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Authors Note: Light & brief smut ensues.
. . .
The welcoming feast was everything Harry expected it to be, long and boring, but also strange. He was back at school for another year and yet he felt extremely different. No one knew what he'd been up to, no one had even written to him over the break, but Hermione seemed to care about him and rubbed his shoulder in a comfortable motion.
"How was your summer, Harry? I have to say, you're looking a lot healthier than when I last saw you."
"It was better this year."
"That's good, maybe they're finally losing their abusive edge."
"I rather doubt that, but it was better."
"And… any more seizures?" She whispered, knowing that it made him uncomfortable.
"Better." He replied, shifting in his seat and thinking about his recent taste of blood.
Professor Snape had been rather insistent that whilst what they had done wasn't wrong, it was something that he shouldn't be telling people. It was a means to an end, one where he escaped death by purging himself of the toxins invading his body. He had grown to enjoy the taste of blood immensely; but no one could have told him that he'd enjoy taking it from the most sour and bitter man that walked the corridors of Hogwarts. There were tender moments, not many, but enough for Harry to see that he did truly care. Well, that's what the relationship had been, still was, a Sire and his fledgling that had matured. But what did that now mean for them? He wasn't anything more than a donor to Harry when it all boiled down. A blood donor and Professor.
Their first task for the week was seeing Professor McGonagall, which had been a rather comical experience if not for the severity of the topic. Severus had insisted that Harry attend, they were talking about him after all but refused to mention anything without the aid of an unbreakable vow. Harry thought this to be somewhat extreme but what struck him as most odd was the way his Head of House simply nodded, as though she completely trusted him.
"So, Severus what is this grand news you have to inform me of that is so secret it needs to be vowed against?" Minerva pursed her lips in typical fashion and Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"You are aware that last year Potter developed these epileptic episodes, or seizures, that was slowly isolating him away from his friends, class work and hobbies."
"I am."
"And the only way Potter would be able to manage this condition would be to seek medical attention that, not only was neglected by the Headmaster, but his relatives also."
Minerva looked to her student at this, unable to see any neglect or abuse.
"No, he looks very healthy right now and is a result of being under my care for the summer. Minerva, there was only one option for the situation, I will leave you to fill in the blanks."
"You didn't?" She half sighed and gasped, "Albus will go ballistic."
"Hence the vow." Severus sat back in his chair, crossing his legs and shifting so he was slightly turned to his familiar.
"Potter, is this true?" She didn't think it would be believable unless she heard it from the horses mouth.
"The alternative was suicide." Harry spoke confidently, causing the Witch to blink in surprise.
"I see, and what of your relatives?" She asked, and Harry looked to Severus for guidance, remembering the state he'd been left in when the man rescued his soulless body.
"He was removed from the premises; the details of which we will not discuss."
"Well…" Minerva looked between them at a loss for what to say next, Harry Potter was now a Vampire, she hadn't expected that in her first week back.
"Indeed, but it was necessary. We are now intending on getting Potter back onto the Quidditch team after passing a physical by Poppy, it is also necessary for a conversation to occur with Horace about Potter's return into Potions. If he has any hope of becoming an Auror at the end of the year, he requires this class."
I'm right here you know, Harry sulked.
"Yes, he does. I will tackle Horace for you and put in my recommendations, though I cannot guarantee his immediate acceptance."
"It would be preferable to not get Albus too involved, he will ask questions. If Horace refuses to take your word and my approval, then I will be forced to tutor Potter myself."
"Albus will not be very kind if he were to find out."
"And who will tell him? Certainly not myself." Severus pointed out.
"Nor me." Harry finally decided he should have his say, considering it was his life they were bartering over.
"No, nor I." Minerva agreed and stood, shaking Severus's hand firmly.
Harry left not feeling overly confident that his life would be back on track as swiftly as he'd have liked but at least it was a step in the right direction. His anxiety and stress had reduced remarkably now that he didn't need to worry about having any embarrassing moments and Hermione continually commented on his health. Ron didn't seem to notice much but was pleased that his friend was happier now and would sometimes laugh at their jokes in Gryffindor tower. Unfortunately, Hermione was too perceptive and cornered her friend one day to ask what was going on.
"Did you get medical help, Harry?" She asked on evening.
He wanted to tell her what had happened, he really did, but then if she knew he'd have to tell someone else and that someone would then accidentally go on to tell another… He didn't need to think any further; it would end in catastrophe and would also put his Professor in the firing line also. Not something he needed to be dealing to with everything else happening around him.
"Sort of." He replied, trying to dodge the question.
"What does that mean?"
"Well, it seems that there is a whole sector of alternative medicines available and one just happened to help me a lot. The last seizure I had was two weeks into the holiday break and from then, nothing."
"But… they don't just go away… Oh, Merlin Harry you aren't smoking weed are you? Or the cannabis oil? You know that's illegal and you could get into trouble."
Bloody hell, Harry didn't know what she was going on about but thought perhaps she had been experimenting over the break. They left the conversation at that, mainly due to the lifesaving moment where Ron injected himself between them and dragged Hermione off to do something horrendously coupley. He supposed there was an element to that with his Sire, they were in a nurturing and care-based relationship, it gave him a feeling of security and another emotion he'd never experienced before.
The next phase in their plan was to wrangle Madame Pomfrey into clearing Harry for Quidditch. However, no matter how many times Severus kept telling her the Gryffindor wasn't going to have any more seizures, she wasn't going to listen. At one point, Harry had just walked away, he wasn't going to listen to the back and forth arguments about his health. He knew, and Professor Snape knew, he would never have them again but neither really wanted another individual knowing about his new condition. The more people knew, the less likely it was to feel acceptable and comfortable. Harry actually enjoyed not letting anyone expect for himself and his Professor know what had gone on. It gave him that element of control, no one could hurt him if they didn't know about it.
Later that evening, the Slytherin Head of House had found him wandering slowly back towards the tower and called him back to his office for a chat. The man seemed concerned that things weren't working out the way he'd intended them to and was apologizing. Not that Harry could understand why he was doing so, he had chosen this life, he had been given a choice to live or die and so what if he didn't have Quidditch? It was only a hobby and something he enjoyed doing, but he didn't need it to graduate Hogwarts.
"Sir, I'm not upset." Harry finally said, causing his Sire to stop the next rant and regard him carefully.
"You do not wish to play this year?"
"Well, I have more important things to be worrying about and letting another person know exactly why I'm no longer having fits doesn't sit well. Professor McGonagall was my limit."
"I suppose I cannot fault you for not wanting to tell people. You can live without Quidditch this year?"
"Let's just focus on getting Professor Slughorn to let me brew potions in his class, then I'll decide what I'm going to do." Harry reasoned, nodding at his own words to further improve his conviction.
Severus humored himself with the mature version of a student he used to know. Harry Potter was still the same man but had completely changed. Perhaps the choice of life and death had reshuffled the priorities in his life and he was now taking it seriously as he should have done a couple of years ago. He was almost impressed. Almost. For now, the teen was right, but until he heard back from Minerva there was no point in worrying about the outcome.
. . .
The first feed at school was awkward for Harry and as he approached Professor Snape's office, he kept looking over his shoulder as if there was someone watching or following him. He chalked it up to being paranoid because what they were doing was technically not okay, Professor Snape could try and sugar coat it all he liked, a student feeding from a teacher without prior approval from the Headmaster was forbidden. His Sire was standing in the classroom waiting for him but the only expression he gained was a spark of recognition and followed the man up the stairs.
"As a matter of interest, how do you feel currently?" Severus shut the door, locking it before starting on the top buttons of his teaching robes.
The uneasy feeling began anew when he saw this, trying to establish that barrier between teacher and Sire. His hesitance was noted and the comforting warmth of a hand on his shoulder pulled his attention upwards. There was no doubt when he did look up that this was his Sire standing in front of him, he had a different presence about himself but it wasn't something just anyone would be able to pick up. It calmed him gently and he took a deep breath, his eyes sliding towards the pale skin along the older Wizards neck, his body preparing itself to feed.
Repositioning himself, Severus sat along the edge of his desk, taking away some of the height difference and motioned for his student to come closer. He wondered why the teen looked unsure, his entire aura had felt off when he walked into the classroom, so he had let off some of his allure simply to calm the young Vampire. It seemed to work, and he restrained it once more to allow his student to think clearly and of his own accord. Sure hands took of his shoulders and he parted his knees to allow a leg to slip between them so they were close enough for the task. This time felt a lot smoother than the first proper experience of taking from the neck and Severus allowed himself to relax into it, reaching up and lightly placing his own hands on the defined hip bones of the Gryffindor.
Harry still wasn't sure when he was supposed to stop but was pleased when he felt the push on his waist and pulled away, licking at the puncture marks to close them over. He catalogued the feeling so he would know for next time and realized his stomach felt very full and something deep within started to settle. Perhaps he had been cranky before this? Or the anxious emotion he had been experiencing could have been related to his need for sustenance.
"Better?" Severus started on his robes, securing then back into place.
"Much." Harry replied, wiping his mouth to make sure there was no blood left over.
"Excellent. Now, please explain why you felt so unsure when you entered this evening. For your own record, I let my allure known in order to calm you prior to feeding. If you were tense, then it would have been painful for us both."
"Oh… I'm sorry. It was just as I came here this evening, and all day actually, I felt like someone's been watching me. Am I being paranoid?"
"Unlikely, your instincts and senses are heightened marginally, they will get stronger as you mature further. If you believe something or someone is watching you then there is a high chance you are correct. I will keep a closer eye on you and if there is a time where you feel unsafe, please come and see me."
This made Harry calm naturally, he didn't need his Sire's aura to calm him right now, his words were reassurance enough. He had proven himself ever since the turning and hadn't gone back on his word at any point during their interactions. At this point, Harry fully believed he trusted his Sire more than he trusted anyone else and the realization had him conflicting between joy and caution.
. . .
It was a nervous wait, but Harry finally got given word on his position to be involved with Potions. When Professor McGonagall had informed him one morning, she appeared tired, as if there had been a bit of an argument. This wasn't new of course, how many of his teachers had told him that he was unable to do something, so ready to discredit his abilities because he couldn't control his seizures. Well, the joke was going to be on them, he was better now and had a far better life than the one he'd lived so far.
Still, when he arrived for Potions, he was already two weeks behind the rest of the students. Well, he should have been, but he quickly learnt that Professor Snape had jumped ahead in the curriculum they'd set over summer and he'd already done and passed with ease the first months worth of work. He had a sneaking suspicion the older Vampire had known this might happen and catered for it, another thing that his Sire had done that proved he only had the best of intentions.
"You're lucky they let you back in here, Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes at the sound of Draco Malfoy's voice calling from behind him as he left Potions. What was he supposed to say? Malfoy really had no right to cause beef when it was his Head of House that had established a bond with him, allowed to be fed from and despite house differences, cared for him. The joke was really on the blonde Slytherin but he refrained from making any comment back, he knew his come backs would be lame and dangerous if he said the wrong thing.
"You're a danger to us all. Better hope those fits don't cause an explosion or you'll be kicked out of school. My father will be very interested to hear about this."
Yes, Malfoy senior probably would have a field day with this, not to mention the fact there was an unidentified Vampire roaming the corridors of Hogwarts. Perhaps he should be going to see Professor Snape and telling him about the issue, surely it could be nipped in the bud early and there wouldn't be any more issues.
He had intended on making this known to the older Vampire, but later in the week he was called up to see the Headmaster. The intentions of said meeting had not been made clear and so when Harry arrived, he calmed himself as best he could and knocked on the door. Professor Dumbledore seemed happy enough, though his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Harry had a bad feeling about it, an ominous sense of foreboding.
"It has come as a surprise to see you back in Potion's class this year, though Professor McGonagall assures me it is fine. I have to wonder, why the sudden change of heart?"
Change of heart? Well, let's see… Harry thought half bitterly, keeping a positive face even in the oddity of their conversation. He could just see the conversation taking a turn for the worse, yes, Headmaster, over the break my relatives decided to treat me like an animal, making me live in my own filth until this knight in dark oppressing armor came on his noble steed and turned me into a Vampire. No, he had to keep that to himself but that didn't mean he could have some fun with the answer he gave.
"My relatives allowed me to seek medical advice over the break, sir. It seems the fits I was having, which are called seizures if you didn't know, are brought on by stress. So, it is clear to assume that the stress of finals last year triggered these fits. I am careful now, and have a solid plan for dealing with stress management to ensure these don't happen again."
Impressed with his own fluid lie, he waited, his breathing baited, until he had the confirmation he required that the story was believed. He would be definitely seeking out his Sire by the weeks end to tell him about this. It couldn't just be a coincidence that he'd had only a few lessons in Potions, listened to Malfoy's comment and had Professor McGonagall's involvement highlighted without there being suspicions.
"Very well. And the rest of your classes?"
"Just the same, Professor."
The conversation was awkward after that and Harry truly believed that he wasn't convincing enough. But what could they do, really? He would never confess he was a Vampire, they didn't know what his home life was like so what was the point in all of this? Whatever it was, the Gryffindor left feeling uneasy once more.
. . .
Severus had his own concerns of course, he kept capturing bits of Harry's uncertainty each time they saw each other. Sometimes even catching the teen watching him, clearly oblivious to it happening because his green eyes appeared to be unfocussed. Lucius had also made contact with him about some things his son was telling him, so felt it was time to address a few things before he progressed with his young Vampire.
It was the weekend, Harry had been summoned to his Professor's office but was surprised when they didn't stay and left the moment he arrived. Wondering what was going on, he knew his feed was due, so considered it was something else he didn't know about himself. He thought he'd been doing pretty well with his feeds, it wasn't quite two weeks since his last, but he was still open to knowing more, especially when one considered why he'd chosen this life.
"There is something we must discuss." Severus said, leading his student down towards the dungeons.
"Am I in trouble?"
"No, of course not." Severus frowned, the uncertain aura was making itself known again and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
When they stopped outside his private rooms, he turned to Harry and looked down the corridor carefully before speaking, his voice low and barely a whisper. The only person who was able to hear however, would have been Harry with the aid of his heightened instincts so he knew it was safe.
"What you are about to see in this room is nothing to be afraid of. The man who is waiting for us, is a dear friend, one I have known for many years and has been my donor for the past ten. He can be trusted, and I assure you, he will not breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Sir?" Harry was evidently worried, it was clear in every aspect of his aura and body language.
"You must trust me. Are you ready?" Severus put his hand on the door handle and waited for the nod, when it came he opened the door and they both stepped in.
Harry's jaw dropped at the sight. This had to be a dream or a nightmare… Lucius Malfoy? But the stranger scene was seeing his Sire walk up to the man and shake his hand, patting his shoulder in greeting as they both smiled at seeing one another again. So, this was Severus's blood bank? No wonder he never showed him feeding, especially since they'd been doing this for years. If he had of known his path would cross with Malfoy senior, he might have chosen death instead. Alas, it was far too late for this and he stared numbly at the two older Wizards watching him carefully.
"Merlin, Severus he looks as though he's seen a ghost. Have you told him about our relationship?" Lucius commented, his voice oddly light and wasn't glaring daggers at him like he'd thought.
"I had not, no. He was informed of your presence just as I opened the door."
"Poor childe. Hello, Potter." Lucius addressed him as if it were the most normal thing ever and all he could do was blink.
"Potter, as I said, Lucius is my feeder. We meet every third week in the same way you gain your sustenance from me. This evening happens to be the third week, but I wanted Lucius to be present when I ask you something. Please, come and sit." Severus held out his hand, not for taking, but to direct him over to a chair.
There was a couch and an armchair, which Harry decided on the chair to keep himself separated from the two older Wizards. He felt the uncertainty again, like he always did but it was usually because he wasn't around his Professor. It was getting worse over the weekends, when they didn't see each other for a few days, he could feel a pull in his chest, but he had tried to squash it and believed that it was because he needed to feed. That seemed to be his indicator anyway and with feeding fortnightly, he assumed it was normal. Now however, it was building, and Severus stopped himself from sitting when he felt a strong wave of it.
"He seems uneasy, Severus."
"You can feel that too?" The Defence Professor asked, and received a nod. "Potter, what is the matter?"
"I'm not sure… I usually get like this when I haven't seen you for a few days."
"Well, that would be natural for a Sire and childe." Lucius commented, but was confronted with a dark look from his friend, "What?"
"He is not a childe, he is a matured fledgling." Severus replied to Lucius, before turning back to Harry, "Does this happen often?"
"Yes."
"Are you really surprised, Severus? If you simply turned and nurtured him throughout his fledgling stage, then it would end when you both went separate ways. He still feeds from you, much like a babe who feeds from its mother until about two years. This dynamic isn't supposed to work."
Severus was annoyed mostly at himself for not having seen it earlier, but then again, it had been Lucius who wanted to come and see Harry. Apparently hearing the rumors from his son and his position as Severus's feeder had sparked something that needed to be addressed. Whilst he had tried to keep things distant and separated, there was something he wanted to try and was good that Lucius had agreed to come early.
"Childe?" Severus tested the word carefully, the teen essentially was already, they just hadn't acknowledged it properly.
"Sir?" Harry looked between them with worry but it seemed to snap the older Vampire out of his thoughts.
"Harry, there has been a reason for not showing you my attributes, aside from the occasional allure. This was one of those reasons, a connection between us that admittedly I should have seen but failed to acknowledge until now. I would like to show you now, consider it a test to see if your instincts and emotions change."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Lucius asked, his hands were in both pockets.
"Y-You're going to show me your… fangs?"
"We have had this conversation previously, Potter, you mentioned an interest in Muggle films about our type of creature. For that purpose, I have resisted in showing you to ensure there were no false receptors of interest from you. Considering your body is naturally calling out to me, your Sire, I would like to finally show you. If nothing changes, then all is well – "
"If it does?" Harry sat up alarmed.
"Let's see, shall we?" Lucius had a glint in his eye but stood firm beside Professor Snape, they were both looking at him carefully.
Harry could feel trained eyes on him as Lucius unfastened the clips on his robes, exposing porcelain skin beneath. It was so different to his Professor, if anything, the blonde man seemed even more fairer than his Sire. This was a lot to take in, but it seemed even in this situation Professor Snape was still being careful, he was being watched closely, even as Lucius draped the outer cape he wore across the back of the couch. There seemed to be a threat in the room, not that Harry realized what it was, but he could feel that tightening knot of anxiety blooming.
"Put the lad out of his misery, Severus." Lucius commented, feeling a chill in his bones.
"No."
Finally, Severus looked away, refusing to placate the teen at all until they'd done what they were here to do. To Lucius's credit, he did not react to the firm way in which his friend was acting and simply nodded, turning his back to the younger Vampire in the room and tilting his head. Harry watched unsure; it was true, he had spoken about Muggle films with his Professor over the summer break but he always wondered what it would be like to see this man, who held himself to such a high standard, sinking his teeth in a primal fashion into another's neck. He couldn't remember much of his turning, only that the pain was minimal after a while and made way for something a little more pleasant. He would never have said there was anything arousing about the process, unlike what was portrayed in films and books, so perhaps seeing his Sire in the act wouldn't be so bad.
Severus stood directly in front of Lucius, both hands coming up to hold his shoulders in place. The blonde was an old dog at this, he didn't need to be supported any more than he was, unlike when he was helping Harry to feed, but he took it slowly, far slower than usual. Whilst he usually allowed his canines to elongate right when he felt the jugular pulse, he showed them earlier, opening his mouth to ensure they stood prominently. Hovering above the offered flesh, he caught Harry's eye and the aura within the room changed. It was fierce, protective, possessive; and it came from the younger Vampire.
Refusing to proceed, Severus retracted his fangs, "What's this? Where is that emotion coming from?"
Lucius was let go and he peered across his shoulder, seeing the reddening face of a Gryffindor who seemed to cower back into the seat.
"I d-don't know." Ashamed, Harry hung his head.
"Now, Severus, is that any way to treat a childe."
"Zip it, Malfoy." Severus barked, before walking forward and kneeling at the feet of his matured fledgling, "Jealousy, yes? Would you rather I took from you?"
"W-What?"
"You are free to admit it, but know that it will not happen in the near future."
"Oh my, Severus Snape." Lucius was almost gushing with a smug smile on his face.
"I must feed from Lucius for now. Identify your reactions, catalogue them, and we can explore this more at a later date." He was still kneeling and half glanced over his shoulder, "Lucius, if you could take the couch, my instincts are warning me to feed."
"Of course." The blonde agreed and went to sit comfortably on the cushions.
"Potter, I am tempted to calm you but I will resist. However, should you start reacting in a violent aura, you will leave me no choice but to do so. Are we clear on this?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, sit back and watch."
Walking around the back of the couch, Lucius offered his neck and Harry craned his head to get a glimpse of what was progressing. He could tell the moment his Professor bite into the neck because Lucius scrunched up his face in what appeared to be pain. It seemed to be a drawn out feed, longer than his were and wondered if this was normal. The pain only subsided when the older Vampire withdrew and lapped twice at the porcelain neck before standing upright and looking to his younger charge. There were emotions circling, aura's dancing around the cusp of curiosity and jealousy but Severus said no more and allowed Lucius to straighten up.
"You haven't been that rough in years, Severus." Lucius huffed, stretching out the cramping in his neck.
"We both know it had to happen, be aware, it will bruise."
"Indeed. Very well then, if that is all I am required for, I shall take my leave."
"Until next time." Severus nodded, watching him leave, then turning his attention back to Harry, "You and I have some thinking to do. It was never my intention to have you anything more than a fledgling before setting you out to the world. Unfortunately, we may not have a choice. Do you remember what I said about bonding before you were turned?"
"Yes, sir."
"Think on it some more, we will address this later."
. . .
Think about it, Harry did. In classes, during study, even at night when he lay awake looking at the canopy of his bed. He had become rather knowledgeable about Vampires in the last few months, only thanks to the fact he was now one of them, but what about this Sire and childe dynamic that was being spoken about? A thought occurred as he turned onto his side, looking out of the window at the night sky, he couldn't ever see himself doing this without Professor Snape by his side. He was the one to turn him, to nurture and protect him. Parting company and feeding from another seemed odd.
Things were interesting in his Defence class, they were sitting in single seating for a surprise quiz their Professor decided to spring on them at last minute. Harry sat there, his leg fidgeting under his table and his quill tapping the desk as they waited to begin. He was nervous, the last time he'd been in an exam and had a seizure. In the back of his mind, he figured it would happen again and all the knowledge and content he had learnt went completely from his brain. Shooting an anxious glance at Hermione, she seemed to notice that he was unsettled but didn't dare to say anything in case they got into trouble. Instead, when the tests were finally handed out, Harry attempted to focus on the questions. They were a blur, nothing made sense and he kept shaking his head at each question he missed out because he couldn't answer. He supposed it should have been luck that it was Defence, as moments after the time had started, he was encased behind a curtain of black robes.
"If you do not calm down, I will force you to." Severus whispered in the quietest of voices, seeing a shudder from the teen beneath him.
"I can't." Harry's response was just as quiet, but after a breath in, his entire body relaxed.
Light appeared around him once more and with the sudden clearing of his mind, he looked back down at the questions. Tilting his head slightly in thought, he went to question one and let a small smile pull at his lips. A quick glance behind him where he man was leaning against the wall with arms folded, told him that it was because of the allure, or what he preferred to call a pheromone. It was almost intoxicating, the effect not immediately identifiable, but in this situation made all the difference. It allowed him to concentrate, to think clearer, to remember that nothing could harm him.
He should have seen it coming, being called back after class and shut away in his Professor's office. His friends were concerned, they always were when it came to him, but little did they understand how good it felt to be alone with the man. Perhaps this was something he should have been identifying as odd considering their relationship as student and teacher, even more so when they were supposed to be Sire and fledgling. No, that wasn't correct because he should have been feeding off another by now, just like Lucius Malfoy had mentioned. Whatever his feelings were at this point, he pushed them aside as he slowly brought his eyes up to the man in front. Gone was his Professor, this was his Sire, and he had a specific glint in his eyes that told him he was about to get a talking to.
"Is there a particular reason you were so unsettled during my class today?" Severus asked, sitting along the front edge of his desk.
"The test, sir. It's my first one this year since…" He trailed off, knowing the man would understand what he meant.
"You doubt me?"
"Of course not. I've entrusted my life to you, why would you even think that?"
"Because a childe would never doubt their Sire." Surprised by the words, Harry noted it was said with a sigh, "Have you thought on it?"
"I have." Harry answered; having to look away from temptation, he was due for a feed but didn't think now was the appropriate time.
Severus considered his student for a moment, before quickly looking up to the ceiling for inspiration, "Now is not the time, come and see me after classes."
Harry did just that, however the moment he arrived at his Defence classroom, he was navigated away. They headed towards the Dungeons, but Harry paused when they neared the Slytherin common room, a prickly feeling like he was being followed had him glancing over his shoulder. The older Vampire saw this and narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly what was making the teen hesitant but not wanting to stop to address it in fear the situation might escalate. This would be done delicately and out of the prying eyes.
"Potter."
Harry saw the man had advanced him and jogged to catch up, looking over his shoulder twice in the process but suddenly feeling more secure when he arrived at his Professor's hip, walking in step with him. Once they were alone in his private chambers, Harry did a quick look around, half expecting to see another man in the room and oddly satisfied there wasn't. His Sire was beckoning him from the other side of the couch, so he went around the piece of furniture and stood in front of him. He was moving his hands slowly up to unfasten his robes when Harry quickly reached up and stopped him, not meeting his eye as he did so.
With the intentions clear, hands deftly unhooked the buttons, going as far down at his Sire usually did in this situation, exposing his pale neck. Harry felt an urge, he'd been thinking in classes about trying something different, being more intimate but not sure how to act it. Recognizing that he didn't want to separate from the man, he felt actions should be made and this was how he chose to act on the thoughts he'd been having. Exposed the neck, he pulled the material away, feeling his mouth starting to water and fangs elongating within his mouth, but it was all too soon, there had to be more than just biting into someone to feed. He thought back to the Muggle movies he'd watched, most of those had romanticized Vampires, turning a life source into a seductive dance.
With the other hand, his shaking fingers traced his Sire's sternum, moving upwards and disappearing under the opened shirt and gliding over the hidden collarbone. Refusing to meet the man's eye, he slid that very same hand up and pressed his fingers into the nape of his neck, the idle hand now moving back the shirt so he could get his prize. This was as far as he was willing to go in terms of seducing his Sire, but at least he was making the intentions clear for now and pierced through the man's skin, getting his life source. He didn't think he was rough during this process, but for some reason, he felt himself taking extra care in how he handled the punctures, lapping not only once, but three times to close over the wounds.
When he pulled back, his belly filled with nutrition, he went to retract his hands when they were taken and held at the mans heart for a moment. Taken back by the movement, Harry finally made eye contact, and those black eyes were watching him with an intensity he'd never experienced prior. Perhaps he'd gone too far, maybe the man didn't actually want this and wanted to keep their relationship as it was. In fact, why had he just done that?
"You have been thinking about this."
Harry shivered at the deep tone, "The idea has been stuck in my head, yes."
"Are you sure this is the path you wish to take?" Severus asked, considering the situation seriously, "I am due to meet with Lucius in two days time. Now, I can either cancel his arrival, or you join us again as you did last time, or we can continue to go as we are. The decision is yours."
"I-I don't understand." Harry finally showed some emotion and frowned, "Wait… Do you mean, you would take from me?"
"Yes."
Something jerked within Harry and he found himself swallowing hard, the idea of that happening to him was creating interesting reactions in his body, nothing unpleasant, rather the opposite. With his hands still trapped within his Sire's, he angled his body closer, his legs naturally going either side of his Sire's thigh. The contact was intoxicating, and he went to pull his hands free. Uncontested, Harry then ran his fingertips along the man's body, until they were wrapping around the taller Vampire in a hug. From there, he rested the side of his head against the man's shoulder, feeling a steady heartbeat from within the strong chest. You'd have thought his Professor had just offered him the sweetest and most precious gift, to be fed from, and he relaxed against the man.
"I don't think anything would make me happier."
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The day was upon him, nervous anticipation filled his healing body as he sat through dinner. Surreptitious glances were made across the hall, spying his Sire comfortably conversing with other Professors and clearly oblivious to the hurricane of feelings Harry was experiencing. He smiled, unsure as to why and was high inappropriate giving the setting, but he couldn't help it. Unfortunately, he was unable to go unnoticed and he met grey eyes staring at him from the Slytherin table. They were smug with a touch of determination, causing him to feel the same prickly feeling he had been experiencing for weeks now. He wondered if he knew about his father feeding a Vampire?
Hermione pulled him from his thoughts for a moment, discussing class work, but he really wasn't that focused on her and instead looked past her head to watch his Sire, no, Professor. It was strange how he could distinctly tell the two apart when they were the same person really, but he continued to watch nonetheless.
"Are you even listening?" Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes.
Just as he heard this, Professor Snape's eyes slid over to where he was sitting and they made contact. Swallowing heavily, he felt something heavy developing in the pit of his stomach, a need, a growing one at that. In that instant, the perception of the Vampire changed to that of his Sire and a small tug of the lips showed the man restraining from some form of smile.
"Hey?" The Witch snapped and hit him on the back of the head, causing him to break eye contact and wince at the sudden force.
"What!" He barked.
"Forget it, not like it's important." She sniffed, turning back to Ron and the others.
Rolling his eyes, he focused back on his Sire, who was now very much parading around as his Professor, but walking towards them with a dark glare on his face. Wanting to shrink away, Harry watched as the man raised an eyebrow at him, saying nothing more, and passing them without another glance. It would be an excruciating wait, but… Maybe it didn't have to be? Looking at the older Wizard disappear around the corner, he went to follow.
Soon, though it felt like hours, he was sitting in the same arm chair he typically sat in when he was there and caught both hands between his thighs. Severus could sense the nerves, he didn't need to see that his student was visibly showing signs for him to conclude as such. He too had been thinking about this day, reminding himself that things were going to change for them both when it finally came time.
"Please, Harry, I need you to relax, otherwise you will leave me with no choice but to do so myself."
Try as he might, Harry just couldn't bring it upon himself to and suddenly stood, making his way across the room. Severus only had a few seconds to register that the young Vampire was coming towards him to twist himself around so he could collect the teen as they collided. There was no denying, he wasn't going to push him away, but the action certainly took him by surprise.
"What is this?"
"I'm not sure, but I feel better." Harry replied, trying his hardest not to nuzzle into the black robes and rested his head against the man's shoulder, looking at the wall, expression blank.
"This is a big step, are you sure this is something you want?" Severus pulled back, the Sire within him taking over and bringing his hands up to cup his fledglings face.
"I'm sure. I trust you."
"Very well, we will being momentarily."
Harry was guided to the couch and told to sit. He felt almost cold as he watched the older Vampire walking around the small space, disappearing into a room off the living area and appearing a couple of times. He was collecting various items, like a vial and a blanket, a glass that was empty, and removing his outer robe. When everything appeared to be ready, Harry found himself looking down at his Sire who knelt between his legs, hands sending warm currents through his knees as they were placed there delicately. The heated black gaze was heady, this was no Professor, nor mere random Vampire kneeling in front of him, this was his Sire, his.
"You remember the feeling the first time?" The deep voice was smooth, darker than normal.
"Yes." Was the replying whisper.
"When I say this will change things, I mean that whilst I was seeing Lucius every three weeks, that will not be the case with you. Being young still, by Wizarding standards, you cannot sustain me for that length of time. Therefore, we will be doing this every week, for either you or myself. Do you understand?"
Regular meetings with his Sire? This sounded too good to be true.
"Yes, sir."
"Good." Severus nodded, straightening as he continued to kneel and slowly ran his hands up the younger Vampires thighs.
Harry shuddered at the contact, not having been touched quite so delicately before, and licked his lips when he saw the man coming closer to him. Hands were gentle, loosening his tie and slipping it away from his neck, then being discarded. Buttons on his school shirt were the next to be tended to, the top three coming undone slowly. Taking in a deep breath, he had no time to think further when a nose pressed into his jugular, grazing lightly across the skin that was tempting the older Vampire mercilessly.
"You are sure about this?" Severus's voice was rasping, feeling more than just the desire to feed tonight.
"Do it." Harry replied, instinctively tilting his head and closing his eyes when he heard a hitched breath.
The pressure was back on his thighs, lower towards his knees than anything, as the man held himself up. There was the sweetest, most delicious scent he caught that he was able to lose himself into right before he felt the sharp pinch into his neck and the pull that followed after. Except, this time was completely different to his first experience at being bitten, this was almost sensual and caring. That wasn't to say the first time was painful, just strange and he couldn't particularly remember much of it, but this time he was fully aware of what was happening and he couldn't have been happier in that moment. There was a use for him, he could help the man that had helped him. It was a win-win. However, that giddy feeling was slowly making him feel odd, like he was separating himself from his body and opened his eyes, only to find he couldn't focus on the scene in front of him.
He made a strange moan, feeling his stomach start to rock around and twist itself into knots, almost as though he was going to lose his dinner. The alarmed aura he let off must have roused his Sire, because in the next breath he was feeling the warmth of a tongue lapping at his neck. He was still conscious, but things were blurring around him, and with unfocussed green eyes he sought out the man who had just fed from him.
"Hush, everything is fine. Open your mouth." The deep voice was demanding but safe, and he did what he was told, feeling a cool rush of a tasteless liquid being poured into his mouth.
"This is water, nothing more. You did well, now you may rest." Severus took the vial away from his fledglings mouth and maneuvered him into a horizontal position, the blanket he'd gathered prior being draped over the teens form.
Harry closed his eyes, the steady stroking on his shoulder from where he lay allowing him to relax into the cushions. His neck tingled, his veins sung to him, praising the work that had been done on him, but of course this meant nothing to him and he simply enjoyed it for all it was worth. If this was how he felt after each time, he was certainly going to get more addicted to its effects.
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I can't finish the story like this… Chapter Three is in the works.
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