Disclaimer: This is on so obviously, this is not mine (except for the poetry I have on here). The plot is purely mine, but the characters are borrowed.
Warnings: Slash of the male variety. Don't like, don't read. No flames please. Hints of abuse and explicit sex. Weasley and light bashing.
Summary: Severus finally finds his mate in the least likely place of all-time! Weasley and light bashing. Dark/Powerful/Harry Dark/Sev. Dark/Twins.
Veela-Dragon Emperor?
The Snare: Part 1
Harry Potter was just lying there, looking so peaceful. Almost peaceful enough that Severus did not want to disturb his rest, but knew that this was the only chance he would get to divulge his feelings to the Slytherin-like Gryffindor.
Severus had decided that the best course of action was to let out his inner bold and brash Gryffindor.
He stood there for a few more minutes before placing a silencing charm around Harry's bed. He then casted another spell that banished Harry's clothing to his own, Severus's, chambers for his perverse need to smell Harry's scent.
Severus left his clothing on but pulled a small jar of his special homemade lube out of his teaching robes. He dipped two fingers inside while with his other hand, he gently maneuvered Harry into a more comfortable position, exposing his arse like a fine feast, especially with that black tail of his curling around his legs, and gently brushing against Severus' arm.
He slowly placed one long finger at the Seventh year's entrance. He pushed it inside as gently and slowly as he could so as to not wake the slumbering snake in lion's clothing. But what he didn't know was that Harry had been awake since the moment the man stepped into the Gryffindor common room. He had sensed his Mate was nearby, and now he could only just hope that this was not one of those incredibly life-like dreams, and that his Mate had finally accepted him instead of letting his hate for his father blind him to the person Harry was.
HP/SS HP/SS HP/SS HP/SS
It was a few months ago at the Dursley's, on his seventeenth birthday. He had received all the usual little gifts that his "friends" had sent him when suddenly a piercing pain shot through his shoulder blades, mouth, head and his buttocks. He normally had a very good pain tolerance due to Vernon Dursley trying to "beat the magic out" of him, but this time he passed out from the onslaught of it all, and from being weak from his early "birthday gift" from his uncle.
When he woke up, he was surprised to see an ebony black tail curled around his own leg. Then he noticed that his senses were picking up things that they probably shouldn't have been able to. He could smell bacon from three houses down—which repulsed him—which was also odd considering he loved bacon, but now he was thinking about white-pale flesh caught in between his long sharp fangs. Wait…. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?
If you can guess what happens next, I will either update a story of your choice, or I will write a one-shot of your choice.
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And to those who are waiting on me to update some of my other stories, I'm sorry I haven't yet, but I am trying to juggle a job, school, and now more online classes.
Please be patient with me, I'm trying the best I can, but the only time I have left lately is the night time, and after I get home from work I'm so exhausted I normally collapse across my bed with my clothing still on and everything until around five in the morning, which is when I start my hectic day all over again.
So… Yeah, please forgive me everyone, and I hope you enjoyed this little plot bunny that wouldn't quit hopping around in my head.
-Twilightfans