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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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Severus groaned at the sound of incessant pounding on his door. Every hit against the wood seemed to also strike against his head as well. Loud, horrible pain shot through every inch of, not only his head, but all through his face and even down his neck. The migraine, at least, distracted somewhat from the tingling, burning feeling that possessed the rest of his body. The Dark Lord had truly outdone himself with his Cruciatus tonight. At least half of the Death Eaters had been cursed for disappointing him. It was a bit horrifying to think that Severus hadn’t even gotten the worst of it. Johan Yaxley was well on his way to sharing a room with the Longbottoms the last Severus had seen of him.

Nothing was going according to the Dark Lord’s plan. All of his spies, those in the Ministry and Severus in the Order, were punished. The Dark Lord wanted more information, power, more to be done but there wasn’t much anyone could do now. He definitely wanted Dumbledore out of the picture this year but that plan seemed to be going nowhere. He had attempted to contact the Malfoys several times today to discuss said plan, only to be unable to find them. Malfoy Manor hardly had anything missing. They had been too smart to attempt to bring everything with them so the Dark Lord, at least, had some hopes of being able to find them soon.

Merlin, whoever was at the door was going to be hexed as soon as Severus could convince his body to move. The most he had done upon stumbling out of his floo was to drag himself into his bedroom to flop down on his bed. He only managed to dig through his bedside drawer for a minute in search of a pain-relieving potion, recently created by him and designed specifically for the after-effects of the Cruciatus Curse, before giving up. His arm trembled too much and the sharp pain in his head was slowly setting his body aflame. The pain itself didn’t deter him from moving but the more he did, the harder it was for him to focus on his actions. His mind felt muddled. Every time he tried willing himself to do something, it never quite went as planned; anywhere from trying to sit up and rolling over instead to attempting to reach over to put out the light and kicking his leg instead.

If he could get some peace and quiet, he was sure he could calm himself down enough to sort through this mess. Unfortunately, his unwelcome visitor was determined. It was several minutes before the pounding stopped and Severus felt some of the tension leave his body when he was sure the noise wouldn’t return. It only took a few minutes of this for the scorching pain to fade into a sore throbbing but it was easier now. He might even risk trying to find his potion again if he didn’t pass out first.

When he heard the loud bang from the front of his house, Severus’s first instinct was to jump up. “Agh!” he cried out in pain, hips jerking high into the air while his arms flew upwards and falling back down to cover his face. Holy hell! His heart raced so fast in his chest it was painful, though that was hardly the worst of his injuries to be flaring up. The burning wasn’t as bad as it had been and the whole ordeal was considerably less harmful than actually being under the curse. It wasn’t long before he got his wits back and was able to question what in Merlin’s name had happened. By that time a strange figure appeared in his open doorway and he cracked his eyes open to glare at the figure. He couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing at first until the boy came beside him.

“Snape! Are you alright?” Potter asked.

“The bloody…What are you…Potter…” Severus muttered, wishing he could think clearly enough to form a somewhat commanding and intimidating statement that would have the child flying from the house.

“Do you need help?”

“No…Agh! Potion…the potion,” Severus mumbled. He wasn’t sure why he was telling Potter he needed the potion. What he needed was for Potter to go.

“What potion?” Potter asked, spinning around and looking about wildly, as though it might be hovering in midair for him to snatch.

“The potion,” Severus repeated. “Potion.” If he couldn’t tell the boy to leave, why on earth couldn’t he tell him where the potion was?

“Yes, I know…What potion?” Potter asked, frowning and looking around more slowly. “Is it…err…here? I don’t have to make it, do I? I’m shite at potions, remember?”

“Forget,” Severus muttered. No, he hadn’t forgotten. It was supposed to be “How could I forget?” He had never reacted this badly to the curse, damn it! “Potion.” Bugger. Potter already bloody knew he needed the potion! If only he could get his mouth to agree with everything going through his head. “Potter.”

“Yes, it’s me,” the boy said patiently. He apparently gave up on waiting for an answer from Severus and began rummaging through the shelves of the bookcase across the room. Aside from books, there were random other items, such as decorative figures Lily had bought him over the years, a plaque he had found in the attic on Spinner’s End of the Prince family crest, and a beautiful wooden box Lily got for him on his thirtieth birthday. He often filled that with his favorite candies that he indulged in only now and then.

“No. Potion. Agh. Open,” Severus said. There, that was getting better.

“Open?” Potter repeated as he moved. Seeing nothing on the shelves he abandoned that search and turned to Severus’s closet.

Idiot boy. The drawer! His bedside table. Goddamn it, why was Potter looking through his things? “D-drawer,” he managed to croak out, feeling as though his brain might literally explode if he put any more effort into this communication.

“Drawer?” Potter mumbled and stared into the closet confusedly for a moment before glancing around the room. Finally, spotting the bedside table, his eyes lit up in realization and he walked quickly towards it, yanking open the top drawer. Severus cringed at the sound of it, of the glass phials clicking together and rattling around.

“Care…” he mumbled. Careful. Be careful, you twit!

“Umm…Which one is it?” Potter asked, eyes wide. The drawer was full of various potions he often found himself in need of. The largest grouping seemed to be the numerous hangover potions and the pain relievers, which were often most useful to keep at his bedside. Others included nausea-relief, sleep aids, a few poisons, just in case,, and various lubricants.

“Potion,” he managed to say clearly, though that wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. What was it? He scrunched his eyebrows together and pictured the correct phial in his head. “Blue…blue cher…”

“Chair?” Potter asked, raising an eyebrow. “Blue chair?”

“Cherry,” Severus managed to force out.

“Blue cherry?” Potter repeated, finding this no more useful than a blue chair. He looked back into the drawer. There were a few blue potions in there, Severus well knowing that two of them were poisons.

“No,” Severus said, though that wasn’t what Severus meant at all. “Ugh.”

“No?” Potter asked, beginning to sound frustrated.

Severus wanted to glare at him. Instead, he kept his eyes closed and grunted. “Smell.”

“Oh! Okay,” Potter replied then, dutifully, began plucking out the blue phials, opening them and carefully sniffing them. Severus was tempted to chuckle at the few times Potter made gagging noises but a strange sort of sigh escaped him instead.

“This…I think this is it,” Potter said. Severus groaned and removed his arms from his head and reluctantly opened his eyes. His vision didn’t seem to want to focus anywhere for several seconds, but he finally managed to stare at the phial of a silvery blue liquid.

“Mhm,” he grunted, attempting to sit up.

“Here, I got it,” Potter said. The boy sat down beside Severus on the bed and scooted closer, putting his arm under Severus and holding his neck up slightly while he placed the phial to Severus’s lips. When had he opened it? No matter, he was at least getting the potion now. He wasn’t quite sure he liked being held and fed the potion like a child but there wasn’t much else he could do for the time being. At least his throat muscles were working well enough to swallow the potion easily enough, only a small bit dribbling out of the side of his mouth. Despite smelling like cherries, the potion tasted like some unpleasantly strange combination of oranges and chocolate. It was better tasting than most potions at least.

“There,” Potter said quietly, gently lowering him back onto the bed, pulling the sleeve of his shirt over his hand to wipe the bit of potion that slid down Severus’s neck. “There anything else you need?”

Severus only waved his hand at the boy to get him to leave him. Potter shifted slightly away but remained on the bed, watching him in mild concern. His constant twitching was annoying but, for the first few minutes, Severus hardly noticed it. He merely lay there with his eyes closed, keeping as still as possible while he breathed in and out deeply. The pain started to ebb slowly, but surely, and, after five minutes, it was down to a somewhat bearable ache. His thoughts were certainly clearer now. Severus frowned, determined to lay here as long as possible but the incessant moving of Potter’s was going to drive him mad.

“What in Merlin’s name possessed you to break into my home, Potter?” Severus snapped groggily, glowering at the boy as he sat up in bed. “I do hope you aren’t stupid enough to think you could get away with stealing from me or playing any of your childish pranks. Then again, looking at who your father is. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that you must be severely brain damaged.”

Potter glared back, anger sparking in those emerald orbs, replacing any worry that once resided there. “You know, I wonder if you really hate my dad because he bullied you. Maybe it has more to do with the fact that you’re in love with my mum.”

Severus’s blood seemed to run cold. All of the color drained from his face. For several long seconds all he could do was stare at the defiant young wizard. “What did you just say to me, boy?”

Potter cringed at that and shifted uncomfortably. He certainly didn’t like being called ‘boy’, something Severus attributed to the fact that his abusive relatives would only refer to him that way when he was younger. Severus had had the displeasure of viewing the boy’s worst memories in those disastrous Occlumency lessons the boy’s fifth year. If Potter was willing to throw Lily in his face, Severus didn’t mind playing dirty.

“You heard me,” Potter growled. “Everyone would say it but I didn’t think a greasy, sadistic, evil bastard such as yourself could love anyone. But I do always notice how quick you are to insult my dad but you never say one rotten thing about my mum. Then I started paying attention to how you look at her. You’re friends, right? I always wondered how you could have any friends, you git. I wondered why on earth she would have anything to do with you. But you aren’t so mean to her, are you? If you love her.”

“Shut up,” Severus growled, quickly darting across the bed. Potter moved immediately and backed up to the nearest wall as Severus gracelessly jumped out of bed and advanced on him. “My relationship to your mother is none of your business. In fact, no part of my life is any of your business at all. Now leave.”

“Why did I even fucking bother coming here?” Potter muttered. “Should have just left you to rot in your bloody bed.”

The boy shoved past Severus and stormed out of the room. Severus glared after the boy then followed him, grabbing his arm when he was only a few feet away from the room. “Why did you even bother then, Potter? Please enlighten me.”

Potter yanked his arm from Severus’s grasp. “Because I saw you, you git!”

Severus quirked an eyebrow. “You saw me…?”

“I had a vision!” Potter snapped. “Not even the usual ones about Voldemort! I saw the meeting and I saw how horrible you looked when you got home!”

That put a stop to Severus’s anger which, instead, slowly melted in confusion. It felt as though a large chunk of ice had dropped into his stomach then the fear he felt assured him that something inside of him knew what that meant and he didn’t like it. “You saw me when I got home?”

“Yes!” Potter said, exasperated. “I don’t understand it. I usually see things from his perspective or if it’s just about him. But at the end, there was no Voldemort. Just you. I was thinking it could be because of the bond. You know? If we shared some sort of connection like I do with Voldemort now…”

“Don’t say his name,” Severus hissed, realizing the boy had been throwing the name about quite carelessly these past few minutes.

“I didn’t even think of that until I got here,” Potter said, his own irritation finally fading somewhat. “Look, I was just worried when I saw you and I know you live alone so I thought I might try to help.”

“Don’t presume I need your help,” Severus snarled. This news was quite disturbing. He would have to bring it up to Dumbledore the next meeting. For now, he was much more concerned with antagonizing Potter for a bit before kicking him out.

“You need help alright,” Potter muttered sarcastically.

“What exactly are you implying, Potter?”

“That you could use a little help in acting less like an arse for absolutely no reason! You could say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Potter, for not letting me wallow around in agony all night.’ Instead you jump all over me and act like an ungrateful git!”

“Tsk, tsk, you’ll need to expand your vocabulary beyond ‘git’ and ‘bastard.’ I’m finding that the continuous usage of the word makes them less effective.”

“As if anything effects you. Wouldn’t you have to have a heart to care?”

“As if I haven’t heard all of the heartless jokes before. Try again.”

“You must have heard it all before. If enough people call you a greasy arsehole and every other name in the book, you’d think you’d start realizing they weren’t insults at all, only the truth.”

“Whether it’s the truth or not, I would hope those of your age to have more clever ammunition then just that. I see more and more of you dunderheads every year.”

“What about Death Eater, then, hm? Does everyone know how you kiss Voldemort’s arse on a daily basis?”

Severus wanted to strangle the boy.

“The correct terminology is spy. You should well know the truth by now, boy. You’re just pulling things out of your arse now. It hardly hurts my feelings because I know the difference between the things I’ve done in the past and what I am doing presently to save your pathetic hide.”

“Past? It’ll never be in the past, Snape! You’ll always have that Dark Mark on your arm just like you’ll always be a pathetic, ungrateful, sadistic, hideous, sarcastic bully! You are a…a power-hungry slave who is all too willing to bend over for two masters because you don’t want to risk being on the losing side. You are a coward! What’s worse…”

Anger unlike anything he had ever felt before bubbled over. Without thinking of the consequences, without truly knowing what he was doing at all, Severus whipped out his wand and hissed a powerful Stinging Hex in Potter’s direction. The boy howled in pain and stumbled to the side, clinging to the wall to keep himself upright. There was an angry red mark on his collarbone where the spell had hit.

“As much as I enjoy listening to you spout your juvenile views, I hardly think it fair I’m the only one with such an honor,” Severus growled, still jabbing his wand in Potter’s direction. Potter flinched but forced himself to stand up straight, looking Severus dead in the eye. “You are the most dismal excuse for a wizard I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. I’m sure you’ve heard all of the praise, haven’t you? Everyone thinks you’re so special…gifted, they say. They think you’re powerful. I, for one, cannot fathom how any of those idiots is placing all of their faith in you. The weight of the world on your shoulders. Ha!” Severus sneered and slowly approached the boy, causing him to eye Severus warily then back away, sliding across the wall and down the hall, trying to avoid him. Unfortunately, for Potter, Severus approached him in a way that made nearing the exit impossible and was instead being backed towards Severus’s bedroom again. “How many people have you watched die, Potter? Hmm? How many have you killed? How many have you harmed beyond repair? What darkness has found its way into your pretty little world of rainbows and butterflies? A great Seeker you may be but what else are you? You are no warrior. You are a foolhardy Gryffindor whose bravery is not admirable, but rather dangerous to not only you, but everyone around you! How many of your so-called loved ones have nearly been killed because of your reckless schemes? How many will actually face their doom for you by the end of this war? You would do well to remember, Potter, that you are the Boy-Who-Lived, not because of any great skill but out of pure luck. It is that same luck that has kept you alive for seventeen years. But even your luck will one day run out. And how many people are going to end up killed when it does? What real hope does this world have if you are its hero? Because when I look at you, I don’t see our savior. I see the scrawny, pathetic excuse for a little boy who could never do anything right…who couldn’t even defend himself against Muggles…let alone powerful Dark Wizards more than four times his age.”

Potter’s face was bright red by the time Severus was done. He opened his mouth to speak but, as he continued to back away, the boy tripped and fell right on his arse. He scowled up at Severus, green eyes filled with tears. Severus wasn’t sure if they were angry or hurt tears. Maybe they were both, he thought with delight. He sneered down at the little boy and raised his eyebrows challengingly.

The younger wizard just sputtered for a moment as he scrambled to his feet. “You…you great…prick!” the boy stammered.

Severus chuckled darkly, moving upon Potter again. Potter backed up right into Severus’s room. Black eyes darted to his bedside table as he thought of all of the poisons that resided there that he would very much like to force-feed, phial and all, down Potter’s throat. Adrenaline pumped hard through him. This was exciting. He could very well imagine pounding Potter’s head into the wall and sending him back to his parents in a bloodied ball. The brat deserved nothing less right now. The way he spoke to Severus! As though he knew something about the older man. As if he could dare stand up to someone so much older, smarter, and more skilled than he. Potter was going to regret ever opening his smart mouth. The boy got away with far too much and could use some harsh discipline.

“Yes, you rather like my great prick, don’t you, Potter?” Severus drawled, eyes glittering wickedly. He was pleased the way those emerald eyes grew wide in embarrassment and shock. Severus chuckled darkly. “My little slut.”

“Don’t call me that!” Potter snapped, a slight tremor in his voice.

“And why not?” Severus purred, a malicious glimmer in his dark eyes. He stepped ever closer to Potter, hoping to rile him up some more. Potter had come here to invade his home, thinking he had the right to just barge in and do as he wished. Vision or not, it was unacceptable. As a teacher, he couldn’t very well attack students in any violent or harsh manner but they were not teacher and student right now. He was a man dealing with someone who had broken into his house. A little brat who had made his life hell for years. He was going to enjoy making him suffer by being crueler than he had been in years. “Don’t you remember how wantonly you moaned for me that night, boy?”

“I-if I’m a boy, what does that make you?” Potter spat.

Ah, and now the pedophile remarks begin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone enjoy having a cock up their arse as much as you did, whore,” Severus said.

“How many other children have you touched, you sick…you rapist?!” Harry snapped.

The heat was blinding. The need, the energy, everything was so intense. As Severus stepped closer to Potter, they were both sure the boy was going home in several different boxes. Instead of hurling the most excruciating curse at the young hero or wrapping his hands around that pale neck, Severus gripped Potter by his unruly hair and brought his mouth down to those soft lips, parted in what must have been meant to be more angry shouts. Potter didn’t even fight back. Surprisingly strong hands gripped Severus’s greasy locks and those lips moved against his eagerly.

Hands that should have been yanking out skin and hair instead pulled apart clothes then tossed them to the floor. They stumbled gracelessly across the room as they refused to part mouths, refused to stop touching more than they needed to, in the removal of restrictive materials. If either had any rational thought left, they might have been surprised to realize just how aroused they were when they had been seething in fury only minutes before.

It was magnetism. Some powerful force beyond their control was pulling them together. It would be painful, if it was at all possible, to tear them away from each other now. Potter’s mouth tasted like oranges and some pleasant taste beneath that which was so very Harry Potter. Within minutes, the taste of blood joined the flavor as Severus’s teeth pulled a bit too roughly at Potter’s lower lip. Pained tears filled Potter’s eyes and Severus licked it away with his bloody tongue before it plundered Potter’s mouth again.

His hands moved everywhere, eagerly exploring every bit of the young, muscular body he could reach. There was nothing better than the feel of a hard, smooth, hairless chest beneath his hands, brushing over pebbled nipples as his hands drew all along the front of his body. Nothing was better, except, maybe, feeling up those Quidditch toned legs or gripping that firm arse to pull the young body closer. He felt the young wizard’s hardness, hot and eager against his thigh while his own was trapped against Potter’s stomach between their bodies. As he moved his mouth down to taste the boy’s neck, he undulated his hips and pulled Potter against him, providing nice movement and friction for them both.

Foreplay was too much to handle. He needed to be buried deep inside that tight channel now. He needed it the way he needed food, water, and oxygen. It had been days since their first time and Severus felt severely deprived. How had he not done this before? Even worse, how had he not continued nonstop since they started, since he realized how utterly delicious his soul mate was?

“Need…now,” Potter gasped as Severus sucked at his neck. He could tell the other enjoyed the attention to that area a great deal the way he moved and moaned in response, his fingers tightening on Severus’s sides.

“Yes,” Severus said breathlessly. He immediately dragged Potter towards the nearest piece of furniture which, instead of the bed, ended up being one of the chairs that sat near his bookcase. He sat down and yanked Potter into his lap, thinking a second too late that he had forgotten the lubricant. Oh well, they could make do without it. “I would like for you to suck my cock, Mr. Potter,” Severus said quietly, pressing his hand on Potter’s head, carefully urging the boy downwards. Potter raised no objections and easily slid from his lap to the floor, inexperienced mouth instantly latching onto his cock. The younger of the two took in too much at once and immediately gagged then came back up, gasping for air, but wasted no time putting his mouth back to work once he’d caught his breath. Severus groaned, entangling his fingers in that thick hair, urging Potter down and only loosening his grip slightly whenever he started to gag again. It took a couple of minutes for the boy to learn his limits. He enthusiastically sucked and lapped at Severus’s dick while Severus watched through half-lidded eyes that familiar head bobbing up on his cock. The feeling was exquisite. Warm, wetness sliding over his aching cock, slick tongue massaging overheated flesh and shooting heat and pleasure all through him. It was enough to leave him trembling and desperate for more.

Merlin, what he wouldn’t give to hold Potter’s head there and fuck that eager mouth until he came. He would love to watch Potter swallow every last drop of his come.

He needed more, though. That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to be deep inside of that toned body, making Potter moan and writhe, making the boy feel every bit as perfect as Potter made him feel in these moments.

“Up. Now. Right now,” Severus gasped. He watched in fascination as that mouth slowly slid off of his cock, a few more excited licks at the head before Potter clumsily scrambled back into his lap, eagerly rubbing his cock against Severus’s stomach.

Severus stuck his fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue all around them, lathering them in as much saliva as he could manage before pulling them out and reaching around, sliding his finger down the Potter’s crack before finding his treasure. One finger pressed against that budded entrance, sliding back and forth only a few times before impatiently adding a second finger. Potter hissed and clenched in pain but rocked back against the invading digits. Severus occupied his time nipping at Potter’s lips before swooping down to lick at one of his nipples. Potter moaned loudly as his tongue encircled the nub, then taking it into his mouth and sucking gently.

“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” Potter gasped.

The young wizard probably wasn’t prepared enough but Severus removed his two fingers anyway. Unable to even form words, Severus grabbed Potter and maneuvered him so that the boy was facing away from him. The chair wasn’t big enough to do this properly but that didn’t mean much to either of them. In an attempt to get into position, Potter fell, face first, out of the chair. Growling in frustration, Severus followed him, crawling over Potter to keep him from getting up or moving. Reaching down he pulled one cheek apart, shifting his hips a bit so that his dick pressed between them, moving up and down in search of the poorly prepared entrance. Once he felt the head of his cock bump against it, Severus sat up and grasped Potter’s hips firmly, driving himself in hard.

He had to. The younger body put up too much resistance and Severus simply had to be inside of him. Potter cried out in pain, body fighting against his natural instinct to jerk away from the agonizing intrusion to instead bump back eagerly against Severus, helping force his way inside. Eyes rolled into the back of his head at the incredible tight heat gripping every inch of him. It was glorious…no other lover had felt nearly as heavenly as Potter did.

It wasn’t long before he was completely buried, his balls pressed firmly against that taut arse. He ran his hands over the tempting flesh, giving a firm squeeze that made Potter’s already tight walls constrict around him. Severus shivered in pleasure and gripped those hips once more, wasting no time in plowing into that warm body. It wasn’t easy to move at first with how little time he had spent in stretching the boy, and with only saliva used, hardly a good enough lubricant. It was rough. The boy was in pain. Every whimper that escaped his mouth proved as such, as did the strain Severus noticed in his back. Curiously, he even reached around to feel the boy’s face, fingers finding the wetness of the tears rolling down his face.

He should have been comforting. He should have soothingly assured him to relax, remained still and stroked his skin until he could loosen up somewhat. Even Severus wasn’t that vindictive to purposefully make sex an awful experience. This went beyond compassion, beyond clear thought. He was being driven by a force too powerful to overcome. His body craved this like it had never craved anything in his life. The hunger was too intense to have any hope of stopping him. To be fair, Potter was hardly putting on a fight. Despite the obvious signs of his torture, Potter met every thrust, body responding to Severus’s every movement easily. No matter what he was feeling, Potter’s body was encouraging Severus to take what he wanted. Because as much as it hurt, Potter wanted it…no…needed it, too.

Minutes later, Severus was all sweat and labored breathing as he pounded into Potter’s body, feeling as though he might crush the boy’s bones if he gripped him any tighter. Potter humped back against him with more enthusiasm, whimpers of pain turning into loud moans and cries of ecstasy. Severus was certain he had never heard a more magical sound in his life. Every pleading sound that escaped Potter’s mouth shot straight to his cock.

When he noticed Potter’s hand reaching down to touch himself, Severus pulled out. He sat back and wrapped his arms around his soul mate’s middle, moving him with some effort. Potter made a surprised sound as Severus dragged him back to the chair and deposited him in the seat. The position Potter landed in didn’t look very comfortable. Most of his back was in the seat of the chair while his shoulders and neck were propped awkwardly on the back. Severus didn’t care. He grabbed the boy’s ankles and placed his feet on the arms of the chair, his bum just barely hanging over the edge of the seat. Severus got to his knees and wound his arms underneath Potter’s legs to grip the sides of the chair while he positioned himself and thrust back inside.

“Shite!” Potter cried out in surprise. “Fuck me! Yes…Fuck…Yessssssssss!”

Yes, indeed. Severus grunted in satisfaction as he continued thrusting as though he had never stopped, renewed enthusiasm for the new position. Watching Potter’s face twist in pleasure, those droplets of sweat trailing over his tan skin, and the way he clutched at the edges of the chair above his head were all very arousing. Unable to resist temptation, he leaned forward to lick away a line of sweat as it came down Potter’s stomach, eyes flickering up towards his face as he did so.

“Fuck me! Shite! Snape…Oh yes!”

Potter’s hand trailed back down to his groin, but Severus reached over and knocked his hand out of the way. Still buried inside of Potter, he paused for a moment and shifted on his knees a bit while he grabbed Potter’s legs and shoved them to his chest. He held his hands there as he picked up movement again, sliding in and out of that perfect little heaven for his cock. Merlin, he would have given anything to be able to fuck Potter forever, to have his cock forever reside in that tight channel. The utter perfection of this feeling left him desperate to feel this way forever, and at the same time eager to reach its conclusion.

It wasn’t long before his orgasm overtook him and he buried himself as deeply inside as he could when he released. He came with a long groan, collapsing on top of Potter while he caught his breath. His head spun a bit but his body was sated in a way he had never before experienced. It would have been much better if not for Potter’s constant wiggling and whimpering. When he felt he had the strength he reluctantly pulled away and pried Potter’s legs apart, swooping down to slowly tongue the weeping head of his cock. Potter’s hips bucked up and he made a very lovely sound, a surprised and pleasured shriek while kicking his legs out to the sides. Severus opened his mouth and gladly took the needy cock into his mouth. There was something strangely arousing about having his mouth full of hot, heavy cock and was quite pleased to run his tongue along the length of it. The experience didn’t last very long. Only seconds later Potter’s hips jerked and he felt the hot, salty tasty of the boy’s seed on his taste buds. He swallowed it down expertly before pulling his mouth away and sliding down to the floor.

He was exhausted. There was no way he was making it to bed the bed, no matter what awful memories he had of the last time he’d slept on the floor. He remained conscious long enough for Potter to slide out of the chair then crawl over to him, laying down beside him with his head resting on Severus’s chest, an arm and a leg thrown across his body. Without a second though, Severus rolled onto his side and pulled Potter into his arms as he drifted into sleep.

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It was late morning when Draco Malfoy decided to pay his godfather a visit.  Between Lucius’s bad mood and Narcissa’s need to decorate their new house, Draco needed an escape.  It wasn’t as though he could risk leaving the village until school started and he knew he couldn’t leave his property very often.  He at least knew he’d be safe with Severus.  The man hadn’t responded to his firecall but his father made clear that the Dark Lord had summoned them last night.  Perhaps Severus needed a day to recover and, maybe, Draco could offer his aid.

He walked instead to the shabby house in Godric’s Hollow, one hand gripping the wand in his robes, his silvery gray eyes doing their best to take in everything as he walked.  He regretted leaving his house by the end of the trip but he was too close to Severus’s to turn back now.  He could always Apparate back home if anything strange happened.  He would be fine, he assured himself.  The Dark Lord wouldn’t know where to find them.  Why should he even care where the Malfoys had gone?  He would care, Draco knew, but he tried not to think about that.  Every person he saw passing on the streets got a second look.  No one paid him much attention so, by the time he finally saw Severus’s home up ahead, he relaxed and walked forward confidently.

To his surprise, there were already two very familiar people standing at the front door.  There was no mistaking those thick, brown curls or that long, fiery red mane.  Draco sighed heavily, slowed down, and did his best not to bring any attention to himself as he walked up behind them.  Granger made an exasperated sound as she raised her fist to knock loudly on the door. “Hello?  Professor Snape?”  It must not have been the first time she had knocked.  What were they even doing here?

“Are you sure Harry’s here, Hermione?” Weaslette asked.

“Yes!  This is where he came last night and he hasn’t come home yet,” Granger replied.

“Maybe Snape killed him and chopped him up for potions ingredients,” Weaslette muttered.

Draco rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to scoff at the comment. His amusement at their words quickly faded into confusion when he fully registered what had been said. What was Potter doing at Severus’s house?

“That’s not funny!” Granger hissed.

“You didn’t hear me laughing, did you?” Weaselette snapped. “What if he left here and went somewhere else?”

“We should at least make sure,” Granger argued, raising her fist to knock again.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” Draco drawled, finally through being invisible. He smirked and quirked his eyebrows when both girls spun around to gape at him.

“What are you doing here, ferret face?” Weaselette demanded.

“I am visiting my godfather, thank you very much,” Draco replied. “The better question would be what are you doing here? The last I checked it would be highly inappropriate for two female students to be visiting their male professor’s home unsupervised.”

“We’re just…It’s none of your business,” Weaselette said. “C’mon, Hermione, I don’t think he’s going to answer.”

At that moment, the door flung open. The three outside of the house all jumped in surprise, though Draco would deny doing anything of the sort. Potter staggered out of the door, face twisted up in pain. The way he wobbled around looked as though he had been savagely attacked, only the lack of visible injuries making that an unlikely theory. It took the muttering wizard a moment to realize he was not alone. His face immediately burned bright red while his green eyes widened in shock. Severus appeared only seconds later, thrusting a phial of some reddish orange potion into his hands. “Now stop your whinging,” Severus snapped.

“Are you alright, Harry?” Weaslette asked in a panic.

“Err…yeah,” Potter mumbled, fumbling with opening the phial and downing its contents.

“All of you, leave,” Severus barked. “I have work to do.” Potter managed to step away just in time for the door to slam shut behind him. Granger was a bit pink as she cleared her throat and looked away from Potter. Draco raised an eyebrow in interest.

“You look horrible,” the red head remarked.

“Just need to go home. Have fun,” Potter said, immediately limping off.

“Hermione, what…?”

“He’s…He’ll be fine,” Granger sighed.

“Don’t tell me they were fighting,” Draco snorted. “I always knew Potter couldn’t stand against a Slytherin.”

“He’s sure made a fool of you plenty of times,” the Weasley girl said coldly.

“At least we know where he is now. And that he’s fine,” Granger said.

“He didn’t look very fine to me,” Weasley muttered.

“Speaking of,” Granger said, clearing her throat. She then glanced behind her and then up and down the street. “Let’s go to the park or something. You, too, Malfoy.”

Draco glanced, uncertainly, at his godfather’s house. Severus didn’t seem in any sort of mood to deal with people but he rarely did. Draco still intended to waltz right up to let himself in once the girls had left. But whatever the Mudblood wanted with him left him curious. Part of him was a tad bit concerned about just going anywhere with these Gryffindors, who could hardly offer him any protection, what with his new status as traitor to the Dark Lord. Or at least son of a traitor. He could hardly be counted a traitor when he hadn’t even joined the Death Eaters yet, could he?

“It’s important, really,” Granger said earnestly. Weasley didn’t look too happy about it but the red head didn’t raise any objections. Slowly Draco nodded and followed the girls across the street, down a long sidewalk, and around a corner. It was a five minute walk to a beautiful, spacious park with a playground area. To his horror, that was the area Granger was headed in.

“How old are we, exactly?” Draco asked as Granger sat down in a swing.

“Shut it,” Granger said with more exasperation than anger.

“What’s going on?” Weasley asked, eying Draco warily before sitting in the swing beside Granger. They didn’t even swing! They just sort of sat there, arms looped around the chains.

“I need to tell you both something, since it could very well concern you both before long,” Granger said. “But, first, I need promises that this will be kept a secret. Even more importantly, I need Malfoy…Draco to swear he won’t use this information against anyone.”

“Draco?” he repeated, wondering why on earth the Mudblood was using his given name. Who had given her permission to do so?

“We’re going to be bonded soon, we might as well act familiar,” Granger said. “You could call me Hermione, you know.”

“Why would I do that?” Draco demanded.

“I only assumed it was fair since I’ll now be calling you by your name,” Granger scoffed. “Like I said, I’m only attempting to be civil. We’re going to have to get along, somewhat, to make this bond work.”

“I don’t think that’s it. He probably just has a hard time saying your name, Hermione. As long and lovely as it is, it’s a bit complicated for a ferret to go around saying,” Weasley said.

“Ginny,” Granger said.

“Of course. Why don’t I start calling you by your name, Ginevra?” Draco asked with a smirk.

Weasley glared at him. “Don’t call me that! How do you even know that’s my name?”

“I did not bring you both here to argue about names!” Granger, or rather Hermione, snapped. “Unless neither of you is particularly curious about what is going on with Harry and Snape.”

Draco hated being quiet when he would have much rather said something just to make a statement. He was not one to be bossed around by a Mudblood! But she was right. He did want to know about Potter and Severus, even Ginevra seemed to be in agreement.

“So, do you promise?” Hermione asked.

“Promise? Oh, right, I promise,” Ginevra replied.

Draco sighed dramatically. “Alright, I promise.”

Hermione nodded, looking only slightly relieved. “Okay, so…I’m only telling you both since we’re all in a situation where we don’t particularly care for our soul mates…”

“You don’t care? And here we were, getting along so well. Even calling each other by our first names, Hermione,” Draco said.

Hermione glared at him. Draco sighed again. “Right. Continue.”

“As I was saying,” Hermione said. “Harry and Snape don’t get along, either, so that’s why we think this happened…”

“What happened?” Ginevra asked.

“They slept together,” Hermione whispered.

The silence was long. For several long seconds, all Draco could do was just stare at Hermione, the words beating their way into his head as though they weren’t quite sticking there the first time. Potter and Severus slept together? As in sex? Or just sleeping? Either was a very strange thought to have. It didn’t make sense! Why would they sleep together? Draco blinked and looked from Hermione’s face to the shock in Weasel… No, Ginevra’s.

“They did…what?” Ginevra finally sputtered.

“They shagged?” Draco asked.

“Mhm,” Hermione said, looking uncomfortable. “The bond sort of…made them, I think. It was right after they bonded and Dumbledore left them. They were alone in Snape’s house and sort of…I don’t know, but they definitely did things.”

“No wonder Potter was walking so strangely,” Draco said with a smirk, recalling how the other wizard had limped away from them. And how much pain he seemed to be in. “Severus either has a big you-know-what, was incredibly rough with him, or both.”

Hermione cleared her throat. “Yes, well…Remember you promised not to mention anything.”

Damn it. Draco didn’t think promises needed to mean so much but, considering the position he was in these days, he didn’t think he had much of a choice. No need to upset his soul mate or the other people around here who were helping out his family and him. Draco frowned and nodded.

“The bond made them have sex?” Ginevra repeated.

“Yes,” Hermione said. “The way Harry described things, it was like…out of his control. All he knew was that he wanted and needed to…well…shag Snape. It was the same for Snape. We had hoped it was just that one time because it was right after they bonded but, the way he was at the house…Well, I suppose they must have done it again.”

“Gross,” Ginevra muttered. “Poor Harry.”

“Poor Severus,” Draco said.

“Poor us if we can’t find a way around it,” Hermione said. “The fact is, they discussed it with Dumbledore. The headmaster thinks that because of the nature of the bond and their relationship, the bond was trying to force them to get along. The bond was using whatever means it could to make them like each other and, I suppose, the only connection it could hold onto was something physical. I don’t know if either of you has seen or paid attention to a Soul Bonding but, when the ceremony is complete, there’s this very intense moment between the soul mates. That’s the bond taking affect and tying them even more closely together than they already were. If they aren’t close at all, the bond must try to do what it can to make them that way. For people who hate each other, sex seems to be the option to go with because it’s the easiest connection to make. Nothing can actually create emotions, so…Well, we think that’s why it happened. And since we don’t get along, Draco…and Ginny, you don’t much like Zabini…It could well happen to us.”

“Yes, well, I’m not bonding with Zabini,” Ginevra said with disgust.

“Your soul mate is Zabini?” Draco asked in surprise. He recalled Pansy teasing Blaise last year about having the hots for the fiery little red head but he doubted finding her attractive would be enough to make Blaise happy about being Ginevra Weasley’s soul mate.

“Yes.”

Draco shook his head. “Well, I must say, you Gryffindors are a lucky lot, aren’t you?”

Ginevra laughed. “Right. How do you figure?”

“Well, Mu—M…Hermione here gets the pleasure of not only bonding with me but being ‘forced’ to sleep with me. And you, dearest Ginevra, have inherited a decently attractive pureblood as a mate,” Draco explained.

“There’s nothing attractive about that arrogant bastard,” Ginevra seethed.

“And I don’t think there’s any pleasure to be found in sleeping with you, Draco,” Hermione remarked coldly.

“We’ll see about that,” Draco snorted. The Mudblood would be lucky to have him in between her legs! Draco himself wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. Having to be intimate with a Muggle-born wasn’t a very appealing thought but Hermione was at least mildly attractive. Draco had to admit, Blaise was the luckier of the two. Maybe Ginevra was a blood traitor but she was at least a pureblood and a very beautiful girl.

“Hopefully, we won’t have to see about that,” Hermione said. “Listen, we’ll need a few people at the bonding. People we know will make sure we don’t do anything stupid.”

“Oh I’m sure that will be covered,” Draco sighed. “Mother wants to make a whole affair out of it.”

“Does she?” Hermione asked uneasily.

“Mhm. It’ll practically be a wedding, if she has her way,” Draco said.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth for a moment then cleared her throat before she actually managed speech. “As long as it’s distracting enough to keep us from making a silly mistake, then she can have all the fun she wants with it.”

“Good, because I wasn’t entirely certain I’d be able to stop her.”

“Don’t worry, Hermione. I’ll protect you,” Ginevra assured her friend, giving Draco the nastiest look.

“That reminds me,” Hermione said. “There was one other thing I wanted to mention. I do think we should at least try to get along. Draco and I will be bonded soon and he’ll be here…We’re going to do our best to take care of the Malfoys. I think it would do us some good to try to…forget childhood animosities and attempt civility. Now, I’m not proposing friendship,” she said quickly, spotting the shocked and defiant looks on their faces. “I just mean…It might make things a little easier if we weren’t always attacking each other and if we perhaps tried to get to know each other a little bit.”

“I already know everything there is to know about Malfoy,” Ginevra muttered.

“Ginny,” Hermione said warningly.

“Fine, fine. I’ll try if he will.”

Two pairs of brown eyes turned to Draco expectantly.

He wanted to argue as Ginevra had but bit his tongue, struggling against his better nature. “I will try but that’s the most I can offer.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” Hermione said, looking pleased. “Now, why don’t we do something together?”

“We? Together?” Ginevra asked.

“Yes.”

Bloody hell, how much did the Mudblood expect from him? Draco wanted to insult them and storm back to his house to spend the way helping fetch alcohol for his father or moving things for his mother. These were some of the last people on earth he wanted to do anything with! But Draco felt as though there wasn’t much of a choice. There had been no Unbreakable Vows made, no promises that assured Draco enough that these people were going to take care of him. Especially now, with his parents involved. He couldn’t risk anything. As ‘good’ as they were, they were still human and Draco couldn’t risk upsetting them too much. Resigned, he asked, “Do what?”

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“…so I guess we’ll just bring that up at the next Order meeting,” Remus said as the front door opened. Lily glared up in the direction of the front door. From their place in the dining room, sipping tea and nibbling on biscuits, they couldn’t see the staircase. They very well heard the pounding of feet hitting each step and Grace’s voice calling after her brother.

“Sorry, Remus. I’m just going to have to have a talk with my son later,” Lily said, shaking her head. “Anyway, where were we?”

“I was just finishing,” Remus assured her. After the strange, awkward meeting with Sirius yesterday, Remus knew he needed someone to talk to. As much as he loved James, he knew the person he needed most to talk to was Lily. She always did have the best advice. Telling her everything, from how bad things had been between Sirius and himself to his relationship with Tonks and even the complications during their bond testing, had made him feel better, in one sense, but worse in another.

“Alright,” Lily said thoughtfully, taking a small sip of tea. “For one, I think you need to cool things down with Tonks. She’s a wonderful young woman but she cares too much about you for you to do anything with her when you don’t even know how you feel about her! You need to sort out your feelings for Sirius before you do that.”

“My feelings for Sirius?” Remus asked, heart jumping at the mere mention of it. Why were people always insinuating there was something between Remus and Sirius these days?

Lily gave him a long look that assured him the answer was very much obvious. Remus didn’t think it was. “Just have a talk with her and make sure she understands. You also need to have a long talk with Sirius about your bond. Things might be awkward between you but it won’t get better unless you make it so. Though that might be a discussion best left for when you both work it out.”

“Work what out?” Remus asked.

Lily gave him another look that Remus wasn’t quite sure what to make of. “I thought Grace was so silly when she would say things about it but it’s become a bit clearer recently.”

“What has?”

She sighed. “Remus, you and Sirius are perfect for each other. There, I said it.”

Remus just stared at her.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Do you realize you smile when you talk about him?” Remus frowned as he went back through their previous conversation, trying to think of all the times he mentioned Sirius and what he had been doing at the time. “When you weren’t mentioning things that were bad, you know. Just when you were talking about him, normally, when nothing was wrong, you smile. Just this cute little lovesick puppy smile. I don’t think you even realized it. And the way Sirius watches you! How mad he gets whenever he sees you with Tonks. It’s clear as day to me. How no one else, including the two of you, sees it is beyond me.”

“But…I…” Remus said, though he wasn’t really sure how to explain how wrong she was. “We’re just friends.”

Lily laughed quietly and patted his hand. “I won’t interfere more than I have. But I thought I should tell you. I would hate for you both to dance through life not even realizing it. At least now that it’s in your head, it shouldn’t take very long for you to understand.”

“There’s nothing to understand, Lily,” Remus sighed.

Lily tried to hide her smile behind her cup as she took another long sip of her tea. Finally, she set the cup down and cleared her throat. “Well, you need to have a talk with them, Rem. Tell Tonks your intentions. Let her know you aren’t serious at the moment and that you don’t know how you feel about her so that she at least knows. Then talk with Sirius about how strange things have been and tell him you would like to try to make things less odd between you. That you want to go back to being the best of mates. Alright?”

“Alright,” Remus said with a smile. They didn’t sound like pleasant conversations, but he knew they had to be done. “Tomorrow, maybe. I should spend time with my godchildren today.”

“They’ll like that,” Lily said with a grin. “Just make sure you actually talk to them. And I will know if you haven’t, Lupin.”

“Yes, you and your Inner Eye, right?” Remus joked as he stood up.

“Worse than that,” Lily smirked. “I’ll ask them.”

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Ginny came up with the idea of spending quality time in the air. The threesome headed to the Malfoy’s new house, which was the best home in Godric’s Hollow, though they acted like they were stuck in a shack. Hermione didn’t like the idea of flying very much but Ginny and Draco both liked it so Hermione let herself be dragged along. This was what she asked for and it at least put them in good moods. They were humorous in the little game they made up of tossing around a Quaffle. Whoever dropped the ball then had to fly around with Hermione.

Currently, Hermione was sitting behind Draco on his broom, where she had been for the better part of an hour. They were only hovering midair right now while Draco and Ginny bantered. Hermione barely paid any attention. She was clinging to Draco’s back, hiding her face in his shirt. She did not need to look around. She needed to focus on breathing and making her stomach calm down. All of the sudden moves Draco liked to do on his broomstick had not left her in the best state. Draco didn’t seem much happier. He didn’t do as well on a broom with someone on it. Hermione had started off with Ginny and had only had to stay there for fifteen minutes. She had been with Draco ever since.

“You okay there, Hermione?” Ginny called out.

Hermione only whimpered in response.

“C’mon, Gran…Hermione. It’s not so bad. We’ve been up here for an hour and you haven’t fallen off yet! And I’ve been doing some of my best moves,” Draco said, voice somewhere between soothing and sarcastic. It was as if he wasn’t entirely sure how to treat her. Hermione was at least pleased and, honestly, a bit surprised he was making any sort of effort without much of a fuss.

“Why don’t we let her down?” Ginny suggested. “She doesn’t look so good.”

Hermione wanted to say she hadn’t looked good from the start. Ginny knew she hated flying! She didn’t quite trust herself to speak though.

“Why? She’ll never get over her fear if she doesn’t face it,” Draco said teasingly.

“She’s been facing it for over an hour!” Ginny snapped. “Besides, you keep doing ridiculous moves just so she’ll be scared!”

“No. I’m trying to make her see that flying is perfectly safe!”

“Yeah right. As if you’re concerned about Hermione,” Ginny snorted.

“Aren’t we supposed to be playing nice, Ginevra?”

“Stop calling me that! And you’re not playing nice!”

“I’m being perfectly nice! I haven’t called her any derogatory names, purposefully run her into a tree, pushed her off of the broom, and I let her cling onto me like a leech! That is the very definition of nice.”

“You wouldn’t know nice if it hit you on the back of the head, ferret.”

“I’d like to hit you on the back of the head with something and it wouldn’t be nice, weasel.”

“Shut up!” Hermione hissed. “Ground! Now! We’re going to spend quality time helping Mrs. Malfoy pick room colors.”

“What? No!”

“Aww, Hermione, we were just having a bit of fun.”

“Yeah! Friends pick on each other, don’t they?”

“Your friends would, you git.”

“GROUND! NOW!”

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A/N: Big thanks to my lovely beta, Dani!

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