepish grin.

“’s nice,” he murmured.

“How very divulging of you,” he said over a smile.

“I really like how soft and rich your skin is,” Harry revealed, pressing a small kiss to Severus’ chest.

“Are you entertaining that I am posh, Mister Potter?”

“Na,” Harry grinned. “—just that your skin is.”

“One must take care of their body, Mister Potter,” Severus drawled though continuing his ministrations to the sarcastic adolescent’s hair. “Your body is a dwelling of sorts and needs to withstand time.”

“That some sort of proverb, sir?” Harry laughed.

“Sarcastic brat,” Severus said locking his fingers on Harry’s head and jerking it so that their eyes met. “You will need to take your potion.”

Harry massaged his face into Severus’ torso in negation. Growling, Severus pushed the boy onto his back and settled over him. He rocked his hips into the boy, drawing out a small gasp and then a whimper from the emerald-eyed minx beneath him.

“I,” Harry incoherently rambled. “I don’t see a point as to why I need to take in when we aren’t at school.”

“Despite popular belief,” Severus said with another roll of his hips. “I do not spend what little time I am given to indulge myself with lounging about—being in bed all day simply will not do, Harry.”

Hands clasped tightly around his biceps, tepid air between them.

“Blimey,” Harry rasped before his head lolled backwards, and the boy’s legs drew open in a welcoming gesture. Smirking, Severus stalled his teasing of the boy. Harry let out a disappointed huff and attempted to rub himself back into Severus. He merely pulled away from the boy, setting amused eyes on the dark-haired Gryffindor as he watched him struggle.

“Git,” Harry grumbled as he eyed him with a heated glare.

“But yet you let this ‘git’ take you every which way, Mister Potter, even beseeching me for it like a wanton witch.” Severus’ smirk did not fade. Instead, it intensified under the boy’s growing fury. “What would your classmates think if they were to hear of how utterly docile the boy-who-lived became in face of being dominated by the most hated potion’s professor at Hogwarts I wonder?”

“They would wonder what sort of potion you slipped into my tea, you prick!” Harry pushed at Severus, his hands splayed but his action fruitless. Severus had him well pinned under him, his smirk never fading despite his urgings to be gentle with the boy. Severus did not understand his constant need to anger the emerald eyed Gryffindor, but it was an urge much like his undeniable desire for the adolescent.

“Get offa me,” the hoarse growl did nothing to move him, though he absently wondered if he may be ‘digging his own grave’ as the muggles liked to say.

“I will certainly get off Mister Potter,” his lips drawled sensually around the enunciated words. He felt the boy beneath him quiver and a flash of stimulation tainted the boy’s furious gaze. Yes, Harry was a creature of desire; the boy was slowly beginning to lose his hold over the inner beast. Smelling the adolescent, as if the scent would prove his already known assumption, he pushed his naked erection to the puckered entrance. Harry’s head once more lolled backwards as skin grazed skin. One of the many pleasures of having a male partner was being raw and uncontrollable in that tight heat. He had quickly spelled the boy’s entrance and his hard arousal with a lubricating spell before he pushed through the yielding ring of muscle.

He knew their foreplay, though cut short, was not missed by either. The minx beneath him was insatiable and often ready and writhing for Severus to push inside the overwhelming heat. The boy’s channel tightened around him, dragging a rumbling growl from his throat. He sheathed his searing flesh deeper in Harry’s welcoming orifice, hissing his approval as it continued to welcome him all the way to the hilt. Severus wasted no time between as he slammed in and out of the boy, wrenching cries of pleasure and nails to dig into his flexing shoulders. The boy moved with him, slamming his backside down to meet every thrust and the delicious friction was almost Severus’ undoing—almost. Sliding the boy’s legs over his shoulders and angling himself, he changed his direction to seek the boy’s pleasure spot which he found with the first thrust.

“Bloody hell,” Harry cried out. “So good.”

Severus was pleased that the adolescent had maintained control of his transformation, though a bit disappointed at the loss of his favored features—the black feathered wings and entrancing glow of emerald. He felt the perspiration on his body slowly increase with each hard thrust into the delectable body, his desire for the boy only proving to quicken his unrelenting plows. Soon however, Harry was tensing underneath him signaling an impending orgasm which would surely bring about his own. Severus slowed his thrusts, drawing out the inevitable and receiving a rather frustrated grunt by the beautiful boy beneath him.

“Oh Merlin,” the boy’s voice was hoarse from moaning. “Don’t slow down.”

“Patience, Mister Potter,” he said though he found he was having difficulty with his own patience. However, hands slid down from Severus’ shoulder blades to his straining arse to drag his body forward and hard into Harry. Severus pulled the boy’s hands from his behind and pressed them hard into the bed above the brat’s head, holding wrists together in one hand while the other slid down the boy’s raised thigh in a slow, sensual move. “Ever the impatient brat, I see.”

“Ah,” the slightly bemused voice of Albus Dumbledore stiffened his movements. Blasted old man! Barely containing his rage and noticing Harry both attempt to hide his exposed skin with the quick pull of sheets and disappear all together—not that he could much blame the boy—Severus righted himself and quickly spelled their clothing on. Harry’s muffled sigh of relief came from below him. Severus removed himself from the bed, a graceful movement that he prided his ability to remain in control despite his straining erection.

“It seems I have interrupted,” Dumbledore said in an amused tone to Severus’ absolute dismay. The man was positively infuriating. His anger doubled as the old man made no move towards giving them their privacy and simply turned away. “May I speak with you a moment, Severus?”

Recovering his usual demeanor, Severus gave the man a terse nod, “Of course, Headmaster.”

Harry continued to curl into the sheets, obviously humiliated and unwilling to be an active participant in the conversation. Severus regarded this as a cue to take their meeting elsewhere and led Dumbledore to the living quarters to converse and allow the adolescent resurgence from his humiliation. He was sure that could be the kindest gesture he would ever offer the boy.

“I had not received owl you would be coming, Headmaster,” Severus drawled, his face remaining unreadable despite his inner berating of the old coot. He should have made the boy come quickly; the loss of seeing emerald eyed teen drawn back in orgasm, a face contorted into beautiful ecstasy would have made this meeting much less wearisome.

“My excitement superseded the owl, my boy. I do apologize. Forgive an old man for forgetting the ways of youth,” Dumbledore said in mirth. The infuriatingly joyful man made Severus’ mind almost homicidal with ideas. As it often was, Dumbledore had a talent for ruining diminutive moments of tranquility or contentment for Severus. Though the old geezer meant well, it was more often than not that he would impose on Severus’ one small moment to himself—times in which were far between. With their Hogwarts return abidingly close, his leisure time as it were would be fairly limited. Most of his time would consist of insufferable brats incapable of creating a simple potion and student essays in which would be heavily marked with red ink for their lack of understanding and complete incompetence on all matters potions. The thought of returning to it all gave him a great headache, one in which would be a constant friend once they returned.

“Excitement, Headmaster?” His eyebrow twitched though his face remained impassive. He loathed what the man referred to.

“Yes, my dear boy,” Dumbledore almost hopped in glee. Oh it would be a sight to be seen, no doubt. The old man barely walked with ease these days. “It would seem that we have found a wizard in which has much in common with our Harry Potter.”

“Is he too inept at potions and unable to speak in coherent sentences,” Severus said rhetorically though he faintly regarded a twisting in his stomach, warning against what he would not dwell.

Dumbledore chuckled, his ever twinkling eyes dancing with amusement. How Severus would love to wrench that twinkle right from the man’s intolerable eyes. Assuredly, that would make these excruciating meetings with the headmaster a slight more bearable. “Oh Severus, you jest.”

“I assure you, I do not,” Severus drawled.

“The wizard shares dormant blood, much like Harry’s, and has had his share of experiences with the creature’s magical properties. While at the moment he is currently occupied, he has agreed in three months time to meet with us and possibly take Harry on as a charge.” Dumbledore sat in a chair near the fire hearth, a tray beyond on the coffee table that shared tea and biscuits with small little soft cookie flowers that Severus would never openly admit to liking. The man took a sip from his tea cup, a gaze of wonderment as he watched Severus digest just what the information entailed.

To say he was surprised would be putting it entirely too lightly. Severus was baffled and astounded that there was another and one in which was already further along with their magic. Where had this half-blood wizard come from?

“How long have you known of this wizard?” Severus kept his eyes on the headmaster, hoping to see the answer well before the man spoke it.

“A time,” the headmaster said cryptically. “Until Harry had come into his dormant blood and we were sure that in fact he was this creature, I had not thought it pertinent to have him unnecessarily worried.”

Severus scoffed, “I doubt the boy would see it as much more than being the sole savior for the wizarding world—to defeat the greatest, darkest wizard in creation.”

“Well no matter,” Dumbledore said dismissingly. “The other wizard, Mister Tretan Whizwald, would only agree once the boy came into his magic.”

“I do not understand, Headmaster,” Severus set his eyes once more on the meddlesome man. “How did you meet this Tretan Whizwald character and are you sure we are able to trust him? There are many half-blood creatures under the Dark Lord’s influence. Lucius Malfoy, though I loathe bringing the man into this conversation, just a fortnight ago revealed that vampires have been recruited.”

Dumbledore watched Severus once more contemplative, “He seems very trustworthy—“

“Seems trustworthy, Headmaster? Anyone can seem trustworthy and not be so,” Severus’ temper threatened to take hold but he, like most times, pushed it down and held his calm.

“His services much like yours and Lucius’ are invaluable, my boy.”

“Albus,” Severus tried to reason, however the boy in question chose that time in which to make his glorious appearance. Severus was slightly astonished the boy had come out at all. Harry stumbled into the room, his usual lack of grace in his movements and sat right down beside Severus on the coach. He would chide the boy later; secretly, however, he was slightly triumphant that Harry sat down beside him when there was an available arm chair—never to admit it of course.

“Oh hello Harry,” Dumbledore smiled as the blush reddened impossibly on the boy’s cheeks.

“Good morning, sir,” he half mumbled under his breath. Severus clicked his mouth in distaste. If the boy was going to act like a mere school boy any time they were caught in the act, it would be a very long, excruciating school year. Again, however, Severus found pride filling his belly at how thoroughly ravished Albus’ Golden Boy was. He had done well to hide his naked flesh, but his face was kiss swollen and faint darkened bruises scattered the flesh of his neck. Yes, he had marked the boy well.

“I do apologize for my interrupting this morning,” Dumbledore said his eyes dancing in amusement once more. Severus clasped his hands into fists momentarily—thinking again of how much he would love to strike that look right from the man’s old, wrinkle-ridden face. “Severus and I were discussing a few matters in which are directly related to you. An acquaintance, Mister Whizwald, has the same infliction as you. I had hoped the two of you to meet immediately following your first transformation but alas, he is currently occupied elsewhere for a few months time. He has, however, agreed that once his task is finished, he will meet with you to discuss a possible schedule in order to tame and control your Incumutis form.”

“I, uh, have been making headway into that sir.” Harry looked over at Severus. Of course the boy wanted him to vouch for his new talents, but the boy had barely managed the transformation. Deciding to keep up appearances with Harry, he nodded towards the headmaster.

“He has successfully controlled his transformation,” Severus said mildly. “With training, it seems the magic he comes into during the act of feeding could be used to perform quite powerful spells.”

“And what of the potion?” Dumbledore questioned. “Have you yet tested to see if it was successful?”

“Yes, Headmaster. Harry has responded well and his urges put at bay by several more hours. We, however, only tested the potion yesterday. Thus, the results are not entirely conclusive. Once the week is out, I will have a full report on the symptoms and effects of the potion.”

“Ah excellent, my boy. You certainly have proven a true master at potions,” Dumbledore said rather enthusiastically. Severus controlled the urge to roll his eyes, but the pride once more bubbled deep in his belly. He too was surprised that he managed a potion of such complexity in such a short time. Even more so, the potion seemed to be successful. “And what of the bonding, Harry, have you decided whether or not to take Severus as your bond mate?”

The twinkle in the man’s eyes seemed to be glowing as if in dark, it would illuminate the room. Severus had the feeling deep in his chest that the man’s relentless meddling had much to do with their coupling, though he could not manage to be infuriated with the man. Harry, whether creature or not, was a gift he would not turn away.

“Oh,” Harry said stopping the older wizard’s heart momentarily. The boy seemed slightly off put by the question, but straightened and recovered quickly. “I want to bond with Severus.”

If the physical swelling of one’s heart was possible, Severus daresay his would in this very moment have swollen to the size of three hearts. The boy’s eyes were unwavering and had turned to stare at him in all their glorious beauty. Dumbledore had followed the boy’s gaze and was smiling even broader now as his head shifted into a sort of slow nod. Severus was able to keep his face unreadable, though his inner smile almost burst through the moment the boy had looked over to him.

“Shall we have the bonding ceremony tonight then?”

“Uh, okay,” Harry’s hands were fidgeting in his lap. Where had all the strength just moments ago gone? He could not feign annoyance however. The boy had gifted him so much already that the idea of taking any more or being ungrateful and callous to the boy proved a very unwelcomed notion. He faintly regarded his new progress—there was hope yet for his emotional inadequacy.

“I shall alert your Head of House, Professor McGonagall, and any others in which you would like present for the ceremony, Harry?”

It was coming, he thought sordidly. He felt the urge present itself once more when the boy seemed to think over who he might want to chance telling. Not that forsaken dogfather of his, Severus hoped. The man was already tormenting enough being at all connected with the boy.

“Can I please invite Ron and Hermione sir?” Those brilliant, courageous eyes were on him again. Severus had mind to chastise the boy for once again bringing those Gryffindor brats into these private matters—it was unbecoming of his professionalism to have teenage brats privy to all matters concerning his affairs. The little voice inside his head that never out spoke its louder counterpart told him to let the boy have his friends. If it was one thing, Harry had plenty on his shoulders and those two, though entirely insufferable, proved the best allies. So for the first time in a very long while, he admonished, the smaller often unheard voice claimed its bounty.

“Yes, you may notify Miss Granger and Mister Weasley,” Severus said nonchalantly. “However, I refuse to allow any others to be permitted for the ceremony and I must stress this to be a very private matter, Harry.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said smiling brilliantly at him. Again, his old, darkened heart started in his chest. Suffice to say, the boy had him almost literally wrapped around his finger—again a notion he would never admit to.

The old geezer was beside himself with delight as he watched the rather short exchange. It had taken very little time indeed for Severus to answer the boy though it felt long enough in his musings. Harry was still smiling as Dumbledore rose and brushed off a few crumbs from his dark purple robes. He regarded them both with a content look.

“Then I shall gather the necessary supplies and parties for the event,” the man said with a softened tone. “I cannot tell you how greatly pleased I am you two have come to such an understanding. The bond will be an asset to be sure against the Cause as well as bring about even greater abilities within your own persons. I shall return promptly at six and we will begin the ceremony. Until then.”

“Goodbye sir.”

“Goodbye Harry, Severus,” he stepped into the floo.

Harry gave the older man another heart wrenching smile. If the moment could have been stopped, Severus would have. It seemed the most content the two had been since the beginning of the boy’s stay. They were sitting, quietly to his great pleasure, in the living room. Of course, it did not last as long as Severus had been hoping. The incoherent mumbling from Harry was almost unwelcomed to the point of annoyance.

“Sir,” Harry began.

“Severus,” he said easily regarding the boy. “Considering you just agreed to spend the rest of our forsaken existence together.”

“Oh right, Severus?”

“What is it Harry?” the annoyance was now becoming evident in his words.

“I took the potion,” he finally resolved through his stammering.

“A feat indeed.”

The boy shifted beside him and was soon crawling into his lap, much to his apparent surprise. He lost the ability to speak when those small hands roamed over his sleek shirt, pulling it and exposing his pale skin to faintly glowing eyes. He watched for moments as small, innocent kisses were places onto bare flesh after each button was popped from its place. Regaining himself, he grabbed the boy’s upper arms and withheld his further advancement.

“Wait,” he said though breathlessly. His arousal was beginning to haze his ability to form coherent thoughts. He could feel the magnetic pull to be inside the boy once more and realized just what the feeling meant. “You took the potion?”

“Yes,” Harry said though his eyes were half-lidded with lust and his tongue peeked out to moisten his beautifully plump strawberry lips. How he wanted to taste them; however, he held the minx at bay as he interrogated him.

“The entire vial?”

“Yes,” the boy said rubbing himself into Severus. Momentarily, Severus lost his ability to think as the flash of pleasure left him inwardly reeling in it. He wanted the boy underneath him, begging and pleading. Shaking off the thoughts, he continued.

“Is this the urge, Harry?” the boy shifted again, his hands clasping at Severus’. The boy moved forward, his strength still not yet a match for the older wizards, but putting a good amount of weight into it, the boy was closer than before. A tongue tasted his earlobe, and then ran over the outline of the shell of his ear. He gasped audibly despite the urge to remain unaffected.

“I can control the transformation,” Harry whispered in his ears, sending friction down the length of his spine and his heart to increase within his chest. “But the urge, it feels like it’s never been stronger. I need you right now, inside of me. I want your hard length touching deep inside me, laying claim to every inch of my body.”

He was breathless and barely lucid as the boy’s seductive voice played him like a well-tuned violin. It was remarkable he had not yet ravished the boy. His body was shaking violently against his urge to, however with every little bit of willpower he could muster, he kept his hands from straying from the boy’s arms to that delectable arse.

“Maybe you have already built immunity and need another dose,” he said again fighting for air as the boy curled into him and bit a soft patch of skin on his neck.

“Or you could appease my needs,” the creature growled. “I only need for you to take me and again thrust hard…violently into my body, Sev.”

Control had been lost the moment the boy spoke his given nickname. He twisted their bodies so the boy was bent over the cushions with his hands clasping the topside of the couch and Severus behind him already undoing his trousers in a quick, fluid movement. He jerked the boy backwards and removed the boy’s clothes with the whisk of his wand. No pleasantries required as he buried himself to the hilt after the exposed rear came into view. It was maddening the way his hips moved to and fro. The creature before him cried out a series of incoherent curses, pleading and then complimenting him. He pressed a hand the small of the boy’s back and then clasped the other around the left hip to keep the thrusts to point.

Flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room as they fought against their impending orgasms. However, not long after they had begun, they had finished and the boy gave out beneath him. He was able to catch the crippling form and settle the unconscious boy on the couch. His eyes wandered over the heaving flesh, wondering where they had gone right and where they had gone absolutely wrong.

So the potion had proven unsuccessful it seemed or was the boy’s urges increasing? The silent form beneath him whimpered but settled back into sleep. He pulled the boy up and into his arms to take him to their shared bedroom. He would have to talk to Albus later about this new turn of events.

To be continued…

End Note: I should be able to get the next chapter out within the week, but don’t be surprised if it takes a bit. Will Harry and Severus bond successfully? Why are Harry’s urges increasing? How will they attend school if Severus has to bugger Harry every hour?! Reviews appreciated!!!!
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