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New Beginnings	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: To all those that reviewed, I love you *muah* I know a lot of you are frustrated with all the other characters wanting to get between Snape and Harry. I promise that this chapter will make up for that (tenfold). I would also like to apologize to those of you whom believe my Harry is a little too mild-mannered. The story just wrote him that way, I guess. Thanks for reading anyway!
Warning: Scenes in this chapter may cause side effects like uncontrollable smiling, bouts of happy sighing, and overly-sweet induced nosebleeds.
Chapter Six
*
When morning came, Harry was still awake, angry, and wallowing in self-pity. He forced himself to get ready; they were going to be required to help retrieve the children from Hogwarts Express. He locked away yesterday’s memories in a tight little box in his mind, choosing not to dwell on the first day of school.
Dressing in his teaching robes, he left out of the painting to his quarters and made impact with a hard body. He recoiled, ready to fight whomever it was, but was suddenly looking at the man’s face he most wanted and most feared seeing. Severus Snape.
“Harry,” the other greeted in a low voice that spoke of his irritation, “you kept me waiting last evening. Care to elaborate on the reason for it?” Harry swallowed around the sudden dryness of his throat.
Memories of yesterday started to run through his mind, causing him to momentarily falter and bite his lip to keep it from trembling. Snape’s eyes watched him, melting from its mildly irritated glow to a flaming rage that made Harry want to cringe backwards in fear – Snape was incredibly intimidating when angry. “Draco,” Snape hissed as he pulled Harry towards him.
“I…” Harry started breathlessly. “I didn’t want…you have to believe that I didn’t want him to…”
Snape pulled Harry towards him, disregarding that they were still very much in public, and wrapped him firmly into an embrace. “This was by no means your doing, Harry. Your reactions, as infuriating as they were, were simply that -- reactions. However, I am disappointed that you did not come to me and instead forced me to infiltrate your mind for an answer. I will not apologize for impeding on your privacy. Still, I am at fault here. I suspected that Draco might attempt this in some way or another.”
“What?” Harry asked looking up from the other wizard’s chest. The embrace was calming him, easing his heart in a way that only Snape could. “What do you mean, Severus?”
Snape pulled away from the embrace, only after pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s temple however. “It is nothing for you to concern yourself over. Minerva is expecting us, but be assured that I will personally deal with Draco.”
*
Severus wanted to hold Potter, cover his lips with his own and denounce anything that Draco did the day before. He had suspected Draco; the boy had seemed too eager to come in place of a few choice representatives after discovering Potter was to be a professor at Hogwarts.
Severus knew about the boy’s sexual tendencies and knew from the days of their student years that he had a few fantasies about the-Boy-Who-Lived, but Severus had associated them with teenage hormones.
It was more so a Malfoy tendency than a Draco tendency. Malfoys enjoyed domination and in its most powerful form – they enjoyed dominating those of great power and influence. Lucius had, on many occasions, sought to dominate Severus but was never able to accomplish the task of it. Severus was far superior in both power and influence, and the Malfoys knew it. It was the reason that when Draco manifested similar tastes to his father, Severus made it very clear should he even so much as attempt to do so to Severus, he would punish the boy unlike any other had done before him.
Draco had never attempted to. Severus had been relieved with the reprieve from the Malfoy affections. However, when Draco had inquired after Potter’s coming to Hogwarts, Severus had wondered if the boy may be looking for his next target. He thought nothing of it as he had, at that time, cared very little for Potter, their correspondence having been the only connection since the boy graduated.
Now, Severus was regretting having ever underestimated the Malfoy persistence. It would be imperative that he make it clear to Draco, and anyone who came after him, that Potter was his and only his. Anyone who argued or attempted otherwise would be on the receiving end of his wrath. Severus may hold a special place for Draco, having watched the boy grow from infancy, but he would not hesitate to hex the boy into a blubbering, cowering mess of a child should he attempt anything again with his Potter again.
*
Harry felt moderately better as they made their way to the Hogwarts Express. Snape had kept to his side, never allowing anyone to even so much as stand near Harry since their embrace in the corridor. It made Harry feel safe, though it was mildly irritating since he felt like he was quite capable of caring for himself. Regardless, there was a comfort in knowing that Snape was intending to make sure Harry never felt uneasy, and Harry was thankful for it.
Very few people in his life had been so caring and protective. He had grown up all those years with blood-relatives that should have been the ones to do those things, but instead treated him like he didn’t matter. After the war, Harry was faced with the reality of those that truly cared as opposed to those who were merely concerned because of his fame. It had made him increasingly untrusting towards others. Discerning intentions of others was becoming difficult with his fame. So, he had kept to the very few he did know that cared, but even so, he barely saw them.
Some of his ferocity from his years at Hogwarts had slipped beneath the veil of seclusion. However, the more time he spent with Snape, the more of his previous self he was recovering. It felt like he was becoming more of the man he should have been all these years.
“Severus. Potter,” Malfoy greeted as he walked towards them like a carnivore in the brush. Harry’s body immediately stiffened with rage, but the small touch to his lower back eased some of his fury. “You seem to go everywhere the other goes.”
“Malfoy,” Harry nearly hissed. He was ready to fly at the other wizard if not for the reasons he couldn’t: they were in pubic, surrounded by children and faculty. Otherwise, Harry feared him might hex the other wizard with a vengeance.
“Thank you for yesterday, Potter,” Malfoy said with an amused glint to his grey-blue eyes. Harry removed his wand from his cloak and very nearly aimed it at the tall prat if not for Snape’s voice cutting through and causing him to falter.
“Draco,” Snape said in a warning tone. “You and I have much to discuss later. I will expect you in my quarters this evening, and do not keep me waiting.” Malfoy’s face dropped, suddenly appearing very pale and rather green around the gills.
Good. It would seem that despite the years, Draco was not unaffected by Snape’s intimidation – though neither was Harry. The older wizard was just as menacing as Voldemort had ever been when cross. Harry wanted to smile in victory but didn’t out fear of what Snape might do to him if he should.
“For yesterday,” Snape was speaking so viciously that his voice registered deeply enough to cause shivers to run the length of Harry, “it would seem.” Snape led Harry away from Malfoy, and they greeted the first crowd of students.
*
After the first years were sorted, and the Great Hall was filled with the loud chattering of children new and old, Harry was able to relax. Snape had chosen to sit beside him, Oliver on his other side, and continued to speak to him all the way through dinner.
When the Prefects led away the new students, Harry was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He had forgotten the chaos of the first day; it had been some time since he was a student here. There was a fondness for the older students that had been first and second years in his final year at Hogwarts. Thankfully, they had some free time now that the students were settling in.
Snape turned towards him as he began to stand from the table. “I will come for you once I have spoken, at length, to Draco.” He felt the soft brush against his thigh before Snape was leaving the Great Hall, students cowering and clearing a way for him. Harry smiled tenderly at the way the students reacted to Snape. He had once reacted the very same way.
As he left the table, a crowding of students swarmed around him. “Professor Potter!” they called out in excited voices. He smiled at all of them, some as tall as he was, and others not quite tall enough. The collection of questions about the war and what he did during it began, and for a long twenty minutes, Harry was appeasing the crowd with as many answers as he could manage.
Finally, McGonagall shooed them away to their House towers and came to stand beside Harry. “They are quite enamored with you already,” she said with a hint of a smile. “I was told there was already a fan club well before the school year began for those that heard the rumor you may be teaching here.”
“Oh?” he inquired with a chuckle. “Guess I have my work cut out for me this year.” Did that make him the new Lockhart? He trembled at the mere thought of it. He was going to have to place charms on his person to detect love potions and the like.
“Indeed,” she agreed before leaving him to speak with another one of the professors.
*
Harry had been sitting for a time in front of the dancing flames of his fire hearth. Despite his efforts, his thoughts strayed every so often to what Snape might be doing to Draco. The pure Slytherin grin he gave way to would surely expose a few things about himself – like how he would like nothing more than to see Malfoy cowering and pleading for Snape to stop hurting him. He shook away the impure thoughts and instead focused his attentions on a book that he was going to have his fifth-years read.
There was a soft knocking at his door, and he was immediately up and walking to the door. He opened it, welcoming the tall, dark wizard inside. It would be the first time that Snape had come inside his quarters since his first day here.
Snape looked as immaculate as ever. His hair was framing the sides of the hard angular lines of his pale face and dark obsidian eyes. Those eyes captured his own and sent his heart racing despite his efforts to remain unaffected – it was an impossible task. Snape still did unbidden things to his body with just one look then any one individual had done to Harry his entire life. Harry wanted to wrap himself around the taller, lean frame of his Potion’s Master and spend the entire evening exploring the concealed flesh beneath large, billowing teaching robes. To his chagrin, he still had yet to see the other wizard’s body fully, and the anticipation was nearly driving him mad.
“How— “ he started to inquire about what had occurred with Malfoy, but the man’s lips were immediately pressing into his.
Snape’s arms wrapped him up tightly into his chest, fingers delving into his dark, messy tresses and angling his head backwards to intensify the kiss. The difference in height forced Harry to his tippy-toes just to reach the other wizard’s mouth, even then proving not high enough that Snape was forced to lean over to keep the contact. Harry clung desperately at Snape, anchoring himself as the kiss nearly stole the life from him and effectively caused his legs to go to jelly. When Snape finally pulled away, Harry’s breathing was raspy and shallow from both the lack of oxygen and incredible arousal.
“Wow,” he breathed, his legs shaking precariously below him as he tried to regain his composure. “…bloody hell that was incredible. What did you do to Malfoy that made you kiss like that?”
Snape’s mischievous smirk caused delicious shivers to run through Harry, pooling and coiling intense heat into his lower abdomen. “Nothing that he will not recover from with a little time in the infirmary. Rest assured, he will no longer touch what is mine.” Harry was shivering again at the tenor Snape’s voice had taken; it assured retribution of the painful variety should Malfoy do anything again.
“Your Slytherin is showing, Severus.”
Snape’s smirk increased as his fingers teased down the length of Harry’s neck. “Impertinent brat.” Snape pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead before leading him back towards the bedroom. Harry’s face screwed up with confusion.
“The living quarters are that way, Severus.”
Snape’s eyes captured his own, swirling with desire and lust. “I would much rather view your bed chambers.”
Bloody hell. Harry trailed after Snape, who easily found the door to his bedroom and led him inside with little effort; Harry just dutifully followed, his body moving lightly across the stone floor. He had very little time to acclimate to the current situation he found himself in because Snape was once more kissing him with abandon, pulling him and thrusting him firmly into the softness of his bed. Harry gasped in surprise when Snape easily maneuvered their bodies together, straddling his form to the bed and making his intentions clear. This was really happening. Oh Merlin. This was going to happen.
Flushing with arousal, Harry could only watch with captivated interest as Snape removed his outer cloak and then immediately assisted with Harry’s jumper. Finding it increasingly harder to breathe, Harry sought to comprehend what was truly occurring. His lips and mind were effectively silenced by another domineering kiss that turned his body into a boneless puddle of goo. At this rate, he was going to be completely brainless in no time at all.
Then Snape was speaking, his voice registering almost like as a lover’s whisper: “You may not be aware of this, Harry, but when two magical beings come together in the act of intercourse, there is a combining of their magic that can never be replaced. It is referred to as ‘claiming’ and cannot be undone.
“Depending on the strength of their magical signatures and connection, sometimes claiming can lead to unintentional bonds. Some bonds are stronger than others. If I claim you, there is a possibility that you will never be claimable again,” Snape divulged in a severe tenor that spoke of the importance Harry understand what was happening.
“Our magic has already begun to combine,” Snape said simply, “as I am sure you have noticed. Although I have not fully claimed you, your magic is already bonding to mine quite intricately. If we proceed,” Snape continued insistently, “it is my belief that the bond we create will be unbreakable. It is essential that you comprehend this, Harry, because I will not desist once I have received your verbal consent.”
Harry was breathless but managed to ask, “Do you want this?”
Snape watched him for long moments, of which felt almost like hours to Harry, before Snape’s callused thumb was tracing over the line of Harry’s jaw. “Yes. However, I do not intend to pressure you. I would not intentionally bond with you so soon if I did not believe that it was not already taking place. If we were to continue, there may be little that could be done to halt such a bonding. Our coupling would only expedite the process, be assured.
“I merely want you to understand that this decision is one that you cannot undo. If I claim you, there will more than likely be a bond that would mean a lifetime bonded to myself. Do you understand, Harry?”
“So if we…do this, I’ll be bonded to you forever?” Harry tried not to sound hopeful but the answering nod made his heart soar with happiness.
“Very likely, yes.”
“Then I want this. I want you, Severus.”
It felt a lot quicker than Harry had ever thought possible to be doing this – Hermione and Ginny were sure to give him hell when they found out – but what he felt for Snape was beyond what he knew he could feel for anyone else. If Snape wanted this, then he definitely wanted it.
He had spent years believing he would never possibly get a life, a choice of his own, but here he was, choosing Snape. It felt right. His magic crackled around him, weaving and sparking against Snape’s. He could feel the way the other wizard’s magic completed his own, filling a void Harry was never aware had been there.
Snape watched him intensely, almost as if he didn’t believe that Harry could possibly have said yes but was quickly leaning forward and kissing Harry so passionately that his body was once more left boneless and at the will of the other wizard. It was the only time in Harry’s life he was so satisfied with surrendering himself. The action of surrendering making a deeper part of him warm with contentment.
Harry gasped as the older wizard pulled away, removing the rest of the clothing obstructing his view of Harry’s body, and trailed long, potion-stained fingers over the expanse of his torso. Fingers smoothed over the soft contours, mapping their shape with a curiosity that caused Harry’s cheeks to heat with renewed vigor. Snape’s eyes followed the pathway of his fingers, seemingly enamored with the way Harry’s slightly pale skin would instantly flush with the momentary caresses.
“You are truly beautiful, Harry.”
Harry hardly believed that Snape was calling him beautiful – mostly because a man calling another man beautiful usually insinuated the other man had effeminate qualities which Harry did not. However, he was unable to ponder it further as the Snape’s mouth trailed hotly from Harry’s protruding collarbone down towards his softly defined pectorals, sucking hotly at the hard nubs and causing Harry to gasp and moan with need.
The older wizard’s mouth was an inferno, heating his flesh and nearly burning him as it continued to travel licking, biting, and sucking anywhere it could. Unable to restrain his moans, Harry was becoming increasingly vocal as Snape continued his assault down the now slightly flushed expanse of Harry’s body. The soft tickle of silky hair followed the tantalizing peppered kisses until Snape was deftly undoing his tented trousers.
“Merlin,” Harry breathed as Snape’s hot breath ghosted over the sensitive flesh now being exposed with skillful hands. Harry lifted his bum, allowing Snape to remove the length of his trouser pants and continue his downward assault.
Harry’s hard prick jumped with interest when Snape pulled away, removing his simple button-down dress shirt followed shortly by black trouser pants that were just as tented as Harry’s had been. It caused a spark of arousal to shoot all the way down Harry’s body to the already painful erection below.
Snape’s torso was wrapped in tightly coiled, defined muscle; pectorals the color of moonlight and abdominal muscles lightly dusted with black hair filled Harry’s vision as he greedily took in the sight of Snape’s naked torso. The speckling of light and dark scars caused a small pang of sadness to run through him, but the bare arm where Voldemort’s mark had once been was a marginal comfort.
The tightly tone body of his former professor moved towards him, snaking over his nervous form after Snape had successfully removed all of their clothing. Now Harry’s anxiety was settling in when he realized that this was not a dream but in actuality presently occurring.
His eyes strayed downwards to the exceedingly larger erection his companion sported, suddenly feeling a lot more afraid than he had been at any time in his life. He may not have been truly knowledgeable, but he knew that in order to copulate that enormous prick had to go all the way up his arsehole. Holy hell. How could it all possibly fit?!
Snape seemed to catch on to Harry’s line of thinking because he immediately cradled Harry’s chin and forced Harry’s gaze to his own. “Magic makes these normally painful experiences for muggles into purely pleasurable ones for wizards and witches, Harry. You also have a Potion’s Master as your partner, so there will be absolutely no inkling of discomfort, is that understood?”
Harry could only nod, finding that he was presently incapable of speech. He only hoped that Snape understood that he wasn’t afraid to be with the other man, just anxious as he had never been with another person like this and there was a certain amount of fear that naturally associated with it. He trusted Snape, trusted the man with his life. He knew that no matter what happened, he wanted to give every part of himself to the other wizard – that would never change.
Harry’s magic crackled against Snape’s, the electricity filling the air around them. It was as if it was responding to the oncoming coupling, anticipating it like it had a mind of its own. Another few sparks sizzled above them, colors misting through the air as a result. He could almost make out the two differentiating magical signatures as Snape accio’d a small vial the color of amber to his hand. He coated his fingers before trailing the first over Harry’s puckered entrance.
*
Severus watched the beautiful youth beneath him with entranced fascination. His fingers slid along the crease and budding entrance as he took in the flushed body that was a match for the emerald-eyed boy’s face, a body that was the singular most gorgeous form that Severus ever beheld.
However, Severus could not desist the slight tremble of his fingers as he breached the Potter’s hole -- the lubricant of his own devising no doubt numbing any discomfort and heightening the more pleasuring aspects of the action. All the while watching with rapt interest as Potter’s – no, Harry’s – face slowly melted from nervousness to uninhibited, adulterated need.
Severus memorized every detail of the transformation as this act was brought on by unsavory circumstances that left him feeling slightly remorseful towards this beautiful wizard beneath him.
Earlier…
“Severus,” his godson greeted as he sauntered in with an arrogant presence about him.
“Draco,” he greeted, schooling his features to remain aloof despite the fury raging beneath. “I suspect you are already aware of why I asked you here.”
“Yes,” Draco said with a defiant smile, “but it will mean very little after I have said my piece, Sev.”
Severus gritted his teeth at the irritating nickname Draco and Lucius had chosen to give to his person. It infuriated him, especially in circumstances such as these.
“I doubt that highly, Draco.”
“Hear me out, Sev,” Draco replied coolly, his smile never faltering. Severus was very close to bypassing formality and simply hexing the boy into submission. “I have not come here to target, Potter, though it may seem that way.”
“An understatement, to be sure.”
Draco’s smile grew. “Well it is true that I could not help but tease him, but I actually intend to court him.”
Severus’ face drew down at this. “Court him?”
“Yes,” Draco said seemingly growing bored with the topic. “The Ministry has reinstituted the mandatory bonding of pure-bloods at the age of adulthood. The formal announcement is to be made later this month. It is my intention to have Harry Potter as my bonded. It could mean a great many things for the Malfoy family, and despite my earlier dismissal of him, I find he is actually quite suited to my tastes.”
“Allow me a moment of clarification,” Severus said while holding the bridge of his nose to keep the rage at bay. “You have come to Hogwarts under the pretense of business to court Harry Potter and inevitably seek to bond with him?”
“Precisely.” Draco was not ready for the hex that came at him shortly after speaking his assertion; so when it hit, he was caught completely unawares. He fell down with a sickening crack, his body jolting this way and that with a blood-curdling scream.
Severus lifted the hex before saying rather coolly, “Your insolence knows no bounds. To assume that Harry would even been tempted by such an offer is uncharacteristically imbecilic of you, Draco. Furthermore, to attempt it with knowledge that said person may be, in fact, connected to another of much higher ranking and power than yourself is even more so. Attempt anything with what is mine again, Draco, and I promise you that I will leave you writhing and screaming until you have lost consciousness. Is that understood?”
Draco was rasping desperately his reply, “Yes sir.”
“Very good. Now get out of my sight before I am forced to hex you again for good measure.”
Draco fled the room, leaving the Potion’s Master to ponder the new information. So the Ministry was finally seeking to reclaim their hold over the pure-blooded families? This was very disconcerting considering that he would no doubt be forced to bond as a result.
Severus had noticed that his connection with Harry was growing beyond any he had before this. Their magic was practically magnetized to each other’s. It was becoming more difficult as the days passed not to take the boy – and to take him violently. His desire, probably aided by the magnetism of their magic, was becoming nearly impossible to control. If he was correct in his assumption, once he had sex with Harry, they would undoubtedly be bonded for the rest of their lives.
Presently…
Severus was tempted to disclose this information he had learned earlier this evening; however, there was this profoundly unpleasant part of him that wanted to keep it and allow the bond, which Harry had consented to, to take place. No doubt, the Ministry and Minerva would be alerted to its creation as soon as it was completed. He was sure to have to explain himself to the headmistress in the morning. Regardless, he wanted this beautiful wizard so greatly that he was willing to withhold such information to secure the bond.
The very idea of the wizarding world coming to their doorstep to seek a bond with Harry Potter caused his stomach to tighten with unease. Severus had never been a very patient man; he was selfish and ruthless – doing whatever he could to secure the things he most desired. Currently, he desired nothing more than to have Harry to himself. Once the announcement was made, no doubt the entire wizarding world would be seeking to court his Harry. It was inconceivable. He would not allow it. Draco had been unpleasant enough to deal with – Wood too for that matter – and Severus vowed to never permit such occurrences to take place again.
So, unbeknownst to this young wizard who caused Severus to lose all sensibility, Severus had pledged this evening that after receiving consent to do so, he would claim Harry as his own and assure that there was no one in this lifetime or after who could possibly take the boy away from him.
Possession of Harry was his most recent and purest sin.
*
Licking his lips, Harry watched Snape – no, Severus – press those exquisitely long fingers against the hidden part between his wide, open legs. His body wanted to recoil with the first breach but soon the pleasure of it registered, causing Harry’s head to fall back and a raspy groan to leave his lips.
It was a weird sensation, but it felt incredible as Severus pushed the first digit and then the second inside of him, scissoring the long fingers and causing Harry to stutter a gasp out. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to determine what he really thought about these new sensations.
True to Severus’ word, there was no pain. Harry could only feel the weird and slightly pleasurable sensations as Severus continued to prepare him. He wanted to scoot away, the silence around them deafening, but was held fast to the spot by Severus’ other hand.
Harry groaned in delight when hot pleasure ripped through him at the crook of the man’s fingers. “W-what was that?”
“Your prostate, Professor Potter,” the formality made his prick swell with arousal. Severus’ eyes were, if possible, more fathomless with his growing arousal.
Finally allowing himself to admire his former professor, Harry took in the sight of Severus’ much larger prick which was swollen and nearly red with need, its bulbous head leaking pre-come, and long length pulsating with engorged veins lining the overall girth of Severus’ beast. The very idea of that incredible prick going all the way up his backside, well, he was unbelievably thankful for magic; otherwise, he would no doubt have an undoubtedly painful first time.
Severus leaned away, balancing himself on his knees as he generously coated his prick with lubricant. Harry’s body was responding just at the sight – it was too erotic for words, so he merely moaned in approval. This earned him a sideways smirk from his former professor, to which his face enflamed further, before the older wizard was easing a pillow beneath Harry’s lower back and situating Harry’s legs to hang over the man’s angular shoulders.
The pressure at his entrance had Harry unconsciously stiffening. Severus pressed his mouth gently to Harry’s while saying, “Relax, Harry. I assure you that you will enjoy this.” Without another seconds’ delay, the older wizard thrust his hips and fully penetrated his entire length inside of Harry, causing him to arch into the sensation with a guttural groan. “Merlin. So bloody tight,” Severus bit out as his body involuntarily spasmed.
Words couldn’t accurately describe the feeling of having the man arse deep inside of him, but it was rapidly becoming one of his favorites as Severus pulled out slightly and then quickly thrust back in, angling this time and once more discovering that pleasure nub inside Harry.
Their magic crackled above, streaming and circling around them as Severus continued to thrust with wild abandon into Harry’s entirely too pliable form.
As it was his first time, Harry wasn’t quite sure what he should be doing. So, he was unable to do much more than gasp and moan, holding tightly to the older wizard above him as the pleasure coiled and build, white hot, inside of him until finally exploding.
“Sev!” he screamed, his hips thrusting backwards as he rode out his orgasm.
It was quick and took both of the wizards completely by surprise. What also came as a surprise was that Severus nearly came simultaneously, shooting hot liquid inside of Harry, body stiffening and shivering with the incurrent of sensations.
The air around them grew uncomfortably dense; their magic combining and nearly becoming impossible to decipher whose was whose. It sparked and crackled for several minutes before settling into a soft amber glow and then finally, dissipating all together.
Still breathing heavily, Harry watched as the last bits of color faded from above them. When he finally turned away, Severus was watching him, regarding him as though ready for any regret he could possibly feel afterwards.
There was none. Harry felt incredible. He felt whole – as if before this, he hadn’t been a complete person, merely a portion of one.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered to the older wizard breathlessly, “that was incredible.”
“And as I suspected,” Severus said as he pulled his softening prick from Harry, causing the younger wizard to audibly gasp, “a bond that will be unbreakable. You should rest. I expect that Minerva will want to see us in the morning.”
“Huh?” Harry inquired but noticed that Severus had closed his eyes, silently ridding them of body fluids with the waving of his wand. “Why would she want to see us?”
“Go to sleep, Harry,” Severus said with a slight irritation to his voice. Harry wanted to argue but decided he was too tired to. So, cuddling up to the larger man next to him, he closed his eyes and hoped that he wasn’t going to be in pain in the morning.
TBC…
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