Harry Potter and the Mirrored Veil
By: D.A Cirle
Disclaimer/Etc: See Chapter one.
WARNING: SMEX!
A/N: (Blush!) If you're wondering why I've been naming the days, you'll see by the end of this chapter. I posted chapter six and seven together because I felt a bit guilty about not posting sooner although I post quicker than most people…anyway, enjoy!
CHAPTER SEVEN-
In a week's time things will change more than you can imagine, Part VI
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Day Six- 11:05 p.m
His eyes open, and blinks up at the blurs which kind of sort themselves out, though things still were blurred at the edges. Having to wear glasses was another thing his father left him, and he sleepily wondered if it was possible to correct your vision with magic, like Hermione did with her teeth.
"Finally in the land of the living, are you?" said a silky voice. He jumps a little, and moves his head to the side, and squints and sees Severus Snape (fully clothed other than his black robes…and boots?) standing in front of the bed, arms crossed, looking distinctively amused, and brow raised, smirk and all. He could feel his face burn as he looked at Severus, and he remembered that he at least was still quite naked (though under the sheet, somehow after he had fallen asleep he had been put in the black comforter, which was rather comfortable, and he had woken once, only once, during the night to see that he had spooned around Severus).
The events of last night had burned into his memory and he could feel the blush envelop him, feeling as if he would burn up if Severus kept staring at him, and like that, with that hot look in his eyes. He pulls up the cover a little more, trying to be discreet, but knew that wasn't possible as Severus was staring right at him. "How long have I been asleep?" he murmurs, wondering if he pulled the cover over his head, would Severus not say something that would make him burst into flames.
Severus moves his head to look at a black clock against the left side of the wall that Harry hadn't noticed before, but then again he had been quite distracted.
"Nearly eleven hours," said Severus, making Harry's eyes widen in surprise. That long?! And…just how long had Severus been up? Severus' mouth curls up on one end, in an almost full blown smile that made Harry's heart flutter just seeing it. "I don't know what sort of…activities…that you had been doing that would exhaust you so much…"
Harry could feel his face grow hotter, but he doesn't/couldn't look away. Severus takes a few steps forward, and walks around the bed to the side that Harry was laying on. His eyes glitter as he gazes down at him, and Harry could see something hot burning within their depths, the look on Severus' face made him feel something hot in his stomach, and he could feel himself harden (even more so than he had been). He didn't know that he could sleep that long; he had never had the luxury before, not unless you counted when he got injured, and he didn't. He didn't know that doing…that…would tire him out like that, but it had been definitely more than worth it, and after all, that had been his very first time…doing anything like…that.
Severus leans down, and Harry's heart starts to beat a little faster, and Harry knew that he was going to kiss him. He moves his head up to meet his, just as Severus moves down just so, and their lips connect. He feels a spark go through his being and outward, and he could feel one coming back at him, it was as if they were magical. Well, they were, but then again…this felt like something different, something special, and he knew that he had never felt anything like this before with Ginny, ever. He gasps, and feels, more than hears, Severus give a gasp of his own.
The feeling was just so intense, as if they two…was this what his father had felt for his mother? What his mother had felt for his father? His throat contracts against a sudden wave of emotion so strong and intense, that he actually felt tears prickling at his eyes. He wraps his arms around Severus, and pulls him down onto the bed with him. The next few moments were a blur of color, and sounds of moans and buttons being opened with haste and clumsy hands, groaning as they come off, as the pants soon follow, as they were both kissing each other in every place they could reach as they did so. Harry shudders as his skin comes into contact with Severus' and he felt that spark again, building…building…
Was this what…what love really felt like?
He didn't even know that he had really been crying until Severus leans up and kisses the tears away from his face. Severus leans in closer, Harry had his arms wrapped around his neck, and he kisses Harry's neck, and starts to suck down on the sensitive skin. Harry cries out, and the former professor's hold grows tighter. He could feel the unsaid words just sitting like a ball of lead on his tongue, waiting to be said. But he was afraid.
He had never been in love before, and he picked a hell of a person to fall for, he didn't even know that people could fall in love this fa…He stares at the ceiling blankly, feeling pleasure from the embrace, the kisses, but he felt rather cold inside. He had no inkling of any sort that Severus felt anything more than what they were doing.
Severus pulls back, and looks down at him, brows furrowed, his lips rather red, more than Harry could remember ever seeing, the same for his face which was filled with color. "What is it?" he asks Harry. Harry just stares at him, unable to say anything, and even if he could…he couldn't possibly say…that. Why did he have to realize what his feelings were, had finally sorted them out, now of all times? "Is…something wrong?"
Harry tries to shake his head, and speak, but all that comes out of his mouth is a strangled sounding sob. Severus' eyes widen, and he tries to pull back, but he grabs him and keeps him close. Severus makes a sound. "'M sorry…I just…I—" love you. Something happens in that exact moment; he feels Severus body jerk, and he gasps against him, and he himself could feel something happen. It was as if a circuit that couldn't quite work before, had finally got the right amount of power, or source, or something had finally connected…it felt overwhelming, these emotions, and he thought that he had been feeling strongly before. It was almost as if he could—(he looks into Severus' eyes, who looks quite surprised and in shock himself)—as if he could feel the man's emotions. They felt so like his own, the strongest feelings, that he shakes his head in disbelief; no one had ever loved him for him. Except maybe his parents, but he didn't remember them. Ginny, thinking on it, loved him for what she thought he was, maybe not as 'the Chosen One', but her own ideal which she had since he had saved her, or maybe part of her had been attracted to him initially because of Voldemort, for awhile she had held a part of Voldemort within her, so the part must have been attracted to his scar…
But looking at the man above him, at feeling these emotions, he knew that he had never known anything like this before…maybe Severus had…with Lily Evans… Severus shakes his head suddenly; his eyes had a wild look in them that Harry had never seen in them before. The closest thing was when he had seen Snape (he had been Snape then) at his angriest, but this…this was something different from that.
"I didn't love her like that." He said to Harry suddenly. "I thought I did, and the feelings I had were strong…it was…only recently that I realized that I cared for her more as a protector, as a brother than as a lover. It was when I realized that…" I love you.
He didn't have to actually say it; Harry heard him. And I love you. His heart felt fuller than it seemed possible; he thought it might overflow with happiness. He leans forward and moves to kiss the older man, who accepts it and gives back so much, everything was happening so fast, and he felt like he could literally die from the feelings that he felt, the happiness that he now knew was not just his own.
He felt the man's hardness against him, felt his own push against the skinny stomach. He shivers, he wanted more. More than what they had had last night, it was a unfamiliar and slightly frightening territory, but he wanted to keep on exploring these new and exciting (and yes, slightly frightening) feelings and see where they went. He trusted this man, Severus Snape, it had been surprising to realize just how much, but he did.
--
The man's hands started to wander, and it made Harry feel sparks of pleasure arc up and down his being, trying to understand all these feelings, and just barely reaching the surface of it all. It was more than him, more than Severus; it felt bigger than either of them at the same time that it felt like it was just for them. Confusing, but real all the same. He focused on the man above him, kissing him. The time was for touching now, not for so many thoughts.
Hands moves over hot skin, he could feel the pleasure as strongly as Severus moves his mouth around one of his nipples. He had never known that such little things could be receptors for such pleasure and for a man especially! He quivered with anticipation, feeling like he wasn't doing as much as he could be doing, but Severus wasn't allowing him to touch him hardly any, and he tried to hold back a moan as those long thin hands make their way down his thighs, and lower. He really does cry out when one of those hands wraps itself around his throbbing cock. He jerks his hips into that delicious hand, and tries to hold back, but unable to do so. He could feel his eyes roll back up into his head, the pre-come from the tip being rubbed into the man's hand.
When he opens his eyes in a clearer manner, he looks and sees Severus looking at him, a question in his black eyes, and he felt a blush move into his cheeks. He gulps. He was unsure of where they were headed…but…but he—he loved Severus didn't he? And the man deserved to know some happiness in his life, and Harry knew that the man would not deliberately hurt him, a fact that just a year ago would have made him laugh at the person who even suggested it and then some. But, things had happened in such a short time, even before Severus had come back, right before, when he knew the real Snape in a way that he never did, saw what he did for his mother, for Lily. Were these new feelings, the sparks when they touched, the thoughts together, were they a sign of something new, or was this how anyone felt when they knew that they were in love?
He looks back into the older man's eyes, and nods. He would take whatever would come, however it would come, and hope that he could still have this man afterwards.
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The first finger slides in with a little resistance. It felt weird, a building pressure, and it was on the side of just hurting, but not quite. It burned as it went further in, and he sees Severus mutter something under his breath, the finger was removed for a moment as he sees Severus conjure a potion from nowhere (his potions stores maybe) open it up, sniffing it (to see if it was still good?), and puts some onto his hand.
He looks at Harry, and for a moment Harry could see a touch of vulnerability in those eyes, but only for a moment, and it was quickly gone. "Are you still sure you want this?" he asks. "If you're having any doubts—" Harry quickly kisses the man, letting his lips give him the answer, and feels the man's shoulders ease up, apparently having expected the worse. Of course it was not like the man had any sort of track record for a complete sort of happiness, not that Harry knew. Though he would now. The finger goes in once again, but this time meets with little to no resistance. Whatever was in the potion worked like a charm; and Harry could feel his body relaxing, getting used to the strange intrusion, which intensifies, but still doesn't hurt, when another finger gets added. He supposed that come didn't work so well for this sort of thing, and that made him blush a little more, but he keeps it firmly down.
"I—" He forgets what he was going to say when the fingers brush up against something, causing his body to jerk and for him to moan in pleasure. "W-Won't any-anybody hear?"
The former professor shakes his head, and looks down at Harry, with his own cheeks suffused with red, while the eyes were hot. "Wards remember?" Severus muttered, and then Harry remembered. He glances at Harry. "Do you think you can take another?" Well, he rather hoped so, if he couldn't then things would be shot all to hell and back, but he nods all the same. And a third finger moves its way inside. It felt full, and he starts to move as his body stretches out a little, those fingers hitting that spot again and again. He gasps, knowing that he would be coming and soon if Severus kept it up this way, and he didn't want to come like this, he wanted the man as close as possible. "Enough," he gasps. Severus looks at him, his pale body gleaming in the light. "I-I want you to…" Be inside. He couldn't quite get the words out, but he thought that Severus heard him, if the blazing look in the man's eyes were any indication.
The fingers were cautiously removed, and he hears the hitch in the man's breath as he applied some of the potion to his cock, which made Harry's own erection twitch. He scoots against the large pillows as the man moves himself between Harry's thighs; he looked quite beautiful to Harry in that moment. He knew that the man was not exactly the cover for Witch Weekly for most people, but in that moment he knew unequivocally that he really did love this man, the man who was looking at him with those eyes, and that expression. The man who had risked himself time and again for Harry, to protect him, to protect those he loved, who had put himself in a undesirable position to help Harry defeat an insane man who had been so afraid to die. This man who…
He pushes himself into Harry slowly, and Harry couldn't help but moan at the picture, at the look in the man's eyes, as if he was truly the only thing in this world for him. He knew that in this moment, that Severus Snape was the only thing in this world for him, oh yes, he did. It was slow paced for a few moments, letting Harry adjust to the larger, and longer, intrusion. He felt his body relax, and it felt rather good, more than he had expected. He feels the tension in the man, who was holding back, his arms jerk.
They both gasp as he moves himself completely inside. Sparks fly, literally and metaphorically. A blue light, not unlike the light that Severus had said he had seen after awakening from his death wraps around them, and Severus looks at him, disbelief in his eyes, he shudders and gasps as he thrusts inside Harry harder this time, his eyes looked crazed, and Harry could do nothing but moan and move beneath him—in the beginning, that is. The light continues to move around them, and it felt like Harry's very soul was being touched by the man's. "What—"
"Debeo Pro Vita" started Severus. To be bound for life. "Harry, I cannot ask you of this, but I cannot stop and I do not want t—"
"Debeo Pro Vita" gasped Harry, the thrusting never ceasing. He could no more stop than Severus, it felt like that overwhelming feeling again, but like this time it had a purpose…what it had been waiting for. Bonding.
"Mi Numerus Diligo." My total love. The thrusting continued on stronger, making the bed move a little, their skin touching one another, heat, pleasure, it was overwhelming.
"Mi Numerus Diligo," Harry repeated. He could feel the man's balls push against him as they moved, Harry's weeping erection between them, rubbing against the man's stomach, making him whimper and the man groan.
"Ligo nostrum animus."
"Ligo nostrum animus." Tie our souls.
It was as if the words were coming of their own accords, Harry could feel it building, building, just as much as he could feel the pleasure building, knowing it would be soon that he would just come apart.
"Advenio adultus."
"Advenio adultus." Come of age.
"Redimio pectus pectoris quod animus ut unus." Bind heart and soul as one.
"Redimio pectus pectoris quod animus ut unus." Bind heart and soul as one.
It was at a fever pitch, and Harry couldn't help crying out at the pleasure that his body, and his very soul, his essence also felt. The thrusting was going so fast, and so hard, that it probably should have hurt but didn't. The sight of Severus thrusting in and out of him was making his head spin, and he moans. He grabs onto the man's side with one hand, and starts to grab his erection with the other, but Severus takes it away and moves his own over it, the hot look in his eyes still so strong. Severus' own breath was strained, and coming out in ragged gasps.
"Ligo nostrum animus, redimio pectus pectoris quod animus ut unus!" Tie our souls, bind heart and soul as one!
The light flashes, and they both cry out once more as Severus thrusts in one final time, his hand stilling over Harry's cock as they both come. Harry didn't think he would ever stop coming, and the feeling felt so strong, inside, out and everything in-between. He looks into the man's eyes which seemed to burn with an inner fire so strong that Harry didn't know how they two did not burn. He could see the memories of the man flashing before him, felt those feelings as they came, and felt tears going down his cheeks, even as they both kept coming. He sees the tears fall down the older man's cheeks as well, and knew, knew, that he was seeing, feeling Harry's own memories.
Their lips connect as their bodies start to finally still from the spasms of pleasure, the aftershocks not quite so strong, but the feelings between them were strong, stronger, than ever. He knew now without a doubt that it really was love that Severus was feeling for him, and knew his own heart and soul now, that he too was in love. After another few moments the light around them dims down and seems to seep into their very skins. Severus moves out from him, causing Harry to gasp once more, and him to look at him sharply, the fire in his eyes having dimmed down.
"Are you alright?" he asks Harry, his voice sounding raspy and quite tired. Harry nods as much as he was able to, and feels a kind of barrier move in-between their minds, and essences. To protect us from getting too involved with one another. Bonded people have been known to go mad from not putting up some kind of resistance so they could exist in the world. We…we can still talk to one another, however, and share whatever we like, feelings can be sensed if you don't shield hard enough…
So we're…bonded? Is…is that what we did?
Severus moves a finger against Harry's lips, before moving to take a quick kiss.
"Yes, but…it's not that we did it exactly." He said, sounding rather quiet and a tad confused. "A bonding like this…it hasn't been heard of for over one thousand years, not since the Founders time. It was rumored that something happened then, and a pair of them had bonded but…" He looked at Harry, and seemed a bit sad, not what Harry wanted to see after something like what they shared, but after seeing and feeling Severus' memories and emotions…it was no wonder…
"There are bonding ceremonies, but none as thorough of the mind and soul as…as what we just went through. Harry." He said, looking as solemn as Harry could ever remember. "I…you know how…how I feel, but I did not want this. For you." He adds hastily at Harry's look. "I did not want to force you into anything you did not wish, I did not know about the Bonding, or that it could happen, but…as much as I have been wanting you, I did not, do not, want you to have to be tied down to a ugly, old man like me." And as much as the man tried to shield, and he did it well, one emotion came clear to Harry in that moment; he was afraid. He was afraid of being rejected, afraid that he had put his love in the wrong place again, only for it to slip out from under him and crush him.
Harry wraps his arms around him, feeling the stickiness but not particularly caring in that moment. He moves himself against Severus' chest and hears the heart beating so quickly, hoping that Severus could feel the love that he felt for him. Quick, true, but it was something that he wanted, and wanted to give to the man. If anyone deserved a measure of true happiness then it was the man he was holding so tightly onto.
I love you.
The older man makes a sound deep in his throat, and holds onto Harry tighter. Harry closes his eyes, wondering if they could get clean and he could lie down with Severus and let him know that he was loved. He felt surprise as he feels a tingling feeling, and opens his eyes to see the mess literally disappear before their eyes, and sees Severus look with the same amount of surprise as he. He looks at Severus.
"What I want is you, Severus. You. I don't think you're ugly or old, I don't." he adds at Severus uncertain look. "All I've ever wanted in my life is…is a family. Someone who could love me, see past all of this 'Chosen One' stuff, past what had happened to me, what has happened, see me as I am, and love me for it…and…I…I felt you feel that way. You are the person I've been waiting for." Severus shakes his head a little, and holds onto him tight for a moment before letting him go, and it wasn't until he was sure that Harry was comfortable under the cover that he put them under, and holds onto him, that he speaks; "You are…what I had thought her to be. But, you are more than that aren't you?" Harry nods, and Severus leans in and kisses him, his black eyes gleaming. And all of a sudden he smirks, and it made Harry's stomach do its flips while he looked, and now he knew why it did that.
"You just had to top what you have already done, haven't you, Potter?" he smirks at Harry. "Killing the Dark Lord wasn't big enough I suppose?"
"I—" He gets muffled by a kiss and couldn't feel any happier.
Even though I know it wasn't because of you, OR me. Someone must either hate me, or love you. Or the opposite.
Someone has a twisted sense of humor? Something like that?
"Mm, yes." Severus said, running his tongue around Harry's lips, and looked quite happy at Harry's shudder. "We'll just have to find out whom…later."
Harry quite agreed, and kissed back just as the clock goes off a bit loudly over on the wall. It was now midnight. Seven days had passed since Severus Snape had made his miraculous return to the living, what on Earth could possibly happen next? Harry wondered, but thought that those thoughts could wait…
He had to keep occupied didn't he? And he had to figure out just what he was going to tell his friends…
He moans into Severus' mouth, and pulls him closer.
Later.
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12:00 Day Seven
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A/N: In case you are wondering, the Bond had already started to develop…because of certain things… and the ceremony that they did just completed it.
A/N 2: Well! That chapter was quite hard to write! No (not much anyway) pun intended. I finally got to another part of the plot! Blue light anyone? Ron, Hermione's and everyone's reactions are sure to be interesting, I don't know, as I'm writing this part at the end, I haven't started with chapter 8 yet. I have an outline of what I'm going to do, but most everything is right on the top of my head. The Bonding between them was planned, although I must thank Lillyseyes story Critical Choices for giving me the necessary Latin that I needed. I love her story! She is one of my top 5-fave fanfic writers because of that story; it was post-HBP Snarry, which I had been looking for right after the HBP book came out.
Anyway, I hope you look forward to chapter 8, keep reading and reviewing! I'm also wondering just what a Beta does, and if anyone is interested… also, if anyone can draw let me know. I've wanted to do a Snarry collaboration with someone, hell; I'd like to do a Snarry collaboration even if its just involving fic! Email me, and/or let me know in reviews!