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CHAPTER TWENTY

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Severus had noticed things were a bit abnormal for the past week and a half but it wasn’t until Wednesday morning that it was all put into perspective. It was still dark outside when he woke from a fitful sleep. Nightmares were not an uncommon occurrence, though he normally remembered to take Dreamless Sleep to avoid them. The meeting last night had been awful and, because he woke up on his couch instead of his bed, he assumed he had been too exhausted to make it far, thus missing out on taking his almost nightly potion was understandable. He hated going without though. As addictive as the stuff could be, it was almost worth being hooked to avoid nights like these. The images from the nightmares lingered even as he opened his eyes and he felt panic set in as the flames, jets of brilliant light, blood, a woman’s screams, the cackling laughter of the other Death Eaters, and the pain rippling through his body consumed him.

“Is Professor Sir okay?” squeaked the voice of Mimsy, the house elf.

In his confusion, Severus blinked rapidly and sat up. The living area of his private chambers came into focus and he rubbed his eyes sleepily. His racing heart slowed down as his black eyes settled on the elf, her arms full of his laundry, large blue-violet eyes staring worriedly at him. Mimsy seemed to have taken a liking to Severus that he didn’t fully understand. Though he suspected it might have been because he forbade any other elf in the castle to enter his chambers. He had a very specific way he liked his things cared for and only Mimsy seemed capable of performing things to his satisfaction. She even acted as a good aid with particularly difficult potions as she had once served a potions master before coming to Hogwarts. Mimsy, at least, wasn’t quite as exuberant as her fellow house elves so he decided he didn’t mind her very much.

“I’m fine. Carry on,” Severus muttered, gently rubbing his temples.

Mimsy nodded and dropped the laundry on the floor then walked to his bathroom to gather the towels, rags, and other items she needed to. Meanwhile, Severus wearily glanced around the room and weighed his options. He could stay awake and get some work done or he could take a small amount of Dreamless Sleep then rest for another few hours before he had to wake up. The latter was risky. While he knew Dumbledore would accept that he needed to rest if he didn’t show up for breakfast, Severus was not fine with missing any of his classes. He’d have to take something to give him a bit of energy but it would be worth it. He could spend this time debriefing with Dumbledore since he hadn’t last night, work on potions that Poppy had requested, and, maybe, even grade a few papers. He muttered a quick summoning spell to retrieve his strongest energy potion from his bedroom and glanced at the door.

When several moments passed and no phial came zooming towards him, Severus’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Blasted…Where’s my wand?” he muttered to himself, patting the front of his robes until he felt the ebony wood. When he pulled it out, he waved it in the direction of his door and muttered the spell again. At the sound of a loud crash, he jumped to his feet and hurried to his room, followed closely by a shrieking Mimsy.

The top drawer of his bedside table, where most potions for his personal use resided, was on the floor, several broken phials surrounding it while variously colored liquids oozed together. He was already calculating the damage in his head as he raised his wand to clean the mess. Already the Dreamless Sleep and Wakefulness Potion were bubbling while another energy potion was hissing as it was mixed with Veritaserum.

“No Professor Sir, don’t!” Mimsy cried out, tears rolling down her face now. “Please, don’t sir! Professor Sir will get hurt! Mimsy will do it! Mimsy will clean it all up!” In only a matter of seconds, the mess was cleaned and Mimsy was picking up the broken glass of his phials. “No fixing these ones, sir. Professor Sir buys very good phials but not good with outside magic, no sir! But Mimsy will clean it up and Professor Sir will make new potions in no time!”

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“I think it’s about time we discussed your progress, my boys.”

Neither Severus nor Harry was happy about being in the headmaster’s office. Severus would have preferred trying to drill knowledge into the miniscule minds of first years while Harry thought the idea of snoring through Binns’s History of Magic lesson was tempting. There were only two things worse than this conversation; one being the actual lessons or meetings themselves while the other, of course, was facing Voldemort. They didn’t want to talk about it. They didn’t even want to be in each other’s presence or face that damnable twinkle in Albus Dumbledore’s blue eyes. They sat with their chairs as far apart as Dumbledore would allow both determinedly looking at opposite walls, away from each other and away from Dumbledore.

“Have either of you noticed any progress with your bond?” Dumbledore asked.

“Potter’s potion skills are as appalling as ever,” Severus drawled. “But, with the point Lily and the boy’s father made about their own weaknesses, I’m not surprised. I’ll admit, with some surprise, that the boy seems to have mastered Occlumency.”

“I don’t think he has,” Dumbledore said.

That got their attention. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he turned to stare at Dumbledore, a knowing glint in his eyes. Severus, meanwhile, had slowly raised one of his own brows doubtfully. “I assure you, headmaster, that I was there. I was unable to get into his mind at all.”

“Oh, I believe that,” Dumbledore explained. “What I doubt is that Harry has mastered Occlumency.”

There was a long moment of silence before Severus spoke again. “Forgive me, but I don’t understand.”

“Nothing to forgive, Severus,” Dumbledore said with a smile. Severus rolled his eyes. “What I mean to say is that your Legilimency skills are suffering.”

“I beg your pardon?” Severus said, voice cold and challenging.

Dumbledore chuckled. “I also believe your Occlumency skills might be in jeopardy. Might I perform a test?”

“Very well,” Severus said, folding his arms over his chest. He was unconcerned, mentally preparing himself for the attack. He had done this countless of times before, relied on this particular skill to stay alive while he spied on Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and anticipated no trouble at all, though he did wonder what on earth was going through his employer’s brilliant mind.

He felt Dumbledore’s entrance into his mind and…

Nothing. He couldn’t do anything but sit there as painful memories were ripped to the forefront of his consciousness. Hearing that Lily was missing, maybe dead…the pure joy as he read in the Daily Prophet of Lily’s release from a Death Eater prison…James and Lily’s bonding…Death Eater meetings…Witnessing countless rapes and murders…His most recent nightmare…The events that took place so early that morning…

Severus slumped down into the chair in shock as Dumbledore frowned and looked at him sadly. Harry looked between them both warily. Severus didn’t even know what to say. He had never had this problem before. “H…How?” he managed to croak out.

“Your magic has been a bit chaotic recently, hasn’t it?” Dumbledore asked instead.

“No,” Severus replied stiffly.

“No?” Harry said, obviously confused.

“No?” Dumbledore asked. “What about your Defense lesson last week, Harry? When you and Mr. Ronald Weasley ended up in Madam Pomfrey’s care?”

“That was because someone cursed us or something,” Harry said.

“No, Harry,” Dumbledore said, slowly shaking his head. “When Professor Black sent Theodore Nott to my office I checked his wand. The last spell performed with it was the Stretching Jinx that was used on Mr. Weasley.”

Harry’s eyes grew wide. “But I…No! That’s what I did!”

“No, Harry, you didn’t,” Dumbledore explained. “You’re losing control of your magic.”

“No, I’m not!” Harry snapped, fear more than anger in his green eyes.

“I also heard you’ve been having issues in Quidditch lately,” Dumbledore pointed out.

“I’m just having a rough time. I need to get my broom checked out,” Harry retorted.

“Is your wand, too, to blame for the various explosions that have taken place in all of your classes? I’ve received permission from several of your teachers to view their memories. Going over them, we realize that you are performing almost flawlessly. The correct wand movements, the correct incantation but something goes wrong, doesn’t it, Harry?”

“Maybe there is something wrong with my wand,” Harry muttered, pulling it out of his robes and turning it around in his hands.

“But you’re not the only one,” Dumbledore pointed out. “Professor Snape has also been having difficulties.”

“I have not,” Severus snapped.

“They haven’t been as big as Harry’s until today, Severus, but we have noticed things,” Dumbledore pointed out. “You splinched yourself three nights ago. It happens to the best of people so we thought nothing of it. But that wasn’t the only thing. You ruined three sleeping potions in the past week, you cannot perform Legilimens or Occlumency, and. I recall, you were extraordinarily embarrassed two nights ago when you failed to transfigure Minerva’s hat into a dog like you had been threatening to all night. Albeit that was probably for the best. Merlin only knows what Minerva would have tried to do then.” Dumbledore smiled kindly at this while Severus only glared him, wishing he could shut the older man up. Need he really say all of this in front of the brat? “Then Mimsy, the house elf, came to me in tears just this morning when a simple summoning spell resulted in the destruction of most of your personal potion collection.”

“People make mistakes,” Severus retorted.

“Even you,” Dumbledore said with a nod. “But these are not mistakes. Just as Remus and Sirius’s failure to produce Patronuses were no flukes. There’s a reason you are having trouble with your magic. A very good reason you are suffering worse problems than Remus and Sirius.”

“Why are we bringing the mutts into the conversation?” Severus growled.

“Don’t call them that, you greasy git!” Harry snapped.

“Now, Harry,” Dumbledore said sternly.

“Look, the little pup can do more than just chase his tail,” Severus snarled. “He can bark, too.”

“Severus, really,” Dumbledore said.

“You are a complete arse!” Harry snapped. “No wonder they call you Snivellus and tormented you in school! I’m sure you must have done something to deserve it.”

“ENOUGH!” Dumbledore roared, followed by cheers from the headmasters’ portraits and only a few muttered complaints. “It is no wonder the bond is acting up.”

“You’re blaming the bond for this, of course,” Severus muttered.

“It is the only explanation. Your relationship isn’t strong, therefore you won’t be,” Dumbledore explained. “Remus and Sirius, while they have their issues, don’t antagonize one another the way you two do. They don’t hate each other foolishly as you do. If you want to stabilize your magic and, in essence, survive, you’ll have to do something about your childish behavior!”

“You’re telling me I have to play nice with the Potter brat for my magic to resume its normal pattern?” Severus asked doubtfully.

“Yes, that’s what I am saying,” Dumbledore explained. “Really, it isn’t so difficult. You and Harry have more in common than you’d like to admit.”

“No offense, sir, but I’m sure we’re doomed,” Harry said. “There’s no way he can keep his trap shut for five minutes.”

“You’re one to talk you imbecilic child!” Severus snarled.

“Oooh, he uses big words,” Harry muttered sarcastically.

“If you think that is a big word…” Severus began.

“Stop it before you force me to take drastic measures!” Dumbledore snapped. “Really, I’ve e never seen such remarkably hostile behavior from anyone. I’m almost positive that you are both friendlier to Lord Voldemort than to each other and for what reason? This is not a joke and there’s no choice. You will attempt to become, at the very least, civil with one another! I’ll resort to forcing you to spend every moment of your spare time together until you can learn to exist peacefully.”

“You wouldn’t,” Severus growled.

“Don’t tempt him!” Harry snapped.

“I would, Severus. It’s not as if you can be a proper teacher, even with Potions, if you can’t control your magic,” Dumbledore said. “If this morning is any indication, it’ll only worsen. You must do something about this.”

“Not even a wizard as powerful as yourself, Albus, can force me to like the boy,” Severus said sternly.

“I don’t care if you like him, Severus, so long as you can tolerate one another,” Dumbledore said wearily. It wasn’t often he looked so old and tired. The appearance of such a look affected both of them. Despite their animosity, they relaxed, somewhat, the fury ebbing away in their surprise and concern over the headmaster. “For now, all I expect is civility. Neither of you has a choice in the matter and, for that, I apologize. But your parents were right, Harry. This bond is a big responsibility. It requires so much more than I ever imagined. If either of you expects to survive this war…to survive the next few weeks, you must do something to mend this. That means mending your relationship.”

There was a very long moment of silence in which Harry and Severus mulled it all over quietly while Dumbledore waited and watched patiently.

“Yes, headmaster,” Severus finally said quietly.

“Yes, sir,” Harry muttered just seconds later.

Dumbledore nodded to them, though he didn’t look very reassured. Neither could really blame him. “We’ll meet again a week from today to discuss this further.”

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“I’m really worried about Harry,” Hermione whispered to Ron as they walked to the table they would both be working at in Potions.

For two weeks, the seventh year Potions students would be tutoring a first year student. However well the tutee did on their upcoming exam would count as half of the tutor’s grade, while the other half came from observations Snape made about their teaching skills. It was a horrible task, especially since Snape was seemingly out to punish them all. Knowing of the issues between Ron and Hermione, he assigned them to the same table to deal with their first years. He had also placed Draco and Harry together, though that arrangement wasn’t quite as awful as Snape had probably hoped. While Draco and Harry weren’t close, they had come to some unspoken agreement to stop hating each other so much.

Ron, on the other hand, had not spoken to his best friend of seven years in a week. Even now, he only glanced at her with some reluctance, seeming unsure if he should drop his angry face or not. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, sitting beside Chrysanthemum Rose, her first year, then looked at Ron in exasperation as he sat beside the other first year, Joanie Martin. “Honestly, Ronald.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Ron finally said, glancing up to the table Draco and Harry normally sat at.

“Don’t you pay attention?”

“Not all of us stalk our ‘friends’, Hermione,” Ron snapped.

“Well, some of us care enough about our friends to notice things,” Hermione retorted coldly. “Dumbledore asked to see Harry during breakfast with Professor Snape.”

“Poor Harry,” Ron said, recalling the event with a sympathetic frown.

“They’re not back yet,” Hermione pointed out, motioning to the front of the room. Professor Vector, the Arithmancy teacher, had stepped in as she had mastery in Potions and a free hour to look over the NEWT class. Harry was also missing from his table and Draco was left having to explain things to two little eleven year olds. The blond didn’t look happy. “I thought he would have been out by now.”

“You don’t think Snape’s doing anything weird to him, do you?” Ron asked with wide eyes. His issues with Hermione seemed to be forgotten in favor of imagining horrible things happening to his best friend at the hands of the greasy potions master.

Hermione cringed. She knew too well the sort of things Snape and Harry had been up to in the past month or so. It was not something she particularly cared to think about. Harry had the band, though, so he would be fine. Speaking of bands …Hermione glanced down at her own bare wrist. She had forgotten it. Again! Not that it mattered, she thought bitterly. The bond seemed appeased by the current status of her relationship with Draco and he, honestly, seemed to prefer snogging Ginny to shagging her anyway.

“No weirder than what Malfoy’s been doing to your sister,” Hermione found herself muttering. They had only snogged that once but Ginny made a point of being very touchy with Draco whenever Ron was looking. She and Draco would always have a laugh about it.

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Ron said with a grimace. “Wait…What all has he been doing?”

“Nothing you haven’t seen,” Hermione sighed. “At least I don’t think.”

“I’m going to kill that git!” Ron muttered, cracking his knuckles under the table.

“Umm…Hermione?” squeaked Chrysanthemum. “Shh…Shouldn’t we be working on the…on the Shrinking Solution?”

“Shhh! Don’t remind them!” hissed Joanie.

“Oh, that’s right!” gasped Hermione. “I’m so sorry! Do you have all of your ingredients out?”

“Err…You’ll study before the test, right?” Ron asked Joanie hopefully.

“Uhhh…Sure!” Joanie said.

“Okay, cool. We’ll just pretend to work then,” Ron said.

“Brilliant!” Joanie said happily, sticking her tongue out at Chrysanthemum. The smaller girl frowned then tried to focus on what Hermione was trying to teach her. Joanie went to passing notes with Seamus’s tutee, a Slytherin named Progar Mendell. Also at their table were young Napoleon Belamy and his missing tutor, Neville. Though not many people seemed to notice his absence until he slid into class a few minutes later, relief immediately flooding his face when he realized Snape wasn’t behind the desk.

“You’re late, Longbottom,” Vector said.

“Sorry, professor,” Neville said breathlessly, sitting down beside Napoleon who glared at him.

“Five points from Gryffindor,” Vector said, then went back to helping Daphne and Blaise tutor their first years. It was certainly better than Snape would have given.

Ron tore his eyes away from Hermione while she glanced up from helping Chrysanthemum cut her roots properly. “Neville! Where were you?” Hermione whispered loudly.

“Sorry, I was replying to…to Cedric,” Neville replied.

“Cedric? Is that your boyfriend?” Napoleon asked snidely.

Neville blushed then, wordlessly, moved his chair over to the table Ron and Hermione were at. “Here, look what he sent me,” Neville said, pulling a piece of parchment out of his robes.

“He isn’t your boyfriend, is he?” Ron asked.

“Ronald, don’t be rude!” Hermione hissed.

“How is that rude?” Ron asked, surprised. “It was just a question!”

Neville said nothing but his face was pinker. Hermione took the parchment then held it to where she and Ron could read it together.

Dear Neville,

How are things? Training is going well over here. In a few weeks, I get to decide where I want to finish up with an internship. Healer Davek wants me to stay on with him but I’ve also gotten dozens of other offers, not only from departments in St. Mungo’s but out of the country as well! I guess I scored better on my exams than I thought. I don’t want to be too far away though. We do have a bond to develop, don’t we?

I do have somewhat good news. Penelope Clearwater and I helped your parents perform the soul mate test. Is there even a proper name for that yet? They didn’t get each other, which is good news. It will take us some time to find and convince their soul mates to go through with the bond so I don’t want you to get your hopes up yet. But this is promising news. I’ve given Professor Dumbledore the results so he’ll be helping us out a lot. Your parents have grown on me, I have to tell you, and I’m determined to stick around and be part of this. I’ll let you know as soon as I learn anything new.

If you need any help in any of your subjects, let me know. We can always set up a tutoring schedule along with our bond meetings. I did pretty well on my NEWTS so I can probably help you a little bit.

Sincerely,

Cedric

“Oh, well that’s great, Neville! They can maybe fix your parents!” Ron said enthusiastically.

“Ronald!” Hermione hissed.

“What? This is good, Hermione!” Ron snapped.

“I know that! But do you really have to be so…so…insensitive about everything?” Hermione demanded. “You really should watch the way you word things!”

“Whatever, Hermione,” Ron muttered, looking away.

Hermione shook her head then smiled sheepishly at Neville. The wizard took the letter and folded it neatly before putting it back into his robes. “Do you like him?” Hermione mouthed to him once she was sure no one was watching them.

Neville’s face, which had been returning to its normal color, flushed again. His hazel eyes were wide in alarm and he quickly reached up to run his fingers through his blond hair. Hermione offered him a small smile of reassurance and, after a moment, Neville finally nodded, though he was unable to meet her eyes. Hermione kept herself from giggling. It was sort of cute! Neville had a crush on Cedric. She half hoped Cedric would return Neville’s feelings. She felt they would be good together, and not just because they were soul mates. They were two of the nicest boys she had ever met. They were calm, intelligent, strong, and handsome. They would be quite a good pair, if she did say so herself. Neville seemed insecure, though, so Hermione reached out to give his hand a small squeeze.

At the same moment, Ron turned back around to them, blue eyes landing accusingly on their joined hands.

“Do you have to go after every bloke you lay eyes on?” Ron hissed. Hermione and Neville jumped in surprise as Ron threw his chair back, grabbed his bag, and stormed out of the room. Everyone turned to stare at Ron’s dramatic departure. Everyone, that is, except for Draco Malfoy, whose gray eyes trailed where Hermione was still touching Neville’s hand, glowering dangerously at them. It was a look that, with only a bit more intensity, might have very well set their hands on fire.

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Harry was able to return to classes in time for Defense Against the Dark Arts, though he had been given detention for skipping class, even though Snape hadn’t been in said class, which would give them time to ‘work on things’ that night. When he relayed all of this to Hermione in between classes, she was of little use.

“Professor Dumbledore’s right, Harry!” Hermione assured him. “I get along with Draco just fine now, don’t I?”

“Malfoy isn’t as much of an arse as Snape is!” Harry hissed.

Ron had been a bit more sympathetic when they sat together at lunch. Hermione had been down the table with Ginny but Harry was used to dealing with their issues by now. “Wow, mate. Dumbledore must not like you anymore? You couldn’t pay me enough to put up with that git!”

“I’d gladly pay to not have to put up with him,” Harry muttered.

It was a long day for Harry, who spent its entirety dreading what would take place that night. It would take a lot of preparation to play nice with Snape but, as long as the man kept himself under control, Harry was sure he’d be fine. Before leaving the tower, he made sure he had his band in place. Besides a barked out “Enter!” when Harry knocked, not much was said for a long time. They alternated between staring at each other to Harry staring at the walls while Snape graded papers.

Harry wasn’t sure this was what Dumbledore had wanted from them but it was a good start. They hadn’t snapped at each other once and had kept the dirty looks down to a minimum. While this was, undoubtedly, better than most of their meetings, it was getting old quite fast. Despite their silence, the hatred was still there, thus the arousal also remained. Harry had to grip the arms of his chair tightly to remain seated and it took more force than he necessarily liked to keep his eyes off of his teacher. Out of desperation, he shifted in his chair and checked his pocket watch for the eighth time in a span of fifteen minutes. Surely, Snape would agree to let him go soon? Harry wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

“Ahem. Professor?” Harry said.

“Hmm?” Snape replied, not lifting his eyes from the homework he was marking.

“Can I go now?” Harry asked hopefully.

“No,” Snape said, voice tight. Harry figured he must have been having trouble swallowing back all of the insults he was tempted to hurl Harry’s direction.

“Well…sir…we’re not really doing anything,” Harry pointed out.

“Of course we…Never mind,” Snape said, clearing his throat. Harry could hear the sarcastic comment in his head even though Snape had stopped himself. Of course, he meant to be a git and point out that they were doing something, that Snape had been busy grading papers before Harry so rudely interrupted and Harry had been sitting there staring around stupidly like the idiot he was. Harry almost wished Snape would have said it. It was somehow worse for his own brain to provide the insult. “We need to fix the problems the bond has created.”

“No offense, sir, but I don’t like you and I don’t think I ever will,” Harry said bluntly.

“I feel the same way,” Snape replied grudgingly, as though it was painful to agree with anything Harry said. Of all of the things to agree on, though, this made the most sense. “I may have a solution to this.”

“Really?” Harry asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Snape said. “I doubt you will appreciate it. However, it is our only real option.”

“Let’s hear it,” Harry said. Whatever Snape said, it had to be better than the impossible feat of actually getting along.

“It’s quite simple, really. We only need to continue a…physical…relationship,” Snape said with a smirk.

“What?” Harry exclaimed incredulously.

“This is about more than getting into your pants, Potter,” Snape said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t even pretend it’s not affecting you too,” Harry said irritably.

“I’m fine,” Snape said.

“Liar,” Harry muttered.

“Though I’m delighted to hear that you are suffering from the bond’s sexual appetite,” Snape added. “No, this isn’t about lust, Potter. It’s about the facts. Because of our shared animosity, the bond tries to force us to copulate. We never experienced issues with our magic before we stopped having intercourse. While not the point the bond is attempting to make or the headmaster’s wishes, it does seem that the bond needs something from us. Therefore, it is a reasonable conclusion that to continue our physical relations would resolve our predicament. Surely, a few rounds of shagging a week is preferable to attempting to engage in conversation with one another. We both know where that will lead.”

“The destruction of the dungeons likely,” Harry said with a slow nod.

“Indeed,” Snape agreed.

“I still don’t want to have sex with you,” Harry said uneasily, though the topic of sex had his cock jumping for joy. Almost as though he could sense the twitching of the younger man’s prick, Snape’s dark eyes traveled down Harry’s body to his lap. Between the way he was sitting and the thick robes he was wearing, Snape’s eyes wouldn’t really see anything. He wouldn’t really know how increasingly interested a particular body part was becoming. There was a disturbingly knowing glint in those black eyes though. Despite himself, Harry felt his face heat him and he cleared his throat as he looked away from Snape.

“Of course not,” Snape drawled. “Nor I you.”

“Right,” Harry said, coughing. “Erm.”

Snape watched him expectantly while Harry thought it all through. Playing nice with Snape would be better than having sex with him again! Even though sex had been good. Or at least he thought it was good. He hardly remembered most of the details as it were all such a rush. The only thing he really remembered was the extreme pain he was in afterwards. Even if it was hard to get along with Snape and, as stubborn as he was, determined to hate him forever, it was better than doing that again. Wasn’t it?

“Are…are you sure there’s no other way?” Harry asked, squirming in his seat.

“Positive,” Snape replied.

“We…There’s no hope of…I dunno…Just doing like Dumbledore wants?” Harry asked uneasily.

“None,” Snape said.

“Oh,” Harry said not sure if he felt more dread or pleasure by this news. “I…Oh…Alright, I guess.”

“You guess?” Snape repeated, eyebrow quirked.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Harry grumbled.

Snape just grinned. Harry figured whatever it was the man wanted him to say was not good. Swallowing hard, he stood up and fingered the band around his wrist. Did he really want to do this? Once the bracelet came off, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. It was a tempting thought. Very tempting. The pure need he had been feeling since school started was not relieved by his hand, no matter how many nights he wanked. It didn’t seem to be enough anymore, even when it was thoughts of Snape filling his mind.

“Fuck it,” Harry muttered and pulled the band off, tossing it across the room. He imagined that the moment he lost the band he would throw himself across the room into Snape’s lap. His heart raced but nothing happened. He blinked in surprise and stared at Snape who was perfectly calm behind his desk. “Erm…What happened?”

“You removed the band, obviously,” Snape drawled.

“Yes, but…Well…why isn’t…You know?” he said, motioning between them.

If Snape was confused, he wasn’t showing it. Harry couldn’t be bothered by his lack of a reaction though. What did this mean? Was it a good thing they weren’t jumping each other yet? Did they mean they no longer had to have sex? He still wanted to. Merlin how he wanted to. But the feeling wasn’t quite so desperate this time around. That thought scared him.

“Perhaps, the fact that we are in agreement on this matter has made the bond calm down enough to let us do this at our own pace,” Snape suggested.

“Oh,” Harry said dully. He would have preferred having the bond drive him so mad with lust he couldn’t think straight. It was a great feeling and a lot less terrifying than this. “Well…Ahem. What do we do now?”

“We have sex, Mr. Potter. That was the agreement, wasn’t it?”

“It’s not like I know how to do this!” Harry snapped in frustration.

“How do you not know? It’s not as though you’re a virgin anymore.”

“As if I need reminding.”

“You do, apparently,” Snape said dryly.

Harry gritted his teeth, shook his head, and began pulling off his outer robe with shaky hands. Snape just sat there and watched him, which initially annoyed Harry until he tossed his robe to the floor and met those black eyes, seeing clearly that burning desire that made his stomach clench in anticipation. It was just sex, he reminded himself as his own arousal steadily overcame his fear over the whole act. He could do this. Sex was fun. Sex didn’t mean anything but fun. Plus, they needed to have sex! Harry couldn’t very well afford for his magic to get any worse. He had Horcruxes to find then destroy and a dark lord to kill.

Licking his lips, he walked slowly over to Snape. The Potions Master pushed back his chair slightly, giving just enough room for him. All of the confidence he gained seemed to diminish slightly, as though it preferred coming and going rather than sticking around until this was through. This was different from fighting Death Eaters or Voldemort. This was a more complicated matter than saving the world. Fighting was easy. He lived or died and he knew that he had to do all he could to save everyone he could. This was confusing. Awkward. Daunting. To stabilize his magic he had to choose between befriending the git or bedding him. Sex wasn’t supposed to be a big deal to guys, was it? Any bloke would be thrilled by a chance to be laid. But he wasn’t even gay! Or, at least, wasn’t really sure about his sexuality. And this was a teacher.

Thinking too much wasn’t doing him any good. Before he could talk himself back out of it, he took a deep breath and quickly set about straddling Snape’s lap. The man just smirked in amusement, causing Harry to glare at him. He was a right bastard. So, Harry kissed him hard, knowing that it was the only thing he could really do at this point. If he even tried getting mad at Snape, the bond would probably just act up again.

Snape returned the kiss easily, sliding his hands up to Harry’s face, gripping him firmly while he went about showing Harry how it was done. He softened the touch of their lips, slowed down his movements, and slid his tongue along Harry’s lips. The younger wizard gasped in surprise, his lips tingling where the tongue had been. This seemed kind of gross when he was actually capable of thought during the action, but it wasn’t so bad. A bit strange having his teacher’s tongue in his mouth and the taste was odd, though not all that unpleasant. Harry closed his eyes, forcing his body to relax when he realized how tightly he had been gripping Snape’s shoulders. Slowly, Snape moved his hands from Harry’s face down his back until they were groping his backside. Harry groaned quietly at the pleasant feeling, thrusting his hips forward against Snape.

“There. That’s not so hard, is it?” Snape muttered against his mouth teasingly.

“Shut up, y’git,” Harry mumbled in response, kissing him again. This whole kissing thing was actually enjoyable now that he was into it and felt a bit less uncomfortable. As long as he didn’t think about it, it was easy.

That didn’t last very long before Snape moved his mouth down Harry’s jaw. It felt nice but Harry preferred lips against his own. All thought flew out of the window as Snape began sucking, gently, on the side of his neck, nipping gently at the skin just enough to send a jolt straight through his cock but not enough to really hurt. He continued rubbing his hips against Snape, needing the friction, needing release, and Snape grabbed his arse in his hands then maneuvered him a bit so that he was now rubbing against Snape’s very hard bulge. That Snape was turned on was scarily arousing and this was much better than just rubbing against Snape’s stomach. “Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, slowly losing what remained of his mind to these beautiful sensations.

It didn’t last long enough.

He was starting to really get into it when Snape shoved him out of his lap. Harry yelped in surprise, reaching behind him to grasp the edges of the desk to steady himself, hopping a bit on one foot as the other was stuck between Snape and the arm of the chair. Snape moved quickly, though and before Harry could even right himself then demand to know what was going on, Snape grabbed his hips, forcing him to turn around then bend him over his desk.

“Bloody hell, you could at least say something,” Harry muttered as Snape reached around him, undoing his trousers and yanking them down along with his underwear.

“I only assumed you wanted this done with quickly,” Snape replied mockingly. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Harry’s ear, breathing hotly into it while a slick finger probed at his entrance. “We aren’t lovers, Potter. I’ll do what is necessary to put my cock in, come in, and be done with you. That’s all,” he whispered while a finger slid deeply inside of him. That voice speaking directly into his ear was almost enough for him to come on the spot, which would have been highly embarrassing. How was it he never noticed just how sexy Snape’s voice was before?

Snape feasted on his ear and neck, turning him into a puddle with that talented tongue while he worked a second and third finger inside. It was still uncomfortable, and slightly painful, but Snape was taking his time with him, being gentle in a way that the bond hadn’t allowed for the other times.

“Are you ready?” Snape grunted after a while, voice thick in his lust. Harry shivered in response to another swipe of that sinful tongue at the nape of his neck.

“Umm…I…Ah…think so,” he said, struggling to pull more than one word together. He hoped he made sense.

“Good,” Snape muttered, shifting around behind him. The warmth on his back disappeared as Snape stood up straight. There was a painful pounding in his head that throbbed in his ears when he heard the zipper of pants then the rustling of clothes. Snape then grasped his hips and pulling apart his cheeks to expose his well prepared opening. His heart was hammering in his chest as he felt those dark eyes bore into him and his face flushed in embarrassment under the scrutiny. Seconds later, he felt the slicked head of Snape’s cock press against him, causing him to clench up reflexively. “Relax,” Snape ordered, though his voice wasn’t as stern as it normally was. One finger reached out to rub in gentle circles around his hole while Harry took in deep breaths to force his body to calm down somewhat. At least he wasn’t forcing his way in like all those other times. The bond had driven Snape to it, he realized, because his body had welcomed the harsh intrusion, despite the immense pain that ripped through it. As much of an arse as Snape was, he wasn’t completely evil and Harry was forced to realize that he was being easy with him.

Once he had relaxed enough, Snape’s cock was back, pressing slowly into him. His breath hitched at the slight burn and, at Snape’s urging, he pressed back against him. Hot tears stung his eyes in response to the pain. Even when the bond had forced them to be quicker and rougher, it hadn’t hurt so much. He had been too delirious with need to pay it much mind. Right now it was all he could feel, all he could think about.

This was, however, more soothing and kind than Harry had ever known from Snape. The man rubbed his hips gently, muttered instructions, whispered inquiries about how he was feeling, and moving slowly into him. It seemed to take forever before he was fully buried inside of him. Harry’s knuckles were white, his hands aching with the force of the grip he had on the desk. He was tempted to snap at Snape for the groan of pleasure he let out. He didn’t have any right to feel that good while Harry felt like this. That was silly, though. Harry should have expected this.

Snape didn’t move right away, so Harry had time to relax slowly, loosening his grip on the desk and shifting on his feet a bit. He felt so full. It was strange. Mostly, it just burned and throbbed but the sensation itself was…it was just odd. He didn’t see how anyone enjoyed this, especially as he couldn’t remember how he had.

“Potter?” Snape said, voice strained, after a few minutes.

“Just…Give me a minute,” he said quietly. Harry took a deep breath, then gently bumped his hips back and wiggled slightly. The burn was still there but it had faded considerably. The feeling was still awkward, especially when he thought too much about the fact that Snape had his cock in his arse. Moving around didn’t hurt too much. In response, Snape grasped his hips tightly and groaned. Harry had to wonder how hard it was to just hold still when you were so painfully aroused. Not that he would know how it felt to be inside of anyone, as he had only ever taken it. “I…You can go ahead…just…be careful.”

Snape didn’t say anything only, slowly, pulled his cock out until just the head was inside of him then, slowly, gliding back in. This wasn’t so bad. The stretch of it was still slightly painful but not nearly as bad as the first entry had been. Instinctively, he wanted to pull away from the feeling but forced himself to try to meet Snape’s movements. Snape assured him that it would help make things easier. Per Harry’s request, Snape continued a maddeningly slow pace that relieved one part of Harry and annoyed another. He wanted to get on with it and was sure Snape did too but was worried about what would happen if any more than this went on.

After several minutes of laying there, just feeling Snape’s cock sliding in and out of him, he was starting to understand the some of the pleasantness of it. Listening to Snape’s panting and grunting, he experimentally shifted his hips back to urge him on a bit. Snape groaned loudly, tightening his grip on hiss hips before thrusting into him a bit more forcefully. Harry gasped. It felt different, like it was on the verge of pain without actually hurting. Steadily, Snape got into a good rhythm, picking up the pace. It worried him a bit at first but he relaxed quickly when he realized that it wasn’t so bad.

Then it happened. Snape hit that magical thing inside of him that made him see stars. “Oh God!” Harry moaned, now pressing back eagerly onto Snape’s prick. His sudden interest seemed to make Snape a bit enthusiastic as his thrusting grew quicker and harder. Harry spread his legs as wide as they would go in this position with his trousers still wrapped around his ankles. “Oh please…please, please, please, please,” Harry begged. “Oh…Oh fuck…Fuck yes!”

He was finally getting into it. Conscious thought left his mind and all that existed was this pleasure that was steadily growing every time Snape bumped into that special place inside of him. His cock was alive again, begging to be touched though Harry didn’t dare let go of his grip on the desk. Sadly, it didn’t last very long. As he was steadily losing himself in this haze of pleasure, Snape gave a loud grunt before coming inside of him. Harry made a pitiful sound of unhappiness, bumping his hips back eagerly as Snape pulled out of him. “No…Please…I…I…”

For a second, Harry thought Snape was just going to walk away and leave him like this. The next second, however, Snape had grabbed Harry, turned him around, and sat him up on the desk. He could barely register what was happening when Severus swooped down and swallowed his cock. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Harry cried out, arms and legs thrown out while his back arched up off the desk. That felt amazing. Way too good. Snape didn’t tease, working his mouth over Harry’s eager erection as if he were a starved man. The way he enthusiastically bobbed up and down on Harry’s cock was shocking as well as being the single most arousing thing he had ever laid eyes on. It felt like Snape was trying to suck out his soul through his dick and, at that moment, Harry would have gladly given it so long as he kept this going.

Snape paused to take a breath for a moment, but kept working. He grasped Harry’s hardness in his hand, stroking it firmly and staring at it, licking his lips as though he couldn’t wait to have it back into his mouth. He looked like a man possessed because of a wild look in his black eyes. The pleasure he was giving Harry was driving the younger wizard too delirious to think properly. He shouted out as Snape took him into his mouth again, and he didn’t last much longer. “Snape…Snape I…I’m going to…Oh my fucking God!” Harry cried out, body jerking off the desk as his orgasm crashed over him, stealing his breath away as he came, hard, down Snape’s throat.

For a few minutes, he thought he had died. Death by blow job. Harry didn’t care. If he was going to die, he couldn’t imagine a better way of doing so.

A loud snort caught his attention. “No, Potter, you have not died,” Snape said, voice breathless, though it still held its sarcastic edge.

Had he said that out loud?

“Yes, you said that out loud,” Snape replied.

“Oh,” Harry said. He tried to sit up, but ended up more falling off the desk and onto the ground. His whole body felt like jelly.

“Kindly stop being dramatic and remove yourself from my presence,” Snape snarled. “I’m done with you. For today, of course.”

“What?” Harry said, wishing his brain were catching up faster.

“We’re done. You may leave,” Snape said, motioning towards the door.

“Oh. Right,” Harry said, trying not to let the disappointment seep into his voice. He wasn’t even sure why he was disappointed or it felt like something cold was crawling through his chest. Harry shook his head then pulled himself to his feet using the edges of the desk. It took him a moment to realize his trousers were still down and he flushed when he did then made quick work of pulling them up. His jaw clenched when he heard Snape’s amused chuckle behind him. “Umm…Guess I’ll be going then.”

“I should hope so,” Snape replied, rolling his eyes. “I expect we’ll need to meet again in a few days.”

“Right,” Harry said, glaring at the man. He had many awful names he wanted to call the man, a lot of insults, but he bit them back as he grabbed his robe from the floor. He wasn’t sure why he was so irritated. It was just sex.

Just sex. He felt so…used. Dirty. That thought made him sick to his stomach. Maybe sex didn’t mean anything to some people but it meant enough to him for him to dislike the idea of frequently having sex with someone who hated him. He didn’t feel happy. He didn’t feel proud. He felt…something. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

When Harry pushed that from his mind, what took its place was what had happened with Snape the last few minutes. All the way to Gryffindor Tower, he thought about it. The bond must have taken effect. That was all Harry could guess. Maybe Snape had intended to just leave him high and dry but the bond had forced him to finish off. Harry felt some dark sense of satisfaction there.

At least this wasn’t a daily thing. He had at least a few days to make a final decision as to what he would do about this but wasn’t too sure he could handle feeling like this all of the time.

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Remus packed his overnight bag, said goodnight to his landlady, and walked out of the building. It was the full moon tonight and the sun would be setting before long. There was a forest nearby with a small, rundown shack where he could spend the night. He had taken his Wolfsbane Potion made by a local wizard. It wasn’t as good as the stuff Severus had made but it worked well enough for his purposes. It was better than nothing.

After a ten minute walk, he entered the shack and was surprised to find that someone was already there. There was a fire in the fireplace and he could smell something delicious from the kitchen. He walked over to the kitchen area, surprised to see Sirius Black sitting there eating a turkey sandwich with a side of beans and rice as well as a small cake for dessert. Sirius ate his sandwich and didn’t look at him, though he had a feeling his friend was aware of his presence.

“Er…Hi,” Remus said awkwardly. They hadn’t spoken in almost a month. It had been weeks since Sirius started work at Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and, even before that, any contact had been minimal then only out of necessity.

Sirius grunted in response.

“So…Uh…What are you…doing here?” Remus asked uncertainly, setting down his bag on the couch.

Sirius didn’t respond at first. He took a few more bites of his sandwich and chewed slowly. Remus hadn’t been expecting anyone to show up, and that it was Sirius of all people to be here. He felt uncomfortable because of how strange things had been lately. This man he had known almost all of his life, who had been closer to him than anything, that their relationship was now so strained was tough for Remus. Honestly, no matter how mad he was with Sirius, he thought about him quite a bit, missed him a lot. Seeing him here made his heart swell up with hope and happiness of such strength that he had never experienced at just at the sight of a person. This was Sirius, though. One of his best friends. His soul mate. They were bonded now, connected. It had been too long since they had been on civil terms.

“It’s the full moon tonight,” Sirius said suddenly.

“I know,” Remus said in surprise, a few seconds later letting out a nervous laugh. He was a werewolf. He knew the moon’s schedule better than almost anyone did.

Sirius just blinked at him then took another bite of his sandwich. Remus’s smile faded slowly and he shifted uncomfortably. If Sirius wasn’t going to talk, he couldn’t just stand here. He had to set up for the night, raising wards around the shack to keep from making a werewolf’s presence too obvious for the surrounding people, making sure he had everything prepared for when he was human again, making sure he had all of the potions and everything. He went to go look through his bag, feeling a bit disappointed by Sirius’s reaction and confused as to why he was here.

“I haven’t missed a full moon before if I could help it,” Sirius said after a few minutes. “And I’m not about to start now. No matter what’s between us.”

Remus froze where he had his back to Sirius and was facing the couch, his hands still buried in his bag. Sirius’s words rang through his ears. He shifted slightly where he stood, feeling a strange warmth in his chest and a fluttering in his stomach. The words hit him somewhere deep. Sirius still cared. They could never truly hate each other, could they? They had been through too much. Remus swallowed hard through the tightness in his throat and blinked away the tears that burned his amber eyes as he slowly turned around to Sirius. The other man wore a very serious look, something peculiar sparkling in those gray eyes. Remus forgot to breathe for a moment as he met the man’s gaze, then cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, Sirius,” Remus said.

“For what?” Sirius asked. There was no harshness to his tone, no curiosity. Sirius took another bite of his sandwich while Remus considered the question.

He felt like he should apologize but why? Because he had gotten Tonks pregnant? What did that have to do with them? For getting upset over Sirius sleeping with Lucius? Remus was confused by his feelings, by his thoughts. Sirius just nodded his head.

“I know,” he said. Remus relaxed. By the look in Sirius’s eyes, Remus believed he did know, even if neither of them really understood what any of it meant. They knew, though. Maybe things could be alright between them, after all.

“Almost time, then?” Sirius asked, glancing out of the darkened window.

“Feels that way,” Remus said with a frown. He never did like these nights but was used to them by now. While he dreaded the transformation, it was hard to feel anything negative about tonight. Sirius would be with him and Remus couldn’t have been more thrilled by that fact. And, when the light of the full moon hit through the window, as his body twisted and bent painfully, he felt some sense of peace in knowing that Sirius was there. When he was finally the monster he dreaded becoming every month, he was greeted by a familiar black dog who wore a wide grin that matched Sirius’s so perfectly. And, in that moment, when he was part animal enough to know nothing but what was true, he knew that in that moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss his best friend. Being with Sirius was essential to life. Being with him was the only true happiness he had ever known. He was so overwhelmed with need, so touched by his friend’s display that it was hard to contain. For one night, Moony, at least, understood that being with Padfoot was the only thing he really needed in his life and that no relationship was so pure or as good as the one they shared.

If only their human counterparts could agree.

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Author’s Note: First and foremost I apologize for the day. I really expected this chapter to be done days ago, but life got in the way big time. Along with that, life has given way too many distractions and issues and thus the chapter didn’t quite turn out as brilliantly as I had imagined it, and no amount of fixing really helped it. I’m not proud of it, as I had expected to be, so I can only hope everyone enjoys it more than I do lol.

Madamdragon, unneeded, LeaniaSTL, Sablesilverrain, and tkykitty: thanks so much for reviewing!

to Sablesilverrain: dun die :( I sowwy *feeds cookies*

to tkykitty: She did do the soul test in the begining, but I never really RPed her looking, but in the background she was lol. She knows she has a soul mate and Remus has a soul mate, but she's focusing on the fact that it doesn't have to be romantic and is holding out hope for Remus. Remus is an idiot and doesn't want to face that he might have feelings for his best friend lol.

Also, I am aware we did not see the conclusion of last chapter’s cliffhanger >_> Grace’s soul mate will be revealed eventually :P I forget what chapter, but it’s definitely there! I just felt like being evil mwahahahahhaha.

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Huge thanks to Dani for being my wonderful beta!

Next chapter: Cedric talks to his parents, Hermione has an accident, Tonks interrupts a Sirius and Remus moment, and Harry gets sick! Woot woot!
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