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Run to Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3070 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It was the first scheduled Hogsmeade weekend of the year for the seventh-year group. Professors, however, would be patrolling the streets and shops to make sure that everyone remained safe.

Harry had finished dressing in jeans, a sweater, and a pair of black robes, which were draped casually on, the front plackets falling open. Standing in his room he stared at the small snake figurine that Snape had given him on his first day back at Hogwarts. Taking the portkey, he ran his fingers over the amazingly warm metal and then slipped it into the pocket of his robes.

Just in case, he thought.

Walking into the small common room that he shared with the Slytherin, Harry found the man already dressed and obviously waiting on him. Harry was rather surprised by Snape's wardrobe. Yes, he was still dressed in all black, but this time his robes were falling open the way Harry's were and revealed the muscularly trim body that was wrapped in a black button-up and slacks.

Easily, Harry could imagine what Snape looked like under the fitted shirt and slacks, and the mental image made his gut clench.

"Ready?" Snape asked.

Harry nodded, hoping Snape hadn't caught him staring, and the pair walked out of the dungeons together.

When they got to the main hall, where everyone else was waiting, Severus turned to Harry. "I'm not going to follow you around and treat you like you're five but I want you to be over cautious and watch yourself, okay? And don't do anything stupid." With that, the man walked away to stand with the other staff and Harry looked after him with a raised eyebrow.

I must look careless today. Harry thought sarcastically at Snape's little speech.

"Harry over here!" Hermione waved Harry down and he went over to join his usual gang of friends, excitement fluttering in his stomach at getting to spend some time in Hogsmeade with his favorite people.

Dumbledore stood at the front, a barrier between the students and the way out. "I want you all to travel in groups of three, no less, and remember to be cautious as you travel. Professors will be walking amongst you so try not to let them dampen your fun." The Headmaster smiled fondly at his students and then moved out of the way of the door and let them go.

The walk to Hogsmeade was invigorating and the way the breeze played softly across his face made Harry long for Quidditch and his broom. What'll Snape be like after Gryffindor beats Slytherin again? Harry wondered with a little smirk.

"Where to first?" Ron questioned as the sun began to beat down on them from overhead.

"Zonko's!" came Seamus and Dean's simultaneous answer.

The five friends went into the joke store together and meandered about for a bit, each buying a few good pranks that they could set off in the hall during class changes to piss off Filch.

When they were finished they began walking down the street to the Three Broomsticks.

"You know, I haven't seen Snape yet, I thought that he'd be stalking your every step," Ron commented as they walked.

"Yeah, well, he told me this morning before he left that he wasn't going to follow me around so I shouldn't 'do anything stupid.' I've escaped Voldemort six times, I think I can handle any trouble we face in Hogsmeade," Harry said with a roll of his eyes.

"I think he just cares for your well-being and meant for you not to do anything that might perhaps draw unnecessary attention to yourself," Hermione said helpfully.

All four males looked at Hermione with a face that said 'yeah, right.’

The young woman shrugged and they filed into the Three Broomsticks, Hermione going to the bar to get their butterbeers and the boys going to the corner to grab their usual booth. Hermione returned with their drinks and they eagerly gulped at the smooth liquid that warmed their insides.

"So we heard that you're having private lessons with Dumbledore, what are they like?" Dean asked, wondering what it would be like to be trained by the Headmaster himself.

"They're .. rather intense," Harry said truthfully. "The first day was just a bunch of talk and things, and him telling me that I should pass on what I learn to the DA. The second day, however, we sparred off against each other and there were no rules and it wasn't a gentleman's duel. In fact, I ended up cracking my head over a table when he hit me with a stunning spell."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up. "Isn't that a bit dangerous?"

Harry shrugged."I guess he's just trying to prepare me for the real thing. As he said, Death Eaters won't fight by the rules so I might as well learn to attack first and ask questions later."

"So what have you learned then?" she questioned.

"Some great shield spells mostly, and how to deflect things like stunning spells. I believe this upcoming week I finally get to work on some attack spells, Harry commented.

"Hey! Look over there, mate, I believe someone is hitting on your Professor," Seamus said with a grin as he pointed towards the bar.

Harry raised an eyebrow and leaned around Ron to see that Snape was indeed sitting at the bar, and a slender blonde man was leaning against the bar beside him. The way the stranger smiled and raked his eyes over Snape made Harry grit his teeth.

The magical bond built by the mating ritual rose hot and strong inside Harry, and his eyes narrowed in the direction of the male who dared to talk with his mate. His mate. Harry had never felt so possessive, blood practically throbbed in his ears, tuning out Hermione as she encouraged him to relax.

Harry watched as Snape said something to the man, calm and composed as usual, and then the blonde had the nerve to put his hand on Snape's arm in an openly flirtatious manner.

"Oh, that's it!" Harry snarled as he practically climbed over the table, spilling butterbeers as he went, and stormed over to the bar.

When neither turned to acknowledge his presence, Harry tapped on the blonde's shoulder, "Hey." It wasn't the most intelligent remark ever, but Harry could barely think with the jealous rage of the bond pounding through his skull.

The blonde laughed and spared a glance at Harry. "Walk away, kid.”

Severus let his eyes pass between the two and the expression of rage on Harry's face at the other man's words interested him. He’s jealous?

Harry held up a finger, not realizing how much his actions resembled Hermione at the moment. "I don't think you realize but you're flirting with my mate." Little did Harry realize that the more he spoke the louder he became and many of the patrons had stopped and were watching the scene unfold. He never acted this way, but he felt irrationally angry at this stranger.

"What are you going to do about it?" the blonde sneered.

There was a pause, a moment of silence, all of the eyes in the bar flicking between Harry and the blonde.

"I'm going to kick your ass," Harry decided, swiping his bangs out of his eyes angrily, not even going for his wand because he was going to take care of this guy the old fashion way.

When his bangs were swept back, the blonde got a good look at the scar on his forehead, "You're Harry Potter!" the man laughed. “Get out of here, boy, don’t you have some homework to catch up on?”

That was the final straw.

Harry lunged at the blonde, but Snape intercepted. Harry, however, was determined and he struggled as the Potions Master grabbed him around the waist and drug him outside the establishment.

"Potter! Stop acting like a child!" Snape hissed at Harry, who was still trying to get around him so that he could go back inside and rip the blonde's tongue out.

Harry rounded on Snape. "Why were you talking to him?" the Gryffindor demanded hotly.

Snape quirked an eyebrow at the tone. "I don't think that I have to explain myself to you. I'm perfectly capable of talking to whomever I please," the Slytherin replied defensively because he didn't feel that Harry had any right to accuse him of anything.

After all, hadn't he, Severus Snape, given up his life of solitude (which he had enjoyed, damn it) in order to bond with Harry Potter? To protect Harry Potter, no less.

"Oh please! You two were undressing each other with your eyes!" Harry exclaimed. Before he had become bonded to Snape he could have cared less what the man did, but now that they were bonded, Harry had decided that he was going to be the only one in Severus Snape's life, and he expected Severus to think the same.

Severus was actually stunned by the reply because undressing the man in the bar had been the farthest thing from his mind. He’d just wanted a beer for Merlin’s sake.

The silence, however, only proved his guilt to Harry.

"I hate you,” Harry said coldly to Snape and then turned and began walking back to the school.

Severus stood and watched him walk away, stunned again by what Harry had said. Before, it wouldn't have mattered if Harry hated him because the feelings had been mutual, but now, when things were going better between them, to hear those words felt like a kick in the stomach.

"You should have stopped him, sir," Hermione remarked from behind him softly, and then she hurried away after Harry, just to make sure that he made it back to the castle safely.

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"Thanks for letting me stay," Harry told his former dorm mates as he climbed into the bed that had once been his. The Gryffindor couldn't bring himself to go back to the quarters that he shared with Snape because it meant having to be alone with the man.

After what he’d said outside the Three Broomsticks, Harry knew that things would be incredibly awkward between them and he couldn't handle that.

Both men slept restlessly that night.

The next morning Harry dressed sleepily, his eyes burning from not getting the sleep that he needed. Since it was Saturday, the students meandered down to the Hall for breakfast whenever it suited them, and by the time Harry got there everyone else had shown up as well.

Sitting down, Harry shoveled in some food while throwing himself a mental pity party. There's no wonder why Snape would be talking to someone else. That blonde at the bar was all tall and leggy and… hot. Harry sipped some pumpkin juice and nearly choked on it. Argh, and now I'm sitting around hoping that Snape thinks I'm hot, MERLIN, what is the world coming to?!

Disgusted at his own vain thoughts, Harry pushed his plate away and brought his eyes up just in time to see Snape glance away. It was obvious that the man had been watching Harry, but neither was willing yet to speak to the other.

"I'm taking my broom out for a bit of flying. Anyone want to come?" Harry questioned Ron and Hermione.

"We, erm, would but, we've got, uh, got something to do. We'll catch up with you for lunch?" Ron spoke for the pair and when they went traipsing off together Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Why didn't you just say that you were going off to suck face?" Harry muttered, looking up and this time locking eyes with the Slytherin at the Head Table. Breaking the eye contact, Harry got up and headed hastily from the Dining Hall.

Collecting his broom from the Gryffindor locker room broom closet, Harry carried it out onto the pitch, relieved to see that it was empty, with most people hanging around the lake. Straddling his broom, Harry kicked off, his frustration and anger evident in the kick as it sent waves of pain up his shins. The pain was overlooked in the glory of the flight as the wind rushed through his hair and the weightlessness of flight overtook his body.

Zooming around the stands, Harry sighed and let the tension of the night before drain away.

From the stands, Severus watched his young mate fly, his dark eyes following his every smooth movement as he weaved among the clouds and then dove back towards the ground, only to pull up at the last moment and go rocketing upwards again.

Severus had been sure that Harry would return to their quarters that night, giving him an opportunity to speak with him. He hadn't imagined that the Gryffindor would go running back to his old common room and dormitory. I really don't care, he's the one that needs me, not the other way around. If Voldemort takes over he still believes me to be a faithful supporter so it's not like I'll suffer, the Slytherin told himself, although another feeling surfaced in his chest which plainly told him that he cared very greatly over the Gryffindor's feelings and his choice of residence.

Being lost in his thoughts, Severus didn't notice when Harry recognized his presence. Harry hovered in the air for a long while, debating what he should do. What have I got to go back to? Hermione and Ron? Harry snorted and made his decision.

Angling his broom downwards, Harry began a slow descent and it briefly crossed his mind that Snape must really be trying to make their bond work, especially since he'd left the castle to come and stand outside and wait for him to finish flying. Snape never watched him fly and only came to Quidditch games because he was required as Head of Slytherin.

Severus looked up from his thoughts and noticed that Harry had apparently seen him and was, remarkably, flying in his direction. He had half expected the boy to ignore him, after all, the boy wasn't known for his maturity.

Harry landed smoothly, holding the broom in one hand, his hair sufficiently mussed by the wind and his cheeks red from it as well.

"Hi," was all that came to mind as he stood looking at his Potions Professor.

"Real articulate, Potter," Snape sneered.

Did the man ever stop being so snarky? His arms were crossed over his chest, looking tall and regal as usual in his black robes. Snape always struck such an intimidating pose, and yet, Harry found that it now caused his heart to race for a different reason.

The two men stood in silence for a long while, sometimes looking at each other, but more often than not their eyes focused on other things as their robes billowed around them. The wind whipped through the Quidditch pitch, blowing Snape's hair across his eyes, and ruffling Harry's even more.

"Are you coming back?" Severus questioned flatly, but it wasn't really how he had planned on saying it. He wanted to tell the teenager that he'd missed his presence and that he hoped Harry would be returning to their quarters again so that he wouldn't be so lonely.

Harry looked up at the man (he'd been studying the laces on his shoes), and squinted against the sunlight. "Yeah, I guess." The Gryffindor gritted his teeth, wanting to tell his bondmate that he'd had the worst night of sleep in his life while in the Gryffindor dormitory and looked forward a great deal to return to their rooms.

For once, Harry's Gryffindor bravado failed him.

All the things the two men wanted to say never came; they seemed to be locked behind closed doors in their hearts.

Severus was the first to speak again. "Well, I'll let you get back to your flying then." The man turned to walk down the stairs from the stands when Harry spoke.

"Yeah, well, erm, I'm finished so I'll just walk with you." Harry followed the Potions Master down, his eyes never leaving the man's back, and as he watched he could see the mental images of what Snape's back looked like without clothing.

The thought made Harry blush.

The two men walked together for a ways. "I've got to go put my broom up, but I'll, uh, see you tonight?" Harry glanced at Snape's face.

Snape nodded and continued walking, and for a moment Harry watched him walk. When his eyes began to stray downward, Harry shook his head and moved off to the locker rooms where he could shower and set his broom back in the broom closet.

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The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow for Harry and Severus both. Harry tried to go about acting normal, visiting with fellow Gryffindors, and informing his quidditch team members of when tryouts would be.

Severus, of course, secluded himself in his dungeon, trying not to be affected by the cheeriness of the weather because he'd already acted quite nice earlier. When he looked up to see that Harry should be arriving home before long, he left the dungeons and headed upstairs.

Arriving in their quarters first, Severus showered off the greasy feeling that came with standing over a steaming cauldron and dressed. He'd just seated himself on the couch in front of the fire, book poised and open when the Gryffindor came through the door.

Harry walked in to find Snape seated on the couch reading. He's probably been fine the whole day and here I've been with my stomach twisted in knots, Harry thought as Snape looked up at him and quietly shut the book.

"Hi." It seemed to be the only word that Harry could get out anymore.

Snape smirked at it and with one finger he beckoned Harry over.

For a moment Harry just stood there, feeling stuck in his place, but then his body lurched forward, as if under a spell, and he found himself sitting on the couch across from Severus.

"I've made a few changes while you've been gone." The man made it sound as though Harry had been gone months when it fact it had only been one night, a few short hours.

Harry nodded slowly, wondering what those changes could be.

"Come with me," Severus said, rising from the couch. The Gryffindor followed, curious as to what Snape was going to show him.

Snape led Harry back to Harry's room and when he pushed the door open Harry could see that his bed was … gone.

“You’re… you’re kicking me out?” Harry’s stomach plummeted.

Severus rolled his eyes, took Harry by the shoulders, and then steered him back across the common room to the master bedroom. Turning the doorknob, he pushed open the ebony door and gestured to the large canopy bed inside. "This isn't my bed anymore. This is our bed, and I don't want you sleeping anywhere but here from now on."

The entire concept shocked Harry. He'd thought after his little scene outside of the Three Broomsticks that Snape would be cold and withdrawn. It seemed that he'd misjudged the man again.

"Why?" Harry asked.

Snape hooked one delicate finger under Harry's chin and turned the younger man's face up toward his own. For a moment he simply stood looking into Harry's eyes before answering, "Because I want you to know that you are the only person that occupies my bed, or my thoughts."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd never imagined the day when he'd hear such words coming from Severus Snape's mouth.

"But, the man at the pub -"

"You're all that I need, Harry." Snape cut him off.

"Come on, Severus, be real. I'm half your age and not nearly as attractive as the man -"

Harry was cut off again, but this time by Severus' lips instead. The man's tongue trailed along Harry's bottom lip and the Gryffindor shuddered at how delicious it felt and how much more he wanted. Harry's lips parted slightly and Severus' tongue darted in, caressing and stroking Harry's tongue and extracting a moan from the younger wizard.

“That’s the first time you’ve called me that,” Snape said, panting.

“Called you what?” Harry asked, dazed by all the kissing.

“Severus.”

Grabbing the front of Harry's robes, Severus tugged him into their bedroom and continued his assault on Harry's mouth.

Sweet Merlin, he knows how to use his tongue, Harry thought as he allowed another moan to escape. Why've I been fighting this? He's my mate, it's only natural to be attracted to them. Isn't that the way this mating ritual is supposed to work, after all?

After pushing off Harry's robes, Severus backed Harry up until the Gryffindor fell back onto the bed. The Slytherin followed him down and began kissing and nibbling just below Harry's ear. With his free hand, Severus ran his fingers up the inside of Harry's shirt, his fingers tracing circles around Harry's nipple before capturing it between thumb and index finger and pinching lightly.

Harry groaned as the slight pain from the pinching fueled the fire that the Potions Master had created with his tongue. This seemed to symbolize their entire relationship, a little bit of pain, and a whole lot of pleasure.

The soft, little groans that Harry was emitting were driving Severus wild and he sat back for a moment, straddling Harry's hips as he grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt, pulled it up over his head, and tossed it over his shoulder.

When Severus moved back to work on the belt to Harry's pants, a slender hand caught his wrist. With questioning eyes, Severus looked at Harry, only to find the Gryffindor smirking at him.

"I believe, Severus, that you told me you wouldn't touch me unless I asked for it." Harry quirked an eyebrow at the look on the man's face.

Severus immediately regretted making that promise.

Harry sat up and nudged Severus off the bed until they were standing. His eyes locked with the Slytherin's lover’s as he made slow work unbuttoning and removing Severus’ shirt. The Gryffindor ran his fingers along the scars on Severus's chest, and then followed them with his tongue, licking a trail along his professor's well-toned body.

Moving his hands to Severus' pants, Harry unbuttoned them, and then after pulling the zipper down, let the restricting garments, along with his underwear, fall to the floor. Severus gasped as Harry's hand wrapped firmly around his cock, the boy's lips returning to his chest as Harry made firm, long strokes that left Severus' hips grinding into Harry's hand.

The sensations suddenly stopped and Harry dropped to his knees, his hand at the base of Severus' throbbing member as his tongue licked the head. The Potions Master groaned, his pulse picking up as he knew that he'd have to find some way to steady himself.

Allowing Severus to sit on the edge of the bed, Harry knelt between the man's pale legs and resumed his work, trailing his tongue up the underside of Severus's cock, liking the groans that the normally reserved man seemed unable to control.

Sucking Severus’ fully into his mouth, Harry concentrated on the head first, licking and sucking until he allowed a bit more of it into his mouth, his tongue trailing the vein that ran along the side of Severus' turgid member.

The Potions Master fought to restrain himself, the promise to not touch Harry ringing in his ears as his hands clenched in the sheets of the bed, his head bowed as he watched his cock disappearing into the cherry red lips of Harry Potter.

When Harry thought that Severus had all that he could take, he stopped and licked a nibbling path back up the man’s chest. Getting up from his knees, Harry shed his pants as well, and Severus could see that Harry was clearly enjoying himself just as much as he was.

Harry straddled Snape’s' hips and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. "Take me, Severus," he whispered in his mate's ear.

Severus didn't need to be told twice, and moving them up into the middle of the bed, he laid Harry on his back and reached for the lubrication. As Severus looked down at Harry, he wondered how the younger man could ever have thought him not interested in his looks. With flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and lips swollen and red, Harry was the most beautiful thing that Severus had ever seen.

After the lubrication had been well applied, the Slytherin took Harry's legs in his hands and let them rest against his shoulders for a minute as he guided himself into Harry's tight opening. Once he was pressed deeply in, he took Harry's legs in his hands again and began softly thrusting, both men groaning in unison as unfathomable pleasure wracked their bodies.

Since Severus' hands were busy holding Harry's legs, Harry reached down and stroked his own cock, moaning at the double sensation as Snape lifted his hips a bit to penetrate deeper.

Harry's hand pumped faster as Severus' thrust began to be choppy and short, and then Severus plunged in one last time before letting his seed fill his mate, moaning things that would make Voldemort himself blush.

Harry continued his hand job, but Severus withdrew and slapped Harry's hand away. Lowering his head Severus sucked Harry's cock into his mouth, and in just a few licks and warm tongue swirls, Harry was cumming into Severus mouth, his back arched and frozen in place as he moaned Severus' name.

Although a little escaped from the corner of his mouth, Severus swallowed it all and then Harry brought him up to his face and kissed the rest from his lips. Bodies tired and satiated, Severus spooned himself around Harry, as the Gryffindor pulled the blankets over them.

"Still hate me?" Severus murmured in Harry's ear.

Harry smirked. "No."

"I'm glad because it might have made this bonding thing a bit difficult," Severus said, feeling the need to talk because it was something he and Harry rarely did, and perhaps if they did more of it, Harry wouldn't jump to such conclusions and Severus wouldn't be as clueless as to Harry's feelings.

"Severus... I wanted to rip that man's eyeballs out for the way he looked at you," Harry confessed quietly.

Severus liked hearing that.

"Why?" He thought he knew why, but he wanted to hear Harry say the words.

Harry turned over to face him, his green eyes level with Severus' dark onyx eyes."Because you're mine."

Something inside Severus’ chest warmed with pleasure. "Yes, I am."
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