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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 9

One week later. Friday

To say that the last week had been awkward would have been an understatement worthy of the record books. Snape had felt the growing pull of the Martyr's Bond and found himself wondering what Harry was experiencing on more than one occasion. It took every ounce of his considerable will power to resist the urge to reach out and touch the boy during the ever shorter Potions classes. But one or more of Harry's friends was always beside him, and either of them would have known immediately that something was out of the ordinary if Snape had indulged in his desire to touch Harry.

His research had warned him of this, so it wasn't a surprise. What it was, however, was completely awkward and utterly inconvenient, not to mention entirely uncomfortable. He seemed to have lost control of his body; it reacted like he was a hormone riddled teen again whenever he was in Harry's presence. He found himself subject to such infuriating bouts of jealousy whenever anyone touched Harry, or whenever Harry touched anyone. And he found himself in cold showers at least twice a day, more if it was Quidditch day and Harry was playing.

Today was a bad day for him. He had double Potions with Gryffindor and Slytherin and Gryffindor was to play Hufflepuff tonight. On the one hand, he got to see Harry for two whole hours, but, with Harry's friends and all of Slytherin watching, the boy would be just out of reach yet again.

Snape was in a foul mood, because he knew he was in for two hours of torture, so when Hermione asked a question about the potion they were working on, he snapped at her a little too quickly. She was Harry's partner today, and Harry looked up at Snape with a curious expression on his face, as if to ask 'what did she do to you?' and Snape found himself feeling bad for being short with her. He turned to say something to her, apologize maybe, and his heart melted at the smile that flashed across Harry's lips. But he stared too long and soon felt Hermione's eyes on him. “Back to work, both of you.”

On his way back to his desk, he passed behind Harry, accidentally (mostly) brushing against him as he walked. The contact sparked through him like wildfire, but Harry bit off a cry and pitched forward, cleverly spilling something caustic over his hand to excuse the pained yelp.

“Harry! I told you to be careful with that!” Hermione's shrill exclamation caught everyone's attention. Harry was holding his hand and turning red.

“It was an accident, Hermione. Professor, can I go to the infirmary?” Harry asked through gritted teeth. Snape nodded.

“Miss Granger, you will accompany him,” he ordered. Hermione nodded and ushered Harry toward the door. On the way, Harry shot Snape a panicked look. He nodded to show that he understood. “Mr. Potter, you will come back for detention later to prove to me that you can be trusted around sensitive materials. Five points from Gryffindor from your clumsiness.”

Groans chorused through the Gryffindor tables and Snape forced himself to think about something other than Harry and call the class back to task as the door swung shut behind Harry.

“Harry, I thought you understood how dangerous that was, what were you doing?” Hermione asked.

“Shush, Hermione. It hurts enough without you mother henning me about it. I was a klutz, got it.” Harry was short with her, he recognized that immediately, but he couldn't focus his mind enough to stop and apologize.

“Harry! Did you spill it on your shirt too? Let me see!” Hermione had her hands on Harry's shirt before he could tell her to leave it be and had it pulled up and away from his skin a second later, checking for burns similar to the one on his hand. Harry clenched his teeth as her movements tore the fabric away from his very sensitive mark. It only took her a second to drop his shirt like it had burned her. This time, Harry couldn't stop the wince. “Harry... was that what I think it was?”

“Leave it be, Hermione. We're supposed to be going to the infirmary. Besides, that will be fine,” Harry tried to dissuade her, but she didn't buy his strained tone for a second.

“We need to go see Professor Dumbledore. That is serious, Harry. That is the mark of a Martyr's bond. It is very powerful dark magic. He should know about it.” For a moment, Harry almost gave in to Hermione's concerned face, but he shook his head.

“No, Hermione. I just need to go get this burn taken care of, then I need to go back to class. That's all. I've already got a teacher involved. Just drop it, okay?” Harry asked. Hermione didn't look like she was convinced, but she did start walking toward the infirmary again.

“Who did that to you, Harry?” she asked softly, finally picking up on the fact that Harry didn't really want to talk about it, but unable to resist.

“I didn't see his face. Please, Hermione, you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Ron. I really don't want this getting out,” Harry said quietly. He was partly relieved that someone knew, but still very worried that it could get around school.

“Who's on the other end of it?” she asked. Harry answered with a glare and tight-lipped silence. “Oh, come on, Harry. I'm not going to tell. I promise.”

“It doesn't matter. He's not the one who put it there,” Harry snapped. Hermione's eyes went wide.

“Harry... are you gay?” Hermione's question wasn't exactly accusatory, but her tone was just close enough to set Harry on edge. His jaw clenched and he lengthened his stride to put some distance between them. “Harry, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I just was curious. Are you? It's totally fine if you are... Harry! Slow down!”

Harry's vision was blurred with a mixture of anger, fear, and embarrassment. All he could think of was getting a moment to himself so he could think, and maybe get the mark to calm down just a little. It hadn't ever been this bad, and he hoped that he could deal with it like he usually could. But Hermione stubbornly refused to leave him alone. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He stopped suddenly and turned toward her with a ferocious darkness in his eyes. “Yes! Okay? Yes. I'm gay. Are you happy now?”

“I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to say it like that, really. It doesn't change anything, Harry, I promise. Harry...” Hermione's voice trailed off.

“What?”

“You're bleeding,” she said softly, pointing to his chest. Harry looked down and swore softly.
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