Harry knew he was mad that night as he tossed and turned in his bed. Worse yet were the dreams where he was in the arms of one Severus Snape. He hadn't had dreams like that since... he didn't want to remember.

He'd definitely support Hermione with that threat she'd made to the current Minister of Magic. Anyone had to be better than who they had now.

As he tried to sleep again, closing his eyes, an earlier dream scene returned. His face flushed as his cock grew hard. It was almost as if his body knew the touches and craved them.

Sitting up, he tossed off his blankets. Looking around, he made certain that Ron was asleep before slipping out of the bed.

If he and the headmaster were bonded and it was unbreakable, then he determined he might as well go sleep with him.

'What am I thinking? Those images aren't real!' But ever since he'd felt that bond take form, unwished for as it was, he could not be rid of the scenes floating through his mind, especially when asleep.

Leaving the Gryffindor dorms beneath his Invisibility Cloak—which he hadn't thought he'd be needing at all, but had had nowhere else to keep it—he headed for the headmaster's quarters. Although he thought the dungeons were so much better suited to the greasy-haired git. Who wasn't so greasy since he wasn't working with potions as much as he'd been when he was the Potions master.

There was another unable to sleep, having viewed images of a man, not just a boy, named Harry Potter in his head, with his own calloused hands exploring the youths body.

He'd tried to distract himself from his raging hard-on, something he hadn't had since before the day of his childhood best friend's death.

He'd dreamt of a seductive young man with the green eyes and the wild untamable hair. Still a brave and foolish Gryffindor.

Closing his eyes, mouth pursed into a grimace, he set his quill down, unable to think of a single word to write on the parchment. He couldn't stop thinking about the naked supple body and wondering if Harry James Potter was likewise endowed.

"Stop it, you fool. That is the son of your friend and you will not besmirch her honor."

Just then he heard the creaking of a door and looked up. But there was no one there. "Potter."

Instead of sneaking around and trying to hide himself, the boy, or rather the young man, removed the cloak, wearing only his nightshirt and slippers.

His pupils were dilated, skin flushed, and his hair even more wild and unruly than usual as he took a step toward him.

"Severus."

The reinstated headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Severus Snape, stilled at the breathless and mewling way the young man had said his name.

Sounding exactly as hilarious as when he had spoken it in Severus' dream.

"Potter," he growled, and stood up, about to give him detention, when the younger man rounded the desk and took hold of his head.

Startled, he went to get his wand, but before he could utter a spell, his head was pulled down and his mouth caught by the young Potter man's.

It was like coming home.

For the first time in forever, his wand fell from his hold.

Of their own accord, his hands found their way into Harry's dark tresses.

His tongue plunged into the eager, waiting mouth. All thoughts of nobility and promises to a dead woman were lost to the moment.

Their tongues collided, gliding and slicking against and over each other's.

His tongue rolled around Harry's, luring the other's tongue into his mouth so that he could suck upon the wet, pink appendage.

The hold they had on each other, tight, their cocks pressing against each other's where they stood… Harry on his tiptoes…

Severus turned Harry around, moving the chair and backing him up against the wall.

He growled as their lips parted, "Lift your nightshirt up."

Harry's face further flushed, his lips plumper than before. Well-kissed. But for once, to Severus' shock, he obeyed.

Dark eyes trailed down the younger man's body and took note that he wore nothing beneath his nightshirt.

"Hold it with your teeth."

Again, the younger man followed his instruction, which only heightened his own arousal.

Moving his hands lower, he let his fingers stroke down the length of Harry's thick, hard cock. He heard a whimper.

He removed his hands. "Make no sound, boy, or you'll leave here, like this. Do you understand?"

Still biting into his nightshirt, Harry nodded.

With a sneering smirk, the older man silently willed his own robes off and folded nearby, along with the black pants he wore beneath them. Fully in the nude, he took each one of the green-eyed youth's hands and held them above his head in one of his own hands.

He felt Harry Potter shiver at his touch, but knew the younger man was trying to keep still, to keep from making any sound.

His fingertips gently caressed over one of Harry's nipples, the soft flesh pebbling.

Dark eyes lightening, he whispered, "You like that, Potter? Me touching your nipple?"

Wary green eyes gazed up into his dark tunnels. He saw the need there and the passion. But also the loneliness. Loneliness he understood. And despite the animosity that had always existed between them before, he wanted to take that loneliness away. Give the son of his greatest foe and his greatest friend happiness.

Shaking his head as if to rid himself of such ridiculous thoughts, he let his fingertips brush down Harry's sternum, over his naval and abdomen, to encircle his cock.

A gentle stroke down and up, down and up. His fingertip brushed over the head of Harry's cock.

He smirked down at Harry. "Wet already, my little slut?"

Harry glowered up at him but said nothing.

Severus wanted him. More and more.

He took a step closer, moving his hand so there was no obstruction in the path between their two cocks.

Severus could not tear his gaze from the look in Harry's eyes as his cock brushed the younger man's.

"Moan for me, Potter. Move for me, my little pet."

There was no protest, but still some defiance in the emerald of his eyes.

Together they began to move, grinding their hips against each other's, their cocks rubbing up and down. With a silent Lubricus, their movements were easier, quicker, more sensitive. Each slick and shlick as their bodies moved echoed through the room.

Where Harry had bitten into his robes, a wet stain formed as he moaned around them, the sound muffled.

"Come for me, now."

Harry whimpered, his body shuddering as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure, coming upon his naked headmaster.

Severus was not long behind.

He caught Harry as the young man slid down the wall.

"Potter?"

"Severus... I... love... you."

Brows furrowed, he glared down at him, opening his mouth to snap a retort, but the way Harry was looking at him prevented him from doing so.

"Then it is just as well that I have some similar regard for you, Harry."

Green eyes rounded, stunned, mouth gaped for several seconds, before the words were formed. "You... you called me Harry."

"Don't get used to it. Now, we should clean ourselves up. And then get to the matter of how you came to be pregnant without having had sex."

Behind the both of them, the empty portrait of Albus Dumbledore was no longer empty.

"I hear Harry is pregnant, Severus, and that the two of you are wed?"

Severus quickly cast cleaning charms and returned their clothes before whirling around and pointing his wand at the portrait.

"Do not ever sneak up on me again. You portraits are all alike, engaging in frivolities such as gossip."

"But my dear boy, do you not wish to know how Harry came to be pregnant?"

Severus's eyes narrowed.

Harry gazed at the portrait, mouth agape.

Severus moved his wand and gently placed it under Harry's chin, pressing up so as to get Harry to close it. He'd make good use of his bonded's mouth later, even if the bonding had not been their idea.

"What. Have. You. Done?"

Blue eyes twinkled behind half-moon spectacles. "A spell was cast to ensure your happiness, Severus. At the moment of your greatest peril, he who was closest to you would beget your child, as long as that individual was not the one intending you harm. And knowing Harry as I do, I believed it would be he. Your greatest ally after the war."

The corner of Severus' eye twitched. "Meddling old fool."

Before either he or Harry could say more, Albus Dumbledore left the portrait to return to one of the many others in the castle.

Harry glanced up at him. "I really am pregnant?"

He nodded. "So it would seem."

"And the baby is yours?"

Severus nodded. "Yes."

"Do... what do you want to do?"

"Keep it. If you are willing."

A soft flush of color appeared on Harry's cheeks. "Am I not your pet? The decision is yours."

Severus lifted his hand and stroked his fingers through Harry's hair. "Very well, then. Now, you should get back to your studies. No sex without at least getting an E in every subject."

He watched the younger man about to protest, but then saw him close his mouth and turn around. This bonding was going to be an interesting lifelong experiment. He'd have to thank the Minister of Magic for giving him such a gift. But really, it was all thanks to Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore.