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It's In Your Blood	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione was the first person waiting on Harry when he entered the Great Hall that morning. The Gryffindor approached him carrying a couple of pieces of toast wrapped in up in a napkin and a glass of pumpkin juice, "Let's go to the lake, I want to hear how it went."
Harry took the toast and juice from Hermione and walked with his friend down to the lake. After seating themselves under the willow that stood nearby Harry began his story and told Hermione of how he'd used occlumency to win over Lucien.
The witch was quite proud of her friend and she told him so, "I'm so proud of you Harry! We put a lot of hard work into that so I'm glad it worked. Although, I am rather surprised that Snape agreed so easily to be your mate. It should make your life interesting hm?"
The wizard barked out a laugh, "As if my life weren't interesting before!"
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Severus studied the pair of Gryffindor's beneath the willow tree by the lake. The vampire had long since finished his breakfast and had been on his way to the owlery when he'd passed a window and noticed two people beneath the tree. Severus could easily make out the figure of Potter and the bushy hair of Granger.
The man had had the night to sleep and think on the matter of being mated to Harry Potter and Severus had decided that he would quite enjoy it. Imagine the looks on the faces of the Ministry officials and all of the other people in the wizarding world when they heard that the Harry Potter was mated to none other than Severus Snape. Albus must be spinning in his grave.
The Potions Master continued on his way then, knowing that tonight would be the night that he and Harry exchanged blood, once again filling the crystal phial that he wore around his neck. Harry of course, being such a new vampire, would take more from Severus since he needed to feed a bit and put some into the phial that he would keep.
I wonder what the chances are of me persuading Potter into an intimate bonding? It certainly wasn't that Severus was looking for love or anything of the sort, but a good night in bed every now and again with a young wizard wouldn't hurt.
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"This is insane." Harry muttered for the hundredth time as he walked down to the dungeons and entered into the common room. Snape was still up in his classroom, but Harry was glad of that as it gave him the time he needed to settle his nerves. We're just sucking blood from each other's necks.. no big deal. He thought sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and deposited his bag of books into his bedroom.
Absently, Harry wondered if he should change into his vampire clothing for this. He certainly didn't want to be in his Hogwart robes and when he was doing something vampire-ish; he felt as though he should be dressed for the occasion. Deciding that it couldn't hurt, Harry went back into his room and slid into the comfortable black leathers that clung to his body. Leaving off his cloak and wrist protectors, Harry walked back into the common room, only to find that Severus had entered and was already in his vampire clothing. Probably wears them under his teaching robes. Harry thought with an inward snigger.
"Well then, Potter, let's not waste any time. Come here and sit behind me." Snape said as he went and sat on the rug in front of the fire. Harry hesitated at first, but did as instructed, his eyes widening in alarm as Snape grabbed Harry's legs and pulled him closer, so that Harry's chest was practically rubbing against Snape's back, the Potions Master snug between Harry's thighs. Then Snape tilted his head, his hands resting lightly on Harry's knees, and exposed the smooth white of his neck.
Harry could see a set of faint, white bite marks, and it led Harry to the assumption that each time they extracted blood it would be from the same place. With vampire instinct, Harry felt the blood lust rise within the pit of his stomach and then his lips were on Snape's neck and Harry surprised himself by pressing a kiss to it before sinking his teeth into the skin there.
If Harry had to describe the sensation, he would have said it was like biting into a peach. The skin soft under his sharp teeth, and the blood that flooded his mouth was sweet and succulent. Beneath him Harry could feel Snape's moan, but it was not one of pain, no, Snape seemed to almost enjoy the bite. Harry took what he felt was sufficient and then filled his crystal phial with the rest. Licking up some blood that had dribbled down Severus' neck, Harry murmured a quiet healing spell that caused the two punctures to heal over.
It was odd, Harry licked his lips as he sat back and he found himself panting, his heart thundering in his chest and he wondered at Snape's silence, "Are you .. okay?" Had he done it right?
"Yes," Snape said softly, "just give me a moment." The older vampire was panting just as hard as Harry, and while they sat in silence, Snape pondered at what had just happened. Snape had had his blood taken on more than one occasion, by Lucien Vontae, his former mate, but it had never felt like that! Normally, it was a bit painful and on more than one occasion, uncomfortable. This time, however, it had been erotic, like a catalyst, and his heart still fluttered from the electric jolt that had gone to his heart when Potter had pressed his lips to his neck.
"Okay, switch places." Severus said, and didn't move except to spread his legs as Harry came and sat down in front of him, snuggling back against Severus as he waited, tensely, for the bite.
Snape, sensing Harry's trepidation, ran a hand around the Gryffindor's side, and soothingly rubbed Harry's chest, "Relax." He ordered softly into Harry's ear, "I know what I'm doing." He reminded the younger wizard who merely nodded and then tilted his head to the side, the way Snape had, and exposed his neck to Severus.
Licking his lips, Severus rained kisses down upon the curve of Harry's neck, his tongue darting out here and there, relaxing Harry before suddenly Harry felt Severus teeth pierce his skin. It was odd at first, the sensation, but then red hot lust burned in his stomach, lust for Snape, for the man lapping at his blood. Harry didn't know that it was going to feel this way, but every pore on his body was alive and screaming, and Harry felt his hands sliding dangerously along Snape's inner thighs before he was able to reign in some self control and move them back to Snape's knees.
When Severus was finished he healed Harry's neck just as Harry had done for him. Then he ran his fingers over the smooth skin, almost as in fascination which caused goosebumps to break out across Harry's arms. "See, it wasn't that bad was it?" Snape said, but did not move out from behind Harry, his hand still lingering on Harry's chest.
"Ah, it was actually quite... quite intense. Is it always like that?" Harry questioned, wondering if every time Snape bit him he'd have the desire to tear their clothes off and allow the dark haired man to ravish him.
"I'm not sure, what I experienced with you is certainly very different from anything that I ever experienced with Lucien Vontae. I am not sure what it means, other than we are truly meant to be mates, perhaps." Snape allowed Harry a moment to contemplate what he said, "Do you remember when you asked me what sort of relationship Lucien and I had?" At Harry's nod he continued, "What sort of relationship do you want us to have?"
Harry licked his lips, quite distracted by the presence of Snape's body against his own, "I- I am not sure, when you bit me I felt .. I felt like..." He trailed off uncertainly, hardly beieving that he was saying these things to Snape of all people.
"Like you wanted me? Wanted this?" Snape said, his hand sliding down Harry's chest and abdomen.
Again that breathless feeling stole over Harry. How was Severus Snape, dark, murdering git, having this affect over him? It must truly be the bonding that so infused their lusts towards one another. "Yes."
"That's exactly how I felt; it's most odd. Unfortunately we don't have time for anything else at the moment, Chesek will be expecting our presence at the House, to see how we're doing and more importantly, how the new House Champion is fairing." Snape finally abandoned Harry by standing up, but he stretched his hand down.
Harry looked at the pale, slender hand for a moment before putting his own in it, not surprised by the strength he found in the hand. Allowing Severus to help him to his feet, Harry swayed a bit, slightly woozy at the loss of blood, "You'll grow more accustomed to it in time. When we get to the Eternal House we'll grab a cup of wine, it'll help."
"I hope so." Harry said as he put a hand to his head and then Accio'd his long, leather black coat, "Let's go." And with Severus’ arm hovering near, incase Harry grew too dizzy, they exited the castle and then Apparated to the Eternal House.
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Striding in to the Eternal House, their coats billowing behind them, their faces emotionless except for the gleam in their eyes, Harry and Snape made a formidable duo, and many in the room tipped their heads respectfully to the pair as they continued on to the Council Room.
Opening the door, Harry was surprised to see that he was no longer on the other side of the long table, but instead, the room was filled with couches that created a square, and in the center of the square sat a cherry oak coffee table. "Ah, Severus, Harry, so good of you to come, please have a seat." The other members of the House Council were not present, only Chesek.
Taking the man's invitation, Harry sat down on the couch opposite Chesek and sat as Draco had directed, his shoulders squared, his back straight and his legs together, rather than sprawled everywhere. Snape sat beside of Harry, a few inches away, far enough for proprieties' sake.
"Cup of wine?" Chesek offered, transfiguring two goblets for Harry and Severus. Each man murmured his thanks as he took his cup, and Harry gratefully sipped the sweet liquid, although it held not a candle to the taste of Snape's blood.
"How was your first taste of blood?" Chesek questioned as he sat back comfortably against the back of the couch.
Harry slowly put his cup down on the table, not entirely sure how to answer, "It was.. good, sir," he glanced at Snape, "much better than I'd thought it would be." A lot better in fact.
Chesek looked between Snape and Harry and smirked, "I am sure that it was indeed."
Only Harry had the decency to blush a bit at the insinuation left by Chesek, Snape, however, looked as stoic as ever, "How is Lucien getting along with his new mate?" Snape questioned, earning a sharp look from Harry.
"He's quite enjoying it I believe, while Blaise does not have your flare or power, he's quite more willing to be in Lucien's bed." Chesek smirked quite brightly at this, obviously wanting to know exactly what was going on in Snape and Harry's relationship.
"I am glad for that, then, as I will no longer have to endure his pestering." Snape said snidely.
"Ah, but I am sure that he wore you down a few times." Chesek joked, but Snape knew that it was a jab toward Harry, to see how he would react. Snape was proud to see that Harry did not look phased by the comment.
"I'm sure that I can wear him down more than a few times." Harry quipped smoothly (although he wasn't really sure if he believed what he said or not), earning a laugh from Chesek, and an approving glance from Severus.
"It is so refreshing to have new blood in the coven, we shall expect to see you here with us more often after you have finished your schooling at Hogwarts." Chesek said, quite fond of the newest House Champion.
Harry inclined his head, "I am sure that Severus and I will be visiting more after graduation." He wasn't sure if he could speak for Snape, but Chesek seemed to like his confidence.
Chesek nodded approvingly, "Good, well, with that settled, you two may return, I am sure that you both have some things to attend to." And with a wink, the man dismissed them.
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Leaving the Eternal House, Harry did not miss the presence of Lucien Vontae, who was sitting in the corner, regarding them darkly as they strode through the foyer and then out of the dark, black doors.
"It seems I have made an enemy already." Harry commented as they walked to the Apparation point.
"Everyone in the Eternal House is supposed to act as a brother, or sister, to their fellow vampire; however, I would think it wise to keep our eyes on Lucien for the time being."
As the next day was Saturday, Harry and Severus both took up a glass of scotch when they returned to their common room, and sipped them by the fire. This time, however, when they sat on the couch, Severus sat much closer than he had at the Eternal House.
Really, Harry decided as his heart thumped wildly, there's no reason why Snape and I can't have a good snog, it's not like it changes anything between us. He's still the man I hate most in the world.
When Severus' lips touched the freshly healed skin on Harry's neck, a white hot flash of pleasure passed before Harry's eyes and he suddenly found the glass of scotch gone from his hand, vanished by the flick of Snape's wand.
Harry did not protest when Snape moved over him, straddling Harry's hips with his thighs, his long fingers running over the leather doublet that Harry wore. Regarding Harry with burning black eyes, Harry felt his stomach twist with the intensity of the older man's gaze and he leaned up and kissed the man to block his eyes from site.
Snape was mildly surprised that Harry took the initiative to kiss him, but he returned the kiss greedily as his fingers left Harry's doublet and traced little patterns through the young man's dark, silky hair. Both men panted against each other, the bloodlust from earlier consuming them as they fumbled with doublets, boots, and pants, not stopping until they were both writhing against the other naked, skin upon skin.
Snape's lips were everywhere, on Harry's neck, his shoulders, down the front of his chest and then back to Harry's mouth, which was involuntarily releasing soft little moans as his hands stroked Severus' back, spurring the older man on. Randomly, Snape wondered if he needed to slow things down a little, incase Potter was a virgin, but the question of virginity was answered when Harry turned, his hands gripping the back of the couch, his back arched, his knees on the cushions and his arse pushed out. He's been in this position before. Snape concluded, but continued hungrily.
Harry had only done this one other time in his life and he remembered it quite vividly, it had been the night before he was to face Voldemort and Remus had been more than willing to oblige Harry in his request that he not die a virgin. It was easy to remember that night because the love making had been slow, but needy, and Harry could still remember how intense it had been.
This thing with Snape, though, it was not slow and measured, but swift, raging, and Harry felt that if they did not get somewhere soon he would explode from it all. Luckily for Harry, Snape was just as ready, and he felt the man's slickened hands (from lubrication) caressing his outer rim before slipping in a finger. Even though both men wanted to speed things up, both knew that without lubrication it wouldn't be fun for either of them.
After three fingers had been curved in, Snape replaced them with the tip of his cock, his eyes hungrily feasting on the ravishing visage that Harry made, arched beneath him, his head thrown back as he panted for more. Pushing in, Severus and Harry moaned in unison their bodies momentarily frozen in place as they sought to capture the pleasure that Severus' entry had caused. When Harry pushed back against him, Snape smirked, his hands on Harry's hips as he began a steady pace, pumping wantonly into the Savior of the Wizarding World. Thinking of how shocked everyone would be if they knew, and thinking of who's son he was screwing, made it all that much better for Snape as he continued plunging in, his muscled abdomen tightening with each thrust.
Harry didn't know what was coming out of his mouth, but between moans and a bit of dirty talk his throat was going hoarse. It didn't matter, however, all that mattered was that Severus continued hitting that sweet, electric button of pleasure inside Harry, and the little grunts coming from Severus only made the scene more erotic. The fireplace cast shadows across their body as the pair moved together, Harry's back arching sensuously, meeting Severus' thrusts as the vampire reached around and took Harry's cock in his hand.
The touch made Harry gasp a bit, which turned into a dark, needy groan as Severus brushed over the head of Harry's cock with his thumb, gently circling before making one, long stroke. Severus was more than a bit pleased with how well endowed his vampire mate was, and it made him excited to know that perhaps soon they could switch positions....
"Oh, Severus," it was the first time Snape had ever heard his name spoken like that, Lucien had always said the name possessively, but Harry's voice was raw passion and need.
The name sparked something within Severus and he found himself unable to stop the quick, pistoning motion of his hips as he slammed into Harry, his breath coming in short little gasps. Snape cried out as he came within Harry, his eyes clenched shut as the pleasure from the orgasm washed over him repeatedly, until the only movement came from his hand, which was still stroking Harry's cock.
Still moving against Severus' now still body, Harry froze, his member thrust forward into Severus' hand as he came in spurts, his body trembling, and for a moment he was afraid he would collapse, but Snape was there and he gently lowered Harry down onto the couch. Surprisingly, Snape then lay down behind him, spooning his body around Harry's as he wrapped a possessive arm around Harry's waist and hugged him up against his chest. Taking the blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over their rapidly cooling bodies, Snape kissed Harry's shoulder but said nothing, and Harry followed suit. The two men fell asleep, both with their eyes on the fire.
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It was a while later before they awoke, and even then much snogging and petting ensued until both men were satiated, their bodies still sprawled together on the couch. "This wasn't your first time." Severus remarked to Harry.
Harry, his back to Severus and his face towards the fire, raised an eyebrow, "You're surprised?"
"A bit, I didn't think hunting down the Dark Lord left much time for anything else." Snape commented and in essence, asked the unvoiced question, who had been Harry's first?
Idly, and without thought, Harry traced small circles on Severus' bare thigh as he answered, "There wasn't much time, it was the night before I was to duel Voldemort, and Remus was there and .... well.... I didn't exactly want to die a virgin."
As Harry had predicted in his mind, Snape's body tensed a bit at the mention of Lupin's name, "Sleeping with a lycan is dangerous, Potter, that was stupid."
Harry rolled his eyes, "If you hadn't noticed, I was going to face the Dark Lord, it wasn't as if I had a whole lot to look forward to so it didn't really matter."
Snape was still grumbling, however, "Well, you'll need to watch your step around him from now on, lycan and vampire are mortal enemies."
"Why?" Harry questioned, surprised.
"There was a betrayal centuries ago and a war broke out between werewolf and vampire, and we've been feuding with them ever since. The only reason why I helped Lupin in the first place was because Dumbledore asked me to, and I didn't want him running around infecting people with his disease." Snape sneered.
Harry frowned, "Don't talk about Remus that way, he can't help being a werewolf just as you can't help being a vampire. He's been a faithful and loyal friend-"
"So loyal as to screw his best friend's son." Snape cut in snidely.
That was the last straw for Harry and he flung back the blanket that they had been lying under, "I'm going to bed." He said, his voice tight as he gathered his clothes in his arm and then strode into his bedroom, effectively slamming the door behind him.
Snape cursed as he was left laying on the couch alone, it wasn't that he had wanted to run Harry off, the boy's supple young body had felt quite nice next to his own, but he simply couldn't hold his tongue when he imagined Lupin, a lycan, putting his arms around Harry's waist, and touching him.... Even thinking about it now made Severus snarl angrily. It's in the past. Snape tried to remind himself, Harry's mine now anyway. He comforted himself with that thought as he padded into his bedroom and closed the door. All mine.
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