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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 Nine: Doing What Is Necessary

Harry looked from the window, staring over the glassy surface of the water around the castle. Clouds curled through the sky, hiding away the moon and speckling the surface of the water in shadows. Snores pierced through the air of his fellow classmates. He was sure it was close to three in the morning. Sleep had been harder than he thought. Each time he had closed his eyes, images of Snape crowded his dreams.

Each time he looked on the water, he would wonder if somewhere Snape was thinking of him too. Harry sighed. He was absolutely pathetic. When had he fallen so hard and why? A man he had once hated to the very core of him was now the only person he could think of. Even when it came to his dreams, Snape was all he saw.

His determination to clear his head had been at no avail. Every one of his thoughts found some way back to the way Snape had kissed his lips, prying them open with his tongue and exploring the depths with fervor. He remembered Snape's long fingers, the way the engulfed each patch of flesh they touched and enflamed it with a passion that ate away at his very soul. He especially remembered the way that Snape's hot flesh drove into him, tearing and fevering his insides. And lastly, he remembered the way Snape had whispered his name as he came deep inside him.

Harry pushed his forehead against the cold, hard glass of the window, cooling his heated forehead. His eyes closed to the memories. Despair crept through leaving his eyes watering with tears, and despite his every effort to contain them, streaming down his face. It was enough, he reminded himself. It was enough to just be near Snape.

A cool breath touched his neck. Harry turned in his alarm. Snape stood, his eyes watching Harry. Blood flowed down from his hairline. Harry gasped as Snape pulled him, forcibly tilting his neck to the side and penetrating his neck with his fangs. Surprise soon turned to passion as Harry gave way to the sensations. He trembled beneath the man's persistent feeding. Snape's hands held him firmly against his hard body, and Harry was glad for it because his legs had long since given out.

Finally, Snape pulled away licking his lips of the residual feeding. Harry was trembling and light-headed. Harry vaguely saw the smile that formed on the man's lips. The blood was stained against the man's forehead but the wound was fully healed.

"You will be returning with me," his voice low and laced with silk. "One week will not do."

Harry barely gathered enough sense to stand on his own legs and breathed out air he wasn't aware he had been holding.

"But…" he started not truly knowing what he wanted to say.

"Come with me," Snape said shortly, leading Harry from the dormitory and down the steps through the tower towards his private rooms. Harry followed without a word. They finally arrived in the living area and Snape turned to him, his features visibly aglow.

"I was made aware of Dumbledore's restrictions, but I do not require any recovery time." Snape's eyes danced over Harry, an enticing fire burning within them. "I simply required a meal."

Harry shivered in response. Something about Snape felt different. He couldn't place a finger on what was different, but the way that Snape bore into him like a lion to its prey. Harry felt a shiver pass up his spine.

"Wha…" Harry could not finish a thought or sentence. He was both drawn and repelled by the contradiction in Snape's previous and current actions.

Snape stepped closer and placed a single finger to trace along Harry's jaw line. "I needed to taste you."

Harry's breath caught in his throat. It felt as though he would slip into unconsciousness at any moment from loss of oxygen. This was definitely not like Snape. Snape resembled and spoke like a predator. The glint in his eyes both scared and impassioned Harry to dizziness.

"What happened with Voldemort?" Harry mustered through his haze.

Snape seemed to hesitate a moment and then the returning gaze from the Snape he knew before returned. "That is none of your concern Potter."

Harry felt the anger from the previous day return. "It is my concern!"

Snape pulled away from Harry, his arms crossing against his chest. "A child such as you need not be concerned with what the Dark Lord requires of me. I would suggest you dismiss all your thoughts of what you feel are your 'concern' Potter."

Harry balled his hands to fists and the anger surfaced again. "It's just like you to do this! I'm just a tool. No need for me to be informed on anything. Just do as you say, right?"

"You will be informed of which concerns you," Snape said his gaze unmoving.

"It does concern me," Harry yelled beginning to feel his anger touch his cheeks ready to explode.

"Potter, do not question me. I will not further this," Snape began to make his way to his personal quarters, but Harry grabbed at his cloak to stop his progression.

"I have a right to know. If we are going to be bonded, I deserve to know."

Snape turned on him, his eyes piercing on Harry with cold demeanor. "I will only say this once Potter. Our bonding is only done to be advantageous to defeating the Dark Lord, nothing more. Do not begin to consider that there is any emotional attachment on my end to be bonded. I am merely doing it to do what is necessary. You will be informed as to what will help you defeat the Dark Lord, but civility on my part is merely to make this bonding bearable."

Snape removed himself from Harry's grasp and slammed the door behind him. Harry stood in the dark, feeling anger and tears well up inside him. His heart felt like it was tearing within his chest, and his breathing was labored. He shut his eyes tightly, but tears still came. His heart ached and burned. He turned, fleeing from the rooms, his feet taking him as far as they could the place he ran away to.

The tower smelt of owl feathers and droppings. He leaned over the window, breathing shallow to avoid his tears from falling. He cursed Snape for making him cry. He was always forced to do what was right for the cause, but this time, he really hoped that death would take him before.

"Alone I see. Not very smart of Dumbledore's Golden Child," said a cool voice from beyond the dark. Harry's body went like stone in surprise.

Harry turned sharply, recovering from his surprise. Lucius Malfoy stepped from the shadows, his hair flowing down over his shoulders and black robes clothing his form. His signature cane was not to be found, but the smirk he always displayed in Harry's presence was definitely there.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry had his wand ready. He glared at the man, but within a moment, his wand was tossed to the floor. Lucius made his way over after casting a quick petrify charm. Harry tried to move his limbs, but at no avail.

"You were always quite the feisty one, Potter," he said coolly as he placed a finger on Harry's lips, tracing them with an icy touch. "A very attractive attribute, might I add."

Harry felt the need to spring at the man, but the charm was to strong.

"I wonder what I would receive if I were to bring you to the Dark Lord. Although, it might be interesting to see how you do when you are taken by a man," Lucius added with a smirk that said otherwise.

Harry felt his insides curl. He hoped Lucius wasn't saying what he thought the man was saying. Harry felt relief roll through him when a voice came from behind Lucius.

"Malfoy, you are not to touch him," Snape said as he came from the shadows, wand in hand.

Lucius turned his smile leaving his face, "I should not dream it, Severus."

Snape moved on him as quickly as a snake. "Leave"

Lucius bowed, his head tilting into it and smiled at Snape, "As you wish."

He turned to Harry with a smirk, "Of course, Potter, we will be seeing each other again. No need to worry." With that he disappeared into a black mist.

Snape immediately removed Harry's curse, making his way over to him and inspecting to see if anything had been done. "You are not to go out again."

Harry felt the anger seethe up again, "You can't tell me what to do."

Snape's eyes burned fires, "Mister Potter, despite what you may believe me, I am still your professor and am to be respected as such. Unless you wish to have detention for the next year, you will not go out again."

Harry felt his insides turn and twist. He wanted to cry, but he refused to let Snape have the satisfaction. He stood his ground, but agreed. "Fine"

He followed Snape to the rooms, speaking not a word. The silence persisted when they arrived within Snape's rooms. Harry followed Snape to the couch where Snape grabbed a glass with what Harry concluded to be fire whisky.

Harry's anger was still boiling beneath the surface, and he had right mind to say he would not bond with Snape, but after deciding the rash decision would lead to more complications, he simply sat. Harry watched Snape pour two glasses and was surprised when he handed one to Harry.

"Drink," he said as he drank gingerly from his taking a seat in the adjacent arm chair.

Harry did not argue. His nerves were completely in overdrive, and he knew he could do with a good drink to calm them. He sipped the drink, making a face as it burnt all the way down, but the feeling of warmth spread through his stomach calming it. He breathed out a sigh and tilted his head back against the couch. He may be angry with the greasy git, but at least Snape had given him something that would help.

"I realize that being with me Potter is not often easy," Snape started as he finished his drink and poured another. Harry could not contain the look of astonishment. 'Snape seriously needs to choose how he wants to act,' Harry thought with anger. All these back forth moods were really starting to annoy him.

"I lost my temper, for that I apologize. It is in your best interest that I discuss what occurred between the Dark Lord and I," he began ready to tell a long tale. "I was successful in convincing the Dark Lord that you were under my care. I was put under vigorous curses to prove so, but was able to withstand. It is understood that in order to gain the trust back from Dumbledore, I was to take you into my personal protection. Thus, the Dark Lord will not try to harm you. However, Lucius Malfoy has taken a…"

Snape hesitated a moment, seemingly gathering the right words, "interest in you. For that reason, you must stay in these rooms only when I am here, otherwise, you must be somewhere with plenty of classmates and professors to protect you. It is in my belief that Lucius means to kidnap you and take you to the Dark Lord; however, it would not please him. Is that understood?"

Harry simply nodded. It was nothing short of what he expected, aside from the Lucius Malfoy part. His anger was simpering away with each sip of the devilish drink and soon, he was completely relaxed against the couch.

Snape looked to the mantel; judging the time, he stood up. Harry tried to stand with him, but was not prepared for the weight of his body and stumbled. Within a moment, Snape was there, his arms encircling Harry, holding him inches from the floor.

" 'hanks," Harry said with a bit of a slur.

Snape pulled him to his feet. "I should remember children cannot hold their liquor."

Harry made a face, " 'ey, 'oos da kid."

Snape looked at him, his face seeming to soften. If Harry knew better, he would have thought the man was enjoying this. However, he knew Snape too well to know that it was more like an annoyance.

"I think it is time to retire," he said helping Harry to his room. It was nice to lean up against the coolness of Snape's body when his was set aflame. He let Snape him help him onto the bed and when Snape made to leave, Harry grabbed the back of his cloak.

" Don' leave," he said his eyes suddenly filled with disappointment. He heard Snape sign and then turn. This was definitely not like him. Snape would usually pull away with a retort of how pathetic he looked, but instead, he sat down beside him and eyed him carefully.

"You must remind me to never again give you alcohol," he said indifferently. There was the old Snape. Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Not ma fault," he said closing his eyes to the turning world.

He felt a hand touch face and then fingers slide over his dry lips. He licked them in response and just as quickly, felt a hot pair upon his own mouth. His mouth was pried open slowly and a tongue slid in lapping at his own teasingly. He moaned into that mouth, his body trembling with electricity. If this was a dream, he should drink more often. Soon he felt the weight redistribute on the bed and felt a body on top of his own, pressing into him, hard flesh touching hard flesh.

Wait, when did he become naked? He had little time to think on it as hands pulled his legs apart forcibly and a hard, hot pressure pushed inside him. He cried out, his voice echoing off the walls. His eyes opened to Snape's face hovering above his. His heart lurched, but he had little time to gaze because Snape resumed his previous actions with thrusting and sent Harry arching and moaning curses of delight.

Harry's arms went around Snape's neck, and Snape knelt to take another hot kiss. Their tongues mingled while their bodies moved in simultaneous vigor. Harry felt every slice of pain and every wave of pleasure ripple from below to the tips of his toes. Snape was moving faster, sweat beading on his pale flesh, dropping ever so often onto Harry who too matched in sweat.

Their labored breathing became erratic as they neared their climax, and when it hit Harry, he was sent arching up, his head rearing in the hard waves of climax, shooting his seed between them. Snape wasn't far behind and groaned pressing deep into Harry. Harry felt a warm heat spread from inside.

When Harry came down from the high of ecstasy, they were laying side by side, breathing shallow and fast. He turned his head, the movement alone making him dizzy. Snape was already composed, and he rolled away and got up to gather his clothes.

Harry watched him, unable to say anything to make him stay. Without a word, Snape left the room, and Harry was left to ponder what had just happened and why.
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