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Blood Bond	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26185 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter Eight: Thin Line between Love and Hate

When Harry finally came to, he was laying still naked from the previous night's excursions in what he only concluded to be Snape's bed. Light was filtering through a window on the opposite side of the room, so Harry was made aware of the morning hour. While last night ended in quite a dramatic way, the morning came with no interest.

Harry was alone. He reached to the side table next to the bed and removed his spectacles. Placing them on the ridge of his nose and bending to sit up, he was also made aware of how sore he felt. Every movement protested with a sharp pain, and he had to get up as slowly as possible to avoid furthering the injury.

Despite the pain, he could not help but feel relief as it was just a reminder that the night before was not, in fact, a dream. It took every conscious thought to keep from remembering it, however, since he felt modesty and embarrassment creep into his very soul at the way he had pleaded and cried for Snape to take him, enough so that even with that small memory, he felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

Shaking the thought, he bent to his torn and discarded clothing. Casting a repair spell, he gingerly put them on, doing his best to restrict his movements. The pain he felt in his rump was enough to make anyone feel dizzy and nauseous every time it occurred.

"Finally awake I see," Snape said as he entered the room with a tray of breakfast items. He set the platter on the side table where Harry's glasses had been. Taking a moment to take in the sight of Snape, Harry took a biscuit from the platter and began to eat. After a bite, he felt his stomach begin to turn and was forced to put it down.

"I have a remedy for the pain," Snape announced as he grabbed a vial from a desk at one corner of the room. He briskly walked the short distance to Harry and handed him the vial, making sure that their fingers were not to touch.

Harry's eyes danced over Snape's face. His eyes were shimmering in the morning light and he could see hints of brown within the orbs. His hair was smoothed back into a pony-tail, which carried a humorous note, since Harry never imagined the man to model himself after Lucius Malfoy. Snape was wearing a dressing robe colored with fine, emerald silk and silver trimming. His chest pocket was marked with an elegantly written 'S.' Snape's face was visibly younger and healthier, despite its usual pale color.

Harry was at a loss of words at how breathtakingly beautiful Snape was. He seemed aglow in the morning light. However, he shook away his awe and quickly drank the potion that had been handed to him. Despite the bitter taste, the potion was relieving and instantly he felt much better. He returned to the platter to finish his biscuit and another two items, including a large stack of pancakes. After he was finished, he noticed that Snape was sitting on the bed, watching him without emotion.

He felt suddenly aware of the empty air that hung between them. It was as if nothing had occurred. It then left a question.

"That feeling," Harry began.

Snape held up a hand leaving the question on Harry's breath. "As you have probably noticed Potter, you do not feel or sense the urge to be drawn to me. This is a result of our joining last night. Be assured, those feelings will return when it once more needs to be fulfilled. However, a simple feeding will suffice."

Harry was left speechless. It had not occurred to him that everything he felt would slip away after the simple, well he should say difficult, task of joining. The blush returned to his cheeks as images of Snape above him, sweating and thrusting inside him, began to filter through. He turned away to grab the glass on the breakfast tray. He sipped the liquid keeping his body turned away from said person now haunting his thoughts.

"Well that's good." He said idly as he took another sip.

"Mm," he heard Snape return though very unlike him to do so.

Harry turned around to see Snape still staring his direction. "What about the bonding? Will it be similar to…"

He trailed off feeling the question causing too many embarrassing images to filter once more through his thoughts. Despite all his efforts, he could not forget the way the pain intermixed with pleasure had made him feel and ache to feel again. His breathing became shallow, and he had to close his eyes to calm down his overly sensitive teenage hormones.

"In some ways, it will. However, much more must be done whilst in the act in order for the bonding to be sealed. In example, I must drink from you at the moment of penetration after of which I must say an incantation that will connect both body and magic." Harry turned his questioning eyes staring into those of his indifferent counterpart. Snape did not seem much changed from last night aside from his physical attributes. Harry was once more reminded of his fears that Snape felt nothing for him, but he quickly pushed them down. He had made a silent agreement that he would just be content with the bonding and never hope or wish for more.

However, he could not suppress the disappointment that overcame him at the thought that such passion that had transpired between them was nothing more than a blood bond that was fated. He soon realized that his face did not hide his streaming thoughts. He caught Snape's eyes with his and was now struck with guilt as Snape's answering glare made him all too aware at what he displayed.

"Do I dare ask why you look so disappointed?" Snape's words conveyed his obvious anger.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about not being able to see Ron as often," he lied with conviction. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to know how he truly felt. Soon however, Snape would be able to read his thoughts, and then he would have much more to worry about. "I don't really believe that Ron will be convinced that its to keep an eye on me for a potion that happened a few weeks ago."

The lie worked. Snape seemed to nod his head in agreement. "As I was already prepared, you may express to Mister Weasley and Miss Granger that the Headmaster has asked that you stay with me as to continue your lessons for your battle with the Dark Lord as well as for protection. Nothing more should be discussed; is that understood?"

It wasn't really a question as Harry already knew. "Yes, sir"

The better part of the day was spent making up class work from his previous "illness." He sat jotting down notes and verses for assignments his professors had given him to make up his missed work. It was close to seven by the time he had taken a break from it. He stretched his sore limbs. His back protested with a sharp pang that ran the length of his spine. He held it, groaning inwardly. Next time, he would do his assignments at a desk.

Snape had been gone most of the day as he had classes to teach and potions to make for the infirmary. Harry was glad for it. The morning had been awkward enough, and he was glad to put all his focus into his make-up work. Now that he had a moment, he finally allowed the thoughts begin to dart into his head about the bonding.

He vaguely recalled what he had read about on the effects of bonding, but he was sure that the bond would be a mutual share of powers. Neither would have what the other did not. That much he knew. However, something did still plague him despite every effort to repress the feeling. He wondered if what he felt for Snape was truly love. As the muggles say, 'there is a thin line between love and hate.'

The strong emotions he felt were hard to discern and he knew he would have to think more on the subject when he had the ability. As his mind began to dizzy down, Snape walked through the doorway holding a stack of parchments probably needing to be graded. Harshly, added Harry's brain with a small smile touching his lips.

That smile dissipated as soon as it arrived when Snape made no move to speak to Harry and immediately removed himself from the room to hide away in his personal quarters. Harry watched the door that Snape had just walked through with glazed eyes. The air between them felt cold and empty as it had this morning. Harry found himself missing the overwhelming feeling to be near the man, and his wanting turned into self-hatred. As much as he wanted to convince himself that what he felt was nothing more than a strong attachment to the feelings that were forced on him, he even still felt them when nothing hung between them.

How could you love and hate someone so much? Harry was sure there was a madness associated with it. He would have to be on guard since once bonding took place, he would have every one of these thoughts read and understood by said person. Dread overtook self-hatred and he hid his face away in his hands.

He shook away the thoughts that began to swirl and make his stomach clench and turn. He gathered up his work and quickly walked the distance to his own room. As he began to open his door, he felt a breath touch his neck. Harry turned, his eyes searching. The room was empty, but he could feel someone's eyes on him. He breathed again and out of the shadows stepped Lucius Malfoy.

Snape had done everything he could to keep his mind on tasks only and not a certain emerald eye Golden Boy. He had promised himself to keep away while he could. The urges of before were not intoxicating, so it was easily done. He had spoken with Dumbledore earlier that evening, and received a knowing smile and congratulations. He would have spit on the man if he did not feel a mirrored smile forming on his own despite his reluctance to acknowledge what it meant. Dumbledore seemed to always have a way underneath his skin.

'A task, in which he does proudly,' Snape thought with a coupled sneer.

The day had mostly been uneventful for which he was grateful despite his many run-ins with inconsiderate brats. He was sure they would be the end of him. If not them, then certainly…

Potter was sitting in the living area surrounded by parchments. Snape could feel the concentration clouding the air which bemused him. He would have never thought the Potter child to actually do work. Of course, he was made mistaken on several occasions-something he would not openly admit however.

He did not feel the urge to speak to the boy. Enough had been said and he was ready to retire to a night full of dim-witted student essays in which he subjected himself the torture to punish his runaway feelings and actions. 'Consider it restitution for all my wrong-doing,' he thought melodramatically.

Without a backwards glance to Potter, he locked himself away in his personal quarters.

Harry's breath escaped, and he was caught in a bewilderment that overtook every muscle in his body. The man easily closed the distance between them, his eyes searching over the boy with a glint of mischief.

"What do we have here? Mister Potter, I believe you must be lost," he said through a sneer. His hair was elegantly pulled back, glinting in the moonlight filtering from the far corner window. He was wearing his usual aristocratic garments as well as his ever present cane. He stood with both hands on the ball of the staff, his lips pulled into a thin line.

Harry recovered quickly, his eyes determined and angry. "I should be asking you that. What do you want?"

Lucius made a noise of disappointment. "Why such conviction on an old friend, Potter?"

Lucius' voice hissed a hint with each appraising word. Harry held his ground as the man moved closer still, his body mere inches and towering over Harry's. Despite his determination to appear brave, he could feel his skin prickle and his body shiver. Lucius seemed to notice this and leered in, his hand touching Harry's exposed arm.

"Don't touch me," Harry said pulling his arm away from the touch. He pulled out his wand.

"Enough Potter," Snape said as he entered the room. His face was masked in its usual indifference. He turned to his long-time friend and enemy with a courteous bow. His senses screamed to attack the man for touching his property, but he held back with every reserve he had established throughout his years as an apprentice to the Dark Lord.

"Ah, Severus," Lucius said walking to Snape and leaving Harry standing where he was still shaking in his anger, or was it anticipation of a situation.

"I see that in your time away you acquired a pet," he said with an answering smirk made in Harry's direction. His fists balled around his wand and sliced crescent cuts into the palms of his hand. If there was anyone that he would never love and true passions of hate were to describe, it would be Lucius Malfoy.

"A request made by the Headmaster," Snape said with a dismissive hand. "He has asked I watch over his most precious Golden Boy. Potter, go."

Snape glared his direction, and Harry felt his anger boil from his chest into his throat. "Why do I have to leave?"

Snape was in front of him within moments, "Do not question me, Potter. Go."

Harry glared at the man who stood much taller than he. When Snape's eyes left no room for argument, he turned on his heels and slammed the door behind him. He threw himself onto the bed and buried his face into the pillow. Voices could not be heard, and Harry only assumed that they had cast a silencing charm in order to keep Harry from overhearing.

Harry felt the anger rolling over in his stomach and it made him dizzy. Finally, after he had let his anger calm, he slipped easily into sleep. A small passing wonder of how Snape was going to talk himself out of this one.

When morning came, Harry quickly gathered up his previous nights' work and did a quick wash of his face and hair. He was resolute to not focusing on what had conspired between Lucius and him. He rushed out of his bedroom, quickly making his way to the dinner hall. He did not stop to check for Snape on his way out. The man infuriated him after what had happened. Snape treated him with such idle coldness and had before Lucius had even shown his face.

What was Snape playing at? He had begun to feel like his future was just as cold and dark as what he saw each night when he dreamt. Death would not come soon enough, he thought with a bite to his tongue. His eyes carried dark rings beneath him since he hadn't slept with ease last night.

"Harry!" Hermione called from halfway down the hallway. Harry smiled despite his current anger at his old friend. "Where have you been? The Headmaster told us that you were ill and Ron said you were not in the infirmary."

Harry sighed, "I was not ill. I'll tell you when we have a moment to ourselves."

She nodded curtly. She knew too well when a conversation called for a private place, just the three of them.

"Where is Ron?" Harry asked looking around at the gathering students.

"He had to run off to the library," she said with a small smile. "As hard as it is to imagine him in a library for anything more than to visit a friend, he needs to check out research material for Potion's class."

"Research material?" Harry questioned. He never remembered hearing of a Potion's assignment. Of course, Snape hadn't been very chatty after the night of…

His mind trailed off and he shook away the memories of their passion. His anger grumbled in his stomach.

"Ron had an incident in class that earned him a ten-foot essay on procedure of a heavy sleeping draught. He has to have it turned in by tomorrow," she said with a small sigh.

Harry only nodded his head. He knew how Snape could easily demand such things of them. He did not look forward to seeing him today. He spent the better part of his morning convincing himself that he did not care about the man and that he was only bonding to gain an advantage to Voldemort.

After breakfast was eaten, Harry headed to his first class paying very little attention to the surrounding students. After turning in the respective parchments, he hurried to the next few classes to do the same. When lunched rolled in, Harry noticed that Snape was still missing from the head table. Earlier, he had noticed that he had been absent but resolved it to be the man's usual demeanor. Snape did not much care to be at breakfast and only appeared for lunch and dinner as to be courteous to Dumbledore.

Harry ignored his disappointment bellying in his stomach. He did not want to see Snape, he told himself.

Finally, evening came and still Snape was nowhere to be found. He finally convinced himself it was his business and made his way to Dumbledore's office. He knocked curtly and waited as the man charmed the door open. He stepped inside, a look of discomfort apparent on his face.

"Ah Harry, so good of you to visit. I was just about to ask you to come," Dumbledore said with an ushering of his hand for Harry to sit.

Harry sat down and took one of the candies that Dumbledore offered, tasting its sweet, yet sour taste. He finished the treat and looked on the older man with concern.

"I assume you have questions," Dumbledore stated with a matter-of-factly tone. "I was made aware of Lucius Malfoy's visit last night, and I assume you would like to know what came of that."

Harry nodded, relieved that Dumbledore was already aware of what occurred.

"Professor Snape was called away and will be back tomorrow evening," he said with a small smile. "He was asked to explain his current circumstances to the Dark Lord, something that is not an easy task. Lucius Malfoy was made to understand that under my jurisdiction, you were to stay with Professor Snape. However, convincing Mister Malfoy is easy done, the Dark Lord, however, requires much more than a simple explanation. As such, we have postponed the bonding until next week. When Professor Snape returns, he will require…"

Harry watched as Dumbledore's face saddened slightly, "a recovery period. As I am sure you understand, during this time we will be returning you to Gryffindor tower."

Harry felt his heart clench. He was sure he would be relieved that he would be returning to Gryffindor tower, but his mind and body felt otherwise. He shook off his growing uneasiness.

"I understand," he responded curtly.

"Very good, my boy. I have had your things returned to the tower ,and you will be staying there tonight until the bonding takes place." Dumbledore stood and Harry followed. They walked together to the door. Harry felt the question form on his lips.

"Will Snape be okay?"

"To be sure, Harry. No need to be worried," he said with a smile that relieved only a little of Harry's uneasiness. This is what he had wanted. He had wanted to be away from the man to be able to get his head together. He did not want to be pulled into another rush of emotions and he was sure it would if he were to be around him anymore than he already was.

He smiled at Dumbledore one last time before leaving the office and walking the path to Gryffindor tower.

"Hello mate," Ron said as he looked up from a book he had been reading. Harry laughed inwardly. Ron reading was certainly something to find funny. His perplexed look of pure confusion was enough to make even the most controlled fall into a giggle. He had missed his best friend, and it was a relief to finally speak to someone without worrying about loss of control.

"Hey Ron," Harry said taking a seat next to his friend. "Are these the books for your ten-foot parchment?"

"Yeah," Ron said with a groan. "But I have a week to do it since Snape will be gone."

Harry laughed as Ron made the 'score' gesture. Certainly, Ron needed an entire week to just read the book, not to mention an essay as well. He shook his head and glanced over. Ron had drawn a few figures at the corners of the page. The little creatures blew fire and beat each other with sticks.

"I got this pen," he showed Harry said pen. "It makes whatever you draw come to life. Wicked right?"

Harry laughed once more as he nodded his head. Ron was always finding ways of keeping himself entertained. He was not surprised to find he had now another way.

"Definitely," he said shortly. "Guess you have been busy, eh?"

"Yeah," Ron said with a grin. "Where have you been mate?"

"Dumbledore has asked that Snape continue my Occulmency lessons," Harry said faking an eye roll.

"That's brutal, mate. You have to stay with Snape? Isn't that against the rules," Ron said with a perplexed face.

"Yes, so don't tell anyone. I have to, but for right now, I'll be staying in Gryffindor tower until Snape heals," Harry said letting the words slip. He mentally berated himself on letting it slip that Snape was going to be hurt.

To his relief, his friend did not catch on to what had been said. "That's total bullocks. Snape will kill you in your sleep, mate."

"No doubt," Harry said with a small sigh. "Happy to have the encouragement."

Ron grinned sheepishly. It was too often that they had problems that Harry was faced with. Ron was the only person whom made him feel everything would turn out okay. Harry suddenly felt tired and waved his friend goodbye on his textbook ventures.

"Let Hermione know," Harry added before heading up the stairs. It was going to be a long week.
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