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Working in Kind	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 14439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note: So for those of you that haven't quite noticed...my stories contain a mixture of romance, humor, and the huffy-puffy. As far as a magical storyline...I leave those to the diehard fan fiction writers haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters. All rights are reserved to J.K. Rowling and publishers. I am not profiting from this fan fiction.
Chapter Warning: Some for-shizzle drama...
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Working in Kind
Chapter Five – Betrayal
“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.” -William Blake
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That evening, Harry made his way to Severus' quarters; he was sure that Severus could talk some sense in Malfoy and if not, maybe help him to find a solution. He did have his life debt with Severus that he could call upon in a ditch effort. Just before he made it around the corner, he could hear voices in the midst of an argument. He stalled and listened for a moment, hearing two familiar voices that caused his heart to startle in his chest.
“I asked you merely to see if he was interested,” Malfoy spat. “You were aware that I intended to bond with him when I asked you to get close enough to reveal his preferences.”
“As I have,” Severus said coolly. “I was not aware of your coming, and I merely asked that you give me notice. However, you showed yourself with not even so much as an owl to say you were arriving. Draco, he had only started his job a few days ago.”
“I will have Harry Potter as my bonded,” Malfoy hissed. “I refuse to be lectured by you, Severus.”
Harry felt like his world was hazing about him, and he had to take deep breaths to keep the burn of tears from turning into a steady stream of them. It was the worst kind of betrayal. Harry had known from the moment Severus—no, Snape, had pursued him that there was something underhanded in his actions. Turning and all but running back to his rooms, Harry fought back all the sadness welling in his chest. It felt he was drowning in it.
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Harry nursed his drink in front of the fire. He chose alcohol this evening, a well-aged wine that had been gifted to him by the headmistress when he accepted the position. He was not particular about the taste, but he was in favor of the numbing qualities of getting sloshed would do for him.
Soft knocking came at his door disturbing his quiet drink. Knowing that it was probably one of the two persons in which he was desperate to avoid, he was slow to answer it. Steeling himself against the incredible burning in his chest, he pulled the door open enough to peer out.
Snape stood, his face impenetrable, but Harry no longer cared to know. He had been deceived by a great many faces of his Slytherin counterpart.
“Do you need something sir?” his voice was dry and monotone. He held the glass of wine in his hand while the other held the door open a crack.
“May I enter? I must speak with you about your discussion with Mister Malfoy earlier.”
“I would rather you not. No matter what discussion you and I have, sir, it will all be for none. He has called his life debt, and I have very little choice in the matter. Not to mention, was it not you in which he employed to seek out my preferences? Well now you and he know...I go for blokes and I am still very much a virgin. You have done your job well Snape.” Harry did not give the man an opportunity to speak. Leaving him to stand shocked by Harry's speech, he shut the door with a sound bang.
Stalking to the other side of the room, Harry set his wine glass down, accidentally with too much force and caused the glass to break in his hand. Blood dripped from his palm, but he gave it little attention as he sulked off to bed.
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When morning came, Harry was an empty shell. He wrote a quick reply to Hermione so she would not worry. He kept it vague and left out all the details of the previous few days. Hermione was pregnant and in the middle of planning her wedding, he would rather not ruin any of her happiness. If she and Ron were happy, then he was as well. It was enough.
Dressing in his teaching robes, he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast.

Upon arriving, he was forced to sit next to the person he was trying so hard to avoid. In times such as these, it made his job unbearable. Serving himself a little, he ate and ignored Snape's many attempts at conversation. It was slightly satisfying to see the man in a state of guilt. However, it did little for his current situation. He had an inkling that he would be seeing Malfoy again today. His inner Gryffindor was screaming for him to fight it – to find a way out. His heart, on the other hand, had been torn from his body and there was nothing left to fight for. He was not aware how hard he had fallen for Severus Snape, but the act of betrayal made it clear – he was in love with Snape and completely heartbroken.
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Malfoy wandered in at his free period, as he had expected him to. His cold icy-blue gaze was the last thing he wanted to see that day, but Harry regarded him with a defeated look. Hugging his books to him, he sat down on the surface of the desk.
“Come to whisk me away on your white horse, Malfoy.”
“Funny Potter,” he said coming forward. “Since you ran out on me the other day, I wanted to make sure there was no way you could today. I expect you understand what a life debt entails. You have no choice in the matter, and I have already received a preliminary approval.”
Well that was fast. “You really know how to woo your prospective bond mates, Malfoy...” Harry waved his hand in a dismissive way. “Why me? You, Draco Malfoy, I am sure could have your pick, or did you lose your avid fans after the war?”
Malfoy seemed to consider his words before he came closer and leaned in. “I would not bond with a lesser witch or wizard. I do not see why you would be so repulsed by the offer. I happen to know that I am better looking than any wizard you have ever known,” and oh so modest. “I have wealth and status even after the war. I would be more than happy to take care of your every need. I am told you have yet to experience much for yourself. I could teach you with great care, Potter. I do not mind your looks, and you are use to being in the papers. You are the perfect match.”
“Tell me the real reason, Malfoy.” Harry wasn't buying it. It was too sudden, and before this, Malfoy would have have licked his boot rather than be connected to him for a lifetime.
“If I am to inherit, I must be bonded by the end of the year. That was the stipulation. Thus, I have deemed it time to call upon our life debt. Now are you finished with your inquiries, I would rather get this over with as soon as possible.” Malfoy was easing into his usual self. It did not take long before the mask started to fall.
“I would rather die right here,” Harry said emphasizing his words. “Than be bonded to you for my lifetime.”
Malfoy was upon him, towering over him with his lanky body. Harry could not help but lean backwards on the desk that he sat. Malfoy easily followed him, pulling him towards him. Harry threw out his arms and pushed the taller man away from him with force.
“That is quite enough Draco,” a voice hissed. Harry caught sight of Snape stalking into the room and bodily dragging Malfoy from it. Pride swell but Harry quickly squashed it down. Snape had still betrayed him. No amount of rescuing would change that.
He followed the two out into the corridor and watched as Malfoy struggled within the man's tight grasp. It reminded Harry of a petulant child being carried off by their father. It was quite humorous, and despite himself, he found the chuckles rolling off his tongue. He pressed his fingers to his lips to stop the bubbling laughter.
The two disappeared around a corner, and Harry found himself letting out a deep breath before turning and heading back into the classroom. He was at his wit's end with all this nonsense. The Daily Prophet would have a field day knowing that two grown wizards had pursued the savior of the wizarding world, but for entirely misguided reasons.
Taking a seat back at his desk, he scribbled a few notes to himself before tucking away all the feelings of hurt, anger, and sadness that were drowning him and making his breaths come shallow and erratic. Harry was stronger than this -- strong enough to defeat Voldemort. He was strong enough to defeat the feelings of love burning deep in his belly.
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“It has come to my attention that Draco Malfoy has called upon a life debt to be repaid in a bond,” Minerva said from over her desk. Her eyes were grave, but she held her face firm and impassive. Her older and wiser eyes were measuring Harry's reaction. However, he merely nodded his head and remained nonchalant.
“It would seem so,” Harry replied in monotone. “He had only just visited me the other day.”
“How do you feel about all this Harry?” Her voice was betraying her overwhelming love she held for Harry with a tone that was soft and comforting as if he were her own child. It was a tone that almost made Harry give way to his emotions, but he could not and would not. Though, he must look bloody awful if she was reacting in such a way.
“Not much I can do about it.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he sipped at his tea. The slow burn in his chest became almost impossible as it spread through him. He knew if he continued to focus on it, it would cause him to let loose in a way he was not in favor of showing to his previous Head of House. “He had revealed that he had already received a preliminary approval, so I guess that settles it.”
Minerva's knowing eyes sparkled behind her spectacles. She leaned forward and put her chin to the tops of her hands. “Severus has brought it to my attention that he also has shared a life debt with you, Harry. He has suggested, since it seems he has been unable to discuss it with you, that you call upon it in order to make the bonding in which Mister Malfoy demands impossible.”
“I do not catch your trail of thought...” Harry started but she was quick to interrupt.
“Bond with Severus,” she said simply. “I assure you that he would be a much better alternative to Mister Malfoy. I do not trust that boy as far as I can throw him; however, Snape has served for a great many things and is anything if loyal. It may not be a bond of love, Harry, but he would never force you into circumstances that are not consensual.” He heard the hidden meaning of her words.
“I would beg to differ,” Harry said with a bitter taste in his mouth. “I fear that he has done a disservice to me in face of Malfoy. Regardless, either way, I will be bonding to someone in which I do not wish to. Forgive me, but I find either alternative to be unappealing.”
Minerva's face fell, and she leaned back into her chair looking slightly defeated. It was the first time in which she had shown such an action; it had Harry almost regretting his words – almost. The memory of Snape's betrayal caused another wave of heat and the vice like grip to his chest. He finished his tea and gave her a long look.
Smiling, he stood from his chair. “I appreciate your concern over the matter, but I will figure a way to deal with Malfoy's request. If not, I will just consent to the bonding and be done with it.”
Minerva looked like she was battling her own thoughts, but Harry gave her another smile and excused himself. If he stood there for much longer, he may give into his screaming and kicking Gryffindor inside. The internal fight was still raging within him as he made his way to his rooms.
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The loud knocking startled him once more from his return letter to Ron that had arrived an hour earlier. Cursing, he banished the splotched parchment and grudgingly made his way over to the door. No doubt it was another one of his rather persistent annoyances here to throw his head and body into a rage. Gripping the door nob much harder than his should, he violently threw it open and pointed his heated glare at the tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome, shite of a professor.
“As always,” Harry snarked. “Your visit is most welcome...come inside as I am sure you will stride right in without my consent otherwise.”
Snape did. He swooped inside like a bat that he was and perched himself on the couch in front of the fire. Harry slammed the door, sure that anyone within walking distance would hear it and jolt, before stalking to the man. He crossed his arms tightly against his chest and put his weight on his right leg. He knew he looked silly with anger, but the small part of him that may care was squashed by the angry, bubbling monster that he was.
“To what do I owe this great pleasure? Here to delve deeper into the boy-who-lived so that you can run along to your little Malfoy master and divulge all that you have learned?” Harry was literally spitting his rage. If he could breathe fire, he imagined he would with all of the nasty words oozing from his mouth like sludge.
“Sit down,” the other ordered. It was a demand that would have shaken Merlin himself and despite his courage, he sat without much hesitation. So much for holding out, but every part of his body was yearning for his tall Slytherin counterpart. Every nerve was searching for the potion-stained fingers' touch, begging for it like some wanton whore. Blasted hormones!
“I admit that the circumstances in which I first approached you were not of my own,” Severus stated with a firm and almost comforting tone. Harry made to interrupt him but he was cut off mid rage. “However, after our first evening together, I found myself seeking you out. I had entertained Draco's request out of my fondness for him, and my guilt towards his current state of circumstances, but I would have never imagined he would be willing to force you.”
Harry stopped the man, clasping his hands so tightly in the force of his rage he was sure it would draw blood. “How dare you! You did what you did for Malfoy and still have the audacity to come to me seeking my understanding...well you will not get a bloody thing from me Snape. You could have easily withdrawn after finding out my preferences, but even still...pursuing...” Oh bloody hell. His eyes were burning with unshed tears. His throat felt tight, and he was having a hard time getting his voice to sound as strong as it was in his head. “...you made me even after I thwarted your advances...and then...”
He could not speak anymore as the tears burst from his eyes and burned a path down his cheeks. He would not let the man see him cry! Turning, he tried to flee the room, but only making it as far as the door before he was pulled into a warm, tight embrace. He fought it with all of his strength, eventually pushing Snape from him with force. Pulling out his wand, he aimed it shakily at the man. Snape was watching him with eyes that were dancing with a mixture of emotion. Dark depths were pleading him, but he would not be deceived by them.
“Get. Out.” His punctuation of his words were whispered dangerously. He may not be strong enough to keep his voice steady and his tears at bay, but he was strong enough to throw the man from his room. Snape knew it and the measured gaze confirmed that the man was unwilling to find out just to what extent Harry's wrath was affecting him. Snape straightened and nodded his head.
“This is not over,” he warned through his own withheld emotions. “I will visit again. We have little time. You will be forced into a bond, and I will be unable to control myself if that were to happen.”
Snape fled the room, leaving a heaving, crying, and seething Harry behind him. Harry withdrew his wand, pocketing it, and then returning to his previous task. He set to write a response to Ron but found that he could not see anything through the steady stream of tears. Throwing the quill, he abandoned his task.
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The weekend approached with a visit from Malfoy. Harry was already well into his grading when the man strode into his office without so much as a knock or word of entry. The tall blond sat in the seat opposite of him and watched him with a proud gaze. Harry set his quill down, fearing he might make a mess of the student's essay if he did not otherwise. Heaving a deep breath, he focused his gaze on the other.
“Malfoy,” he said evenly. “Back again so soon?”
“You may believe that I was merely spouting nonsense Potter,” he spat. “However, I expect you understand that I am entirely serious in this matter. I do not require your consent, and thus, our bonding is to take place in two days.”
Harry sat back, clawing the arms of his chair. Before he could respond, however, Snape's voice came booming into the room.
“He is to bond with me,” was all that was said before the man swooped in and half-dragged Harry from his office. He could hear the many curses as Malfoy followed them in their leaving.
“What is the meaning of this Severus?!”
Still shell-shocked and a bit dizzy with the sudden locomotion, Harry could only lean into the man when Snape rounded on Malfoy. “Exactly what was stated, Draco. I have already laid claim to him before you demanded the bonding. I have spoken with the ministry, and it was agreed that our bonding and life debt outweighed that of your own.”
Malfoy was sputtering and then, he was throwing his hands in the air like some ninny. It was quite the sight as the younger Malfoy all but lost his cool composure in the face of Severus Snape. It almost made Harry wish he was in possession of a recording device so that he could lock it away as a keepsake for years to come.
Severus was smirking at his side and soon, Malfoy had calmed enough to get out a semi-coherent sentence.
“How...Why would you...”
“It is none of your concern,” Severus stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “You may set your sights on another because Harry Potter is to be my bonded. Dare to defy me boy, and I will make sure that your mother cries when she sees what I have done to you.”
It was a statement that forced the waving and erratic platinum blond man to all but halt in his movements. He stiffened and for minutes, he looked like he might die of fright – Harry certainly hoped he might. However, soon he was turning and fleeing like some child in face of their parent's rage. It left the two of them alone in the corridor.
Harry had barely registered any of the conversation until now, but once he had, he was pulling from the man's grip with a rage of his own. It felt as though lately he was always angry in the face of the dark-haired wizard. He pointed his gaze and demanded an answer with it.
Snape gave him a look before explaining, “I was able to convince a few members of the ministry that it would not be in their best interest to force the savior of the wizarding world into a bonding with Draco Malfoy considering his father is now locked away in Azkaban. My service to the Order gives me a little leverage when it comes to some of these particular members.”
“Which does not explain how you then became my intended instead?! Would that not be the same situation you were so gracious enough to rescue me from?” Harry was overflowing in his anger, but he was weak against the closeness of the man's body. Unintentionally, he was leaning toward it like metal to a magnet.
“Though it was not in their best interest, going against a life debt is nearly impossible as it is magically connected. Thus I suggested that instead you and I bond as a way of making a second bonding impossible. Whether or not you are in belief of it,” Snape said trailing his fingers along Harry's front and causing him to gasp against the sensations. “You are naturally drawn to me Harry. I have a theory that you and I already share a connection of sorts.”
It was hard for Harry to fight the touch. Everything inside his body was relinquishing his bodily control and begging for it; it was wanting more of it as if his life was dependent on it. Harry was forgetting his anger as soon as those fingers played across his hardening flesh hidden away by the material of his trousers. Despite being in public and a corridor that any one could travel no less, he was losing himself to the touch.
Snape's voice was in his ear, causing his body to perk with renewed arousal. “You need my touch, Harry. I am the only one who can derive such reactions.”
Sinful, devilish voice. It broke every bit of his willpower. His body was pushed against the other, molding together and wishing to be swallowed whole into the taller Slytherin, before his mouth was taken into a hot kiss that stole the very fight from him. He was moaning into it, rolling his tongue along the hot mass pillaging his mouth. For minutes, he let his mouth be taken. However, Snape pulled away quickly and looked down at him triumphantly.
“Our bonding,” the man's voice was low and seductive. “Will be taking place this evening with the headmistress.”
Harry watched him through the cloudy haze of pleasure. He registered the words and was suddenly a fit of stuttering words.
“W-what?! The h-headmistress?” he almost stumbled trying to get away.
“Yes, Harry,” Snape said with a nonchalance that renewed Harry's anger.
“I never consented!”
“You will,” the confidence in the man's voice was unmatched. “I will see you promptly at seven. Do not be late, Harry, or I will see to it that you are punished accordingly.”
The involuntary series of shivers that wracked his body at the suggestive manner of Snape's words had Harry momentarily stalled in his speech. After regaining his composure, he straightened against the arrogant man before him.
“I did not consent, Severus.” His voice was dangerously low.
“Perhaps I can spare a moment to show you otherwise...” Snape stepped forward, causing Harry to step backward and meet the stone wall behind him. Suddenly aware that if this continued there would be more than a possibility someone may stumble upon their little...situation, he nodded his head. “I will be there...but I have not consented. You hear me? I am only going to speak with the headmistress about this.”
“To be sure,” Snape said smiling. It was a gorgeous smile that had goose-flesh erupting on every surface of his body and the hot, forgotten arousal in his trousers to jerk in attention. He hugged his body against the wall to keep his hands from reaching out to grab the smug potion's professor in front of him.
However, Snape gave another look before heading down the corridor and leaving Harry to contemplate his new but just as difficult situation. He was able to dodge out of Malfoy's advances and demands, but now he was running headlong into Snape's which did not seem to be much of a step up by any means. Although, his body would argue otherwise.
He pushed himself off the wall and almost ran down the corridor. Snape was an opponent unlike anyone he had ever faced; something inside him knew he would lose, but he was determined to fight until the end.
End Note: I would like to just give a big ol' hug to all my reviewers...you guys seriously make writing these easy and quick. I am just as eager to get my ideas to paper...or computer rather so I can share them with you. By the way, I am pretty sure that Sevvy is the most sexy beast in this story. I imagine there will be much more smexy stuff to come...
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