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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 Seven: Please Don't Say Goodbye

Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content between two male characters. Please do not read it that offends you.

(Disclaimer: I do not own any characters expressed in these chapters. All credits go to J.K. Rowling and her Harry Potter book series)

Harry was left in the room, words escaping him and an overwhelming sense of horror. Snape hadn't given him a chance to explain, and when he finally found the words, Snape was nowhere in sight. Harry searched Snape's entire quarters but there was not even a trace that Snape had been there. He spent the better of the night searching. Finally, he decided to go to Dumbledore himself. He wasn't about to let Snape misunderstand what had happened.

Harry stopped at the foot of the door. Snape stood in front of him holding his luggage, packed and ready for him to leave.

"Professor," Harry started but was interrupted immediately.

"You are to return to your dorm immediately Potter. I will not hear another word about this. We shall go on as if it never happened. The Headmaster has agreed that it is for the best that you be pulled from Potions as well as Occulmency lessons for the time being while I brew a potion to help ease the overload of emotions at close contact." Snape did not leave even the smallest opening for Harry to get a word in. Snape quickly handed Harry his belongings and immediately left Harry standing in front of a closed door.

Harry held his suitcase tightly against his chest. He couldn't breathe; his chest felt like it was going to burst. Tears began to run the length of his cheeks as he turned to walk back to his dormitory. How could this be happening? Just when he had realized that he was falling for the man, Snape completely misunderstood the reason for his pain.

When he got to the boys' dormitory, he threw himself on his bed and buried his head into the pillow. He wanted it all to be a bad dream. He had ruined everything. He wanted to convince himself that this was all for the better, but his heart wouldn't falter. He knew that no matter how he looked at it, he was heartbroken.

"Harry is refusing to get out of bed," Ron told the Headmaster after being asked where the boy had been the past few days. "He says that he feels too tired to come to classes."

"I see," Dumbledore stated as he curled his fingers through his beard. "Well I'm sure that he will recover. No need to be worried Mister Weasley."

"But sir, he won't even talk to me about it. He has even been refusing to eat," Ron said concern lacing each word.

"I think I will pay Harry a visit. No need to be concerned," Dumbledore said smiling at the nervous boy. He gave Ron a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading towards the Gryffindor tower.

Harry's eyes hurt from crying. He had never cried this much, not at least since learning of his parents' true death. His heart felt swollen and tight in his chest. His throat was sore from screaming into the pillow. Anger and sadness still overwhelmed him even after crying for three days. He had wondered many times what Snape was feeling. He hoped the man felt every bit of the pain he felt. This was all Snape's fault. If Snape hadn't misunderstood and given Harry a chance to explain himself, they wouldn't be in this mess.

Harry clutched tightly at his pillow and twisted it within his grasp. He was too numb to cry, and too tired to get angrier then he was. He just felt like sleeping. He let out a loud groan.

"I see we're awake," came a voice from beyond the curtain of his bed. The curtains were pulled back as Dumbledore peered in. "May I enter?"

Harry nodded his head and sat up. He quickly wiped away the residual tears. He wouldn't allow anyone to know of them. He wanted to remain calm in front of Dumbledore.

"I heard that you have not been well. Is there anything that I may be of service to?" Dumbledore's knowing eyes smiled at Harry urging him to tell all that was upsetting him.

"Not really sir," Harry said fighting back the urge to cry once more. He felt frustrated by everything and would have liked nothing more than to tell Dumbledore, but what was done couldn't be undone.

"Something tells me that you are not telling the full truth, Mister Potter. Please don't be shy," Dumbledore said placing a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "What's on your mind?"

Harry withdrew his eyes and began to nibble at his lower lip. Would it really do anything to tell Dumbledore? Was there any point anymore? Snape didn't want to be with him. The man jumped at the chance to cancel the bonding. Maybe he was doing them both a favor by making it impossible for them to. After all, Snape had said that it was all due to the connection. It had nothing to do with what they wanted for themselves.

"Well," Harry began feeling the need to at least let go of some of the frustration with all that had happened. "I didn't mean to cancel the bonding."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore asked with a quizzical brow.

"Well yeah, I mean…I was crying because I was confused. I don't really know what my true feelings are and what are made because of the connection." Harry clenched his fists as he remembered all the overwhelming and confusing emotions he felt the day he realized he had fallen in love with Snape.

"What feelings, Harry?" Dumbledore gazed at Harry with serious, but gentle eyes.

"Um, well it's hard to explain really. I guess you could say I feel kind of attracted to Professor Snape," Harry said as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks. He couldn't believe he had just told the Headmaster that he thought Snape was attractive. What had he gotten himself into?

"Ah, I see. So is that the reason for you crying in Snape's quarters three nights ago?"

"Yes sir."

"And Professor Snape misunderstood?"

"Yes sir."

"I see. So you didn't want to cancel the bonding?"

"No sir."

"That's great, Harry!" Dumbledore said with a smile. "Professor Snape had canceled the bond only on the misconception that you were unhappy and unwilling to bond with him."

"He was? I was thinking that maybe he was the unwilling one," Harry said unable to hide the sadness that showed on his face.

"Quite the opposite, Mister Potter. However, it is not up to me to tell you so. I'm afraid that you will have to find that out from Professor Snape yourself. Any ways, I expect that you will be visiting Professor Snape after classes are finished to clear up the misunderstanding? I will notify Professor McGonagall of the change and we will set a night once you clear up the misunderstanding with Professor Snape." Dumbledore was smiling ear to ear. Obviously, he was very happy for the change in plans. Harry couldn't help but to smile in return.

A sudden nervousness overtook him. He was going to have to explain everything to Snape. He wasn't even sure what he would tell Snape. He refused to tell Snape that he thought he may be in love with him. He could just see the man's eyes turn into angry pools of fire. He was sure that Snape would think Harry was disgusting. Still, he had to tell Snape that he didn't want to cancel the bonding. He was determined to at least have that much in his favor. To be near the man, even if only one-sided, in his love was enough.

Harry was certainly becoming a sad mess. It would be read: "Wizarding World's Savior in love with Ex-Deatheater and Wizarding World's Git of the Year!"

Harry's palms were sweaty, and his heart raced. Nerves had gotten the best of him as he stood in front of the entrance to Snape's quarters. He had been standing there for ten minutes now going over and over in his head what he had prepared to say a few hours before. He planned to tell Snape that his tears had nothing to do with him and that he still wanted to be bonded. Harry felt a small pang in his heart. He didn't really want to lie. Of course all of those tears had everything to do with Snape. It was definitely ironic that he would fall in love with the man that a few weeks ago would have made him want to commit suicide at the thought of loving.

Running his hand through his hair and then fixing his spectacles, he finally gathered up his wits and knocked on the door. He stood for a moment while he waited. His stomach twisted and the steady pound of his heart against his chest pulsed all the way up to his ears. His mouth was dry and his head light. Every little bit of him hoped that Snape was somewhere else and that he could just run away and leave it to another day.

Despite all of his hopes, the door opened and Snape leered out. His eyes captured Harry's and his mouth thinned into a serious line. "Return to your dormitory."

"Wait!" Harry quickly yelled as Snape began to close the door. "I need to speak with you."

"There is nothing to be said between us, Potter. I suggest you leave." Snape's eyes were piercing. Harry felt his heart clench. He felt like he might throw up. The man wanted nothing to do with him. Those feelings from before, he did not feel in the slightest. Had Snape already made the potion? Why did he feel like there was nothing that could convince the man otherwise?

"Please….please don't say goodbye," Harry said through clenched teeth. His heart hurt so badly. He was losing every bit of front he had put up before he had gotten there. In any moment, he would become the miserable mess that he was desperately trying to hide.

Snape watched him for a moment. The man must have been contemplating how he would further insult him, or comment on his quivering body, or even his swollen and bruised lower lip after the many assaults it had received in the past few days.

After what seemed like forever, Snape finally pulled the door open completely. Harry hustled inside and followed Snape into the living quarters. He couldn't stop his shaking body. He wanted to run away, but he knew that if he did, they would never be together.

"What is it Potter? Be quick about it. I have little patience for your ramblings tonight." Snape pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had already received a migraine from it all.

"Um," Harry said as his voice shook. "I…um…"

Snape's eyes became angry. "Out with it Potter!"

Harry's body quaked at the sudden outburst.

"I want to bond!" Harry shouted in his anger. How could Snape be so inconsiderate? How could he fall for such a selfish and inconsiderate person? He was sure that it would one day kill him; he hoped.

Snape looked taken aback. He stood with his eyes frozen on Harry's. Harry continued to stare back at the man. He would not look away. Now was the time to show Snape that he was serious. No more misunderstandings.

"No," Snape said simply. He turned his back to Harry. Harry's anger overcame him like a wild fire. No? That was it? Snape thought that he could refuse him so bluntly when he was the one that wanted Harry to bond in the first place?

"What?" Harry said through a clenched jaw. He fisted his hands and trembled under his rage.

"We will not be bonded," Snape said emphasizing each word as it left his mouth. He still had his back turned to Harry and should have been glad for it because Harry's anger would be enough to intimidate even the strongest of the wizarding world.

"You arrogant, inconsiderate bastard!" Harry yelled his heart hammering loudly in his chest. It would burst any moment, he was sure.

Snape turned quickly with enraged eyes. He took only a few steps to close the distance between them. His body shadowed Harry's. Harry felt a small fear enter his reserves when he saw the death glare Snape sent to him. Harry swallowed and took a step back. He closed his lips and glared back.

"What was that Potter?" Snape hissed.

"You heard me," Harry said immediately regretting it as soon as it left his mouth. Hands grasped his arms and tightened. He was then pushed across the room. He hit the bookcase, and his head was thrown back hitting the edge of the shelf. He cried out as he heard the loud thud of it all and felt pain shake through him. He fell to the floor on his hands and knees. His arms and legs shook under him. The world spun around and around.

He heard his name called out as he was lifted. He felt dizzy and in terrible pain. His head felt like it was splitting in half. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he cried out as something touched the wound on the back of his head.

Something was said and the pain increased before it disappeared as a potion was forced down his throat. His vision slowly returned, and he was finally able to see concerned eyes gazing at him. Snape was kneeling over him, his body was shaking.

"Speak Potter."

"What happened?" Harry was pulled up and he kneeled with Snape as he regained his composure.

Snape seemed to hesitate, but his eyes looked at Harry with apology. "I apologize. I lost my temper."

Was Snape saying sorry for something? What alternate dimension had Harry entered? Harry shook his head slightly. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but it was enough to make the man apologize, so it had to be bad enough. He decided to forget it. He grabbed Snape's robes and pulled at them.

"Please don't say goodbye. I don't care what you say. I want to bond. Please…" Harry was definitely out of his element. He would never had thought he would beg Snape for anything, but the thought of losing the chance to be with the man was more painful than losing a bit of pride.

Snape looked in complete disbelief. He didn't seem to know what to say, and Harry was glad for it because his body was trembling and his heart felt like it would break if he heard no again. The feelings he had for the man were overwhelming him and just being close to Snape was enough for him to feel lightheaded…forget the pain he had just experienced when the man lost his temper.

"Why are you so determined to be bonded Potter? I refuse to be pitied." Snape's voice was quiet. So much so, Harry had to lean over to hear it.

"It's not pity." Harry said with unmoving eyes.

"Then what is it Potter? I am not one for games." Snape's voice returned to its steady anger, however, the man wasn't removing Harry's hands from his robes.

"It's not a game…" Harry said with serious eyes. "I can't explain it, but every time I'm with you, I feel calm, and every time I'm away from you, I feel uneasy."

Snape watched him for a moment. Harry breathed heavily. The need to run away was surfacing again. He closed his eyes once more and fought against the heaviness he felt and his twisting stomach. If Snape refused him again, he was sure he would lose it. He kept his eyes closed and breathed the final plea.

"Please."

Heat overwhelmed his mouth, and he was pulled into an embrace that took the breath from him. His mouth was forced open with a hot tongue that plagued the very depths of his soul. He cried into the mouth that devoured him. It was a cry of relief. His body responded just as quickly. He moaned and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. His tongue touched the other's as they battled for territory. He let his head fall back, and Snape's mouth continued its assault on his exposed neck.

"Please," he cried for the one thing that could make him turn to a complete mess of nerves. He had dreamt of it every night since.

His request was granted with a deep growl of the man before the piercing yet delicious pain shot from the place the fangs had penetrated. His body trembled as he was pulled tightly against Snape's chest and made to stand. His legs were weak, but Snape was strong, so he stood despite it all. The waves of pleasure rolled over him. He pressed his hips hard against the other. The heat of their arousal could be felt through the material of their clothes.

Snape pulled away and licked the wound. He picked Harry up in one motion and walked him through the room to his personal quarters. He threw Harry onto the bed and was over him just as quickly. Harry moaned as his clothes were ripped from the place they had rested on his body. He arched into the beast above him letting out a gasp as the man's fangs penetrated his neck once more. An arm circled around his waist while the other pulled his legs apart. Snape's hips settled between Harry's legs. He was overcome with too much pleasure to notice when fingers penetrated him from below.

Snape removed his lips from Harry's neck only to cover his mouth with them. Harry groaned as his insides were invaded by sly fingers. He turned his head away to cry out when the fingers touched a spot in him that sent fire coursing through his body. He breathed heavily as the assault continued.

"I'm going to prepare you all night," Snape said through heavy breathing.

Harry felt heat in his face as he turned his eyes back to the Ex-Deatheater. Snape had sweat beading on his brow and in a moment, Harry realized Snape was just as naked as he was. Harry gasped when he caught sight of what Snape had to offer. Snape's eyes seemed to follow Harry's and in a small moment, he was caught smirking.

"I will be putting this inside you," Snape said thrusting his hips against Harry to emphasize his point. Message understood, Harry thought quickly. Harry gasped as the electricity of the touch shot over him. It felt just as good as when Snape penetrated him with his fangs. Then it struck him.

"Put it inside?" Harry said but it was quickly turned into a moan when Snape moved his fingers over the spot inside him once more. He breathed in sharply when Snape continued to assault that spot inside of him. He unconsciously opened his legs wider.

Snape seemed to grab something from the bedside and spread it over himself.

"I will not be waiting to take you. Consider this practice," Snape said roughly at Harry. "Believe me, you'll appreciate that I do this now instead of later."

Harry's eyes widened in his disbelief. This was a new side to Snape and certainly an unexpected and uncharacteristic one. He didn't have much time to consider it though because soon he was being torn open, and he had to cry out to express the tremendously painful feeling. He tried to pull away but before he could, fangs penetrated him, and he was once more overcome by the delicious pain intermixed with pleasure.

Snape pushed into him and then pulled out slowly before beginning his path back inside. Harry couldn't focus. Everything was happening so fast that he didn't have any time to prepare for what he might feel next. All he could do was cry out and dig his nails into the body above him.

Snape thrust into him hard. Harry opened his eyes and found Snape with his eyes tightly shut. He gasped as Snape pushed into him again, this time harder. The pace began to increase, and Harry was soon calling out to a force unknown to help calm his crazed heart.

It felt incredible. The way Snape filled him was something he couldn't put into words. He felt whole each time Snape pressed into him. Each delicious push and pull of their flesh left him breathless and pleading for more.

Soon the waves of pleasure built up, rolling steady fast to completion. He felt himself close to the edge, ready to jump.

"Please," Harry called out as Snape pushed into him once more.

With once last thrust, Harry was sent into a spiral of pleasure that made him come so hard that it felt as if any moment he would die from the force of it. Snape filled him with his heat and coated his insides with his essence. In that moment, euphoria had been reached, and Harry wished it would never end. This place was somewhere he would gladly die in order to be able to stay.

Darkness overwhelmed him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
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