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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 was barely aware of two strong arms picking him up off the couch and carrying him to bed. He was tucked in, and a larger warm body settled in beside him. Some part of Harry knew he shouldn’t be there, but he felt so comfortable and safe. He didn’t want to move, and made no effort to.

When he opened his eyes again he was alone in a strange bed. Sunlight poured through green curtains and lit the small bedroom. Severus came through the door wearing nothing but a red towel. When he saw Harry he froze for a moment before walking over to the dresser. “Harry, you’re finally awake.”

“Yeah. What time is it?” He couldn’t help but stare as Severus grabbed some clothes out of the closet. His hair was damp and his bare skin glistened in the sunlight. Severus was deceptively well built, with broad, muscular shoulders and a well-defined chest.

“It’s nearly nine. We slept in.”

Harry stretched and sat up. “I can’t remember the last time I slept so well, but I don’t have any of my things down here.”

“I’ve had your robes brought down already,” Severus said as he moved to leave the room, probably to get dressed in the bathroom. “They’re on my desk.”

“Oh, well, then I’ll just . . . .” Harry hurried out to the other room and grabbed his robes and then slipped into the bathroom to change. The air in the little room was hot and steamy and smelled faintly of citrus. Harry’s cheeks flushed a little when he thought of Severus taking a bath in the tub only moments ago.

When he emerged Severus was seated at a little table in front of a tray a food. “You might as well join me for breakfast.”

Harry sat in the other chair and filled a plate with scrambled eggs and fruit slices. He had to admit it was nice to sit down to a quiet breakfast. “Why didn’t you wake me when I fell asleep?” he asked, buttering a slice of toast.

Severus shrugged. “You looked peaceful. You’re actually not so bad to be around when you’re unconscious. Just don’t go making a habit of it. Stay in your own bed unless it actually is an emergency.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “I just . . . well, can you blame me for being a little bothered?”

“I suppose not. This is new for both of us. I may just have to wring Draco’s neck.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “So it was Draco who put the poison in the bottle? I knew it! He’s trying to kill Dumbledore, isn’t he?”

“Just never you mind. That is for me to worry about. Hurry up and finish your breakfast. What class are you supposed to be in right now?”

“Transfiguration.”

“Mimi!” Severus called out.

The house-elf appeared with a crack and bowed. “Yes, Master Snape?”

“Bring me Harry’s Transfiguration book, then clean this up.”

The elf disappeared again. “Is she yours?” Harry asked. “I’m only wondering because she’s the one who delivered that book to me.”

“Yes, she belongs to me. I inherited her. She works here at the castle during the school year.”

“Isn’t that a little dangerous?”

“Why?”

“Well, I assume you got her from the same place you got that book.”

“Assumptions are generally dangerous, but in this case you are correct. However, there is no danger of Dumbledore getting any information from her. I gave her orders to not tell him anything regarding her former master. Do you really think I wouldn’t already have thought of that?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean . . . I am curious about one thing: how did you get the book and the elf?”

“I told you, I inherited her. Your father left me quite a few things in his will. Actually, I put many things in storage.”

“Really?” Harry’s face lit up. “I’ve always wondered what happened to their things. Do you think there might be one or two things—ones you’re not interested in, I mean—that I could have as keepsakes?”

“Maybe I can arrange that.”

They both jumped when Mimi reappeared, holding Harry’s school bag out to him. “Mimi brought everything Master Harry will need.”

“Thanks, Mimi.” Harry took his bag.

“Come on, Harry.” Severus motioned for him to get up. “You need to get to class.”

Harry followed Severus out into the empty hall. He had to practically run to keep up with the elder wizard’s brisk pace. They ran into Dumbledore at the top of the stairs.

“Harry, there you are!” Dumbledore looked relieved. “Your friend Ron said you weren’t in your bed this morning. What were you doing down there?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” Severus answered coldly, and with a look at Harry that indicated he should follow, he continued on his way.

Harry gave Dumbledore an apologetic look and hurried after Severus. He didn’t know what was going on, but he figured it probably wasn’t a good idea to pry. Severus opened the Transfiguration classroom door and Harry slipped inside. “Potter, there you are.” McGonagall, like Dumbledore, looked relieved to see him.

“He was doing something for me,” Severus mumbled, and he left with no further explanation.

Harry took his seat beside his friends. Both of them gave him funny looks, but they had to wait to have their curiosity satisfied. “Don’t worry, my virtue is intact,” he assured them after class.

“Then what were you doing with him?” Ron asked.

“I had one of my nightmares again and I couldn’t get back to sleep,” Harry explained. “Lately Snape’s been easier to find than Dumbledore. I fell asleep on his couch and he left me there,” Harry lied. “Then we slept in because we were both up half the night.”

“I was worried when I woke up and your bed was empty,” Ron said as they walked. “I don’t think it’s natural how quick you’re taking to him.”

“It probably isn’t,” Harry admitted. “But the more I learn about him . . . he’s not the evil git I used to think he was.”

Ron snorted. “Over Christmas you were trying to get us to believe he was plotting something with Malfoy.”

Harry frowned and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I know, but I wasn’t completely wrong. Snape practically admitted Malfoy was behind everything.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly what did he say?”

“He was talking about how both of us were in a new and awkward situation, and then he said he might have to wring Malfoy’s neck. I asked him what he meant by that, but he told me to let him worry about Malfoy. He said I need to concentrate on getting that memory from Slughorn.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you!” Hermione cried, a little frustrated.

“I know. I still can’t help but wonder what Draco is up to, but I guess you’re both right.” Hermione sighed, but didn’t say anything else on the matter. “Did you sign up for those extra Apparition lessons?” Harry asked Ron.

“Yeah, but I don’t really see the point in it.”

“Just relax and concentrate and you’ll do fine,” Harry assured him.

Harry walked down to the front gate with his friends that Sunday morning, still trying to reassure Ron about the Apparition lessons.

“Have you figured out how to get that memory yet?” Hermione asked.

“Nope,” Harry sighed. “Slughorn avoids me like the plague now. I’m starting to think it’s hopeless.”

“Don’t you start now,” Hermione frowned. “Now that you’re not obsessed with Malfoy you can focus on coming up with an idea.”

“I’ll try,” Harry promised. He waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione and headed to Severus’ room. He’d been doing a lot of thinking, and maybe his feelings for Severus were only because of the bond, but it was better than nothing. Besides, they both deserved to not be alone.

He knocked on the door. Severus opened it but didn’t look pleased to see him. “What is it now? I told you I didn’t want this to become a habit.”

“I know you did, but I’ve decided something,” Harry said. Severus scowled at him for a moment, then stepped aside and grudgingly allowed Harry to enter.

“Oh? Do tell.” Severus glanced up and down the corridor before shutting the door behind Harry.

As soon as the door was closed Harry lunged forward and pressed his lips to Severus’, who roughly shoved him back. “Potter, are you out of your bloody mind?” he shouted. “We’ve discussed this.”

“You said you wanted me to put more thought into it, and I have. You’re intelligent and loyal, and you can be very caring when you want to be. You’ve watched out for me ever since I came to Hogwarts, only I was too blind to see it until now. What else do I need to know?”

“Harry, this is serious business.”

“I understand all that. I’m sure I want to do this. I know about the bond now, and I want to embrace it.”

Severus was quiet for a moment. “And afterward?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I know things will be complicated while I’m still a student, but we can work something out, can’t we?”

“You mean you actually want to be with me, age difference and all?”

“Yes,” Harry insisted. “I used to think about Ginny all the time, but lately I’ve been thinking about you. I’m still not sure whether my feelings are genuine, but they’re there. I feel them. I don’t really understand exactly what’s happening, but I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

“You do realize you can’t tell Dumbledore. Just like with your father, I’m going to want this kept secret. That also means no special treatment in class.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I’m after. Look, we’re in the middle of a war. I don’t want to wait and then, later, wonder what-if.”

“Harry, things are very complicated. You may feel differently in a few weeks.”

“No, I won’t. If you’re referring to something you and Dumbledore have planned, I trust both of you completely.”

Severus shook his head. “This is insane.”

Harry grinned. “At least we can be insane together.”

“Give me a moment,” Severus said as he headed into the bedroom. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll do it right.”

Severus disappeared into his bedroom, leaving Harry alone. Harry wandered over to the bookshelf and started looking at the books. His stomach was in knots, but he was sure he was doing the right thing. This was one of the few things he had control over. If he ended up regretting it, well, then at least he’d taken a chance.

He jumped when the bedroom door creaked opened. “All right, Harry, I’m ready for you.”

Harry could feel his heart pounding as he followed Severus into the bedroom. The bed had been pulled into the center of the room and four white pillar candles had been placed on the floor, one on each side. Severus turned to him, the elder wizard’s expression unreadable. “Harry James Potter, do you solemnly swear that you enter this sacred space of your own free will, knowing full well what is expected of you?”

“Yes,” Harry nodded. As soon as he spoke the words, goosebumps rose on his skin. Something in the air changed, though Harry couldn’t quite tell what. He swallowed hard and looked to Severus for some direction.

Severus was unbuttoning his robes. “This will be much easier without your clothes on.”

“Oh, right,” Harry mumbled as he, too, started getting undressed. The air felt surprisingly warm, but he was still shivering. All the breath left his lungs when Severus’ robes dropped to the floor, leaving him completely exposed.

“Are you still sure this is what you want?” Severus asked, letting his eyes roam over Harry’s body.

“I’m sure,” Harry insisted. “How are we going to . . . ?”

Severus gave him a soft smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this easy on you.” Harry watched as Severus crawled onto the bed and motioned for Harry to join him.

Harry tentatively stepped forward and crawled onto the bed and lay next to Severus, reaching out to run his hand up Severus’ chest before leaning in to press their lips together in a tender kiss. Severus responded, wrapping both arms around Harry and pulling him in a little closer.

Harry’s instincts seemed to take over, and he moved a little lower to nip the hollow of Severus’ throat, causing the Potions Master to purr with pleasure. Harry grinned inwardly and let his lips explore every inch of the delicious pale skin. When he felt Severus’ arousal press against his belly he reached down to stroke it with his free hand.

Severus’ groan echoed off the stone walls and his body stiffened. He pushed Harry back and reached for a bottle of sweet-smelling oil. His hand lovingly caressed Harry’s cheek for a moment before he poured a little oil into his hands. One hand grasped Harry’s cock and began to stroke it while the other reached for a nipple and pinched it gently.

Harry cried out, his hips pressing into the hand that gripped him. He’d pleasured himself before, but being touched by another was absolutely mind-blowing. It didn’t take long for his cock to stand at full attention. Severus put a pillow under his hips and lay back with his legs spread, giving Harry an open invitation. “Take your time, but don’t be afraid of hurting me,” Severus instructed.

Harry awkwardly moved himself into position, his hands trembling slightly. This was it, his last chance to turn back. Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward. At first it didn’t seem like he was going to fit, but then the ring of muscle gave way and Harry’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

“That’s it,” Severus hissed. Harry kept pushing into the tight, wet heat until their hips were pressed together. He leaned in for another kiss and then started rocking his hips. Severus closed his eyes and arched his back, making a soft grunting noise.

Harry gasped for breath, his heart pounding in his ears. Minutes later he felt Severus clamp around him, and it quickly sent him over the edge. He let out a strangled cry as he came, then his body went limp. He whimpered and rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. “I was lousy, wasn’t I?”

Severus took a few seconds to catch his breath. “Oh, Harry, it was your first time. Of course you were lousy.”

Harry grumbled and turned away, causing the elder wizard to chuckle and tenderly kiss the side of Harry’s neck. “Everyone is lousy their first time. You get better with practice.”

Harry rolled onto his back again and looked down at Severus’ erection. He grabbed it and started stroking, twisting his hand and rubbing his thumb over the tip. Severus gasped and his hips rose to meet Harry’s hand. Harry watched as Severus’ chest rose and fell sharply with each breath, an occasional moan escaping his lips. Harry didn’t stop until Severus’ body tensed up and hot white goo dribbled out all over his hand. “Was that good?” Harry asked.

“Very,” Severus purred, his lips curling into a smile.

“I don’t feel any different,” Harry commented.

“Did you expect to?”

“Well, yeah, kind of. I mean, I feel happy and relaxed, but that’s it.”

Severus shook his head. “You have so much to learn. Just promise me one thing: you’ll keep your promise to trust me, no matter what.”

“Why wouldn’t I keep that promise?” Harry asked, suddenly feeling a little unsettled.

“Just promise me. Swear it.”

“Okay, I swear. What now?”

“We lie here for a little while, then you’re going to clean up and go back to your common room before your friends return.”

“I’m still allowed to tell them, right?”

“Yes, Harry, but no one else.”

“As long as I get to tell someone,” Harry said as he nuzzled closer.
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