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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 Thirteen: Dogfather

Severus Snape was never one to openly share how he regarded another unless it was to insult and fault his severe bitter against the world on them. Severus did not even believe he had emotions such as empathy, discontentment, and overall worry. He especially was not convinced that he had them for Harry Bloody Potter.

Despite his every urge to throw the brat into a closet and rid his hands of him, Potter had a way into every front he had put up against all others that might see a sliver of who he truly was. Dumbledore was the only other person that knew Severus to be more human, figuratively speaking, than he cared to acknowledge.

The past few days caused havoc on his mind. He had taken Potter, in the most inappropriate ways, without one thought to the repercussions. He had desired the boy in body, but refused to consider it a greater deal more than that.

However, when Potter's thoughts came bounding through like a heavy stampede of Threstrals, he was as it pained him to say it, caught completely off guard by the emotions that streamed through him. He would have to remember to make a potion that blocked out hormonal teenage boy. It was an array of complex and confusing feelings of discontentment and disdain, but not for him for that would have been plausible; the boy felt it for himself. He battled with his feelings of want and need of Severus which had him bewildered beyond his own thoughts.

His inner voice told him to take advantage and another part of him took care to wonder if he too shared similar feelings. The first was what took hold in the beginning, however, now he was affronted with a child in desperate need of an explanation. What could he even begin to tell the boy? I thought I would get a good shag while you were vulnerable, he thought distastefully. Even he was not masochistic enough to 'dig his own grave' as he had once heard a muggle declare.

Even still, when he allowed himself a moment, he too had been in disarray since the Potter-child had entered his personal quarters. He had always fancied his life as a series of unfortunate events. He never would have believed that he would one day be taking Potter at every opportune moment; though, the irony that James spawn would gladly let him do so was quite enough for him to repeat such an act to send James Potter 'rolling in his grave'; another muggle saying that proved useful in his thoughtful banter.

However, when Potter demanded to know some of what Severus had been battling internally for a series of weeks, he was left with only one answer to give him.

"Of that, I do not know," of which rang true since he had not one single clue why the boy caused him to lose all ability to stay collected and calm. He was perplexed by his rabid way of succumbing to the pleasures laid out before him. He would even allow that despite not at first having the urge to, that he would want Potter as soon as the boy's eyes would look at him, openly sharing their passion within glittering emerald. It was absolutely intoxicating the way the boy looked at him.

He was at a loss of words when Harry made his verbal admission stating that Severus was already aware of his feelings. That much was true, but for the boy to admit it was quite another thing. Gryffindor bravery, Severus thought sardonically.

Whether it held true for the boy was not enough to convince the ex-Death Eater of it. He found himself beginning to use Potter's first name and with all of his conscience and mind not to do it, he was finding himself growing a small attachment to the way those eyes made him feel every time they looked at him, unmasked in their emerald glory.

It was sure to be the end of him, he thought again with melodramatic heaviness. A child twenty years his junior, a Gryffindor, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived was through and through destined to slice his cold heart out and give him a new one.

'Now I'm sounding like a hormonal teenage boy,' he thought wishing for another pool's worth of Fire Whisky. He was sure that he would never make it through this sober.

Once they had settled back into the bed, both taking great lengths to keep the distance, Harry was left to quietly ponder what Snape…Severus had meant by it all. While he was sure to cause another insult colliding his way at him again thinking too much, he wasn't able to shake the way that Sn-Severus had looked at him.

He had seemed almost defeated—as if he was just as baffled, just as unsure of the entire situation as Harry was. Could Harry hope for a deeper meaning? He was sure that while Severus would never admit openly to not having full control of every one of his actions, he might come to allow Harry to have a peek when control was lost.

Harry did not much care to think any more on it. He was tired, and his body was screaming at him to let it rest. He had unconsciously stiffened while in thought and received a sharp pang up the length of his spine in protest. He sighed and let sleep ease its way through him, quenching the thirst for a good night's rest.

Severus awoke to a small body curled against his chest and his arm thrown over said body's waist. He groaned inwardly. A king-sized bed and the boy nuzzled directly against him. Despite the every urge to violently push the boy away, he did not. He valued himself a sensible man, so he would not give in to the urge and would simply wait for Potter to realize that he had crossed a boundary and deal with the embarrassment of the situation.

Severus would not allow himself to acknowledge that the body felt good curled inside him, or that Potter's hair smelled of sweets of which even to the most sardonic wizard, smelt entirely too good. He ignored his body's sudden reaction to Potter stretching in his sleep and nuzzling further into him. He was a man just like the rest and subject to the morning glories of being as such. It was easy enough to place blame in his being a man, but not as easy to be confronted with another sensation-desire.

With the combination of the boy's soft body, fragrant hair, and his already compromised state of stimulation, Severus was at a loss of how to keep himself from once more defiling the brat. He could claim ignorance, but was sure that it would not give him reason to have defiled the child. He could create a pull away and ultimately, keep Potter at a distance with his back turned.

The humor in his situation might cause anyone who thought they knew him to break out into a plethora of giggles. He looked completely deranged as he stared a hole into the back of the boy's head. He should have agreed to letting Potter sleep on the couch. He was at complete odds with both the urge to push away and the urge to pull the boy closer and claim him in the early morning sunlight. How they ended up in situations as these, he could not comprehend.

The bonding was only one part, he allowed himself to acknowledge. While it did heighten urges, it did not create them. Thus, he was again at odds with his actions. He would rather blame it all on the uncontrollable urges created by the connection, but those had been sated last night when he had again taken Potter forcibly and without mind. He had no justification for the reason that the boy made him react in the most uncongenial ways. His ever growing urge to possess the boy body and soul was enough to send him into a fire bomb of inward curses.

Potter shifted again, this time turned and pressing his face into Severus' chest. He found that he had held his breath the moment the boy moved. This was absolutely ridiculous! He could easily pull away and be done with it. Yet, he still could not pry his hands from the boy. He found his hands pulling the boy closer instead. His body was reacting again and when he finally succumbed, he was on top of the boy, driving their arousals together and forcibly waking the boy from his slumber.

Potter's eyes shot open and his mouth gaped at the sensations riding between them. Severus had every mind to shock that face right off the boy. He pulled the boy's legs apart, nudging his already swollen entrance. The boy stared at him still seemingly trying to comprehend the situation. Severus gave the boy no time to consider because the desire to defile the boy withstood every other urge, and he was lubricating then sliding in.

The hot cavern of the boy was overwhelmingly delicious. It took every strength to not lose himself right then. He waited a moment, allowing Potter to adjust to the sensation, and then he was pulling inside the boy, bringing his erection near fully unsheathed and then driving it deep inside the next. The sinful act was enough to cause him to audibly groan. It was unbecoming, he knew, but the mere feel of the boy was absolutely intoxicating and better than any aged fire whisky he had the pleasure to drink.

The body beneath him arched, meeting with Severus' above him in the act. Severus pushed the boy down, driving into him again and feeling the boy's legs wrap around him. He put his nose to the place where neck met collarbone and tasted the flesh he found there. Potter let out a gasp beneath him. In spite of himself, he found a smirk pulling at his lips, and he once more tasted the boy's flesh savoring in the way it tasted of salt and moisture.

After a moment of merely tasting Potter's flesh, he penetrated it with his sharp fangs, drinking the liquid life from the boy. With an overdrive of sensations, it was not long before Potter was calling out his name and spilling his arousal in between them. The boy's insides clenched almost impossibly around Severus, and he found he could no longer hold onto his climax. He surrendered to the undulation of sensation that rode through his entire body. It was an entirely satisfying feeling that he could not fully dismiss.

Potter lay completely comatose beneath him. It took all he could muster to not smile in triumph. It was, he decided, completely natural for him to want to sate the boy as well. It would not be as gratifying if he was the only one to find satisfaction. Who was he jesting? Potter was positively radiant post-intercourse. His forehead shined with the excursions of being claimed. His hair lay in disarray as it often did, but the way it did afterwards was much more enticing then before it.

Severus gazed at the boy a moment longer. He could feel his heart squeeze for one small moment, and then all was lost when those brilliant emerald eyes opened and looked upon him with pure undeniable innocence. The boy was irrevocably stunning. If he had the mind to, he would place claim where no one could deny the boy was his.

He was suddenly hit with the realization that he had just had mind to publically claim the boy. He shook off his thoughts and lay beside the boy. He was losing everything he had ever known of himself. He knew that he was miserable and undeserving of anything that would bring about happiness. He was sentenced to a life of service and pain. He was destined to be lonely. However, he now had the question hanging between him and Harry Potter…

'Am I in love,' their minds asked simultaneously.

Harry was lost to his shallow breathing. He had not expected to wake up with the man near him, and he definitely had not expected the man to be on top of him. He was utterly confused by the situation. Just last night, Severus had reasoned that he did not know why he did what he did, but that he was going to work on keeping things even enough around each other. To deliberately take advantage of Harry in the morning was not something he had expected from his potion's professor.

He was once again unable to get a grasp onto who the man was. One moment, he was blubbering git of the year and the next, passionate and possessive lover. It was enough to drive a teenage boy mad. He was completely confounded. He did not know what to expect of the man next or whether he could trust any one of the actions made by him.

Harry rose from the bed, being the first to move from the clouded haze of passion that was intense enough to feel heavy on his chest. He put his clothes on as quickly as he could without glancing back knowing that Severus would be staring at him. He needed to remove himself from the miasma of the room. He needed to talk to someone other than his own conscience. He needed Ron and Hermione.

He walked down the hallway as quickly as he could. He stepped gingerly since his back was still sore from the intensity of this morning. He made his way into the kitchen allowing a breath to escape him. He felt every bit tired as he probably looked.

"Hoo," a sound came from outside the window. Harry turned in alarm, but was quickly relieved to see his cherished owl and friend, Hedwig, tapping at the window. He rushed over to the window, opening it, and allowing the bird to step inside. He gave the bird a rewarding pet as he took the note tied to her right leg.

"It's so good to see you," he said receiving a gentle nip from the owl in response. "I see you've been busy."

Since the treats were in the bedroom, in his trunk, he turned to find some meat in the refrigerator to reward the bird with. After finding a piece of turkey to give her, he began to read the letter she had carried.

"Dear Harry," it began in recognizably his godfather's writing.

"Albus Dumbledore has brought it to my attention that there was a bonding with a certain wizard in which I was not made aware of until after the deed had been committed. He has generously notified me of your whereabouts and I will be paying you a visit as soon as I am able. Be assured, I have a word or two to discuss with both of you."

Harry groaned audibly. He had forgotten entirely about Sirius and how dreadfully livid he would be at the news. Ever since he had first met the man that was his father's best friend, and long-time companion, he had never once wished he wouldn't pay a visit. However, since he was sure it would be imminent that his godfather found out about the bonding, it was only a matter of time before he would have to deal with the man's rage.

He read the last bit:

"I'm disappointed in both you and Albus, Harry. I would have thought you would at least send word of it. SB."

Harry felt guilt settle into him. A part of him hadn't wanted the man to know because he was sure that Sirius would have done everything within his power to prevent it. After realizing what Harry felt for Severus, he was not exactly jumping at the chance to declare it to everyone especially not Sirius who could not go one moment without insulting the man.

"From whom in which you have received a letter?" The question startled him into dropping the letter he had reread a total of five times. Harry turned around to be faced with the man he had been doing his best to avoid the last few minutes.

"Uh," he started in his state of alarm. "It's from Sirius."

"And what, pray tell, did that dog have to say that was of such importance that he would jeopardize our whereabouts?" Severus was sneering, and Harry could tell that he was more than a bit irritated that Sirius would send a letter especially the day after they had bonded.

"He found out," Harry said in a small voice.

"Ah," Severus said nonchalantly. "I assume he is not exactly pleased about in whom you have bonded with."

It wasn't a question. Harry knew that both Sirius and Severus shared much more than a bit of hatred between them. Every time they came within twenty meters of each other, a battle ensued. It was impossible to imagine what Sirius would do now that his only godson and loved one would be martyred off to the man that inspired such hatred within him. He was sure to cast the killing curse on Severus.

"He said Dumbledore told him where we were, and he would be coming to have a 'talk' with us," Harry said looking away to avoid what anger might arise in the man's eyes.

"That old fool," Severus said pounding his fists against the countertop.

"Look," Harry said turning to Severus who was standing over the sink with his eyes casted dangerously to the window. "I will talk to him, alone. I think it best for everyone if you aren't in the room. You know you guys will only end up killing each other. I don't want to have to be the one to choose who to save if that were to happen."

Severus turned his eyes to him. "I do not wish for you to have to take a verbal lashing from that filthy mutt alone. I will accompany you whether you deem it 'best' or not."

"Whether you like it or not, Severus, that 'mutt' is my only family, and I will not allow you to insult him. He has every right to be angry. I did go behind his back, and he had to find out through Dumbledore what happened between us. So I will deal with him." Harry stood his ground, momentarily having a staring feud between them. Finally, Severus let out an exasperated breath.

"As you wish," he said. "But be assured that I will be listening, and if he so much as indicates to lay one finger on you, then he will have me to deal with. What is done is done, Potter. Do not let him think it otherwise." Severus turned on his heels and walked from the room with amplification. Harry knew that he was not happy about it, but was content with the way they had handled it. Severus had not insulted him or took out his anger. It had been civil and true to how a real argument should proceed. He could feel his heart clench somewhere deep inside his chest warning him he was beginning to fall once more. He shook off the feeling. He would deal with that later. Now, he had to think about what he was going to say to Sirius that would convince him he was not forced into bonding with Snape.

The day idled away, and Harry found that he was alone for most of it. Severus had barricaded himself up in a room that he had reformed into his laboratory, in which Harry was grateful. He enjoyed the little time he had to freely think about things. He had finished a letter to both Hermione and Ron, explaining in detail, of course not truthfully, the reason for his absence and telling of Lucius Malfoy but only which did not share more than was necessary. He knew that his friends would never believe him to lie to them, and for this, he was grateful.

He spent the next few hours exploring the cottage that had more rooms then it should, straying away from the one Severus had locked himself in. The historical readings that he found in one room were completely defiled by an extraordinary amount of notes written in many of the margins. Much of the writing was very hard to make out. He finally returned to the main living area to find Severus sitting next to the fire holding a book.

Harry stopped just short of the entrance, not knowing if he should leave the man be or step in to join him.

"Well do not just stand there," Severus said looking from over his book. "Sit."

Harry did as he was instructed taking a seat nearest the chair that Severus sat in. He wanted to be near the man, though currently he was still trying to muster enough courage to talk to him.

"Would you care for some tea, Harry?" Severus said snapping his fingers materializing a tray of tea and cakes. Harry took the tea and sipped at the hot liquid. It was still unbelievable when Severus would say his name. It genuinely sounded foreign on the man's lips every time he did.

"Um," Harry started feebly. "What were you doing in that room all day?"

Snape looked up from the tea cup he had grabbed. "Afraid I was concocting a poison for your treasured dog?"

"No," Harry said biting back the retort he wished to say. "I was just wondering, I guess."

"I was mixing Pepper-Up potions for Madam Pomfrey's supply," he said indifferently. "She had expressed the need, and since I have nothing better to occupy my time with, decided to fulfill that request."

"Ah," Harry said. Silence ensued between them much had it done many times before it. Every conversation they ever had ended in silence, or in anger. Although, it wasn't disconcerting the way it always did. It was quite nice, actually. It was something stable about Harry's life that he had to rely on. Despite what had occurred between them, it never got in the way of how Severus treated him. Well not really, anyway.

The night passed quietly and finally, they both made their way back to the bed chamber. Something told Harry that tomorrow would be the day that Sirius made his appearance. He would have a long day ahead of him.
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