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All Forms of Caution	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Prince, Eileen – full Veela (disgraced) born September 12^th1935. Died February 7^th 1995. Married Tobias Snape (human) July 8^th 1955 . One child – Severus Snape (half Veela) born January 9^th 1960.
Extract from the Veela registry (for Veela use only)

Harry had no idea where Ron and Hermione had gone. All he remembered from those awful minutes of fledging was the cawing of Snape trying to calm him. He recalled seeing white flecks in the black eyes and somehow knew the older man was hurt, and the hurt was because of him, Harry. Hurt because he was hurting. It made him tremble and ache at the intensity of the feeling.
Now he was in a bathroom, a bath filled with water and he was sitting in the tub, trying to hide his erection. At his side, Severus knelt and watched as he leant back, dipping his blood-stained wings into the water. He was amazed how calmly he was taking suddenly sprouting wings, but now they were there it already felt completely normal to shift them and use them to punctuate his words, just as Snape did.
He wondered if he could ask Snape to help him wash them, after all, as dipping them in the water seemed to not be enough. Somehow he could feel the sticky remnants of drying blood still on them despite his efforts to swill the gross fluids off.
He coughed to get Snape's attention. “Er … what should I call you?”
“Severus, of course,” said the older man, eyes silver and black.
“Severus,” Harry tried the name out on his tongue. “That might take me a while. It is an unusual name.”
“It is a Veela name,” Snape said, “my mother may have broken with her heritage, but she was determined that I should understand mine. Veela usually name their children after characteristics they want their child to have. So, I am named after the quality 'Severity' as she wanted me to be stern and strong. She chose Severus as it sounds partly wizard-like, which helped keep me disguised from the Veelas.”
“You said the Veelas would have come after you because of your mother?” Harry phrased it as a question. If he was Veela, and given the damned wings currently sticking out of his back, he had to accept he was, he needed to understand their culture.
“She thought they might. She ignored her nature by not waiting for her Bond-Mate and chose a human instead. That means I might be seen as tainted, as I was produced outside a Bond-match. She feared I would be killed.”
Harry put a wet hand on Snape's cheek. “That's awful.”
Severus placed his own hand against Harry's, holding it against his face. “They never did come for me, so I assume her worries were for nothing, but I am glad you care about this. It gives me hope for our future.”
Pulling his hand away, Harry broke the moment of connection they had had. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, “this is all too much for me. I don't want to be Bonded to anyone. I'm only seventeen, there's plenty of time to find someone. Please, don't be hurt,” he said, seeing the white flecks reappearing after they had changed to silver during their talk, “I don't want to hurt you. You have been very kind and helped me when these,” he shook his wings, “came through. But I can't ever be what you want me to be.”
Severus sighed. “I want you to be what you are. It's you that is causing us both unnecessary hurt. Physically you want me, we both already know that to be true, but you keep fighting me. And there is no reason. You can see that you are Veela. And as I said when I was talking to Weasley, human terms do not apply when discussing our coupling. We are not gay, or straight. We are Veela. My body wants to give you pleasure, and your body wants to give mine pleasure.”
“You'd take me … er … coupling with you?” Harry asked, face flushed.
“If you mean, would I accept being on the receiving end? Yes. You don't yet fully understand – I was never going to explain this in front of your friends, but the way you show you are claiming me is by taking my body as I have taken yours.”
Harry swallowed, feeling his cock throb at the idea. It was dirty and desperately arousing to be sitting in the bath, achingly hard, and thinking about pounding into Snape.
What the older man said next threw cold water over Harry's fantasies. “But it cannot be undertaken lightly, just because you feel aroused. If you choose to claim me physically, it will mean you are claiming me as your Bond-Mate. And once that is done I will no longer tolerate this vacillation of yours.”
Well that had certainly cured Harry of his passion to fuck Snape, and it had also destroyed his desire to allow the older man to wash his wings. He flapped them, trying to get used to controlling them, rather than having them move without his conscious thought. The one that Severus had helped him fold still felt rather sore, especially at the joint that had been manhandled. Now he flapped it deliberately, trying to hide the wince as each movement caused him pain. But, of course, even without his expression, his eyes gave him away: white flecks sparkled amongst the green.
“Your wing still troubles you?” the older man phrased it as a question, but they both knew Harry was in distress.
Suddenly, it was all too much for Harry and he lunged up, his hands clutching for Snape's face. He grabbed the cheeks and held the older man in place as he kissed him, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to the hot mouth, aching for some relief from the constant tension and arousal and confusion he had felt since this man's arrival. The water sploshed about as he moved, his erection showing as he knelt up and tried to claim this man physically.
He panted as he pulled his lips free and covered his Bond-Mate's face with kisses, bird song spilling from his throat at the same time.
Severus kissed Harry back, desperate for his partner to desire in the same way he was desired, but he was sure this wasn't the claim being made. Still, kissing his Bond-Mate was very pleasant, and he enjoyed being covered in kisses and being told how beautiful he was and how much Harry wanted him.
“I – I want you,” Harry gasped, forehead pressed against Snape's hairline. “Please, this is all just too much. Please, make it all go away.”
Shaking, Severus stood and walked away, opening the door so that he stood in it. It meant no one could see Harry's erection or wings, but it certainly made clear that they could be interrupted at any moment.
“Don't,” Severus said, a hiss behind his words. His eyes were red but had a silver sheen across them too. “Don't toy with me. With this. I want you too much to resist, but you cannot simply use me.”
Harry glared at him and threw a bar of soap at the older man. “Then get out!” he screamed, “You keep making all these fucking rules and tell me what's got to happen! Get out! Get out!” The scream in his voice was Veela, rather than human, and it made his two friends dash closer, wondering what had upset the volatile young man now.
Seeing the bathroom door open, and a tall figure blocking it, they skidded to a stop. After Hermione had bollocked Ron, neither felt that challenging Snape's right to be there and around Harry was a good idea.
Wings twitching under the cloak he wore, Severus turned his head and saw them. “My apologies,” he said quietly, “I hope we did not disturb you.”
“FUCK OFF!” Harry screamed, “Stop saying things about both of us! We're not together, for fuck's sake! I'm not sorry!” There was a noise like hissing and trilling at the same time, “I want them to hear that you can't bear not being in control of every last detail of my life! Well, fuck you! Get out of my life! I'm not going to Bond with you, you controlling ass hole!”
Hermione's eyes went wide. Not since fifth year had she heard Harry lose his temper quite so thoroughly.
Snape had gone ramrod straight and his face registered absolutely nothing. Only his eyes, flecked with equal parts red and white, told their own story of his anger and hurt at Harry's attitude. “Very well,” he said, his voice completely devoid of emotion, “you have made clear your rejection of my claim.”
He left, closing the door without Harry's friends seeing inside; they didn't see the shock and hurt on Harry's face as he watched Severus walk away from him. Nor did they see the hands he had clasped in his hair as he pulled on it in his rage. Nor did they see the wings both standing straight up, white feathers tinged with black at their edges.
“My apologies for imposing upon you both,” Snape said formally, “I hope you will forgive the loan of the cloak to cover my wings? I will, of course, return it.”
Hermione's heart ached for Severus. He was holding himself together, but his agony was clear to see. Wanting to reach out and comfort him, she stopped herself; not knowing what bothered her more – that this was Snape, or that she had agreed never to touch him without Harry's consent. Although, given Snape's behaviour, it seemed that Harry would never care who touched Severus.
“Pr – Professor,” she began, her voice filled with the despair she felt at his pain, “H – Harry doesn't mean it. It's j – just been a big shock. Please, give him time.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched but he turned his dark eyes to her. “Thank you, Miss Granger, but Harry has made his feelings quite clear. Should he wish to contact me, he will always be able to.”
Ron and Hermione watched their ex-teacher walk stiffly away, and somehow, they needed comfort. Ron slid his hand into Hermione's, feeling sadder than he'd felt in a very long time. There was something so proud and yet so broken about Snape's control.
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