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Let Me Love You	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21946 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Three – Am I Your Mate?
Severus sat in his office waiting for Harry to arrive. It was the first night of his detention; looking at his watch he saw Harry was already ten minutes late. Severus was surprised how cheeky his Mate was today in the Great Hall. He did not know what had gotten into Harry lately. He would admit that Harry’s potion making skills had improved. Severus knew Harry had it in him to be an exceptional potion maker; he would even admit out loud that he is completely impressed with his Mate.
Tonight, Severus’s plan was to use the time they had together to get to know each other. Despite Harry acting like a spoiled brat, he gave Harry detention mostly as an excuse to get his Mate alone and actually talk to him. Now he was sitting here waiting for his Mate, his temper flaring up more and more by the minute. Severus got up from his desk ready to find his Mate when said Mate bursted into his office looking a bit flushed but still immaculately dressed. Before he could give Harry a dressing down for his tardiness, Harry spoke up.
“Professor, I must apologize for my tardiness, I was in the library studying and completely lost track of time. I promise it will never happen again.”
Severus was a bit taken aback. What happened to the cheeky little brat he encountered today in the Great Hall? He cleared his throat nodding, “Very well Mr. Potter, do not let it happen again.” They stood there staring at each other. Neither moved nor said a word to each other. What was he suppose to do now? This was not how he intended to start the night. Severus was sure that his jealousy got the better of him when he asked the only question that had been on his mind.
“What is your relationship with Mr. Rosier?”
Instead of giving him an answer, the boy walked further into his office and stood by his desk. Severus watched the sway of his hips as he moved, he had to fight back the groan that was threatening to spill past his lips. The way Harry’s pert little arse looked in those pants was driving Severus mental. His mind was taking him places it should not, like the fact that he wanted to bury his face between Harry’s arse cheeks and taste his budding rose. The boy was testing every inch of self control he possessed.
He watched as Harry settled himself in the chair in front of his desk. Harry crossed his legs and steepled his fingers over his knees, then looked right at him, “Sir, what is it that you require me to do for tonight’s detention?” His gaze never wavered, nor did he answer the question that was asked.
“Answer my question,” he hissed. He knew way he sounded, like a jealous lover when he had no right make any claim to the boy.
Harry raised a brow, “Why are you asking me that, Professor? He tilted his head to the side, looking appraisingly at Severus before he continued, “Are you asking out of concern for me as my Head of House or a completely different matter?”
Severus was sure his jealousy was evident at the moment. However, he did not give a flying fuck. He walked over to his desk, sat on the edge, crossed his arms at his chest, and met Harry’s gaze head on. “What difference does it matter? Just answer the bloody question.”
Harry smiled at him, leaning back and sitting comfortably in the chair. “Of course the question matters; if you are asking as my Head of House, I would tell you it is none of your business, respectfully. And if you were asking as something else well…” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
Severus growled, the brat was being vague on purpose. “Very well Mr. Potter, since you refuse to answer my questions and for your continued cheek, you will do lines for the next two and a half hours.”
Harry jumped up from his chair, yelling at him, “That’s bollocks and you know it, you don’t get the answer you want to hear, so you punish me.”
Severus felt so out of depth this was not what he wanted to do tonight. Starting a fight with his Mate was not in his plans. He wanted to get to know him, talk to him and see him smile the way he use to. Instead Severus let his jealousy color his judgment. But that always happened when it came to Harry. Lately, he could no longer ignore the man Harry had turned into. What happened to the little green-eyed boy he watched grow from a baby to a child to the man who once hung on his every word? What changed? You still see a boy when he is a man, he thought.
His need to claim Harry continued to grow stronger and stronger. It was always on his mind. No matter how much he tried to fight it, to give Harry time to grow up, to chose a life for himself. The mating instincts kept taking over as the creature within him grew more restless. Severus’s biggest fear was that bloodlust would drive him to do something reprehensible, to commit an act that he would not be able to forgive himself for.
He cleared his throat to stop himself from focusing on his thoughts and unanswered questions, “As your Head of House, Mr. Potter.” He needed to remain professional, no matter the turmoil going on inside of him. “It is my duty to ensure your safety, and yes, at times it requires me to ask the more personal questions.” Not to mention if that little bastard EJ tried to claim what was his, he would kill him.
Harry snorted at his statement, “Protect me from who, EJ?” he said rolling his eyes, “oh wait, maybe it’s the boogie man, he’s going to jump out of the closet and get me. You know Professor, maybe you should check my closets and under my bed to make sure I’m safe. And for your information, what I do and who I date is none of your business.”
That was it, Severus could not take anymore of his sarcasm, “What the hell is your damn problem?” He knew he sounded a bit petulant but this new and improved Harry was not the Mate he knew.
They stared at each other before Harry answered, “You want to know what’s my problem?” He got up from his chair and took just a few steps to stand in front of Severus, his gaze never wavered. “You!” he said poking Severus in the chest. “You are my problem. For the past couple of years, I have chased after you like a little puppy, begging for scraps. And each and every time you turned me down. Told me that you are too old for me, to find someone my own age and the one time I finally do, you have a fucking problem w…”
Whatever else he was about to say, Severus did not want to hear so he did the only thing he could think of. He pulled Harry into a kiss. What was he doing? He should not be doing this? But oh Merlin as soon as their lips touched, Severus knew he was in serious trouble. One taste would not quench his desire for his Mate. He would need to have more of him. Harry’s lips were as soft as he imagined. Someone moaned, he was not sure if it was himself or Harry.
There was no resistance from Harry, so he pulled his Mate completely against him, savoring the feeling of his compact muscled body. Harry fit perfectly in his arms. Harry wound his hands around his neck, tugging and running his hands through his hair. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but filled with passion nonetheless; he traced his tongue from corner to corner, tasting those lips as he went. Harry gasped when his bottom lip was bitten. Severus nibbled on it. He pricked it gently with the tip of his fang, drawing a small amount of blood, sucking it eagerly from those sweet, succulent lips. This time he growled deep in his chest. Harry was sweet inside and out. He wanted more of Harry but not this way. This was the wrong way to do things, he needed to take a step back and assess the situation to come with a better plan on how to court the man properly. Then he could claim him completely.
He was a Vampire Prince for Merlin’s sake; he needed to get a better grip of himself and not act like a jealous, horny teenager. He abruptly pulled away from those lips, putting some distance between Harry and himself. “This should not have happened. Not like this, not here, not now.” He said out loud. He kept his head down, refusing to look up at Harry. He did not see when Harry touched his fingers to his kiss-swollen lips or how dazed his eyes were from their kiss.
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Harry could not believe that finally Severus was showing him some kind of affection; the kiss they just shared had set his insides on fire, leaving him dazed and unfocused. He knew Severus was saying something important but all Harry heard was: no and this shouldn’t have happened. Why must this man constantly pull him in only to push him away again? He was going mental from all the ups and downs, Harry felt like a yo-yo.
He would never have guessed that on the first night of his detention that he and Severus, the man he had always wanted to notice him since he first stepped into the castle, would end up kissing. Harry relished the feeling of those strong arms holding him close, the way those soft lips moved and commanded his without a single word. He knew Severus was a passionate man, and would know how to make his world spin with single touch of his lips against his. He remembered winding his arms around those wide shoulders, then carding them up into Severus’s silky, raven locks. He wanted and needed more, he wanted to feel those lips on every inch of his body, making him shiver with want.
He knew in his heart that this was where he belonged; no other would ever come before or after Severus. His body was on fire and all they did was kiss; he can’t help but imagine what will happen when they finally take it to the next step. If they ever take it to the next step, he thought. He enjoyed the kiss, the feeling of those strong hands on him and the sensations running through his body; he knows Severus was experiencing the same feelings. So it was a shock when they suddenly stopped and he was pushed away from those sweet lips and enticing body.
“Wha..what do you mean by that?” He asked in confusion.
“You’re not ready,” Severus said.
He creased his brows, “Not ready for what? All we are doing is kissing,” he asked again in complete confusion.
Severus was not even looking at him when he spoke, “You’re not ready for what I have to offer, plus I am your teacher, I...”
“Don’t tell me that bull about how you can get in trouble because there are no rules for teachers and student as long as it is consensual between both parties. Why do you keep pushing me away?” He hated the way he sounded like a whiny brat rather than the adult he was trying to be. Harry promised himself that he would not throw himself at Severus any longer; he had to keep his dignity intact.
Severus finally lifted his head to look at him, “I can’t…” he sighed while he shaking his head, “not just yet, you’re too young…”
Harry could not take anymore of the push and pull. He loved Severus but he was tired of the constant rejection. Harry gathered his pride, compose himself then looked Severus in the eye. “Well, when you think I am ready for whatever it is you think I am not ready for” he could hear the sarcasm in his voice, “come find me. Let’s hope for your sake I’m still available.”
He walked out of the Severus’s office, not looking back. If he did he would have seen the hurt look on Severus’s face. He refused to turn around when he heard the anguished scream that was torn from Severus. It broke his heart to do it but Harry had to walk away.
When he made it to somewhere he felt safe, a place where no one would see him, he broke down and cried. He had given his heart away to the one man who had proven time and time again that he does not want it. And that hurts worse than anything he could have ever imagined.
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Unknowingly, two others watched Harry when he walked out of Severus’s office. They watched Harry break down, crying like a man whose heart had been ripped to shreds. There was only one man and one thing that could make Harry cry his heart out like that. Severus had a lot to answer for. When they were finished with him, Severus would be lucky to still be in one piece. They walked to Severus’s office together when they heard an anguished scream. They knew their friend was hurting just as much as Harry was.
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Back in his office, Severus raged at his stupidity. He finally took the steps to claim what was rightfully his. But because of his stupid pride, he pushed the one person he wanted away. Sitting in the chair Harry vacated earlier, he dropped his head into his hands. “What have I done?” He was not expecting an answer but got one anyway.
“I don’t know what you’ve done, but I will tell you what you are. And you my friend, are a bloody idiot.” Severus looked up to see Marvolo and Lucius standing at his office door, both with concerned looks on their faces. “Why must you cock everything up when it comes Harry, who by the way is out there hurting just as much as you are from the look of your office.” Marvolo told him. Marvolo sounded as frustrated as Severus felt at the moment.
“What happened Sev?” asked Lucius.
He leaned back into the chair, ignoring the tears of blood that started to leak from his eyes. They knew what and who he was, so Severus saw no reason to hide his pain. “We were arguing I suppose…” his voice sounded rough from his grief stricken screams. “I got angry and a bit jealous you could say with the fact that he kept avoiding my questions about Rosier Jr.,” his lips curled in anger when he said Rosier’s name, “next thing I knew we are kissing an...”
“That’s good right?” Lucius cut him off. “I mean it is a step in the right direction?” Severus nodded his head.
“Then tell me old friend how did you go from kissing to,” he asked waving his hand around Severus dismantled office “this?”
Feeling ashamed of himself, he sighed and looked around his office in its current state, “I pushed him away,” he admitted as he ran his hands through his tousled hair. “I told him he was not ready for what I have to offer, that he is too young.” He finished with a whisper.
Lucius and Marvolo looked at each other, it was something they often do when Severus brought up conversations about Harry. He loved them like brothers but at times they grated on his nerves; this was one of those times. “And that right there, my friend, is why you are a bloody idiot.” Commented Marvolo. His friends always played good Auror, and bad Auror. Marvolo was never one to pull any punches. He was the type to tell it like it is, regardless of the fact that hearing the truth might hurt. Lucius on the other hand, always took the diplomatic approach and tried to make you confess your wrong doings by making you feel like a complete git.
He got up feeling frustrated. How can he explain himself so that they would understand and see it from his point of view? “You know what will happen if I claim him now. I will have to leave and take up the mantel as King. He is not ready for my world, hell even I am not ready to be King.”
“No one said you had to claim him right now you fool,” Marvolo yelled at him. “Try courting him, getting to know him. Have you forgotten he has no idea you’re a Vampire or the Prince for that matter? Here’s an idea, try actually talking to him rather than barking orders. Think Severus, use your brain for Merlin’s sake, he’s your Mate.”
Marvolo looked at Severus for a few minutes, “When you kissed him tonight, did you taste any of his blood?” he asked.
Severus stopped for a minute, shit he was an idiot, he thought. The mating process had already started. He initiated the mating dance from a single, small drop of Harry’s blood. There was nothing he could do to stop it now. “I took a very small drop.”
“You realize what this mean now, don’t you Severus?” asked Lucius.
Severus nodded his head, “Yes” he answered with a sigh, “I have started the mating process.”
None of the three men notice that there was someone standing on the other side of the door until they heard a gasp. Shock registered on their faces when they all turned around to find Harry standing there with his hands covering his lips and his eyes wide. From his shocked expression, he heard everything. Severus did not know what to say or do. “Harry, what are you doing here? What did you hear?”
Harry did not answer him, he only asked the one question Severus was sure he did not want to answer this very moment.
“Is it true, am I your Mate?”
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