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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 Twelve: Shake on It

After Snape left Harry in the room alone, he was confused more than he had been since everything had begun between them. It was definitely easier hating someone than it was being in love with someone, he concluded. Of course, it was the first time he had ever felt this way, so he wasn't even sure if love was the correct word for what he felt.

Everything he had ever known never compared to what he felt. He knew that his heart hurt every time he thought about the man. He knew that each time Snape looked at him he was forced to hold his breath and keep the strength in his knees. He knew that being away from Snape made his body ache so badly that sometimes it turned from mental to physical pain. Everything that he had ever known never compared, he thought systematically.

He rose from the bed despite his urge to sleep. He knew he would only dream about what they had just finished doing. He wasn't about to subject himself to more heartache if he could avoid it. He hated everything about the situation he was in. He would forever be depressed and miserable. He had every mind to fall out of love, but how did one do that without ending their life? Suicide was easy enough, but not an option.

He decided he would think about other things; the topic was only depressing him further into the black hole of his heart. It would be good to grab a drink and sit out to watch the horizon. He stepped from the room, fully clothed, and ready to officially start a vacation. He might as well think of it as such since there wasn't anything he had to do. He walked the short path down the hallway and stairs, leaving through the entry hall to the outside field.

The ocean breeze felt good on his face. Sun danced over his skin, licking it with warm rays. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of warmth surrounding him. When he opened his eyes again, he decided he would choose a patch of grass and lie there a while. After coming to a dry and flatten patch, he lay with his arms beneath his head staring up at the clouds in the sky. The sky was beautiful in its contrasting blues and whites. He deserved a moment of relaxation especially after handing over his life to Snape and the ministry.

Before he knew it, his eyes had closed, and he was slipping into a deep slumber. The world spiraled and he landed to the ground, his hands touching asphalt. He looked up at the dark street lined with columns of old rock.

A light flashed in the distance sending shockwaves through the earth. He caught his breath as a shadow appeared from somewhere in the black. He turned his head, looking around at his surroundings for anyone that could help, but when there was no one, he turned back to the figure nearing him in the distance.

Silence ensued as they drew closer together, their movements staggered. Lucius Malfoy's face peaked through a bit of moonlight, and Harry felt a yell leave his throat.

"Potter," Harry heard as he was shaken slightly at the shoulders. He opened his eyes and closed them immediately as light bit at his eyes.

"Potter," the voice repeated in a cool voice. "Can you hear me?"

Harry only nodded his head, keeping his eyes shut to the sun. He was forced to sit up and finally, he opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light.

"Where am I?"He asked slowly as he looked at his professor's even face.

"Currently, in quite an overgrown patch of grass Potter. It seems that you had fallen asleep while day dreaming no doubt," Snape said his voice laced with teasing. It was nice to see the man let go once and a while. Of course, Harry was sure it wouldn't happen on school grounds.

"Oh," he replied slightly embarrassed. He stood up and next to Snape. "Sorry."

"The Headmaster has sent a letter stating that we are to remain here a week," Snape said with unreadable face. "It seems that Lucius Malfoy has visited on more than one occasion today. Thus, the Headmaster has deemed it to be too dangerous that we return. I must meet with the Dark Lord to discuss Lucius Malfoy's actions, so you are not to leave the cottage until I return. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Harry said almost as quickly. He didn't feel like ruining all the progress their relationship had made over the past few days.

"I should return before evening, but if not, you are to go straight to bed as I will be leaving wards in my stead. I expect not to return with the cottage in shambles." With that, he turned and made his way to the cottage. Harry followed dutifully, hoping to keep the stability of their conversation at just that. Snape left as soon as Harry entered through the back door. Magic enclosed the cottage, and Harry was left alone for the third time that day.

The day passed quickly enough, and by night fall, Harry was sitting by the fire with one of the books he had found on the surrounding bookshelves. He sat in the silence wish in a small part that Snape would get there soon. It was a boring day and he would even welcome an argument with the man to cut through the boredom.

Harry could hear the door open and shut and turned to look at a distraught man entering. He looked well enough aside for the look he wore. He came to the living area and took a seat near the fire opposite of Harry. They sat in silence for a moment, and when he said nothing, Harry found he was too eager to find out what had happened.

"What happened?" He asked.

Snape looked up at him, his face contorted in such a way that made him look aged.

"Nothing of importance," he said finally clearing the air between them. "Not enough, in my opinion, but the issue is resolved."

Harry felt a breath escape him in relief. He was worried that Voldemort had found something that would give them away, but for now it seemed they were in the clear. He watched the man across him with a newfound interest. It must take a great effort to convince Voldemort of anything that was not the truth. He knew of what devices the snake would use to get information out of a wizard, and he quivered at the thought of Snape undergoing it every time they came into contact.

The mantel clock chimed the hour, and they both looked up in surprise. Snape stood, gathering himself into one stiff movement. "It is time we retire. We have a long week of training ahead."

"Training?" Harry said in shock. "For what?"

"It was at your request that we continue Occulmency training Potter, or have you already forgotten?" Snape's eyebrow rose in question.

"Oh, right." He said exasperated at the thought of having to undergo more training. He wondered if it would be different now that they were not on such bad terms. He, of course, dreaded Snape knowing more than what he already knew; at least, he would be doing something besides idling his time away.

Harry followed closely behind Snape to their shared room. It felt awkward going to the same room to sleep with his professor that often left immediately following their shared passions. It was even more uncomfortable that next to Snape in the bed would lead to more dangerous thinking.

Snape went into the lavatory while Harry changed in the room, pulling out his favored pajamas Mrs. Weasley had given him for Christmas. He smiled at the worn clothes thinking of his friends and their adventures at the Burrow. He quickly changed and then slid into the bed. Gladly, it was a rather large bed, and he was sure he wouldn't have a problem keeping his distance from Snape.

The moonlight peered through the window at the side of the room, and Harry waited with his eyes closed and breathing shallow for Snape to come out of the lavatory. It was a good ten minutes of waiting before he heard the door click and some shuffling along the floor. He held his breath, waiting.

The bed shifted beside him and then went completely still. Even breathing persisted into the cold night air. Harry's breathing was still uncontrollably erratic as he did his best to think only of getting to sleep. His skin was sensitive to the cloth that rubbed against it any time he shifted. He convinced himself he was not waiting, but simply trying to get into his own slumber. However, every time Snape would let out an almost inaudible sigh, he would perk up and the hair on his arms would stand in attention.

He bit his lower lip repeating his mantra of needing to sleep in his head. He was alarmed when a hand touched his back, sending electricity coursing through his spine. His breath caught in his throat as the body behind him shifted closer.

"Stop bloody thinking Potter," Snape said in a low, husky voice. He was obviously unable to get to sleep as well since Harry was sure that his constant thoughts were making their way even into his barricaded mind.

"Sorry," he whispered letting out a shaky breath.

Then breath was on his neck, hot and stimulating. He felt his heart stammer within his chest trying to keep up pace with his racing mind. Snape's lips touched the back of his neck gently at first and then a bit more persistently. Harry let out a low groan as a hand slid beneath his shirt, prickling his skin where it touched. Harry let out another moan, his body reacting on its own to the touch. He craved it, and he knew it would be his undoing.

Snape's hand shifted further beneath the material of his shirt, touching over perked nipples and smooth skin. His chest moved almost as quickly as his heart with each pound of his pulse. He was dizzy under the touch, craving more of it while wanting it to stop all at the same time.

"I did not need to read your mind to know what you wanted," Snape said close to Harry's ears in a silky voice. Harry gasped at the intimacy of the words. It felt like he was being seduced. He was tumbling down into Snape's web and happy to be doing so.

Snape began to kiss along the backside of his neck to his jugular. In the moment that Snape touched his lips to Harry's neck, he sunk his fangs in, deeply penetrating him. Harry arched back against the firm body behind his. He let go of a gasp and curled his fingers around the sheets of the bed. Snape's hand pulled Harry's bottoms firmly and removed them. He was pushed onto his stomach, while Snape withdrew his fangs from his neck.

With his elbows and knees pressed to the mattress, he wasn't given another thought before Snape was inside, claiming him. Harry cried out once more into the quiet of their shared bed chamber. Snape was unyielding to his pleas as he drove again and again into Harry, inflaming him from within with shreds of pleasure and pain.

He was forced forward in one possessing move, holding tightly at the post near his right side. His white-knuckle grasp was not enough for the intensity of each delivered thrust that sent his body reeling into sparks of hot sensations. His breathing came erratically to keep up with Snape's pace which was nearly impossible.

"Pro-professor, please," he groaned out as their flesh slid together sending another series of tremors to wreak havoc on his already over sensitized skin.

Snape groaned roughly from behind him and in a final hard thrust, was filling his insides with a heat that spread and touched the deepest parts of him. Harry moaned as he grabbed at his own erection and drove himself to completion beneath Snape.

He lay flaccid against the bed, breathing inconsistently and stopping a few times to wet his throat with a shaky swallow. Snape had slid back to his side and was breathing almost as evenly as he had before. Harry was confused, but almost too tired to contemplate his confusion. He turned on to his back keeping his eyes casted to the ceiling. He wanted to say something, anything to cut through the silence, but nothing seemed savvy enough in the wake of Severus Snape.

Finally, he turned his head to Snape who was looking to the ceiling as well obviously lost in thought as well. He watched the man for any hint at what had transpired was of free will and not for any other reason.

"Why," he started, feeling his throat dry once more. He swallowed to keep his voice even. "Why did you…"

"Is it not obvious?" Snape said evenly. "To gain a moment of silence from your rampaging thoughts. I nearly lost all reserve not to tie you up and heave you straight in the hallway closet."

Harry was speechless. "So it was only to shut me up?"

"Mm," Snape said shifting a bit to his side. "Much to my relief, it seems to have worked."

"You can't just do that," Harry said through the angry tears that welled up in his eyes. "I'm not something you can just shut up with a good shag session and be off on your merry way!"

"I was not aware that I had a merry way, Potter," Snape said as he kept his back towards Harry. He was glad for it since he couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down his face.

"I should have known that it meant nothing to you. To everyone, I'm just the-bloody-boy-who-lived and not even worth loving…" He had forgotten himself, letting his inner most desires slip out in his sadness and anger.

Snape turned towards him, anger present on his face; but when he caught sight of Harry, his eyes suddenly softened, and Harry would almost have himself believe that Snape looked guilty. He pulled away from the man and sat up.

"You're right. It's not a good idea if I stay in here," Harry said as another tear tore away from his eye. "I'll go sleep on the couch."

He stood, but before he could make his way to the door, having grabbed his discarded clothing, Snape was above him holding his arm.

"Potter," he said through a low voice. "…Harry, it not was my intention to offend you."

Harry looked at him, his heart jumping in his throat. The mere idea of Snape apologizing coupled with using his first name was enough for anyone to feel they had entered a third dimension, or rather fourth, since the wizarding world was the third.

"As you are aware, I am not often challenged to be near people, other than the headmaster, in whom I have to be sensitive to their emotions. Thus, I am often mistaken in both actions and words against them," he said with an almost torn voice. Harry could see he was internally battling himself.

"Do you feel anything for me?" Harry asked with his eyes focused solely on the man.

"The bond does have an affect…" he was cut short by Harry.

"Do you feel anything for me that is not because of the bond?" Harry said quickly.

Snape seemed to hesitate and for the first time since Harry had been around him, he looked as if he was at a loss for what to say. They stood in silence until finally, Snape let out an audible sigh.

"Of that, I am not sure." Snape's eyes seemed to search Harry's for something that he couldn't be quite sure he would find. "I will admit that my previous judgments of you were somewhat inaccurate as well as my assurance that you enjoyed being Dumbledore's Golden Child. I cannot be sure what is caused by the bond and what simply is."

Harry himself was speechless and despite his tears, enthralled that Snape felt something for him. He seemed to be battling much of what Harry was.

"In conclusion, I will do my best to make living with me bearable as well as civil."

"I'm sure you have an idea of how I feel," Harry said more to himself.

"It is often that one gets attached to the person that takes their innocence. I am not completely ignorant of how the world works," Snape said dismissing his feelings with a wave of his hand.

"It's not," Harry started.

"Potter…Harry, be sure that these feelings you believe yourself to have for me are nothing more than an attachment to the pleasures of the bond. If you only truly knew of my offenses on the world, you would not feel anything for me other than hatred and disgust." Snape left no room for Harry to argue. Though Harry was angry, he didn't quite understand why he felt the way he did about Snape.

"Professor," Harry started once more.

"Since we are now bonded and have, on several occasions, may I add succumb to the pleasures of it, I think it only reasonable that when we are within private quarters for you refer to me by my given name."

"Severus?" Harry said the name leaving an odd taste in his mouth.

"Only within private quarters, may I reiterate," Snape said sternly.

"I don't know anything about your past…and I think it's better that I don't; but since we are going to live together, being bonded and all, I think we should at least try to like each other." Harry said with an almost silent voice.

"Indeed. I agree it would deem much more pleasant if we were not to disagree each time we spoke as it could be a long time before the final battle takes place," Snape said seemingly going through their options in his head.

Harry nodded his head. His heart was still beating erratically, but was starting to calm to a slow thump. Despite his urge to berate the situation, he felt even more for the man than he had any time they shared their passions. It was unbelievable that even in the smallest matter, Snape would open up to him and even try to compromise his usual malice to have a civility between them.

Harry hoped for something more but was quickly able to push it down. He would know in a matter of time what he felt and whether it was real. Everything was so new to him and he had to agree with Snape that he could be blinded by the bond itself.

"Let's shake on it," he said sheepishly at the man holding out his hand. Snape gave him a look of disdain at the gesture. He wasn't one Harry would think would shake on anything. However, to Harry's surprise, the man took his hand and gently nodded his head.

"On my oath, I will do my best to not tie you up and throw you in the hallway closet," Snape said with a smirk touching his lips. Harry let out a laugh. He couldn't believe that the man was capable of joking, but even his cold, ex-Death Eater had a sense of humor.
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