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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Slash_sex, Mpreg, Sexual_Content, Drama
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      Published: 2009-03-29 Completed: 2009-04-03 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 31982
****** Love Me Gently ******
by Jesslynne [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     How is it that one day the Boy Wonder hates his Potions Master, but
     after bumping into him the night of the Masquerade dance that he
     would do anything to be alone with the man? Would Harry ever get his
     answer? Is it something he'd like?
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Masquerade *****
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. They
belong to Rowling and I am making no profit.
 
The great hall was full of students at the beginning of the new school year.
The four tables buzzed about the new students who’d just been sorted and about
the summers away from school. A young trio sat at one far end where they could
hear nearly headless nick talking to one of the first years about the fact he’d
once again been refused by Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore the leader of The
Headless Hunt because he was only nearly headless.
Harry shook his head at the tail. Before his first year at Hogwarts he didn’t
believe in an afterlife, now he didn’t think too much of it if it remained the
same fashion of ‘living’ as it was in life. He smiled as he caught Hermione
rolling her eyes, obviously just as impressed as he was. It was Ron who wasn’t
paying attention at all but wolfing down his food as if he hadn’t eaten in
days, at least it seemed as if he was growing for all the food given to him.
Harry was surprised to find out that the redhead was a full head and a half
taller than him when he’d visited after a very short stay at his Uncle’s over
the summer.
“I can’t wait!” Ron said between bites, his mouth still full of food. He
stopped long enough to wash the previous bite down with pumpkin juice. “The
sixth and seventh years get to have a masquerade party at the end of the month
as a welcome back to school schtick. I always envied them, why couldn’t the
younger years join the party anyway?”
“Because they are supposed to be focusing on their studies, just like we should
be doing instead of partying,” Hermione replied with a curt nod in Ron’s
direction. “Besides, I heard they get quite rowdy enough with just the two
years attending.”
“Come off it ‘Mione. Studying day in and day out makes a normal person go
insane! A little partying is a good way to stop focusing on school work for
once.”
“Are you calling me abnormal?!”
“Anyone who studies as much as you do is abnormal.”
Harry shook his head and continued to eat only one ear listening to to argument
that bloomed off of a topic that should have been fun to talk about. The two
have been arguing about the silliest things all summer and he had made a good
record of keeping his nose out of it, he wasn’t about to put it in now. He was
excited about the party he’d heard so much about. It was supposed to be casual,
dress robes not required and people were allowed to dress up in anything.
During the course of the dinner he remained silent as the two found more things
to bicker about and wondered idly why they didn’t just start dating already,
perhaps there would be less bickering and more lovey-dovey type stuff. Harry
hoped the lovey-dovey stuff would be better than the fighting.
The rest of the night went normally, they sang the school song with a flourish
of good and bad singing voices and Harry made his way to the seventh floor
alone. Hermione and Ron as prefects had to guide the first years to the
Gryffindor Common room and to their dormitories. Harry decided not to hang back
with them and headed to bed instead, the first day of classes always seemed the
most tiring.
The one class the trio were not in together wasn’t a class he would be happy to
forgo the bickering between his two friends. Once Potions was no longer
obligatory Ron decided not to continue to put himself at the mercy of one
Professor Severus Snape. Or so he put it, in reality he hadn’t made the grades
to continue in the course set ridiculously high, Harry had barely managed to
get the minimum himself. Parts of him wondered why he didn’t take Ron’s route,
however he needed Potions to become an Auror he reminded himself. What’s
another two years of potions?
The class grew silent when the door swung open to admit the dour Professor with
black greasy hair to his shoulders and matching eyes that swept over the Sixth
year classroom of Gryffindors and Slytherins. With the impressive flourish of
his black robes Professor Snape walked to the front without a word and those
eyes swept across once more landing on Harry and a sneer made its way onto the
man’s pale mouth.
“Mr Potter, this is not the time to visit with,” Snape’s lips twitched a moment
in an apparent way to point out Hermione distastefully. “Friends. I’m certain
you have a class to attend.”
“I do,” Harry replied glaring over the rim of his glasses at the tall man
ignoring the snickering from the Slytherin side of the room. “I’m where I
should be, in class.”
“Indeed. Your potion work is below satisfactory, I wonder how it is you got
Potions on your schedule.” Snape replied with another sneer before he turned
and begun with the lesson leaving the Slytherins to snicker and whisper about
the implied friendship he had with the Headmaster. Pursing his lips Harry
ignored it, Dumbledore wouldn’t step in to ensure Harry got the courses he
needed. Right?
“Can anyone tell me what I might use Jobberknoll feathers for?” Snape
questioned the class as he waved his wand at the chalkboard. A piece of chalk
flew up to write out Jobberknoll Feathers and paused waiting further
instruction. Hermione’s hand shot up with a few other tentative ones, Harry
looked around wearily realizing he didn’t even know what a Jobberknoll was.
“Draco?”
“Memory potions,” Draco said in his smug drawl but there was a note of
hesitation to his voice, yet the chalk wrote it down after a small nod from
Snape.
“Correct Mr Malfoy, five points for Slytherin,” Snape said and looked around
the classroom at his Slytherins. “There are two things I might use them for
however. Can anyone come up with the second?”
Hermione’s hand tried to go higher into the air and Harry had to wonder why she
bothered. However it seemed Draco’s answer was the same as everyone else’s.
Snape looked over the class with only one hand in the air left and gave an
audible sigh of disappointment.
“No one?” Snape asked ignoring the hand trying to touch the ceiling. “Well it
seems to me that perhaps none of you should have made it into my class. If you
were worthy you should all know how to make Veritaserum, one of the ingredients
is Jobberknoll feathers.”
Hermione’s hand dropped to her lap and Harry could see a white rim around her
lips from pressing them tight together to keep from blurting out that she did
indeed know how to make Veritaserum. Snape continued talking about the potion
and assigned everyone to review the chapter on the truth serum and be ready to
make it for the next class.
Harry and Hermione left the dungeons at the end of class with an earful about
just how much they should know already, heaven forbid that they open the
textbook an learn more outside of class that hadn’t been brought up in class at
all. Hermione couldn’t let go that Snape will never willingly call on her to
answer any of his questions and Harry was trying to point out he’s done it
since day one as his own form of punishment for the smart girl who’s Potter’s
friend.
“It simply isn’t fair,” Hermione said for the third time heading towards the
Great Hall for their study period. “I understand if someone else had their hand
up to give them a chance at answering. He treats me like I don’t even exist
when he’s asking the class questions.”
“He knows it bothers you ‘Mione, why else do you think he does it?” Harry asked
heading towards where a tall freckled redhead was waving them over. “He is the
Professor who enjoys to torture his students in any way possible.”
“Yeah ‘Mione, why else do you think I quit taking Potions as soon as I could
get,” Ron said sticking his nose into the conversation. “The Greasy Git does
everything he could to torture us Gryffindors and give the lowest grades he
could give without seeming like he was doing it a purpose.”
“You weren’t even there Ron.” Hermione said in an exasperated voice sitting
down and pulling out her books.
“I wasn’t there for a reason ‘Mione and yet I know that he ignored you again,
the Git’s done it for years. I don’t see why you don’t give up trying to get
his attention, he’s not even good looking.” Ron retorted with a shrug and Harry
shook his head as another argument broke out, now about whether Ron really
thought she was trying so hard to answer questions to get Snape’s attention
because she was attracted to him.
The rest of the month went by fairly quickly, many of their evenings was
finishing up on homework and sitting in their claimed seats by the fire in the
Gryffindor common room. The work seemed harder than earlier years and Harry and
Ron were struggling to get everything completed without having to stay up when
the should be abed to do the homework. The days were ticking by for the end of
month Masquerade Party that was at the end of this week. Some had started
talking about who their dates were going to be a week earlier but Harry didn’t
bother worrying, it was a party and dance partners were not required.
“What are you going to wear to the dance?” Ron asked hoping to take a break
from the schoolwork. Harry looked up from his homework and gave a small shrug,
he had an idea but he didn’t know what Ron would make of it. He seemed to be
asking Hermione anyhow.
“Nothing,” Hermione said looking up and blinking at the blank stares from her
friends. Guessing correctly they got the wrong idea from her comment. “What I
mean is I don’t think I’m going.”
“What? You’ve gotta go, it’s going to be the first party of the year!” Ron said
in a louder voice than needed and got people looking their way peculiarly.
“It’s not as if it’s on a school night, you’ll have two whole days afterward to
finish school work and study.”
“I don’t think dancing is the best use of my time Ron.” Hermione said setting
down her quill when she realized the redhead wouldn’t let up until she made her
point.
“You set aside time for Hogsmeade, what’s the problem with setting aside for
another sort of entertainment?” Ron asked so reasonably both Harry and Hermione
stared at him. Harry had feared this was going to turn out into another
argument, which would have been the second that day.
“You’ve got a point,” Hermione said finally seeming to come to an agreement
point with Ron instead of nitpicking over every detail. “Perhaps it wouldn’t
hurt, this once.” Harry rolled his eyes but returned to his school work. He’d
picked out his outfit in Hogsmeade the weekend before, it would be only a few
moments before Hermione started fretting about the fact she had to throw
together an outfit from her clothes now that she decided to go after all.
The night of the dance Harry made his way down from his dormitory wearing an
emerald green vest with gold embroidery and a pair of black pants that hugged
him like a second skin. For a mask it was a regular black one with hints of
dark green shining when the light struck it and gold accents around the edges.
He pulled at the hem of the vest that didn’t end at the pant line leaving an
inch of his abdomen exposed. He was a little self conscious now that he was
actually wearing it for others to see with no shirt beneath it. He smiled when
he received an appreciative smile from Hermione, Ron had made fun of him for it
when he was changing.
“That vest is beautiful Harry,” Hermione said when Harry stopped next to her.
She had managed a nice outfit for herself wearing a knee length pink skirt and
a white spaghetti strap top with a pink sparkle flower as a print. The mask she
wore was pink with a white leaf trim. “Can you see alright without your
glasses?”
“Hermione, you’re the one who put the charm on me to not need my glasses for
the night, I would hope so.” Harry said shaking his head, it was odd not having
to wear glasses but the mask made it less bothersome than having nothing on his
face. He wished he could charm his eyes permanently at times but it would need
him getting used to not wearing anything on his face. “You look very.. nice
‘Mione.”
“Are we done complimenting the extravagant outfits?” Ron asked standing near
the exit waiting impatiently. “We’re going to be late.”
“What’s wrong Ron? Do you have a date you haven’t told us about?” Harry asked
but he made his way to the exit with Hermione beside him. He watched the red
creep away from Ron’s ears and gave a grin. “Who is it?”
“I don’t have a date, I just want to get there.” Ron retorted and headed out
without waiting for an answer. Harry shook his head and glanced at Hermione to
see if she had believed him.
“Hasn’t he heard of being fashionably late?” Hermione asked in a tone that said
she didn’t like to be rushed. Harry felt the same but the made their way out of
the common room together all the same.
The entrance way was decorated with floating streamers and candles precariously
close together. Harry looked to Ron and Hermione wearily, if Peeves decided to
come to ruin the night it would be simple to set fire to the ceiling. The doors
were open to the decorated grounds looking much like they always had during
celebrations with hedges taller than the tallest person, Harry knew that there
would be benches out there hidden amongst the hedges for privacy for lovers. It
also made for a nice escape though from the noisy room that was the Great Hall.
Harry nearly stumbled when he walked into the Great hall. Four steps led down
into the altered room with the newly sunken floor, something that made all the
newcomers nearly stumble over if they didn’t watch their feet and notice the
difference. The room was decorated much like the entrance hall. Tables occupied
half the room and lined the edges of the dance floor, on the other side of the
room was a stage on which a band was playing. Many students were already
dancing and the teachers wandered around the Hall keeping an eye on things.
The trio headed to an unoccupied table finding themselves bottled butterbeer
being offered to them on flying service trays. Helping themselves they sat down
and listened to the music at first. As the night wore on Hermione was asked to
dance, then Ron and Harry was left alone to watch his friends dance. He wasn’t
certain if he minded or not, it’d look odd if he danced with the gender he
preferred to dance with especially with the way things were in the wizarding
world about homosexuality. He didn’t know if he’d be comfortable dancing with
girls either. Still when a girl asked him to dance he accepted because he
didn’t want to continue sitting there alone like some rejected loser.
One dance turned into two, then five all with different girls hoping to get his
attention. After the fifth he escaped with the reason needing fresh air and had
to decline the offers of having a companion as he did so. Grabbing a fresh
bottle of butterbeer on the way out, he went to wander the maze of hedges with
the hush of muffled voices behind hedges hiding benches. The cool air was nice
on his skin after feeling hot and sticky with sweat after so much dancing he
enjoyed the time alone along the paved walkways of the grounds.
Walking around alone was nice for a while, but soon he felt lonely and began to
make his way back to the Great Hall lost in thought about things a common
teenage boy thought about when there was nothing else to think about. He was
distracted enough to forget the steps and this time did stumble down the steps
and would have fallen to the floor if someone much taller than him hadn’t
caught him, the person’s arms wrapped around him to keep him upright as he got
his feet beneath him. It was then though that he inhaled the man’s scent and
all of a sudden he didn’t mind being in the person’s arms and he felt the man
stiffen when he nuzzled closer and his hands fisted in robes without noticing
he was doing such things.
Looking up to see who his savior was his eyes widened behind his mask and
though his mind told him to jolt backwards his body didn’t want to. There was
an odd look in those obsidian eyes before a look of disgust passed through them
and the arms drew away, and Snape backed away from him instead when his own
body continued not to listen. His cheeks flushed and his hands released the
fistfuls of robes they held onto restraining Snape from going too far without
causing a scene.
Licking his lips he forced his eyes to look away and mumble a thanks for
catching him as his mind reeled about the emotions that swam through his head
and body. The scent of the man was intoxicating and made him want to return to
the man’s embrace something he knew shouldn’t be the case. The two of them
hated each other, why was it that he seemed to be developing some sort of crush
over the man because of the way he smelt. He’s handsome in his own way as well,
a lingering voice in his head reminded him of the time he might have been
willing to accept the idea when he was just realizing his sexuality when it was
Snape who first made him realize there was some beauty to be found in men.
When he looked up again Snape was gone to Harry’s relief and he grabbed a new
butterbeer and sat out the rest of the night declining invitations to dance and
trying not to focus on the tall Professor making his way around the room
avoiding anyplace near Harry entirely. He didn’t mind that at all, at least his
rational self didn’t. The irrational self wanted him to walk over to the tall
man and declare undying love. What was wrong with him?
When the night was over and he was in his bed trying to sleep, unwelcome images
of the dark haired man swam behind closed eyelids and when he did sleep it was
dreams about the Professor with pale skin and dark obsidian eyes calling him to
share his bed. When he awoke the next morning he headed to the privacy of the
private showers to wash away the effects the dreams had over him.
***** Uncomfortable Truths *****
The dance was over long after the dark haired wizard wanted it to be as he
stalked out after the last trailing students, his presence only making the
students hurry to bed faster at the sight of the annoyed expression on the
Potion Master’s face. His feet took him down into his dungeons to stop in front
of a portrait of a large snake and speaking the password before stalking into
his private suite. His dark eyes surveyed the room even when his wards told him
no one but house elves had been in his residence since he’d last been there.
Walking over to the liquor cabinet he poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey
enjoying the burn of it down his throat and ignored the effects that it had on
his person. Not many things would lead him to the drink because of the effects
that affected him worse than it would humans as unlike food it was only partly
poisonous to his body. Harry Bloody Potter being his mate was a damn good
reason however to drown himself in the bitter tasting drink and hope that his
system would reject the severe effects of the poison.
With a low growl he sat down in a worn armchair that sat a safe distance from
the fire, the heat still reached his unnaturally cold skin reminding him of how
warm Potter’s body had been against his earlier that night. With another growl
and look of disgust he drained the glass of Firewhiskey and returned it to the
cabinet with a word before he decided to see if he could throw it there and
watch it shatter. The one compatible mate he had in the world for the moment
and it had to be the son of the man who’d made his teenage years despicable.
Yet the part of him that wanted a mate was fighting with the note that it
wasn’t so bad, that at least Potter wasn’t a weak wizard and the boy’s power
spoke for itself in it’s right to suit Severus; even if the Potion making
skills lacked substantially.
“Of all students..” Severus muttered, uncharacteristically pursing his lips.
That was another fact that he had to consider. Teacher - student relations were
prohibited for all obvious reasons, but as it was until Potter passed away
there still lingered the fact that he would be his one mate for years to come
if he lived a long life.
Severus pushed himself out of the seat and paced the room precariously close to
the fire enough so that he had to watch that his robes wouldn’t catch aflame
from some idle spark. Instinct and common sense battled on in is head outside
the worry of the flames. He despised the insolent brat as much as he had
despised his father yet after bumping into Potter that night his body yearned
for that touch again the thought of the brief moments that the boy held him
sent his mind heading in an inappropriate direction. With a swift turn on his
heel, his robes brushing the stone mantle as he spun a purposeful distraction
to keep his mind from wandering as his dark eyes made certain no smoke was
coming from his robes. If the boy was even someone different than the one he
despised he was still just that though a boy, who was about to be extremely
confused about why he was longing for the detested teacher of the school.
Instincts told him to ignore common sense. That in time the befuddled hatred
that was trying to remain in place as he argued that the boy couldn’t possibly
his mate, couldn’t possibly be remotely compatible with him would truly be
replaced with the bubbly feelings of love that was trying to replace it already
thanks to his instinctual drive. Gritting his teeth he denied himself from
focusing on it. If he did he might find himself finding the boy in his
dormitory and take him away to his home where he could serve as a wife. The
only thing he could do was ignore it and avoid Potter at all costs, something
that would be very hard when the boy was in his Potions class. He doubted the
boy would have any self control, or any that he had would be lost to the
instincts that would set him to want to jump Severus the moment he caught his
scent once more. “Damn it..” Severus muttered pausing to set his forehead
against the cool stone of the mantle his eyes staring into the dangerous flames
that for a moment asked him to join them in their dance of strange beauty. He
would have to keep up normal appearances, but he didn’t know if he’d be able if
the boy acted on instinct and came in contact with him again.
Turning away from the flames he went and poured himself another glass of
Firewhiskey ignoring the fact it might cause him to lose his own self control
over the night. Instead he strengthened the wards around his rooms, warding it
against himself from leaving until the alcoholic poison was out of his system
in case his state decided to act on instinct anyhow. He walked into his chilled
bedroom of black and red decorations a mute opposite of the black and green in
his living room. Undressing he smiled as he felt the cold begin to sink into
his pale skin as his body temperature slowly began to return to normal as he
sipped his quickly chilling drink. When he lay down for the night finally he
fell unconscious as his body reacted violently to the poison but he didn’t know
anything of it until he awoke when the alarms told him to wake.
*~*
Harry had gotten little sleep after returning from the party earlier than most.
He found it disturbing to always constantly wanting to be watching Snape and
even getting the nerve to leave had been difficult. What was wrong with him? It
was like bumping into the man and breathing in his scent had put a spell of
infatuation over him and every spare thought was on the teacher he should and
did detest up until that point. Turning to Hermione on the way to Potions his
body seemed to hum as he got closer to the teacher that claimed his thoughts.
“Hermione, is there a spell that would cause a person to.. become infatuated
with the person they bump into? Or say a scent of something?” Harry asked
hesitantly. He wasn’t going to say anything about it being Professor Snape who
he had found unexplainable feelings for so much that he was restraining himself
from running ahead.
“I can’t say I’ve come across such a spell Harry,” Hermione replied her voice
thoughtful as Harry continued walking even when she stopped. It took him a
moment to get himself to pause for her to keep pace with him again. “There are
perfumes and colognes that are embedded with pheromones that cause the person
who scents them to gain an unruly attraction for a short period of time so long
as they smell the scent, but it would affect everyone who would be within range
to smell them. Why Harry? Is there something wrong? I can’t imagine you’d be
wanting to cast that sort of spell over a girl, it’s not right.”
“No.. nothing’s wrong.” Harry said shaking his head with a sigh. If there
wasn’t a spell to it and the cologne wasn’t long lasting and had affected only
him what could it be? Biting his lip for a moment he gave a smile to Hermione
who continued to look at him worriedly. “Don’t worry ‘Mione, spelling a person
to fall in love with me isn’t my intention at all.. I was just curious.”
Harry knew that Hermione was still watching him but he walked into the Potions
classroom and took a seat. He didn’t understand the calling his body had to
Snape’s, he felt the man approaching and bit his lip. There was no explanation
of liking the man that tortured him so much over the past five years, going on
sixth. He couldn’t ask anything more of Hermione he knew she would guess the
problem was him he’d need to go to the library alone and try to find something
on his own. His eye turned to the door even before it opened and he struggled
to remain in his seat, he never had the best sense of smell but yet he could
catch a whiff of the man’s scent that was so intoxicating as he walked to the
front without a glance his way.
Throughout class he fidgeted and even with all the mistakes he made, so far as
his cauldron bubbling over and beginning to melt the wood table the Professor
paid him no attention. Harry looked at Hermione rather confused at that point
and though she had no answer to it Harry wondered if the man would know
something of what was going on if it affected him. He could at least question
at the risk of sounding stupid if there was a potion that would cause a person
to become irrationally infatuated to a person just by the person’s scent. He
wondered idly if that was just giving himself away though, if Snape was just
ignoring the constant faults in hope Harry would give up trying to keep up in
Potions he would be laughed out of the man’s classroom if the Professor was one
to laugh.
After class he managed to knock over his bag and make it seem like an accident.
Hermione paused as he stooped down to gather everything that fell out but Harry
could see she wanted to get to class in time, something he had been expecting.
“Go on. I’ll catch up.” He told her, his voice raspy with nerves but there was
nothing he could do. With a last glance at him though she nodded and left the
classroom.
“Hurry up Potter, if your work in this class is any evidence to the rest of
your schoolwork tardiness wouldn’t be wise,” Snape said as Harry managed to
stuff the last text book in his bag finally. Biting his lip he stared up at the
Professor suddenly nervous and excited they were alone in the room together.
“Sir, I have a question..” Harry began slowly his feet taking him closer to the
man’s desk. He could feel those dark eyes on him and for a moment it seemed as
if the older man was undressing him with his eyes. The man said nothing though
and made no motion for him to go on. Licking his lips he was ready to just give
up fighting and allow his body to do as he wanted.
Severus watched Potter nervously, the boy waiting until after class to act
hadn’t been something he’d expected but if something were to happen at least
there’d be no witnesses. He kept his face in the emotionless expression waiting
for the boy to continue, to question why he had all of a sudden began liking
him the moment he bumped into him. The boy never spoke though and after a few
minutes even his uncharacteristically patient self was slipping away quickly as
the boy’s scent continued to lure him nearer and his self control was slowly
failing. “What is it Potter?” He demanded finally, frustration making him at
least sound like his normal self.
Harry blinked, he’d spent the time staring at Snape wondering why it was so bad
that he had begun to like him. He jumped a bit startled the man’s voice
reminding him as to why it was so bad. “Is.. there a potion that makes it
possible to fall in love with the person after merely breathing in their
scent?” He was fighting himself from going closer knowing he might just jump
the man if he allowed himself too close and he didn’t want that.. and yet he
liked being alone in the room with the man anyhow.
Severus’ lips twitched at the idea the boy had gotten. Probably thinking he’d
gotten the one dosed butterbeer in the party as just his luck. At least the boy
was muggle raised, he might have come to a different conclusion far too soon. A
part of him remained impressed, he always assumed the boy lacked self control
but he knew the feelings would be stronger for Potter than it was for him,
annoying as they were. “No Potter there is not. You would know that love
potions rely on the person’s essence being present in the potion, not a mere
scent on idle passing would influence it. You’d know this if you read the
section of love potions in your text. Now go before I decide to remove twenty
points for stupidity.”
Harry felt his spirits fall when Snape had given proof his idea had indeed been
stupid. He paused for a moment involuntarily as he tried to fight with whatever
control he had but he managed to flee before Snape came true on his threat. He
ignored grumbles from Gryffindors as points were subtracted for being tardy to
the class he had been missing while staring at the dark hair wizard in the
dungeons. Hermione looked at him as if questioning where he had been but he
shrugged and pretended to pay attention to the lesson but made plans of heading
to the library after hours.
When everyone was abed and Ron’s snoring told him his friend was asleep Harry
carefully crawled out of bed and pulled a robe on over his pajamas. Grabbing
invisibility cloak and map he left the common room. It was slow progress as he
hunched beneath the cloak to keep his feet from showing and avoiding teachers
and moving around obstacles. Biting his lip he let himself into the library and
with a cautious look around and another glance at the map to ensure no one was
around slid the cloak from his shoulders and sighed realizing he had no idea
what to actually look for in a book.
“Locator spell it is then..” Harry said in a small voice casting a spell
looking for anything that would explain inexplicable infatuation. He moved
through the shelving units of books picking up the ones his spell had pointed
him to and took the small pile of books to a far table no where near the door.
Setting the map in clear view he began to look through the book titles marking
titles down for later if he didn’t get through the ten books that sate before
him. He bit his lip when three of the four of the books was a book of some form
on magical creatures, his curiosity peeked he began flipping through one of the
four to find the entry that had brought this book and perhaps the others if
there was a common creature in the four. He didn’t think it would make sense
though, would it mean that Snape is a magical creature of some sort that has a
spell over him? If that were the case why wasn’t Snape acting on it if he
wanted him so.. His body was willing enough and when he was near the man even
his mind couldn’t think up a protest.
Severus wandered the corridors for students out of bed, unlike most teachers he
didn’t mind the shifts of staying up. He didn’t need too much sleep and walking
around the halls was far less constricting than pacing his rooms when sleep
would not come. As he began to pass the library door however he paused his brow
furrowing. He looked into the dark room his nose in the air, he couldn’t see
any light but he knew Potter was in the library. Feeling a small sense of dread
it was about what was affecting him, he walked into the library following the
scent of his mate to a back corner where he was stooped over some book with his
back to him.
Approaching soundlessly Severus looked over the boy’s shoulder, or began to do
so as Potter’s scent overwhelmed him. Biting back a sound as he closed his eyes
he got control of himself once more to look at the page Harry was just flipping
to the ornate writing above a blue eyed humanoid creature with sallow skin and
sunken cheeks was the word ‘Vampire’ wondering how far the boy had read into it
already part of him wanted to say this would be easier than explaining so it’d
be simpler to claim him. Forcing himself to step a respectable distance to the
side still giving him a good view of the title he narrowed his eyes trying to
play the ass of a teacher he didn’t want to be with his mate, rather
irrationally when he thought of it. “Late night reading on the creatures seen
mostly at night Potter?”
Harry jumped suddenly looking up from reading the beginning of the chapter on
vampires. He stood up awkwardly as Snape waved his wand an the books shut and
went flying to their places on the shelves. His body’s reactions seemed to have
stilled in his concentration on trying to find the answer he hadn’t noticed the
man’s presence. Now though as he stood staring up at Snape admiring how
handsome the man was rather than worrying about being caught out of bed. Those
eyes narrowed at him further as he began to step forward and Snape stepped back
as if purposely keeping a distance from him.
“What has you so interested in vampires Potter that you cannot wait until
daytime to look them up?” Severus snarled all too aware the boy was losing self
control, he could smell the scent of arousal off the boy and it was harder to
ignore instinct then. So whenever Harry approached he backed away acting far
out of character but keeping himself from jumping the boy.
“I was looking something else up I hadn’t wanted anyone to know about... I was
trying to see why three magical creature books had come up in my spell..” Harry
said feeling as if someone had slipped him veritaserum when he couldn’t keep
himself saying more than he needed which was all of that. What happened to the
simple lies he could make up around Snape.
“Find anything interesting Potter?” Snape sneered at him and he shook his head
biting back a comment that had to do until he had gotten there. “Then I suggest
you return to your dormitory.”
“Y-yessir,” Harry muttered grabbing up his things quickly glancing over to
Snape longingly and he knew the older man had seen it for he had turned away.
Harry again had to force himself to turn away from the man and get walking
pausing when Snape called his name.
“Potter, report to my office after supper tomorrow for detention,” Snape said
and made an uncharacteristic shooing motion. Rather confused Harry nodded and
left the library sliding beneath the invisibility cloak to avoid being seen by
others. Never had he been so happy about getting a detention.. it was strange.
But he’d get to be alone with Snape even if the excuse wasn’t the reason he
wanted.
Severus watched Potter walk away wondering what he was getting himself into by
letting himself be alone with his mate. He sighed he’d simply have to make
certain it was something that he didn’t need to be looming over his shoulder to
supervise, if they didn’t get too close Potter might still hold onto self
control and he could at least watch the object of his heart’s reluctant desire.
“What do you know about vampires?” Harry asked Hermione over lunch. There was
something that had bothered him about the night before about how Snape had been
acting giving a vague form of interest if he found anything out. He hadn’t the
chance to get to the library yet and probably wouldn’t that day unless he snuck
out at night again.
“They’re creatures that feed off of humans,” Ron said between mouthfuls of food
and Harry shook his head. Leave it to Ron to give him the answer he already
knew about.
“There’s more to them than that Ronald.” Hermione said tersely turning away
from the tall redhead to look at Harry once more. Her look once again was
questioning, it wasn’t often Harry asked of things that would be considered
extra work to both him and Ron and two days in a row was peculiar. “What is it
you want to know?”
“Well.. all I know about them is from Muggle depictions,” Harry said slowly,
the paragraph he managed to read before being interrupted the night before a
vague reminder of that because it was stating Muggle thinking was clearly wrong
as it was with all things magical. Hermione just shook her head knowing too
well he had yet to pick up even one of the magical creatures textbooks that
they had assigned to them at the beginning of the year, nor even the Defense
Against the Dark Arts books.
“The only things that are correct about Muggle depictions is that they drink
blood and the two solutions to kill them from a Muggle standpoint is fire or
the chopping off their head, stake to the heart merely paralyzes them.”
Hermione said falling into lecture mode to the dissatisfaction of Ron by the
sigh the redhead given, yet Harry spotted some interest but perhaps it was
because he was learning how Muggles seen the a Magical Creature that bothered
both wizards and Muggles alike. “Sunlight has no effect on them other than an
annoyance and too long in it speeds up the need to feed. In a human lifetime
they only have one truly compatible mate, when that mate is turned or dies if
the vampire is unable to find him or her at the time and moves on to another
compatible mate. Of course it’s possible for them to fall for another but they
don’t have the ease of their pheromones to dispel any negative feelings and
ensures that they would be willing when in different circumstances they
wouldn’t unless the vampire worked on it.”
“In other words a vampires mate is a slave to lust over them and let them do
what they like and they can still call it consensual because the human or
wizard is begging for it.” Ron stated in a simpler way than Hermione’s
explanation. Harry frowned, hadn’t Hermione mentioned pheromones the day before
that would make a person irrationally infatuated with a person and is caused by
scent? He looked up at the head table but Snape wasn’t in the hall for lunch,
he never was. Why had the man been concerned about him learning any of that?
Was it the Professor was a vampire and he Harry was his.. Harry shook his head.
The idea was preposterous, whatever was going on with what he felt for Snape
was just some annoying prank someone had pulled on him.. yet he couldn’t wait
to be alone with Snape that night alone, even for detention. He really needed a
better explanation.
*~*
Severus knew Potter was there but he waited for the nock before calling to the
boy to enter. He looked up from his papers at set them down his nose flaring as
his small office was filled with that enticing scent. He motioned to the pile
of dirty cauldrons and returned his focus to grading papers doing his best to
ignore the boy that was in the privacy of his office all to aware that if
something did happen they were now in a lot more private place than the
library.
Harry glanced at Snape, any thought of self control was slowly slipping away as
he tried to focus on the task set before him. The scent was overbearing in the
small space and even without contact his body was reacting way too readily for
Harry’s liking. Gritting his teeth he scrubbed at the cauldrons harder getting
the greasy and oily substances off in hard scrubs purposely to stop anything he
didn’t truly want from happening even if his body seemed to beg for him to
climb onto Snape’s lap.
Severus fidgeted as Potter’s scent became steadily more aroused the longer he
was in his presence, the work made a sheen of sweat coat Harry’s skin as
Severus watch his body beginning to react as he did wishing scrubbing cauldrons
wasn’t what was making the boy sweat. Severus gouged his hand with his quill
before he did something stupid realizing giving Potter detention was already a
stupid thing, making it a reason to be alone in a private room. He wished the
boy would stop cleaning those pots with such vigor, the sweat was only making
the scent so much stronger for him.
“Okay. That’s enough!” Severus said when he couldn’t take much more as he
looked at Potter when the boy turned. His eyes lingered on the aroused and
sweaty body for a moment again needing to remind himself with pain that Potter
was off limits. When Potter only stared at him confused though he looked at the
boy with an annoyed look. “Go. Your detention is complete.”
Harry blinked realizing that Snape was letting him off early, he wasn’t nearly
half way finished with the cauldrons but the man was letting him go. Shaking
his head he wanted to stay longer but the man was annoyed about something and
Harry did think he wanted to stick around and take the brunt of the man’s
anger. Turning Harry hurried out of the office and made his way up to the Room
of Requirement not surprised very much that when the room opened for him so he
could deal with his arousal in complete privacy a portrait of Snape hung on the
wall robes hanging open to reveal a pale chest.
Staring at the dark haired wizard his imagination got away from him and he was
making small sounds as he was enveloped by strong arms and was kissed so
passionately. The longing was horrible though, the dream dripping away back to
reality as his eyes focused the still portrait once more. Even as an imagining
it felt as though it could become the reality he wanted, to be cared for
unconditionally and never be alone again.
Down in the dungeons Severus Snape growled as the spell broke, cursing Potter
fluidly he flung the glass of red liquid against the mantle watching it shatter
and it’s contents drip down almost beautifully. Somehow their minds had begun
to bond with nothing more than being in another’s presence going against what
he knew, of what his mentor had taught him. Severus had been locked in place
living through Potter’s imaginings just as vividly as if they were his own, and
perhaps in a way they were.
Pursing his lips he waved his wand at the mess and stalked to the bathroom, he
needed a cold shower before bed in hopes of ridding himself of another scene of
his own.
***** Speculations *****
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. They
belong to Rowling and I am making no profit.
 
“Do you think Snape’s a vampire?” Harry asked his friends on day after he
returned from the room of requirement after another evening spent in detention.
Snape had again sent him away early. He had picked up his school books to try
get homework done before bed but his mind returned to the everlasting question
and he didn’t think airing it to his friends would tell them he was under some
sort of spell.
“He’s certainly pale enough,” Ron said looking up from the essay he was getting
through slowly. The red head shrugged though considering the possibility. “He’s
obsessed enough in black as well.”
“Professor Snape might be a git, but there’s no reason to speculate he’s a
vampire all of a sudden,” Hermione said glaring over at both of them over the
top of a textbook. “Besides if you even read of anything about vampires after
you first asked me, you’d know they have blue eyes, which turn a dull red when
they fall into a blood frenzy if they don’t go feeding for too long.”
Harry failed to see where he had the time to look up things outside his
classwork when he’d been getting detentions, purposely however. He was doing
anything to get alone with the professor but the man wasn’t making it as easy
as he’d like. It used to be simple mistakes in Potions would land him
detentions, now the man acted as if he ignored them or even attributed it to a
common mistake when it was the man’s presence making him not concentrate on
what he was doing. He’d resorted to pranks at times to get at least a couple
night’s detentions but they were always cut short just as he couldn’t stand not
doing anything.
“What’s with your curiosity about the old git anyhow?” Ron asked him and Harry
looked up at him looking slightly confused. “I may not be in Potions, but I’ve
heard of some pranks. Are you trying to lose your head? Or are you following my
brothers’ footsteps?”
Harry looked away before the redhead would spot the tinge of pink that had
covered his cheeks. Licking his lips he gave a small shrug. “It’s time he felt
tortured some.”
“Why couldn’t you do it when I was in class? I could have helped you!” Ron
demanded making Harry look back at him startled a grin twitching at his lips.
“I’d give anything to see the old bugger’s face after a really good prank.”
“Perhaps you should have got the grades to continue then,” Harry said with a
shrug. There was one trick he’d like to do but Snape is never seen eating or
drinking anything. Though he is at the dinner meat at the head table if one
watched him, and Harry did watch him, he didn’t touch a thing. Harry knew that
teachers eating there for breakfast and dinner were mandatory or at least their
presence but he wondered if the man was that careful. “Have you two noticed he
never eats?”
“What do you mean? He’s at breakfast and dinner all the time,” Ron said looking
confused.
“He’s there, but he never touches anything.”
“Why do you think he wouldn’t eat anything?”
“He’s had a rough life, you both know that. Perhaps he doesn’t trust food he
himself doesn’t make.” Hermione told them with an exasperated sigh as he glared
at them for gossiping on the hated teacher. “Of course if you want to continue
on the vampire way of things food is poisonous to them. Alcohol is the only
thing that vampires can drink without a dangerous reaction, presumably so it’d
be easier to lure victims out of bars if they joined the social rank. Muggles
might not notice them purposely not touching the stuff but wizards or witches
would most likely notice it.”
“Another point of him being a vampire then,” Ron said looking at her curiously
once more. “The blue eyes can be hidden by a glamour, so the fact he doesn’t
have blue eyes isn’t the only thing to base that he is not a vampire on.”
Harry nodded his agreement and Hermione rolled her eyes to return to her book
with a shrug, she’d brought it up again but there wasn’t any real proof it was
just speculation. Ron was pulled over to think similarly to Harry but he looked
at the fire as he thought. “You don’t think Dumbledore would have hired him if
he knew he was a vampire would he?”
“Why not?” Harry asked looking at Ron, if there were ways for werewolves to
function normally in a society, why not vampires as well? “Lupin’s a werewolf
and he’d hired him.”
“There’s potions for werewolves though Harry,” Hermione said giving up on her
textbook when she couldn’t go on ignoring the two. “To my knowledge there
hasn’t been one created successfully for vampires.”
“Snape is a Potion’s Master though,” Harry reasoned as he stood up to pace, his
homework for the night was long forgotten. “If he were a vampire wouldn’t you
think he’d try to create a potion for himself? He’s obviously got the
capabilities.”
“Why did you start thinking he was a vampire anyhow Harry?” Hermione asked when
she didn’t have anything else to point out against the idea. She was still
curious about all the interest in both vampires and Snape.
“I don’t know,” Harry said moving to sit down again with a sigh. It wasn’t
exactly a lie but he wasn’t about to tell his friends he had begun having
feelings for the man. When he wasn’t near him he could think rather clearly and
remember why he hated him, why he should hate him but whenever he was near
Snape he couldn’t think anymore and the only thing stopping him from jumping
the man was there were students in class with him and he forced himself to
focus on the task Snape set him during detention.
“Tell me Mr Potter, you’ve always been a rule breaker but tell me this. Why
does it seem you are trying my patience on purpose?” Severus asked in his best
teacher voice as he stared down his nose at the boy blatantly walking the halls
without so much as his invisibility cloak. Severus has been putting up with all
the messes and pranks and cursing Potter every step of the way while he was
forcibly giving him detentions. Of course he knew the reasons, Potter’s body
was tempting him to do anything to get close to him but the boy hadn’t done
much but do the work he told him without so much as a word to him. If the boy’s
plan was to get close and woo him he wasn’t doing a great job.
“I’m sorry if you’re taking it personally Sir,” Harry said looking up at the
tall man doing his best not to fidget beneath those intense obsidian eyes.
Inside he was laughing to himself, he was catching an insight to the man who
never asked for excuses before now. Perhaps the man was different than he’d
thought he was, it’d be nice to be proven correct. “As you said I’m always a
rule breaker, I gotta keep up that image.”
Severus sneered down at the boy, he was hardly in the mood for Potter’s cheek
and yet he was amused that he’d regained some function other than utterly
staring. Something he wasn’t catching himself doing as his eyes roamed over the
lightly tanned skin, took in those beautifully emerald eyes and full lips. His
eyes slid over Potter’s neck and licked his lips as he listened in the silence
the sound of the boy’s heart beat and the gush of flowing blood. With a blink
he was back and realized Potter was asking him if he was alright. “Yes, yes
Potter. Go back to bed and report for detention at the regular time.” He turned
away and hall duty or not rushed to his rooms before making certain Potter did
as he was told.
Harry watched Snape leave with a startled look, one would think he was the
teacher telling the man to do as he’d been told. He returned to the common room
in deep thought, Snape was acting entirely different and what he’d seen he
didn’t think it was exactly a good way. Harry could remember those eyes on him
taking in every inch of skin exposed, Harry’s cheeks heated even at the memory
of it. When the eyes had gotten to his neck though Harry had seen the need in
the man’s eyes as he licked pale lips, a quick dash of pink breaking seemingly
white skin in the eerie light emitted from their wands. That was when the man
seemed to lose all composure and had taken a step toward him and Harry wanted
to close the distance so badly but instead asked if the man was alright.
He looked into the embers of the dying fire in the fireplace. If Snape was a
vampire he knew the man was wanting to feed by what he’d seen, but even though
he had his suspicions about the man he was wanting to go forward and let him
feed. He shivered in the warm room as he imagined being held in those arms as
teeth sunk into his neck. It was strangely erotic and he felt himself get hard
thinking about it. He fell into one of the armchairs with a sigh, would he
really be alright with dating a vampire? He shook his head, not in rejection
but at his folly. Snape was a teacher and though ass he might be he wouldn’t
get into a relationship with a student, life mate or not.
Harry woke the next morning still in the arm chair and looked at the time and
gasped it was middle of first period and it was potions. Why hadn’t Hermione
waken him? He got up and ran upstairs to get changed and ran back down to spot
Hermione walking in and giving a smile. “Oh you’re up good. I was just about to
wake you if you weren’t. Why’d you sleep in the armchair anyhow?”
“I wasn’t able to sleep and I didn’t want to wake the others,” Harry said
looking at the girl rather confused, why wasn’t she in class. “Why didn’t you
wake me?”
“Potion’s has been cancelled for the day for some reason,” Hermione said
holding him a napkin of cold toast which he accepted with thanks anyhow. “I
thought you might’ve wanted to sleep in. Though I don’t know how comfortable an
armchair could really be.”
“Oh.. Thanks.” Harry mumbled taking a bite of toast. Potions was cancelled? Was
Snape alright? He’d looked okay the night before, aside from the time he’d
spent staring at him. He had also run from him, perhaps the man wasn’t alright.
“Does anyone have any idea as to why?”
“No Harry. Though I dislike missing classes, I didn’t think there was a need to
ask around,” Hermione answered looking at Harry oddly. Was he really wanting to
go to class?
“Oh, sorry.” Harry mumbled again sighing, he wasn’t thinking straight. Perhaps
he should go down to ask if his detention was pushed to the next day as well,
ignoring the feeling that was telling him he was just wanting to make certain
the man was alright. Shaking his head he pushed the idea aside. “Where had you
been?”
“Library,” Hermione told him as if he didn’t need to ask. “First class is
almost over, we better head to Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
Harry nodded slightly and followed Hermione out of the common room and towards
class but he was still thinking of Snape and wondering the reason as to why
class was cancelled. By the time classes was over Harry was anxious to be done
with dinner. Snape wasn’t at the head table and neither was Dumbledore, sighing
he stared at his food and ate quickly. He didn’t know why but he was more
anxious to see Snape than usual since all this started, biting his lip he
excused himself and left dinner early to head down into the dungeons.
Harry stood at Snape’s office door for a moment and knocked, he was waiting for
Snape to answer when he spotted Dumbledore walking out from behind a portrait
from a room hidden behind it. Spotting Harry Dumbledore looked confused and
paused. “Harry, my boy. Do you need anything from Professor Snape?”
“Uh, no Professor.” Harry said glancing at the office door knowing already that
Snape wasn’t in it. “I just have a detention with Professor Snape and wasn’t
certain if it was cancelled as well.”
“Oh, yes..” Dumbledore said giving Harry a look to say he shouldn’t be getting
in such trouble still. “One moment Harry.”
Harry stood waiting while Dumbledore disappeared into the room once more, the
portrait swinging closed once more behind him. Biting his lip he realized the
room must be Snape’s personal quarters, even if he hadn’t needed to come down
for his detention he was glad that he had. Dumbledore reappeared and told him
to come in. Harry looked around the small living room in colors of green and
black and was surprised to see a small kitchenette with a muggle fridge. His
eyes returned to the Potion’s Master who sat in one of the armchairs and for a
moment he was uncomfortable remembering the night before he heard the portrait
close behind him and Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.
Looking back to Snape the man looked well enough and those eyes weren’t
focusing on his neck and seemed to try not to focus on Harry himself. He
wondered idly if the man was attracted to him just as inexplicably as Harry was
to the older man. Biting his lip his eyes looked around again as the silence
between them grew.
“Had you considered not showing up for your detention Mr Potter?” Snape asked
him finally and Harry gulped as he walked forward until he was standing at the
arm of the green velvet sofa.
“Classes were cancelled, so I was uncertain Sir,” Harry said truthfully though
the first part would have been known already to the man. He shifted
uncomfortably, there was something different about being alone with the man in
his office than being alone with him in his private quarters. “I had thought
perhaps you were... unwell.”
“I am not sick Mr Potter,” Snape said sneering at him, the look made his
stomach clench each time he’d seen it and biting his lip he nodded his
understanding. Snape stood and motioned for him to follow. Harry didn’t press
further about what had kept him from teaching classes when Snape didn’t
elaborate but he’d wanted to.
Snape lead him through a door and for a fleeting moment he thought it would be
the man’s bedroom, but instead he was greeted by the sight of a work room.
Cauldrons were bubbling in the middle of the room and shelves lined the walls
holding ingredients. There were boxes on the floor in one corner and Snape
walked over to them.
“This is my private work room Potter, you are not to go near or even look into
the cauldrons. I do not need the work spoiled by your folly,” Snape said his
dark eyes looking down on him. Harry realized the man was only giving him this
job because he’d probably run out of things to give him, licking his lips he
nodded. “In the boxes are ingredients, the shelves are marked on where each
ingredient goes and the ingredient containers are also marked as to what they
are. It’s a simple job Potter, I’m certain even you cannot mess it up.”
“Yessir,” Harry mumbled as the man waited for an affirmation. The man nodded
and left with another warning of not to go remotely near the bubbling cauldrons
less he want a month with Filch cleaning out the grimiest parts of the castle.
Harry shivered and turned to the boxes to get to work.
The job was tedious and long since he couldn’t take direct routes to cupboards
on the other side of the room. Even without Snape’s warning or order would
Harry go near the cauldrons less he trip and knock something over or even drop
a loose ingredient within the batches. Every once in a while Snape returned to
stir the potions but this was the first detention that the man hadn’t sent him
away early, and the first one he wasn’t sent away with longing to jump the man.
Before he left though he turned to Snape back in the man’s living room.
“Sir?” Harry began questioning even his reason to stop, he’d never thought
about this before and yet here he was. The man stood there waiting for him to
continue with an impatient look in his eyes. “Would.. would it be possible to
get private tutoring from you in potions?” Harry looked away suddenly blushing
some and his mouth yammered on. “As you know I’m horrible at them.. but it’s
not purposeful and I try to do it correct they just don’t turn out proper.. and
I was thinking with a .. little more tutelage I might gain more skill than I
have.”
“You have a lack of skill Potter, anything would aid you to improve.” Snape
interrupted in a harsh voice making Harry flinch. He knew he’d been babbling
but the man’s proximity was again taking it’s effects on him. Looking back up
at the man he expected to see anything but the opposite of disgust on the man’s
face. The look was quickly replaced by the cold mask he sported but Harry
spotted it even if for a moment he thought he’d imagined it. The man must be
feeling the same effects, right? “However much I might dislike it Potter, you
do need something I’m tired of tables and floors melting or spilling messes
that might cause boils or something worse.” Snape’s nose wrinkled as he agreed
with Harry and accepted his request. Harry gave a brief smile to the man and
for a moment he had the overwhelming urge to hug his Potions Master he held it
off but just barely. “After dinner Potter every night and Saturday afternoon
you will come to my office for your additional lessons. Don’t be late or
they’ll be cancelled.”
“Thank you sir!” Harry said enthusiastically in replace of the hug and other
things he’d like to do to the older man. He hurried out of the man’s rooms
before he allowed himself to do anything of the sort and made a slow way up to
the Gryffindor common room.
Severus watched Potter go with a curious look wondering about what he had just
gotten himself into. That was all he needed was more reason to be in the same
room with Potter alone but a reason to need to be near the boy. Too many things
could go horribly wrong if either of them lost their self control and it
appeared the boy was having harder luck each time they were near. After last
night’s episode it was only evident that things just might go wrong on another
level if he wasn’t careful.
Both Hermione and Ron looked up when he walked into the common room in a happy
mood. He went up to grab his school bag and returned to sit in their place
beside the fire as the two continued to look at him expectantly and he looked
at them confused. Ron finally asked what had been on both of there minds.
“Where were you?”
“Detention.” Harry said raising his eyebrows, he’d thought he’d told them where
he was off to after dinner but both of them looked at him blankly. “I’d gotten
one for wandering the halls last night and bumped into Snape.”
“You served detention with Professor Snape? I thought classes were cancelled,”
Ron sad his turn to look confused and Hermione sat forward expecting an
explanation as to why the man had cancelled classes.
“It didn’t state detentions so I’d gone down to check, he made me restock his
private workroom’s ingredients cabinets,” He said with a shrug as he pulled out
neglected homework with a sigh he caught Hermione’s questioning gaze and gave
another shrug. “I didn’t notice anything wrong and he’d said he was not sick. I
didn’t press the issue as to why he’d cancelled class.”
“You mean he actually shared personal information with you?” Ron asked
incredulously his eyes widening. “He didn’t just state ‘It is none of your
business Mr Potter’ or something?”
Harry shook his head ‘no’ and looked at what had added up with a sigh, he
wondered how he was ever going to keep up this pace if he added on a private
tutoring session with Snape. “I won’t be around after dinners or Saturday
afternoons now. I’d asked him if he’d tutor me privately and he agreed.”
Both of them were staring at him. Hermione looked startled, whether it was
because he was going for help or Snape was giving it he wasn’t certain. Ron was
a mix of startled and horrified as he stated what was on his mind. “Why would
you want to spend more time with his abusive ass? Or in other ways why’d he say
yes? I’m certain he was enjoying watching you fail and trying to get you to
quit.”
“You both know I’m as horrible as he says I am, I’m trying to improve my
record.” Harry told them reasonably. If he wanted to be an auror he had to be
good at Potions to be on the safe side, the way he was going he’d be dead quick
if someone decided to try poison him. He didn’t mention that he liked spending
time with Snape.
“Good for you Harry,” Hermione said with a small nod and smile. “You’re finally
taking initiative to get better at your worst subject.”
“I still can’t see why you want to put up with his abuse for a minute longer
than you absolutely need to. ‘Mione is good at potions, she probably could have
helped.” Ron said. Harry sighed knowing his friend wasn’t going to let up at
all and trying to ignore it as the redhead continued. “From day one he’s
singled you out with his verbal abuse and now you’re opting in for more? You’ve
finally lost your mind that’s what.”
“I want to have the extra time with him so lay off,” Harry muttered darkly
glaring at the redhead, pausing to realize what he’d blurted out as his friends
stared at him once more. Biting his lip he looked away and started to work on
his homework that was being left undone the more they talked.
“Do you actually like him?” Ron asked in a strangled voice when the silence had
stretched far too thin. Harry glared at him once more and bit his lip harder.
“You do, don’t you!?”
Harry put down his quill sharply and gritted his teeth, Ron really didn’t know
how to let something go. Especially when a person didn’t want admit one thing
or another.
“I can’t explain it,” Harry said finally his eyes shifting to look into the
fire because he couldn’t find himself to face looking at either of his friends
as he said it. “But..” He paused to watch the fire dance with beautiful grace.
“I think I love him.”
***** Alienation *****
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. They
belong to Rowling and I am making no profit.
 
A/N: Ron Weasley fans might hate me on this one. All I can say for my reason is
that he's never been a favorite character of mine and though he's like a
brother to Harry I always imagined he was a bigot and if he learned Harry was
gay (in any of my fics -had written more long ago but they were lost when aff
did the move years ago under same username-) he always turned a homophobic
arse. Never remained so but I don't know exactly where this fic is leading me.
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Harry ignored the looks he received from his Gryffindor schoolmates and even
some from the other houses. Since breakfast it seemed everyone knew to his
admission of his unexplained feelings for Snape after Ron yelled at him in
disgust. Hermione had a look of dawning over her face understanding why he’d
been questioning her but she was the only one who stood by him. He stared at
his lunch wondering idly why he’d ever thought Ron was a good person, he heard
pointed whispered around him as people walked passed and he shoved his plate
away no longer hungry.
“I’ll see you in class ‘Mione,” Harry said standing up and leaving the Great
Hall. He had a double period of potions next and even that didn’t raise his
spirits temporarily. Chewing his lip he flinched when he felt a person’s hand
on his arm, but it was only a gentle touch. “You didn’t have to follow me
Hermione.”
“I’m not Granger Potter,” a smooth voice drawled and Harry turned to the blonde
warily taking a shaky breath as he looked into those grey eyes and waited for
the boy to say something.
“What do you want Malfoy?” Harry asked finally when the boy stood silent a hand
still holding his arm. He tried to pull his arm away but the hand tightened, he
wasn’t in the mood to fight so he gave up.
“I’ve heard the strangest of rumors Potter,” Draco said to him his eyes
narrowing in disbelief rather than disgust. “Are you truly in love with my
godfather?”
“Everyone else believes it, why not you?” Harry asked he was done denying it,
the moment the words left his mouth he couldn’t take them back and say he was
joking. The damage was already done. If it made Malfoy hate him more, what was
the harm? Malfoy smiled though and Harry glared when the boy did the opposite
of what he expected. “You find it amusing then. That I’d fallen for the man
that has picked on me from day one, who I wouldn’t stand a chance with in even
normal circumstances.”
“No Potter, I’m just happy for him,” Draco retorted letting go of Harry’s arm
and patting his shoulder gently as the brunette looked at him strangely. “You
don’t understand it of course, but only one thing would make you change your
mind about Uncle Sev so I’m happy it’s finally come up. He deserves to have
someone, even if he doesn’t think so.”
“Would you explain it to me then?” Harry asked hating the way the boy was
holding it over his head that he didn’t know what had made him like Snape but
he did.
“I can’t, I have to leave him to explain it.” Draco told him shaking his head.
Putting his arm around Harry’s shoulders he lead him towards the potions
classroom to walk in on Snape bent over a cauldron. The dark eyes looked up and
narrowed at the sight of Harry beneath Draco’s arm and Draco pulled away for
the older man’s comfort if not Harry’s. “Hello Uncle, we thought we’d turn up
early for a change.”
“Since when are you two buddies?” Snape asked watching Harry shift nervously in
the doorway before heading to his seat. Harry couldn’t answer it and glancing
at Draco he was curious as to why the boy’s attitude changed all of a sudden,
but he was surprised to hear dialogue that didn’t hide a sneer beneath the
words.
“Since a rumor is causing animosity towards our little Savior,” Draco said
looking at Harry with raised eyebrows. Harry looked away confused by the
changes in personality and didn’t know what to make of it. Harry wasn’t about
to blurt it out to Snape even if there was some sort of connection between them
that Draco had been hinting at.
“What sort of rumor would this be, Mr Potter?” Snape asked waving his wand
setting it under a stasis spell and it disappeared to his work room. Harry
looked up at the man who walked closer trying to ignore Draco who was leaning
against the table he was sitting at as he stared up at the dark haired man. His
cheeks pinked and he tried to look away but his eyes were locked with Snape’s,
his body stood up and approached to a few inches away from the older man when
he tried to get himself under control.
“Just.. a silly rumor Sir.” Harry mumbled trying to ignore Draco trying to hide
a laugh behind his hand. So close to Snape he could breath in the man’s scent
so readily and his mind was beginning to feel fuzzy as if he couldn’t think.
“You know how kids are..”
Severus’ eyes narrowed as he watched Potter draw closer, trying not to draw
away in case it made his godson begin to laugh more. He had an idea of the
rumor at the mere fact Draco seemed to know what was going on between them. His
lips pulled back sharply as he tried to think. He hadn’t thought about this
predicament but as he stared down into Harry’s eyes he recognized the glazed
look in his eyes and frowned. “Indeed..”
The man’s hand drifted up lightly ghosting over Harry’s cheek and jaw bone.
Harry shivered at the barest of touches and he remained standing where he was
staring up at the older man waiting for him to make his move. Harry couldn’t
move if he wanted to, towards Snape or away. He was locked in the man’s gazed
and it was up to the man to let him go, the helplessness sent another shiver up
his spine this time it wasn’t of pleasure and Snape caught the small scent of
fear and he broke eye contact releasing Harry to stumble into a table.
A small whine escaped Harry as pain shot up his side from his hip, but it
wasn’t the pain that made the sound escape but the need for something. Snape
looked towards the door warily realizing the boy wouldn’t return to himself
before the class started and there was one way to bring him back to his right
mind. Draco got up silently and closed the door recognizing the wary look on
his uncle’s face.
Severus stepped forward drawing Harry against his body ignoring the shiver and
anxious excitement that ran through him as Harry looked at him expectantly lost
beneath the spell that had hold of him. He leant down the small distance and
pressed his lips to Harry’s possessively, kissing him rough and hard as his
arms tightened around the too thin body and felt his robes tug as the boy
grasped for a hold to return the kiss just as roughly, lips moving all too
willingly. Severus knew it was the need for a mate making him feel this way,
and the scent of pheromones making Harry so willing but at the moment it felt
so right.
Those lips left all too soon and his hand gripped at the table as the body
pulled away. Harry felt faint and as if someone had put a jelly legs curse on
him as he watched with a sinking heart as Snape walked away up to his desk
without a glance towards him. Harry heard the door open and somehow he managed
to make it back to his seat too focused on the memory of Snape’s arms around
him and the feel of the man’s lips to care about the looks of disgust he
received and whispered gibes sent his way.
“Come eat at the Slytherin table Harry,” Draco told him after class without a
glance at Hermione who was watching him suspiciously. Harry glanced at her
though nervously, he was tempted to do so if only to have some sort of
appetite. The Slytherins weren’t throwing gibes his way this time around, she
shrugged and walked away with a last worried glance at Draco. “She could have
joined if she wanted to stay with you so bad.”
“She’s just upset about everything.” Harry told Draco cautiously he was still
uncertain about trusting the Slytherin who worked just as hard as Snape had to
make his school years miserable. So far though Draco was being kind, and it was
something he needed. “She mothers me too much and she doesn’t trust you.”
“Do you trust me?” Draco asked his near invisible eyebrows rising towards his
hairline a true sign of curiosity.
“No,” Harry said truthfully a final thought on the matter but a person could
hardly blame him. Draco only grinned though and Harry knew the blonde had
already known the answer. “At this point though.. I’m willing to get to know
you as it seems I’ve little friends now.”
Draco set his hand on Harry’s shoulder with another innocent look. How quickly
a person could end up on the wrong side and in the wrong House when it comes to
this sort of thing. “We’re not all bad Harry.”
Harry nodded and followed Draco to the Slytherin table ignoring the dirty looks
that turned sour when the Gryffindors realized where he was heading. He sat
down beside Draco slowly realizing not all the Slytherins were looking at him
with welcome, but suspicion. Biting his lip he ignored it and looked at the
empty platters as students continued to stream in to sit down. As he listened
to Draco joke with his friends he picked at his food but still ate very little.
He smiled some as Draco turned to him as he spoke knowing the boy was welcoming
him to join in but he remained silent. Perhaps if he’d allowed the Hat to sort
him into Slytherin he’d be truly comfortable in this group, but he had said no
to it and it sent him to Gryffindor instead.
“Is everything alright?” Harry blinked realizing the blonde had whispered the
question in his ear. He give a small nod as he glanced over at him, his friends
were watching but didn’t say anything. “You should eat then, don’t let them see
it’s bothering you.”
“Yeah.. you’re right,” Harry mumbled and had to chuckle when Draco’s response
was his expected acceptance of the fact. Harry was anxious though, what if he’d
lost his friends for nothing? He looked up to the head table where Snape was
sitting and caught Snape staring at him in the process. The man’s eyes darted
away but Harry’s cheeks warmed as he made another attempt at eating. If it was
for nothing he was having a hard time placing the nothing part, the man was
showing interest in him if the kiss hadn’t told him so already.
He began to focus on what was being said and was soon talking animatedly with
Draco’s friends. He didn’t have to be a Slytherin to be accepted by this circle
now that he was already invited to join and he realized that though he lost the
friends he had in Gryffindor for the time being, he was making new ones in
Slytherin. When Dinner was over he got up with the rest and made his way back
down to the dungeons for his private lessons with Snape. Draco gave him a last
pat on the shoulder and Harry spotted Snape walking down the hall and past his
office to the portrait.
“Come along Mr Potter,” Snape told him and walked through the door behind the
portrait. Harry following obediently behind.
“You seemed very at home at the Slytherin table tonight Potter,” Severus mused
leading Potter back through the door to his private workroom where an empty
cauldron sat awaiting his first lesson to the small brunette. After the kiss
that afternoon it was harder to keep himself restrained around Potter when the
memory of the sweet taste of his lips made him want to taste so much more.
Harry felt his cheeks warm, he knew the man had been watching but there was a
difference with the man admitting it. He walked up to stand a small distance
away from Snape and the cauldron remembering he wasn’t supposed to be near the
cauldrons in that room. “Oh.. well I had a chance to be in Slytherin once.”
“Come closer Potter, I can’t teach you from there.” Snape ordered and smiled
when Potter obeyed immediately. He couldn’t help but notice the natural
submissive beneath the stubborn exterior. Snape blinked though at the admission
and his brows furrowed as he took the young hero in. “You were to be sorted
into Slytherin?” There was something he didn’t know about the boy. Severus had
just assumed he’d been sorted to Gryffindor because both his parents had been,
he had the Gryffindor qualities after all.
Harry nodded blushing deeper at the look he received from Snape and he looked
down at the open book that sat on the work table. “The hat wanted to put me in
Slytherin, but at the time I heard only dark wizards wound up there so I asked
it not to.” Harry wondered idly if the man would have been different to him if
he wound up in Slytherin rather than Gryffindor. It wouldn’t have changed what
his father had done to Snape while they were in school, but Snape had always
favored those in Slytherin.
Harry looked up at Snape when the man remained silent and his hand reached out
to brush the man’s arm gently. Snape blinked at him for a moment than pulled
away clearing his throat as he motioned to the text book which Harry focused on
again. It was opened to a simpler potion than the ones they were working on
now, but held a fatal key that everything needed to be put in at the right time
and the correct order. “We’ll start out with this one Mr Potter, any small
mistake might have dire consequences so I hope it’ll teach you to pay attention
to the directions given.”
Taking a deep breath hadn’t been the best of ideas as he breathed in the scent
of the older man. The scent made him flush as he tried to ignore the
instinctive pull towards Snape and begin to work on the potion set before him
with Snape’s constant supervision stopping him from making foolish mistakes.
One time Snape’s hand darted out to grab his wrist to keep him from dropping in
a pinch of the next ingredient. “You only need a small pinch Mr Potter less you
want your arm to be covered in blood blisters from that mistake.”
Harry shivered beneath Snape’s touch and he looked up at the man. So far he had
done fairly well with keeping himself under control but the sudden touch took
him by surprise as he tried to shift closer as his wrist was dropped. He put
the ingredient back into it’s bowl and looked at the man expectantly. Snape
stared down his nose at him. “Get back to work Potter, we’re not finished yet.”
“Can’t we just.. take a break. Sir?” Harry asked reaching out to take that long
fingered hand. He felt the man tense as he brought his hand to his lips kissing
the top of his hand and slid down to a finger tip. The hand was quickly pulled
away and gave Harry a gentle shove back towards the cauldron.
“That’s highly inappropriate Mr Potter,” Severus said trying to sound
teacherly, instead his voice seemed like a hesitant school girl’s. He couldn’t
focus on that now though, the boy could turn out rather seductive if Severus
allowed him to continue. “Are you wanting to learn potions or not?”
“Y-yes sir,” Harry stammered looking away from Snape realizing he’d almost lost
control of himself. Turning back to the cauldron he took a small pinch of the
ingredient and dropped it into the potion that was for once looking like it
should with help from the Potions Master. He took the spoon to stir it in like
the book had told him to do in a slow clockwise motion but Snape took the spoon
with his hand and all and guided Harry’s hand to move a little quicker and
going counter clockwise every fourth stir until the potion turned the violet
color that the text book was saying should come next. “Professor, that is the
third time you’d corrected my stirring to something that is different in the
text. How am I to know when it’d be more useful to do it in the way you shown
me?”
“The extra counter clockwise turn speeds up the process Potter,” Snape told him
his hand releasing Harry’s quickly before Harry returned to the seductive state
he’d slipped into for a moment. “It’s not safe in all potions mind you. Going
too slow with this one though could make the potion turn wrong though so even
if you continued it might not have turned the color.”
Severus watched Potter nod once more with the beginnings of a glazed look.
Taking out his wand he set the potion under a stasis spell. He himself was
having a harder time keeping himself away from the young sixteen year old that
was stinking of arousal already knowing that the kiss was a mistake when he
felt Potter’s body seem to call to his own to rid him of it’s arousal. Gritting
his teeth he ignored it. “That’s all for tonight Mr Potter, we’ll continue on
the morrow.”
Harry nodded an gathered up his bags and walked out of the work room a step
after Snape. “Sir.. thank you again.” He was stalling because he didn’t want to
leave the man’s presence. Snape merely nodded though and he had to leave so he
made his way back up to the Room of Requirement for privacy.
He smiled at the painting on the wall as he set down his bag and pulled off his
robes. The room was getting well used to these visits it seemed because it
seemed to add a more comfortable chair for him to sit in as he stared up at the
painting smiling some as he felt the cold eyes watch him as he unzipped his
pants. He wished they were the real set, that it was Snape standing before him
and touching him rather than his own hands. This time he could truly imagine
what it was like to be in strong arms as those pale lips claimed his, the
feeling of melting in that strong grasp as he allowed the Snape he imagined to
do anything and everything. He came with a small cry when he knew it was only
his hand making the pleasure.
In the dungeons Severus was driven to his knees gasping for breath. Unlike the
few times before this one was different when he lived through Potter’s
fantasies. The boy had been calling him to come to him and make the fantasy
real. It had been painful to ignore and had taken everything in his power to
keep himself from going up and finding him to give him what he needed. His eyes
drifted shut as he felt the slight coolness of the stone floor against his
forehead waiting for the effects to pass.
Harry was greeted in his common room by a fight going on between Hermione and
the boys of his dorm. The loudest was the tall redhead who was standing before
a trunk that he recognized as his suddenly realizing what the argument was
about. Clenching his fists he took a step forward as the boys quieted when they
noticed him, Ron turned to him and made a face of disgust.
“Gryffindor not good enough for you anymore Potter?” Seamus asked in a cruel
voice that cut deep as the others around him nodded. “Slytherin more your style
now that you’re in love with their head of house, right?”
“Why don’t you take your things and go to your precious Potions Master? We
don’t want a fag sleeping in the same room as us.” Dean sneered and Ron pushed
his trunk towards him with a foot.
Harry looked around the room hiding his hurt behind a mask. Ron couldn’t look
at him without disgust written over his face and all but Neville seemed to be
worried that he’d molest them in their sleep. Harry glanced at Hermione whose
face was red with anger and tears coursed down her cheeks. He gave her a grim
smile and picked up one handle of his trunk and pulled it through the portrait
hole without a word to any of them, it was no use to argue. The question was
though.. what was he going to do now?
Looking up he heard Ginny’s voice explaining what was going on to someone and
as footsteps approached Professor McGonagall appeared to be the one the
redheaded girl was talking to. The tall brown haired witch looked at him with a
sigh and looked up at Hermione who made her way out of the Gryffindor common
room wiping her eyes and saying apologies to Harry.
“Come along Mr Potter,” Professor McGonagall said waving her wand at his trunk
and it levitated behind them as they walked. “You’d think the same generation
would be much more accepting. We’ll have to speak to the Headmaster about this
and figure out what to do with you. Ms Granger, you’ll remain with us to
explain what happened back there to the headmaster, Ms Weasley you could return
to your dormitory.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Ginny said and ran back to the portrait with a worried glance
towards Harry.
“Harry, I’m sorry I was trying to end the folly before you returned,” Hermione
said quietly as they walked. She looked horribly upset and Harry patted her
shoulder awkwardly.
“I know ‘Mione, it’s not your fault.” Harry said with a sigh. They reached the
stone gargoyle by now and were on their way up the revolving steps to enter the
headmaster’s office.
“Minerva, Harry and Ms Granger,” Dumbledore said looking surprised to see them
and the trunk that had followed them in. “What is it that has brought you three
up here tonight.”
“We have a little predicament,” Professor McGonagall said stepping out from in
front of the two students. “It seems Mr Potter’s dorm mates no longer want him
in their dorm room.”
Dumbledore’s smile fell at this news and he waited for an explanation in
silence. Taking a shaky breath Harry stepped forward to explain. “They’ve
learned that I’m gay Sir. They seem to think of me as a threat if I remain.” It
wasn’t the entire truth but he didn’t want to get Snape in trouble.
Hermione nodded going along with his story and explained what happened while
Harry was taking extra lessons with Snape. Dumbledore sat in silence throughout
the tale asking a few questions, one of them was why he’d sat at the Slytherin
table that night. “Ron had learned of it last night Professor and I was
uncomfortable by the looks I was getting from him and the others. Draco had
invited me to sit with his friends so I didn’t have to hear anything they were
saying.”
“Hm.. this is quite the predicament,” Dumbledore was saying to no one in
particular as he stood up and paced the room. “I may be able to give you a
private room but others might complain about the special treatment..”
“Sir, I’ve a suggestion if I may,” Harry said interrupting the older man and
apologized for it quickly. Dumbledore nodded for him to continue and Harry
explained about the sorting hat his first year. “It was going to put me in
Slytherin.. so I thought that Draco and his friends didn’t mind me and they
know the truth so perhaps I could change houses?”
Dumbledore seemed to ponder about the idea and walked to the shelves where the
sorting hat sat. Setting it on his head he seemed to deliberate with the hat
silently and with a nod set it back on the shelf once more. “Alright, it seems
you do have the abilities needed for Slytherin as well. Ms Granger can you go
get Professor Snape for me and ask him to bring along Draco. He should be in
his rooms by now.”
Hermione nodded and was about to turn to ask where she was heading when Harry
smiled. “The portrait of a snake near his office is the entrance to his rooms.”
She nodded after giving him a strange look but left to do as she was asked.
Harry looked towards the entrance as he felt Snape near and gave a weary smile
as Hermione returned with Snape and Draco. Dumbledore thanked the two for
coming at this time and explained the situation to the both of them. “Draco I
asked you here to make certain that you and your dorm mates will be fine with
Harry there so long as Severus accepts Harry into his house.”
“Mr Potter is welcome of course Headmaster,” Snape said courteously. Dumbledore
didn’t expect any less even if Snape still had the animosity towards Harry
still. Harry gave a small sigh of relief and he looked at Draco. “If anyone has
any problems with him however they will answer to me.” Harry blinked and hid a
smile, if one didn’t know any better there was a hint of protectiveness in
Snape’s voice.
“I don’t think there’ll be any problems Professor,” Draco said with a small nod
of his head glancing up at the Potions Master. “They all seemed to accept Harry
at dinner.”
“It’s settled then,” Dumbledore said with a nod and Harry gave a small sigh. He
was angry at the Gryffindors but he was still a little upset at having to leave
the House he’d been in for five years and a month of his sixth. “Harry will be
settled in to Slytherin from now on. Draco, Severus. I’ll leave it to you to
show him the way to his new dormitory.”
Snape waved his wand at Harry’s trunk and it flew out ahead of them as with a
last smile to Hermione he followed Snape and Draco to the dungeons in silence.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked over to Draco with a thankful
smile as they lead him to the portrait that hid the Slytherin common room set
beneath the lake. “Draco, go ahead for a moment and explain that we’ve got a
new addition to our House I’d like to speak with Mr Potter for a moment.”
Draco grinned and with a password he was inside the common room with a wink to
Harry. Harry looked up at Snape cautiously wondering what the man would say
about the events of tonight. “Sir..”
“Mr Potter, know that I expect the best of efforts from the students in my
House,” Snape told him his long fingered hand lifting Harry’s chin so those
dark eyes were staring into his emerald ones. “There’s no excuse for anything
less. You had better be on good behavior from now on, no more detentions.”
Harry nodded dumbly as he stared into those obsidian eyes and smiled as Snape
leaned down to kiss him once more. His lips returned the kiss hungrily as he
felt himself pressed back against the wall his arms slid up and around Snape
pulling the man’s body against him and marveling at how great it felt to be so
close to the older man. Snape’s lips pulled away far too soon and a whimper
escaped him. “Shh Harry..” Snape said calling him by his first name for the
first time. “Another time, now it’s time to head in to meet your new House
mates and head to bed.. Understand?”
“Yes Sir,” Harry said but he couldn’t help but dislike it when Snape drew away
but he followed Snape into the Slytherin common room and was greeted with
friendly smiles from the group he’d been speaking with over dinner. Snape made
a quick speech about if the Slytherins wanted to put on a similar show like the
Gryffindors that they could all expect to be sleeping in the Forbidden Forrest
and Harry could have the rooms to himself. The smile Harry wanted to have on
his lips was hidden as he silently realized he was already mastering the
emotionless mask that was famous to the Slytherins.
Snape left and Draco led him up to the boys dormitory and helped him unpack his
stuff around his new green and black bed. “I’ll help you change your robes to
the Slytherin colors tomorrow, but you look exhausted so I won’t keep you up.
My bed is the next one over if you need anything.”
“Thanks Draco.” Harry said after a moment and the boy smiled before moving to
his own bed and changing into pajamas. Harry did the same and crawled into his
new bed. He was out like a light to uneasy dreams.
***** Let the Blood Spill *****
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. They
belong to Rowling and I am making no profit.
 
A/N: I realize that Draco actually is a bit out of character even in my own
mind.. However I blame lack of sleep and reading a fic where he's nicer to play
into what he's turned to be. I blame the reason on the fact he's happy for his
godfather.. that's all I can do at this point. Sorry if I'd upset anyone by it.
 
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The few moments before full wakefulness. The moments that you forget what
happened the previous day, about why he was waking in a strange dormitory
decorated green silver and black instead of the red and gold he was so used to
was almost bliss for Harry. When the memories returned though he wished they’d
remain forgotten, he was even willing to forget those two kisses if things had
returned the way they were before he admitted he was gay and in love with
Snape. Harry would never have thought the red head could turn against him so
quickly simply because of his orientation, it really wasn’t that big of deal.
Was it?
Harry turned to his back to stare up at the ceiling in no hurry to get up. It
was a Saturday, he had nothing to do. His mind wandered to Draco’s kindness and
only now found himself getting surprised by it, perhaps because he’d latched on
to one of the few who were being kind to him the day passed. Was it because he
was happy for his godfather? Why was it he seemed definite that Harry would be
getting together with Snape? All besides the two kisses he’d received.. He
smiled at the memory, okay perhaps he wasn’t willing to forget those. They
proved to him Snape wanted him as well, that he wasn’t the only one feeling the
effects of whatever had come over him.
“Potter wake up,” Draco’s voice called into the room before he appeared. Harry
turned his head to him with a confused look. “Uncle just informed me you have
private potions lessons with him this afternoon, you better get going.”
“It’s that late already?” Harry mumbled. He hadn’t checked the time but he had
idly forgotten that he did indeed have something to do and it was with Snape!
He quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a set of clothing and slid them on with
a sigh, it was only the weekend so he didn’t need to wear House robes but he
had to remember to change them.
“Yes Harry, you’ve slept quite late today,” Draco drawled sitting down on the
vacated bed, chuckling at how fast Harry had moved to get dressed. “Of course,
that might be because you were tossing and turning half the night.”
“Oh.. Sorry,” Harry mumbled finger combing his hair to some semblance of
neatness before grabbing his potions textbook and hurrying out leaving an
amused Draco Malfoy in his bed.
“The effects on the mate certainly are strong...” Draco mused to himself as he
stood up and spelled the bed neat. He glanced at the trunk that had been left
open in Potter’s hurry and smiled sweetly kneeling down he got to work changing
House colors and emblems from Gryffindor to Slytherin.
*~*
‘What’re you so nervous about?’ the snake in the portrait asked Harry as he
waited for Snape to allow him in. His attention focused on it for a moment and
he gave a small smile to the snake who slid seemingly closer to get a better
look at the one who seemed to understand it. “I don’t know.. I’m just anxious
to see him.” Harry replied in parseltongue just as Snape opened the portrait to
him. ‘Come visit next time, I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.’
“Forgotten had you Potter?” Snape asked in his silky voice as Harry walked
passed into the private suite.
“Sorry sir, I’d just woken up,” Harry said wetting his lips some with a dart of
his tongue. It seemed harder to ignore Snape and that intoxicating scent that
he gave off after those two kisses, he was having a harder time from wanting to
step forward to claim a third and some more things that flitted passed his
mind.
“The workroom hasn’t changed places Mr Potter, unless you no longer want
private lessons,” Snape replied coolly when Harry didn’t move passed the few
steps into the living room. “This is taking up my personal time as well that
should be like a day off of teaching so decide.”
“No, I still want the lessons. Sorry.” Harry murmured with a blush hinting at
his cheeks and he hurried through the door to the workroom they’d been working
in before. He stood away from the cauldrons as Snape took his time to follow in
a less hurried manner.
“Very well.. lets begin Potter.” Snape said giving Harry a light push towards
the cauldron sitting off to the side from the others.
Severus was feeling the same stronger effects and he knew the kisses were a
mistake, the second wasn’t even necessary any further than trying to ease his
frazzled nerves after the call Potter had sent him an hour earlier. Severus was
trying to ignore the boy’s scent but the longer the lesson went on even the
boy’s incompetency wasn’t enough to override the longing to touch him and so
much more. His eyes had fallen to the tanned expanse of neck that he was able
to stare at as Potter bent over the cauldron.
Harry shivered as he felt hands slide along his sides and the tall form of
Snape’s body slide in behind him. He stood up slightly and paused when he felt
Snape’s breath against his neck, his face nuzzling closer to the flesh as arms
encircled his waist and held him firmly against Snape’s body. A small gasp
escaped Harry as he felt the telltale signs of arousal poking at his back
through their clothing, letting his eyes close briefly as he stopped fighting
it. “Sir..?” Harry whispered when all the man was doing was nuzzling at his
neck.
Severus licked his lips, the scent of Potter was so sweet and he just wanted to
taste him. He grabbed the boy’s chin and turned his face towards him pressing
his lips to Potter’s possessively, his lips twitched in a brief smile as the
boy’s responded perfectly to his own. He turned the boy in his arms and gently
guided him into a shelf lined wall as his tongue was admitted between those
perfect lips. He explored the boy’s mouth as far as his tongue could reach
before running his tongue over Potter’s and played with it possessively
claiming the boy’s mouth as his own.
“Potter..” Severus breathed out as the kiss came to an end, his craving barely
satiated. He looked into Potter’s eyes and noticed the surprise and he
chuckled, the glamour had fell long before the kiss had started. His blue eyes
met those beautiful emerald and held them as he ran his hands over the body
pressed against him.
“Harry..” Harry muttered hating the sound of his last name in the man’s voice
as he tried to come to terms that Snape’s eyes had turned a bright blue. “My
name’s Harry..”
“Harry then..” Severus replied with a smile his fangs peeking out passed his
lips but Harry didn’t recoil at the sight and Severus wondered if the boy had
already suspected. He leaned in kissing at the boys neck easily scenting the
fresh blood flowing in the boy’s veins. Harry stiffened some but didn’t fight
him, fisting Severus’ robes in his hands was the only other sign of nervousness
escaping him as the older man bit down his teeth sinking easily into the flesh
and relished in the taste of blood that swarmed into his mouth. It tasted so
splendidly sweet so similar to his scent and yet so different than any of the
blood he’d ever tasted before.
Harry gasped at the pain, at first he tried to push the tall vampire away but
he stood his ground and fed. Slowly Harry stopped and he felt the man’s grip on
him loosen and gentle strokes pass over his sides successfully beginning to
calm him and he began to actually enjoy the idea of it. He leaned against the
wall slowly more as time passed and finally the man drew away licking over the
wounds and closing them. Harry’s eyes opened to look into those blue eyes a
small smile pulling at his lips even as a look of horror passed across Snape’s
face. Harry lifted an arm and touched Snape’s cheek trying to smooth away the
new lines of emotion on that usually emotionless face.
“Potter.. Harry.. I..” Severus stammered as he realized what he’d allowed
himself to do. He remembered the boy’s hands pushing against his chest to try
stop him and rewarding him when he’d stopped fighting. He tried to pull away
but those hands stopped him and the sight of Harry beginning to slide to the
floor stopped him. “I shouldn’t have done that..”
Harry gave a small shake of his head, but stopped himself when his
lightheadedness worsened. He gasped when he felt himself lifted up and he clung
to the taller man as he was carried out to the living room and sat down on the
couch. Snape sat down a small distance further on the couch as if to keep
himself from following through with other temptations. “My apologies Harry..
I’ve never allowed myself to lose control like that.”
“So.. that’s it,” Harry muttered not minding the apology as he looked at Snape
shifting closer to him on the couch. “That’s why I’m all of a sudden ..
attracted to you.. You’re a vampire, and I’m your.. mate.”
Severus’ blue eyes watched Harry curiously as the boy shifted closer, he
expected the boy to show some fear. The fear he’d scented in the moments after
he had bitten, even the lust that his scent forced on Harry for him still would
leave him open to fear him even a little as had been proven. “You’ve known,
haven’t you Potter?”
“I told you, it’s Harry,” Harry retorted a hand lifting to touch Snape’s cheek
lightly beneath the eye. The man didn’t look so bad with blue eyes and he
smiled. “I suspected the moment you shown interest in what I’d learned of
vampires.. I was never certain. I was wanting to disbelieve my assumptions
though, even allow ‘Mione to prove me wrong.”
“Granger knows?” Severus pulled away his lip pulled up in a sneer causing Harry
to pull away some. He’d spent his whole life trying to hide the fact he was a
vampire, the headmaster knew but only because of the dangers he stood to the
students when he was still a kid and when he became a teacher. It seemed the
secret was about to get out fast. “What about Weasley?”
“They knew I suspected..” Harry said cautiously shifting uncomfortably again
under the look he was getting and had to look away. “I’m sorry.. If you’d just
told me instead of letting me try to figure it out on my own..”
Severus sighed, there was nothing to do about it now and Harry was right. If he
hadn’t been in denial about the fact Harry was his mate no one else would have
known. He shouldn’t have expected Harry to ignore it quite as much as he had,
he knew the boy was looking for answers and he refused to give them to him. “No
Harry.. I apologize for not being forthcoming.”
A simple touch was all that it took for Harry to close the space between the
two of them and was in Severus’ lap leaning against his chest with a content
smile on his face. Once the two were through with ignoring the temptations they
enjoyed the closeness and Harry was enjoying the comfort being in Severus’
arms. He turned his face up and smiled as he was kissed once more as the kiss
turned from passionate to needy Severus pulled at his clothes and Harry let
him.
Harry was on his back shirtless with Severus leaning over him kissing and
nipping at his neck lightly those long fingered hands made easy work of his
pants and underwear and Harry was left nude and blushing as he looked up at the
vampire. Harry knew what was happening and something in the back of his mind
was saying it was going too fast but Harry couldn’t get himself to say no, to
call a pause in the activities. He was aroused but he was beginning to get
nervous as any first timer would be, and the look in Severus’ eyes though
lustful looked almost foreign to him.
Severus’ body pulled away from him, the man quickly shed his black robes and
his clothes but was leaning over Harry once more crushing their lips in a
bruising kiss. Harry let his hands wander over the bare chest feeling the
muscles flutter beneath his fingers, he was no less nervous though as Severus
parted his legs. Harry cried out painfully when the man thrust into him swiftly
sheathing himself with no preparations. His emerald eyes widened as his hand
pushed at the man as he found his voice to cry for Severus to stop. “Stop! I-It
hurts...”
The man seemed deaf to his cries though as Severus slid out and slammed back
into him pulling another cry of pain from Harry. His pleas continued until he
was voiceless from crying out. It felt as though he was on fire it was so
painful and each thrust was harder and more vicious than the last, tears had
sprung from his eyes and were free flowing as he wished for the man to finish
and get out of him. With a shuddering gasp from the tall vampire the time had
come and with a sick feeling he felt the man’s seed fill him and the man
slumped over his body.
“G-get off me..” Harry’s raspy voice whispered trying to push at the man. Now
he seemed to hear him and looked at him confusion apparent in his eyes.
“Please.. get off of me.”
Severus blinked his confusion a gentle thumb brushed at Harry’s tear streaked
cheek and frowned when the boy flinched. His nose began to pick up the stench
of fear and pulled away to do as the boy requested but his nose flared at the
scent of blood, his eyes widening as he looked where the scent was coming from
as he pulled out to find himself covered in the boy’s sweet blood. Severus
stared at himself and then Harry in horror as he realized slowly that he’d
failed to do right by Harry and prepare him, the cries came back to him slowly
as pain filled not pleasure.
Harry pushed himself away from the dark haired man ignoring the pain that
flared through his body as he tried to sit up to find his clothes. He wanted
out of here and away from the man before anything else could happen, but he
certainly wasn’t lost beneath the scent the man was still producing it was
easily ignored this time. Harry flinched when he felt the man’s hands on him
and he tried to fight the tight grasp he had on him.
“Harry stop.. I’m sorry..” Severus was fighting the temptation to pin the boy
down to keep him from fighting, it wouldn’t help to stop him from fearing him.
“Let me clean you up.. I.. I need to heal the damage.”
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Harry spat each word out slowly, fear and disgust evident
in his voice and Severus let him go. His body told him he should allow the man
to heal him at least so he wouldn’t be hurting quite as bad but his mind
screamed not to let him near enough. He grabbed his clothes and forced them on
quickly but when he tried to stand his legs gave out on him and he fell into
Severus’ waiting arms.
“I told you to stop..” Harry whimpered as he lost control pushing himself away
from Severus even if he landing on the floor. Tears fell again and he clenched
his fists, why couldn’t he just get up and run? “Begged for it... Told you it
hurt. You didn’t listen..”
“Harry.. I.. I’m sorry..” Severus said, he had no real excuses he could have
kept himself under his own control so he wasn’t leaving instinct to do the
work. He hadn’t though and now he managed to hurt Harry. “I didn’t mean.. It
wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”
“Y-you raped me Snape!” Harry spat out against his apologies, anger taking over
after he listened to those words. There was no such thing as apologizing to the
one you raped, now was there? “I couldn’t even get myself to tell you to slow
down.. it wasn’t until it hurt that I was able to say anything to get you to
stop and you didn’t. The bloody spell that was over me as your mate wouldn’t
allow me to and you took advantage of it!”
Severus recoiled at the accusation and the sick feeling in his stomach worsened
as he realized it was the truth. Once Harry was under it’s full effects the boy
wouldn’t have managed to voice anything against what was happening until
something like pain or fear broke the spell. He looked away ashamed of himself
and sickened about what he had done, his eyes spotted the stain of blood on his
couch and it made him want to vomit. He’d done wrong by Harry and there was no
way to fix it.. Severus looked back to where Harry had been on the floor
startled when he heard the door close, proof that the boy had regained the
strength in his legs to flee from his rapist.
Harry found his way back to Slytherin and up to his dormitory, ignoring the
strange looks that he’d gotten as he’d rushed past. He fell into his bed and
let himself cry, pulling the pillow to his chest. He’d never felt so helpless
in his life, even when he was stuck at his relatives over the summer and having
to deal with them without the threat of magic making them leery of him.
“Harry?” Draco had gotten news of him running through the common room and was
concerned about what happened. Even more now that he realized the boy who
always managed to get out of things without breaking down was crying. “Are you
alright?”
“No..” Harry said without looking at Draco, he didn’t want anyone around him
and squeezed his eyes shut further. “Leave me alone..”
Harry expected Draco to give him some snarky remark and leave him be. That was
the Draco he knew so well, but the one he didn’t know was the one that had been
showing himself yesterday and today. Harry stiffened as he felt his bed shift
beneath added weight and he tried to slide away, this really wasn’t helping
him. “What happened Harry?”
“Please.. leave me alone.” Harry whined trying to ignore the fact Draco wasn’t
moving away from him and if he moved any further away he’d fall off the bed.
“I.. don’t want to talk about it.”
“Is it because you found out what he is?” Draco asked cautiously. There was
nothing his godfather could say to insult the boy and make him break down even
at his nastiest so Draco was at a loss at what could have happened. He sighed
when Harry shook his head and bit his lip. “You know he’s a vampire?” A nod, so
it wasn’t just because he now knew or didn’t know.
“Harry.. I want to help but I can’t if you won’t tell me,” Draco said slowly
hardly believing the boy who thrived in attention wanted to be truly alone.
“I don’t want to tell you.. and I already told you what you could do to help
me.” Harry said anger building as he turned around to glare at the blond, but
not before the blond noticed a look of pain cross Harry’s face. “Leave me
alone.”
Draco sighed and nodded as he stood up, whatever it was he wasn’t going to get
any answers from Harry. He left Slytherin in attempts to ask his godfather to
see what had happened but the portrait wouldn’t accept the password. Furrowing
his brow he knocked instead but Snape didn’t answer and Draco was left at a
loss of what to do to help the two who seemed to want to be alone.
Harry remained in his dorm for the rest of the weekend barely touching the food
Draco brought up for him. He didn’t want to face anyone as if people would know
upon looking at him that he’d given himself to Snape and had gotten taken
advantage of. Only Draco knew he had been with Snape that afternoon and he
watched Harry worriedly having no idea what had gone wrong between the two.
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A/N2: I know it's a lot shorter than the last four, but I want the aftermath to
be pushed to further chapters and this one came to an end early. My apologies
but the next one will be longer, I promise!!
***** Vampires 101 *****
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. They
belong to Rowling and I am making no profit.
 
A/n: First I want to apologize to those I upset with the last chapter and the
rape scene. It was one of the few things I had planned though which is why non-
con was in the warnings. The story continues though and I hope I have not lost
you because things will get better!
Sorry for the small wait, I was having troubles with the chapter because I had
a lot of ideas of how to work this chapter. So I've come to a decision and then
still parts of it took longer than I would have liked to come to me. But here
it is ready for you to read!!
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“I wish you’d tell me what happened,” Draco said to Harry for what felt like
the hundredth time in the span of a couple days. They were staring at a sign
stating Potions was cancelled until further notice. “He won’t come out of his
rooms, you won’t say anything.. Was it so bad you learned what he was?”
“I don’t care about what he is Draco, I don’t care that he had fed on my
blood,” Harry retorted in a quiet voice as they left the crowd of students
wondering the reason why potions was cancelled or cheering for it. Harry’s hand
brushed over the bruise that had formed on his neck with a shudder however as
he thought of it, the mark only making everything so much more real. “I told
you I don’t want to talk about it.”
Harry was glad there was no potions, he knew the dark vampire was avoiding him
and it was so much the better for Harry. He pulled at his robes self
consciously though as they walked up to the Great Hall for breakfast, as if he
expected the man to be sitting at the table. It bothered him just how much he’d
been so helpless with Snape that afternoon, wasn’t there more that he could
have done? Even so far as remind the man it was his first time? Harry
shuddered, it was definitely not how he wanted to remember his first time but
it was all that he could think about.
“It’s not right..” Draco was saying when Harry realized someone was talking to
him. He looked over to Draco with a frown, the blond really didn’t know how to
mind his own business. “Their mates only lose interest and show animosity when
something was done to anger or hurt them.. or fear of them. I really do want to
help Harry.”
“You’re just bothered because you thought your godfather had a perfect mate and
now he’s lost it,” Harry spat his hunger quickly diminishing as he pushed at
his food. Confusion swept through him though as he thought about not seeing
Snape anymore. He hated what Snape had done to him and the next time he would
see the dour Potions Master would be too soon. However another part of him
disliked the idea making Harry shudder, the spell of being a vampire’s mate was
not yet over by a long shot if he still had an inkling of a craving to be with
the man who had raped him.
“I just want to know what was so bad that it set you against him?” Draco told
him, his eyes going cold as he met Harry’s eyes. “I’m trying to be a friend
here and get things right between the two of you. What would it take to get you
to forgive whatever he’s done?”
“I can’t forgive him,” Harry retorted truthfully pushing away his plate, he was
beginning to feel sick and couldn’t look at food anymore. With morning class
cancelled Harry headed out of the school and headed towards the lake sighing in
relief when Draco didn’t seem to be following him.
Sitting down underneath the shade of a tree Harry stared at the waters. His
mind wandered back to the time and he cursed aloud banging his head back
against the bark of the tree frustrated. No matter how many times he thought of
it he couldn’t think of what he could have done, he was entirely under the
spell once the man’s scent had overwhelmed him. It was Snape who was supposed
to remember what Harry couldn’t say to remind him, it was Snape who didn’t stop
when he’d begged him to. It was all Snape’s fault.. wasn’t it? Harry squeezed
his eyes shut willing the tears to go away even as they slid down his cheeks.
Why had he even moved closer to the man? Maybe it was his fault..
“Crying about it again Potter?” Harry’s head spun to glare up at the blond
who’d found him. Why couldn’t he just drop it? He never used to care, he
shouldn’t have started. “It might make you feel better if you’d just talk about
it. What can be so unforgivable?”
“The day’s just roses and sunshine for you isn’t it Malfoy?” Harry looked back
out at the lake. Couldn’t he just make it all go away? “You think Snape being a
vampire is great and all, especially now that he’s got the famous Potter as his
mate. Only now are you trying to be friends with me but you fail to understand
the meaning of leaving a subject alone.”
“I would think finding a mate would be a good thing for both of you Harry..”
Draco said sitting down beside Harry to stare out at the lake with a sigh. “My
father wants me to be his mate, but once he has one perhaps the man would leave
the subject alone. It might be selfish of me.. I used to want it as well, but
my mind’s changed. It doesn’t mean I don’t want either of you to be unhappy.”
“You’d probably excel at being his mate,” Harry retorted glancing at the blond
cautiously. He knew the blond was trying to live up to his father’s standards,
the amount he acted like him proved that much. He’d have probably fought off
enough of the spell to be able to speak up against Snape. “Once you get used to
just how helpless you are once you’re too close to him and all that you can
smell is that scent that drives you to want things you normally wouldn’t want.
It defeats your ability to think for yourself.”
Draco was silent and Harry looked at him, he’d expected some sort of retort but
instead the boy was staring at him a look of shock on his face. Harry quickly
looked away trying not to come up with the conclusions Draco must be drawing in
his head. “Being lust driven to a person isn’t all that great when you think of
what you give up now, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t know it reacted on the mate quite like that..” Draco said in a quiet
voice. Harry picked up a nearby walk and threw it towards the water with a
grunt. “Harry.. what happened?”
Harry glared at the blond, he could already see the horror beginning to build
behind those grey eyes and Harry knew Draco had already come to the correct
conclusion of what had happened on his own. Harry looked away in time not to
see the pity he didn’t want to see. He just wanted to forget about it and move
on. Why couldn’t he do that without others bothering him?
Harry stiffened when he felt arms wrap around him but he breathed out slowly
forcing himself to relax. He looked at Draco and sighed as he gently pried the
blond’s arms away from him. “Now you know why I can’t forgive him.”
“How would he have known he was taking advantage of that?” Draco asked quietly
and flinched beneath Harry’s glare. “I’m not taking his side.. but if you
weren’t able to say something, wouldn’t he have thought you were alright when
you didn’t move away?”
He didn’t want to talk about this.. but Draco was fighting for an explanation
of it just being a misunderstanding. Harry closed his eyes and took a shaky
breath. “It’s not just that... He..” Harry swallowed, why was he telling Draco?
“He didn’t even prepare me... It hurt, I was able to say no then.. to ask him
to stop. I begged him to and he kept going .. harder each time I asked..”
Harry shivered and wouldn’t look towards Draco now as he fought to keep himself
under control as he remembered just what it felt like to be torn open. He felt
a hand on his back and he lost the control and Draco pulled Harry against him.
Harry cried on Draco’s shoulder wondering if he would ever stop crying about
it. He still hurt because he hadn’t allowed Snape to heal him and it remained a
reminder of the afternoon.
*~*
“Headmaster!” Draco called hurrying down the hall when the old wizard stopped
in the middle of heading into Snape’s quarters. It’s been a week and a half
Draco hadn’t seen anyone coming in or out of them since the password had been
changed, since the incident with Harry. “How is he?”
No matter how much he wanted to he couldn’t excuse Snape’s actions towards
Harry. Snape was born a vampire, he would know the effects on the mate in
theory and he should have been in control of himself. Draco wanted to hear
Snape’s side of it, even if it didn’t help Harry any in coming to terms with it
and that no matter how much he ignored and relished that Snape was in hiding
that he would still have the pull to be with the man.
“Come in Draco, the hall is not the place for it,” Dumbledore said after a
moment’s hesitation. Draco followed Dumbledore into the rooms and looked around
expecting Snape to be sitting on the couch but the man wasn’t anywhere to be
seen. “He’s locked himself in his bedroom once the thirst began getting to
him.”
“He hasn’t been feeding?” Draco asked startled as he looked towards the man’s
door. Who knew how long Snape would last before falling into blood lust,
attacking and most likely killing anyone he got his hands on to make up for all
the meals he’d missed. Thanks to blood banks the man had a constant supply of
blood there was no use not to go on feeding.
“Would you happen to know what made him this way Draco?” Dumbledore asked
kindly sitting down on the couch and Draco slipped into the less used armchair
he liked.
‘Yes’ his mouth wanted to say, but it wasn’t his tail to tell and neither Harry
or Snape would be thankful if he told the headmaster. Knowing wouldn’t make the
old man know what to do next. Shaking his head ‘no’ caused Dumbledore to frown
and look into the fire as if trying to will out an answer from Snape’s enemy.
Grey eyes drifted to the dancing flames anyhow wishing quietly that the mentor
his father had hired to teach him the entirety about vampires were here,
perhaps he would know what was going on with Snape aside from the guilt.
“Excuse me a moment Draco, I’d invited Severus’ mentor here to try help him and
he’s arrived,” Dumbledore told him and Draco blinked thinking it odd how he
seemed to think of something Dumbledore had already thought of. Who would know
his godfather more than the one who had taught him all there was to being a
vampire?
When Dumbledore had left Draco stood and moved over to the door of Snape’s
bedroom standing outside it hesitantly. He wasn’t foolish enough to try go in
after learning the vampire hadn’t fed in a week and a half but he knocked
gently hoping to only get Snape’s attention. “Uncle? It’s Draco,” he fidgeted
at the door hoping the man hadn’t set up silencing wards. “I.. I know what
happened.”
Draco laid a hand on the wood of the door waiting in silence for some sort of
reply, at least a show of concern to know if Harry was alright. The man inside
remained silent as the moments passed by slowly. Draco shook his head wondering
if the man had even heard him. He turned at the sound of the portrait opening
and blinked as he recognized the long haired brunette that walked in after
Dumbledore.
“Dom? You were my Uncle’s mentor?” Draco asked incredulously moving away from
the door to greet the older vampire with a handshake. Draco was pleased when it
didn’t seem as if the vampire was towering over him anymore. Draco grew over
the years but Dom had reached his adult height when Draco was still a child.
“Hello Draco, yes I was.” Domitan Hartrick said with a warm smile directed at
Draco. The tall brunette easily matched Snape’s height or was even taller.
Unlike Snape though Dom had gentle features compared to the sharp ones that
Snape sported and even though he was older than Snape the man looked much
younger. His smile came easily and made anyone’s heart swoon at the sight of
it, man or woman alike just as it was affecting Draco at the moment. “I still
consider him my student, even if he hasn’t needed my tutelage in some years
though. I’ll be happy if I can help. Do you know what set it off?”
The question was in the air for either of them to answer and Dumbledore
responded before Draco could think up a lie the longhaired brunette would
believe. Blue eyes met Draco’s though and Draco stopped trying to think up lies
but remembered enough not to say anything while Dumbledore was in the room. Dom
always was able to tell when he was over thinking a yes or no answer.
“Professor Dumbledore, I’m terribly sorry but would you leave me to chat with
Draco alone?”
Dumbledore looked to Draco questioningly, only earlier he had told Dumbledore
no but he was proven a liar in front of the old man. He had the disgrace enough
to look away shamefully as Dumbledore nodded to Dom. Draco didn’t look back up
until he heard the portrait door close and he was alone in the room with his
former tutor on vampires, who happened to be one himself.
“I take it, it was Severus your father was wanting to set you up with,” Dom
said breaking the awkward silence and glided smoothly to the couch. Draco
sighed with a nod and walked back to the small sitting room and sat down on the
couch as well this time. “Is that why you are here? You’ve become lovers?”
“What?” Draco asked startled and shook his head foolishly. He stared at the
beautiful face of Domitan, when he was younger he never appreciated the beauty
but Draco couldn’t help but staring for a moment. A gentle touch made him come
back to earth and the vampire gave a small shake of his head. Blushing Draco
continued. “No, I’m here because I’m worried about him. He’s my godfather after
all, he’s been in here for a week and a half, and I just learned he hadn’t been
feeding.”
“Yes, I know the time span Draco,” Dom told him nodding some looking concerned
before he pressed on asking the question he’d first asked with Dumbledore still
in the room. “Do you know what happened to make him hide in his room?”
“Yeah, I do..” Draco said slowly and still wasn’t certain if he should
elaborate even though he trusted what he said to Dom wouldn’t make it’s way to
Dumbledore’s ears.
“Don’t know where to begin to elaborate?” Dom asked misjudging his continued
silence. Draco gave a small nod anyhow even if he still wasn’t certain about
telling he knew Dom would get it out of him one way or another. “Do you know if
he’s found a mate yet?”
“He has.. but..” Draco replied and paused watching an eyebrow rise and he knew
he had to continue elaborating from ‘but’ and gave a small shrug. “He’s a
student here.. Uncle’s mate. His mate no longer wants anything to do with him.”
Dom looked confused and draco closed his eyes, it was hard for him even to say
it but perhaps it was because he was still wanting to deny it happened. “Sev
hurt him.. well raped him the day before he locked himself in here.”
“That would explain it then..” Dom sighed and stood up looking towards the door
that opened to the sanctuary the black haired vampire made for himself.
“Honorable Sev would be guilty for it and try to help his mate get over the
lure of his scent. Most vampires wouldn’t be so guilty knowing that the mate
wouldn’t be able to resist returning once catching their scent once more. Can
you go get his mate please?”
“He doesn’t..” Draco began and fell silent when Dom looked at him.
“Has he been feeling sick?”
“Huh? Yeah.. he missed classes today because he got sick after forcing himself
to eat breakfast.”
“Tell him he’ll feel better when he returns here then,” Dom said and turned
towards Snape’s bedroom and walking in without waiting for Draco to argue.
Draco sighed and stood to do as he was told. he wasn’t going to refuse a
vampire’s request.
*~*
“Where did you say we were going again?” Harry grumbled as he followed behind
Draco growing nervous as they descended the stairs to the dungeons. Harry
didn’t want to be walking around, he was feeling sick to his stomach and was
growing a headache but Draco had said he knew how to make him feel better but
now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to know his solution.
“I didn’t say where, but there’s someone who wants to talk to you,” Draco said
stopping in front of the portrait of a snake. Harry’s eyes widened and he shook
his head to turn around to return to the library where he had been having a
nice time with Hermione. He tried to pull out of Draco’s grasp when his arm was
caught but struggling only made him feel weaker. “It’s not Uncle Sev, but he’s
in here. I won’t leave your side, I promise. Sev locked himself in his bedroom
so you won’t even see him.”
Harry was leery, he still wanted to pull away and run but Draco was still
holding onto his arm while he knocked with his free hand. Harry was going no
where but into the place he didn’t want to go. Why had he trusted Draco? Harry
wound up clinging to Draco’s arm as the portrait swung open to admit them and
they stepped into the room. Draco led him over to the couch but Harry shook his
head and sat down in the less worn armchair trying not to stare at the couch
that was now stainless. Instead he stared at the fire bringing his knees to his
chest as he fought the temptation to run now that Draco released him, it wasn’t
too late yet. The sound of a door opening drew his eyes as a man he didn’t
recognize walked out looking upset. He caught sight of them and walked over
folding his tall form to sit on the couch next to Draco.
“Harry, this is Domitan Hartrick. He was.. is,” Draco corrected after a look
from the man. “Uncle Sev’s mentor in all things vampire, and when I was younger
he was also my mentor.” Draco introduced the brunette to Harry and turned his
gaze to the other man. “Dom, this is Harry Potter. Uncle Sev’s mate.”
“I’m not his mate.” Harry said coldly even though he knew it was untrue when he
said it he was trying to ignore the spell of a vampire’s mate had on him. He
was hardly realizing he was feeling a little better than he had been earlier.
“Harry Potter..” Domitan said his name quietly but it made Harry’s focus return
to the man. “It would figure Sev’s mate would wind up a strong wizard, this
might prove more difficult.”
“I told you..” Harry began but was cut off with a wave of the brunette’s hand
as the tall man stood and walked over to him he leaned back staring up into the
same blue eyes that Snape had, knowing already the man was a vampire.
“Yes, yes. That you are not his mate,” Dom continued for him placing his hands
on the arm chair and leaning perilously close to Harry’s face. Harry couldn’t
help but realize how beautiful this vampire was and licked his lips nervously.
Dom chuckled and touched his cheek. “Of course you are his mate, you were once
sick weren’t you? You look much better now. Even the remnants of his scent on
furniture not been touched in a week holds enough of the lure to settle your
stomach and remove the headache.”
“I...” Harry began nervously now as he began to realize the man was correct but
he felt sick to his stomach for whole other reasons now. “I don’t want to be..”
“There’s a more truthful reply,” Domitan told him. Harry was getting confused
as he breathed in the brunette’s scent, it didn’t hold the same lure to it that
Snape’s scent had but it was still enough to make him squirm anxiously in his
seat as he tried to fight off the effects. He was scared he might become as
helpless once more if he let himself surrender to them. “Harry, I know what
happened. In human terms it was rape and Severus is feeling horrible he put you
through that, but vampires can fall to instinct too readily and it drives them
without thought of what they are doing and everything else is muted. Understand
that if Sev could have heard you, he would have stopped. The first time with a
mate is always questionable if a vampire falls victim to instinct, especially
with the first mate they come across.”
“First?” Harry was trying to take in what Domitan was telling him, but there
really was no excuse for rape in his world.. but if it was an instinct of a
breed to fall deaf.. Harry shook his head. It was better to try understand what
he meant by first. “I thought vampires only had one life mate.”
“Studying on us have you?” Dom asked with another chuckle and smiled warmly
enough to make Harry feel his cheeks redden with warmth. “Yes, vampires only
have one life mate in humans when the human dies it passes on to the next
compatible. When vampires find their life mate though after a time they’ll turn
them and once vampire the human life is over and mate compatibility moves on to
another human. That’s why vampires are always misconstrued to live in covens,
though that would be the most appropriate term for it or harem would be another
good word. Vampires generally have and live with more than one ‘wife’ but as
compatibility doesn’t matter with gender people don’t realize even the men or
women in the following of the dominative vampire are also his or her mates.”
“Wouldn’t turning the mate into a vampire mean that they’d have potential mates
among the humans?” Harry asked, none of the texts he’d found even came close to
explaining that part of vampire life. Perhaps there wasn’t much known about it
and vampires weren’t wanting to help with the guides to be found out in human
society.
“Yes Harry they would, but the lure to look for them would be null as you’d
still be under their mate’s control. Unless of course they were given
permission from their mate,” Dom explained. Harry could hear an amused
undertone of the man’s voice but the man gave him more to think about. Even
when a vampire they’d still be under the control of the vampire mate, it really
was too much to think about. In the beginning you become the slave to the scent
and get potentially raped, and in the end you’re still a slave to the vampire.
“Of course I can teach you more about vampires than you can learn in uninformed
textbooks later. We do have to return to the topic of Sev.”
Harry looked away, he didn’t want to talk about Snape. Instinct or not it was
still rape in Harry’s books and he didn’t want to be put around the man to feel
so helpless again. He looked back up into those blue eyes when he felt another
touch to his face and shivered involuntarily, he almost fell back into the mind
state he’d been in just by looking into Dom’s eyes. Dom frowned a moment but
whatever the vampire was thinking was pushed away.
“How had you expected your first time with him to be?” Dom asked startling a
gasp out of Harry. The man smiled though his eyes never releasing Harry’s. “I’m
sure you imagined about it before it finally happened. Had you fantasized about
Sev taking you into his arms and kiss you passionately? He carefully strips you
of your clothes as his hands take in your body, hands sliding over your warm
skin and feeling your muscles seem to flutter beneath the strong hands as you
arch into them so readily.”
Harry was falling into a daze as Dom spoke of his fantasies, seeming to get
them exactly right as if the man was pulling it from his memory. The vampire
went on about how Snape would tease him as his long fingers slid into him cold
with lube and stretch him out properly and when he was ready slid into him
slowly. Dom’s voice was but a narration as Harry began to imagine everything
Domitan explained in great detail, his body was aching for it to become real as
Dom spoke of Sev making passionately slow love to him to push him over the edge
more than once before the vampire managed to come filling him with his seed
with a cry of his name and how much he loved him.
The space between Harry’s face and Domitan’s closed in a bruising kiss as Harry
surrendered to the vampire his body arching into the man’s touch as his hands
roamed. The kiss left him breathless as Dom finally pulled his mouth away and
yet Harry mewled displeasure anyhow causing the brunette to laugh and pull
Harry into a hug. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the tall vampire
blushing when he felt his arousal brush against Dom’s and heard the man’s gasp.
Draco sat staring at the two horrified and yet highly aroused after listening
to Dom’s voice explain such a scene in such great detail and wanted to receive
such a kiss from the longhaired vampire. He was confused though, wasn’t Domitan
wanting to get Harry to want to see Severus again? Why had he kissed him?
“You can have that you know..” Domitan whispered in Harry’s ear, stroking the
smaller man’s back gently to sooth the boy’s anxious nerves at having to breath
in the pheromones he’d released and forced Harry to breath in with each breath
as they had been speaking. Draco had also been affected by them but he’ll sooth
the blond later. “But you will have to see him again. Do you want that?”
Harry calmed slowly in Dom’s embrace but he didn’t lose the arousal he had
after imagining one of his fantasies. Slowly he began wondering about Dom
though, he’d kissed him and the man was being so gentle with him. It hardly
occurred to him he’d kissed Dom while thinking he was kissing Snape. He made a
sound of protest when Dom pulled away once more and lifted his face. “It’s not
me you want Harry, I was just explaining the true Sev to you. Your body just
reacted to mine as you had mistaken me for Sev because of the same dominative
presence we both hold. Now.. do you want that sort of scene ever to play out?”
“Y-yes sir,” Harry stammered staring into those pretty blue eyes. His body
ached for something to happen even as his mind began to fall out of the fog it
had been to think that he shouldn’t want it. He did though, he wanted the real
thing even more than he wanted to fear Snape.
“Good,” Dom told him brushing hair away from Harry’s forehead and sat down in
the armchair that Harry had been sitting in before he pulled him up for a hug.
He smiled at Harry’s confused look. “Are you ready to see him now?”
Harry shifted on his feet even as his head nodded when a part of him wanted to
say no. A larger part now wanted to see Snape and try to see if things could be
set right between the two of them. “Yeah, I am.”
Harry stood at the door way to Snape’s bedroom nervously after Domitan had
explained to him that the man hadn’t fed since the incident and said he’d most
likely go after Harry to feed before anything else could be done or said. Harry
was nervous if the man was in a blood lust what would stop the man from killing
him? He was having a hard time believing the man would have enough to of a fill
on his blood to not need to drain him and would refrain from doing so as Harry
was his mate.
Biting his lip he took ahold of the door handle and pushed the door open. He
was greeted by cold air brushing over his bare skin and shivered, it felt like
winter in the small bedroom. He looked around the dark room for a moment and
stepped in slowly spotting movement around the bed that was sitting against a
wall. Harry blinked when he found Snape in front of him and shivered for an
entirely different reason than the cold. From the light from the other room he
could tell Snape’s eyes were changing from blue to a red, a sign of the blood
lust he was told.
“Harry..” Snape’s voice was raspy as if left unused for too long. Harry wanted
to run out the open door taking a step back when Snape leaned closer. Harry bit
his lip when he felt the chill of the wall at his back through his clothing as
he watched Snape fight for control to not attack him.
Harry frowned, he didn’t like seeing Snape this way and soon he no longer
feared the fact that Snape was wanting to attack but to want to help him. Harry
pulled at his collar to expose his neck and tilted his head to the side
catching Snape trying to move towards him but still holding himself back. “It’s
alright.. You can feed.”
That was all the invitation Snape needed as self control was thrown out the
window and Harry was pressed against the hard wall from Snape’s body. Harry
gasped looking into those reddened eyes for a moment before exposing his neck
further for the dark haired vampire and flinched slightly as teeth sunk into
his neck. Harry sighed his eyes closing as he slowly began to think just how
erotic being bitten can be and blushed lightly.
Harry opened his eyes as he felt the man’s mouth pull away from his neck. Harry
was extremely light headed and his hands held onto Snape’s robes even though
being sandwiched between the wall and Snape’s body kept him standing. Harry
blinked when he noticed a look of anger cross Snape’s face and Harry wanted to
pull away suddenly even though he didn’t know why the man was angered so. The
man lifted him and carried him back to the warmer rooms of his quarters and
stood glowering at Domitan as Harry tried to understand why Snape was so angry.
“Why the hell does he smell like you?” Severus demanded glaring at Domitan who
had one Draco Malfoy in his lap. The brown haired vampire looked up and smiled
looking completely unfazed by the angered Potions Mater, even as Draco pressed
closer to Dom. “Dom.. why does he smell like you’ve had your hands over him.”
“Because I did,” Dom responded nonchalantly running a hand over Draco’s back to
try calm the boy who was suddenly afraid. “I was proving a point to him, but
don’t worry.. he just thought I was you. I’ve no interest in your mate.”
Harry realized that Snape was the possessive type quickly and wondered if the
man was wanting to beat his mentor for even considering doing such a thing.
Harry shifted in the man’s arms a little uncomfortably, he hardly wanted to
know Snape’s reaction if Snape learned they had kissed whether he was thinking
the man was Snape or not. He settled his head on Snape’s shoulder feeling tired
from the blood loss. Snape grabbed attention at that and moved to sit down on
the couch settling him in his lap still.
“What point were you trying to prove?” Severus asked as he felt Harry shiver
and summoned a blanket to settle over him. He needed to talk to Harry but the
boy was half asleep and it wasn’t the time to try. He gave a small nod to Draco
when he felt those grey eyes on him and Harry. “He’s alright Draco.. just tired
from the blood loss. He’ll feel better when he wakes.”
“That he still wanted you sexually,” Dom replied a little more cautiously than
he had when he’d admitted to touching Harry. He was confident Severus wouldn’t
attack him then but Severus knew first hand how he would prove a point
sometimes quite physically. He watched his student bristle angrily and was
pleased the man wasn’t willing to dump his mate. “I didn’t allow it to go far
Severus, he was reacting to the scene I know would be on anyone’s mind when
fantasizing sex scenes but as you could scent I added some persuasion to make
him respond positively.”
“You didn’t do more than that?” Severus asked with an untrustworthy look at the
man, hardly believing the man had left it at that. Dom was a pervert, there was
no way he would have released Harry with just that.
“We kissed,” Dom responded with a shrug holding up a hand to keep the man from
yelling. “That is all, we kissed and then just hugged him when he complained
when I’d pulled away. I made certain he knew it wasn’t me who he was longing to
kiss at the time, he shouldn’t feel any further after affects from it.”
“Don’t expect him to react to you as readily as before though Sev, I might have
proved to him he still wants you but he won’t be willing to try all too soon,”
Dom said in a softer voice as Severus looked back down to the sleeping form of
his mate. Severus nodded though, he already knew that and he didn’t want Harry
to fall back to reacting like he had been if he responded the same way to him
as the first time. “It’ll be alright Sev, you know what you’re prone to and now
you’ll be less likely to let instincts take control.”
Severus looked back of at Dom with a small smile at the older vampire his gaze
falling on Draco who remained in Domitan’s lap and smiled. “You both make a
cute couple.”
Draco blushed while Dom laughed and pulled the boy closer to him gently patting
the blond’s cheek. Draco looked up at Dom as if waiting for him to respond.
“Poor Draco responded to the pheromones I was forcing on Harry quite readily..
He could wind up a compatible mate though..
“What do you say Draco? Are you wanting to become my fifth wife?” Dom asked the
boy smiling gently at the boy’s surprise and eager acceptance anyhow. He
chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll ask you again when you’re not still
responding to the pheromones that still linger.”
Severus sighed as he watched the two curiously. He looked down to Harry and
frowned hoping to talk to him and apologize once again for what happened.
***** Take it Slow *****
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. They
belong to Rowling and I am making no profit.
 
Severus shifted beneath Harry as the boy continued to sleep on as Dom and him
talked while Draco might as well been sleeping as well at how silent the boy
had been. It’d been a while since him and his mentor had spoken and they had
been close while the older man had been teaching him everything. He wished to
be alone with Harry when he spoke with him when he woke but he didn’t feel the
boy would be comfortable with it, he wasn’t comfortable with it when he thought
about the last time they’d been alone together.
Severus was disappointed in himself, he’d done what he’d promised himself he
wouldn’t do and fell prey to instinct something Dom had warned him about in the
beginning when the topic had moved to mates. He’d promised himself in front of
Dom and that only made matters worse as he sat here with the brunette, called
here to get him out of his self loathing after what he had done. He didn’t know
what was worse, that Dom knew he fell prey or that he’d fallen to a common
human emotion when he usually let things slip passed him easily whether they
upset him or not and that Dom had found him in that way.
He’d locked himself away for a simple reason, to stay away from Harry. The boy
wouldn’t have been able to completely get over him, but enough that if they
came within range of each other the boy wouldn’t have been feeling the same
effects. He was making it easier for him and didn’t want to force himself on
the boy after he hurt him so. Yet here he was sitting with the boy in his lap
and having small talk with someone he hadn’t seen for years.
Looking down at Harry he hadn’t expected the boy to sleep very long but they
were running out of things to talk about and Dom seemed to be getting tired but
wanted to remain until things were sorted out. Draco was there presumably to
keep Harry safe and the fact that so long as he was around Dom he was still
feeling the effects even hours later because he still continued to smell the
man’s scent rather than the pheromones he had once released.
“He hasn’t been sleeping very well,” Draco said speaking finally when he’d
spotted the man watching the young brunette wrapped in a blanket. “Would lack
of a sound sleep be the same sort of reaction as the sickness?”
“Could be the sickness that had been keeping him awake,” Dom said smiling down
at the blond and looked at the subject they were talking about. “Or memories
that bothered him..”
Severus’ frown deepened, he should probably move the boy to the chair before he
woke in case waking in his arms would bother the boy. He knew the memories that
disturbed sleep, he’d had little sleep for whenever he closed his eyes he’d
seen the look of pain and fear that had been on Harry’s face, the scent of
blood filled his nose remained locked in the memories. It wouldn’t be a leap if
it bothered the boy more than it had bothered him, if not equally so.
A groan interrupted Severus’ thoughts and all three of them focused on the
waking wizard as emerald eyes fluttered open to stare into Severus’ and
widened, his body stiffening in his arms. Clamping down on the feeling of his
stomach clenching painfully at the scent of fear that came from the boy he
lifted him and carried him to his armchair sitting the boy down within it still
covered in a blanket and returned himself to the couch before the boy could say
anything with words.
Harry blinked at him though and shifted the blanket around him before seeming
to relax some at the sight of Draco and Dom before returning those emerald orbs
to Severus. “I’ve a question.. why was your room so damn cold?”
Severus’ lips twitched up into a smile while Dom laughed for the both of them,
the tension was still there but it didn’t feel quite as palpable. His eyes
flicked over to Dom before he responded when the man’s laughing quieted to a
chuckle. “Vampires natural body temperature is significantly lower than a
humans Harry, but in regular temperatures our bodies heat up causing us to
expend more energy than needed. It’s best to be able to lower it back down to
normal temperatures at night, or during the day, in a chilled room or a muggle
freezer.”
“So some things in muggle media hints at the truth?” Harry said a little
startled and spotted the confused looks from the three in the room. “In old
movies vampires were found in cellars or places I’d imagine be rather chilly.”
“I would imagine then that the muggles got one thing correct,” Severus said
blandly as he thought of the films portraying vampires inaccurately to the
muggle populace. “Perhaps the creators of those know of someone who had some
semblance of knowledge by someone who’d come across a vampire and lived to tell
the tale.”
“You fed on me and didn’t kill me, is it rare for vampires to allow muggles to
live?” Harry seemed to want to keep the topic away from what Severus was
wanting to talk about, to perhaps put it off and Severus was willing to allow
Harry that for a small while as he considered what should be said.
“Normally no, especially not in the past. It’s admitting there are magical
creatures out there that need to remain hidden or fictional,” Dom responded in
Severus’ place giving a small shrug at the look of disgust he’d received. “It’s
not that I approve of it, many look for a donor within the magical community to
get their blood, others like Sev have connections in the muggle blood bank if
they don’t mind it not being fresh.”
Severus raised a brow at Dom knowing that it was only part truth but someone as
steadfast as Harry wouldn’t like the third option some vampires such as Dom
enjoyed for a meal if a donor wasn’t available. Severus returned to look at
Harry and met those emerald eyes that were looking at him with a hesitant look
to his gaze. Severus shifted away not wanting his scent to ruin any reasoning
skills the boy had and to keep him from reacting to the scent of him as his
mate.
“Harry, I know an apology doesn’t take back what had happened but I want to
apologize again..” Severus began when there was a pause in the topic of
vampires and he had to take it. He feared if he left the topic sliding to
different areas that he’d never get to work things out properly and have Harry
remain fearful of him.
“Domitan explained it to me, about why it happened,” Harry told him with a slow
smile that looked sad. The gaze shifted and Harry was looking at his knees and
Severus watched him fidget uncomfortably. “I still can’t consider it as
anything but rape though, even if at the fault of your species.”
Severus frowned and gave a small nod, he’d gone without a mate for this long
knowing he had one might be hard but if Harry didn’t wish to follow the pairing
Severus wouldn’t fight it. It was only lust he’d felt for Harry nothing more he
knew but it didn’t stop the thought of going on until Harry’s life ended
knowing he had a mate but not being able to do anything about it, he didn’t
want to force anything more on the boy.
“I have to accept though that I have to give this a try..” Harry said after a
moment’s hesitation uncertain how to word it. Even after a week of not seeing
the man he’d still felt the lure to see the man, no matter how much he’d hated
what he’d done. Harry looked up to spot hope and confusion behind the half
placed mask that had fallen and he gave a weary smile. “It doesn’t mean I want
to have sex with you.. Not yet.. not after..”
Harry closed his eyes shaking his head, he didn’t need to end the sentence so
he let it hang. Even though Dom had proven to him he might actually want it he
didn’t want to fall into the same helplessness, he still feared the same thing
would happen once more and he wouldn’t be able to stop it just like before. It
was rather his fantasies he wanted after all, Snape was just the one that was
part of them.
“No, of course not,” Severus murmured somewhat numbed by what Harry was saying.
Perhaps over the years it was bravery the boy had been exhibiting, not
stupidity with good luck that Severus had always thought of the boy and his
adventures. To fear him but yet admit that he’d still push passed it would need
the Gryffindor bravery even if the boy was originally supposed to be in
Slytherin and was now in his proper place with Weasley’s stupidity.
“Compatibility in mates does not include sex, it’s not a necessity and I don’t
blame you.”
Harry nodded his gaze was still troubled. He still believed he wanted to be
around Snape more than he wanted to fear him but he needed to try see if it
could be possible to overcome that fear. He didn’t want to have sex, he’d
survive with his fantasies for the time being. He pulled his feet up onto the
chair his knees pressed to his chest as he thought about it, perhaps the fact
he still wished to have the fantasies was because he still wanted to have sex.
He’d have to let that thought settle and simmer while in private.
His eyes shifted back to the other vampire and the blond sitting in his lap.
“Does this mean you two are mates now?”
“No Harry, not mates in the terms of you and Sev,” Dom answered as Draco’s
cheeks turned a light pink. The blond seemed to stare at Dom further about the
answer and Harry was curious by what that meant. Dom only chuckled and tweaked
Draco’s nose. “You’re almost unaffected by the pheromone blast I’d given the
two of you but you should still remember my question to you.”
“You weren’t only teasing? As you say, I’m not a compatible mate,” Draco said
as Harry went from curious to confused. What exactly did he miss while he was
asleep?
“No, I wasn’t teasing. Vampires don’t need to restrict themselves to compatible
mates, but many do so,” Dom responded a smile brightening his face as he looked
at the surprised look. He hadn’t thought Draco would have been willing and knew
the Malfoy trait was possessiveness so he was curious how it would play out if
the boy agreed. “Besides.. I think I know my type enough that if you lived long
and whatever mate is out there passes away you’d have a chance at coming in
line of compatible. I know you well enough to know this. I do have four other
wives however, are you wanting to share a lover with that amount?”
“Don’t forget to include that after him there may be more added Domitan,”
Severus added on concerned that his godson gets the entire truth from the older
vampire, the man always found ways to keep from giving the full truth to get
what he wanted. He didn’t want Draco to fall victim to heartache and knew the
boy’s possessive gene as well.
“Not until a century or two later, he would have learned of it by then.” Dom
said with a pout but looking at the two clad in black he knew it shouldn’t have
been something to withhold from the boy at all, not in the least before turning
him. He gave a weak smile to the boy in his lap who looked at him accusingly
and sighed. “If it’s not something you can live with, don’t feel the need to
say yes because I asked. I do admit by the time I’m ready to add another to my
belt that I do allow you to search for another mate for yourself if you wish
it.”
“So your wives have husbands or wives of their own?” Harry asked causing the
three to look at him since he’d fallen silent when the new topic had started.
He gave a weak smile, he now realized how Hermione might feel when she’s
wanting to learn as much as she could on a topic.
“Yes Harry,” Dom said with a kind smile not minding the question at all. His
gaze turned to Draco for a moment, his eyes questioning if the boy was alright
with him talking of them. “Just because I’ve got a taste to find another mate I
won’t leave them to watch me with others. I dote my time as equally, but the
newest addition normally gets a lot more sexual time with me in a way of
training and enjoying the new companion. They are free to have mates of their
own outside me at that time and enjoy themselves, they’re married, not slaves.”
“You wouldn’t turn me right away would you?” Draco asked gaining Dom’s
attention back with a hesitant smile. He knew the man had other wives, but he
was attracted to him nonetheless. He would need to get used to the idea and see
if he could get over the personality trait of possessiveness.
“Of course not Draco, you’re not yet fully developed and I will not stop your
growth here,” Dom responded with another easy smile and slid his fingers
through Draco’s blond hair lightly still enjoying the thought of having another
mate finally. “Those born vampire grow as humans do until the age of twenty
then their process slows down drastically, though can be altered depending on
the type of life lead. Those turned vampire though are halted in aging at the
time they were turned. You would still have a few years yet until I’d truly
bind you to me, plenty of time to make up your mind if you’d like to truly be
turned and bonded to me for eternity.”
“I’m willing to give it a try then, so long as I can back out if I find I can’t
come to terms with sharing,” Draco said cautiously, he knew his mentor to some
degree and knew the man could turn possessive as well. He smiled at Dom’s nod
and leaned back against his chest wondering if he could learn to see Dom’s
wives in similar positions with Dom. “Would I meet them before I’m turned?”
“If you wish it,” Dom conceded with a smile stroking the small of Draco’s back
and heard the soft sigh. “During the summer I could bring them to the Malfoy
manor for you to meet.”
Harry and Severus watched the two in silence both of them silently wishing it
had turned out that easy for whatever relationship they could muster. Dom
spotted the two and gave a soft smile towards them an arm curled under Draco’s
legs and he stood carrying the small boy easily. “Professor Dumbledore said
he’d added another bedroom to your quarters for me, I am tired and I believe
the two of you would do well with some privacy.”
Severus blinked and nodded carefully looking to see Harry’s reaction. There was
nervousness but the boy looked almost thankful that there would no longer be
further distractions. Severus looked at the doors that lead off the main room
and pointed to the newest. “That one there should be it. Though if you plan to
keep Draco with you to make certain he has a comforter to huddle under.”
“Like I’d forget that Severus,” Dom said a hint of amusement to his voice. “I
do not need my new mate dying of hypothermia.”
The man carried Draco through the new door and now Harry and Severus were alone
since the incident that happened upon the couch Severus was sitting on. Harry
shifted uncomfortably and Severus was wondering if he should just suggest that
perhaps that Harry leave if he was too uncomfortable to be alone with him yet.
He looked up and caught emerald eyes watching him and couldn’t help but wonder
what was going on behind that guarded face.
“Are you wanting more than one mate?” Harry asked suddenly making Severus
blink. Harry though it was an honest question before agreeing on even trying to
make an attempt with the man.
“Harry, understand I hadn’t even been looking for one mate at all until you
bumped into me,” Severus replied cautiously. He felt foolish for the answer but
though he knew the affects a compatible mate went through around him he still
had the feeling no one would want him anyhow. “I don’t believe I’d ever wish to
look for a second either, but vampires are essentially immortal aside from fire
and beheading that could kill us. So who’s to say what either of us would want
in the future if you do decide to stay with me and allow me to turn you, which
will be your choice as well. If you decided to live a human life and still be
with me I wouldn’t hold it against you though would hope you’d change your mind
before death.”
“I wouldn’t be willing to be that cruel to allow you to watch me die if we
remain together,” Harry said the last part of Severus’ explanation hitting him
the hardest, for the simple fact that if he had stayed with the man long it
would be because he loved him and would not wish a loved one to watch him die
if it could be prevented. He gave a small smile to the gentle one he received
to his response. Harry shifted uncomfortably still rather uncertain about being
alone with the man only a week after the rape.
“Harry, if you wish to leave I won’t take it negatively. I know you must be
uncomfortable being alone here,” Severus said slowly hoping he wouldn’t have
needed to make the suggestion but making it anyhow.
“No, I’m willing to stay for a little longer,” Harry replied as he considered
the things he’d learned that night, wondering if there was anything else he had
questions about vampires or Snape in general. Remembering idly about Sev
getting his blood normally from the blood bank and how Dom had implied it
wasn’t as good as fresh blood he gave another smile to the man. “Sir, would you
prefer a donor rather than the blood you get from the blood bank?”
“You can call me Severus Harry, or the shortened term both Dom and Draco insist
on using, Sev,” Severus said with a small smile even as he wondered if he’d
rather enjoy the boy calling him derivatives of ‘master’ instead. He shifted as
he considered Harry’s question, it was no question that he preferred fresh and
after trying Harry’s he wondered if the blood he got from the blood bank would
ever seem as filling again. If he turned Harry though, they’d both have to turn
to the blood bank anyhow, and he wondered if it would be better to not spoil
himself on fresh. “Why do you ask Harry?”
It was almost an answer to Harry already smiling briefly at the permission to
use the man’s name. He remembered the times Severus fed off him vividly, and
remembered the erotic thrill that had ran through him. He’d enjoyed being
bitten and thought that so long as the man wouldn’t turn him or try anything
else without permission he’d have no troubles. “I’d be willing to act as your
donor so long as I remain human.”
“Are you certain Harry? Being a donor can be rather.. intimate,” Severus said
shifting in his seat at the prospect of having a reason to touch Harry even for
a few minutes to feed. He watched Harry nod though and smiled to himself
realizing that maybe the boy had enjoyed it. “I could survive with feeding
twice a week, but it might wind up daily if I become as addicted to your blood
as I can tell I might wind up with the two feedings I’d already gotten.”
“Th-that’s fine,” Harry stammered slightly thinking about the prospect of being
called to Severus daily to feed him. He’d already known from the two times it
could be rather intimate and yet he already allowed him to feed after the
incident, it would be rather hypocritical to say he wouldn’t be willing to be a
donor for that reason. “I’ve one more question though Sev... How old are you
really?”
A snort escaped Severus at the last question even as he relished the shortened
name on Harry’s voice. A smile broke out on his normally frowning lips and he
resisted the urge to reach out and pat Harry’s leg as he answered. “I would
think you’d be able to guess, as I did attend school with your parents Harry,
as you well know. I’m thirty-six however, and I was born a vampire if that
becomes your next ‘last’ question.”
Harry smiled meekly wondering why he’d expected anything more to that answer if
he’d remembered the reason Severus had hated him so much was because of his
father, the man would have to have been a teenager then. He glanced at the door
that Dom and Draco had disappeared behind and he heard a small chuckle from the
older man. “Only Dom, and perhaps his first wife knows his true age. He’s much
older than me but I cannot guess at how much, by this time no matter the age of
his mate he’d be considered a cradle robber anyhow.”
Harry grinned even though he continued to wonder how old the older vampire was,
in physical terms he’d looked no older than twenty-five. Harry squirmed with
anxious energy, he should be tired but he’d already slept most of the evening
away so he was far more wide awake than Sev seemed to be. “How’s this really
going to work anyhow? Teachers aren’t allowed to date students are they?”
Severus frowned at the new question, until it had been asked he hadn’t
considered it much passed the first time it’d crossed his mind. He still owed
Dumbledore an explanation for the absences of last week, he couldn’t tell the
entire truth to the old man but perhaps the old coot would allow reason. The
man had been mentioning for a while he should attempt to find his mate, it
would be fun to enjoy the look of surprise he would get from the man when he
informed him he had. “No Harry, but Albus is smart enough to realize not to
mess with a vampire and his mate.”
 
“Mint Humbugs,” Severus stated to the gargoyle sitting guard to the
headmaster’s office. The gargoyle jumped out of his way and Severus stepped
onto the spiral staircase making his way with slow ease, only the mastering his
nervousness from not showing for years of hiding his feelings. It was the
afternoon of the first day he’d come out of his locked rooms and though Potions
was not to start until tomorrow he still needed to give the man an explanation,
especially when he’d learned that morning that Dom had practically kicked him
out of his quarters.
“Severus, I’m glad to see Mr Hartrick managed to coax you out of your rooms,”
Dumbledore said a pleased smile on his lips, presumably pleased with himself
for thinking of inviting Domitan here. “Lemon drop?”
“You know I must decline Albus,” Severus said, folding his long frame into a
seat without bothering to wait for the old man to tell him. He drummed his
fingers on the arm of the chair watching the old man in silence, wondering what
would come of his news.
“Of course Severus,” Dumbledore said with a nod and Severus wondered why the
man kept up that appearance of being polite. “I hope there is a good reason for
your unexpected vacation?”
Severus’ lips pulled back into a grim line at the polite phrasing, it was
hardly a vacation and he’d preferred if the man had used different wording.
Wetting his lips he gave the briefest of nods frowning more when the wording
he’d though of escaped him. “It appears fate had agreed with you Albus when
you’d been prodding me to find my mate. I’ve found my mate in the most unlikely
of persons.”
Severus watched a look of surprise cross Albus’ features followed by a look of
concern as the old man concluded what that would entail while stuck within
Hogwarts walls until the end of the school year. “I hope you mean you’ve found
them in Hogsmeade Severus, and why would that entail you to lock yourself away
without feeding?”
“You know I rarely visit Hogsmeade Albus, so it is quite obvious that it has
turned out to be a student,” Severus said in an even voice correctly guessing
that the man would have a look of horror, he wondered idly how he would look
when he told him the identity of his mate. He’d already prepared an easily, and
believable lie about the week absence. The man didn’t know as much about
vampires as he liked to believe. “I’d locked myself away in hopes of lessening
the effects on the boy that my scent would hold over him, in hopes to wait
until he was of age.”
“Who is it?” Dumbledore demanded sharply once Severus had fallen silent. The
man was obviously in a panic he’d attack him and he was correct in that worry.
“Harry Potter.” Severus said in a soft voice tensing only slightly as he said
his mate’s name. He didn’t know what to expect from Dumbledore who was always
so protective of his favorite student. He didn’t have to wait long to see a
flash of anger slip across the man’s face but the man was holding it in quite
well.
“You are certain?” Dumbledore asked stupidly. Severus narrowed his eyes and
Dumbledore caught himself with an anxious sigh. “Of course you’re certain. How
long have you known?”
“Since the dance when the boy bumped into me,” Severus replied honestly. The
man was taking the news well, even as he caught another look of anger within
those eyes when he mentioned the length of the time. “I’d no intention of
following with it, however the boy was making a lot of advances and it was
getting hard to resist which is why I’d tried to keep out of the boy’s range by
closing myself in my rooms.”
“Do you still intend on making a move once he’s of age?” Dumbledore asked
standing up with the need to pace.
“He knows I’m a vampire now Headmaster, as well as the fact that he is my
mate,” Severus said more cautiously now as he watched the man
uncharacteristically pace, he had the strange feeling the two of them changed
personas for it was normally him who paced. Severus pressed forward continuing
the lie to try get the man to know the boy was able to think clearly in his
presence, not from the week break but because of the rape. “The week did as I
expected it would and the boy is able to think clearly around me. He’s willing
not to wait when it comes to simple relationship building, and I’m not keen on
doing so.”
“So what you are asking is to allow you to break the rules that prohibit
teacher - student relationships?” Dumbledore asked, his voice losing the warmth
as his feet stopped and he’d turned to look at Severus as if he were crazy.
“What of the fact he is not of age?”
“We do not plan to have such intimate relations until he is of age,” Severus
replied in a calm voice. He rose to his feet now his hands smoothing the small
wrinkles from his robes before he met Dumbledore’s too blue eyes once more, it
was almost startling that the man was a human with the simple fact that he’d
never seen that clear of blue on anything but vampires. “However I was not
asking you, I felt obligated to inform you of it and I have. Harry is willing
to speak with you outside my presence so you’d get clear answers from him, but
you wouldn’t get anything different. If you would excuse me Albus I have some
things to do to get ready for tomorrows lessons unless you mean to let me go
because of these circumstances.”
“Very well,” Dumbledore almost sounded defeated when Severus thought about it.
Severus raised an eyebrow as the man remained silent for a moment. “Send Harry
up after he’s finished classes, I do wish to speak with Harry to be certain his
agreement hadn’t been coerced by the pheromones you produce around him.”
Severus nodded and turned on his heel walking out of the office and down the
spiral staircase with the impressive flourish of his robes. His tongue darted
out over dry lips before he stepped out from behind the gargoyle and back to
the hall on the seventh floor. Feeling rather triumphant he made his way back
down to the Entrance Hall and after a moment of hesitation stepped outside onto
the grounds to find Harry near the lake with Draco and Dom under the shade of a
tree to share what had surpassed within the Headmaster’s office.
*~*
Harry sat before the headmaster anxiously, he’d never seen the man so bothered
about something. He gave the briefest of smiles to the old man knowing it was
the situation he was put in that had Dumbledore so bothered and almost angry.
Harry didn’t know why the man would to angry so much as bothered, it was still
Harry’s life this was happening to after all.
“Severus tells me the news you’ve learned he was a vampire Harry,” Dumbledore
said starting things off slowly rather than jumping straight to the point. “How
had you learned of it?”
“Since I bumped into Sev at the dance I’d had a strange attraction to him,”
Harry said slowly. He hadn’t expected the question and fidgeted in his chair as
he considered the truth that would underline his suspicions. “I’d been trying
to find an answer to it, he’d caught me in the library after hours trying to
find something and the locator spell I’d used had brought up books that
pertained to vampires and he seemed almost nervous I’d found the answer. I’d
had the suspicion since then.”
“How’d you find out your suspicion was correct?” Dumbledore asked and Harry
realized the man was looking for a reason to deem the man unsafe to work rather
than firing him at the reason of the fact he’d found a mate. Clenching his
fists he gave a small shrug.
“I’d been taking private potions lessons with him, at some point his glamour
fell.” Harry said cautiously, not pointing out the fact it fell while the man
had fed on his blood. “After learning I was his mate I figured it was because
he’d lost his concentration on the glamour while trying to ignore the urges
being close to me put in his mind.”
“Had he attacked you Harry?” Dumbledore asked, his tone was serious.
“No, he didn’t.” Harry hoped that sounded as believable as it sounded to him,
but he’d never quite lied to the old man before and he had to start now.
Harry shifted uncomfortably as he heard the man sigh but the man seemed to have
run out of questions to try to get Harry to get the vampire into trouble. Harry
was glad because he didn’t think he could continue to lie and keep it
believable when the rape still bothered him. Dumbledore looked at him with a
concerned look now. “Severus is wanting to follow through with this pairing.
He’s assured me after his week of avoiding you that you could think more
clearly around him to give an honest answer. He told me you had agreed to it in
his presence, but are you so certain now that you’re not near him?”
“Yes Professor,” Harry told the man, holding his head still from nodding in
case it went the wrong way and said ‘no’ in shaking his head. He was still
nervous but he wouldn’t allow Dumbledore to know that.
“Alright Harry,” Dumbledore said, his tone defeated and Harry wondered if the
man was so concerned he was being forced into the relationship. “You may go.”
“Thank you Professor,” Harry said standing up and smiled at the man, somehow he
thought the man was having a harder time with this than he was. “You don’t need
to worry sir.. after all the fact we were paired as mates, generally tells that
we’d be good together.”
“Yes, but the lust in the beginning isn’t actually love Harry,” Dumbledore
replied, and Harry knew all too well it was true. “Just the reaction your body
has to the pheromones.”
“That’s how all relationships begin sir, even in humans though not quite as
strong,” Harry said reasonably. He walked to the door and gave a small shrug.
“The only thing a person can do is try something out and take things slow and
get to know one another.”
“You’re right Harry,” Dumbledore said in a quiet voice, the boy already gone
from his office.
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