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Blood Bond	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 6: More than a Feeling

Harry could feel his heart in his throat steadily throbbing at the sight of Snape leaving the room. His decision made, he would have to live with the consequences of it for the rest of what little life he had left. It was certainly not easy to think that he had grown so emotionally attached to the feelings Snape gave him whenever the man was around, but he also knew better than to go against anything that Dumbledore thought would benefit in the battle against Voldemort. Harry's feelings of hatred ran even deeper for that man then any other feeling he had for any other person within the entire of the wizarding world.

He was suddenly pulled from thought when he heard a small chuckle resonate near his ear. Looking up, Harry was faced with Dumbledore's signature smile over half-mooned spectacles.

"So it's decided," Dumbledore said half to himself more than to anyone else in the room. Professor McGonagall accompanied him at his side, her face however emotionless. Something told Harry that she did not exactly approve of the events to follow.

"Yes, sir." Harry felt his heart throb in his chest as he looked over to Snape who as usual carried an indifference to the conversation as if it had nothing to do with him. Harry knew better then to try to figure out what the man was thinking as it would only cause headache…or heartache.

"Well then, the bonding shall take place tomorrow night. Professor McGonagall has been kind enough to offer her services as the witness to Harry. I shall act witness to Professor Snape," he said with a knowing smile. "The more intimate of the bonding will take place without witness, but must be done immediately following the magic twining. I expect that Professor Snape will explain this part as it may be quite a burden for me or Professor McGonagall to do so."

Harry took a quick glance for Snape hoping to see some form of assurance that he wouldn't have to figure things out on his own, but the man was turned away towards the window. He felt the pit of his stomach give out and his knees weaken. Somehow, he felt like he might be the only one who would feel the full weight of this decision. He couldn't really understand why Snape would one minute change into a beast of passion and in the next, the greasy git they all knew and loved. However, since he knew that he was attempting to bond with someone that absolutely hated him from the very core of his being, it wasn't to be helped.

Snape watched on as if only a bystander in this entire event. Life was truly a cruel series of events. Not only did he care very much that the boy had decided to bond with him, but despite his many attempts to feel miserable, he did not in the least. If he were to be truly honest with himself, he would even go to say he felt somewhat happy that Potter decided it so. No force in this world, however, would ever get him to admit that fact. He would take it to his grave and beyond.

When the conversation took a turn towards the subject of the evening, the finalization to the bonding, he turned towards the window to hide away the emotions crossing his face. Insufferable man! He knew that Dumbledore would leave the subject matter for him to deal with on his own. He wished at that moment to be anywhere but here. He would gladly service the Dark Lord then be the one to explain how the full bonding took place. Especially since each time he attempted to explain even a small matter to Potter, the boy would begin to daze and nothing made its way into the boy's thick skull. Why leave this task for him to fail horribly in? Dumbledore was definitely a sadist. This proved that theory more truth then exaggeration.

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly for the last time before he and Professor McGonagall left through the fireplace. It was the two of them on their own after the very interesting and uncomfortable subject. Harry fiddled with his fingers through sweaty palms. His eyes refused to move from their position on the floor. He didn't dare look at the man now standing too close for comfort. The room may have been large, but when he and Snape were alone in it together, it felt monumentally smaller.

He jerked when the clock on the mantel chimed the hour, forcing him to finally look at the man on the opposite side of the room. Snape seemed to be caught as well by the sudden sound disrupting the cold night air. Harry was suddenly made too aware at how often this situation led to trouble between them. He couldn't stop the heat that bled into his cheeks at the remembrance of their passion driven occurrences.

"Um," Harry began feeling as if he should say something to ease the obvious tension hovering in the air. He bit his lower lip in thought. What could he even say at this point? Everything between them up until now was a blur and more than a bit confusing.

Snape didn't seem to pay attention to him. He went over to the chair just adjacent to the fireplace and chose the book he had been reading the night before. Harry stood and bit his lip harder to keep from his outburst of uneasiness. He couldn't just bring it up. So instead of continuing, he simply sat down, unrolling a large parchment and began to write for his Defense Against the Dark Arts. Never was he so thankful for a distraction in homework.

After what seemed to be hours, the clock chimed the hour. Harry's eyes were drawn up and caught with Snape's gaze. Was Snape watching him? It seemed to catch Snape off guard as well since he abruptly stood from his seat and closed his book with just as much urgency. Placing it down, he removed himself from the room.

Harry's heart pounded hard against his chest. When had it started to beat so hard? He felt a bit lightheaded. The smell of musk and cinder-soot hung in the air where Snape had been sitting. Harry sat down in the chair and felt his head lull back in the fragrance that would definitely be his undoing. His vision danced, and his heart continued to hammer loudly against his chest. When had the man become so intoxicating? When had Harry wanted to be touched by the man's mouth with such urgency?

He felt ashamed, but not enough to pull him from his stupor. It was in that dream that he had missed the clearing of a very persistent throat. Harry was pulled out of his hazy dream into darkness and awkward tension. Snape stood near the chair, watching him.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

"Sorry sir. I … uh," Harry stumbled over his words. He was still fighting his heart and head. He couldn't help the slide of his tongue along his lips at that sweet smell that now was ever present. He had never felt less in control of his body. He pleaded with all of his reserves to get up and run to his room, but his legs wouldn't move.

Snape looked as if he too was now caught in the trap of it. Harry was suddenly made aware at how intimidating and utterly attractive the man was when he looked at him like a piece of meat that he was dying to taste. It was enough to send shivers coursing throughout his body.

"Sir…" Harry said as he stood, edging closer to him. His feet moved as if they had a mind of their own. He felt like his chest would burst open with how hard his heart was beating inside. Snape seemed to be fighting the urge to move forward. The man's fists clenched at his side as his eyes glared.

"Don't move Potter," Snape said more pleading then angry.

"I can't help it sir. " Harry pleaded internally with Snape to stop him—to push him away.

Harry reached Snape placing his hands against the man's chest and clutching the material there. His head fell forward and he pressed it against the hard chest in front of him. "Please…stop me."

Harry breathed heavily as his fingers twisted the material in their clutch as he fought with everything he had not to throw himself into the man. The smell was intoxicating though and every bit of his being was failing him. He trembled beneath the shadow of the man, his breathing now stuttering.

He felt fingers on his hips, driving nails into the skin through his shirt. He bit his lip as the pain ebbed at the desire, but only slightly. "Stop me…"

His head was forced up with a hand beneath his chin. Slender fingers wrapped around the thick of his neck and a mouth covered his own pressing hard into him. His breath was taken away as his neck was forced to the side. Snape's lips pressed against his jugular. He breathed in quickly as a sharp pain shot through him when Snape's fangs penetrated the skin.

The world spun and his body quivered as sensation after sensation licked his skin like a dance of fingertips trailing along his skin. He moaned as each sensation sent him spinning deeper into his desire. Harry was overcome with his passion for each sweet touch that sent his body reeling. He could feel Snape's mouth; feel Snape's body pressed roughly against his.

"Professor," Harry breathed as he ground his hips into the man. The man's tongue licked at his neck, closing the wound. In a moment, Harry's mouth was gathered up against Snape's and they continued to grind into each other.

Harry felt his climax nearing and without hesitation, he took hold of the man's hand pressing it to his covered swollen flesh. "Please."

Snape eyes seemed to snap into a fury as he thrust his hands beneath Harry's pants and grabbed roughly at his erection.

"Snape!" Harry called out as he came abruptly, sending electricity shooting down his body, weakening his legs.

Harry fell into darkness. The last he saw was the man's eyes gazing into his, a small smirk present on Snape's lips.

Harry startled awake. His body felt numb, and it took a moment for him to gather enough feeling to move his arms and legs. He looked at the ceiling, and then turned his head to the side. He was back in his room. The sun filtered through the glass paneled window as if heaven was trying to pierce through. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He felt as if he had just woken after a hundred years of slumber. He felt great and well-rested.

How had he gotten to his bed though? He remembered being with Snape. Harry felt heat return to his cheeks. The thought of what he had done; he had pleaded for Snape to stop him, and neither of them could resist the intoxicating feelings. This was enough to make him want to hide away and never come out.

"I see you have finally decided to wake up, Potter."

Snape stood in the doorway leering over at him as Harry stiffened just at the mere sound of the man's voice. Harry shut his eyes tightly and tried to calm his heart. When he opened his eyes, Snape was smirking in his direction. The blood filled his cheeks once more. Was that a smile? Or was Snape enjoying this a little too much?

"When you are quite done being modest Potter, you are expected in the Headmaster's office." Snape gave one more look that seemed to say, 'Don't even mention a word of what happened last night' and left the room.

Harry still lost in his own embarrassment, sat there for a few moments trying to gather his thoughts. He looked down and finally noticed that he was completely naked. He slapped his hands over his face and groaned. When in Merlin's beard had he taken his clothes off?

When he made to stand, he felt soreness in his behind that he quickly disregarded and quickly rushed into the shower to get ready for the day.

"Ah, Harry! Just who I was hoping to see," Dumbledore said with a huge smile that was ever present on his face each time Harry visited him. He offered Harry a lemon drop, but Harry politely declined.

"You wanted to see me sir?"

"Yes, yes. I was hoping to talk to you a bit more about the events to take place tonight. I assume that Snape had already explained the more intimate details as well as to help you prepare for them?" Dumbledore smiled again his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Uh, about that sir…Snape didn't really do or say anything after we all met last night," Harry said, his voice cracking a bit.

"Ah, I see. Well pray tell, my dear boy, what you do know of what is to take place." Dumbledore rested his chin on the tops of his hands.

Harry suddenly felt terribly uncomfortable. He bit his lip as he fiddled with his fingers in his nervousness. "Well I know you…um, have to…do that….and um, well that's about it sir."

Dumbledore chuckled lightly. "Yes, you do have to do…that, my boy. Now I suppose that Snape will help prepare you for that. I will not be able to help in that department I'm afraid. However, I can tell you that once it is done with, you will never be expected to do it again. Any ways, Professor McGonagall and I will be meeting you and Professor Snape right after dinner to do the bonding. If you for any reason feel the need to stop the bonding, or postpone it, please tell me so now."

Harry only thought for a moment. His body remembered too much of last night and at the thought of losing those feelings, he immediately shook his head.

"No sir. I want to do the bonding," Harry said with fierce eyes.

"Good, good. Well then, I will see you after dinner Harry."

"Yeah," Harry said as he got up and left the old man's office. Tonight was definitely going to be interesting.

The entire day, Harry couldn't concentrate. He continued to remember each small feeling of the night before and what was to come. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom quite often to calm down. Just at the mere memory, his body reacted in the most embarrassing ways.

During Potion's, Harry caught Snape staring at him every time he looked up. He would withdraw his eyes to keep the heat from returning to his face. How could Snape look at him so seriously? The man never showed one single emotion expressing anything that he felt. Harry had seen him in the most intimate of ways, yet the man kept his cool like never before when they were in public.

Harry felt a pang. Was everything they felt only because of the connection? Even though he should be glad that Snape didn't feel anything towards him, he still felt heaviness on his heart. The feeling wouldn't go away; it consumed him. He had remembered Snape saying that no matter what they did, they would always feel drawn. Why though did he feel so depressed when the thought of Snape feeling nothing towards him came to mind?

Harry focused on his potion making, but nothing seemed to penetrate his depression.

"Harry," Ron said shaking Harry's shoulders. "Class is done. We have to go."

Harry looked up. When had he sat in his desk? Looking around, he noticed everyone aside from Hermione and Ron were gone from the room. Even Snape was nowhere in sight. Harry couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips. What was he really hoping for? He hated Snape with a passion. Even so, he wanted Snape to be near him. He berated himself internally. If it weren't for all of this bonding nonsense, he would have been happily oblivious and miserable.

"You alright mate?"

"Fine," Harry said gathering up his items and walking from the room. He gazed back and closed his eyes tightly when he saw no one.

"Absolutely fine."

Evening came too quickly. Harry felt a tightening in his chest. No matter how many times he had told himself that he was glad that Snape felt nothing for him, he still felt miserable. Every feeling screamed at him, and he had even caught himself tearing up a few times. He was quick to wipe them away, but he was still mystified as to why it kept occurring. He convinced himself it was all due to the fact that in a short time, he would be forced to once more be taken over by his determination to be the 'savior of the wizarding world.'

Harry sat idly on his bed thinking quietly to himself. He heard a very loud clearing of someone's throat and looked up immediately to see the man himself…the man responsible for all of his confusing and uncontrollable feelings.

"Hello Professor," Harry said indifferently even though his voice cracked. His hands trembled and his heart stammered. He closed his eyes to the feelings now overcoming him. Why couldn't he slow his heart every time he saw the man now? Alone in his misery he would forever be. He found himself chuckling at his melodramatic thoughts. He was a Gryffindor; he was suppose to be without fear.

Despite all this, he still felt his heart stop when he heard Snape sigh.

"Honestly Potter, you look like a train wreck. Are you quite sure you want to do this?" Snape had his arms crossed against his chest. He looked tired and withdrawn as always. Somehow, it seemed different from the usual tired eyes the man carried around.

"Yes," Harry answered without hesitation. Snape's question clutch at his heart, and he felt the tears begin to well up. Not now. Please not now. He did all he could to keep them from falling, but against all of his pleas, they fell down. Once the tears began there was nothing to stop them. Harry was overtaken by sadness as the tears turned into hysterical waterfalls.

Harry was so consumed in it that he missed the pure astonishment that show on his professor's face. Harry had to cover his face with his hands to keep Snape from seeing the embarrassing display.

He gasped when he felt arms clutch him tightly into a hard chest. Harry cried harder when he felt the steady heartbeat of Snape's heart against his ear. It was so calming. He knew he had fallen…he had completely fallen for the man. He hated himself even more than before for it. He was in love with Snape. Completely and unwillingly in love with the stupid git of a man!

Before he knew it, the hysterical sobs turned into stuttered breaths. He had calmed down almost completely. Yet, he felt the man's arms even still holding him tightly. Was it because he had looked so pitiful? He was sure that Snape did it because of the connection, but his heart wanted to believe it to be an act of kindness. He hoped to be the only person to see this side. He hoped that he would know more of them.

There was no denying it—he was in love.

Harry pulled away finally even though he wanted to stay in those arms for the rest of the night if he could. He knew though that sooner or later, he would have to let go. He kept his eyes withdrawn. He didn't want to look. He didn't want to see Snape.

"Sorry," Harry said keeping his eyes downcast.

He felt Snape remove himself from near Harry and despite it all, he looked up to see that there was a distraught look about the man. Harry's eyes widened. Snape looked like he was in pain.

"Sir?"

"It's the connection Potter. When you feel something, I will feel it also. I can feel your sadness. I will immediately notify the Headmaster to cancel the bonding."
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