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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: Okay, before I get knocked down by those of you who’ve read the books and memorized every little detail, I know that Malfoy’s mother never actual incurred a life debt from her actions, but for the story, she did. Bases covered.
As always, thank you to everyone who reviewed. A special shout out to nightCat09 who made me feel very good about myself (and sort of guilty for not finishing my other stories). All my stories I write with the intention to finish, however, sometimes the writer’s block is too hard to work through. I’m hopefully motivated enough to finish Dark Temptations after this story. Not sure about the others, but thank you for your review!
Warning: Verbal knockdown to the Royal Pratness and some super mushy romantic displays of affection and of course, drama, drama, drama.
Chapter Eight
*
“Life debt to whom exactly?” Severus asked seriously.
Malfoy had straightened, easing into the room with purpose. “With Harry Potter of course. My mother’s actions saved him from Voldemort and managed to secure a life debt in the process. I will be calling upon the life debt in my mother’s stead as she is no longer with us.”
“I presume you have yet to go through the proper channels with your request,” Severus replied, eyes having become unfathomably darker with the announcement. Malfoy made to speak, but Severus was not finished, and his voice cut through like a cold winter wind. “Because if you had, you would have come here with an official document and an official representative to serve as a witness. You would have then stated the condition that said life debt was created in, how you came to have authority over it, and finally, in what facet you saw fit to have it returned. Being a representative of the Ministry, I had thought you informed in such matters. So where are they?”
Malfoy faltered under the intense aura the other wizard was producing.
“The papers, Draco. Where are the papers to state you have official claim over your mother’s life debt to Harry?”
“I have not received them as of yet,” Malfoy responded coolly but from the slight perspiration on his brow, he was obviously anxious. “However, when I do, I will use the life debt to ensure Potter’s bonding to me.”
Severus was chuckling but it held no mirth and resonated through the air like death. “Ah, well then, I see you are even more foolish than I first credited you.” Severus had stepped mere inches from Malfoy, his height only slightly more, but his overall demeanor what gave him the assured victory. “If you had gone through the proper channels, you would have been notified that Harry is already bonded.”
“To whom?” Malfoy asked incredulously. “No matter, a bond is easily severed.”
Severus’ look had become deadly as he regarded his godson. Harry felt the heavy, stagnant air around them permeate with the man’s fury.
“To me, Draco.”
Malfoy instantly blanched with the statement. “W-what?”
“Yes, it would seem you have underestimated your opponent. Very foolish of you. I had thought you might be intelligent enough to heed my warning, but it would seem your punishment was not sufficient. Easily remedied.” The dark glinting of the Potion’s Master’s eyes caused Harry to internally quiver. He may not like Malfoy, but he didn’t think the other wizard deserved to die over this. He moved to step between the two men but was stalled as Severus seemed to gather his slipping control. “However, it is of little consequence. As you well know, an aeternum bond is one that you cannot and will not succeed in breaking.”
“You two share an aeternum bond?” Malfoy asked as his eyes turned towards Harry with disbelief. “But…those…”
“Are very rare,” Severus supplied, looking as though he had calmed at least some of his earlier rage. “A life debt is only procured towards bonding when the subject in which it has been required is not in an unbreakable bond. So, even should you find the proper documentation to call upon it, you will be unable to use it in such a fashion. As I believe our business is finished, get out of my sight,” Severus emphasized the last five words of his sentence with a near hiss.
Having been officially undermined by Severus’ speech, Malfoy could do little else but leave. It was quite the image, and if Malfoy had a tail, it would be without a doubt tucked up tightly between his legs. Harry wanted to laugh but decided that it wasn’t worth getting Severus angry over. Instead, he turned towards his older mate and questioned him with a small look of concern.
Easily closing the distance in only a few strides, Severus pulled Harry into a tight embrace and pressed a kissed to the dark mess about Harry’s head. “I may have underestimated Draco’s determination to have you.”
“Why does he want me anyway? I thought he hated me,” Harry asked, voice muffling against the muscular chest of his counterpart.
Severus’ arms tightened impossibly around him, stealing away his ability to breathe. “I am not entirely sure. Draco unfortunately is quite a gifted Occulmens. I will discover his purpose, be sure, but until that time I ask that you are never alone with him and any interactions you are required to have are with supervision.”
Like a child. Harry wanted to sigh but knew ultimately that the older wizard was right to request it. He didn’t trust Malfoy. There was something sinister about this pursuit he had to bond with Harry. The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck were standing on end as he pondered what the blonde wizard could possibly obtain by bonding to him.
Harry finally sighed out his anxiety and turned his gaze back upwards towards his mate. “Draco must have some sort of death wish…going against you twice.”
Severus’ rage dissipated and was replaced with amusement. “He is a very foolish boy. His entire life has consisted of him procuring whatever he desires. Quite the spoilt child, but it was the Malfoy way.”
Harry tried to quash down the sudden jealous feeling in his chest at the slight note of affection in Severus’s voice. Battling to repress his envy of the royal prat, Harry said, “I may not like Malfoy, but he’s your godson, and I wouldn’t want to cause strife between you two.”
“You are mistaken,” Severus replied seriously, losing the previous amusement. “This is in no way your responsibility. Draco has caused this problematic situation by his own foolishness to have his way. Should he continue to pursue you despite what I have imparted onto him this very day, then anything he chooses to do afterwards will be of no consequence to you.”
“But he’s your family, Severus. Like…Sirius had been mine,” Harry said softly as tears prickled at his eyes. “Look, whatever it is, it’s not enough to ruin a relationship over. Malfoy may be an arrogant prat deserving of all the punishment you give him and more, but I won’t be the reason that you ultimately banish him from your life, okay?”
Harry fought against the heat in his chest. He wasn’t saying pretty words while believing otherwise. Harry knew how he had felt about his godfather – how he still felt – and how their relationship was the closest to family he had ever experienced until Severus; so the very idea that he might inadvertently destroy that for Severus was unthinkable. He refused to partake in it and would even suffer through Malfoy’s presence and irritatingly arrogant attitude to make sure that Severus never had to choose between them.
It may have been presumptuous, but Harry felt that if he didn’t say so, there would be a chance it could truly happen. So, putting aside how uneasy it made him, he addressed the man with an intense expression and waited for Severus to respond.
“As infuriatingly selfless as always,” Severus finally said with a small smile that tugged at Harry’s core. “However, it would perplex me should you say otherwise. I will strive to keep my relationship with Draco, but I will not forgive these transgressions lightly and certainly not in the near future.”
“But you will forgive them,” Harry asked with a small look of reproach.
Severus sighed heavily, dropping his arms from around Harry only to place them on his upper arms. “Yes. Eventually I must as I have neither the patience nor tolerance to handle some self-sacrificing Gryffindor to whom I just recently bonded prostrate himself in hopes of repairing my relationship with an equally irritating godson.”
“Yeah, can’t have that,” Harry teased with a self-satisfied grin.
“Must you always have your way?” Severus asked rhetorically, pulling away and heading towards their shared bedroom.
Harry followed after him, needing to fully wash their previous coupling from his body. “Only most of the time. I will have you know that I concede defeat to you much more than I have anyone else. You are a very stubborn man.”
“Hardly,” Severus argued as he headed towards the lavatory. Harry stopped, deciding he would let the older wizard go first. “Why have you stopped?” Severus asked as he opened the door to the lavatory.
“Oh,” Harry said as his head jerked towards Severus. “You can go first.”
Severus watched him with a small twitch of his lips. “I assure you that my lavatory is large enough to accommodate us both.”
What?! Harry looked at the man incredulously. “Pardon?”
Severus closed the short distance between them, wrapping a long fingered hand around his bicep, and led him forward into the bathroom. “Allow me to assist you in washing the remnants of our previous activities.”
Oh Merlin. Harry squeaked as he was stripped instantly of his clothes and then pelted with hot water that instantly reddened his skin. However, it hardly bothered him. He was more interested in the pale, muscular form of his mate. Severus had a very nice body for someone that looked like he was as skinny as he was pale. The older wizard was skinny, but not in the way Harry had first thought.
Severus’ body was angular: small hips that were firm with muscle, and a torso that was dramatically wider towards his shoulders, defined by shapely pectoral and abdominal muscles. It was rather alarming how incredible the man’s physique was in his older age. Most of it wasn’t achieved lightly, and Harry briefly wondered if Severus did extracurricular sports or exercise that helped obtain such definition.
The mattering of scars was a bit disconcerting but expected. Someone didn’t spy on old Snake-Face and not have scars to show for it. If his visions from the past were anything to go by, it was incredible that the man wasn’t more disfigured. Of course, it had always seemed that Voldemort held Severus in a high regard. None of that mattered anymore, however.
Harry leaned forward and found one of the more painful looking scars, pressing his lips over it as if to kiss away the pain that had no doubt resulted when it was first received. He followed it, pressing kisses here and there, touching every scar he found and attempting to pay them just as much attention as the first until he had straightened to his full height. A hand cradled his chin gently, angling it upwards to his bonded.
Harry could feel the confliction of emotion in the bond. Severus was feeling an array of emotions that made Harry’s chest to once more clench with concern. He wanted to ease the phantom pain even just a little and this action had caused his older counterpart to become increasingly uncomfortable with the attention.
“Sorry,” Harry whispered and attempted to pull away.
Severus stopped the action, sandwiching Harry between his body and the shower wall. “Mistaken once again, though I should hardly be surprised. You were never very adept at reading subtle facial expressions.”
“I don’t think anyone can read your subtle facial expressions, Severus,” Harry breathed as the close proximity was resurfacing desires that he had believed were satiated enough with their previous encounter.
“That is merely an excuse,” Severus taunted as he drew closer, practically molding himself against Harry. “With enough tutelage, even you could have a basic understanding.” Harry wasn’t sure if that was an insult or not – more than likely it was – but he found he couldn’t care at the moment.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Harry to think long enough and coherently enough to come up with a witty enough retort to his mate who easily outmatched him in this particular game. Severus was no doubt aware of his reaction since it was already poking the man in his thigh. Harry gasped sharply when said thigh moved just barely, enough however to make shocks of pleasure run from his groin.
“Although nothing about you is ever subtle, is it,” Severus said, emphasizing his point with another brush to Harry’s prick. Groaning, Harry couldn’t find it in him to feel insulted. It was pretty much true that everything he felt, wanted, needed was written all over his face.
Harry really was a simpleton; he could barely contain his desire, and it was frustrating to say the least. He absently wondered if Snape was at all affected by their bond because Harry had nearly gone from virgin saint to wanton whore overnight.
His eyes shuddered closed when he felt the familiar heat of Severus’ lips on his own. He opened his mouth, welcoming the invasion of the other wizard’s tongue. A hand snaked between them and forced their equally hard and throbbing pricks together; the friction of it was nearly too much for his over-sensitized state.
Jerking his hips, Harry sought the delicious friction and earned a groan from his tall counterpart. Severus’ hand kept their erections together while the other squeezed Harry’s backside in time with his thrusts. Their breaths mingled hotly between them as Harry focused his efforts on the delectable sensations the friction was creating. It wasn’t long before he was coming, spurting hot liquid between them.
Severus doubled his efforts, thrusting so hard into Harry that he was nearly drilling him into the wet shower stone. He groaned as his body trembled with so much sensation it was almost painful. He didn’t have to suffer long as Severus kissed him passionately while shooting white tendrils all over Harry’s torso.
“Well that’s one way to wash, I guess,” Harry rasped as the other wizard pulled away and allowed the spray of the shower to wash away all evidence of what they had done. Harry shivered as the other wizard dragged him into the spray afterwards and helped wash away his seed from Harry’s torso.
*
They spent the remainder of their evening preparing for tomorrow’s lessons. Harry suddenly understood why Severus was so irritated all the time. There was little time for anything else. After preparing well into the night, Harry dragged himself groggily to their large bed and nearly fell into it, caring little for how childish an action it was.
“Very mature, Harry,” Severus said at the other side of the bed, cradling a book in one of his hands.
Harry grinned sheepishly. “I knew you would think so. What are you reading?”
Severus peered over the top of his book at Harry as he threw off his jumper and threw it carelessly over his shoulder. Severus sneered in disgust. “Nothing you would find interest in.” Severus set aside his book and pulled Harry roughly over, ignoring Harry’s demand of what the man was doing, and magically removed his remainder of his clothes save his underwear. “Are you a child? Use magic. Why do you insist on discarding your clothes like some sort of…muggle?”
“Because I was raised by them,” Harry argued back but still cuddling into the taller wizard’s side. “Besides, I like to do things without magic. I really never use magic unless there is no other way.”
“Why ever not?” Severus asked incredulously.
Harry sighed. No one of born in the wizarding world understood his desire for normalcy. “Does it really matter? It’s not like its affecting you in any way. Don’t you find it alluring when I take it off piece by piece?” He waggled his eyebrows at the older wizard only to receive a swat to his bum. “Ow, that hurts.”
“And so do your poor attempts at seduction,” Severus retorted in kind.
Harry frowned. “You don’t find my eye waggle sexy? How dare you.” He bit his lip to keep from smiling, but it was useless when his older counterpart tightened his lips in distaste. “Oh come off it. That was adorable.”
“Your opinion varies greatly from my own.”
“Humorless git.”
“Unappealing brat.”
Harry scoffed, determining that he could see if this tall, expressionless wizard was, against all odds, ticklish. He skimmed his fingers over the exposed skin in the vee of the man’s robe. Severus easily imprisoned his wrists before he could make his attempt however.
“I hope you are not seriously considering attempting to discover if I am ticklish, Harry.”
“And if I was?” Harry questioned petulantly.
Severus’ eyes danced with challenge. “I would then warn you explicitly that such an action shall be returned a hundredfold.” Harry was suddenly very scared by the glint in the older wizard’s eyes.
“You can’t,” Harry nearly squeaked. He was incredibly ticklish.
“Oh but I will,” Severus promised as his other hand immediately sought to do just that. Harry cried out and spent the next ten minutes pleading for the man to have mercy on him.
*
When there was finally a lull in his lessons, Harry wrote back to his two friends, smiling as he thought through the time he first arrived until now. He decided to keep the stuff about Malfoy and Oliver to himself – it wouldn’t do to have them upset over something that may turn into nothing.
Malfoy had been gone since that night he had attempted to use his mother’s life debt on Harry. Harry was glad for the reprieve. He wasn’t sure how he could face the blonde wizard after so many apparent attempts to bond with him. Hexing Severus’ godson didn’t feel right anymore, but he was sure to do it if Malfoy tried anything again.
A soft knock came at his door before Oliver Wood was peeking through the small opening. The Scottish wizard smiled. “Hi there, Harry.”
“Oliver,” he greeted with his own smile and motioned to the chair. “What brings you to my office?”
“Well, I…uh…heard about your recent bonding,” Oliver said rather sheepishly and rubbed nervously at the back of his head. “Since I am sure Professor Snape hates me now, I figured I would at least offer my congratulations to you. I hadn’t, uh, realized the two of you were…”
Harry was tempted to laugh as Oliver searched for the right word. “It’s okay, really. You didn’t know better and your invitations were innocent anyway. I’m sorry about Severus.” For a lot of things Oliver probably didn’t know were the sadistic potion’s professor’s doing.
“No, it’s fine, really. He was right,” Oliver admitted while his cheeks turned pinkish. “I was sort of…well, hoping that I could…” Oliver attempted to recover coherency but was failing miserably. Harry offered him a confused smile. “Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? Anyway, I am happy for you.”
“Thank you,” he responded graciously. “So—“
“Am I interrupting?” a voice inquired from beyond Oliver. The voice was singular in its announcement and quite identifiable it would seemed by Oliver instantly stiffening in his chair. “Wood,” Severus greeted as he strolled in as if he owned the very room. “I see that you are in good health. I had wondered as I saw very little of you the past week.”
Oliver swallowed audibly before standing from his chair as if he had sat on a pin. “P-professor Snape. I was, uh, just offering my congratulations on your bonding,” Oliver stuttered nervously. “I was just about to leave actually…”
“I see,” Severus responded coolly. “We are grateful for your congratulations. Harry and I.”
Harry frowned at the connotation in the man’s words. He had to hold back from smiling when he realized that he had never thought Severus would be so prone to jealousy.
“Oh, uh, sure,” Oliver babbled in response. “See ya, Harry.”
“We’ll get those drinks soon,” Harry offered smiling, knowing without a doubt Severus was sure to be wearing one very scary looking expression.
Oliver’s face paled as he gazed from Harry and then back to Severus. “Uh, I’m probably going to be rather busy, you know, with the students for a while…”
“How unfortunate,” Severus replied sarcastically. “Well, we should not keep you,” Severus stated evenly.
Oliver said nothing else before leaving them. Severus threw up strong silencing and locking charms as soon as the other wizard left.
“Do you really have to be such a git? He was saying congratulations. You didn’t have to make it seem like he was guilty of anything more than that.” Harry had returned to his chair, taking a small sip of his tea.
Severus sat opposite of him with not so much as an inkling of remorse. “My apologies.”
Harry huffed a small laugh before shaking his head. “So did you need me for something, or were you merely hoping to accomplish scaring Oliver into a new pair of trousers?”
“While Wood was a welcomed treat, I did actually have business with you. It would seem that Draco has been using his connections to attempt to use his mother’s life debt in her stead. An associate of mine has retrieved the document he submitted, and I fear hexing him will not suffice for what he means to use the life debt for.”
Harry was really curious now. “What did he ask for?”
“An heir,” Severus responded distastefully. Harry’s eyes widened with disbelief and then disgust. “It is an impossible request that he will not succeed in receiving permission for. You are in an unbreakable bond, Harry. That is not something they regard lightly despite who it is with or what connections Draco may have. There would be no legal loophole in which he could fall through to accomplish such a goal.”
Harry sighed with relief. “Why does he think I can give him an heir? I thought same-sex pregnancy was rare.”
“I am not entirely sure. My associate is going to dig further to see what he might discover, but until then, I am rather wary of leaving you alone at any time at all. If he should grow tired of the legal outlets, he may attempt to take it forcefully. And if that were to occur, I would no longer be able to keep my promise to you,” Severus stated seriously. “I am not a man that would ever intentionally break a pact, but I fear that I would should Draco do what I know he is capable of doing.”
Harry was speechless. He couldn’t possible hold the man accountable if that were to happen either. Not that it would. He wasn’t some damsel in distress. “So what should we do about it?”
“I have spoken with Minerva, and she had agreed to allow me to stay beside you until this is all sorted out. There will be a temporary professor to fill in my stead, and it will be portrayed as though I am overseeing your lessons. It’s not entirely unreasonable considering you are a new professor with no experience with teaching.” Severus seemed to believe that this was somehow comforting to Harry, but he felt rather insulted that Severus thought his undermining Harry’s authority in his classroom was somehow an acceptable cover.
“No,” Harry rejected immediately. “There are charms for protection. I know a few that will be strong enough.”
Severus’ face darkened with anger. “Ludicrous. Draco can easily disassemble a protection charm of any level. Having my presence with you at all times is the only course of action.”
“I don’t want you in my classroom,” Harry replied simply. “We’ll find another way. Surely Draco won’t be foolish enough to attack me while I’m teaching.” Harry ignored the fury seeping through the bond at his denial.
“He could very easily do so before or after a lesson, Harry. Do not underestimate that boy’s foolishness,” Severus hissed, standing menacingly over Harry. “This is not some sort of overreaction on my part, be assured. The headmistress would have never entertained the idea if she and I did not truly believe Draco capable of such actions.”
“Then let’s report him,” Harry argued back.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do not be a child, Harry. There is nothing in which could be reported. No evidence forthcoming to support our theory. We simply theorized that Draco might attempt to force you to bear an heir.”
“And you think I’m incapable of defending myself?” Harry asked with a humorless chuckle. “The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher incapable of defending himself against one little prat? I am more than capable.” Harry was biting his words out, seething now with insult. “I am not some maiden in need of protection, Severus. I am a fully grown and powerful wizard. I am not afraid of Draco.”
“You are insufferable,” Severus barked. “Even the greatest wizards can be taken by surprise, Harry. Your ignorance is just reassurance that my suggestion is the right action to take.” Severus was slowly losing the hold on his cool exterior. The rage was radiating from him like a dark cloud.
“Leave,” Harry whispered. Severus glared at him, moving not an inch. “Leave!” Harry all but yelled. “I’m done discussing this.”
“Your defeating the Dark Lord was sheer luck, Potter,” Severus retaliated with enraged eyes.
Harry’s face dropped from rage to disbelief as he regarded the other wizard in his bemusement. His eyes narrowed and soon the entire room was collapsing around them. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” The door flew open; and without so much as a flick of his wand, Severus was sent catapulting from the room, and the door shutting with a loud bang as soon as he was out.
Harry slunk back into his chair, shaking from head to toe with his rage. Tears began to fall from his eyes, streaming hotly down his cheeks as he watched the door as if to burn a hole in it.
*
Harry had managed to return to his previous quarters. It would seem McGonagall hadn’t changed the password. He went inside without hesitation, needing the time to cool off after Severus had royally pissed him off.
Tears started to prickle at his eyes once more, but he blinked them back and strolled purposefully into his quarters. Everything was where it should be save for his things which had been relocated to Severus’ quarters.
Growling, Harry threw himself down onto the sofa and immediately summoned the whiskey he knew was in the cabinet near his desk. He never kept alcohol until after his first experience with Severus. After that night, Harry always had it in his rooms in case the man came for a drink.
Harry shook away his thoughts, determined not to think about the other man at all tonight. He needed to get sloshed because he was quickly starting to tear up again. Popping the crystal cork, Harry downed nearly half the bottle, coughing and sputtering after the burn became too much. Nasty stuff that. Not as bad as most potions though.
Harry relaxed back into the sofa and waited for the alcohol to start affecting him in the way he needed it to. He didn’t have to wait long. Only ten minutes after drinking half the bottle, he felt the familiar heaviness he now associated with being sloshed. He grinned to himself as the world around him spun. Now he understood why, despite the godawful morning after, people still got sloshed.
“What do we have here?” a cold voice said from near the fireplace. “How was it that I managed to get you into my rooms with no action on my part, Potter?” Harry wanted to sit up but his entire body wasn’t responding. His breathing became erratic and shallow as he watched the blonde wizard circle him like a hawk to its prey. “You are quite becoming while intoxicated, I must admit. That flush looks very good on you, Potter.”
“Shod offff,” Harry slurred as he attempted to once more sit up.
“Oh, but it was you who first intruded, Potter. This is my room,” Malfoy said with a small grin. “The headmistress offered it to me after I heard of your bonding. You see, the room I stayed in was quite a bit smaller despite the expansion and in an undesirable location. After expressing this to Minerva, she saw fit to offer me your quarters which you were no longer be in need of…or so it would have seemed.” Malfoy was laughing cruelly. “Marital problems already, Potter? How unfortunate.” Malfoy was leering over Harry as he searched his pocket for his wand.
“I shwear,” Harry warned lazily, “’ou do anyshing and I’ll kill ya Malfoy.”
“To be sure,” Malfoy responded sarcastically before quickly immobilizing Harry with the small flick of his wand. “I had quite hoped to take you when you were sober, but no matter. With our combined powers, our child will no doubt be the strongest wizard in all creation. See you are quite a powerful being, Potter. You also inherited a neat little ability that ensures you can conceive an heir whether it be man or woman.”
Harry’s eyes would have widened if not for the spell. Malfoy chuckled again.
“Yes, didn’t quite know that about yourself did you? Well, how would you? It’s quite a well-kept secret.” Malfoy disrobed and moved Harry so that he was lying on his front. “Enough chatter, I think. I intend to enjoy this for as long as I am able. And don’t worry, Potter, your ability to cry out is intact. I am quite looking forward to your groans of pain. Severus has probably performed the necessary spells and used the necessary lubrication that you would only feel pleasure. I, however, am not so kind.”
Harry groaned in distress, willing his body to move in spite of the spell. Oh gods, Severus had been right. His despair seeped through him as he felt the couch dip from behind him.
TBC…
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