Disclaimer: All J.K.'s but I'm busy right now and I really have nothing incredibly witty to say.

Beta: Shadowfax999 and she was most amazing with the Dumbledunce in this chapter. You'll understand in a minute. XD

A/N: Below

Title: The Ties That Bind

Summary/ Warning: Dom/ Sub, HGRW, PPBZ, RLSB, LVBL …and of course HPSS.

Chapter 7: Breaking Trust

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"Conversational thoughts"

Private thoughts, memories

Subconscious Thoughts

The students walking past them were laden with purchases from Honeydukes and Zonko's, and Harry said, startled, "I'd completely forgotten that this was a Hogsmeade weekend." He didn't have to pretend to look longingly at the packages of candy as he walked past the sympathetic crowd, and he felt Severus tensing. The potions master frowned as he assumed Harry was implying that he'd rather have been in Hogsmeade than with him all weekend.

"Not that I really mind, though," he mused, "I like the way you taste more than any Bertie Botts ever sold." Severus breathed in sharply as Harry supplied him with a memory of the younger man kneeling at his feet, sucking him off. Harry's smile was feral as he felt the shudder go through his mate, reveling in the effect he had on the other man, and he whispered suggestively "Maybe we can go back to bed, now?"

Severus, recovering from the image, risked turning to look at the youth over his shoulder darkly. "No tricks, Potter," and he went back to leading the way to Dumbledore's office. Harry sighed quietly, and let go of the idea of being able to get out of this situation now.

At least Severus wasn't mad at him for his little ruse- he hoped, and checked his mate's mind swiftly, relieved beyond words that Severus was just aroused, not mad.

After a few more minutes of silence, they reached the entrance to the Headmasters office, and Severus said "Watermelon Warhead." The gargoyle stepped aside, whispering in a sing- song voice as they passed "The little student is in trouble."

Harry hissed :Go fuck yourself: to the statue, and stuck his tongue out at it. The gargoyle laughed, amused with the fact that the student could speak the Snakes Tongue, and that for once a student showed a little back bone as they were marched up the staircase he protected.

Dumbledore was seated at his desk when they entered, and looked up in surprise when he saw Harry. "I thought you needed to see me for personal reasons, Severus." Tuning to Harry, he added, "Not that it isn't a pleasure to see you, my boy, but it is somewhat unexpected." He went back to scrutinizing his Potions Master. "Now then, what seems to be the trouble with Mr. Potter, Severus?" clearly expecting Snape to start regaling him with stories of the boy's antics.

Severus sighed, and glanced at Harry, who shrugged and dropped the 'crap I'm in trouble' face and plopped down into a chair. Severus remained standing, his stoic face giving no indication of the turmoil wracking his lanky body, carefully kept his mind closed, and looked at Dumbledore. "He is my personal reason."

Albus placed the paper in his hands down carefully on his desk at Severus' statement. He looked from Harry, who was staring sullenly at him, to Severus, who was a bit paler than usual, and replied, "I'm afraid I do not understand the problem a hand Severus. Would you care to clarify this for me?"

Harry was glaring daggers at Dumbledore. He wanted to take Severus back to their rooms and screw him seven ways from Sunday. He desperately wanted him away from this self- serving old fool, but he pushed the instinctual urge away as he listened in on his mate's mind. What do you mean- what happened?… this is all your fault, you barmy old coot- and the deeper thought …not that I'm not grateful for it… and last and loudest What the hell should I say!?

"I believe you are familiar with the potion Subdo Revilio, Headmaster?" Snape's crisp voice cut through the suffocating tension that hung in the air.

Dumbledore looked from one to the other, his mind churning. Is Harry being controlled by Severus? That might not be the case, but really, why else would they come to me with this? Severus would not use the boy for dishonorable purposes, obviously, or he would not have come to you. Dumbledore shook himself out of his thoughts, and said, "This is most uncommon. How did it come about?"

Harry shook his head at Severus' reaction to the question- thoughts along the lines of well, really, you're the one who made it mandatory, you bloody wanker- and answered, "We made the potion in class on Friday. Professor Snape said that you made it mandatory for all seventh years." He waited for Dumbledore's answer, noting with relief that Severus had calmed down some.

Albus sighed. "Please tell me everything that happened, Harry."

Harry sighed, and spoke. "I made the potion, and I got it right because Hermione helped me, and I drank it. I looked down and saw my skin glowing, and looked around to see if anyone matched me, but they didn't. I was so preoccupied with that that I didn't realize the bell had rung, and I stayed behind to clean and I saw Professor Snape's skin glowing too. Then I ran away." He shifted in his chair, and continued.

"I went to the library and wrote the essay later, and I was sitting there with Hermione when my side started to hurt, but I ignored it and went to bed."

During the course of his narration, Harry had asked Severus what he should edit out. His reply was "Not much, but keep it clean. And don't go any further than my door." Harry sent back his agreement, and turned his entire attention back to the Headmaster.

"Later that night, I woke up because the pain was so bad, and I remembered from my essay that being near him would help, so I went to find him." Harry closed his summation of the events with a lifted shoulder while Albus stared at them in horror. His hope for the Wizarding World was being controlled by a Death Eater! He closed his eyes as he thought for a way around this. Harry could not be allowed to remain at the mercy of Severus Snape.

Opening his eyes, he regarded his Potions Master gravely. "This is a very serious situation, Severus. Until we find a way out of this, I am going to have you two separated. Severus, you need to make sure that Harry is protected, and you need to make sure that you do not misuse your power of persuasion." He continued, but Harry barely heard anything past separating them. His eyes clouded with rage as he gazed at the Headmaster. He felt the sudden surge of worry as Severus realized what was going on inside his mate, but ignored it.

Harry interrupted Dumbledore with a growled "No." The Headmaster stopped his lecture, and transferred his attention to his student.

His eyes widened as he glimpsed the unchecked fury boiling just beneath the surface, and he visibly steeled himself as he said, "'No', what, Harry? You need to be protected from the possibility of Severus mistreating his power. Surely you can understand that?" He didn't miss the way his spy's shoulders had tightened every time Albus had suggested he was a threat to Potter, and he didn't understand why- the man was a spy, and he certainly didn't know why Harry wasn't listening. Surely the boy would not want to be trapped into a relationship with his most hated Professor? Is Severus controlling Harry now? Is that why he's fighting me on this?

His understanding of the situation changed radically a moment later as Harry bit out the words "What makes you think I'm the Sub?"

Albus froze as the meaning of the boys words hit him. "I beg your pardon?"

He added, "Surely you… you must have… you must have mistaken something?" But silence met his stuttered words. "The boy does not have the power to be the Dominant in the relationship. Does he?" No one answered. "Severus?"

The potions master leveled his gaze at his Headmaster, and slowly spoke, "We came to tell you because we thought that you would understand the bond, and be able to help us through this time. I insisted that you know because I believed that you would be able to set aside your natural reaction and old prejudices and place your trust in us. I see now that we- no- I was wrong."

Albus watched as Severus turned to Harry, and placed a hand on the younger mans shoulder. Harry didn't take his eyes away from Dumbledore, but relaxed a small bit as Severus came near him. Albus pursed his lips as he thought of how horribly he had misjudged the situation. He needed to make this right.

"I am terribly sorry for the misunderstanding, my boy. If there is anything I can do, anything at all to restore your confidence in me, just name it. If it is in my power, I will do it."

Harry listened to his Headmasters words, noting that the man never apologized for his mistrust of Severus, and feeling the hurt that had taken residence near his mate's heart. He considered the offer, thinking that he could take it but still not trust the Wizard anymore. He would never trust Albus again, and certainly not when he could still feel the pain of the broken trust in Severus. He slowly cocked his head, and gave the Headmaster his answer.

"I want three things." He waited for Dumbledore to nod before continuing. "First, next Hogsmeade weekend I want to be allowed to go to Muggle London for the weekend. With Severus. Alone." As he had expected, Dumbledore started to protest, but Harry cut him off. "It is within your power. You have given your word. Would you go back on it?" Harry said, hoping that the Headmaster would give him what he wanted, if only to get Harry's trust back. The stunted nod was all the answer he got, but it was all he needed. He felt Severus' puzzlement in the back of his mind, but just said "I'll tell you later."

"Second, I want to be allowed to stay with Severus every Friday night, no exceptions." The feeling of gratefulness and relief from Severus was what Harry wanted, and loved that he got it. He expected Albus to put up a fight, but was pleasantly surprised at his weary nod. Harry really wanted this- a night were he could be alone with Severus and have no interruptions

"And what is the last thing, my boy?" Harry took it as a sign of victory that the old man was still referring to him as 'my boy'. He took a breath, and said, "I don't want anyone else to know unless Severus or I decide to tell them. And I want your Vow on that." Albus knew he had lost the battle as soon as he had agreed to the first request, so he pulled his wand out.

"I swear upon my magic and my wand that no word of this shall go past my lips or be written by my hand except to those who have been brought in by both Harry and Severus." He muttered "Vocal et Leglimensio Silencio." A blue light shot out of his wand and encased him from the neck up. When it dissipated, he looked at Harry, now reconciled to his silence on the subject. "I hope this proves my trustworthiness?" Harry nodded, a little stunned that the Headmaster had caved so quickly.

"Thank you."

Harry stood, and Dumbledore said, "Yes, go. I am sure that you do not want to stay here with me on the last day of the weekend." Harry and Severus walked out, and breathed a sigh of relief when the door shut behind them.

Harry's body was still tense as they descended the staircase, and he felt the need to take Severus slowly start to become overwhelming. His instinct was telling him you won, take him and remind him who protected him, do it now before he forgets the encounter, before he thinks you don't care.

His urge to ravish Severus consumed him as they walked. He compromised with saying "Severus, I don't want to alarm you, but I am probably going to go a little insane later." He smiled tightly as Severus' interest was piqued. "I am going to push you against the wall as soon as we get back to your rooms. I am going to rape your mouth, and coax every sound you can make into being. I will take off your cloak, and thrust my hips against you, and grind our dicks together. You are going to be screaming my name as you cum in your pants, and I'm going to go down on you and make you come again, and again, and again."

Severus listened as Harry listed his course of action, feeling his body responding to the mere words, and started walking faster, the need he felt for the boy overwhelming the pain he felt at the Headmaster's betrayal. They were only three corridors away when Hermione spotted them and came running over.

"Harry! Professor!" It was a good thing no one else was in that hallway, or they would have died of heart failure when they saw the twin looks of sheer sexual frustration gracing the features of the two men she had called.

Harry kept walking as his best friend jogged over to him, and managed to bite out "What?" He didn't care that Hermione was practically running to match his pace.

"Harry, slow down." She tugged on his sleeve, but gave up when he showed no indication of slowing. Snape hadn't even acknowledged her presence, he just kept to Harry's speed as if she wasn't there. Hermione huffed, but told them her news anyway. "Professor Dumbledore initiated the International Exchange! Six students from Durmstrang and six from Beaubaxtons! Twelve students are going to be asked to go, based on grade, and they'll be here right after Christmas Break! Isn't this cool?"

Harry stopped walking outside of the portrait of Ssselevesssa and her sword, and turned to Hermione. "Great. Wonderful. I'm not going to be doing that. I need to be alone with Severus right now. I'll see you tomorrow." Harry spoke as Ssselevesssa opened the door for Severus to enter before turning back to Hermione and starting to ask her something. But she forestalled his comment with a raised hand.

"I'm going to be here at five forty- five tomorrow with your school stuff and clothes. Be waiting or I'll leave it in the middle of the Slytherin Dormitories. Goodnight."

She turned and walked away, acknowledging his "Thanks!" with a wave of her hand.

Harry turned to Ssselevesssa and said :If she wants, you can let her in tomorrow while she waits. If you could send on of the other snakes to come get me when she's inside, that would be great.:

Ssselevesssa hissed her amusement. :Of course, Master. Now go inside. Your mate is waiting for you.: She smiled as a feral grin slid over the Speakers face and he slipped into the room, shutting the door softly behind him. Her Masters were well suited to each other.

He entered the room, and smiled in satisfaction as he saw a trail of discarded clothing heading towards the bedroom. Following the trail, he saw Severus just close the door and his eyes lit with anticipation as he reopened the door and slid inside, shutting it quietly.

He walked forward until he was right behind Severus and grabbed the half naked man's waist, pressing kisses to his neck, spine, and shoulders, relishing the shivers as Severus pressed against Harry.

Spinning his mate around, Harry smiled fiendishly and said "Now. Where were we?"

Severus shuddered when his mates darkened eyes took him in, and waited for the calm to break. It was not a long wait.

Harry took his light jacket off, and threw it behind him. He rolled up his sleeves, and advanced on his mate. Severus watched as Harry came near. Harry placed his hands on the other man's shoulders, and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. One hand slid up into black hair, and the other moved down to press hips against his.

Harry slowly started moving against Severus, and trailed small, soft kisses from his ear to his jaw, his jaw to his neck, his neck to his collarbone. Harry licked his mates smooth skin, pulling in enough to nip and suck, and releasing them only to come back to his neck again and again, intoxicated by the taste of his mate.

Every so often, Harry would return to kiss his lips, sucking the bottom lip in and nibbling on it. Severus' breath was shaky, and he went to put his arms around Harry, only to be pushed away and devoid of talented lips as Harry said, "No hands." Severus felt the compulsion to obey take hold, but he was in no shape to protest.

His hands fell away, and Harry continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. He caressed soft lips for a moment, then traced a path to Severus' ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it, then swirling his tongue around the shell. He adored the noises Severus was making, letting them sink into his body and encourage him.

He could feel his mate wanting to try and hold him closer, and he smiled. The less Severus could do, the stronger the sensation would be. He started moving a little faster, and felt Severus' erection grow against his. Harry pressed his mouth to eager lips and moved faster, stoking the fire growing in his mate. Severus pressed against him greedily, and took what contact he could as his hands refused to go near Harry.

Both of Harry's hands had fallen to Severus' hips, and he guided their movement, pulling Severus' erection ever harder against his own. Severus pulled out of the kiss with a gasp as Harry backed him up to a wall and spread his knees. His hard cock was suddenly pressed to a solid thigh, and he rutted against it as hard as he could, dropping his head to Harry's shoulder as intense sensations overtook his body. He heard Harry hissing, and the sounds made his blood burn and his breathing ragged, and suddenly Harry was in his head, hissing, and Severus could understand it.

:Harder, Sseverrusss, as hard as you can. Touch me-: and Severus' hands grabbed Harry's waist and added strength to their rutting- :use me, pull me closer to you, Sseverrusss, harder. Come for me, Sseverrusss, now!: Severus' eyes rolled back at the force of the orgasm that slammed through him. The force of it was such that he barely felt Harry shuddering even as close as they were pressed together. Severus felt his bones turning to liquid, and grabbed at Harry as his knees gave out.

Harry caught him around the waist and managed to redirect the fall so that they landed on the bed. He looked down at his mate in worry, and started reading the thoughts at the back of his mind to make sure he hadn't hurt Severus. When he actually listened, he sighed in relief.

What…?… Did he just…?… Oh, the possibilities… don't want to move… think I've just forgiven him for not letting me use my hands… Harry pulled out of the rapturous, ecstasy laden thoughts and smiled.

He waited until Severus opened eyes filled with satisfied bliss, and smiled as the younger man leaned over him. "That was amazing," he breathed, still feeling fissions of pleasure lacing through his body. Harry reached down to brush the hair off his face, and pressed a kiss to parted lips.

"Wanna give it another go?" he asked wickedly, and smirked when he felt Severus' immediate agreement.

"That's what I thought," he said and leaned down to crush his lips against the parted and willing ones of his mate. As he slid a hand down to stroke Severus' cock, he mentally agreed with his mate. Oh so many possibilities…

And here it is, folks! A little presant to make your Monday that much more enjoyable!

Ta!