A/N: This is my first ever ficcy, I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or the other characters. If I did I would be dead from happiness. XD
Warning: Slash, HPSS. If you don't like m/m relationships, then one can only wonder why you clicked this story in the first place. I will nto tolerate flames because you're being hypocritical. Don't be reading stories labeled as slash if you're just going to hate. I'm open to constructive criticism, so please review. Summary: Someone -coughDumblescough- slips a permanent bonding potion into Harry and Sev's drinks. Now they're bonded and must deal 'cos there's no getting rid of the bond. And the snarkiness insues XD Lots of crazy Dumbles and his interference. Mucho Lemon Drops. Rated M for later Chapters.
Enjoy,
3Lex
Prelude
In the midst of a sea of burgundy lined black robes, a group of subdued older seventh years sat partaking of the last meal of the day. This group of students was none other than the legendary "Golden Trio", comprised of the most well known students in the wizarding world. The illustrious Ronald Weasley, the brilliant Hermione Granger, and last but certainly not least, Golden Boy himself, the famous Harry Potter- "the-boy-who-killed-you-know-who-yet-again." Subdued ever since the start of term a month prior. War could do that to a person. Or maybe it was just old age.
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Higher still, a sneering figure sat at the teachers' table, partaking of the same meal, listening to the dreadful noise of all those dreadfully carefree midgets, err, I mean students. Said sneering figure was none other than Severus Snape, Potions Master, ex-Death Eater, Order Spy, war hero- "the-snarky-greasy-git." Sneering because of the noise, sneering because of the laughter, sneering because of the happy faces, sneering because of the throbbing pain from a stubborn wound that refused to heal, sneering because… well that's just what Severus Snape does.
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Both the sombre Harry Potter and snarky Severus Snape reached for their goblets of what was presumably pumpkin juice. Maybe it was winning the war, maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was a lack of caring anymore. Whatever the case, neither felt the need to sniff at their drinks, just out of precaution, therefore neither realized anything until it was far too late. Two spluttering noises filled the great hall, drawing attention from the curious students, followed by two gasps, then two simultaneous thuds as both men slumped forward falling slowly into unconsciousness. The last thought that ran through both their minds was 'I knew today was going to be a bad day', neither noticing the humorous, twinkling blue eyes watching them as they gave in and passed out.