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Against His Nature	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 84789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CHAPTER 44 (Vampires Lore)
“Could you fit any more on that plate?” Harry inquired as he watched Draco return to the table with another plate full of food. Kaden had led them down to what Harry had assumed was the dining room. The pair of them had sat down at an empty table by the window so that they could look out at the falling snow and the wild spray of the ocean beyond. The muggle holiday makers could be seen wandering back and forth along the seafront and Harry wondered why anyone would choose to take a holiday to the beach in the middle of winter.
“I eat when I’m stressed. I’m worried about Hermione.” Draco began munching on the miniature pastries as he stared worriedly out at the world beyond the window. Harry too was worried about those they’d left behind and was very conscious of the vampires that wandered around them in the dining room. Unlike Draco Harry hadn’t missed the glances in their direction or the quiet conversations that were passing between the diners around them. Kaden had left them to eat alone but promised to be back as soon as he could. “Do you think they’re still alive?” Draco mumbled around a blueberry muffin as he turned back to Harry from his gaze out of the window.
“I don’t know. I keep telling myself I’ve done the right thing but look at us.” Harry gestured at Draco’s plate and then at the generally quiet population of the dining room. “We’re sitting here eating breakfast like we’re on fucking holiday. There should be more urgency or something.” Draco stopped eating and pushed his plate away from himself as he too looked around at the witches and wizards in the dining room.
“Yeah, it’s like they don’t even care.” Draco whispered his appetite lost as he looked around at the Vampires.
“Well fuck them, I’m going to find Severus and then like it or not we’re going back to London.” Harry gritted his teeth angrily as he went to get up from the table having eaten nothing himself. However before he could stand three figures came to a stop beside the table halting his progress. Both Harry and Draco looked up at the company.
“Hope you enjoyed breakfast?” Kaden smiled his beaming grin down at the two wizards unaware of the tension he’d just interrupted. “I thought you might like to meet some people who might have a little more information than me on the situation.” Draco smiled politely back but Harry’s attention was completely elsewhere.
“Sure.” Draco whispered his good manners spurring him to answer when it was clear Harry was not going to say anything. If Kaden noticed Harry’s inattention he didn’t mention it as he gestured to the tall brunette girl beside him.
“This is Claire. She’s Atilla’s youngest daughter.” Kaden introduced the young girl and Draco politely leaned across the table to shake her hand. She was perhaps in her mid 20’s and Draco could tell that she was intelligent just by the sparkle in her sea blue eyes. She was also very much a pureblooded vampire as she was practically humming with magic and the twin points of incisors flashed as she smiled. Again Harry didn’t acknowledge the girl and Draco smiled awkwardly at the trio as he went to kick Harry under the table for his rudeness. Despite the kick Harry’s attention had not wavered from what had captured it and it wasn’t until Kaden introduced the next person that Draco understood what had caught Harry’s attention so intensely. “And this is Darius. He’s Mortimer’s mate.” Draco again leaned across and shook the young man’s hand trying to not look at what Harry was blatantly and unashamedly staring at. Darius was tall like Claire but had long black hair with tips of red that was tied up nearly with ribbon at the base of his neck. He was similar in looks to Octavia with hard features, a five o’clock shadow and prominent nose.
And he was very, obviously pregnant.
“Umm,” Draco didn’t know what to say as Harry stared at Darius’ rounded stomach that unfortunately happened to be perfectly in Harry’s line of sight from his sitting position at the table. As the silence stretched it became awkward. Draco chewed his bottom lip nervously as Kaden, Claire and Darius all now stared down at Harry’s gawking, stunned expression.

“Wow, this is awkward.” Claire muttered finally breaking the silence and causing Draco to laugh in a nervous chuckle that sounded far too loud to his own ears in the now silent dining room. Whatever Harry was doing it had captured the entire attention of the dining room who was now staring at the group of five by the window. Darius however didn’t flinch under Harry’s obvious stare but Draco didn’t miss the flash of angry sapphire blue that crept into his gaze.
“Have I offended you Mr. Potter?” Darius finally spoke his arms coming up to fold protectively across his chest in a show of defiance. Harry didn’t reply and continued to stare at the young man’s protruding stomach. Draco having sensed impending doom surrounded by vampires who’d think nothing of eating him alive, now began to panic. Draco stood abruptly from the table causing all present to draw their wands. Uncaring of the wands pointed threateningly at him Draco spoke in hurry.
“He’s special in the head.” Draco rushed out as he pointed to Harry who only now was beginning to come to his senses. “I think its low blood sugar or something? Uncle Sev totally fucking ate him alive last night and blood was everywhere. Harry was all shaky and shit this morning. He might have brain damage or something.” Draco cringed inwardly at the verbal hemorrhage that flowed from his mouth as he tried desperately to back pedal the situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control. The magic in the room was oppressive and Draco had the sinking feeling that both he and Harry were about to be cursed into a puddle of goo. Harry having now realized the situation he was in began looking wildly for an escape route. However before either of them could flee a strong melodious voice broke the tension.
“Kaden, Claire it’s lovely to see you both.” Draco practically sighed with relief as Snape stepped up to the table his imposing presence in the room bringing the tension back down to normal. Harry’s eyes widened in fear as Snape turned his polite smile from Kaden and Claire to glare at him angrily for a few seconds before addressing Darius. “Darius.” Harry watched as Snape reached out and cupped the elder boy’s cheek with his open palm, his thumb running soothingly over the cheek in an almost intimate gesture. Darius closed his eyes and nuzzled against Snape’s hand before it was carefully drawn away. Draco looked carefully across at Harry having them both witnessed the display between the two vampires. “What my god son is so inarticulately trying to say…” Snape paused as Darius opened his eyes to reveal the sky blue gaze that all vampires shared. “Is that Harry is not accustomed to vampire lore and was somewhat surprised by your appearance.” Snape watched as Darius nodded in understanding a small smile breaking out onto his face as he glanced across at Harry.
“Oh. I didn’t realize. The tattoos are a traditional family thing. Do you like them?” Harry watched as Darius reached up and shifted his hair away from his neck to reveal the intricate tattoos that curled up his throat and into his hair line. In all honesty Harry hadn’t even seen the tattoos let alone the vampires face but knowing better than to embarrass Snape further he nodded with a mild smile. “The one on my arm is Mortimer’s gift to me. I got it last summer when I reached my majority. I confess I kind of like them though.” Darius rolled up the sleeve of his robe to show only parts of the beautiful tattoo on his arm. The gathered group nodded and offered their murmurs of approval.
“Well I am sure Harry is sorry if he caused any offense.” Snape glanced sideways at Harry who whispered another apology at Darius who merely smiled warmly and accepted it. “Perhaps the three of you would like to show Draco around. He is a great dueling partner if you’re looking for one Claire.” Draco raised a smooth eyebrow at Snape as the trio of young vampires turned their attention on him. “If you need me Harry and I will be in our room.” Snape smiled at Draco in warning and the blonde nodded in quiet understanding as he was swept up by the Vampires and escorted from the room. Their excited conversation about dueling techniques filtered out as they disappeared from view.
Taking a deep steadying breath Harry finally looked up at Snape, who was now standing with his arms folded angrily across his chest and staring down at Harry with a very familiar glare.
“You need to refocus your thoughts.” Snape’s voice was calm as he reached forward and tugged the reflection rock on the gold chain out from beneath Harry’s robes. Harry looked down at the stone and sighed heavily, the swirling colors a sure sign he’d lost control of his thoughts and had allowed a room full of vampires unchecked access to his thoughts. “Close your eyes, breathe deeply and focus on one thought. Just like Octavia taught you.” Snape coached Harry through the familiar process Octavia had taught him watching carefully as the younger wizard brought his thoughts under control. Closing his own eyes Snape tested Harry’s barriers in his mind and when he was satisfied that Harry was safe he sighed and softened his expression.
“Sorry.” Harry whispered quietly his gaze dropping to the floor. “It wasn’t the tattoos.” Harry trailed off as he felt Snape reach out and place a gentle hand under his chin.
“I know Harry, as does Darius.” Harry looked horrified up at Snape only now realizing what had happened. Darius had lied just as Snape had done. Harry felt his stomach turn uncomfortably as the light headedness he’d had earlier returned with vengeance. “Come. I don’t want to discuss this here.” Taking a firm hold of Harry’s waist Snape guided them both out of the dining room and upstairs to their room.
Once upstairs Harry couldn’t stand it any longer and no sooner had Snape let go of Harry’s waist the boy had stumbled into the bathroom to throw up. Darius’ predicament had shocked him to the core, had twisted everything Harry had been brought up knowing. Harry liked to think he had an open mind. He’d accepted being a wizard, he’d accept magic as part of his everyday life and he’d accepted the fact that he was probably in love with Severus Snape and that undoubtedly made him gay. However what he couldn’t come to terms with is that quite possibly in his near future he could be pregnant. Especially considering there was a war currently going on in which he had a rather large part to play.
Snape sighed as he took off his outer robe and listened to the retching of Harry in the bathroom. Snape knew he’d pushed it with Harry. He’d bent the truth and hidden key details of the vampire and mate relationship from the boy in the hopes the magical bond would ease the transition when these rather large details had finally emerged. This was not however going as Octavia might have suggested it would go. As the sound of Harry’s vomiting quietened down Snape moved over to the small wooden box of potions on the side table and removed two vials. With the vials in one hand Snape also grabbed the bottle of whisky and a small glass tumbler before moving into the bathroom.
Harry was lying on the floor beside the toilet his knees curled up into his chest and shivering on the cold tiles. Putting the whisky and the potion bottles down on the side of the bathtub, Snape flushed the toilet. He then moved back out into the bedroom and removed the quilt from the bed before returning to the bathroom. Rolling up his sleeves Snape sat down on the floor beside Harry and draped the quilt over the shiver boy. For a long time Severus sat in silence just watching and listening as Harry’s erratic breathing began to slow down. The boy had yet again dropped his barriers in his mind and Severus although tempted knew better than to just look into what his mate was thinking. Patiently Severus waited until at last Harry’s watery green gaze flickered open to glance up at him between the tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” Harry whispered his head swimming. Snape shrugged his shoulders silently as he reached gently over Harry and grabbed the whisky and glass off the edge of the bathtub. Harry watched as Snape poured a generous amount of whisky into the glass and took a swig from it before offering it to him.
“Sip it, you need the sugar.” Carefully Harry accepted the glass and sat up a little, his eyes closing against the dizziness as he sipped at the whisky. Harry had never been a drinker and he’d only ever drunk the few mouthfuls of whisky that Snape had offered him in the last few months. “I’m sorry about last night. I’m still learning things about myself too.” Snape watched as a little colour began to return to Harry’s face as the boy continued to sip the whisky. “Due to the inhibiting potion I never reached my own maturity as a vampire. When I stopped taking it this year my body and my magic was thrown into turmoil and has only in the last few weeks since I took you as my mate, begun to settle. It is partially why Octavia is still mentoring me.” Snape spoke calmly as he continued to monitor Harry’s health. The boy was looking better but far from normal.
“I like Octavia. He’s cute.” Harry whispered as he thought about Snape’s mentor. Snape huffed a small laugh as he caught the coy smile that tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips.
“I guess I deserved that.” Snape shook his head at Harry, knowing well he was being punished for his touch of Darius down in the dining room. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you Potter.” Harry had the good grace to blush as he dropped his gaze to the floor. The intimate gesture that had passed between Darius and Snape had triggered an emotion that Harry couldn’t quite explain. “Besides that touch was necessary to calm him down. A fully matured vampire riled is a dangerous thing, a hormonal one even more so.” Snape took the now empty glass from Harry’s hands and poured himself another as he handed Harry the two potions vials. Harry held the vials as he watched Snape’s steady hand uncork them both. “They’re an iron supplement and a pepper up potion.” Snape offered in explanation as Harry downed both potions without hesitation, a clear indication that he trusted his mate.
“I wasn’t prepared to see that.” Harry sighed and lowered his gaze once again as he handed the empty vials back to Snape. “I guess it should have clicked at some point, I mean what else does sex lead to.” Snape’s eyebrow rose a fraction and Harry knew that Snape was biting his tongue on a sarcastic reply.
“I’m guessing that Granger’s research didn’t cover this particular topic?” Thankfully Snape reigned in his sharp tongue and Harry was grateful as he shook his head in reply. Taking another sip of the whisky in the glass Snape took a moment to consider how to approach what he’d done his best to avoid with Harry since late summer. “It is not a forgone conclusion. Not every vampire and mate is able to conceive. Unlike wizarding couples we do not use fertility potions as it usually results in complications.” Snape paused and carefully measured Harry’s reaction to the new information he was being fed.
“There’s a potion for everything.” Harry whispered as he watched Snape roll his eyes, yet again trying to control his sarcasm.
“Not everything but most things.” Snape answered as he swilled the amber liquid around in his glass in contemplation. “A vampire’s fertility is based on a number of factors but most important is the connection between both parties magic, or talent as elder members refer to it as. The process is far more complicated and risky in same sex mates than it is in traditional relationships. Some vampire couples never conceive thus most pureblooded vampires are allowed to take several mates in their lifetime.” Snape finished off the whisky in the bottom of his glass before slowly rising from the floor. He was beginning to get cold and had stiffened where he’d sat on the floor, having himself not fully recovered from his own encounter with the Darklord. Sensing Severus’ need for comfort Harry dutifully stood up with the help of Snape’s hand and allowed himself to be guided out into the bedroom. Climbing up onto the bed Harry was pleased and relieved to see that the sheets had been replaced from last night by fresh, crisp white linen. “I’ll call for some lunch, you need to eat properly.” Snape flicked his wand in the general direction of the fireplace. The firecall was brief and Snape returned to sit beside Harry on the bed.
“Is that why Octavia has three mates?” Harry questioned as Snape relaxed back against the pillows his hair falling in a cascade around his face. Harry couldn’t help but stare once again quietly reminding himself that Snape had grown quite handsome during his detox from the inhibiting potion.
“My mentor has had the good fortune to find three mates, all of whom have been extremely fertile and have resulted in pureblooded heirs.” Snape screwed his nose up in mild irritation at Octavia’s good luck. His mentor had a reputation amongst the pureblooded families as a determined flirt. “But as he reminds me, one cannot find a mate if one is not looking. I believe Octavia looks constantly and from all over the world.” Harry smiled at the hint of jealousy and competition he heard in Snape’s tone of voice.
“Will you take other mates then?” It was an awkward question that Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to. When he’d imagined his future in wedded bliss he’d always assumed it would be just he and his ‘female’ partner. He had only just recently come to terms with wanting Snape, let along having to now share him with someone else. Snape glanced across at Harry to assess his expression. The boy was jealous yet again and Snape found himself quite amused that the bond between them had grown to such a point so quickly.
“Considering we are currently at war I think one mate is enough at present. However the council may be somewhat pissed if they find out that you are not fertile considering my mentors bold declaration earlier this morning.” Harry frowned at Snape who sighed heavily and shook his head as he remembered the lie that Octavia had seamlessly fed to the council of elder vampires that morning. “It is somewhat an expectation that a mentor will screen his charge’s potential mates. Particularly if said mate is a fledgling below the age of majority.”
“Screen?” Harry queried not entirely liking where the topic of conversation was heading.
“Sleep with.” Snape supplied calmly.
“I don’t want to sleep with Octavia.” Harry whispered somewhat horrified at what Snape had suggested.
“Music to my ears I assure you Harry.” Snape smiled crookedly across at Harry who blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment having unconsciously declared his loyalty to Snape’s attentions. The professor’s use of his first name was a treat Snape had not bestowed on Harry since they’d reached Blackpool and the very sound of his name in Snape’s voice sent shudders of excitement up Harry’s spine. “But don’t concern yourself with that. For some reason Octavia saw fit to lie to the council this morning, suggesting that he had already slept with you.” Again Snape glanced across at Harry the question very clearly etched on his face, even if he hadn’t verbalized it.
“No. He hasn’t touched me.” Harry quickly supplied the answer and was rewarded with a possessive hug, as Snape pulled him over to sit in his lap. Harry obligingly shifted to settle into Severus’ arms, his face pressed against the elder man’s chest and his head tucked safely beneath his chin.
“Good I don’t share.” Severus ground out softly and Harry smiled inwardly content with the answer. The pair sat quietly in the bed Snape’s arms loosely wrapped around Harry’s body as the boy drank in the warmth and scent that was purely Snape. It surprised Harry how much he’d grown accustomed to the vampire’s presence in his life and he wondered if it was their magic still mixing or something else that was drawing these emotions from within.
“Draco asked me if I was in love with you.” Harry trailed off as he pressed his face into Snape’s chest not willing to meet his elders gaze.
“And what was your reply?” At length Severus prompted Harry to continue as he watched the brown haired boy look slowly up at him. Snape gasped audibly in surprise as he watched Harry’s normally emerald eyes soften and change into a beautiful azure color.
“I think I do.” Harry whispered totally unaware of the change in his eyes or the fact that his body was practically humming with magic that certainly wasn’t his own.
Snape couldn’t have resisted the boy if he’d tried as he leant down and pressed his lips softly against Harry’s in a delicate soft kiss. Blocking out everything else but his mate, Harry deepened the kiss his hands roaming up to slide into Snape’s soft hair as the elder wizard laid them out on the bed. The kiss was fluid and seamless, Snape relinquishing his dominance and allowing Harry to explore his mouth with his tongue. They parted briefly for air and Harry gasped loudly and threw his head back against the bed as the intense wave of magic swept over him. Snape drew back a little and watched the boy’s face carefully as he rode out the sensation. When Harry opened his eyes again Snape was pleased to see the familiar emerald green returned to Harry’s eyes.
“Are you well enough for this?” Snape whispered against Harry’s stomach as he pushed up the boys red shirt and began sucking on his nipples. Harry nodded silently and twisted his hands into Snape’s hair as the man trailed kiss down his chest and stomach. With a whispered charm Snape divested Harry of the trousers and was pleased to find the boy hadn’t worn anything beneath. Snape continued the kisses down Harry’s abdomen; his lips ghost over Harry’s hardened cock before continuing on down to his inner thigh. The purple bruise and twin puncture marks in the junction between Harry’s leg and groin made Snape pause in his attention. He really had lost control last night and he was sure Harry wasn’t aware of just how close he might have come to death. Snape closed his eyes and sighed deeply he had to learn to control himself better if he was to take care of his mate.
“Severus?” Harry’s voice squeaked breathlessly as the boys hands fell away from Snape’s hair and he sat up on his elbows to look down at the potions professor. It was clear that Harry had thought he’d done something wrong as he waited to be told what.
“Nothing Harry.” Harry opened his mouth to protest but was cut short as Snape engulfed his cock with one long lick of his tongue.
For the next fifteen minutes the silence in the bedroom was only broken by Harry’s gasps of pleasure and cries of exasperation as Severus sucked the boy to the precipice time and time again, each time drawing him back from the edge without relief, only to begin the dance again. Finally Snape couldn’t contain himself and with a firm hand he rolled Harry over onto his knees and carefully positioned the boy’s hands on the edge of the headboard. Lost in pleasure Harry allowed himself to be manipulated into position, his brain only registering the firm touch of the smooth hands of his elder worshiping his body. Snape took a moment to prepare himself his hands gliding down the curve of Harry’s spine and hips before grasping the firm globes of the young boy’s pert backside.
“Say it.” Snape paused his cock pressed between the boys flesh.
“What?” Snape’s voice wavered as he tried to keep himself in control. Harry glanced back over his shoulder to meet the elder man’s gaze. Snape bit his own lip hard as he took in the swollen lips, messy hair and thoroughly debauched look on the boys desperate face.
“Say you love me too.” Harry breathed out raggedly his gaze hopelessly waiting for Snape to reply.
“This is what you need isn’t it?” Snape whispered as he leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s spine causing the boy to gasp as he nodded.
“I need to know this isn’t just some forced relationship, or convenient fuck because the Ministry changed the laws. I don’t trust these feelings. I keep thinking I’m being manipulated.” Harry breathed out finally putting voice to the niggling feelings he’d felt since Snape had first claimed him back in the owlery at Hogwarts. Sitting back Snape pulled Harry back to rest against his chest the boy shaking slightly.
“I admit I was cautious of this at first after what happened with your mother. I honestly thought I could ignore the fact you were clearly meant to be my mate.” Harry sighed as he felt Snape press soft gentle kisses against his neck where the purple bruises had blossomed after Snape’s last feeding. “But the time I’ve spent with you I’ve come realize you are truly something special. I am very lucky to have found you.” Harry smiled as tears streaked down his face. “And though I am not prone to this kind of romance, I believe I can make an exception just once.” Harry tilted his head to the side his gaze meeting that of Snape’s over his shoulder. “Harry, I love you too.” Snape whispered as Harry closed the gap between them, his lips capturing Snape’s in deeply passionate kiss.
Snape felt the change in Harry immediately as the boy melted into his arms and the kiss turned desperate. Gasping loudly Harry yet again allowed himself to be shifted into position. His head thrown back on Snape’s shoulder and his back arched as the elder wizard prepared his body. The smooth slide of Snape’s cock nestling into his puckered opening had Harry mewling in pleasure. Snape growled deep in his chest as he gripped Harry’s hips, pistoning himself back and forth into the familiar tight hole. Harry knew he was lost when he felt the sharp points of Snape’s teeth graze the back of his neck. Without even being touched Harry came all over the clean sheets Snape’s name crying from his lips. Snape drew back from Harry’s neck consciously biting his own lip as he continue to thrust with wild abandon into the wizard in his arms. Harry felt the elder wizard stiffen behind him before Snape let out a guttural groan as he shot his seed deep inside his mate. Harry shuddered from head to toe as the sensation of magic tingled up and down his spine robbing him of breath for a few brief seconds of bliss.
“Fuck.” Snape rasped out as he slid himself free of Harry and rolled over onto the untouched side of the bed. Harry remained where he was, his fists gripping the headboard of the bed and his head hung between his arms as he tried to calm his breathing. Out of all the times they’d had sex this was the first time Harry had actually felt like he wasn’t a whore. He felt loved, touched and completely secure under Snape’s masterful hands and powerful magic. It had also been the only time that Snape hadn’t fed from him during it. Snape stared at Harry for a long time enjoying listening to Harry’s labored breathing.
“Why did you feed?” Harry queried when he’d finally got his breathing under control and the rush of Snape’s magic mingling with his own finally began to calm.
“Because I took too much last night, you need recovery time.” Snape stretched as he felt Harry’s gaze sweep over his body. In their rush neither of them had managed to get fully undressed and both of them looked thoroughly ravished. “Plus I expect Octavia back soon with news from London. In the next few hours we may be fighting on the front line.”
“Shit.” Harry whispered as he lowered his gaze, his thoughts drawn firmly back to reality from the lust filled haze he’d been in a moment before.
“Quite.” Snape sat up and re-zipped his trousers before sitting up properly on the bed. “Come here we need to do this now before I forget.” Harry frowned in confusion as he watched Snape slowly roll up the sleeve of his shirt.
“Forget what?” Harry watched as Snape leant across to the side table where he’d left the bottle of whisky earlier. Snape uncorked the decanter and took a swill of the liquid before handing it over to Harry.
“Swill it around you mouth before you swallow.” Snape instructed and Harry did as he was told. Still in the dark about what Snape was doing. “I’ll open the artery, and then you lap at it. Don’t suck.” Harry’s eyes widened impossibly as he watched Snape left his own arm to his mouth, only now realizing what he was intending Harry to do.
“What!? No! I thought you said I wouldn’t inherit the blood lust.” Harry rushed out as he went to grab Snape’s arm preventing the vampire from piercing the skin on his forearm. Snape rolled his eyes and shook his head at Harry.
“You are not a pureblooded vampire Harry, so no, you will not inherit my blood lust. However you are still a fledgling unable to access the full potential of your own vampire talent. I need to be able to keep track of you when we are fighting the dark lord so I can help protect you. The only way I can do that with surety is through sharing blood. I have been able to access your magic since I first fed from you. It is usual for a mate to only be allowed to drink from their master once they have reached majority but considering the situation I need a way of allowing you to use my magic if you need it and this is the only way I know.” Harry nodded at Snape’s seriousness as he reluctantly let go of Snape’s arm.
“Ok,” Harry whispered as he watched Snape sigh knowing that the boy was opposed to the idea but willing to trust him none the less.
“Good. Now again lick, don’t suck.” Snape reiterated his instructions as he drew his forearm up to his mouth and pierced his own skin with the razor sharp incisors. Blood instantly pooled at the wound site and began to run down Snape’s pale arm as he gestured for Harry to come closer. Dutifully Harry did as he was bid and with prompting settled himself against Snape’s side. Drawing his now bleeding arm up to Harry’s lips, Snape watched carefully as the boy poked out his tongue and tentatively licked at the thin trail of blood. Harry shuddered at the taste and pulled away the metallic tang and bitter scent assaulting his senses. “More, I’ll tell you when to stop.” Snape drew his free arm up to the back of Harry’s head, guiding the boy back down to his arm. Closing his eyes Harry once again licked at the crimson fluid his tongue less hesitant this time as he lapped at the pin pricks. The taste was foul and Harry shuddered against Snape’s side as he continue to lick and swallow, trying very hard not to think about what he was doing. “Well done,” Snape drew his arm away from Harry satisfied they boy had ingested enough of his blood. Harry opened his eyes and watched as Snape drew his arm back up to his own mouth and lick the wounds with his tongue carefully sealing them again. Once he was sure he’d fixed himself up Snape leaned across and kissed Harry his tongue expertly cleaning up the smears of blood on the boys chin and lips before sliding inside to thoroughly ravish the boy. Breathless the pair drew apart and Harry opened his eyes to stare at the lust filled sapphire gaze of the vampire before him. “I know it’s not your thing but that was a big turn on. If I was 20 years younger I’d fuck you again right now.” Harry let out a surprised and shocked laugh completely stunned by Snape’s bold declaration.
“If you were 20 years younger I’d be kicking your arse right now for not telling me beforehand what you’ve just done.” Harry and Snape jumped apart as a familiar voice spoke up from the doorway. Harry heard Snape tut loudly as he got up from the bed and moved to pour himself a glass of water.
“But I’m not so the point is not up for discussion.” Snape supplied as he watched Octavia move into the room.
“True. So I brought lunch and we need to talk about what’s happening in London.” Behind Octavia trailed Draco. The young blonde was pushing a room service cart but it was not the cart that caught Harry’s attention. Instead it was the unfamiliar tall redheaded witch that followed them in that left Harry wondering what was going on.
A/N There you go, three tonight. I impress myself sometimes with how generous I can be....grrrr....better play nice with me.
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