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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
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Chapter List
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Chapter 16: Becoming One
Six months later after the fiasco with Lucius found and extremely excited Harry, a falsely nonchalant Severus, a confused Draco, and a shocked Kingsley in the Auror department, awaiting the arrival of one Lucius Malfoy, once a prisoner in Azkaban, now a freeman.
Harry bounced on his toes, unable to contain his excitement. It was a lot of hard work, long nights, many arguments, and piles of hate mail and Howlers, but he finally proved his father innocent. He only wished that Draco would be more enthusiastic, but he wasn’t going to push the issue.
He was content, at the moment, with Draco finally believing their father innocent. True to his word, Draco and Severus stayed by Harry’s side through it all and now they would finally reap the benefits of their hard work. In a few minutes, Harry would get what he always truly wanted: a family.
Severus shifted beside him, making Harry look up and smile brightly at his dark haired mate. Though they hadn’t exactly consummated the bond, Harry and Severus were highly aware that they were mates and found themselves constantly touching each other in reassurance and, dare he think it? Love.
Harry had plans though. His veela wouldn’t allow him not to; lately, he’s been sporadically twitchy and a bit snappy. He couldn’t explain it, but his veela was pushing him, urging him faster for some reason. Soon after Lucius was settled in and Harry spent enough time with him to be comfortably, he planned to jump Severus. His veela vibrated in anticipation, craving for more contact. Harry was sure if Severus could also feel it, but the little touches and glances the two shared did nothing but worsen Harry’s need. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. He looked in the direction the sound came from, vibrant green eyes wide and lips parted in anticipation.
Soon, an Auror appeared, followed by another, and then Lucius came into view, one more Auror behind him. Harry exclaimed happily and ran for him, barreling into the man with a hug. Lucius let out a painfully gasp of air, but chuckled and hugged Harry back.
Harry released Lucius with one more squeeze and stepped back to allow Draco to do the same, or what Draco would consider the more proper equivalent, as his older brother and his mate followed him at a slower, controlled pace. Harry grinned as Draco and Lucius greeted each other, much less frozen and polite than when in Azkaban. Severus’ greeting was even warmer and Harry’s grin widened to a smile.
Kingsley smiled politely from the side, but soon regretfully broke up the reunion. There were, after all, a bit more paperwork that needed to be filled out. He cleared his throat and caught the attention of the four.
“Sorry to break this up so soon, but there is paperwork that is in need of being filled out. If you could all follow me please.”
They all followed him into his office, where papers were signed and arguments were kept short. Soon, they were home at the Manor. Lucius looked around the parlor they entered, his expression heartbreakingly sad. He touched the mantle of the fireplace they just exited.
“I…remember. Voldemort used our house…as a safe hold. He stayed here, lived here, slept and ate here.”
Harry reached out and touched his arm, his heart breaking at the sight of his father so broken from one thing. “It’s over now. He can’t make you do anything you don’t want to any longer.”
“I don’t even remember most of what I did during that time. Vague events…doing horrible, horrible things. Nothing a man in his right mind should.”
Severus stepped forward, lightly touching Lucius’ shoulder. “But you were not in your right mind, Lucius.”
The blonde man looked away. “I know. But it is still unforgivable.” He turned to Harry and Draco. “I was a horrible father, not only to you Draco, but also to you Harry. Everything you have endured…and I was not there to help you, neither of you.”
Draco looked away uncomfortably, but a small smile played on the corner of his lips. Harry could see the hope in his brother’s eyes and it filled him with joy. His family was coming together. After spending a bit of time together, Harry aspired that their family will truly become one, as much as they possibly could. Of course, that included Severus as Harry’s mate, but the young veela had plans for that soon. So soon.
Lucius tried to take a step forward and staggered; luckily, Severus was close enough to catch him before any damage was done. Harry’s eyes widened and he took a step forward, just at the same time Draco reflexively did the same. Their eyes met and Harry gave Draco an encouraging smile, stepping back and nodding to let Draco help. The blonde’s eyes shined in thanks and he stepped forward to support Lucius on the side Severus wasn’t.
Harry stepped in front of his father, hands on his hips. “You need rest; I won’t hear anything otherwise.” Lucius looked ready to protest, but let it die on his lips at Harry’s intense glare. The man nodded, defeated and indeed tired, and Harry smiled in satisfaction.
He watched as Draco and Severus led Lucius out of the room and towards the master bedroom, his father’s rooms. Narcissa had long since been kicked out from the rooms and could now be found in a rooming down the hall, much to her loathing. It was the worst fight getting the woman to her new rooms; she knew many terribly painful curses that Harry wasn’t able to avoid every time. End result left the three men—Harry, Severus, and Draco—sore, tired and irritated.
Wanting a bit of peaceful privacy for a short moment, Harry made his way to the library. He was feeling twitchy again, but a lot more so than before. With a snap of his fingers, a fire was lit in the fireplace and the room was quickly filled with its cheery warmth. Not in the mood for reading at the moment, Harry snuggled into his favorite plush armchair and stared into the fire for a few long minutes. Suddenly, he shifted.
“Tiny?”
A small pop. “Yes, young master Harry?”
Harry smiled gently at the small elf. Tiny was his favorite elf of the house elves; she reminded him so much of Dobby, but on a…less excited level. And no matter how many times he told her, Tiny would never call Harry simply by his name, just as Dobby used to call him by his full name.
“May I have a hot chocolate, please Tiny? With the little marshmallows?”
Tiny blushed. “Of course, young master Harry. Tiny be right back.” Another small pop and the elf was gone. Harry waited patiently; it never took her long to make him a hot chocolate and she always somehow managed to make it perfectly.
“Here’s you are, young master Harry. A hot chocolate with marshmallows.” See? Harry smiled graciously at the elf, taking the steaming mug.
“Thank you so much, Tiny.” The small elf blushed and giggled, disappearing with a pop.
Harry’d only taken his first sip when Draco entered. He looked up, surprised, but grinned nonetheless at his brother. “Draco. How is our father?”
Draco sat in the chair across from Harry. “Sleeping. He was out before we even got him into the bed. It is pretty late and all that moving must have taken its toll. I, in fact, am exhausted as well, if not just physically but emotionally as well.”
“Then you should go to bed.”
The blonde nodded. “Indeed. What about you, Harry?”
Harry lifted his mug to his face, hiding the secretive grin from Draco. He could do his plan tonight, he knew he could. “Oh, I’m not quite sleepy yet. I was thinking about staying up for a while; ride out the night…Where is Severus?”
Draco blinked. “In his rooms. Said something about bathing and then going straight to sleep. I heard him grumbling down the hall about ‘bloody fucking emotionally draining events’. He didn’t sound to be in a good mood. Harry, if you plan on bothering him, then I suggest you do so carefully.”
The young veela only nodded, still hiding his grin. Draco stood with a sigh. He came over to Harry, running a hand through long, dark blond hair and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on top of Harry’s forehead.
“Don’t fall asleep in here, Harry…again. Goodnight.”
Harry smiled up at him. “Night, Draco.”
The older blonde exited the library. Harry waited at least half an hour, assuring himself that Draco had to be asleep or well on his way, before getting up and heading towards Severus’ rooms. He had to be careful in how he planned this. Draco had said that the raven wasn’t in the best of moods…of course, Harry planned to change that, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. His veela did not want to anger its mate.
Harry knocked softly on Severus’ door. A short moment passed where Harry prepared for what he was going to do; the door opened. Harry looked up, easily meeting onyx eyes without any hesitation. Severus blinked in surprise, eyes widening.
“Harry?” The man said. Harry shivered inwardly at the sound of his name coming from that deep, rich voice. His veela purred softly, making his body thrum with excitement.
“I—…can I come in?” He asked softly. Severus blinked again, but stepped aside to allow Harry entry.
The young veela stepped inside, taking a cursory glance around. He wasn’t concerned as to what was in the room, but what he planned to do in the room. The door closed shut behind him and he about-faced to look up at Severus.
“Is there…something you wanted?” the man asked. Harry bit his lip and nodded; Severus only arched an eyebrow.
Hardening his resolve, Harry took a deep breath and stepped closer to his mate, pressing flush against him. Before the man could react, Harry stood on his tippy-toes and pressed his lips to Severus’. At first there was no reaction. Harry’s veela keened with need and Harry reacted with a small whimper, shifting to wrap his arms around Severus’ neck and pull himself even closer to the man.
Smut~~
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around him in a familiar embrace. Severus kissed Harry back with just as much passion, gently separating his lips to deepen the kiss. Harry’s body shuddered with want and need, his veela pushing to get out. Severus’ grip shifted, raising Harry’s body to give a better angle to kiss him even deeper.
With a moan, the teen’s veela burst free. His wings came out, ripping the back of his shirt to shreds as they unfurled and encased the couple in a warm, feathery cocoon. His now ruined shirt slipped away from his body to pool in the small space between his and Severus’ body, baring pale golden skin. Aware of his transformed state, Harry was careful to not shred Severus’ lips with his fangs. He lessened the grip on his mates’ shirt, a futile attempt as his claws already ripped it up.
Harry gasped loudly as he pulled away, his need for air becoming dire. Unperturbed, Severus kissed a hot trail down Harry’s neck and shoulders. He came back up to nibble on Harry’s ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and drawing a small moan from Harry.
“Sev’…want you. So bad.” He said, grinding slowly down into Severus. The man rumbled in response, moving forward and dropping Harry on the bed. Harry growled at the sudden lack of heat, but quieted once Severus climbed over him, arms braced on either side of his head to keep from putting too much weight on his slighter frame. He reached up and caressed Severus’ face, smiling gently and purring softly.
Severus turned and nuzzled his face in Harry’s palm, gently kissing and nipping it. He kissed a trail down Harry’s arm, leaving it hot and tingling. He kissed up Harry’s neck, stopping to nuzzle it and nip at the soft skin. Harry gasped and shivered, wrapping his legs around Severus’ waist.
Severus rose, pulling off his torn shirt and Harry marveled at the expanse of pale skin stretched over tight, hard muscles. He watched as Severus’ eyes dilated, the slightly darker black of his pupils overcoming the onyx of his eyes, and the man licked his lips. Harry mimicked the action, shifting in his impatience. He pulled his wings forward, not only engulfing them in a feathery cocoon, but also pulling Severus closer to his body.
His mate leaned down, not for a kiss, but to lick a hot trail over his tattoo. Harry gasped and shuddered, tossing his head back and arching his back, rubbing the pads of his fingers on Severus’ shoulders. It was in that distraction that Severus reached down and ripped Harry’s trousers and pants off. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as the cold air hit his cock; he reached down and used his claws to rip up Severus’ own pants, causing the man to grunt and stop licking at his chest to look up. Harry grinned and used his wings to push the man up for a kiss.
He blinked and grimaced when the first magically lubed finger entered him, shifting and wriggling around to get used to the sensation of being penetrated. Just when he thought he was used to it, another finger entered, causing Harry to groan and toss his head back, and then another soon after. By that point, Harry was a writhing, panting mess beneath his mate.
Suddenly, a burning heat burst into his body, causing him to arch back and open his mouth in a silent scream. The heat wasn’t the good kind; Harry felt as if he was literally on fire. He wanted to claw his skin off and rip his hair out. He closed his eyes and panted around the pain. His veela keened and whimpered, causing a pain-filled cry to rip from his throat. He could hear Severus calling to him, cool hands touching his burning skin. Harry opened his eyes, meeting the obsidian of his mate’s, and whined again.
“Sev’…get rid of it…so hot…get rid of the heat…I’m gonna die!” He reached up above his head and dug his claws into the mattress so that he wouldn’t hurt himself or Severus. His mate licked his lips, eyes wide.
“You’re in heat.” The man whispered, voice hoarse.
Harry growled pitifully, writhing on the bed. The fire was eating him, consuming him. He didn’t know what to do. He released a sob and Severus abruptly moved, leaning over Harry and giving him a soft kiss.
“I’ll make it go away, okay Harry?” Harry only released another sob.
He screamed and arched his back when Severus entered him. The fire wasn’t going away, it was getting worse. More tears streaked down his face, a brief relief from the burning pain. It hurt so much, but at the same time it felt so good. He moaned and clawed at the sheets as Severus moved slowly, carefully so as not to hurt him. He didn’t care if it hurt anymore; he just wanted his mate to move faster, harder.
Fed up, he growled and flipped himself over Severus, straddling the man without removing the cock inside him. He shivered, head lolling back and eyes rolling to show only the whites, as he grinded into Severus, bracing his hands on his mate’s chest to push down even harder. Severus let out a choked moan when he tightened, reaching out to grasp his small waist hard enough to leave bruises. Harry didn’t care; he was slowly getting hotter, but he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. It hurt, but the shots of ecstasy making his body quiver made the pain worth it. Besides, nothing beat the pain from when Severus broke the spell on his body.
Severus shifted and Harry shrieked when the man brushed against something that made the fire worse, but felt so good that he wanted to pass out. He looked down at his mate, panting hard, who looked back at him wide-eyed before smirking. The man jerked his hips up and his cock hit Harry in that place again, causing him to shriek and spasm. Severus kept thrusting into the same spot, the head of his cock rubbing and rubbing into it that Harry only saw white, could hardly breath. He sat stock still as Severus plunged into him over and over.
The fire eating at his body suddenly reached a crescendo and Harry screamed, eyes wide and back arched, as he came. He came long and hard, spurts of hot cum landing on his stomach and chest. He tightened around Severus’ cock and his mate grunted, hands tightening on his waist, as the man came inside him. They rode out their orgasms slowly, panting hard. Harry shivered and fell on Severus’ chest, the fire gone. Severus placed a hand on his back and rubbed small circles until Harry began to purr in delight.
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He looked up and gently kissed his mate around his heavy pants. “Hmm. Sev’…”
“Yes?”
Harry would’ve responded, planning on telling his mate on how he felt about him, but the fire once again returned and Harry tensed, releasing a sob. He felt Severus’ chest raise up in a sigh and the man rolled him over, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“This is going to be a long night, Harry.”
~oOo~
Severus was right; it was a long night. A long week, in fact.
Harry woke up the seventh morning after entering Severus’ room. He held his breath, waiting for the fire to return once again, and sighed softly when it didn’t. He didn’t remember much after the first night, wasn’t even sure exactly what day it was, and he was` glad that his heat was finally over.
He’d read up about veelas in his spare time and knew what would happen once he went into his heat, but he didn’t expect it to happen so abruptly. The book hadn’t specified when a veela would go into heat; just said that most submissive and dominants went through it and that it could last from a week to two weeks; the veela and its mate never feeling any bodily needs until afterwards.
Harry sighed and wriggled around to look at Severus sleeping peacefully beside him, arms wrapped around his waist to keep him close. He smiled softly, reaching out to gently skim his fingers across his mate’s face. Long, warm fingers suddenly closed around his own and he looked up to see Severus’ eyes open and slightly glazed with sleep. A small smile spread across his mate’s face when their eyes met.
“Good morning, Harry.”
Harry leaned in to press his lips to Severus’. “Morning, Sev’.”
Severus sat up, causing Harry to slip off his chest with a soft, disgruntled mewl, and stretched. Harry smiled and ran his fingers down his mate’s spine, using his nails to lightly scratch at the pale skin, watching with fascination as it turned light red. The man turned around and frowned at him. Harry crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at Severus, scrambling out of the bed before Severus could grab at him.
Laughing, he skipped his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower nice and hot. The man soon joined him and they washed each other, randomly giving the other small, loving kisses; the only hitch in the otherwise perfect moment being when Severus attempted to wash Harry’s long hair. Harry ended up doing it himself, laughing at his mate the whole time.
The couple, dressed and refreshed, left their room, making their way to the dining room. It was rather a calm moment, until they entered the dining room, causing Draco and Lucius to look up. The senior Malfoy simply blinked, smirked, and went back to his breakfast. Draco, on the other hand, could not keep his mouth shut, a leering smirk on his face.
“Had your first heat then, Harry? I swear you were screaming from here to kingdom come.”
Harry blushed furious red and turned to Severus with a slightly panicked expression. The dark raven sighed, shooting a hard glare at Draco, placing a hand on Harry’s head in an attempt to placate him.
“Harry, the walls are thick in the Manor. There was no possible way for him to hear you. If you were screaming, that is.” The man added with a raised eyebrow.
The young veela visibly relaxed and also shot a glare at his older brother. “Draco, you’re such a git.”
Draco grinned. “Just saying.”
Lucius quickly intercepted Harry’s angry retort before he could say it, gesturing to the food laid out. “Please, Severus, Harry, join us.”
The two swiftly took their seats, silently filling their plates with food. Harry was ravished after not eating once for a week straight, resulting to the food on his plate resembling a small mountain, of which he quickly began to devour. Severus’ plate was just as full, but the man ate a bit more conservatively, taking his time. The conversation turned from Harry and Severus’ week to what Draco and Lucius did during that time. Harry was pleased to find out that his brother and father spent most of their time together, mostly catching up on Draco’s life at Hogwarts, and what he did after graduating. It also amused him to find out that Lucius attempted to talk to Narcissa, ending up with two vases thrown at his head. Luckily, they long since wrestled the woman’s wand away, preventing her from hexing them any further. He was still laughing at the story when Draco suddenly recalled something with a loud “Ah!”
Eyes widening in surprise, Harry watched as his brother whipped out an envelope from the folds of his robes. “Draco?”
“Here.” Draco handed the letter to him. “It was sent a week ago—from Hermione.”
Wondering when did Draco start calling Hermione by her given name, and also what could his friend possibly write to him about, Harry quickly opened the letter, eyes scanning through it.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I haven’t seen you since that horrible time at Gringotts. I have, though, read about you in the Daily Prophet and the Warbler, and I have to say, kudos to you, Harry! I’m not quite sure about Lucius, but I’m glad you are readily involved in your father’s life.
I, however, feel guilty on how I feel about Lucius so, in order to get to know the man better, I have planned to come to Malfoy Manor to spend time with him alongside you. I have sent this letter week’s advance to prepare you for my arrival. Hopefully, I will arrival around ten o’clock after breakfast, depending on what time you dine that is. I’m excited to se you!
Love,
Hermione Granger
Just as Harry read the last lien, the alarm signaling someone going through the wards went off. He looked up, his face pale.
“Bloody fucking hell.”
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