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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author’s Note: Darn auto-correct changing my words! I have so many ideas for this series! For one of my reviewers who anticipated that the series would end soon, I would like to comfort you by saying…no, not for a long while, so enjoy each of these chapters since there will be plenty more to come!

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Six

*HP*HP*HP*

When Harry awoke the next morning to a long night’s soothing rest, he was alone in the large king sized bed covered in emerald silk sheets. He rose, looking about the room but discovering the other in which he searched nowhere to be found. He began to let out a disappointed groan when he heard the rumbling of voices from below. Quickly dressing in a robe, he left the room and made his way towards them.

“I will curse you within an inch of your last breath, you bloody snake!”

“I highly doubt you could do anything close to it, mutt,” Severus’ cool voice remarked.

“Now, now, you two,” Harry heard the familiar rumbling of the Headmaster Dumbledore come from beyond. He hurried into the room where Sirius was staring murderously at Severus from below, his height making it impossible for him to seem intimidating.

“Ah Harry,” Dumbledore said walking quickly over to him and settling a hand on his shoulder. “Did you sleep well?”

Harry was too dumbfounded by the scene before him to answer the Headmaster’s calm question.

“Uh, what’s going on?”

Sirius had turned and advanced on Harry, clasping his shoulder rather harshly.

“Harry, what did this snake do to you?” His voice was low and venomous.

“What--,” Harry barely spoke out before Dumbledore was pressing a gentle hand to Sirius.

“Now Sirius, give the boy a chance to understand what he has just walked into,” Dumbledore said before turning to Harry with a knowing smile. Severus stood in the background with his arms tightly woven in front of his chest and eyes turned away from them. “It seems that Sirius came upon quite the scene just this morning when he came to call. He states he found you in a state of undress with our Professor Snape. Is that accurate?”

“More like he was unconscious while the snake held him captive,” Sirius barked. “The bloody pedophile took advantage of my god son in his vulnerable state, Albus!”

Severus scoffed, “I beg to differ.”

“Harry, would you be so kind as to explain your side of things?” Dumbledore had pulled Harry to the side and allowed him to sit in a chair near Severus who now gazed at him with a face that was unreadable.

“Oh,” Harry exasperated as Sirius came bounding towards him.

“He’s in a state of shock Albus! He was molested and now scared of that snake!” He pointed at Severus who said nothing but scoffed a silent ‘bloody mutt’ underneath his sneer.

“He didn’t,” Harry finally managed looking at Dumbledore. “I approached him!”

“How do you mean, Harry?” Albus Dumbledore regarded him with a soft smile. It seemed the man already knew what he was about to say.

“I mean, uh, that it was consensual…” Harry trailed off as Sirius’ gaze widened and his jaw nearly dropped from his face from the force in which it opened. “I initiated everything.”

“That’s,” Sirius choked out. “Not possible!”

“Not entirely,” Severus interjected. “I was the one to approach the boy first, Albus. I should be held responsible. Harry should not be punished for allowing it to transpire.”

“No one is to be punished, Severus,” Dumbledore said with a smile to him. “However, because it has complicated things, we will have to discuss the latter.”

Sirius was barely containing his rage as Dumbledore finished. Severus seemed to understand what the Headmaster had been referring to ‘the latter’ because he nodded and turned his eyes onto Harry. Sirius advanced on Harry and looked at him, hoping to find that he was, in fact, under some sort of spell.

“He’s done something to the boy,” Sirius said disbelieving. “There is no way…”

“I assure you,” Severus hissed. “I have given him only that in which will leave a sore backside, but nothing further.”

Sirius was on Severus, his wand pointed, but Severus was quicker and had his pressed against his godfather’s abdomen.

“You are a filthy excuse for an educator,” Sirius growled.

“A compliment from your lips, I assure you,” Severus sneered, his eyes pooling with rage.

Dumbledore waved his hand and their wands flew from them into his hands. “That will be enough.”

Green flames erupted from the fire hearth and Remus stumbled through, his eyes drawn wide as he looked upon the scene before him. Suddenly, he grabbed Sirius and pulled him away from Severus.

“Ah Remus,” Dumbledore said looking over to the werewolf. “You have impeccable timing. Sirius is in need of an escort. See that he returns to his hideout in tip top shape, my boy.”

“I’m not done with the Death Eater!” Sirius yelled, but Remus held him at bay.

“Of course, Headmaster, I will make sure he returns safely,” Remus said as he all but dragged Sirius towards the fire hearth. His eyes were saddened however as he looked over to Harry with a small nod. He was obviously not entirely too happy with the situation in which Harry had landed himself. When they disappeared within the green flames, Dumbledore was turning with a rather knowing smile.

“Now that we can speak freely, I must say that I am a bit more than surprised,” he looked over to Severus who bowed his head respectfully. When his eyes met Harry’s, however, there was a knowing twinkling within them as if it had been a plan he had concocted all the while. “All of this only in a matter of a week, simply astounding. I suspect that you two understand what you have risked by entering this relationship?”

“Entirely, Headmaster,” Severus said evenly.

“Uh yeah,” Harry said breathlessly.

“I suspect that Lucius Malfoy will be none too happy to hear of this but Harry has made his decision,” Dumbledore said gently. “As you have entered this relationship, I expect that you will be bonded before Harry is to return to Hogwarts?”

“Of course, Headmaster,” Severus said coolly.

“Bonded?” Harry asked unaware of what was really being said.

“Yes, my boy,” Dumbledore turned towards him with a small smile. “It is the only way in which I will allow this relationship to continue, if you seek to do so. There is an amendment to the student-teacher clause in which relationships are allowed only if the two are bonded. As the ministry is not as forgiving as I, it will have to be done within the next two weeks to make sure that you may continue at Hogwarts. There are quite a few advantages of this bonding in which I am sure that Professor Snape, or should I say Severus, will be most obliged to explain to you.”

“You are going to let us continue?” Harry said incredulously.

“Indeed,” Dumbledore said with another smile over half-mooned spectacles. “I will return when Severus and you have decided upon a day in which to bond. Until then, I hope that you will consider all of your options.”

He turned towards the floo and gave Severus a pat on his shoulder. “Take care of the boy, Severus.”

“I will, Headmaster,” Severus said with a smile tipping one side of his mouth. It took Harry aback to see it as the other left through green flames, leaving the two of them alone to think over the last fifteen minutes.

“Why did he bring up Malfoy?” Harry asked as he remembered the remark about Lucius Dumbledore made.

“Do not bother yourself with Malfoy,” Severus said as he walked over to Harry who was still seated in the arm chair. Hints of anger laced his words at the mere mention of Lucius. “That bloody dogfather of yours needs to be muzzled.”

“So much for keeping it quiet,” Harry said sarcastically, ignoring the man’s obvious hatred for his god father and receiving a look from Severus.

“The clause requires full disclosure to both the staff and ministry once the bond has been made,” Severus began in a rather authoritative voice. “My hope of keeping the relationship furtive is fruitless.”

“Ashamed to be in a relationship with the-Boy-Who-Lived, hm?” Harry could not help the sarcasm that dripped off every word, getting him another look from Severus. The man leaned over, hands clasping the arms of the chair, and putting his face inches from Harry’s.

“Should you not be the same as to be connected with ones most hated potion’s professor?”

“I could care less,” Harry stated stubbornly. “I am use to being talked about in all sorts of directions.”

“Indeed,” Severus said, keeping his face near Harry’s. Harry could feel stirs of arousal and couldn’t help but let his eyes stray to watch the man’s lips hopefully. The man’s lips drew up in a smirk. “Oh to be young.”

“I resent that fact,” Harry grumbled.

"You resent being young?” Severus said as his smirk grew.

“I resent you pointing it out like it’s something I should be ashamed of,” Harry said drawing his eyes away from the man.

“And you should not be?” Sarcasm once more laced the man’s words. Harry found his arms drawing across his chest in his fuming.

“Not if you want me to point out you being old and buggering this young wizard all of last night,” Harry said angrily.

“Oh, but I am,” Severus said rising up to look down on Harry. “Too much so to be involving myself with this child.”

Harry glared daggers up at the man, “Then why even bother?!”

Severus smirked once more and drew close to Harry as he had been before. “Did I not tell you? I am a fool, Harry.”

With that, the man kissed him heatedly, and Harry’s rage quickly dissolved away in the face of that impassioned kiss. Their tongues danced together for minutes before the man pulled away, leaving a very dazed Harry to lazily look at him.

“You should eat,” the man said once more calm in the face of lust. “I suspect the insufferable brats should be here soon.”

“Hm,” Harry mumbled up at the man.

“I truly wonder what I am doing with you, Mister Potter,” he said referring back to his usual state of address. “Mister Weasley and Misses Granger sent owl this morning of their visit.”

“Really?!” Harry said almost jumping out of his seat. “I should get dressed!”

Severus seemed to lighten at the sight of Harry’s obvious excitement. “Forgive me if I do not join you in your intolerable ramblings with your classmates. I will be in my study if you should need me.”

Harry watched the man leave idly wondering when he would get the chance to ask about bonding, but decided to focus on the first visit—first expected and welcomed visit since he arrived at Severus Snape’s residence.

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“I thought the house would be infested with ghosts and Snape to sleep somewhere underground in a coffin,” Ron said as he quickly looked over the main living room. Hermione sat next to him, nervously twisting her hands.

“Are you alright Harry?” she finally asked referring to the news they received about his new placement.

“I’m fine, ‘Mione.”

“Whoa, look at this! It’s got to be pure gold. It’s heavy!” Ron picked up a statue, almost dropping it by the sheer weight of it, and settled it back on the shelf. He grinned sheepishly over at Hermione who was wide-eyed. “I wasn’t expecting it to be that heavy, but it’s no big deal, just didn’t want to break it.”

Harry laughed as his friend sat next to Hermione and crossed his arms against his chest. It was nice to simply sit with his two friends like they often did at Hogwarts. He had missed them terribly.

“So what’s the greasy git been like?” Ron said scoffing. “Bet he’s been making you stay in your room.”

“He had,” Harry said smiling. “Not anymore though.”

“Mum says you can stay at the Burrow,” Ron said leaning over. “She said she’d talk to Dumbledore about it.”

“It’s okay,” Harry said a bit too quickly. His friends watched him incredulously, and he scratched his head suddenly nervous. He didn’t think to tell the two, but now that he was going to have to bond with Severus, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep it a secret and wanted them to know directly from him.

“Look,” Harry started but a voice interrupted.

“May I speak with you Mister Potter?” Severus stood in the door frame, and Harry sighed feeling suddenly hesitant. Ron and Hermione looked over to Severus, their faces showing a bit of surprise by the sudden request. Harry stood from his chair and nodded.

“Be right back,” he said to his friends as he followed Severus down the hall and into his study where he closed the door behind him.

“I expect you understand that they are not to know of our relationship,” Severus said keeping his eyes on Harry and demanding compliance.

“Why?” Harry suddenly felt the anger in his belly. “They are my best friends!”

“They are not to know,” Severus reiterated.

“Why bloody not?”

“I do not trust they will stay quiet over the matter,” Severus said coolly despite Harry’s growing rage.

Harry felt his stomach drop with the sudden accusation of his friends. Ron and Hermione had been there from the beginning despite all that he was faced with. If there were two individuals that deserved to know the most it was them, and he refused to accept that Severus had the last word when it came to things.

“You don’t know them,” Harry hissed. “So do not assume that they would.”

“We have to be cautious, Potter,” Severus said as he advanced on him. “Or we should stop this now.”

“So you’re using any means to get out of this relationship,” Harry said as his heart began to clench tightly. “I understand fully now what you’re doing. Fine, I’ll give you an out. Let’s end it.”

Harry turned on his heels and threw the door open. He stalked down the hall with his heart hammering in his chest with his rage. He could hear the two whispering in the living room as he made his way, but before he could reach the room, he was grabbed hard and slammed into the wall. Severus pressed against him, his eyes lit with fury. Harry was suddenly breathless watching his professor.

“Do not think it so easy to get out of this,” Severus hissed, his hand drawing Harry’s wrists above his head and holding them there. Harry gasped as the man’s lips pressed hard against his. His heart hammered against the other, and his legs weakened at the ferocity of the kiss. Then there was an audible gasp beyond them, and Severus pulled away along with Harry to look towards where it came.

Hermione was holding her mouth while Ron’s head peeked from around the corner. Both were incapacitated with the scene before them. For the second time that day, they had been seen in their passionate obliviousness. Severus righted himself and then removed himself from the room, slamming the door behind him to the study. Harry suddenly felt exposed and angry that Severus left him to explain the situation after just reiterating that he wasn’t to tell them. Well they knew now, and both looked expectantly at Harry for an explanation. He motioned for the living room and the two returned to it, slightly dazed by what they had just witnessed.

“W-what was that?” Ron stuttered out, his eyes still wide and mouth gaping afterwards.

“It’s what I was going to tell you before Severus called me out of the room,” Harry said with a resolved sigh.

“Severus,” Hermione repeated disbelieving. “Oh Harry!”

It looked as if Hermione was about to cry, and Ron looked like he may vomit.

“Look,” Harry started hoping that his friends would follow. “I don’t really know how it all started, but Sev—Professor Snape and I are in a relationship of … that kind.”

“With that bloody git!” Ron all but shouted. “Are you mad?!”

“Ronald,” Hermione finally said. “Harry must have his reasons.”

“I do,” Harry interjected when Ron made to shout again.

“But are you sure,” Hermione looked at him. “What if the Headmaster finds out?”

“He knows,” Harry said ignoring Ron’s stammering and pointing towards the hallway they had just come from.

“He knows,” Hermione once more repeated. “Then, he means to let you guys bond?”

“Yeah,” Harry said shakily. “That is if Severus doesn’t try to push me away after this.”

“B-b-bond…?!” Ron stammered.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione said clasping his hand. “I do not know what to say. I was surprised is all.”

“It’s okay, ‘Mione. I knew you would be,” Harry smiled at her.

“You can’t bond with that disgusting git, mate!” Ron finally coherently spoke his mind and was immediately slapped over the side of his head by Hermione. He rubbed his head and cringing after she had.

“Ronald Weasley! You are being rude,” she said in her motherly tone. “Harry has already had to deal with abusive relatives and he does not need you adding to it!”

“It’s okay ‘Mione,” Harry said smiling over to Ron. “I can’t believe it sometimes either, but here we are.”

Ron shut his mouth and eyed Harry. He then nodded in their unspoken dialogue. He understood that sometimes there wasn’t an explanation for why it was the way it was. Before they could get further into their conversation, the door was being pounded on and startled them out of their talk. Severus stormed down the hallway to the door.

“Who the Merlin is this now?! Am I to explain to everyone who knows him?!” Severus was grumbling under his breath as he threw open the door and Lucius stepped inside, his eyes blazing.

“You had the audacity to call me furtive, Severus! What is this I hear from Albus that you are to be bonding with Harry before he is to return to Hogwarts?!” Lucius was upon Severus who stood coolly against the other despite keeping his body stiffened against the intrusion.

“I hardly think I need to explain myself to you,” Severus said nonchalantly.

Ron and Hermione were once more wide-eyed as they watched the older wizards argue. Harry barely heard Hermione whisper over to him as he was mesmerized by the other two.

“Why is Lucius Malfoy here?”

“Beats me,” Harry managed to say as the two men were nose to nose.

“You have always wanted what I have,” Lucius said in spite.

“If I do remember correctly, was it not Harry who was fleeing with haste from your estate after you for the second time assaulted him?”

“The second time?” Hermione asked her wit always sharp.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered back and deciding not to elaborate.

“He was beginning to warm up to me!” Lucius growled.

“As I gathered from the fact that it was my bed in which he came to,” Severus said smirking. Harry felt his cheeks flush as Ron all but choked on his own tongue and Hermione gasped.

“He what?” Lucius also looked as if he too would choke on his own tongue.

“I had the boy twice just last night,” the man said as he crossed his arms but soon caught sight of all their onlookers and straightened. Harry stood his face livid and his hands clasped into fists.

“Bloody bastard!” Harry said as he stormed from the room and shut himself into his. He couldn’t see straight, his vision was white with rage and his body was trembling with the fury. He sat down on the bed trying to calm himself against the man’s words. The man had the audacity to demand he tell no one and then was gloating to Malfoy of how he had shagged him twice!

Soft knocking came at the door. “Harry, its Hermione.”

Harry sighed and rose from the bed. Walking over to the door, he opened it slightly and she snuck through having left Ron in the living room.

“Are you okay?” She pressed a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

“I just don’t know where he comes off telling those things to Lucius Malfoy!”

“It sounded like he was using it to brag,” Hermione said slightly grinning. “Never really believed Snape would have such a side to him.”

Harry scoffed but said nothing.

“Look,” she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and forced Harry to look at her. “Honestly, I do not like Snape, but from what I saw out there, he feels a great deal for you.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Harry said begging his friend to lighten his rage.

“For one, he kissed you publicly in the hallway even though he was aware we were a room away. Secondly, he gloating about having had you to Lucius Malfoy,” she laughed a bit when Harry scrunched his nose at the second part. “Believe me, it was no treat to have envisioned it, but it was slightly endearing that a man as indifferent and expressionless was getting heated over a little bit of Malfoy’s bantering.”

Harry rolled his eyes even despite his heart feeling a bit lighter at her deduction.

“Furthermore, I doubt he would have felt the need if he intended to end things with you, Harry. It really seems that he intends to bond,” Hermione’s eyes danced with an unbelievable amount of emotions. Harry smiled at her knowing that she was internally fighting herself despite her urgings to comfort him.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Harry whispered to her but was stopped when another series of knocks sounded at his door. He sighed deeply, and she nudged him with a knowing smile. He stood and went to the door to open it to the source of his torment.

“May I speak with you Mister Potter?” Severus said smoothly, respectful despite his obvious want to berate him. Patience was neither of their virtues. Harry was about to decline, but Hermione came from behind him.

“Of course he will, professor,” she moved passed them and gave Harry a reassuring squeeze on her way out the door before disappearing. Severus stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He seemed to be battling himself and that caused Harry to smile.

“I apologize for my behavior earlier,” Severus finally said almost monotone.

“The great Potion’s Master apologizing to a student what would people think?” Harry said sarcastically.

“No need to be impolite, Potter.”

“And now we’re down to ‘Potter’ I see,” Harry said angrily. “You can’t seem to make up your mind.”

“And what of you, Potter. Are your feelings so easily altered that you could engage in a relationship or discard me all together?” Severus was once more leering from above him, his height once more shadowing Harry.

“You were the one that gave me that ultimatum, so don’t hold me accountable for the fact that I called your bluff!” Harry stood defiantly to the other despite his need to cower. “Besides, it was you who gave away that we were in that kind of relationship and then went ahead on to tell Lucius Malfoy all about it!”

“As I do believe I apologized,” Severus said disdainfully. “However it seems you are not also to be held accountable for what has transpired. I do remember you imploring me to take responsibility.”

“Bloody bastard, twisting my words.”

“And you, Mister Potter, are not worth the effort,” Severus said giving him a look of disgust. Harry felt his stomach clench impossibly around the man’s words.

“Then don’t bother,” he said his throat tight around the tears that were threatening to come. His breathing became erratic. He hated this man but against his better judgment loved him as well. Severus watched him through blazing obsidian depths, but something passed over it at the sight of Harry’s trembling body. Harry was shaking in order to keep the tears from coming, but at no avail because as soon as a moment passed, the hot, salty tears came flowing from his eyes.

“Please just leave,” Harry said turning away from Severus and do his best to stop the tears that now freely streamed from his eyes. He was pulled hard against a chest and arms wrapped around him, tightly holding him in their embrace.

“I lack the ability to honestly express myself in words,” the man whispered just above him, obviously at odds with himself. “It seems my emotions have once more caused a dispute and again hurt you.”

Harry felt the comfort of the man’s embrace calm his rage slightly. “It’s just hard to believe that this is at all real. I keep waiting for you to decide you don’t want anything to do with me and return back to the way we were.”

“Do you want to bond, Harry?” Severus once more whisper into his ear causing a singe of electricity to surge through him.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“Do you understand what it would mean if we bonded?”

“It would mean I could be with you,” Harry said softly. “It would be the one thing I have chosen for myself.”

“Indeed,” the embrace loosened, but he was still held to the man. “However, it would mean that you would be able to choose no other. Once bonded, we would be together for the duration of our existence. Is that really what you want for your life? A sarcastic and miserable potion’s professor with a sordid past and the inability to say what he often feels?”

Harry turned within the man’s arms and gazed upon him thoughtfully. “Is that really all you believe yourself to be?”

“I am incapable of romance, Potter. I am incapable of love,” Severus said mutely.

“Not from what I have seen,” Harry said smiling now despite his previous anger. “Last night you were definitely capable of those things.”

“I cannot promise you will always be happy.”

“If I’m with you, I will be.” Harry pressed a small kiss to the man’s chin, and Severus’ arms momentarily tightened before he let out a deep, exasperated sigh.

“You may tell your insufferable friends,” Severus said causing Harry to laugh.

“I’m pretty sure they figured it out,” he pulled away chuckling. Severus smiled at him and nodded his head.

“Must have been the way you were watching me like a love sick werewolf,” Severus jested.

“Uh, or maybe you snogging me senseless in the hallway, or even when you declared having me in your bed twice in one evening.”

“Indeed,” Severus said chuckling himself. “One cannot forget how easily you submitted to me, eager for my touches.”

Harry felt the bite of arousal and did his best to shake it away, pulling away to distance the source of all the arousal. “I have guests to attend to.”

“If you speak of Weasley and Granger, they have already departed,” Severus moved closer to Harry, once more grabbing him and pulling him close. “For which I am certainly glad, I intend to keep you to this room for the rest of the evening.”

Harry’s breath caught as the man ghosted his lips over the flesh of his neck. A tongue snuck out to taste Harry before the man pulled away.

“Two weeks,” Severus’ silky voice penetrated his calm. “Until I will no longer be able to take you to my bed freely.”

Harry let out a gasp as Severus pulled him hard to him and devoured his mouth, using one hand to grasp his hair and pull his head backwards.

“Bloody hell,” Harry gasped as Severus suckled at the curve of his neck.

“My sentiments exactly,” Severus growled as he devoured more of Harry’s skin exposed to him. “I plan to spend the duration of this evening exposing every one of your sensitive points.”

Harry let out a moan as the man’s hands roamed his body, grasping ever so often. He had never believed that his potion’s professor would be quite the dirty talker, but the man almost always spoke and almost always it only did to arouse Harry further. Of course, it wasn’t often he would imagine himself bedded by his professor, but he would admit that the idea had appealed to him once during detention when his hormones were surging.

Harry was lifted and thrown to the bed, pressed down hard by the man he had been an array of emotions because of today. It was nice to lose himself in the man’s ministrations since the day had been a series of ups and downs.

However, since all day Severus had mind to be the one in power, Harry turned them over and pressed down the man’s shoulders having obviously caught Severus off guard by the man’s expression. Harry slid his hands shakily up the man’s shirt. Not having much experience with this type of thing, he was only mimicking what he could. Severus smirked upon realizing what Harry meant to do and merely put his hands behind his head to watch the boy struggle against the humiliation. Harry refused to be deterred as he pressed his lips to the man’s defined abdominal muscles, licking the flesh. He heard Severus groan and watched through half-lidded eyes as the man closed his own. Harry felt a smile at his lips as he traveled downwards; remembering the way Severus had done so to him. He struggled to get the man’s pants undone, cursing when it took a few moments to figure out. He heard Severus chuckle above him and sent a glare his way.

“No wonder you are incapable of accurately slicing ingredients with hands such as these,” Severus said obviously smug. Harry glared once more at the man as he finally undid the man’s trousers and yanked them down despite the urge to leave the man aroused and alone. He accepted the man’s challenge. Inexperienced yes, but what he lacked in experience he made up for in sheer enthusiasm. Harry felt suddenly modest when the man’s large erection pressed against the boxer-briefs covering them. The man was massive and it often felt intimidating he would be the smaller of the two but be the one trying to fit it all up his rear. He pulled the material of the band, exposing velvety flesh swollen with need. Pressing his lips to the head, he tasted the bitter, salty taste of the man’s pre-cum and pulled away to lick it from his lips. Gazing up, he caught sight of Severus who was watching him, lust spilling from charcoal orbs. Harry licked his lips once more and noticed the man’s eyes close to the sight. He smiled and once more focused his attention on the man’s swollen flesh. Licking the tip once more, he then brought the head into his mouth, teasing the tip once more with the swirl of his tongue.

“Merlin,” the man let out as Harry swallowed as much of the man as he could fit. Harry was pleased when he did not gag around the man’s enormous size and pulling away, he repeated the series of actions a few times before switching it to licking the underside of the man’s erection. Soon, he could hear the man groaning as fingers intertwined in his locked, gently guiding him to completion. When the man came, Harry swallowed everything that was offered, finding his own arousal in the taste.

Severus jerked him up and then slammed him, face down, hips up to the bed. He moaned as the man’s fingers penetrated him, twisting until they pressed against his prostate.

“Bugger!” He said slightly exasperated and in need of the man. He was not left waiting long as Severus pressed eagerly to him, penetrating only seconds afterwards and driving to the hilt. He pressed his hands to the bed and arched his low growl a bit more animalistic than usual.

“You do spout the most fascinating language when aggravated,” Severus said driving into him hard and then back out again.

“Severus!” he cried out as the man quickened within him. He continued to call the man’s name as he gradually came closer to ecstasy, hearing his own name whispered from the man’s lips as they came simultaneously.

Harry let out a long breath as he fell completely into the comfort of the bed and Severus moved to the side of him. He closed his eyes as he rode out his post-orgasmic high.

“I will owl the Headmaster tomorrow about bonding at the end of this week,” Severus said evenly. Harry tried to regain the pounding of his heart.

“End of the week?”

“Yes,” Severus said pulling Harry to him and wrapping an arm around Harry’s thin waist. “I plan to also make arrangements to have you moved to my personal quarters during the school year.”

“Is that even possible?” Harry said as he propped himself up on one arm.

“Bonding is comparable to marriage, Harry. You will be legally and magically bound to me.”

“Oh,” Harry said suddenly feeling the blush taint his cheeks. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Having second thoughts, Potter?” Severus did not hide the anger that floated within his eyes well, but Harry pressed a kiss to the man’s lips to silence those thoughts. He would say it until the man understood it.

“Not one bit,” he said lying flat on his back and looking towards the ceiling with a sheepish grin. “Are you?”

“Tying myself to an insufferable Gryffindor brat and the boy-who-lived? I must be under some sort of curse.”

“Infinitely cursed,” Harry laughed. “We must be masochists the way we seek out anything that might cause us headache.”

“I find myself unwillingly agreeing with that statement, Potter.”

“Harry,” Harry said with a smile to his counterpart. “Severus, we’re alone. You must call me Harry.”

“I have forgotten myself. My sincerest apologies, Harry,” Severus said feigning annoyance.

“I wonder what it’s going to be like going back to Hogwarts,” Harry said lazily as sleep beckoned him.

“You will most likely fail potions despite who you will be bonded to. You will be helpless against your intolerable outbursts, and I am sure you will be just as prone to detentions.”

Harry laughed heartily at the man never knowing that he was so prone to humor. It could be said that the two of them misjudged each other as sleep began to overcome his urge to continue the conversation.

“Something tells me that your dogfather will be coming round to aggravate me once he hears of the bond,” Severus said exasperated.

“I don’t expect he’ll just lie down and take it,” Harry said with a smirk.

“I despise the thought of it,” Severus said while chuckling slightly. “No matter how many times I have demanded that mutt heel, he always barks like some kind of rabid animal.”

“He just cares,” Harry said rolling to his side once more to take in the naked form of his older lover. The man regarded him for a moment before nodding.

“He is still not welcome,” Severus said seriously.

“After today, I doubt he’ll come over willingly.”

“Praise Merlin for that.”

Harry slipped beneath the cover of sleep, hearing Severus say good night and hold him close as he did.

To be continued…
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