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Title: The Ties That Bind
Authours Note: And for those of you who have been patiently waiting for Top!Harry, Bottom!Sev, this chap is for you. 29 chapters in…. lol
Authours Note 2: AkitaSagaraAlanya- I expect a huge platter of cookies and my head to remain attached to my shoulders, lol. And Faerie Princess Of Doom, I did mean fowl, as a pun, XD. And 'Rebecca', if you're going to flame my FanFictions, as in- stories that would never, ever happen in real life- please be polite enough to sign in so I can address your issues with me privately. And getaiyou, there will be more drama, and there is a lot left to wrap up. There will be many, many more chapters. And, fresh42jazz, you are more wonderful than you know, with that review. *HUGS* THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
Summary/ Warning: Dom/ Sub, HGRW, PPBZ, RLSB, NLDM, TNSB, NMLM, LVBL …and of course HPSS.
Chapter 29: Mending the Hurts
:Parseltongue:
"Conversational thoughts"
Private thoughts, shared memories
Harry felt his body tremble as he clung to Severus, gripping the older man as close as he possibly could. There was a large part of his soul that knew this was a trick, that knew Severus wasn't really here. But he clung to this waking dream as he never had before; the arms were too real, the faint scent of ink was too delicate, the soft hair tickling his ear was too familiar for him to do anything else. Soon he began to realize though, that this was real; Severus was actually here, and that he was actually held in his mate's arms.
Harry reared back after a moment, needing to stare into those obsidian eyes, those eyes that found and held his like a lifeline. Something was rising in him, something that choked his throat and squeezed his heart. His eyes fell shut after a mere glance, the emotions too powerful to sustain the contact. Severus felt his heart constrict at the sight, and wrapped his arms even tighter around the fragile brunette still shaking in his arms.
Harry clutched Severus closer in response, securing the Potions Master in a grip he would never- could never- escape. For long moments they just held each other, reveling in the closeness of their bodies, ignoring the recent past in favor of the here and now. Soon enough, though, Severus raised his head, removing his face from the warm crook of Harry's neck. He reached up with a gentle, cautious hand, touching Harry's chin softly.
Harry leaned into the touch immediately, and Severus could feel his heart shatter at the action proclaiming the unthinking trust portrayed, even after what he had put the boy through. And he knew- now- that what had happened to Harry was his fault. He didn't know the particulars, or the why's and how's, but he did know he was to blame. And he would fix it, he swore to Merlin, Morgana and Maeve, or he would never be able to respect himself again.
Harry leaned into the large hand, turning his face and nudging until Severus' warm palm cupped his cheek. He sighed in contentment as his mates thumb gently caressed his lips, the rough pad against the soft skin... a balm for his torn sanity. Severus resettled their bodies until they were more comfortably placed, with Harry straddling the older man's lap. Harry huddled into his chest, craving the comfort of feeling his mate.
Severus stared at Harry, memorizing the teen's expression and drawing his thumb over the smooth skin of his mate's face. Harry melted into the touch, eyes sliding shut with the absolute bliss of the contact. For an indefinite period of time, where everything else ceased to exist, they didn't move.
Hermione sighed as six sets of incredulous eyes pinned her to the wall. They were all cramped inside Draco and Neville's room, as it had been the nearest and Hermione didn't feel like making Harry and Snape wait any longer. But she slightly regretted that decision now, when faced with these curious, and slightly fascinated, eyes.
"What?" she asked flatly, ignoring Neville and Draco for the moment as they set about expanding their room to fit the 10 people. She'd already cast a Silencing Spell over the room, so at least they wouldn't disturb the reunited pair. Not surprisingly, Seamus spoke first.
"Hermione? Is that who I think it is?" The stuttered question almost brought a smile to the brunette's face, but she quickly sobered. The Irishman was looking disturbingly like someone whose favorite toy had been taken away, and she really wanted to know why.
"Yes. Does it bother you that much?"
Seamus actually took the time to think before he answered; an unheard of occurrence. Biting his lip, he leaned against Dean and replied slowly, "Yes, but I'll try not to let it. I'm sure I'll get used to it…" he trailed off, and smiled uncertainly up at Dean as his mate wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I guess I'll just miss being able to make fun of the Greasy Bat."
Hermione let herself chuckle at that one; of course Seamus would be annoyed that he would no longer be able to torment Snape- and nodded. "Thank you."
She turned to face the rest of the room, wondering what the others were thinking. Susan's wide eyes told the entire tale, and one glance at Theo confirmed that he was also in shock. Pansy, however, was looking vindicated, while Blaise merely looked torn between shock and embarrassment. Hermione shook her head. Of course the Slytherin would be embarrassed by the actions of his Head of House, Slytherin's valued nothing so much as keeping a cool head on their shoulders.
Pansy waited until Hermione looked her way again, and just shrugged her shoulders. Surprisingly, Hermione understood the gesture and turned away to hide a laugh. The Slytherin's nonchalant attitude was exactly what was needed right now. Her attention landed on Ron, and after a moment the red-head glanced up and gave her a tight smile. Hermione smiled gently back as she listened in on his thoughts, understanding his confused emotions.
The silence stretched, each person wondering on their own what was happening in the next room. But no one felt the need to check, and Hermione certainly wasn't about to entertain the idea in any event. So they sat there for long minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Pansy glanced up and surveyed the room slowly, her dark eyes taking in every nuance of the various emotions.
"Well, we'll all be able to keep this to ourselves, won't we?" Her suggestion, well more of an order, really, startled the others, but after a moment they all agreed. After all, Harry had dutifully kept secrets for them, so why couldn't they return the favour, even as slightly disturbing as the match was? No one even thought about the possibility that another would tell on the pair, by this point trust (at least on this subject) was ingrained in them.
Hermione nodded, satisfied, and turned with a smile to Ron. "Want to play some chess?" she asked with a grin, chuckling as her mate perked up. Nothing like a game of chess to cheer up the youngest Weasley male, and at her example the others slowly began to move around, Pansy and Blaise conjuring a deck of exploding snap. The ten students began to relax, gradually forgetting about the two men in their living room.
But every now and again Hermione would glance towards the door in question, wondering what was happening.
Harry gasped as Severus moved, clinging to the older man as he was lifted and resettled in his mate's arms. Severus cradled his precious burden close to his chest, the fear of dropping the teen more alive than it should have been. But his natural grace came alive for the first time in a week, and he found that maneuvering through the cluttered Common Room was no harder than it should have been. With a muttered "Alohomora", the door swung open silently, allowing Severus and his quiet burden to enter.
Harry allowed his body to be manhandled, content to stick his nose in his mate's hair and take comfort from the familiar smell. He absently played with Severus' hair, taking note of the silkiness and the smoothness he had missed so much over the past week. He knew he had lost some of his sanity in the past few days, but nothing seemed to matter so much as the feel of his mate's body holding him close, placing him on the bed, being held in his arms.
Severus released Harry slowly, halting for a moment at the sight of suddenly wild eyes, but removing his forearm from Harry's iron grip as gently as he could. The teen stared at him, not understanding the separation, but Severus squashed the urge to embrace the teen, and knelt at the Gryffindor's feet.
Harry stared at him, confused, but Severus refused to let himself be swayed by those begging emerald eyes. They almost physically drew him back into Harry's arms, but he managed to resist. He placed one hand on each of Harry's knees, and situated himself so that he was standing on his knees, staring up at Harry from between his legs.
The Potions Master swallowed, then spoke.
"I have behaved unforgivably, Harry." He paused for a moment, the words sticking in his throat, but he knew he had to say them. "I had no reason to treat you as I did, and certainly no reason to overreact as much as I did. There was no conceivable reason for me to act that way, no reason at all when you were just following your instincts. I knew you were following your instincts, you told me yourself." He looked up at Harry, every bone in his body begging him to break down and cry for forgiveness but his pride not allowing it, and continued. "You know it is not easy for me to be here- I have revealed our relationship to everyone as we did not want to- but I can only ask you- beg you- to forgive me. Please, Harry, please."
Severus finished, and sank onto his heels, his adrenaline rush draining away with his last words. It was all up to Harry now, no matter how much he wanted the outcome to be favorable. Harry's hand on his chin startled him from his thoughts, and he glanced up, slightly scared of what he might see.
The teen stared down at him for a moment, and Severus felt as though he were being judged, and found wanting. But Harry's thumb was caressing his jaw, and Harry's free hand had found one of his own, and Harry's lips were moving.
"Of course, Severus. Of course. You are mine. Mine, mine, mine…" Harry bent so that his lips were level with his mate's, and he moved forward, so slowly. When their lips finally touched, Severus almost cried. He leaned his face up towards Harry, silently begging for more, and Harry obliged. Their lips met and parted, barely touching as Harry whispered half-heard words.
"…mine…mine..."
Severus half-moaned, half-sobbed at the possessive words, clenching Harry's hand in his as tightly as he could. Harry returned the gesture, his grip tightening on Severus' chin. Neither noticed, or cared. Severus rose back up to his knees, and sidled even further between Harry's legs, doing anything to get closer to his mate. Harry allowed the motion, encouraged it even, by freeing his hand and wrapping it around Severus' waist, dragging the man closer.
Severus went willingly, moaning deep in his throat at the feel of that tight, hot body pressed against his own. Harry kept the kisses as light, quick pecks, every so often trapping a lip between his teeth and tugging on it. He knew Severus was going insane from the soft kisses, but he didn't care. This was what he needed- this confirmation of his mate's presence. He began to spread the kisses, making a path from those delectable lips to the sharp cheekbone, the long nose, and the elegant throat. Severus whimpered beneath the gentle touches, gripping Harry wherever he could and holding on.
Harry slid a hand into the Potions Master's hair, using his grip to tilt his mate's head back, allowing him access to the long, pale column. He lavished kisses on it, gently nipping the prominent vein and licking long, hot strips up the sides in apology. Severus broke down under the assault, just taking whatever Harry was willing to give him. It was no more than he deserved, in his mind.
Harry kept exploring the familiar territory, unconsciously whispering "mine" over and over again as he went. Severus heard the possession in his mate's voice, and whimpered as his body reacted to it. Harry pulled away sharply, and started at his mate, panting. Severus was flushed, his eyes brilliant with need and uncertainty. He was panting from Harry's ministrations, flushed from Harry's kisses, needy and wanting from Harry and Harry only. And that was the only thing the Gryffindor needed to see.
With a low growl, the teen grabbed Severus' robes and pulled him towards the bed, unconscious of his strength as the beast that lived inside of him rose up and took control. He never knew that his eyes began to glow red, or that Severus saw and gasped. But he needed the teen too much to care, and so long as his mate was still in control he would take whatever he could get.
Harry pressed Severus into the bed, beginning the process of removing his mate's clothing. Severus helped as much as he could before Harry pushed his hands away impatiently, sitting back in frustration and snarling at the offending garments. With a sharp gesture, the strict black robes disappeared, and Severus gasped at the sudden chill.
Harry noticed, and ran his warm- burning hot- hands up and down his mate's ribs. Severus arched at the sensation, all thoughts of being cold dissipating in the onslaught of sensation. Harry stared down in wonder as his hands moved, eyes feasting on the pale skin spread before him. He moaned, and leaned down to press an openmouthed kiss to Severus' chest. The taste nearly undid him, and he licked and suckled the snowy skin in a sudden frenzy, desperately needing more and more of his mate.
Severus merely submitted, all thoughts of perhaps returning the favour smothered by Harry's teeth grazing his nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He shivered in lust as Harry's eerie ruby eyes pinned him to the bed as the teen moved his way down his mate's body. Ruby eyes held brilliant onyx ones as thighs were tasted and nipped, bones licked and nuzzled, knees spread and kissed. Harry settled himself between Severus' knees, rubbing his cheek along the inside of the older man's thigh, eyes closed as he bathed in the man's scent.
Severus couldn't watch as Harry sidled up to where he most needed the teen, eyes glued to the ceiling as warm breath flowed over his head. He couldn't move, paralyzed by lust and need and a soul-deep inability to even think about stopping the Gryffindor. The first flick of that inquisitive tongue against his most sensitive area made his breath stop, and he sobbed in a gasp as Harry kitten-licked his way around the shaft, the short, light touches not near enough to satisfy the man. He squirmed under his mate's touches, trying to raise his hips to Harry's notice, but the teen would have none of it.
He pinned Severus in place, determined to take his time with this. He needed to take his time with this. It was only when Severus was actually crying and begging and pulling on his hair for release that Harry obliged his mate, taking the whole length into his throat with no more fuss. Severus gasped in shock, and jerked on Harry's hair, and began to thrust into the willing throat, whimpering and whispering inanity as Harry swallowed around him and purred along his length. Severus sucked in a breath at the feel of the vibrations coming from his mate's throat, and tensed.
Harry pumped his head up and down, encouraging Severus as much as he could, and was rewarded a few moments later with a choked off shout, and a warm flood down his throat. Harry swallowed greedily, bobbing his head a few times to make sure he hadn't been cheated before reluctantly letting go of his mate and sliding up the bed to view his handy-work. Severus was a puddle of satisfied Slytherin, and Harry smirked warmly at his success. He dragged Severus close to him, curling around the older man, content to wait for Severus to recover.
The Head of Slytherin glanced up at Harry with half-lidded eyes, and reached a hand up to caress the teens face. Harry clasped the hand with his own, pressing it closer to him, smiling down at his mate. Severus twisted his hand and entwined their fingers, bringing them down to his level. He pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's knuckles, rubbing the area with his thumb after the fact. Severus tucked their joined hands under his chin, and stared back up at Harry.
The Gryffindor watched his mate with calm ruby eyes, using his free hand to smooth Severus' hair away from his face. For a long, long while, they were content to merely lay there, together.
Maybe half an hour had passed before either man moved. Harry sat up slowly, unwilling but needing to separate himself from his mate. Severus just watched, onyx eyes showing his trust in Harry as the teen moved to kneel between his legs. The older man felt a tingling begin in the bottom of his stomach, traveling all the way up his body and out to his fingertips and toes.
Severus knew what was going to happen- it had needed to happen before all this and neither of them had let it. But now it would not be stopped, and neither of them wanted it to. It seemed almost as if Severus was watching this from above, but feeling all of the emotions as they happened.
Harry's fingers were gentle against the untouched skin, and Severus felt his body shiver as the slight touches grew more and more proprietary. Soon Harry was exploring determinedly, delighting in his mates moans and whimpers of appreciation. Severus gasped, and arched his back as fingers touched him where no one had touched him before- but for Harry and even him only the one time.
A single finger slid inside of his body, and Severus bit his lip at the strange, awkward sensation. He rolled his hips nervously, and Harry responded by gently beginning to slide the finger in and out in long, smooth motions. As Severus' breath grew short from the strangeness of the feelings, Harry managed to add another finger, increasing the already intense sensations. Severus moaned deep in the back of his throat, begging Harry wordlessly for something more.
And Harry, needless to say, obeyed.
The fingers scissored, and twisted, and stretched Severus, making room for a third and final finger. Harry rolled his wrist as he maneuvered the digits, and Severus' eyes rolled around his head before the older man began to beg the teen.
"… Harry- please. Please- just… do something…" Harry chuckled at the needy words, and withdrew his fingers. Severus frowned at the loss, but something infinitely better began to press against his perfect opening, and he gasped, tensing. Harry didn't stop, however, gritting his teeth at the feel of the hot, tight sheath that began to surround him. Severus' breath hitched in his throat as the teen pressed further and further in, the beast that lived inside of him not allowing him to stop now that he was finally claiming what was his.
Severus' hands turned into claws on Harry's arms, digging into the skin as the barely tolerable pain began to grow. But he bit his lip and squirmed under his mate, still trying to get as close as he could. With a final jerk of his hips, Harry was in place. Severus ran his hands up and down the Gryffindor's ribs and back and chest to distract his mind from the pain- the pain that was clawing its way up and down his spine and spreading through his backside.
Harry knew his mate was in pain, knew it and disregarded it without a thought. Leaning forward and bending his neck until his forehead touched his Sub's, he pressed their lips together. Animal instinct was driving him now, and he marveled that he had never known what to do before- or wanted to do this before now. Severus' lips tasted like dark satin, rubbing against his in ecstasy as the man responded.
Severus frowned as the teen bent forward, hiding his pain behind the expression. But Harry's ruby eyes didn't seem to see, and as his mate leaned to kiss him he briefly thought about turning away. This hurt. But those lips- those wonderful, magical lips- the pain vanished like it had never existed. Pure, uninhibited joy filled Severus, making him moan and press closer to his Gryffindor. The kiss was bliss- straight, rare perfection, and Severus barely saw the tears sparkling on the ends of his lashes.
Merlin knew this was what he had been missing for his entire life.
Harry wove his mind inside Severus', finding the deepest secrets and most hidden pains and unlocking them. He took the fears and insecurities and threw them to the side, uncaring. He was finally doing this- what he should have done long ago. The beast that drove him now cursed him for letting his mate live like this for so long, but Harry tuned its voice out. He knew he had been wrong, just as he knew he was doing the right thing right now.
He sealed his mind to Severus', tying them together for infinity. There was nowhere inside of his mate that did not belong to him now, nowhere for anyone to take control of Severus' thoughts or emotions. He was Binding Severus to himself forever, and damn the consequences.
When Harry finished, he pulled back from his mate's intoxicating lips and surveyed his handiwork, both mental and physical. Severus' body was twisting in bliss, his mind tied up in rapture. Harry had yet to do anything- he was still inside the hottest and tightest place he had ever thought existed- but the kiss (and all that had come with it) were almost enough. He smiled.
Severus gasped as Harry began to move inside of him, eyes widening at the strange, erotic feeling. His back arched as Harry slammed back inside, a whimper escaping his throat as Harry's sharp teeth found his neck and bit. The teen widened his jaw as he began rhythmically moving inside his Sub, and as Severus writhed beneath him he began to mark the skin.
Licking, sucking, nipping, biting- all while driving Severus insane with his body. The Slytherin couldn't think- could barely breathe- and as Harry's hands lifted his hips and thrust in at a new angle he wasn't sure anything else existed. There was nothing in his mind other than the rhythm Harry had set, faster and faster, the teeth at his neck, and the burning need to come. Harry neglected his mates cock on purpose; knowing the urge to help his orgasm would be extreme. But he ordered his mate not to touch it, and went on.
Harry reached out and dug his hand under Severus' head, feeling the sweat and delighting that he had caused it. He brought Severus forward until he was sitting slightly up, and let go, leaning back and resuming his motions. He watched his mate's face as the new position brought Severus new explosive sensations, and stared.
Severus had never looked so beautiful to Harry, hands propping him up, naked and keening his need for more, covered in Harry's claim, drenched in sweat and breathing so hard he should be hyperventilating. His angry red cock stood proud, demanding attention, and Harry fought to ignore it for now. His plans did not include indulging himself at the moment. He pounded into the more than willing body, getting the steadiest position possible before increasing his thrusts. Severus' body jerked in response, muscles rippling in shock.
Harry gripped both of Severus' hips with an iron grasp, and dragged the man more firmly onto him. Both men gasped as Harry managed to go deeper and deeper, sweat-slicked bodies undulating as their ecstasy began to rise. Harry blew his hair out of his face, mouth dry as he watched his mate, panting with the effort to bring the man more and more and more.
Severus wrenched his eyes open with a massive amount of will power, and stared into the vibrant emerald eyes that narrowed and frowned in concentration. A bright red tongue poked out of bruised ruby lips, and the teen's entire tanned body was taut as a bowstring as he pounded in and out of the Slytherin's body. The sight was almost too much to handle for the man, and he shut his eyes and gave himself back to the sensations that were flooding and filling and ready to explode his body.
Harry felt his mate's body stiffen, and reacted. He knew what was coming, and as Severus' body got ready to explode he smashed their lips together and grabbed hold of his mate's long-ignored cock. Severus' cry was cut off by their lips, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as his body spasmed and shook. Harry's breath quickened as Severus shuddered around him, squeezing his deeply- buried cock and forcing the teens own orgasm to come early.
He cried out against his mate's lips, both exclamations merging as his cock exploded inside of Severus. Both men shuddered as pulse after pulse came from their bodies, Harry wrapping his weak arms around Severus mindlessly muttering "…Mine. Mine, mine, mine…" against the older man's lips. It was a long time before they lay quiet once more, their breath gradually slowing.
Severus sucked much-needed air into his lungs, heaving for breath as the overwhelming ecstasy slowly left his body. Harry was a warm, comforting weight on top of him, their bodies still connected. Severus' legs had fallen to the side as he lost the will to hold them up, and Harry was framed between them. The teen moved his head at the motion, his hair tickling Severus' suddenly sensitive chest from where it lay. Severus wondered at the blissful expression, and combed his fingers through the damp hair.
Harry purred, and stretched, and unwillingly disengaged himself from Severus. He wrapped his body around the older mans, trapping the Potions Master where he lay, and buried his face in Severus' neck. Kissing the tender area that he had Marked, Harry whispered, "mine," once last time.
Severus felt the air on his neck, and heard the word, and couldn't control the shiver that raced through his relaxed body. 'Mine', Harry had said. 'Mine.' He couldn't belong to anyone else now, and that pleased him.
"Yours," he thought, and couldn't help the smile that came onto his face as Harry responded to his thoughts for the first time in a week.
"Yes. MINE."
Yes, so this is the very delayed next chapter of my ficcy. Please tell me what you think and I'm going to
Ta!
Netrixie
P.S.: Yea, so longer A/N in the next chap. I'm on a bit of a time constraint, sorry. Love you guys!
