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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hello, dear readers. Thank you for staying with me so far. Thanks even more for reviewing and rating. The chapters are going to slow down a bit now, I'm getting ready to move to another town, and packing is definitely not as fun as writing. I do have several more chapters written already, and hopefully, will be able to squeeze in some writing between packing boxes.

Arcane: I understand your concerns, and most will be dealt with in coming chapters. My beta is usually very good about catching things like that and making sure that I explain myself at some point. So I ask for just a touch of patience and perhaps a little bit of a blind spot on certain things. I do have explanations in the works.

And now, on with the story!

Chapter 19

Harry woke up in the one place he hadn't dared to hope he would ever be; in Snape's arms. He almost didn't dare move, but his bladder was quickly becoming insistent. His head was clearer, and he had a vague memory of Snape giving him a potion at some point last night. Whatever it had been, it seemed to have worked.

Finally, the need to get up to relieve himself became unavoidable and Harry managed to slip out of Snape's arms without waking him. At the edge of the bed, Harry panicked a little when he realized that he wasn't wearing anything at all. He was pretty sure that Snape was going to freak out a little bit when he figured out that Harry had slept nude beside him. That was all that happened, right? Harry asked himself, trying desperately to remember. Why the hell would I think it would be okay to sleep naked in his bed? How did I get in his bed to begin with?

Harry looked around the floor for his underwear but couldn't see them anywhere. He swore softly and finally climbed out of bed without them. He felt more than a little self-conscious, walking into Snape's personal bathroom with his private bits hanging loose in the cool air. Once in the bathroom, he glanced at his mark in the mirror and was surprised to see that it was only just slightly pinker than the rest of his chest. That confused him. I would think that a night next to Severus would drive it crazy... Fragments of his fever-dreams were starting to come back, and he prayed he hadn't babbled too much.

He was just finishing up when the bathroom door flew open to reveal a very agitated Snape. Harry jumped and turned so that he wasn't quite so exposed. At first, he didn't notice that Snape calmed down when he saw him, or that he was staring at him.

“Good morning, Harry. I take it you're feeling better.” It wasn't a question, but it still threw Harry off. He looked over his shoulder and couldn't disguise his confusion.

“Uh... yeah. Thanks. Sorry, I'll be done in just a sec...” he hinted softly, even though a large part of him didn't want Snape to go. Snape nodded and stepped back outside, pulling the door almost closed behind him. Harry didn't feel the normal tug from his mark when Snape disappeared from sight. Again, Harry searched for his underpants. This was getting slightly ridiculous. Where had he stripped out of his underwear? What was he going to put on? His pants seemed to be missing as well. Finished with his business, Harry washed his hands, still looking for something to wear.

“Harry? Is everything alright?” Snape's question made Harry jump a little.

“Uh, yeah. Just... can't find my clothes...” Harry admitted.

“I have them out here. I didn't think you would want to wear jeans coated in vomit, so I cleaned them for you. I'll go get them for you if you'd like,” Snape offered. Harry was grateful that Snape couldn't see his blush. So, I puked all over the place. Perfect...

“Yes, please.”

“Alright. Give me just a moment,” Snape said and Harry heard him walking away from the bathroom. A moment later, there was a knock on the door and Snape opened it to hand Harry his clean, folded clothes from the day before. “Here you are.”

“Thanks” Harry mumbled, blushing again, and thankful that Snape kept his eyes fixed on Harry's face. Snape nodded and left the bathroom. Harry dressed quickly and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm the wild mess and make himself at least partially presentable. Snape was waiting for him outside the bathroom and actually smiled as he exited. Harry found himself holding his breath, afraid that he would pop this dreamlike scene and that everything would go back to how it had been.

“Are you hungry, Harry?” Snape asked. Harry nodded, surprised to find that he was famished. Snape smiled again. “Good. Have a seat.”

Harry obeyed, still in a bit of a daze. Could this really be happening? What did I say while I was sick? I hope I didn't make an ass of myself... Harry watched as Snape made toast and eggs for the both of them. Tears welled up in his eyes. This can't be real. I'm dreaming. I have to be. Any second, I'll wake up in my dorm, alone.

Snape turned around and frowned at the look on Harry's face. “Enough of that, Potter. Don't make me regret letting you stay last night.”

Harry's jaw dropped a little. The words were right, but the tone was too gentle. He wiped his eyes, desperate to hold onto the dream as long as he could. Stupid dream. If I'm dreaming, why can't he still be holding me? And why aren't we both naked. 'Snot fair. I should get that kind of a say in my own bloody head.

Snape pointed to a cupboard. “The dishes are there. Set the table.”

Harry moved to obey, then hesitated. If he was dreaming, this wasn't how he wanted to spend his time. He walked over to stand behind Snape and reached out slowly to touch his back. He wasn't wearing his typical robes, just a button down shirt and loose slacks. Snape turned at the contact and looked down at Harry like he was waiting for something. “Have you already forgotten where I said you could find the dishes?”

Harry shook his head and swallowed hard. Without waiting to see if his brain would try to talk him out of it, he stood up on his toes and pulled Snape's face down a little to kiss him.

Time froze.

Eventually, Snape remembered that he was holding something and set it on the counter to pull Harry closer. His personal warning system screamed at him that he could very easily lose control of this situation if he kept on, but he told it to go to hell. The boy was inexperienced, but that didn't bother Snape. Actually, he found that he preferred it. He brushed the tip of his tongue over Harry's lips and tried not to growl possessively when they slowly parted to allow access.

Harry's heart soared as Snape's arms tightened around his waist, pulling him in closer. He had no idea what to do from here, so he just did whatever Snape seemed to want. Soon, he was clinging to the taller man, almost unable to stand on his own. This is much better... Merlin's beard he's a good kisser...

Much too soon, Snape broke the contact so that they could both breathe. His normally dark eyes were almost pitch. Harry looked up at him, waiting to be woken up.

“Harry...” Snape started, but he didn't seem able to find the right words to express what needed saying. He licked his lips and tried again. “Harry, do you understand why we have to be careful? If we are to continue this now, while you are still a student here, things could go very badly for both of us, if word of this got around. Do you understand me?”

Harry's heart almost stopped. Oh, bloody hell... this isn't a dream! What did I just do? Why hasn't he kicked me out yet? Snape was waiting for some kind of reaction from him, so he nodded mutely, his mind racing for words to apologize. He didn't know if he could handle being sent away again, not after that kiss. He felt himself moving, but couldn't remember starting to walk anywhere. Then his knees were bending and he was being pressed back against a sofa.

“Harry, I need you to breathe, boy. Come on, now,” Snape's voice coaxed. Obediently, Harry took a breath and let it back out. “Good boy. Now keep it up.”

Harry willed his eyes to focus and he looked at Snape with more than a little fear. “I-”

“Easy now. I have something I need to say. When I am finished, you may say anything you believe still needs said,” Snape said. He paused until Harry nodded his understanding. The unmasked terror in his boy's eyes was breaking his heart, but he had to make himself say this before he comforted the frightened boy. Convinced that Harry wasn't going to interrupt, he took a deep breath. “I find that I must apologize to you again. I should never have struck you. I should have listened to what you were trying to tell me. I am sorry that I have put this fear of rejection in your heart. I hope you will be patient with me while I try to remedy that. In my attempts to protect myself from hurt, I have done great harm to you. For that, I am truly sorry. That said, I cannot promise that I will never make that mistake again. I cannot promise that I will not make an ass of myself again, but I hope that you will give me another chance.”

The words had been much harder to say than Snape wanted to admit, but the waiting for Harry to say something, anything, was excruciating. Harry didn't look like he dared believe his ears, but he reached over to lay his hand on Snape's knee. It was all Snape could do to remain silent and give Harry a chance to speak if that was what he wanted.

“You're... you're not mad at me for kissing you?” Harry asked cautiously. Snape shook his head and swallowed hard.

“No, you silly boy. I'm not mad at you,” Snape said.

“And, you want to be with me? S-since when?” Harry asked. Snape nodded.

“Since... you sat with me in the infirmary after my accident You honored my wish for some peace, but you still stayed close. No one has ever been that... dedicated. Dumbledore told me what you were researching that day. You were concerned for me. I'm not used to that. But we need to be careful about this,” Snape qualified. Now it was Harry's turn to nod. “More than ever, you must be discrete. Do you understand what could happen if this were to become public knowledge?”

“Because of the mark that binds us together, or because you're a teacher and I'm your student?” Harry asked, finally coming out of his stupor.

“I am not sure which of those reasons is the most pressing. There are those who would force us apart if they knew that you had spent the night in my bed, for whatever reason,” Snape replied.

“Ron and Hermione know that I'm... involved with a Slytherin, but they know I won't tell them who. I told them that you weren't ready to be outed just yet,” Harry said softly. Snape looked at him with a combination of tempered awe and amazement.

“And they have let you be with just that?” Snape asked. Harry nodded.

“So far.”
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