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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Dear Neville,

Making friends with Slytherins isn't a bad thing, no matter what anyone else says. I don't remember anything about Daphne Greengrass but, from what you said, she sounds very sweet so far. The fact that Ginny and Hermione can be friends with people like Draco and Blaise as well is amazing so it really does sound like some progress is being made with inter-house relationships. Hopefully, it can encourage more friendliness between the houses. I know the Slytherins have a bad reputation but, the way things are going, maybe it doesn't have to stay that way.

My parents haven't really budged on the Soul Bond. My mother won't even talk about it. Father keeps apologizing but he feels it would be disrespectful to my mother to go behind her back to do something that would hurt her feelings. I can understand that somewhat, I think, but I don't know that either of them realize how important this is. I hate having to report that. But I do have some good news. Lily Potter and Mary Macdonald came by the other day and Mary agreed to perform the bond with your father! Penelope Clearwater and I helped them perform it. It's only been a few days so we haven't really seen much of a difference but Mary stops by at least a little while every day. I really hope things can work out but keep in mind there are no guarantees. I wouldn't want you to be disappointed if nothing happens.

After I'm done writing you, I'll have to write a letter to Headmaster Dumbledore. We haven't seen each other since the holidays ended and I know we probably need to work on our bond. He mentioned allowing soul mates access to Hogwarts and use of empty classrooms to test things out. I'm not really sure what we're supposed to be doing, honestly, but I know we're supposed to be doing something. Maybe you can figure it out. Your friends have been meeting with theirs, right?

I hope you did well on that Transfiguration exam! Good luck in Potions.

Sincerely,

Cedric

Neville read the letter for the umpteenth time but still drew a blank as to what he should put in the reply. He had been so happy to receive the letter from Cedric, just like he always was whenever he heard from his soul mate. And, just like those other times, it was going to take him a long time to think of a reply and never once gather the courage to just say what he really wanted to.

He really should have been working on his homework. After a long day of classes, he still had a lot to get done but it was hard to concentrate on Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures when he was so anxious over the idea of asking Cedric out. He sat in the Gryffindor common room on the floor by the fireplace, the letter still clutched in his hands while he stared down at the blank parchment that was waiting for him. He hadn't even managed to write the Dear Cedric yet. Honestly, he was a bit afraid to, considering the last time he had tried writing Cedric in any sort of public place. Blaise had read over his shoulder and started picking on him. Contrary to popular belief, Gryffindors weren't always the nicest people around and Neville had seen firsthand how some of his house mates could bully others.

"Hey, Nev! How's it going?" Ginny Weasley asked, sitting down beside him on the floor.

"It's alright," Neville sighed. "Trying to write Cedric back."

"Oh. Should I leave you alone?"

"Nah, that's fine. I haven't been able to figure out what to say."

"Oh," Ginny said with a frown. "Are you trying to tell him you like him or something?"

"I was going to ask him to Hogsmeade the first weekend we have," Neville admitted. "I just don't know if I should or not."

"You could at least give it a try," Ginny encouraged with a grin. "He's too cute to just let him go, Nev!"

"But what if he says no?"

"Then he says no! You can still be friends, no harm done," Ginny said. "Even if it's terrifying, just act brave and confident about the whole thing. It's, honestly, less embarrassing if you don't act embarrassed. As long as you don't make it seem like as big a deal as it is."

"That's bloody confusing. I don't know how I'm supposed to do that," Neville laughed. "I don't sound like a girl, do I?"

"Neville!" Ginny shrieked and slapped his arm. "That's mean. Not all girls are like that. And, no, you don't. Ron was the same way when he wanted to ask Hermione out. He looked like he was going to be sick all over her when he finally got the guts to do it."

"I remember that," Neville said with a smile. "This is just so hard."

"It's always hard admitting you like someone," Ginny said.

"Know from experience, do you?" Neville teased lightly. He, along with several of her other friends, were well aware of Ginny's feelings for Draco, whether she was aware of them herself or not.

"I might," she said, leaning over to bump against him.

"So it's true, Neville?" interrupted the voice of Lavender Brown. "You're really…like that?"

Ginny scowled at Lavender who was sitting on a nearby couch with Parvati. Neville only ducked his head, face heating up while his heart began to pound faster in his chest. "Like what exactly, Lavender?"

"You know!" Lavender said. She then looked around dramatically, leaned forward, and whispered, "Gay!"

"Is there a problem with that?" Ginny asked.

Lavender looked a bit concerned and shared a glance with Parvati. "Only that it's not very normal, is it?"

"What's so great about being 'normal' anyway?" Ginny muttered. "There's nothing wrong with anyone who likes the same gender."

"Alright. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything," Lavender said appealingly. "I was only wondering."

"Of course you were," Ginny said stiffly, just watching furiously as Lavender and Parvati leaned in to begin whispering to one another. "Don't listen to them. They're dense."

"I know," Neville said quietly. "Doesn't mean it's not what everyone will think."

"Well then everyone is dense," Ginny said. "Don't be ashamed of who you are, Neville. There's nothing wrong with it. And Cedric's a great guy."

"He is," Neville said, trying to fight off a smile. Ginny grinned when she saw it. "And I'm not ashamed. I don't want to shout it from the rooftops. I don't want to get a lot of attention for it. But I'm not going to hide who I am. I prefer guys and I have feelings for Cedric Diggory."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Ginny asked with a smile. "Now, ask him out!"

"I don't know how!"

"It's not that hard. 'Cedric, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?'"

"Well I know that, but…Well, I don't really know, do I?" Neville muttered. "I don't want to look like an idiot."

"You won't. You'll look like a sweetheart," Ginny promised. "Just nice and simple. Ask him to meet you in Hogsmeade. If he makes any awkward comments about whether or not it's a date, just figure out what you think he's leaning towards and go with that. It's not so bad. Scary as hell, yes, but not as bad as we like to think it is."

"I…I guess you might be right," Neville said, hesitantly picking up his quill. Ginny smiled encouragingly and scooted closer, glaring at the gossip mongers while whispering words of support to Neville while he set about his task.

While most of her classmates were relaxing in the common room after their classes were finished, Hermione Granger was in the library. There was nothing new about that, though the books and papers she had spread out had more to do with her personal life than academic achievement this time. Magical Bonds was open in the middle of the table, surrounded by the notes she had taken, as well as newspaper articles with other bits of information she had found about the other known soul mates and Soul Bonds in history. Closer to where she sat were all of her pregnancy related books. One Million Names: the Guide to Choosing the Perfect Name for Your Young Witch or Wizard was bookmarked to the section on boy names on the far corner of the table. Her glimpse through the book hadn't lasted long, as the very idea of naming her son was daunting and overwhelming. Currently, her face was buried in her copy of A Witch's Guide: What to Expect When You're Expecting with Teen Parenthood opened right beside it, something that received the occasional glance.

It was hard for her to really get a good look at her books anywhere else. Even the library was an iffy choice. The best bit of privacy she had was in bed but it was hard to really spread everything out and feel organized there. Even with ensuring that no one could get through her curtains, the other girls still liked to bug her if she stayed hidden there for too long. Besides, the library wasn't so bad. With Madam Pince around, no one exactly came to the library for a hangout, especially at this time of day most people were either choosing to do their homework in their common rooms or choosing not to do it at all. To be on the safe side, she had chosen her usual table in the very back of the library. She would easily know if someone was approaching and could make quick work of hiding what she was looking at.

Chapter 15: Protection and Concealment.

It seemed a promising guide for paranoid mothers, something she was looking closely into. They were in the middle of a war, after all, so making sure that she and her baby would remain safe was important. Along with the usual facts, suggestions, and guidelines, they had the story of the Hildegarde Hoffmann, who had become pregnant during an affair with her sister Guiomar's husband. Hildegarde confessed to her sister she had been unfaithful without admitting the identity of her lover. Together, they hid Hildegarde's pregnancy and she managed to get through nine months of it then gave birth with no one knowing. Once the child was born, they transfigured him into a puppy that she claimed to have found. When her husband was away at work, Hildegarde would Transfigure her son back into a human then back into a dog whenever he came home. Hildegarde went on to produce six more children this way and was onto her eighth child before people finally found out, which happened when her magic started weakening and ruining her glamours. Her furious husband tried to hurt her but the protection charms she had used saved her unborn child from whatever harm he had intended.

There was something about the story that was very strange to Hermione and she reread it five times before finally figuring it out. The name was familiar! Hildegarde Hoffman. Hermione stood up and reached across the table to grab one of the stacks of paper that included information about past soul mates and Soul Bonds. She grinned when she located the familiar name. Hildegarde Hoffman was married to Maynard Hoffman. Shortly after her marriage Hildegarde had discovered that her soul mate was her sister's husband, Dedrich Konig. They began an affair and performed the Soul Bond shortly thereafter. Together, Hildegarde and Dedrich had nineteen children. When Maynard tried to harm his wife, Dedrich killed both him then his own wife to make room for his soul mate and mother of his children. It wasn't exactly a happy story but it did give some insight into things. What really caught her attention the most was the mentioning of Hildegarde's weakened magical state causing her glamours to drop. Hermione could imagine having to carry on such an illicit affair for so long, producing children you could never admit to having, would be hard on any relationship. Hildegarde and Dedrich's relationship had probably been deteriorating at the time, thus causing the bond and their magic to fail them. It put more evidence towards the fact that soul mates needed to carry on a stable relationship with one another for the bond to work, explaining why Harry and Snape had been having problems with their bond.

"Do you always have to look so happy when you're studying?" said a familiar voice, tone both teasing and nervous.

Hermione was still reading and it took a moment to register that someone had spoken. She looked up to see Ron standing in front of her table uncomfortably. Her glee over such a connection faded at the sight of her ex boyfriend and she sat up straight in her chair. "I don't see how it's affecting you, Ronald."

"It's not. I was just trying to be friendly, sheesh," Ron muttered, shaking his head.

"Won't your wife be upset?" Hermione asked coolly, closing her books.

"I don't see why it should matter to her," Ron said, kicking the leg of the table.

"Well, I'm sure it does, Ronald. Now if you don't want to ruin your marriage the same way…"

"Hey, what's this," Ron said, reaching for the baby name book. Hermione glared irritably at him then glanced down at the table.

"Shite," Hermione hissed in a panic, snatching the book from Ron and quickly using her wand to cause the books to fly back into her bag. She hoped he hadn't seen enough but, by the horrorstruck look in those blue eyes, Hermione had the sinking feeling that he had already noticed too much.

"You're pregnant?" Ron hissed.

"Of course not," Hermione sniffed.

"Then why do you have all of these baby books?" Ron demanded.

"Shhhhh!" hissed Madam Pince from nearby.

"That is none of your business, Ronald," Hermione whispered.

"It bloody well is my business!"

"How do you figure that?"

"I knew it was Malfoy! I just knew it!" Ron was muttering.

"Knew what?"

"That git pushed you!"

"He did what?"

"When you fell! Mione, he's the one who pushed you! Don't you get it? I had a feeling he was the one behind the whole thing and it this just proves it! He was trying to get rid of you and the baby!"

"Don't be dense, Ronald! I didn't even know I was pregnant until I woke up!"

"But you are pregnant!"

"I…Well, yes. Not that it should matter to you at all."

"It does! You're my friend!"

"Since when? We haven't been friends since we broke up."

"Don't be that way. Just because we had a bit of a rough patch doesn't mean we stopped being friends! We've known each other for years."

"And you threw it all away because someone else was my soul mate."

"Well, you can't blame me for being upset."

"Yes, I can!"

"Shhhhhhhhh!"

"Calm down, Hermione, you're making Pince mad!"

"And you're making me mad!"

"I'm just trying to help! You're the one that got yourself knocked up by that prat."

"Stop talking about it! I don't want anyone to know!"

"You should have thought of that before you spread your legs for that Death Eater."

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!"

"Out!" hissed a voice that was closer. Madam Pince peeked from behind a bookshelf at them, glaring. "Get out of my library!"

"Gladly," Hermione said stiffly, arms trembling in her anger as she grabbed her bag and stalked off. To her irritation, Ron was following her.

"You're really pregnant, then?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe it!"

"I don't care."

"Guess I was right to leave you then, wasn't I? Knew this would happen!"

"Knew what exactly? Do you think I would have slept with him while we were still together?"

"Why not? You're having his baby when he's obviously all over my sister."

"This happened before…before anything happened between Ginny and Draco!"

"Right," Ron snorted bitterly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that your soul mate is an arrogant prick so that obviously can't say very many nice things about you."

"And I used to think Hannah was so nice."

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing. You're obviously too thick to get it."

"Don't even go calling me names, Hermione! You're not very smart yourself, jumping Malfoy that way!"

"You don't even know what happened between Draco and me!"

"I have a pretty good guess."

"Well, seeing where that comes from, I highly doubt it's a good guess."

"You know what? Fuck you, Hermione. I don't know why I even bothered!"

Having already been an emotional state, the constant pushing of her buttons by Ron was too much. Enough was enough. Spinning around, Hermione punched Ron as hard as she could in the face. Ron yelled out in pain and stumbled back several steps. Tears blurred her vision as she panted, struggling to regain control of herself and retain some amount of dignity. Ron was hot headed. She had always known that. He could be a big prat when he wanted to be. But this was the last thing she needed right now. What had she ever seen in him? And why did he still bother her so much?

"Don't bother anymore then, Ronald Weasley! I never asked you to. I never wanted any of this!" she shouted at him, voice cracking under the strain of her emotions and echoing off the stone walls. "Stay away from me or I swear to Merlin you'll regret it!"

"Lost your bloody mind!" Ron sputtered, clutching his bleeding nose.

Hermione said nothing to him. It was easy to see that she was fuming as she turned away and marched down the corridor, holding her bag tightly to her chest, resisting the urge to reach into her pocket for her wand. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, mind racing so fast she hardly even knew what she was thinking about. There was so much anger inside of her and she didn't know what to do about it! Hitting Ron wasn't enough. She wanted to hit a wall! She wanted to hurt someone or something. Someone needed to be punished. Someone had to be made to suffer the way she was! It just hurt so much.

Why did it feel like everything was falling apart?

Hardly even aware of what she was doing, Hermione threw her bag into the nearest lavatory and slammed the door behind her. Pressing her back against the wall, she slid down, jaw trembling horribly as the tears began leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Oooh!" exclaimed an all too familiar voice. Hermione glared up as Myrtle flew overhead. "Having boy troubles?"

"Go away, Myrtle," Hermione said miserably.

"There's no be to be rude. You're the one who came into my restroom!" Myrtle huffed.

"I don't have anywhere else to go!" Hermione snapped, letting out a small sob. She gasped and tried to suck in deep breaths to hold the rest of them in. Her chest was so tight it hurt. The force of trying to hold back the crying was too much. "Just leave me alone!" she snapped, another sob escaping. "Please! I just want to be alone!"

"If you insist," Myrtle sighed dramatically. "If you decide to join me, I do hope you'll be a bit nicer if you expect to share this loo."

Join her? How many people came into this place contemplating suicide? Hermione covered her mouth and let out a hysterical laugh that turned into another sob. She lowered her head, sliding her hand up to cover her wet eyes, raising her other hand to join it in covering her face. She drew her legs up, curling into herself as she let it all out.

Blaise was just waiting for the right opportunity. He had set it in his mind just yesterday that he was going to have to do this eventually. Watching Draco go up to what he knew would be an empty dormitory, Blaise seized his chance. He had been working on Ancient Runes by the fireplace since coming back from class, half keeping an eye on Draco. The blond had been spending a good deal of time talking to the Greengrass sisters, turning pink every time Theodore Nott and his ex cronies threw jibes at him. Blaise half expected Draco to sneak out to go meet Ginny or Hermione. He was half sure he would have followed him if he had.

This was better.

With Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle downstairs, they were perfectly alone, making it the perfect opportunity for this little discussion. His friend was digging through his trunk, pulling out the set of silver robes he used for Quidditch practice.

"Ginny invited you to the post-dinner Quidditch game, then?" Blaise asked quietly.

Draco glanced up, startled to find that he wasn't as alone as he had thought. "You're going?"

"Sounds like it, doesn't it?" Blaise said, stepping further into the room and sitting on the edge of his own bed, watching as Draco began digging through his trunk again.

"I didn't know you played," Draco said. The tightness of his voice told Blaise just how bothered Draco was by the news.

"I'm not half bad," Blaise defended. "Daphne, Longbottom, and Thomas are going to be there too."

"Are they?" Draco said.

"Mhm," Blaise replied. He was very determined to do this, but he was a bit anxious now that he was faced with the opportunity to do so. Excitement pulsed through him, though it wasn't the happy sort. He was half expecting, half hoping for a fight. There was no telling how Draco would react, but he knew it would be good. "I heard Hermione's pregnant."

Draco didn't speak for a few minutes as he pulled out his boots, gloves, and other things he might need for Quidditch practice. The way he chose the items, it was almost as though he was picking an outfit for a date. Blaise's dark eyes watched Draco carefully. He noted how pale Draco had become, the slight twitching of his eyes, the tremble in his hands. Finally, he looked down at the items he had spread out on his bed and spoke. "Yes. She is."

"She says it's a boy."

"I know. I am the…"

"Father," Blaise supplied when Draco didn't finish the sentence.

Draco took a shuddering breath. "Yeah."

"She also told me you offered to marry her."

"Seemed like the right thing to do."

"But you haven't pushed the subject."

"She said no!"

"I'm aware. But if it's the right thing to do, why not try to convince her."

"She's a Gryffindor. You know how they are."

"That. Or you just offered to be nice. In all reality, you're glad she said no. Because you want Ginny."

Draco didn't move. He didn't even seem to be breathing or thinking. Blaise wanted to shout at him to say something. He wanted a reaction. Wanted a fight. He could wait, though, if that's what it took. No matter what he wanted, Blaise had learned how to practice patience. It was certainly a more effective method than blowing up and demanding answers.

"I don't…Ginny and I are just friends."

"Maybe. But you want more," Blaise said.

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to."

"Just drop it, Blaise."

"No. I don't think so. The whole reason you like Ginny to begin with is because you're trying so hard to run away from your feelings for Hermione," Blaise said.

"I don't have feelings for either of them!" Draco spat.

"Good. So you'll lay off Ginny then?"

"I didn't 'lay' anything on her to begin with," Draco muttered.

"Don't play dumb. You two have been getting closer and closer since the term started," Blaise growled. "You're always so close, always…"

"We're friends!" Draco interrupted.

"Then it better stay that way," Blaise said.

"What the hell, Blaise?" Draco snapped. "Even if I was interested in Ginny, which I'm not, you can't stop me from doing anything."

"She's my soul mate," Blaise said.

"So what? Potter and Snape are bloody soul mates! You don't see them doing anything!" Draco snapped then cringed. Blaise didn't blame him. The very thought of anything happening between Potter and Snape was mildly disturbing. "Anyway…Soul mates…Well…It just doesn't matter, does it? 'Having a soul mate does not have to dictate your life. If one were to find their soul mate, they would not be required to marry this person. They would not have to get to know them or spend any time with them at all. Popular misconceptions are that soul mates must marry or maintain a strong relationship throughout their lives, have intercourse, and will die without said person. Having a soul mate does not keep you from loving or having sex with someone else. Not all soul mates are meant for romantic relationships, though most known accounts have'."

"Bloody hell, Draco, calm down! Shite. No wonder you and Hermione are soul mates. I thought she was the only one who could recite entire passages from books off the top of her head."

"I apologize for reading up on our…condition," Draco said.

"Condition," Blaise snorted. "So, tell me, how many times did you have to read that specific chapter before you finally convinced yourself it was true?"

"What?"

"Well, you must have read it a lot to know the whole thing verbatim," Blaise said smoothly. "And if you read it that much, I'm sure the only thing you were doing was trying to convince yourself that the book was right, that you don't have to be romantically involved with your soul mate. But guess what, Draco? It's wrong. That chapter was written by some bloke who didn't want to get in trouble with his wife over being soul mated to someone else!"

"What the hell do you know about it?" Draco snapped.

"A lot more than you, apparently," Blaise said. "But listen closely. Ginny belongs with me…"

"I don't think she'd appreciate hearing that," Draco snarled. "She isn't your possession."

"I said she belongs with me, not to me," Blaise said, flinching at the thought of Ginny thinking what Draco had assumed. That would not be pretty. "She is my soul mate and Hermione is yours. Hermione is carrying your child. So, whether or not you have feelings for Ginny doesn't even matter. As long as you play it smart and keep away from her. Understood?"

The blond fell silent again. His mouth moved and Draco shifted around quite a bit on his feet. He looked as though he was trying and failing to say something. After a few minutes, Draco cleared his throat and shrugged. "Whatever, Blaise."

Blaise's eyes hardened. He knew what that meant, and it was no agreement. "You're my friend, Draco, but if you cross me, you'll regret it."

"I'd like to see you try," Draco snorted.

He should kick that wanker's ass right here and now. Blaise just glared at Draco while the blond ignored him and set about putting on his practice robes. The battle seemed lost. Ginny obviously wanted Draco and he obviously wanted her. It was only a matter of time before they came to that realization for themselves. It was far from over though. Blaise was not going to back down and let Draco have her! It wasn't fair. He was only going to hurt Ginny and Hermione both. Actually, though he was reluctant to admit such a thing, Draco was well on his way to hurting more than just the two girls.

"Guess I'll see you at dinner then," Blaise said stiffly as he stood up. Only the knowledge that it would piss Ginny off if he hit Draco over this did he keep his hands to himself. There were other more Slytherin ways, of dealing with this situation.

Like every other night these past few days, Harry trudged down to the dungeons directly after dinner. He still hadn't quite made up his mind about whether or not he would give in. His magic was still acting up, though Harry blamed it on the fact that he had been very sick recently whenever anyone mentioned it. The few teachers who knew about the bonds didn't seem to believe it and Dumbledore had been giving both of them strange looks lately. He knew it was only a matter of time before he confronted them about it.

He didn't want to just give in though. He could always try to talk to Snape about his behavior. Not that it would work. In fact, more than likely it wasn't going to work. Snape would laugh in his face and question why he should be civil to Harry. There actually wasn't much Harry could think to do. He was desperate! Giving in too easily wasn't an option. He did have more pride than that. Snape wasn't going to win and go back to treating Harry like shite just because he could. Something had to give.

Then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Harry just took off his band, conveniently 'forgot' about it, and let the bond do what it would. At least he would have something else to blame and it wouldn't seem like he was actually giving in.

"What am I doing today, sir?" he asked like always.

"You should know your options by now, Potter," Snape said, standing up behind his desk.

His options. Bend over for Snape to fuck him or clean the office. The pristine office hardly looked like it needed cleaning but Snape always found something for him to do. Harry licked his lips, the answer coming out before he even had the time to think about it.

"Then you should know my answer by now," Harry said.

Snape just stared at him as Harry walked across the room to grab the cleaning supplies out of the cabinet. He could feel those dark eyes boring deeply into him while he worked, but didn't acknowledge him. If the man wanted to stare, let him stare. Harry wasn't giving in today. He wasn't ready for it.

"We have to appease the bond, Potter," Snape said.

"Then you fix it, Snape," Harry said.

"Professor Snape or sir," Snape corrected him.

"Sir," Harry said tightly.

"You can't play this game forever."

"Neither can you…professor."

His heart began to race. Snape was right. He couldn't hold off forever. Snape, though…Snape had too much pride to just give in to what Harry wanted. While he closed up the cabinet and arranged the cleaning supplies on a nearby chair, his eyes wandered down to the band around his wrist. Licking his lips, he glanced at Snape who was still watching him, an odd look on his face.

It was bad enough having so much to consider when the bond was so persistent in urging him to just give in. "Fuck me. Please, for the love of Merlin, just stick your cock in me now," Harry imagined himself saying. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them back in a panic. He couldn't say it. Wouldn't. Snape didn't deserve the satisfaction.

"Where should I…?" Harry asked, motioning to the supplies he had pulled out.

To his confusion, Snape looked furious. Harry blinked in surprise, backing away as Snape marched over to him but Snape walked past him and muttered something to the wall. A spell? Or a password? Harry watched as a door began to appear in the wall, slowly growing and finally opening when it was done. Snape motioned for Harry to follow, so he did, uncertainly bringing the rag and potions with him. He wasn't sure what to expect but the dark gray, red, and purple furniture and cream colored carpet wasn't it. Snape just kept walking.

"You want me to clean your chambers?" Harry guessed.

"Kindly be quiet, Potter," Snape barked.

He wasn't sure if he should follow, but did anyway just in case. Snape walked right into his bedroom. Realization hit Harry as he stopped in the doorway.

"I already told you I'm not having sex with you," Harry said, fear creeping into him. He wasn't ready to face this decision, but he knew he really had no choice in the matter.

"Undress, Potter," Snape hissed angrily. He began ripping off his own robes, tossing them aside.

"No," Harry said. It didn't sound quite as determined as he wanted it to.

"I refuse to let your stubbornness get us killed," Snape growled.

"What about your stubbornness, huh?" Harry snapped defensively, his right hand inching towards his left wrist anyway. This was happening too fast. He had hoped he would at least be able to prepare himself for this. He had hoped to wait another day or two.

Snape just glared at him then threw something in his direction. Instinctively, Harry ducked out of the way, hearing glass shatter behind him. He looked behind him but didn't notice anything at first then turned back to Snape. "What the bloody hell was…"

"You were supposed to catch it, Potter," Snape said through gritted teeth. The man muttered, finished unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to his bedside table then opened it and pulled something out of it. He held the familiar phial up for Harry to see then tossed this one at him. Harry caught it. He gaped at his professor a moment, then down at the lubricant that was in his hand. For a split second, he thought Snape wanted him to prepare himself, but the realization steadily came.

"Oh," Harry said.

"Yes. Oh," Snape muttered sarcastically, shrugging out of his shirt. The man didn't look pleased in the slightest but that was predictable. What was unexpected was Snape even agreeing to this. While Harry had stood firmly by his request, he wasn't sure he ever really thought he would get his way. The idea of actually fucking Snape…Well, he hadn't pictured it often. The prospect was both arousing and terrifying.

"You do realize you will have to be naked in order to engage in sexual intercourse, Mr. Potter?" Snape growled.

"Err…Right. Sorry," Harry said, quickly divesting himself first of his band, then of the clothes. He worked so fast that while he got a late start on undressing, his last article of clothing hit the floor only a second after Snape's.

This was intimidating. What the hell was he even supposed to do? His fingers closed tightly around the phial, trying to get a good image in his head as to what it would be like. It was so hard imagining Snape beneath him. So wrong. With the man's abrasive, controlling personality it was next to impossible to imagine him taking it up the arse from anyone, especially Harry. He almost wished he hadn't demanded this in the first place.

But remembering why he had gave him some resolve. He sucked in a deep breath, gathering his confidence and courage while Snape climbed into his simple queen-sized bed then lay on his side, facing away from him. Was he just going to lay there and just expect Harry to stick it in or something? That seemed even worse somehow. Harry couldn't just do that to the man. It made him think too much of how worthless he felt the last time he'd had sex with Snape. No matter how much of an arsehole Snape was, he didn't wish that on him. At least not entirely. Some small, vengeful, sadistic side of Harry wanted him to suffer at least a little from this for what he had put him through. But Harry wasn't going to intentionally make him pay.

Harry walked slowly across the room, still trying to gather his wits and his strength. When he felt calm enough, he climbed onto bed beside Snape, reached out, and rolled the man onto his back. Black eyes glared at him, thin lips parted to spit out some virulent insult or mordant remark that was sure to make Harry want to strangle him instead of fuck him. The way Snape was looking, it seemed that the potions master might have preferred the very same thing. Before the man was given the chance to inspire any more loathing in his student, Harry leaned in to kiss him. Snape froze. It could have been worse. The man could have shoved him away or something, so Harry continued to kiss him, hesitantly reaching out his hand to place it on Snape's chest, sliding it down. His breath caught in his throat the lower he got, fingers brushing against the soft hair of Snape's belly. Harry swallowed hard then, tentatively, traced his tongue along his thin lips as his fingertips stroked through the wiry black curls of the man's pubic hair. Green eyes strained to look down from his position, seeing how close he was to the man's flaccid prick. Merlin this was so weird.

"Don't, Potter," Snape muttered. Harry wasn't sure why he said that but he managed to slide his tongue past those soft lips and Snape sighed in resignation. At least the professor started kissing him back somewhat as Harry's fingers glided over the silky flesh of his uninterested cock. Harry's was at least half hard. Realizing that Snape wasn't aroused at all made him feel a bit guiltier but he was determined to make it good. The only problem was that he had never really touched another bloke's prick before. At least not while sober. He thought, maybe, he had once under the influence of the bond but that was it. Harry wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing softly, then moved around to run his knuckles across it. Snape gasped softly into his mouth then reached down to grab his wrist to stop him.

"Stop," Snape commanded irritably, then pushed Harry onto his back and grabbed the phial from his hand.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Harry snapped as Snape began to pour some of the lubricant into his hands. "I thought I…Oh Merlin!"

Before Harry could even finish his sentence, Snape had swooped down to take his cock into his mouth. Bloody fucking hell that mouth was good! The potions master wasted no time teasing him, sucking his cock hungrily. That wicked tongue stroked the underside of his dick expertly before sucking his rapidly hardening prick completely into his mouth. While he sucked, one hand reached out to fondle his balls and Harry couldn't help but reach down to tangle his fingers in the man's greasy black hair. "Fuck! Yes!"

The blow job didn't last very long. After only a minute or two, Snape pulled his mouth away, his slick hand stroking up and down Harry's cock while running his tongue along the sac, sucking one of the testicles into his mouth. His strokes were firm and fast, leaving Harry to moan and grasp tightly at the sheets beneath him. Only a moment later, Snape pulled away and Harry whimpered at the loss. He turned to glare at the man, but it quickly turned into a look of surprise when he saw Snape get onto his hands and knees.

"Now, Potter," Snape grunted. "I already prepared myself. Just stick it in."

Never before had anyone looked so annoyed or angry when they were about to have sex. Or at least Harry didn't think so. At the moment, though, Harry was too turned on to really care. He scrambled up and made quick work of positioning himself behind Snape. This was the most surreal experience of his life but he was so horny, so eager to cum that he didn't have the control to stop to enjoy it. Like Snape always seemed to do, he reached out to part the man's arse cheeks to expose the lubed, angry pink hole. He shifted a bit on his knees to press the head of his cock against it and ended up having to use his hand to position himself right. His pulse was speeding in a manner that didn't feel at all healthy and he was sure his heart or brain would explode before this whole thing was through. Most urgently, though, his cock was throbbing with such a need that couldn't be ignored. Not when he had been wanting Snape for so long. In all reality, it had only been a few days but, to Harry, it felt like years. He pressed forward eagerly, fingers tightening around the man's soft, flat arse as the head of his cock breached the incredibly tight hole. Snape's whole body tensed up and he hissed in pain.

"Fucking…Oh God," Harry moaned, forcing himself to stop until Snape relaxed somewhat. As Snape had told him to do, the older wizard began to press back against him so Harry began to press forward again, though more slowly this time. Holy fucking hell this felt good! The slickness of the lubricant, the tightness and heat of Snape's body, were all working over his cock beautifully. He had no idea how he was supposed to last more than a few minutes, honestly, but he couldn't remember his cock ever feeling so good!

Oddly enough, as good as he was feeling there, his arse felt strangely empty, like it was jealous that Snape's was getting all of the attention. Harry could remember the slide of Snape's thick prick in and out of him, almost as if he could physically feel it now, making him shiver. That was a strange though to have with his dick up Snape's arse, so he pushed it away for the time being. "Feels so good," Harry breathed.

"Of course it does!" Snape snapped, his own voice somewhat strangled, laced with pain. Harry frowned and stilled once he was completely sheathed within the older man's body. Remembering what his teacher had done for him, he began to stroke Snape's hips and thighs to try to soothe him. While he could feel the body beneath him relax, Snape didn't sound very happy when he snarled, "Potter!"

"What?" Harry asked. Then he felt Snape's inner walls clench around him, crying out in pleasure while Snape grunted in pain, his hips jerking in response.

"Fuck me, Potter!" Snape growled, sounding more as though he wanted it over with as soon as possible than actually wanting Harry to fuck him. Harry might have been concerned if he wasn't feeling too good to notice. The younger wizard nodded jerkily, grasped Snape's hips, then began to slowly pull out. It was hard to restrain a quiet gasp as he pressed back inside. It felt so good he hardly knew what to do with himself! Harry moved slowly for a bit, afraid of hurting Snape and afraid of coming too soon. He was pretty sure he wanted this to last forever.

After a few minutes, the strain in Snape's body seemed all but gone, his hips moving lazily back to meet Harry. While the man wasn't quite letting out the moans of pleasure Harry was, he at least didn't sound like he was in pain anymore. Knowing Snape, it had probably been a long time since he had last been on the receiving end of things so Harry wanted to make it as good as possible. With that in mind, Harry uncertainly slid one hand from Snape's hip around to grasp his soft cock.

"Potter," Snape said warningly.

"Stop acting like a martyr or something. If I can enjoy it, so can you," Harry said after a bit, finding it hard to string together two words, let alone two sentences.

"I would rather this be done as soon as possible, Potter, if you don't mind," Snape said acidly.

"Fine," Harry grunted, irritation starting to worm its way into him. He was feeling too good to let something like that bother him. Putting his hand back on Snape's hip, he shifted around a bit with his cock still buried fully in the man, looking for a good position to really get into this. As he was moving, Snape let out a strange noise, hips pressing back into Harry's.

"You alright?" Harry asked in concern, pausing his movements.

There was a short pause before Snape answered. "Fine."

His voice sounded strange. Then, a suspicion forming, Harry began to wiggle his hips around again until Snape's hips jerked and that strangled sound escaped his throat again. Harry grinned victoriously. "Feel good, Professor?"

"Get on with it, Potter, we don't have all bloody day!"

"The way your detentions go, sure we do," Harry muttered. He wasn't sure how well he could find Snape's prostate doing this but he would sure as hell try. He began thrusting into Snape at a quicker pace, putting a bit more force behind his movements. When Snape didn't give any more indication that Harry had found his prize, he was disappointed but kept going. Snape wanted to get this over with, no matter how nice Harry wanted to be about it. He might as well let himself enjoy it as much as possible.

"Fuck," Harry moaned, using his grip on Snape's hips to pull the man back into him on every thrust instead of letting Snape buck into him. No wonder Snape was always trying to get into his pants. This was bloody brilliant!

Just when he started to really get into it, he heard a strange sound come from Snape again. Harry wasn't sure if he should be worried or pleased with himself, so he leaned to the side a bit to get a good look at the man, his thrusts slowing down a bit. Snape had his face pressed into the mattress, his fingers clenched into the bedspread. Curiously, Harry reached around again to feel for Snape's cock, surprised to find it was now very interested indeed. He groaned, his butt cheeks clenching, as he squeezed that hot, heavy dick in his hands. There was nothing more he wanted than to feel it inside of him. Heat burned into his neck and face at that thought. As good as fucking Snape was, being fucked by him was better. Just a little bit, but something felt so much more right in being shagged by the man. Merlin he missed that cock.

"Potter, I swear to Merlin if you do not remove your hand from my cock I will personally remove it and use it as a potions ingredient," the man snarled, though his voice had lost some of its deadly edge.

Harry wanted to deliver some clever remark but he found it very hard to think properly at the moment. Instead, he went back to thrusting wildly into Snape, keeping his hand on the man's prick. His movements felt a bit unsteady for a bit as he got used to having only one hand on the man's hip. His hand squeezed the cock in his hand firmly, but couldn't do much more than that for now. Multi-tasking was not easy, let alone during sex when you couldn't remember ever feeling so wonderful in your entire life. Now and then, he managed to stroke the turgid member, but would have to stop before too long to focus on moving. Snape didn't seem to mind too much. The man seemed to be struggling not to make too much noise, though muffled moans and cries of pleasure could be heard fighting their way out now and then. What couldn't be so easily stopped was the way he fervently bumped his hips back to meet Harry's every move.

It didn't take too long for Harry to feel the end drawing near. Perspiration had formed on his skin and he panted heavily in the workout he was getting. Heat coiled in his stomach, his cock seeming to fill even more as he rammed into Snape more erratically. The potions master let out a choked sound that melted into a moan of pleasure, the sound going straight to Harry's dick. That did it. His balls tightened up and his orgasm hit in hot, powerful waves that easily overtook him and Harry didn't mind in the slightest. When he finished emptying himself, he collapsed onto the man's back. Immediately, Snape rolled onto his side so that Harry was knocked off him. Harry, taking the hint, rolled onto his back, struggling to catch his breath. His heart was fighting with all of its strength to escape his chest, he swore.

That perfectly warm, sated feeling that followed sex was so perfect. Every inch of his body felt so nice and relaxed, he could have easily fallen asleep. Hearing noises from beside him, though, Harry turned to look as Snape's hand worked furiously over his still hard prick. Shite! Harry had forgotten about that. It took more energy than he liked to move, but he did so, crawling over to the man and moving his hand away. Snape tried to knock him away but Harry quickly took the man's cock into his hand and lowered his mouth over it.

As the only blowjob he had given had been under the influence of the bond, he wasn't very confident as to what to do from here. Snape had ideas as his hips thrust up, shoving his cock further into Harry's throat than he was comfortable with. The gag reflex set in and Harry choked, shooting back up so that only the head was in his mouth as he tried to catch his breath around it. When Snape reached down to take his prick back, Harry slapped his hand away and began to stroke it with one hand until he felt ready to take it back again. Having forgotten to remove his glasses, he now tossed them aside before lowering his mouth back over the thick, beautiful cock before him. If he thought about it, having Snape's prick in his mouth was very strange and gross. Letting his mind get away from him, though, he rather enjoyed doing this. Harry liked Snape's cock a lot more than he maybe should have, and even liked having it in his mouth. There was something so arousing about having pulsing, heavy meat on his tongue, sliding in and out of his mouth. If he hadn't just cum, Harry was sure he'd be rock hard by now just sucking the man off.

The only warning was a loud groan from Snape before his seed spurted into Harry's mouth. He hadn't really been expecting that. It was warmer than he thought it would be, very bitter, and while it wasn't disgusting enough to make him vomit, it wasn't very satisfying, either. Most of it came out of his mouth, as he was too surprised at first to do anything, but he tried to swallow some of it. When it seemed the flow had stopped, Harry slowly pulled his mouth off, wiping away the saliva and semen from his face with the back of his hand. He then glanced uncertainly at Snape. The man's face was red. It wasn't that pink flush of pleasure, but so red Harry thought that the man was livid. The way his eyes flickered around, scowling, but never looking Harry directly in the eye, as well as how tense his body had become again, Harry thought he might be embarrassed. Frowning, he reached out to comfortingly touch Snape, but the man batted his hand away.

"Get out, Potter," Snape said coldly.

"But…" Harry said, but only trailed off as he wasn't sure how to finish the sentence.

"I said get out, Potter. You got what you wanted; now you may leave. Your detention is over."

"I was trying to make it good, okay? You don't have to be an arse about it."

"You all but forced my hand in this, Potter," the man spat bitterly.

"And you would have given me the choice? If I had given in it would have been the same thing, you git!" Harry snapped. He felt around for his glasses, shoved them on angrily, and scrambled out of bed to grab his clothes.

"You, unlike I, enjoy taking it, Mr. Potter."

"You got hard, you came so don't even pretend you didn't get off on it."

"The body reacts to things that way," Snape said uncomfortably. "The stimulation to the prostate was a mildly interesting experience but, as a whole, it does not mean I like taking the submissive role in bed."

"Exactly," Harry hissed. "So what makes you think I like it?"

Snape gave him a hard, calculating look. Harry did his best to keep a straight face. He actually did enjoy having Snape shag him, and was disappointed he hadn't thought before now to just let Snape fuck him when they finished. The potions master didn't need to know that though. He was entirely too smug, too cruel about the entire thing. Having the satisfaction of knowing Harry liked what he did to him was not something he was willing to give.

"I believe I told you to get out," Snape said.

"Fine. I got what I needed anyway," Harry muttered, tugging on his trousers. Merlin, why did the man have to be so frustrating all of the time? Grabbing his wand and hexing the git was all too tempting at the moment! His hands shook slightly as he tugged on his trousers. He didn't even notice Snape move until he heard a nearby door slam shut. Harry glared in the direction of what he assume was the bathroom door. If Snape wasn't such a rotten bastard all of the time Harry might have sympathized with him. As it was, he was rather fond of the idea of the man falling into a hole and dying.

"Your turn next time!" he called to Snape as he exited the bedroom, heading back to the door that would lead him out of Snape's chambers. "If you're nice!"

The bathroom door burst open. He glanced back as he stepped into Snape's office to see Snape striding towards him from the bedroom door. Harry slammed the entrance shut and walked quickly out of the office before Snape could find him. Was it fear? No. He wasn't afraid of the man. He was afraid of what he was going to be tempted to do to the man if he said one more nasty thing to him tonight.

While Harry knew now he preferred to bottom, he wasn't giving up his stance on things. He and Snape could take turns. Maybe if he kept this up Snape would eventually understand that he couldn't just be a complete prat to him all of the time. After tonight, Harry definitely was not going to let the man have the pleasure of knowing he was right. Just giving in to Snape was just going to be bad in the long run. If he wanted to make it through this bond with any sort of sanity or happiness, he was going to have to fight Snape tooth and nail until he calmed down.

Author's Note: Whooo. Chapter didn't come out how I had hoped, but meh. The last scene was an especially big struggle for me, since I kept wanting to change direction and let Snape top, per usual. I wanted to try something new, though, so I hope I did it halfway decently lol. Don't worry, this won't be happening often, if ever again xD lol
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