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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe. I only play with the characters for my own amusement; which all I'm getting out of the writing of this story. So dance puppets, dance!

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Harry sat with his friends after dinner and worked on the essay. “Dumbledore said I really need to get that memory from Slughorn, but I don’t see how,” he frowned. “I approached him the same way Tom Riddle did, and now he’s avoiding me. Not to mention I have a million other things on my mind.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Harry, you can’t just outright ask him. You said yourself Dumbledore wanted you to let Slughorn ‘collect’ you. The man needs to be charmed.”

“Apparently I’m not very good at charming.”

“And it’s going to be harder now because you pushed it.”

Moments after Seamus had gone up to bed there was a loud crack and a house-elf appeared in front of them, holding a dragonhide-bound book. She gave a little bow and held the book out for Harry. “Mimi was told to give this to Master Harry,” she squeaked before disappearing again.

Hermione snatched the book right out of Harry’s hand. “This looks expensive and worn,” she mumbled as she ran her fingertips over the cover before opening it up. “And it’s from the personal library of James Potter.”

“Then it’s rightfully mine,” Harry grabbed it back. He read the title aloud: “Mastering the Elements by Jonah Hawkes.”

“But who sent it to you?” Ron wondered. “And why does everyone send you stuff anonymously?”

“I have an idea who sent this,” Harry grinned. “It looks like we’re not going to have to go to the library to finish our essays after all. The only thing I wonder is how he got it.”

“You mean Snape?” Ron’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a good question. If this book belonged to your dad, how did Snape get his slimy hands on it?”

“His hand aren’t slimy,” Harry snapped at his best friend. “They’re soft and warm and . . . .” Harry shook his head and said nothing more. “Anyway, it looks like he really does want to help.”

“Unless it’s a trap,” Hermione pointed out. “What lengths do you think he’d go to in order to gain Voldemort’s favor?”

Harry sighed. “I don’t know. If it’s a trick, it’s a very elaborate one. He would have had to anticipate Slughorn giving us that poisoned mead, then figured out a way to keep it from killing me. Then he would’ve had to be able to fake a seizure in front of Dumbledore at the exact same moment.”

Hermione still looked a little skeptical. “I didn’t find much about blood magic in the library. Everything I did find was in the Restricted Section. The only thing I found out about blood bindings is that they were fairly common in the Middle Ages. Married couples used to use them to protect each other in violent times, or when the husband was going on a dangerous quest. Two lives join and become one. It can’t be done between blood relatives.”

Harry nodded. “I guess that explains why my dad didn’t bind me to himself. I wish he could have.”

Ron gagged. “How did your dad stand doing . . . that . . . with Snape?”

Harry glared at Ron. “Will you stop? He’s not that bad. I mean, he’ll never grace the cover of Witch Weekly or anything, but he has character. Besides, looks aren’t all that matters.”

Ron shook his head and put his books away. “I’m going to bed.”

Harry glanced at the clock and decided it was time for him to turn in, too. He slipped under the covers and lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, a million different things going through his head at once. It was well into the early morning when sleep finally found him.

Harry found himself in a dark room lying on a mattress. He couldn’t see anything but the bed in the inky blackness. “Hello?” he called out, getting the distinct impression he wasn’t alone. Then suddenly Snape appeared right beside him, and Harry realized they were both completely nude.

Harry tried to move away, but it seemed he wasn’t completely in control of himself anymore. Snape looked just as confused as he did, but not as surprised. “Potter, what—”

Harry cut him off, his body moving forward without conscious thought and pressing up against Snape, their lips coming together like two magnets. Harry let out an involuntary moan as he ground himself against the other wizard. Every nerve in his body was alive and screaming for more contact.

Snape pulled away, looking at Harry with a very confused expression before backing away into the darkness. Harry chased after him, but Snape was nowhere to be found.

Harry’s eyes opened and he was back in his own bed, his heart pounding and his skin still tingling. He sat up and wiped a few beads of sweat off his forehead. Normally he dreamt about Voldemort. While this dream was much more pleasant, it was also scaring Harry a little.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but Harry knew there was no way he was getting back to sleep. He had to see Snape. Slipping quietly out of bed, he put on his slippers and got his Invisibility Cloak out of his trunk. It was a long walk down to the dungeons, and Harry’s knees were shaking when he finally reached the right door. He reached out and knocked, then waited.

The door opened minutes later to reveal Snape standing in the doorway in a white dressing gown. “Harry, it’s four in the morning. What are you doing up, much less out of bed?”

“It didn’t take you long to answer the door, so I could ask you the same thing.”

“Did you actually come down here for a reason, or do you just miss having detention?”

“I had a few more questions,” Harry answered. “And before you say anything, no, they couldn’t wait until morning.”

Snape stared down at him for several seconds. “Very well,” he sighed and motioned for Harry to follow him inside. “Why is it Potters always seem to have urgent matters they need to discuss with me in the middle of the night?”

Harry shrugged and took a seat on the couch. “This is about a dream I had. It wasn’t the usual kind of dream. You were in it.”

Snape crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “I see. What exactly was I doing in this dream?”

Harry’s cheeks flushed and he turned his gaze away from his teacher. “You weren’t really doing anything except running away from me. I was . . . it’s hard to explain.”

“You had a sex dream about me.”

“Sort of.” Harry’s voice cracked a little. “My body was acting all on its own! Is this because of the bond, too? Are there any other pleasant surprises you’d like to tell me about?”

“Do I look like a walking crystal ball?” Snape snapped, and he took a deep, calming breath. “Seeing as how I was woken by the same dream, it probably is because of the bond. Harry, we’re in a very unique situation. Up until now you’ve been blissfully ignorant of everything and have suffered no strange side effects. You were content to hate me, which left little room for anything else.”

“So I’m just thinking of you in a different way now?”

“Precisely. The bond was always used by married couples, so naturally they were drawn to one another. While you dreaded my presence, the compulsion to want to be near me was easily suppressed. It probably doesn’t help that our bond is incomplete.”

“Then let’s complete it.”

Snape shot Harry a glare. “Oh, Harry, you’ve made me go weak at the knees,” he grumbled sarcastically.

Harry glared back. “If it will fix the problem, then why not?”

Snape crossed the room and sank down on the other end of the couch. “Artificial love is not something I want or deserve.”

“What do you mean by artificial love? I’m not proposing marriage or anything like that.”

“Call me old-fashioned, but sex is a very intimate act. I will not engage in it with you just because you want these dreams to stop. That, and also because after the bond is complete you may love me against your will, sort of like an extremely potent love potion that never wears off. Is that what you want?”

Harry lowered his gaze to his lap and started fidgeting with his fingernails. “No. Is there another way to make it stop?”

“You could always learn to control yourself. These feelings of yours may go away on their own in time.”

“Oh.” Harry nodded. “I guess maybe that would be better. Are you having the same feelings?”

“No,” Snape answered quickly.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “You gave that answer awfully fast. You wouldn’t have watched over me all this time if you didn’t at least care. I’ve learned that much about you.”

“Caring and loving are two different things.”

“So you do care.”

Snape sighed in defeat. “Yes, Harry, I care about you. Satisfied?”

“Is it just because of my dad?”

“At first, maybe. Just like you, I’m not sure if it’s the bond, or if my feelings are genuine. Maybe they are genuine since they’ve lasted this long. Still, I wasn’t attracted to you in the least while you were a child.”

“What about now?”

“Harry, this is a very personal conversation, and much too involved to be hashed out before the sun rises.”

“It’s important!” Harry insisted. “Ever since I first came to this school I’ve been treated like a child who’s too stupid to know what’s going on. Then, when I do find something out, I’m only given half-truths. I need you to be honest with me. I need to know what’s going on here.”

Snape gave Harry a small smile, which looked very out of place on his face. “Yes, I can see that. Alright, fine—yes, I do find you attractive. There’s still no need to go rushing into anything. I’m your father’s age, so what would you want with me, anyway?”

“Honestly? You’re one of the few people in my life who actually cares. That night you agreed to do the ritual you did something selfless. Sometimes I think even Dumbledore has an ulterior motive.”

Snape chuckled and shook his head. “You’re smarter than I first gave you credit for.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “There is something he isn’t telling me, isn’t there?”

“I’m sure there are lots of things he’s not telling you. He may mean well most of the time, but your father and I had good reason to keep our relationship from him.”

“What isn’t he telling me?”

“You just worry about getting that memory from Slughorn. It actually is important. Let me worry about everything else.”

“Sir, I know I have to call you Professor with other people around, but can I call you by your name when it’s just us like this?”

Snape thought about it a moment. “I suppose so. It does seem kind of silly to be so formal with no one else around. Would you care to join me for a cup of chamomile tea?”

“Sure, Severus,” Harry answered, the name feeling very strange on his tongue. “I’m probably not going to be able to get back to sleep anyway.”
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