A/N: Here's an excerpt of my upcoming fanfic, "The Binding Confession". Please click on the FAV, REVIEW, or FOLLOW button in order to be updated on this fanfic. Tell me what you think of this so far. I'll write the whole and completed chapter some time this week. Enjoy? ^_^
Harry stared at the man as if he'd grown two extra heads.
"Severus Tobias Snape," Harry said firmly. "You are one of the most smartest men I know, but possibly one of the most clueless ones I know. That confession wasn't about Baldroy Williams- how could anyone love such a superficial fool like that? That speech, my words were for you! I wrote that letter for you. No one else."
Harry took a shuddering breath.
"Do you know how scared I was to say those words infront of so many people? Do you know how terrified I feel knowing that you haven't replied to my proposal? My feelings for you? ...that you might reject me?"
Snape blinked, uncomprehensive. "Why would you do such a thing, Potter? Prehaps, Gildroy Lockhart has finally poisoned your mind after all."
Harry felt like pulling out his hair in frustration. Really, he thought idly, How oblivious can this beautiful man be?
He took a deep breath and let it out. "I, Harry James Potter, am in love with you and have been for quite awhile now."
That is if you consider nearly seven years 'awhile', Harry silently chuckled.
"I want you. Now and forever...if you'll have me." And if you don't want me, I'll make you want me,Dear beautiful Severus.
He watched the array of emotions flitter across Snape's face; roughly ranging from amusement, shock, fear, disbelief, and then finally annoyance.
"Sev?" Harry asked, when the potions master pinched the bridge of his romansque nose and slowly shook his head.
"Oh, Potter..." Snape murmured quietly, his voice reprimanding. "You truly are a dunderhead, even after all these years..." He lightly snorted. "And yet you have the gaul to call me dense. You imbecile."
The younger male furrowed his eyebrows, confused and a but miffed at being called a dunderhead. "What are you talking about, Severus?"
Snape sat down in his chair with an exasperated sigh. "Do you have any idea of what you've just done? The implications of what you've insinuated upon yourself?"
He chuckled to himself almost manically. Harry for the life of him could not see what the big issue was.
"You've just bound yourself inexplicably, irrevocably, and eternally to me! That was why everyone gave you odd looks-why Dumbledore looked as if he had chocked on one of his revolting lemon drops, and why your friend, Weasle nearly had an anurism attack!"
"... So we're bonded? Together?" asked Harry. That didn't sound so bad. For him at least.
Snape threw his head back and laughed. "No, Mr. Potter," he said with mirth. "You are bound to me, but not I to you. Do you know see the monstrosity of what you've done? For the rest of your wizard life, you shall love no other, feel for no other, nor want no other except I. You will live your days constantly wanting me and knowing that there would be no way out of it."
He took a deep breath, his black eyes bored into green ones. "You, Mr. Potter have just now activated The Binding Spell."