Chapter Three
Harry smiled as he shifted on the bed and found a strong arm thrown over him, holding him close. It had been three days since he had woken, and he really didn't know what he would do without the other in his life.
They had spent the time together, talking and learning about each other, learning about their likes and dislikes, and learning about each other's pasts. He had told Salazar about his life at the Dursleys, how he had grown up, he had told him about how the school and Wizarding Britain had treated him and how it made him feel. Salazar in return had told him about his life growing up under a strict, authoritarian father who thought that beating Salazar was the best way to mould him into the person that he wanted him to be, and he told Harry about his Grandfather who had found out when Salazar was ten and had taken him off his Father and ensured that the man would never get his hands on him again.
He told Harry about meeting Godric, Helga and Rowena, and how their friendship had grown and grown, their desire to for somewhere safe for children to go to learn magic tying them together even stronger until they had finally started creating Hogwarts when Helga had asked 'why don't we just do it?' He told Harry stories about his friends and their lives together, he told him about the creation of Hogwarts and the magic, the spells and charms that they had poured into it.
The bond between them hummed, something that both of them could feel, and Salazar explained it was the promise of the relationship Rowena had prophecised for them, the bond seemed to wrap around Harry and felt as though it went right into his chest and wrapped around his heart as cheesy and cliched as that sounded, but he loved it, that lonely little boy who was still inside of him no longer felt cold and isolated, how could he when he had the warmth of Salazar and their relationship with him constantly?
He was falling in love with the other man, he knew it should be ridiculous, it had only been three days since he had awoken, five since he had released Salazar, but he was falling in love. How could he not when everything in him called to this man, his heart, his body, his soul, his magic, and how could he not when he knew that Salazar felt the same way?
He was intense and powerful, he was sweet when he wanted to be, but Harry knew that there was a spine of iron through him, he had seen that clearly when they had spoken about the hurts of both of their pasts. He made Harry feel special and cherished, and not for any other reason except for the fact that he was Harry, just Harry.
Salazar had also taught him Occulamency, enough that he was able to protect his mind with Salazar's help, though most of it was theoretical with his magic still building back up after realising Salazar from the portrait, Salazar had assured him that he was getting it and when he was able to put it into practice it would work for him. It was completely different to the way that Snape had taught him, not unexpectedly, and Salazar had been fuming when Harry had explained exactly how Snape had been 'teaching' him Occulamency. Salazar had also reassured and promised that he would help Harry reinforce his occulamency until he was able to fully raise his shields against Voldemort when he realised how scared he was of the bond between himself and Voldemort.
He thought also that Salazar strongly disliked that there was a bond between Voldemort and himself, that flash of possessiveness going through his sapphire eyes whenever he clearly thought about it. He thought that it could cause a few arguments between them in the future, but at the same time it made him feel cherished and protected, and it assured him of the older man's feelings for him. It also amused him just a little to see the great Salazar Slytherin huffing and puffing about it, in the end, Salazar had taken something that scared him and allowed him to have a good memory connected to something that was so terrifying.
The time was coming for them to face the public though, and as they had been tucked away in their own little world down in the Chamber, Harry really didn't want to leave it. Everything had seemed so far away while they were here, and the thought wouldn't leave his mind that as soon as they stepped out of the Chamber it would have all been a dream, and he would lose Salazar and have to go back to face the world alone.
"What is wrong?" Salazar's voice was slightly rough with sleep, but his arm tightened around Harry, pulling him back so he was fully pressed against his chest again, snuggling his nose into the back of Harry's neck.
"It is nothing," Harry shook his head lightly, closing his eyes and soaking up the feeling of being in Salazar's arms.
"It is something," Salazar argued and pressed a kiss to the side of Harry's throat before leaning over him so that he could see his face. "Tell me," he had a way of saying his orders that had Harry shivering and something pooling deep in his stomach, Salazar was dominant and he would demand things of Harry, making sure that Harry did as he wanted him to do, but on the times that Harry had said no, he respected that immediately.
"I feel as though, everything will go away when we leave, that you're going to just disappear," Harry sighed. Salazar turned his face from where he was pressing it into the pillow so that he could press their lips together, kissing Harry deeply.
"I am going nowhere. I waited a long time to have you in my arms, you are not going to be able to get rid of me as easily as walking out of here," Salazar promised.
"Will you…"Harry started to say before his face lit up bright red.
"Will I what?" Salazar asked roughly, his tone and his face saying that he already knew what Harry was going to ask for.
"Before we leave, will you make love to me?" Harry managed to ask, looking into those burning sapphire eyes, the heat and desire in them giving him the confidence to ask.
"Harry…are you sure?" Salazar asked, the breathless tone in his voice having Harry flushing with arousal this time. He rolled onto his back and reached up to pull Salazar down into a kiss that was a lot more heated than the last, pouring into it the arousal, heat and feelings that he had for the other.
"I am sure," Harry breathed against his mouth, daring to lick across his lips in what he hoped was a sensual way, definitely seeming to have hit the mark with the way Salazar's breath caught in his throat. "I want you to make love to me,"
"Harry," Salazar groaned. He pressed their bodies together and the noise that he let out when Harry parted his legs eagerly to allow Salazar to settle between them, pressing their groins together, that noise confirmed to Harry what he had known for days, Salazar may be dominant, but he would do everything to make Harry happy.
Harry was breathless and lightheaded when they parted, Salazar kissed him with an intensity that made his head swim and everything else fade away until it was just the two of them, in this moment that was doubled even more.
Harry thought that he should feel nervous about this, that he should feel at least a little unsure, but looking up into Salazar's handsome face, looking at the desire that he had for him, but more than that the love and care that was in those blue eyes for him washed away any nerves that he may have had, and only the desire the be joined with this man in another way was coursing through his body.
Salazar kissed down his throat, licking and nipping the flesh making Harry arch up into him as each touch between them sent pleasure from the point of contact right through Harry's body to his hardening erection. Salazar rocked their hips together, their erections thrusting against each other making Harry cry out with more pleasure than he had felt before, and it certainly never felt this good when he had played with himself.
"Salazar!" Harry hissed out in Parseltongue and his soon-to-be lover laughed happily, kissing the breath from Harry until he lay beneath him feeling drugged between the kisses and the pleasure of the friction of their erections.
"My perfect mate, perfect!" Salazar hissed back, and Harry shuddered as it seemed to wash through his body.
Salazar took his pyjamas off of him as though he were unwrapping the best present, peeling the clothing off of Harry until he was bare underneath his eyes. Though Harry felt a little shy for Salazar to be looking at his smaller frame, he knew that he was toned and lithe from all the Quidditch that he played and from all the running around that he did, and the look in Salazar's eyes as he looked down at him made all feelings of shyness wash away, he felt absolutely nothing but desired, for the first time in his life he felt sensual and sexy, and he reached up to help Salazar out of his pyjamas, stroking his hands over the defined muscles of Salazar's chest and stomach, running his fingers along the defined V of his hips and teasingly ran his fingers along his stomach.
Salazar sucked in a breath and let it out in a hiss when Harry's fingers closed around his erection, those green eyes that he loved were glued to the flesh in his hands, and he watched intently as Harry's licked his lips and gave another experimental pump of his hand, stroking Salazar's flesh and driving him even higher into arousal.
"Please," Green eyes looked up at him, and Salazar leant down to kiss Harry again, the two of them groaning as their bare flesh touched for the first time. Harry wrapped his arms and legs around Salazar, rocking into him.
"My sweet Lion," Salazar sighed and he reached for his wand, the wand that his friends had tucked away safely for him, and cast the spells that they would need on Harry and on his own erection. He watched with the growing feeling of love and adoration in his chest as Harry's nose scrunched at the strange feeling in his lower half and wiggled a little to get used to it. "My sweet mate,"
"Salazar," Harry whined a little.
"Yes," he hissed and pressed himself to Harry's entrance, waiting until those green eyes met his own before he started sinking into Harry's body, joining them together in another way. Harry gasped and arched into him, his body taking more and more of him, but he didn't look away from Salazar's eyes, nothing else existed except the two of them, nothing else mattered except the two of them.
Salazar let out a noise that he didn't know he could make as soon as he was fully buried into Harry's hot, tight body, his lips searching out Harry's, kissing him again and again and again, Harry giving back as good as he got, his fingers buried deep into Salazar's long black hair, fisting it in a way that made Salazar growl in pleasure and make an aborted thrust with his hips.
Harry cried out with pleasure, arching his back and thrusting back down onto Salazar's hard flesh inside of him as the thrust hit his prostate and sent flames of pleasure licking through his body. The feeling of Harry's body rippling and tightening around him grew too much and Salazar drew his hips back, withdrawing himself reluctantly from Harry's warmth before he thrust back into him, listening hungrily to the noises that Harry was letting out as their love-making grew more and more intense, the two of them holding onto each other, exchanging hungry kisses and whispering desirous words in the small space between them, some of them in English, some of them in Parseltongue.
Salazar watched with hungry eyes, trying to memories the first time that Harry came for him as the younger threw his head back and cried his pleasure out into their bedroom, the sight and sound of Harry's pleasure, the pleasure that they had created between them, and the feeling of Harry's tightening even more around him had Salazar spilling inside his lover with a cry of his own.
The two of them started when a golden light enveloped them both, surrounding them for a second before seeping into the two of them, swirling around and then settling around their right wrists in a shining golden band of runes.
"Salazar?" Harry asked unsurely, looking between his lover, and the marks on both their wrists.
"I didn't know that this would happen I swear," Salazar said quickly, looking at Harry with worry in his eyes.
"Tell me what happened?" Harry smiled softly, reaching up to cup Salazar's face between his hands.
"We are bound together, this is…it is marriage but stronger, we are bound magic, body, soul," Salazar explained nervously, his eyes scanning over Harry's face for any negativity. "I swear Harry I did not know that this would happen when we made love," he added when Harry didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I know you didn't, I believe you, you have been nothing but honest with me. I mean, it is a little quick, and a little unexpected, but…I feel as though I was going to be bound to you anyway, I was already bound to you by choosing to release you from that portrait. Rowena's Prophecy said that we were meant to be together, this is just proof of that," Harry said thoughtfully, stroking his thumb over Salazar's cheek, his eyes on the golden runes around his own wrist.
"I have never heard of this happening before, not like this, you are not angry?" Salazar asked concerned, that got Harry's green eyes back onto him.
"Why would I be angry? You didn't know it would happen either, are you angry?" Harry asked.
"No, I…being bound to you is only a good thing for me," Salazar said softly.
"Then how can it be any different for me?" Harry smiled. "I was always going to be yours anyway, always, from the moment I touched the frame of your portrait I knew that, this is just proof of that," Harry said pulling Salazar down into another kiss, the two of them losing themself into passion once more as the bond hummed through their bodies.
"I will still look into it, even though we are both happy with it, I have never heard of something like this happening before," Salazar said looking over the runes on Harry's wrist as they sat curled up together in front of the fire in the study.
"Of course, you will," Harry smiled almost serenely at Salazar, the look so different from the exhausted and worn expression that had been on his face that first night.
"What does that mean?" Salazar narrowed his eyes at Harry's tone.
"You dislike not knowing something, I didn't expect anything different to you digging into this to figure it out," Harry said.
"Why do I feel as though there is a taunt in there?" Salazar narrowed his eyes further and Harry started laughing.
"Because there is,"
"Cheeky brat!" Salazar hissed and nipped at Harry's neck suddenly making Harry shriek in shock before he dissolved into more laughter as Salazar dug his fingers into his side and started tickling him.
"Harry! Where have you been we have been looking everywhere for you! How dare you just disappear like that for no reason!" Hermione's shriek reached them as they were making their way through the hallway. Sighing Harry took in Salazar's arched eyebrow and pinched mouth as he turned at Harry's name, and he did not think that this was going to be a polite greeting.
"For no reason?" Salazar hissed.
"Who are you? You're not a professor!" Hermione frowned realising that the man in front of Harry was actually with him.
"No, I am not, I am far more important than that!" Salazar said and then turned his narrowed eyes onto Harry when he snorted.
"Who are you?!" Hermione demanded and Harry sighed.
"You're incredibly rude," Salazar stated and Hermione opened and closed her mouth. "Perhaps instead of shouting and demanding and throwing your weight around as though you have every right to know the ins and outs of Harry's life, you could try asking calmly, politely and in a more gentle manner as a friend should!"
"How…how dare you speak to me like that! I don't know who you are but you have no right to comment about mine and Harry's friendship, it has nothing to do with you! You should not even be in this school if you aren't a professor here!" Hermione spluttered.
"Harry! Thank Merlin, are you ok? Is everything ok? Do you need anything?" Neville hurried right to Harry's side, ignoring the scene of Hermione and Salazar who were gathering a fair bit of attention, he touched Harry's arm carefully.
"See like that, that is what I was talking about, I approve of him," Salazar motioned to Neville, who blinked, like Hermione realising that the man was with Harry.
"I am fine thank you Neville, I need a little time after everything that has happened to heal a little, but I am doing much better," Harry smiled at his friend. "And this is Salazar Slytherin, my husband,"
Harry watched amused as Salazar started coughing, clearly not having expected Harry to introduce him as such.
"What!" The shouts of surprise came from Hermione and Neville equally, and a good few people around them.
"Harry, Salazar Slytherin is…"
"I really do not like your tone, and I am going to ask politely that you do not speak further. I am Salazar Slytherin, how I came to be here is between Harry and myself, but I am one of the four Founders of Hogwarts," Salazar narrowed his eyes on Hermione.
"Well, that is an interesting claim, perhaps this is something that we can discuss in a much more private setting?" Dumbledore spoke from behind them, and even Harry felt a chill go down his back when Salazar turned to look at him.
"Oh, that would be delightful," Salazar said sibilantly.
"Wonderful," Harry huffed but he reached out to thread their fingers together before they started walking after the Headmaster. "Coming?" He smiled at Neville, Hermione already following close behind, though she flushed at the implication that she had not been invited.