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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 22

“Really?” Harry asked, stunned at this new information.

“Have you known me to say something without first considering the words coming out of my mouth?” Snape asked. Harry blushed slightly and looked down.

“Sorry... It's just... a little unbelievable. Why wouldn't you fight it if that happened?” Harry inquired softly.

“Because you made it easy. You made it easy for me to trust you, Harry,” Snape explained simply. Harry blushed a darker shade of burgundy and tried to bury his face in Snape's shoulder. “What about you?”

“Wh-what about me?” Harry asked, looking up.

“Do you want this?” Snape wasn't sure he wanted the answer, but he knew he had to ask.

Harry's voice, when he found the words he needed, was soft and sincere. “I already made my choice, Severus. You wouldn't be here if I had made a different decision. They would have killed you. I knew it before this was permanent. I knew that, even if you never wanted me back, I wanted you.”

Snape's heart stopped for a moment and his mouth hung open a little. “You chose me, this?”

“Yes. I- I wanted you then, and I still do,” Harry answered simply. Snape pulled Harry closer still and kissed him until he couldn't breathe. He let him take a single, gasping breath before kissing him again, reveling in the hardness he felt growing in Harry against his leg.

His lungs burned, but he couldn't bear to pull away from Harry. He was already hard, and he wanted Harry badly. His hands roamed over Harry's exposed flesh and was delighted when the boy started grinding against him. When he was forced to pull away, he was treated to a low moan from Harry. “Harry, tell me what you want...”

“I... don't know... Please don't stop,” Harry replied breathlessly. Snape nodded and bent to administer his attentions to Harry's neck and shoulders. “Oh, Sev'rus...”

Barely lifting his lips from Harry's skin, Snape smiled and murmured low so that the boy would be sure to hear him. “I am glad you are enjoying yourself, Harry. I would like to take you somewhere a little more private than the sofa. What do you think of that idea?”

Harry wasn't able to formulate a coherent response. His only option was to moan and nod as he leaned into Snape's touch.

Snape grinned and rolled off the sofa, pulling Harry with him. He knew exactly how wonderful the friction would feel to the sensitized skin lurking just beneath Harry's jeans. Right on cue, Harry moaned and his hips bucked forward, begging for more. His heart surged as he listened to the sound of his name whispered over and over again.

“Can you walk, Harry, or must I carry you back to the bedroom?” Snape asked with a smile.

“Um... I have... I think I can walk...” Harry babbled, bringing a low chuckle from Snape.

“Good. Then give me two minutes and I will meet you back there. Go on,” Snape instructed gently. Harry nodded and wobbled back to the bedroom on unstable legs. Snape couldn't bring himself to turn away from him until after he was out of sight. As soon as Harry was fully in the bedroom, Snape turned and walked out into the hallway where Dumbledore was waiting anxiously.

The door swung open and Dumbledore spun fast enough to twirl his robes around his ankles. His eyes went wide when he saw Snape alone. He opened his mouth to speak, and stopped short when Snape held up his hand. “No, Albus. Wait until I have finished speaking before you open your mouth. That boy is the best thing that has ever happened to me. You saw how close I became with Alexander, and this, whatever it is with him, is much more than that was. You will not interfere in this. If you try, do not be surprised when you find yourself at the business end of my wand. Am I being clear enough?”

“Yes, Severus. You have been perfectly clear. What does Harry have to say on the subject?” Dumbledore asked carefully.

“He agrees with me. Or, as you seem inclined to point out, I agree with him, as he is the... dominant in the bond. You offered time off to explore options. We will be taking it,” Snape said. He nodded to indicate that he was finished speaking.

“And what about your classes?” Dumbledore asked.

“I'm sure you will figure it out, Albus.”

“And Harry's classes?”

“He's a bright boy. I'm sure he'll be just fine.”

“Alright. What would you like me to tell Minerva and the others?”

“That is your problem. My duty is not to them right now. Do you understand?”

“Where are you taking him, Severus?”

“That is not your concern right now, Albus. I am only telling you this as a courtesy. He and I will be just fine. And you will not follow us, is that clear?” Snape asked, growing more and more anxious to be back with Harry.

“Alright, Severus. Have you decided what you're going to do?”

“Yes,” Snape answered simply. After a few seconds of tense silence, Albus nodded.

“Alright. Please try to keep me informed.”

Snape didn't answer, choosing instead, to return to his room and close his door behind him. He didn't care that Albus was still staring after him with a completely dumbfounded look on his face. He didn't care that he had basically just told his boss that he was planning on completely deflowering one of his students. All he cared about was that he was closing the distance between himself and Harry. Harry, who was sitting up in bed, still shirtless and looking toward the open door anxiously. When their eyes met, an enormous smile split his face.

“You came back!” Harry whispered, a little in awe.

“Of course I did, you silly boy. Why would I leave you here, in my room, if I didn't intend to come back to you? Come here,” Snape chided kindly. Harry smiled again and Snape felt his heart lift inside his chest. It kept rising when Harry crawled across the bed to him. He pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him deeply, like he was making up for several months without breathing. Harry molded his body around his and reached up slowly to tangle his fingers in his hair.

“Come with me, Harry,” Snape gasped when they broke for air. “You know what I want, Harry, I just don't want to do it here. Please say you'll come with me.”

Harry nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, of course I'll go with you!”
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