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All Forms of Caution	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Over the years, as we have become more used to one another, I have given Ms Granger standing permission to touch Harry; however, she always does me the courtesy of checking first. I certainly appreciate that, as it allows me to be more forgiving when, in a moment of excitement, she forgets herself.”
Severus Snape, interviewed for 'The Veela Who Lived?'

Once they had both reached the kitchen, Harry went through the door first, face still flaming with embarrassment. Ron and Hermione had clearly been talking about him as they both stopped and got up as he appeared. The girl ran to him and pulled him into her arms. Ron came close, but seemed unable to bring himself to touch his friend.
Behind Harry, Snape had made a low noise of annoyance when Hermione had hugged her friend, and Harry felt his shoulders twitching where his non-existent wings were. He pulled free and glanced at Ron.
“Hi,” he began, but Ron seemed to have found some truly suicidal courage as he stalked over to Snape and prodded the older man with a finger.
“DON'T TOUCH HIM!” Harry yelled.
Ron and Hermione stared at Harry in horror. Hermione had given a small scream at his words, and Ron had turned to face his friend, his finger still close to Severus' chest. Agitated, Harry's shoulders twitched, flapping wings he didn't possess. He stood in front of Ron, his green eyes flecked with red.
“He said you shouldn't touch me,” Snape said quietly, putting one hand onto Harry's still jerking shoulder.
Eyes filling with tears, Hermione looked at Harry, “Oh, Harry, what has happened to you?”
Nonplussed, he stared at his friends. “What? I – I didn't want Ron touching Snape.”
“Mate,” that was Ron, aiming for (and missing) cheery casualness, “you screamed at me, like Buckbeak or something. Fucking terrifying it was.”
“Veela,” Snape supplied, “he spoke in Veela.”
Ignoring his friends, Harry turned to his Bond-Mate. “I don't know Veela.” He huffed out a confused breath, “I'm not Veela.”
Not wanting to start that argument again, Severus indicated they should all sit down. At war with himself, Harry settled into a chair one removed from Snape, even though some of him was writhing to touch his partner.
“As you have probably worked out, I am part Veela. My mother married a human man and had me. She ignored her instincts and was deeply unhappy. When she finally realised she had made a mistake, it was too late, she was bound to a man she despised, and unable to fly.”
Harry stared in horror at the notion of losing wings. The human part of him tried to remain composed, but he was being subsumed by the Veela awakening inside him.
“When I was born, she told me about my heritage and how to disguise myself so that the Veela community would not come looking for me to exact a little vengeance for my mother's failings. I've lived, knowing what I was, for years. Harry has only known he is Veela for the past hour. As his friends, it is your duty to help him understand just what being Veela is. There are many things I alone can explain to him, but Mr Weasley, as a pure blood wizard, you must have been told of Veelas. Miss Granger, given your penchant for research, you probably have a more academic understanding of Veela. Between you, you can help Harry accept this.”
“What about you?” Harry was asking, his eyes annoyed at being discussed as though he weren't in the room.
“I've already said I'll help you with some things. But as you are fighting against my claim, I cannot spend large quantities of time alone with you. Until you agree to my Bond, we cannot be fully alone for longer than fifteen minutes at a time. We will not couple again, as I said upstairs, until you have stopped fighting me.”
Harry stared down at the table, not daring to look at his friends. They must have suspected that Snape had dragged him off to fuck him, but now they knew. His hands shook at the shame and humiliation.
“One boundary I am placing now,” Snape looked at the two humans who had been listening so intently, “no-one is to touch Harry without my express permission. And no-one is to touch me without Harry's permission. Understood?”
They both nodded, but Harry snapped, “I'm not your belonging to lock up!”
Irritated, Snape explained, “In case you missed it, I am only to be touched by you. And, do you not remember screaming at your friends to get away from me only minutes ago? Veela are territorial, and you have already claimed me as your territory. I am merely doing the same. It will make things much less fraught for us all if they understand that we are not happy with casual touching from others.”
“No-one would want to touch you,” Harry sneered, “And you seemed fine when Hermione hugged me, so it can't be that much of a problem.”
But, thinking back, he remembered that Snape had been tense when Hermione had touched him. Still, he wasn't going to give in and let some other external thing determine his future.
“Another boundary,” Snape said suddenly, eyes flecked with red, “you will keep your foul comments about me private. Discuss me all you want with your friends, but insult me when we are alone.”
“Oh? And there's no turnabout on that one, I suppose? You can be horrible to me?”
“But, Harry,” Hermione butted in quietly, “he hasn't been horrible to you. He hasn't insulted you – or us – since he arrived here.”
Snape turned a thankful gaze to her. “And I will not insult you or your friends in a public forum. If I have an issue with one of them, I will address it with them in private. The same as any irritation you may cause me will be discussed and dealt with between us.”
“That sounds like you get to punish me if I don't follow your stupid rules!” Harry complained stubbornly.
The hidden wings under Snape's cloak seemed to be flapping as he fought to control his anger. Finally they settled, and the noise he had tried to lock in his throat died down too. Looking at him, Harry trembled. He had pushed too far, he knew, and he had to really fight not to drop to his knees and bow his head in apology. Digging his nails into his palms, he suppressed his damned Veela tendencies and tried to hold onto his anger.
Turning to Hermione and Ron, Snape spoke, his voice frigid with controlled rage. “A boundary you will both need to observe is to ask no questions about our wings. Harry is close to fledging, and will need my help to learn how to control his wings when they grow. But, a Veela's wings are meant to be seen only by their Bond-Mate. I'm telling you this so that neither of you asks for something that will cause great offence. Asking to see my wings is even more intimate than requesting to see my genitalia. Believe me when I say that only Harry will ever see my wings. And should he show his to you now that he knows what it means, I will be very angry with him. Please, ensure he does not cross this Veela boundary.”
Hermione nodded.
Shocked that his friend was growing to sprout wings, Ron asked a question, “Why is Harry suddenly growing wings now, when he never did before?”
Interested too, Harry stopped trying to resist the urge to apologise for his rudeness and listened to the response.
“My wings fledged – that is, the smaller wings came through that a Veela gains first so that they can learn control and how to function with wings before their full size ones grow – when I realised Harry was my Bond-Mate. None of you realised that I was in agony during your first feast at Hogwarts as my wings were forcing their way out. Luckily I always wear black so the blood wasn't noticeable. When, this morning, I awoke to find my wings full size, I knew it was time to claim Harry.
“Harry is beginning to fledge as he recognises he has a Bond-Mate. But, until he accepts it, he will not develop full size wings.”
“You keep saying he has to accept it, you mean more than just saying he agrees, don't you?”
“Yes.” Snape gave a heated look at Harry. “He has already acknowledged my half of the claim, even if he now renounces it. But he has to make a claim of his own and mean it with his entire soul for our Bond to be complete. As he is resisting so much, he will not have the joy of simply gaining full size wings to instruct him about when is the right time. He will have to convince his human side to Bond with me.”
“You talk about Bonding and claiming, but you've never said anything about love.” Hermione frowned at Snape, uncomfortable with this topic with this particular teacher, but needing to know if the man did care for her friend, or if it was more instinctual and something that had once again been done to Harry against his will.
“Veela do not speak of love. When you marry, there will always be the option to end it, should you so wish it. Veela do not have that choice. Harry is my Bond-Mate, and I am his. That means we are exactly what the other man needs. To speak of love when you have one person you are truly designed to be with is unnecessary. But if it would make it easier for him to Bond with me, I imagine that what I feel approximates to the human emotion of love.”
Harry recognised how utterly surreal it was to be sitting at the large kitchen table at Grimmauld Place, discussing Snape being in love with him. A part he would never acknowledge fluttered at the idea of being loved so completely, but that was the Veela in him. The human still chafed against the restrictions placed upon him by what Snape had done, and by how he had allowed the other man to claim him.
“What would have happened,” he asked quietly, “if I had refused you upstairs?”
Severus cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “I think we should discuss that in private. The coupling that is part of our Bonding is hardly an appropriate topic for public consumption.”
Suddenly looking revolted, Ron piped up, “Mum always said Veela could have off spring. I never thought much of it cos I always figured she meant a male-female pairing, but was she on about you two? Could you have children?”
Eyes wide with horror, Harry turned a betrayed face to Severus. “Can we?!” he asked, “Have you got me pregnant without my knowledge?!”
The hawk-like screech he gave at the end of his questions made Hermione and Ron shudder. They were both shocked at the sight of Snape slipping to his knees and pressing his head to the cold stone floor at Harry's feet. Snape made no movement, merely kneeling at his Bond-Mate's shoes. For a long moment there was silence before Harry stretched out a shaking hand and bent down to stroke the black hair obscuring Severus' face.
The two humans watched as Harry cawed gently and stroked Snape, encouraging him to get up. The two Veela stood and stared into one another's eyes, both admiring the flecks mixed in with the natural colour – Snape's were flecked with light blue; Harry's had dark green flecks that looked almost black in his emerald eyes – finally Harry rubbed his face against Snape's chest, making a chirruping noise. Severus chirruped as well and gave a relieved sigh.
“I forgot you would not know that we could have a family,” Snape said, not making a verbal apology for his mistake. After all, there was no need, both he and Harry had fully understood the depth of Severus' regret and sorrow for not disclosing that fact.
Unsure if she should ask, Hermione spoke, “Er, professor, I don't want to offend you, but what just happened? Can you tell us?”
Severus had slid an arm onto Harry's back and was rubbing the hard nodules he could feel on the shoulder blades, knowing how close Harry was to fledging, how close he was to becoming Veela. “Harry rebuked me for failing to tell him something so important. I apologised, and he forgave me.”
Under his touch, Harry's lips parted, and what sounded like bird song issued from his mouth. Ron stared like the world had gone mental, watching his friend relax by having a professor touch him, and seem to enjoy it.
“Veela, as I'm sure you're aware, have a strong component of bird within them. That's why we have wings, and why we communicate with one another using a language that sounds so similar to bird cries. Harry's screech,” Severus paused, remembering how he had felt hearing that noise, “was a warning that he was very angry with me, which is why I knelt at his feet. With Veela, our instinct tells us how to behave. His cry told me how to behave to make reparations. Luckily, he accepted and his chirruping was him telling me that he was still annoyed, but he forgave me my lapse.”
“And the bird song?” Hermione asked, seeing the flush on Harry's cheeks and somewhat embarrassed by the idea that she already knew the answer.
Snape removed his hand from Harry, as though suddenly aware of what he had been doing and the sounds Harry had been making. “A personal noise, that I would need to be alone with Harry to explore.”
Blushing at the clear implication that it meant Harry was aroused, Hermione chewed her lower lip and nodded.
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