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It's In Your Blood	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco had been a vampire for little more than a year, but unlike Harry, Draco had not been viciously attacked.

Master Chesek had approached him one evening and offered the gift of immortality, and Draco had accepted, seeing this as a way to escape Lord Voldemort. Being a vampire for such a length of time, and being a member of the House Council, Draco knew the consequences of having a relationship with a lycan, and if someone in the House, other than Harry and Severus, found out that he was with Remus, Draco would be in very real danger.
But right now, Draco didn't care, not when the object of his affection was nibbling tenderly on the juncture of his neck, flicking his tongue over the skin every now and then and practically working Draco into a frenzy, "I think you plan this just to see if you can make me beg." Draco teased.
Remus raised his head up from Draco's neck and raised an eyebrow, but there was a smirk on his lips, "And what makes you think that?" He slipped teasing fingers down Draco's porcelain chest as he waited for an answer.
Draco quirked an eyebrow and looked down, "Well, since you have me tied and basically at your mercy, I get the feeling that you're going to drive me wild until I beg you to take me."
That seemed to spark a little light in Remus' eyes and suddenly his face was mere centimeters from Draco's, "Mhm, you can just beg me now and save me the trouble." The werewolf suggested, his lean little body stretching luxuriously along Draco's, their erections rubbing deliciously as Remus waited to see if Draco would beg.
"Oh Merlin." Draco swore as their bodies touched, skin rubbing against skin, and the vampire knew that he would say anything Remus wanted....
-=-
"What do you mean, just a pinch?" Harry questioned as he stood over the steaming cauldron, desperately trying to listen and follow each and every one of Snape's directions so that A) he did not upset the man and so that B) a batch of Wolfsbane potion was ready for Remus' next transformation.
Snape raised an eyebrow, "I hope I didn't stutter Potter. A pinch." Seeing that Harry was about to tip way too much of the herb into the cauldron, Snape walked around behind him, his chest rubbing against Harry's back as he reached around and guided Harry's hand, "Just a pinch." He murmured in Harry's ear, his hand gently tapping Harry's and causing a little of the herbs to pour into the potion. "Sometimes when you're making a potion you have to feel what you are doing. Textbooks, contrary to Miss Granger's belief, can't teach you everything."
Harry, however, knew that he was breaking his promise to pay attention, but he couldn't help it, with Snape practically surrounding him with his body, Harry wasn't able to pay a attention as he kept talking about the next few ingredients that they would be putting in to the potion. "Ah, Snape....Please don't get angry but... I didn't hear a word of what you just said."
Rolling his eyes, Severus steered Harry to a chair and began finishing the potion on his own, his hands confidently picking up countless herbs and tipping them him, one hand stirring while the other reached for another drop of this or that. Snape's movements were so measured and smooth that Harry was mesmerized by it. How come I've never noticed this before? Harry marveled as he watched his mate. This is... strangely erotic.
Seeing that the potion was finished, and hoping that he wasn't disrupting any post-potions ritual, Harry went over behind Snape and hugged the man from behind, "Didn't you mention something about switching positions?" Harry questioned in a sultry voice, almost embarrassed that he was saying such things, and to Snape of all people, but things were rapidly changing where he and Snape were concerned.
Severus certainly seemed to enjoy the idea as he moved his hips back against Harry, "Maybe I did." The Potions Master was sure that he had, but he wanted to know if Harry had really been listening back then. It had been their first time together, and Severus had not forgotten what a pleasant surprise Potter's body had been. Especially the way he arched his back.....
Harry reached around and rubbed Severus' erection through his robes, pleased that his mate was hard for him, "Well today is your day, mate," he nudged Severus in the direction of the bedroom. Harry had never been on top before, but it wasn't as if he didn't know what to do and he eagerly looked forward to seeing his proud mate, writhing beneath him and moaning for more.
The words caused a delicious shiver down Severus' spine and he was suddenly very glad that Harry had challenged Lucien and won. Severus decided that he was going to be completely submissive to Harry, only doing what he was instructed to do. Severus liked being controlled, but only when he trusted his partner. And, being the bloody Gryffindor that he was, Severus felt that if there was one person he could trust, it would be Harry Potter.
"Strip for me Severus." Harry commanded in a husky voice, pressing his arousal further against the tall man's backside.
Finding himself suddenly speechless (which was odd for the normally witty man) Severus nodded stepping away from Harry and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. With each button that was loosed more of the man's delicious white flesh was exposed, and Harry wondered if anyone had ever done this sort of thing with Snape before.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry watched, hungrily, as his mate cast the black shirt aside, and then, quite unsuspectingly, Severus ran a hand down his own chest, tracing his fingers over the muscle there before dropping his fingers to his belt. Oh Merlin. Apparently Severus was taking his command to 'strip' very seriously.
Slowly sliding his belt from his pants, Severus cast it aside as well before unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor, boxers and all. Harry felt his erection jump at the way Severus' own cock stood turgidly in attendance. Stepping out of his pants, Severus smirked at the expression on Harry's face, quite liking the appreciation that he saw in those emerald green eyes. Severus had never felt comfortable in his own body, but with Harry, he felt desirable.
Harry was beginning to get a tad impatient, but he tried to remind himself that this was for the Slytherin, not necessarily for himself. Still, he took his wand and tapped his body, allowing his clothes to disappear immediately, his erection calling to Severus' as they locked lustful eyes.
"Come sit." Harry said, not able to say much more with the way his mouth had suddenly gone dry.
Severus went to his mate, straddling Harry's waist with his legs as he sat, their erections rubbing between them. Both men moaned at the friction and Harry grabbed Severus' bum to hold him on his lap, their lips locking passionately, their tongues twisting and stroking, silk against satin.
Breaking the kiss, Harry sucked deliciously on Severus' smooth neck, causing the older man to throw his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape as he ran his long, delicate fingers through Harry's silky black hair. Reaching down between them, Harry stroked both of their cocks with one hand while biting lightly on Severus' skin, making the skin angry and red before licking over it with his tongue.
"Now Potter!" Severus had meant to allow Harry full control, but if they didn't head in the other direction immediately, Severus was going to come too soon.
Harry chuckled in Severus' ear, "Impatient are we?"
"Just fuck me!" Severus whispered desperately in Harry's ear, wiping the smile from Harry's face and nearly causing the Gryffindor to lose all restraint.
"On your knees." Harry said as he untangled himself from Severus' deliciously smooth body and watched as the man crawled on all fours to the center of the bed, his arse waiting.
"Coming Potter?" Severus called as he peeked over his shoulder.
"Oh, soon enough I can assure you." Harry said with a crooked grin as he picked his wand up and flicked it quickly, successfully lubing them both. Getting up on the bed behind Severus, Harry inserted a finger first, realizing quite quickly that Severus rarely allowed someone this honor, and it was probably because of his horrible experiences with Lucien. Slowly preparing Severus had the exact result that Harry was hoping for- driving Severus mad with need.
"Please." He begged softly, and it struck Harry oddly, because Severus shouldn't have to beg, the man was beautiful, powerful and always so in control. Harry never wanted to see Severus vulnerable or weakened. Bending over his lover, Harry murmured in his ear, "You never have to beg." Harry punctuated his words with a kiss to the neck.
Using a hand to guide himself, Harry slowly began sinking in to Severus, gasping at the hot tight muscle that wrapped around him. "Oh merlin, Sev." Harry breathed out, running a hand up Severus' back as he finished pushing in, up to the hilt in his lover.
Severus' hands clenched in the sheets, his eyes squeezed shut as a little whimper escaped from his pale lips, "I'm not hurting you am I?" Harry asked, suddenly worried that he'd done something wrong.
Pushing his hips back against Harry, Severus spoke in a rough voice, "More."
Smiling a bit, Harry took Severus' hips in his hands and withdrew before sliding deliciously back in, groaning at the sensation as he picked up a fast pace, the thought of Severus Snape beneath him driving his hips forward with force.
Reaching around, Harry began jerking Snape off in time with his thrust, knowing that neither would last long this time, but Harry was not disappointed, as this was their most passionate love-making yet. "Oh Severus!" Harry's eyes shut tightly as he came, his lover's body milking every last drop of semen from his cock as his hips continued to make long, deep thrust.
"Harry!" The scream of his mate's name surprised Severus as much as it surprised Harry, but the blinding orgasm that overcame Severus soon had him forgetting the incident as he collapsed onto the bed.
Pulling out and lying down beside of Severus, Harry laid on his back, panting for air as he studied the ceiling, and then he had another thought I never want to be without this man. That thought was enough to panic Harry a little, he'd never felt that way about someone before.
Seemingly coming out of his trance, Severus put an arm over Harry's waist and drew the man to his side, "Thank you." He murmured in Harry's ear as Harry brought a blanket up over their waist.
"You deserve to be treated good, Severus." Harry told Severus, stroking a finger down the older man's cheek, "I don't ever want to be without you." His voice was soft, quite contrary to the Harry Potter that had been running around lately, challenging vampires to duels and saving the life of a werewolf.
"Really?" Somehow they were bringing out the soft sides in each other, personalities that they rarely saw from the other.
"Really." Harry said wanting Severus to know that he wasn't just saying these things in the aftermath of passion.
Severus kissed Harry softly, "I'm glad that you are so sure."
"You're not?" Harry questioned, already beginning to regret his confession.
The Slytherin nearly shrugged, his voice indifferent, "They're just words to me. Lucien use to say things like that."
Harry linked their fingers, "Then I'll just have to prove it to you won't I?" He said stubbornly, obviously not afraid of a challenge.
Severus rolled his eyes, which was more like the normal Snape, "Stop being such a Gryffindor, and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow morning, you know, and if you're late Minerva and that centaur will be down here nagging me for not getting you up on time. As if I'm your baby-sitter."
Harry settled into the man's lean body, his arms circling the man's chest as he used Severus as a pillow, "Night." Severus merely grunted in reply, but Harry smiled all the same, figuring that he'd gotten all of the "sweetness" out of Severus that he would for the night.
-=-
"Potter, get up, now!" Severus barked, already half dressed, his eyes blazing and nearly burning a whole through Harry as the young vampire stretched languidly.
"Hm, what is it?" Harry rubbed his eyes before setting his glasses on his face and looking at the clock, "It's not time to get up yet."
"Get up idiot, Chesek and Vincente have been killed!" Severus spat going to the wardrobe and throwing it open. Pulling out a long black robe, Severus slipped into it quickly and began buttoning it up.
Harry stared at Severus for a moment as if not fully comprehending what the man had said. The House Master and Assistant House Master had been killed? How? By whom? What was going on? "How did you find out?" Harry asked as he finally left the bed and began dressing.
"Draco is in the common room." Severus said by way of explanation as he waited for Harry to finish dressing and then opened the door of the bedroom. Harry was surprised to see that Remus was also in the room, sitting calmly in a chair as Draco stood by the fire, obviously stressed.
"How did it happen Draco?" Severus questioned immediately.
Draco shook his head, "Chesek and Vincente were walking the perimeter of the House property and were attacked by Fenrir Greyback and another lycan. The House is in an uproar, so we'd better get there." When Remus stood Draco put up a hand, "You'd better stay here."
The look on the werewolf's face was that of hurt and Draco immediately added in, "It's just that you won't be safe there. With Chesek and Vincente being killed by werewolves, I doubt that Severus, Harry and I could keep you safe at the House." He put a hand to Lupin's waist and drew the man against him, nuzzling his neck affectionately, "You understand?"
Remus sighed, he was always being left out... He couldn't participate in public events because of his werewolf side and he couldn't go with Draco because of the vampire-werewolf feud. "I understand."
Harry felt that he should turn his head as Draco kissed Remus tenderly and murmured something in the tawny man's ear. Why couldn't he and Severus be like that? As evidence from earlier, if they did have a tender moment then it was marred by an argument, or some grudging feeling from the past.
Severus saw the look on Harry's face as he watched the other couple, and Severus knew that his young mate longed for that, but for Severus it just wasn't that simple. Somehow Draco and Remus had given up all past hatred and simply learned to love each other... how had they done it? What was the secret?
"Let's go then." Harry said suddenly, breaking the quiet little trance that everyone seemed to be in. Stepping to the fire, Harry put his arm around Severus' waist, knowing that he would transport them both in the same mysterious way that Draco vanished within the flames.
Draco sighed as he stepped back into the flames, his eyes on that of his saddened lover, "I'll be back soon." He told Remus before vanishing in the flames.
Arriving at the house was complete chaos, especially since the vampires rounded on Harry as soon as he stepped into the house, "It's him! He's the traitor! He's the one that helped that lycan!" The shouts were overwhelming and people were beginning to press in on him, separating him from Severus and Draco.
Getting irritated with the hot press of bodies, Harry yelled as he pulled out his wand, pointing it at the face closest, "STOP! I am not the traitor!" The vampires stilled at the sight of Harry's wand, they weren't stupid, they knew that he was the Dark Lord's downfall. "Now all of you, stop this madness! Your leaders are dead, you should be concentrating on unifying yourselves against Fenrir Greyback, not accusing each other!"
"Only a traitor would speak such nonsense." Lucien stepped forward, "Do not deny that your 'friend', is associated with Fenrir Greyback, he even aided the beast before the Dark Lord fell."
That was just the last straw for Harry and doing something that he rarely did, he used brute force as he grabbed Lucien by the collar, his vampire strength boosting him as he slammed the other man against the wall, "He was a spy for Dumbledore, you halfwit, and if I hear you say one more thing against him-"
"See! He defends the lycan yet again!" Harry knew that he was losing the trust of the vampires, as vampires did not go against each other, but he could tolerate Lucien no longer, "If you say another word....." Harry growled threateningly before casting a bind on Lucien.

It was Draco, as House Messenger, that stepped up, and when he raised his hands the House fell silent. While there were vampires much older and more experienced than Draco or Harry in the house, Draco and Harry had been chosen by Chesek, and both had proved their merit in being House Messenger and House Champion.
"The House Master should be Severus, as he is Alchemist and next in line." Draco announced as many of the vampires nodded their head in agreement, clapping their hands to show support of the Potions Master.

"I have no desire to be House Master." Severus said quietly, folding his arms over his chest and eyeing Lucien with a sneer. The crowd broke out in an uproar again at the man's refusal of the position.
Draco seemed to have trouble processing his next words, "Well then.. in that case, the next in line is Harry Potter, as House Champion ." The crowd really became restless. The vampires that were also wizards seemed to think the idea was at least plausible, after all, Harry Potter had been trained by Albus Dumbledore himself and he'd defeated the most powerful wizard in ages- Voldemort. The other vampires, however, roared their disapproval at such a young upstart taking control of a House that he barely knew anything about.
Not this again. Harry thought, not even sure if wanted to be the leader of a house of vampires, it seemed an awfully large responsibility and he wasn't even out of school yet! It seemed that whenever Harry thought his life was going to settle down he was thrown a curve and placed into leadership.

Using his wand to send up a shower of sparks, Draco demanded silence again, "All in favor of Harry Potter?"
Slowly hands began to raise, but Severus‘ did not. Harry passed the vote, but not by much, "Well then, we have a new House Master.. Harry Potter. And now, House Master, you need to choose an Assistant."
Harry turned towards Severus but the dark man shook his head, already declining the offer he knew that Harry would make, "Well in that case, I choose you Draco, to be my Assistant." This seemed to surprise Draco but the House all gave murmurs of acceptance. Harry was a Gryffindor, a born leader, but he didn't know nearly as much about being a vampire and the House as Draco did, it made sense to have the Malfoy by his side to help him.

It was Draco who spoke, "As soon as we can we'll find another House Champion and Messenger. Until then, none of you are to go investigating this problem on your own! We want to be sure of the facts before we go after Fenrir or any lycan!"

Some vampires had the decency to duck their heads, as if they'd been thinking of doing just that. The House began to disperse, although a large group of them lingered to discuss the strange turn of events. Some whispered that this had been a conspiracy since the beginning and that Potter was obviously behind it all. Others were relieved to have such capable wizards at the helm. Needing to get some space, and a little cool air to help him think clearly, Harry strode from the House, Snape and Draco on his heels.
As soon as the three were alone, Severus rounded on Harry, "You sodding Gryffindor, do you realize what you've done? The responsibilities that you have taken upon yourself by becoming the House Master? Do you have to be such a bloody hero all the time?!"
Harry was not in the mood for Snape's tongue, "I can't help it, that's just who I am! If you don't like it then find another mate!" He snapped in annoyance.
Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Find another mate? Maybe I'll do just that!" He hissed.
"Fine!" Harry roared, spinning on heel and storming off.
Growling Snape turned and stalked off. It was going to be an unfortunate thing for the person that crossed his path.
Draco, on the other hand, had been standing between the two men and now felt completely awkward over witnessing the entire thing. I wonder if it's safe to bring Remus here, now that I am Assistant House Master? No one would dare touch my lycan. Draco left, fully intending on asking Harry... as soon as the man calmed down a bit.
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"Find another mate!" Severus spat as he paced the confines of the common room back at Hogwarts, Remus was sitting in a nearby chair, having listened to the entire story from Severus' point of view, which was rather interesting the werewolf had to admit.
"I don't think he meant it, Severus." Remus said simply, intrigued at the emotion Snape was showing.
"Then why did he say it?" Severus demanded, turning and staring at Remus as if hoping to pry the answers from the pale man's brain.
"Because he was angry and hurt that you did not support his decision. Harry makes decisions based on what his heart feels is right, and for you to question that, is to question Harry's very person. It is just his nature to want to set things right. I am sure that Harry does not want to be the leader, he's never wanted that, but if being the leader is what it takes to unify and save your vampire House, then that is what he will do. He's a Gryffindor, Severus, you're going to have to learn to love that part of him as well."
Snape halted in his pacing, "Who said that I loved him to begin with?"
"Don't you?" Remus said, although it was more of a statement than a question.

Snape refused to take the werewolf's bait, "No I do not love that insolent prat, he has been nothing but a pain in my side since the day he was born!" And then something terrible happened, and Snape immediately wished that he could swallow the words back down into his throat.
"I am glad to know how you feel so that I will not waste further time on you." Harry's voice was soft and barely controlled, and Severus' heart sunk to the floor as he turned and watched Harry retreat to his bedroom.
Remus sat quietly, saddened that Harry had come in on the wrong end of the conversation. The lycan knew that Severus loved Harry, or else the man would not be wearing such a heartbroken look on his face.
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