Thanks for the awesome reviews! Yes... I left you all hanging on purpose.
Before we dive into this chapter, I want my readers to pause and think. The tension has been building for two years. Harry gets closer and closer to his full inheritance with every day. He is going through dealing with Umbridge, being away from his mate, and a million other things. But don't forget: He still has another year before he comes into his inheirtance. He still can't be seen around Snape, and that may do more damage than anything. Will Severus accept him as a mate, will he realize that maybe he needs to stop trying to protect Harry, and let Harry protect him? The tension between them is strong, palpable even, and something they need to overcome. Think on this a for a moment before diving into the next chapter.
Also... warriorofspaceandtime, would you check you PMs please? Thank you.
WARNING: SMUT AHEAD THIS STORY WAS RATED M FOR A REASON
Chapter Eight:
Snape read his student's thoughts with shock. He was drawn to Severus? He wanted to... dominate him? A shudder went through him straight to his groin. Suddenly, Harry realized Snape had seen the thoughts and pushed him out.
Snape stared at Harry unfathomably. Harry's face was a twisted mask of shame, want, anger, and hope. Snape walked forward, closing the distance between them.
"Do not come back until you are asked to return," he said coldly.
The hope in Harry's eyes died, and hurt replaced it. Did Severus not feel the draw? Wasn't he attracted to Harry? The rejection cut deep, and Harry had to take a moment to compose himself as he stepped away from Snape and grabbed his school bag. He paused with his hand reaching for the door handle.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, not fully understanding what he was even apologizing for.
"Go."
The word held force, and Harry felt his heart break a little at it. He flung the door open and started walking as calmly as he could manage down the corridor until he found an empty classroom.
Why did Severus push him away? Didn't he know they were bound by fate? Did Severus not feel the connection?
The last thought was scary, and Harry felt fresh tears slide down his cheeks. If he'd found his mate, but his mate didn't feel him, his life would be miserable for eternity.
Snape stared morosely at the door Harry had vanished through. He wanted to chase him, to tell Harry he was sorry, to ask Harry to command him. He wanted to be vulnerable to Harry.
Slowly, Severus moved to the door and put his hand on the door handle, where Harry had touched it. He pulled the door closed, and then walked back to his desk. Harry knowing about the bond was both a nightmare and a dream come true.
He sank into his chair unsteadily, resisting the urge of every fiber of his being to get up and go find his better half.
A choked cry left him.
"Harry."
As if he'd heard it, Harry let out his own broken sob.
"Severus," he wept, wishing he could go find him and be accepted.
Several, tear-filled minutes later, Harry managed to compose himself enough to be able to leave the classroom. He stumbled to the bathrooms on this floor, and took a shower. He avoided thoughts of Snape, for fear of how his body would react in the public wash.
But when he was alone, he didn't hesitate to wrap his hand around his hard cock and stroke himself.
Severus stood there, staring up at him. "I want this," he said softly, reaching for Harry's waist. "I want you."
Harry wanted to teach Severus, to show him that he could be gentle and still dominate him. But he'd held off for so many years. Incidents flashed through his mind of when he'd held back.
In third year when he found out Pettigrew was alive and Snape had caught him out of bed. He'd been so tempted to hold his hand in the hall that night. To explain that he hadn't known what the map would do, and tell him how trapped he felt with Black on the loose.
In fourth year when Severus had accused him of stealing ingredients for Polyjuice Potion, Harry had wanted to kiss Severus into silence to assure him he'd never stolen.
This year, alone in his office, with all those bloody occlumency lessons.
And now... here he was, so close to having what he wanted. He couldn't hold back.
He pressed his mouth to Severus' fiercely, claiming him. Snape moaned a little into Harry's mouth, and opened his lips more in invitation. Harry pushed his tongue into Severus's hot, wet cavity, and groaned. He pushed him against the wall, jerking Snape's hips closer to him. Severus whimpered a little, and Harry grinned in triumph. Suddenly he flipped Severus around and pulled his robes up around his waist. Oh fuck. He wasn't wearing underwear.
"Harry," Severus said. The sound of his voice was music to Harry's ears, and he groaned.
Harry came hard at the thought of Severus's naked arse presented for him, and the sound of his mate moaning his name. Panting, he fell asleep without cleaning himself up.
Severus was having trouble concentrating on the papers he was supposed to be grading; thoughts of Harry clouding his mind. Finally, he set his quill down with a sigh and let himself think about his mate.
His soul mate.
He had found his life partner.
But they couldn't be together.
Please, don't critize my horrible smut. I actually can do better, I just need practice. Hope you enjoyed!
