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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Harry woke with a groan. Note to self: Never fall asleep in an armchair, no matter how comfortable it seems. He stretched cat-like, his back arching at an almost impossible angle. He winced, working a kink formed in his neck from sleeping with his head on his shoulder.

Yawning, Harry stood and replaced his book back on the shelf; remembering where he placed it so he could return to read it later. He could've took it to his room to read it there, but Harry preferred the cozy ambiance of the library to read.

Just as he turned to exit, Draco came bursting through; looking around frantically. Harry sighed; Draco really had to get over his overprotectiveness. He grunted as Draco crushed him into a hug.

"Gods, Harry. You have to stop doing that." Draco growled out.

Annoyance filled Harry. "Stop doing what? Doing what I want? Draco, I can't be next to you every single minute the moment my eyes open!"

"The hell you cant!"

"Draco! I am a grown man! I've been taking care of myself before you even knew me!"

"And look at you! Malnourished and covered in scars!"

"That was inevitable! What would you have done, Draco? You would've been a kid too! And I swear to Merlin, Draco, if you say you would've told Lucius, I will gut you!" Harry's veela form burst through and his instincts took over; he assumed a fighting position, glaring darkly at Draco.

Draco clenched his jaw, refusing to let his veela do the same; Harry would definitely follow through with what he said if he did. Instead he glared back at Harry, who growled at him.

"Boy, I suggest you get a hold on yourself. Draco was only concerned about your health. Considering who you are, trouble seems to follow you." Snape drawled out, walking into the room and sipping a cup of tea.

Harry straightened his stance and turned his glare on Snape. "I don't care! He has no right!"

"Take into consideration how Draco must feel, idiot boy! He came into his inheritance during the war. Even if he couldn't feel it, his veela could tell that you were his brother. That war was nearly a year, Harry. Imagine the pain Draco must have been in. Worried about you and not even knowing why." He pinned Harry with his dark stare. "I'm sure you have always wondered why he never told the truth when you and your friends were caught and taken to this Manor? He could not do so; his veela wanted him to kill those who did that to you. He wanted to take you and run away, but he knew he could not."

Harry, shocked, could only look between Snape and Draco; his brother's face turned away trying to hide his pain. He swallowed painfully as his veela berated him for treating Draco the way he did. Harry, unable to stop himself, pulled Draco into a bone-crushing hug; his wings held him tightly and his hands clutched at his older brother's cloth-covered back.

Draco returned his embrace, stooping more than just a little to rest his head on Harry's shoulder. It now made since to Harry, Draco's actions. Almost a year's worth of repressed protectiveness bottled up now coming up. If Harry was in Draco's position, he was sure he would have done the same if his brother who he knew he need to protect was right there in front of him.

Oh, man. How long will it last until Draco finally lets up on his overprotectiveness. I don't mind, but...I've been independent my whole life. For someone to just come in and try to help me...It just feels weird. Harry burrowed his face into Draco's shoulder, tightening his grip on Draco's shirt.

"I see you have realized your wrongdoing. I also have realized mine." Harry let go of Draco to look at Snape; the dark haired man's velvet voice had gone soft. "I should not have been so harsh with you. You did not know how bad it was for Draco and it was in your power to push him away if you so chose to."

Harry shook his head and walked to Snape, laying a hand on the Potions Master's arm. "I-No. You were fine. Thank you for making me realize. It's just...my whole life, I've been independent. At the Dursley's, I had to learn how to survive taking their mistreatment. When I came to Hogwarts, everyone depended on me to defeat Voldemort. I had no one to depend on. Only in my first year, Ronald and 'Mione helped me get through the tests, but that was it. No one was there when I fought Quirrell, not when I fought the Basillisk, not when the Dementors kept attacking me and I almost got expelled, not ever. I-I guess I just got used to being alone when in danger. And so now that I have you and Draco to be there for me...I'm not used to it." He hung his head, his last words a whisper.

Both Snape and Draco were quiet, Harry couldn't see it because he had his head down, but they were looking at him in shock. It would seem like they were doing that a lot, and would be for a while.

Harry slipped his hand off of Snape's arm and hunched up his shoulders; self-consciously trying to hide himself from the burning stares he could feel. He took a step away from Snape; being so close to the man made him uncomfortable, but it wasn't a bad feeling and Harry wasn't sure how to feel about it.

A slightly cold hand grasped Harry's wrist gently; he jumped and looked straight up into Snape's seemingly endless, black eyes. Harry was instantly mesmerized by them and he found himself leaning into Snape. He caught himself and looked away; his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"Bo-Harry." Snape's usually smooth, deep voice was rough and raspy. "I...need to speak to you for a moment." He looked up at Draco, who got the message and swiftly made to exit; he rested his hand on Harry's head for a moment, comforting him without words. Harry looked up in time to catch the weird look on Draco's face, a mixture of concern, amusement, and contentment.

Snape moved and Harry's eyes snapped back to him abruptly. The Potions Master raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as always, and gestured towards the armchairs. "Perhaps we should take a seat."

Harry flushed slightly at his evident edginess and walked quickly the chair he only rose from just half a hour ago. He sat stiffly and watched as Snape sat, just as stiff as he was. He swallowed the small lump in his throat; a sense of uneasiness inevitably filling him. Green eyes met black and held.

Hot tension slowly grew to the point of suffocation in the room. The two men sat, gazes locked and unable to look away. Both of their breaths were short, quiet pants; their bodies growing hotter and hotter the longer they stared. Though neither of them were quite ready to accept it, the sexual tension between them was so thick, not even the sharpest knife could cut through it.

A drop of sweat slid down Harry's back, pooling in the dip where his butt began and leaving a thin, cool trail that snapped him out of whatever trance he was in with Snape. Quickly, he slid his gaze to look out the window; his heart beating erratically. Another lump formed in his throat, but his mouth was too dry to allow him to swallow.

Severus made a little sound beside him and Harry gave a little jump, more in surprise than fear. It would seem that his senses were heightened around the dark-haired man again. Why am I like this around Severus? And when did I start calling him Severus?

"Bo-...Har-... -...Shit." Harry's eyes widened at Severus' hissed cursed before he closed them in rapture at the sound of the raven's voice. It had deepened considerably and the rough tone he had earlier was back, sending shivers down Harry's back. Another drop of sweat slithered down his back to join the other in his lower back.

Severus cleared his throat and Harry opened his eyes to look at him, careful not to look into his eyes. As a result, he ended up looking at a very, very wide chest. Without his permission, those green eyes roamed over that chest, a black button down stretched taunt across it; clearly showing off how fit Severus actually was. How young he actually was.

Contrary to belief of the students, Severus was only just in his early thirties at youngest and mid at oldest. The average life span of a healthy wizard went well into the hundreds; relate wizarding aging to Muggle and Snape was physically in his mid twenties. Growing up, a wizard child ages the same as a Muggle child, physically and mentally, but after they come into their inheritance their aging slows the older they become until the age of around ninety, where a wizard is officially an elder and ages similar to the Muggle elderly. So, technically, Harry was physically old enough to date anyone in their thirties without looking frowned upon.

Harry, who did not care for such things, continued to ogle Severus' chest; his eyes slowly moving downward to gape at his very much toned abdomen and going back up and across to stare at his long, muscled arms. All in all, Harry spent nearly twenty minutes scrutinizing every inch of Severus' body as the Potions Master, for once at lost words, stumbled to figure out what to say.

Finally, the young-and now very much aroused-veela flicked his eyes up to Severus, licking his lips. Sometime around ten minutes ago, Harry's veela instincts kicked in and took control. Harry's more rational, human mind was still there, but it didn't want to stop his veela instincts. He had found his mate and nothing would stop him from claiming him.

All the past negative feelings he had for the Potions Master disappeared, leaving a growing sense of lust and, dare he think it, love for the dark man. Said man finally re-met Harry's eyes, his dark spheres widening upon seeing Harry's lust blown eyes; pupils dilated to the point where only a thin ring of brilliant silvery green was seen.

Severus' own eyes darkened impossibly and he licked his lips. Harry was drawn to those pale lips, entranced as the pink tongue slid out and back in. He licked his own lips again and shifted his his seat, his body heating to an almost uncomfortable point. His gaze flicked back up to see Severus looking at his own red lips.

Wanting to touch the man, Harry gracefully stood and closed the distance between them in less than a blink of an eye-not that there was that much distance between them, mind you. He straddled Severus' hips, pulling his body flush against the Potions Master and gave a pleasured sigh. He looked down at the man, his eyes half lidded.

"S'vrus. Want you. Now. Can I?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side in a way he somehow knew Severus couldn't resist. He pouted. "Se-ev'. Please?" Normally, Harry would never allow himself to act that way, but his veela wanted his mate by any means possible and Harry would be damned if he couldn't relieve the fire that built in his groin, which he subtly pressed into Severus'.

In response, Severus gave a low growl, sending shivers down Harry's back, and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist; it came around to the other side and Severus splayed his hand on Harry's hip. His other hand went up to grasp at blond strands, pulling the owner into a wonderfully bruising kiss.

Harry moaned, unintentionally giving Severus permission to slide his hot tongue into Harry's mouth, pulling another gasp. He pushed his pelvis into Severus', grinding down as his tongue tangoed with Severus'. His hands unconsciously made their way to thread through Severus' surprisingly silky hair, mindlessly tugging strands in bliss.

Severus' hands moved to grasp his hips tightly, pushing them down harder; his own his thrusting up to meet Harry's. He moaned into Harry's mouth, sending spikes of pleasure from Harry's mouth straight down to his cock. Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth from Severus' and took a gulp of air. Severus took the chance to place open-mouthed kisses down Harry's jaw and neck.

Harry bit his lip and stretched his neck to give Severus better access; little sounds of encouragement emitting from the back of his throat. He eventually stretched out his whole body as Severus made his way down, only pausing to remove Harry's shirt and throw it to the ground, returning to torture Harry's nipples.

Harry writhed and mewled; his hands sliding up and down Severus' broad chest. He was hoping they would go all the way; his veela purring and encouraging the thought, not minding their location. Just as Harry pulled his mate up for another kiss, the magical timer, which chimed every hour-the number of hours (think grandfather clock), chimed twelve long, loud times.

The couple froze, their lips barley touching. They both came back to their senses at the same time, but the only indication was the slight widening of their eyes. To an outsider, they looked like a pained statue of a couple in love, ready to indulge in their carnal desires. They would take in the flushed states of the couple, the lack of distance; how they looked melded as one, the still lust-blown state of their eyes...

But anyone who knew them would noticed their actual shocked state. They would see the paleness under the blush, the lack of tell-tale rise and fall of their chests, the widening of their eyes; not from lust, but from shock...

The last, twelve chime echoed throughout the room, snapping Harry out of his shocked stupor and scrambled out of Severus' lap; he fell to the floor, still scrambling backwards. His eyes were stuck with Severus', who was still frozen in the seat. For two breaths, they sat there; frozen and eyes locked.

Suddenly, the number of chimes clicked in Harry's head and he jumped up, looking around frantically. "Wand...wand." He muttered before stopping and smacking his head.

"Accio wand." His wand flew towards him from the end table he was seated in earlier. "Tempus...Fuck." He exploded; 12:01 glittered before fading out. He had to be at the Ministry in thirty minutes and he hadn't taken a shower or ate at all. He didn't have enough time to do both and get through the flow of people entering and leaving the Ministry.

Harry stood there for a second; his eyes flicked to Severus. The man-my mate, his veela provided happily-was still in the chair, the flush now gone and replaced with paleness. His onyx orbs were slightly glazed over and he looked in Harry's direction, eyes unseeing. He looked deep in thought.

I don't have time for this. Harry grimaced. How did that even happen? We were supposed to be talking about something and next thing I know, I'm snogging him senseless. A shudder shook his whole body and he closed his eyes. Or rather he was snogging me senseless. And I let him. I liked it.

Harry shivered again and opened his eyes. Severus was still frozen. He went to wave a hand in the man's face, but received no reaction. He shrugged and left the library, heading for his room. Just as he reached his room, before entering a thought halted him.

Harry bit his lip, debating. Finally, he relented and gave a small call for Draco through his veela. Less than a minute passed before Draco was in front of him, surprised and slightly disappointed.

"Harry? What is it? Where's Severus?" Harry blushed at the mention of Severus and Draco's brow scrunched in confusion. "Harry?"

"No...um. I-I have to go to the Ministry...But Se-Snape is sort of..." Harry flushed deeper.

Draco moved closer. "Harry? Where is Severus? What is it?"

"No...he-he's in the-the library still...But he's sort of...shocked, I guess." If Harry got any redder, his head would bust from all the blood.

"Shocked?" Draco mimicked slowly.

"Yeah?"

"...Do I want to know why?"

"Not really...but if Se-Snape comes to ranting on about my painful death, then just...ig-ignore it." A sharp pain wrenched Harry's heart and he stepped back, opening his door. "Just-just help him...please." He whirled around and closed the door behind him, locking it. His heart beat was painful and he shook.

"Harry?! Harry! What is going on?!" Draco banged on his door, his voice strained.

"No-Nothing." Harry's voice cracked and he paused to clear his throat. "Se-Snape is more important right now. He needs help and I don't know how to. Just...please."

Silence...and then Harry heard Draco sigh. "Alright, Harry." He waited until Draco's steps faded away to thump his head on the door. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose.

Don't freak out, Harry. Don't freak out, Harry. So what if Se-e...Snape is your mate? Big deal, you've handled worse situations better. Don't freak out...

Harry sighed as he entered the elevator, glad to finally get out of that hellish place that was the entrance to the Ministry. While the elevator was slightly crowded, no one moved much; making it better than being out there. Luckily, no one recognized him yet, as he had not made his inheritance known to the public. Many still ogled at him, but he was already used to that being 'Harry Potter and all.

Earlier, after calming down, he called a house elf to bring him a quick snack to fill him. He rushed through a very delicious sandwich and hopped into the shower, also rushing through that. He snuck into Draco's room and 'borrowed' one of his robes, black with intricate silver embroidery that matched perfectly with his Lord Black ring and subtly highlighted the silver-blue in his eyes, which he shrunk to his size with a silent apology to Draco. Underneath, he wore sharp, black slacks that Draco forced him to buy and a crisp, silvery-white button down. His lengthy hair was wrestled into a high ponytail, some rebelling strands coming to curl delicately around his face.

The elevator shuddered to a stop and the doors opened to reveal the Department of Aurors level. Grimacing slightly, Harry slipped through the doors and made his way to the Head Auror's office. More people stared as he walked; he felt hella nervous but kept his chin raised and his shoulders set back, walking with confidence.

The Malfoy genes were strong and showed in his face; people double-backed when they saw his face. Harry wasn't sure if any Aurors would stop and question his identity; he wouldn't know what to say. Fortunately, he made it to the the Head's office with no problem. (somebody better review a sexual innuendo on this, please)

Harry knocked timidly on the door and opened it, peeking in. Kingsley and Griphook looked up, slightly surprised. Kingsley's brow bunched in confusion, but Griphook stood and gave a slight smile.

"Mr. Malfoy. Please, don't stand there." Griphook stated, gesturing for him to come forward. Harry stepped in and softly closed the door as Kingsley's eyebrows shot up.

"Griphook, when you said he went through minor changes, I'm afraid you were terribly understating when you said minor."

Harry blushed and ducked his head. "Hello, Head Auror Kingsley."

Kingsley snorted. "Oh, that's Harry alright. Only person I know who will blatantly ignore it when I request for them to lose the 'Head Auror' title."

Harry smiled. "Well, that is what you are."

Kingsley snorted again. "Complete bull. I didn't want this bloody title. Had it forced on me, I did. All it is paperwork and bloody more paperwork. I want to be on the field again." He complained.

Harry laughed, eased. "Well, lucky you, then. You're coming with me."

"Oh, no I'm not. I have too much work to get done to go gallivanting to Azkaban. Look at the size of all these papers!" Kingsley gestured to the wobbling stack of papers on his desk.

Harry gave them a critical eye. "Shame if someone just happen to accidentally cast an Incendio, wouldn't it."

Kingsley paled. "You wouldn't"

"I don't know...Accidents do happen. If you agree to go to Azkaban with me and get e out of here fast enough...maybe it won't happen." Harry sing-songed.

"Damn you. Slytherin at heart, that's what you are." Kingsley grabbed his robe, already heading for the door. "Let's get you out of here. Accident magic, my ass." He muttered.

Harry grinned. He might have been bluffing, but he really did still have accidents. Usually when his emotions were running high. Not that he was telling that to Kingsley.

Griphook followed them out. "Your vaults have been secured safely, Mr. Malfoy. We also took the liberty to check for curses or traps on any of your estates. Any and all have been removed to ensure your safety."

"Thank you, Griphook. Also, thank you for arranging this."

"It was no problem, Mr. Malfoy. I am, after all, your personal goblin of Gringotts."

"But still, thank you."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

"Ah! Here we are. Entrance to Azkaban." Kingsley's voice turned Harry's attention to the slightly warped portal-like thing standing in the middle of a room. Coldness and despondency emitted from it and Harry shivered. It reminded him of the Veil.

"We keep it here on the Auror level for safety reasons, you know. Can't have any rogue Dementors coming out on the people." Kingsley stated, his hands on hips. He looked to Harry. "Ready?"

Unable to speak, he nodded. Kingsley stuck out an arm, and Harry, catching on, grabbed it tightly. "Now you have to do this like a Patronus. Think happy thoughts the whole time, okay? Cant lose you here, Harry." With a nod to Griphook, he stepped straight through.

Something freezing took hold of his heart and Harry panicked. He scrambled for his memories, but they all seemed to disappear. He thought harder, feeling the desperation and fear clawing at him. The edges of his vision began to go black and in desperation he called out in his mind, Severus!

Heat burst throughout his body and Harry gasped, his mind reeling. Images of what he did with Severus earlier flitted through his mind, slowly warming his heart. The images finally stopped, the memory of when he first kissed Severus clear as day in his mind. All the negative feelings disappeared and the cold claw on his heart slowly melted.

Harry was jolted to his knees and he slammed his hands down before his face came in contact with the ground in front of him. He gasped in panted, eyes wide. Kingsley groaned beside him, in the same position. Harry caught his breath and stood, helping Kingsley up.

"Dammit! Why can't they figure out a normal way to get over here?" He complained.

Harry remained silent, his gaze on the hulking place in front of him. It was completely made of black stone and at least two times bigger than Hogwarts. the grass was dead and crunched under his feet. Dementors were everywhere, but none of them came towards them. It was on a high cliff, the waves crashing violently below indicating the ocean below.

"Come on." Kingsley led him to a small building not to far from where they stood. Inside was baron, only a desk and a man sitting behind it, reading a magazine. Kingsley cleared his throat and the man looked up startled.

"Ah, Head Auror Kingsley. I got your message. Cell 392, right?" The man stood, pulling out his wand.

"Yes, lead the way, please. I don't want to be here longer than needed."

"Yes sir." The man lead them out of the building and towards Azkaban, brandishing his wand. A few Dementors took notice of them and he cast a Patronus, a hawk from the looks of it. "I take a potion everyday that increases the effects of a Patronus, its only for the outside; there are no Dementors inside, just really strong guards." He explained.

They walked quickly, making it inside with record time. It was completely silent inside and Harry shivered. There was nothing there but the door behind them and an elevator directly across. The man led them to the elevator not much unlike the one in the Ministry; he stuck his wand in a hole to the side and said, "Level three."

They rode in silence, all of them uneasy about what they would find once the doors opened. The doors did open and they were met with sounds of moans and crazy ramblings. It was colder inside than it was outside and Harry shivered again. A guard stepped up to them.

"Well, this is where I leave you. Cell 392, Bruce." Harry and Kingsley stepped out and the man saluted them. "Good luck." The doors closed and he was gone.

The guard-Bruce-snorted. "No such thing, 'round here." He scrutinized them. "Cell 392, huh?" He snorted again. "Come on, then."

He walked briskly, forcing Harry to almost run and glared at Kingsley, who easily kept up with Bruce. He smirked down at Harry, who made a face at him. The whole time, they made face at each other; trying to stay upbeat in the dreary place. They were so focused, they almost passed Bruce when he stopped.

Bruce snorted...again. "Cell 392. Just send down a Patronus when you're done." He unlocked the doorand led them inside. "He's all yours." He walked away briskly, re-locking the door behind them.

It wasn't until the noise got louder that Harry realized that the prisoners had quieted when Bruce was near. Now, they nearly screamed at him and Kingsley and he wished the guard had stayed. Kingsley rested a hand on his shoulder for a moment before removing it, comforting Harry.

He focused on the figure a little ways into the room, sitting in a chair and reading a book. The very little sunlight that made it into the room glinted of white blonde hair, giving the illusion that it was silver.

Harry walked towards the man, his face set determinedly. He stopped directly in front of the man, looking down at him. The man glanced at him before closing his book, marking his page. He threw the book to the ground and stood; He towered over Harry and made him take a step back.

The man stopped him by wrapping his long, strong arms around him. Harry froze unsure what to do. His veela preened and purred; Harry swallowed and hugged them man back. The man shuddered and rested his head on top of Harry's taking a deep breath, smelling him.

"Harry." The man breathed out, his usually hard, cold voice now had gone soft and filled with such warmth, Harry immediately relaxed into him; his hands unconsciously tightened on his coarse shirt, not unlike how he would do Draco.

His voice cracked when he responded, completely opposite to the strong, hard voice he wanted. "Lucius."
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