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Against His Nature	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 84787 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CHAPTER 49 (Lost)

“Now lunch at the Burrow tomorrow.” Mrs. Weasley declared pointedly as she allowed Octavia to lead her from the library. Slowly as the afternoon had dragged on Harry had dutifully spoken to, sat with and answered questions of all his friends and family. It was exhausting and Harry had not been given a spare moment to see Snape in the constant stream of well wishes. Harry sat himself down tiredly on the chaise as Octavia escorted the last of the chattering Weasley clan from the library, leaving only Tonks, Remus, Draco and Snape left in the library.

“You look tired Harry; sorry we all needed to make sure you were okay.” Remus spoke calmly as he perched himself down on the chaise beside his best friends son. “You had me worried.” Lupin breathed out as he leaned in and hugged Harry tightly.

“Will you be okay here Harry? Remus and I were going to go back to Grimmauld Place tonight to continue the repairs.” Tonks smiled down at Harry who looked up calmly from Remus’ hug.

“But only if you’re okay though.” Remus confirmed as he glanced over to the window where Snape’s figure was still stood by the window, his back to the room. Harry was sure Snape had heard the implication in Lupin’s tone of voice and Harry sighed heavily at the wolf.

“I’ll be fine Remus.” Harry croaked watching as Snape’s shoulders stiffened marginally at his mates comment. With reluctant hugs and yet another confirmation that he would be attending the lunch with the Weasley’s at The Burrow tomorrow, both Tonks and Lupin left. Harry took a deep breath and winced painfully, the pain potion having worn off some time ago. In the silence Harry sat and stared at Snape’s turned back, nervous all of a sudden at what would come next. Sensing the tension Draco stood up from the armchair by the fire as he glanced between his godfather and Harry.

“I’m going to go fire call Hermione and tell her you’re okay. I’m glad you’re back Potter.” Draco smiled as he gave Harry a firm hug before glancing cautiously back at his godfather. “My rooms down the hall from yours if you need me.” Harry nodded understandingly as Draco patted him gently on the shoulder before scurrying out of the library and closing the door behind him.

The library was silent now and Harry slumped a little on the chaise and closed his eyes suddenly tired. Taking another painful breath Harry opened his eyes and glanced across at Snape. The vampire had turned around from the window, the sun now just setting behind him in the garden. Harry met Snape’s gaze once more and then watched as Snape’s cold, expressionless mask crumbled. Tears fell like rain down the man’s cheeks as he stared at his mate. It was the first genuine display of emotion Harry had ever seen in the elder wizard.

“Severus.” Harry got to his feet and strode confidently across the library floor, easily falling into Snape’s tight embrace. Harry felt Snape inhale deeply above him his face buried in the top of Harry’s hair as the boy snuggled into his chest. For a long time Harry merely stood in Snape’s presence allowing the elder wizard to simply hold him in comfort while he brought his emotions back under control. Harry knew Snape was a man of pride and he would not appreciate Harry drawing attention to his moment of weakness. As the sun finally set in the window behind them, Snape reluctantly loosened his hug on Harry’s person allowing the boy to draw back from him slightly. Harry cocked his head back and smiled up at Severus admiring the handsome features of his mate.

“I thought I’d lost you.” Snape whispered as he brought his hand up in an attempt to tame Harry’s unruly hair just as Octavia had done earlier.

“You should be so lucky, it takes a lot more to kill Harry Bloody Potter.” Harry croaked his voice finally cracking with overuse and his chest rattling in pain causing him to cough weakly. “Can we sit?” Harry pleaded. Having just remembered Harry’s situation Snape instantly snapped into action drawing Harry across the room back over to the chaise where he dutifully helped his young mate to lie down, a pillow under his head.

“Are you feeling okay? Has Octavia explained what happened?” Harry chuckled and nodded his assertion to Severus’ insistent questioning. “I’ll get you a drink.” Snape went to stand up from the chaise but Harry reached across and firmly took hold of the vampires’ hand, pulling him to a stop.

“I’d prefer a pain potion if you wouldn’t mind, my chest aches but I don’t want you to go.” Harry tightened his fingers around Snape’s and the vampire simply nodded and sat himself back down beside Harry on the chaise. Snape drew his wand from a side pocket on the band of his trousers and flicked it once with a muttered charm. With a crackle an ordinary looking house elf appeared before them nervously tugging his ears as he looked to the vampire as if it might get eaten.

“A pain potion for Mister Potter. Check with Master Octavius first as he may have one already prepared.” Snape was rather demanding and sharp to the elf and Harry frowned a little wondering why Snape was unusually terse with the creature. The elf pulled his ears and nodded its oversized head in understanding before disappearing from the library with a pop. When the elf had gone Harry went to question Snape’s terseness but was cut off as Snape supplied a reply to the unspoken question. “Please don’t lecture me on house elves Harry. Kringle has been in the service to Octavaius’ family for as long as I can remember and is quite insane. Were it not for his unyielding loyalty and ability to run the house Octavia would have gotten rid of him years ago. You need to be firm and precise with your instructions or the message gets lost in translation.” Harry chuckled and shook his head, amused that Snape knew him so well as to predict what he was going to question.

“Octavius said that Dumbledore is petitioning for you to have your family assets returned to you.” Harry was unsure why he felt nervous in Snape’s presence and struggled to find small talk in the silence of the library. Snape had made no move to address the tension between them and was merely staring at Harry as if he might suddenly disappear again.

“Yes. There is Snape manor in Ireland and a cottage in the south of France that belonged to my family which I am eager to have possession of. Along with several Gringotts vaults that were confiscated from my father in the early days of my families association with Riddle.” Snape’s comment was clipped and short not leaving any room for further discussion. Harry chewed his lip nervously as they fell into silence again, the awkward tension stretching between them as Snape continued to stare at him. After five minutes of staring and silence Harry could handle it no longer having never experienced such awkwardness between him and Snape before, even when they’d first been establishing their relationship.

“Um. Have I done something wrong? Why do you keep staring at me? Don’t you…….” Harry paused and went to pull his hand free of Snape’s suddenly feeling very much like he was being rejected. “…not want me anymore.” Harry finished his voice trailing off as his gaze fell to the floor not willing to meet Snape’s gaze. Harry had expected a different reaction when Snape had finally gotten him alone and he couldn’t help feel the disappointment begin to swell inside of him. Sensing Harry’s changing mood Snape immediately cursed himself for his stupidity and the insensitivity he’d shown towards the boy.

“No, nothing’s wrong Harry. I’m just worried you might be rethinking your decision to become my mate? You’re free now the war is over. I thought perhaps you would want to go back to your old life.” Snape trailed off as he gestured to Harry’s lavender eyes by way of explanation, watching carefully as Harry shook his head vehemently.

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything, not now. I was meant to be your mate or else I wouldn’t have survived the war.” Harry paused and chewed his lip nervously. “I can’t say I would have chosen you as the person I’d fall in love with but I know now I can’t live without you.”

“Love?” Snape raised a perfect eyebrow in Harry’s direction, a smirk quirking at the corner of his lips as he focused on the one word Harry had used. A rosy red blush crept into Harry’s cheeks as he lowered his gaze coyly away from Snape having never actually said the words.

“Trust you to find amusement in that. Harry Potter loves Severus Snape, there I said it.” Harry declared defiantly suddenly very nervous that Snape didn’t feel the same way about him. “You don’t have to say it back. I know this whole situation is just to ensure a convenient snack.” Harry looked away from Snape and was surprised when he felt Snape reach over and cup his face in his hands drawing the boy fully around so that he was forced to meet Snape’s gaze mere inches from his own.

“We past convenient snack a long time ago Harry, I thought I made myself clear the last time we had this discussion.” Harry closed his eyes automatically as he felt Snape flick his tongue softly across his lips, the ghost of the vampire’s breath against his cheek causing goosebumps to break out over his sensitive skin. “Besides was it not love, you would not be carrying my heir.” Snape whispered against Harry’s lips softly nibbling the flesh as he flicked his tongue teasingly against Harry’s.

“What!” It took a moment for Snape’s comment to sink into Harry’s lust filled thoughts but when it did his eyes sprang open in disbelieving shock.

“Enough, we’ll discuss it later. Now shut up and let me show you just how much I love you.” Snape cut Harry off once more as his mouth closed over Harry’s taking advantage of the boys shocked gasp to thrust his tongue into to warm wet cavern of the boy’s mouth. All rational thought left Harry’s mind as he focused on Snape’s expert attentions. The vampire was simply amazing and Harry melted into Snape’s arms. Never would anyone ever have believed Snape was such an expert at this considering the potions masters fearsome reputation among Hogwarts students. The very thought of how different his schooling career would have been had he known about Snape earlier made him laugh. Snape paused in his ministrations to look up at Harry from where he was currently divesting the boy of his trousers.

“Sorry just a thought.” Harry chuckled again as he reached down and brushed a stray stand of hair that had fallen free of Snape’s ribbon, away from his face.

“Care to share it?” Snape queried as he raised a curious eyebrow up at his lover.

“Not really it’s kind of pervy.” Harry muttered as a blush crept up into his cheeks. Snape’s smile turned deviant as he whispered a charm to remove the rest of the boy’s clothes, tired of undressing Harry by hand.

“More pervy then having your potions professor suck your brains out through your prick?” Snape’s voice deepened as he lowered himself down Harry’s body and flicked his tongue against Harry’s tip. Harry had quite forgotten that Snape was capable of reading his thoughts and already knew what he’d been thinking about.

“Nope.” Harry squeaked before he groaned as Snape engulfed his cock with one long suck.

Harry wasn’t sure how long he lasted but before he knew it he was cumming in thick tendrils down Snape’s throat. Harry’s hands tightened in Snape’s hair ruining the perfectly brushed silken locks, as he called out Severus’ name. Harry’s chest ached in pain but he ignored it as he felt himself being flipped over, his head resting on the pillows of the chaise and his hands being positioned to hold the arm of the chair as he knelt. Everywhere Snape touched felt as if it was on fire and Harry whimpered and mewled softly, desperate as Snape positioned himself and thrust inside his mate. Despite the pain Harry cried out in elation as he felt Snape’s unrestrained thrusts against him, the man’s fingers digging into his hips surely causing bruises on the pale skin. Unsurprisingly Snape lasted much longer than Harry had but it was with a cry of pure ecstasy that Snape finally came, pushing Harry over the edge once more as the heat flooded inside of him.

“Fuck.” Snape cursed against the side of Harry’s neck as the boy fell limp beneath him having clearly passed out, no doubt with a mixture of pain, exhaustion and pleasure. With a satisfied smirk Snape sat back on the chaise and gentle moved Harry’s limp naked body into a more comfortable position on the lounge. Snape let his gaze wander unashamedly over Harry’s supple youthful frame, allowing himself the luxury to drink in every inch of the boy’s body. “Beautiful.” Snape whispered beneath his breath as tucked his hair back behind his ears before flicking his tongue out over his pointed incisors. Lowering himself towards Harry’s exposed inner thigh Snape was intent on feeding but he paused mid bite when a familiar voice broke the silence of the library.

“Don’t even think about it, he and your child need every drop while he’s still healing.” Snape growled over his shoulder at Octavia. Octavia merely folded his arms across his chest and shook his head unmoved by Snape’s dominate display towards him. “Put your fangs away Severus, you know I’ll win.” Snape raised a dubious eyebrow in Octavia’s direction and for the briefest of moments Severus was sure Octavia questioned his own ability to live up to the threat, now that Snape had finally come into his own matured vampire talent.

“Really?” Snape poked in jest breaking the moment of tension between his mentor and himself. Octavia visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes at his charge as he crossed the library towards the liquor cabinet by the fire.

“Perhaps but let’s not test the theory. I’d rather not have a pissing competition over Harry, when you clearly know I am of no threat.” Octavia glanced over his shoulder at Snape who was carefully dressing himself again, uncaring of his mentor’s privy to his nakedness. Snape grabbed a blanket from another of the reading chairs and draped it carefully over Harry before joining his mentor by the fire and accepting the offered glass of whisky.

“I did bring him a pain potion but it seems you’ve found a much more inventive cure to the boy’s distress.” Octavia sat down in the plush velvet armchair by the fire gesturing for Snape to do the same. Obliging Snape sat and spared Harry a glance to see that he was still passed out before engaging his mentor in conversation. Over the past six weeks he’d talked to hardly anyone so consumed was he by Harry’s ongoing fight for his life in the bedroom upstairs. Now however Snape knew he had to face some of the things Octavia had brushed aside for him to save his and Harry’s privacy. “He fucks like a little minx by the way. I was quite enthralled by the sight.” Octavia waved his hand casually at Harry causing Snape to roll his eyes and sigh heavily. He had been far too enraptured by Harry to notice anyone who had stepped into the library.

“I’m glad I could oblige your fantasy.” Snape muttered coolly as he sipped at his whisky. He himself was not unaccustomed to an audience during intimate moments but he assumed Harry had neither the experience nor the desire to be watched when having sex.

“Indeed but I would advise checking him Severus. He needs time to process everything that has happened. Have you told him yet?” Octavia muttered as he sipped from his whisky carefully assessing Snape’s reaction to the question.

“Of course.” Snape snapped abruptly before trailing off as he realized that Octavia didn’t believe him. “In a manner of words.” Snape trailed off as he gulped a mouthful of whisky avoiding Octavia’s stern gaze.

“If you do not tell him, I will. He needs to be prepared for what is coming. It will not take long for the press to grab a hold of the information, what a front page that will make. ‘Harry Potter – The Boy Who Defeated Voldemort, pregnant and vampire.’ The damage control needed will be immense.” Octavia paused and watched as Snape sighed and nodded in reluctant acceptance. Despite isolating himself and Harry over the past six weeks, the public were now demanding an audience with The Boy Who Lived. Draco had played the role of unlikely hero well and had taken a lot of the publicity in the past six weeks. “The council is expecting you to re-take your families seat. We need to provide a united front if we are to change the wizarding worlds perceptions about our people.” Snape chewed his bottom lip in silent contemplation as he listened to Octavius’ accurate summation of the situation between the wizarding world and vampires.

“I don’t want him to be a pawn in this game Octavia, he deserves to be left in peace.” Octavia sighed at Snape’s declaration and nodded in quiet understanding.

“And he will be but we have to manage this situation carefully. If we play it right Harry might just be the link we need to make the wizarding world accept us. If the boy who lived can survive being a vampire’s mate then we will appear to be less of a threat. Arthur is working to ensure compliance but there will still be pockets of wizards that don’t accept us.” Snape shrugged his shoulders and finished off his whisky as he stood up quietly from the armchair.

“If I am going to accept the seat on the council, then I need to sort out my affairs. Will you watch over Harry for me while I’m gone?” Snape glanced over his shoulder at where Harry was still passed out on the chaise lounge, his breathing labored as he struggled with the pain in his chest.

“Of course.” Octavia finished his own drink and stood up beside Snape. “I’ll make sure he rests.” Silently Snape thanked his mentor before he turned and strode from the room, determined to sort out his affairs so that he could spend as much time with Harry as possible.

Octavia watched as Snape left before sighing heavily and walking quietly over to where Harry was lying on the lounge.

“I hope you’re ready for this rollercoaster Potter. He’s going to need you.” Brushing his hand gently over Harry’s forehead Octavia sighed before settling himself in the armchair to watch over his charge.
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