Fallen For A Veela

by tati

Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter.

Warning:  This is a SLASH romance fic.  There will be violence – there is ALWAYS violence in my stories.  Nothing you read qualifies as NC-17 because I have read much worse that still fit the rules, so no tattling!

A/N: *sighs*  I'm really, really, REALLY sorry about the wait.  I've had writer's block, and a very bad case of apathy.  In an attempt to make myself look even a little responsible, I'm updating now; I hope you approve of this chapter.

Oh, I was asked why Snape was so intimidated by Narcissa; it will be mentioned in this chapter, though everyone please note that the two are NOT related, except as very, VERY distant cousins connected mostly by marriage.  There is NO INCEST!

Eh, more talk of actual slash in this chapter.  The title says it all, really.  Have fun with it, and please, no flamers.  I'm getting REALLY tired of them…

All my love to my reviewers.  Honestly, your words of praise keep me floating nicely.

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Chapter 8 – Of Snape and Kisses Last Time…

Draco had been the first to actually insinuate more than that he had a hard-on, and Harry was puzzled as to how to make it go away.

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Fortunately, Harry's … problem … was gone by the time he awoke, and the teen was quietly standing, waiting for his caretakers in a corner of the room, blushing furiously as he remembered what he had seen them doing.  Snape was the first out, and he shot a suspicious glance at the beet-red boy before ignoring him in favor of relaxing on the couch to savor a steaming cup of coffee left by the house elves.

When the Potions Master's dark-haired charge shifted, his eyes rose swiftly to pin Harry in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" he asked; narrowing his gaze at the boy, who looked terrified.  Harry backed up a step, licking his lips nervously.  Severus had to force his eyes away from the youth's mouth, his own lips thinning as he fought with his Fallen blood.  When Harry spoke, Severus was so unprepared that he nearly cursed the other Fallen.

"I was going to sit on the couch?" Harry whispered; his bright green eyes uncertain.  Snape reined in his lust.

"Then sit," he snapped.  Harry perched cautiously on the sofa's end and they sat in silence for several minutes, each tense in their counterpart's presence.

"Well?" snarled the professor abruptly.  He was gratified to see Harry jump as he turned to regard his teacher with a startled expression.

"Yes?" he asked softly, confused.  Snape glared fiercely before relaxing as the teen began to back away on his already limited couch space.  "Sorry," said Harry quickly; ducking his head.  Snape rolled his eyes and was about to rap out a 'shut up and go away' when his gaze landed on a messily written scroll of parchment.  He reached for it, but Harry was there first.  The boy snatched it up, dodging Snape's hand, and backed away, looking horrified at his own daring.  Snape stood slowly, letting the full weight of his glare settle on the teen.  He regretted it when Harry burst into tears—just as Narcissa walked in.  Snape stopped glaring and let out a soft groan.  His blonde third cousin (twice removed on his father's side) had been able to frighten him into submission ever since they were mere toddlers in their stuffily aristocratic homes.  And she always thought he was in the wrong.

"Oh no," he muttered, watching as Narcissa looked from him to a tearful Harry and back again.  Her silver-blue eyes narrowed on the Potions Master.

"Severus!" she hissed.  "Stay.  Do nothing."  She turned to Harry; who was hastily wiping away tears and looking guiltily at Snape.  "Are you alright, dear?" she asked softly.  Snape held in a snort as the youth nodded.

"It's … it's fine.  He didn't do anything.  Really."  She patted his hair comfortingly.

"Are you sure you don't want me to punish him?" she asked; her expression deliberately bored, but her eyes baiting Severus.  Harry choked out a laugh.

"No.  It's fine."  He sniffled and turned; the papers still in hand.  "I've got to put these away."  Severus and Mrs. Malfoy watched the adolescent make a hasty exit before the blonde woman rounded on her friend.

"What did you do this time?"  Severus gave her an exasperated glare.

"Nothing," he said flatly.  "I reached for those papers; he snatched them away.  I glared, and he cried!  Can you really fault me for that?"  Narcissa considered this before nodding and backing down slightly.

"I suppose not," she murmured.  She looked at the door Harry had vanished through.  "Poor little angel; it's so difficult to mate."  Snape looked at her oddly before shaking his head.  He didn't even want to know.

Face turned away from Severus, Narcissa smirked.

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"Potter, no!"  Draco barely managed to keep Harry's hand from putting the frog eyes into their steaming cauldron.  Harry merely gave the Veela a quizzical look.  "You nearly blew us sky high, you twit!"  Harry flinched and shrank back, barely avoiding Draco's elbow.  "Forget it.  I'll finish the potion."  Harry sighed and looked about the Potions classroom despondently.  Draco and Snape had the flair; was it his fault that he wasn't born with it?  Potions required a subtle use of magic that he didn't have the affinity for.  His companions did, though he wasn't sure they realized it.  While Harry understood the instructions and such—and had even invented a few potions (though he'd never dared to attempt to brew them)—he didn't have the magic, and while his inventions would probably work should Draco or Severus brew them, he couldn't.  It just wasn't in his magic.  It was very frustrating.  He scowled lightly.  Bery frustrating.  Especially when he put the right answers on a test and got back an 'F.'  He had actually (without Draco's knowledge) compared his last test with Draco's.  Absolutely everything, save question five, had been correct.  He figured that the Potions Master didn't even bother looking at his actual test … He wondered why.

An elbow in his side made him start slightly out of his reverie.  Draco was glaring at him.

"Class is over, half-wit," the blonde muttered.  Flushing with embarrassment, Harry rose and meekly permitted Draco to drag him out of the room; shooting Ron and Hermione a depressed glance as he was pulled past them.  He sighed again when Ron turned away from his eyes.  How he wished his redheaded friend would stop being mad …

Pulling open the doors to the Great Hall, Draco shoved Harry toward the teacher's table.

"Stay near Severus," he said absently, turning to go.  Harry blinked.  "I'm going to the Hospital Wing for a headache potion."  Harry flinched.

"I – I'm sorry," he murmured, feeling horribly guilty.  He'd been hurting Draco, though unintentionally, and he couldn't believe the gorgeous Slytherin hadn't complained … Then again, he probably had, which would be why he was so irritated when he found that Harry wasn't paying attention to him.  But still … he was supposed to help, not harm other students!  Harry's hero mechanism was on overdrive, and he looked at the ground, subdued.

Shockingly, Draco didn't take the opportunity to mock him.

"It's not your fault," he protested, turning back to the shame-faced Gryffindor.  "The fumes were bothering me, and I didn't get much sleep last night."  He paused as Harry's face flushed a bright red.  "What is it, Potter?  You sick?"  He put a cool hand to Harry's burning forehead and saw the boy squirm.  It clicked, unbelievable though the notion was.

"How did you know?" he asked sharply, withdrawing his hand.  Harry, if anything, blushed harder.  Draco smirked.

"The – the door … it wasn't shut all the way …" Harry whispered; visibly attempting to shrink into himself.  Draco licked his lips, remembering the heat of the other teen's skin.  He reached out and titled Harry's chin up, seeing that red, shy face went straight to his cock and he caressed the hot skin a moment, unwilling to release the moment.  A cough caught his attention though, and he turned slightly, Harry's chin still in his hand, to see a wildly blushing Hermione just a few feet away.  It occurred to Draco that they were still in the entryway to the Great Hall.

He immediately released Harry, and Hermione grabbed her best friend with a steadying hand; the poor boy looked like he was either going to faint or melt.  Smirking privately, Draco kept up his cool mask, ignored the whispers of those who had witnessed his lack of control, and swept out of the Hall.  He still wanted that headache potion.

Hermione, still half-supporting Harry, though he wasn't that heavy – probably lighter than her – watched him go, grinning wickedly.  Harry's face looked like it would permanently remain red for the rest of his days as she transferred her gaze to him.  Fortunately for the short teen, his best friend took pity on him and walked with him down to the Gryffindor table; making sure to steer clear of any known homosexuals, especially those who were looking at the poor boy hungrily.  As Hermione seated herself at the table, Harry shook himself out of his daze.

"Um, Draco said to eat at the Teacher's Table," he said; looking disappointedly at his former spot at his House table.  Hermione nodded understandingly, and made to shoo him on his way when Harry stiffened.  A second later, a large, familiar hand seized the bright-eyed youth by the shoulder, and Professor Snape glared down at the two of them.

"Then you should probably be there, Mr. Potter," he said silkily.  Flinching, Harry blushed again and looked down submissively.

"Yes, sir," he whispered.

"Come along, Potter."  With a dramatic snap of his robes, Snape stalked away, Harry following dutifully behind him as though leashed; not even glancing away from his teacher as he had done when Malfoy had pulled him from the dungeons in much the same way.  Hermione's eyes lit up delightedly.  Now they had roles!  Grinning, she jotted it down in a notebook.  Ever since she had learned of Harry's 'condition,' she had become fascinated with them.  They were like … living specimens!  How often did people see the courting rituals of Veela and Fallen?  And what were the differences in her trio's mating habits from other Fallen and Veela couples?  She had a feeling that Harry knew what she was doing, but fortunately he hadn't said anything yet.  She was having so much fun … maybe she should be a magical creature researcher when she left Hogwarts …  Hermione shook her head briskly.  Plenty of time to ponder the future when there weren't such fascinating goings-on with her subjects … Grinning once more, Hermione cast her eyes to the Head Table to see Snape irritably conjuring a chair for her best friend.

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Draco had been so thrilled with a lunch period free of Harry (especially after The Incident) that he had repeated the escape for dinner, happily ignoring his lover's glare when Harry nervously took his place quietly at the small table beside the dour Potions Master in the living room of the man's dungeons.

Looking down at Harry from his own height of 5'10", Snape sneered haughtily.  What did the brat (Draco) think he was doing, shirking this off on him?  Bad enough he had to wake up to Potter every day, and even worse that the child was sharing quarters with him!  He'd probably have to disinfect the place over Christmas, when Harry returned to his family.  His lip curled at the thought.

Seated gracefully beside the son of his hated rival, Severus proceeded to pointedly ignore him as he neatly cut his steak and proceeded to exemplify the very meaning of aristocratic manners in his food-chewing and fork-handling.  A quiet snigger interrupted his mental rant of showing up the Golden Boy, and Snape unintentionally looked up to see the dancing emerald eyes of Harry Potter, who seemed to be struggling not to laugh at him.  The mirth faded, but didn't vanish when the onyx gaze focused, and Harry turned his eyes away, still trying to suppress a smile.

Calmly – calmly – Snape wiped his silverware and placed it – gently – back onto his napkin.  He did not want to cause a scene.  He merely wanted to strangle his student.  Yes, that was all.  Nothing extravagant.  Now, if he could only get Harry to step somewhere secluded, he could safely dispose of the boy and hide the body.  He sighed happily at the thought.  Oh, if wishes were fishes … he thought fondly, his scowl still fixed on Potter's mop of messy black hair.

And then Harry turned back to him, his fit of laughter over, and regarded him quietly with those jeweled eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked finally, tentatively.  "I mean, I didn't upset you did I?  It's just, it seemed like you were trying to prove yourself – to me – and that was just so … ludicrous that …" he trailed off, blushing under Snape's stare.  "I didn't mean to offend you, sir.  I'm sorry; I was being childish."  And now Severus' stare was more of his struggle not to gape than anything else.  Potter, apologizing to him?  And he hadn't even intimidated the Boy Wonder!  With his mind distracted, his mouth took control, and he would, later that night, be heard to be cursing that bodily part to high heaven as it spoke without his permission.

"In private, you do not have to refer to me as 'sir,'" he snapped.  Harry blinked, and the professor tried – in vain – to stop his voice box.  "You may call me Severus.  But only then, understood?"  Harry gaped at him soundlessly, and Severus struggled not to take advantage of that open mouth.

"Y – yes, sir," he finally stammered.  "I mean, Severus."

Snape shivered at the sound of his name, his Fallen instincts fighting him even more strongly for dominance at the gorgeous picture the teen presented.  And it wasn't as though the Headmaster hadn't given his blessing …

Not that he'd have sex with the boy.  If he ever decided to bond anyone, they would have to be willing to employ the Multiple Bond Spell, which acted exactly as it was named.  It was used for those rare cases in which magical persons such as wizards, Fallen, or Veelas would find themselves with two or more soul mates, rather than the customary one (or none), and it ensured that no matter who instigated the bond with the submissive (or just one of the other partners in the case of wizards), all partners included in the spell would find themselves bonded as well.  Of course, it involved consent by all parties, and Snape had no intention of finding himself forever tied to a Fallen he didn't even like, even if he could still have sex with Draco on the side.  He loved the Veela son of Narcissa, despite the usual conflicts of power that arose between two dominants, and he was not prepared to give the teen up for something so trivial as hormones.

But that didn't mean he couldn't kiss Harry …

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, snapping him out of the mind games.  He blinked and glared at Harry, who flinched and trembled.  "S-sorry," he murmured, looking down.  Snape tried not to feel guilty (damn, Narcissa must be getting to him …) at the fear he had instilled in the youth.  He stopped glaring and settled for a scowl instead.  Harry turned his gaze up again, wide emerald eyes checking nervously that Severus was no longer threatening him.

"Yes," Severus snapped tersely.  "I'm fine.  I was merely thinking, something I find myself doubting that you indulge in often."  Potter frowned stubbornly, refusing to rise to the bait, though he looked angry and … hurt?  Snape shook the thought off.  Potter hated him; there was practically nothing he could say that would hurt the boy when he wasn't scaring him.  If Potter had anything, it was backbone.  It was very odd to see him so vulnerable all the time.

But quite the turn-on …

No.

Taking a steadying breath, Severus refocused on his meal, trying to ignore the pretty boy beside him.

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Harry sighed and stretched.  He had finished his homework early for once – Draco hadn't even returned yet.  Beside him, Severus paused in grading Hufflepuff third year essays and shot him an angry look.  Harry tried hard not to quail, but noted happily that the other man didn't actually seem angry, just vaguely irritated and distracted.

"What?" the professor snapped.  Harry rolled up his Transfiguration essay triumphantly.

"I've finished," he said simply.  He made to stand, but paused.  "May I go, si – Severus?"  The Potions Master shuddered, just as he had at dinner, and Harry wondered disappointedly if he regretted giving Harry permission.  Maybe he should resume calling him 'sir…'  The man's eyes pinned him where he sat, and Harry felt himself blushing, once again noting their close proximity on the couch.

"Would you really follow any order, Potter?" asked the Fallen idly.  "According to the books, you should, but then, I've never met a submissive before …"  Harry tried to push away his nervousness, and failed miserably as the black-haired man suddenly glared, and he felt his body react, automatically shrinking fearfully back into the couch.  "Stand up!" he bellowed.  Harry jumped to obey, all thought gone to be replaced by sheer terror and a will to obey.  As Snape slackened his glare, Harry found himself suddenly released and able to breathe.  Thought returned slowly, and he blushed horribly at the contempt he imagined Severus must feel for him.  But when he regained his nerve and looked up at his teacher, that strict, handsome face was more thoughtful than gloating.

"Potter, come here."  Obediently, but without the fear, Harry walked the few steps to Severus' side and looked down slightly at the other.  He was grateful that compulsion to follow that order had not been present, and waited patiently as Snape looked him over, pointedly staring at his slim, robe-clad body.  He shivered.  Snape smirked, stood –

And kissed him.

It was fiery, breathtaking, and everything that Harry had dared to imagine it would be — and more.  And then Severus' tongue swept over his lips demandingly and Harry gasped, his legs feeling like jelly at the sensations that burst through him as that talented tongue swirled around his own.  And when he tentatively responded … oh, it got a thousand times better …

And then they broke away, Harry still gasping in shock, and Severus himself panting slightly, with a predatorily satisfied light in his black eyes.  He like his lips and watched Harry hungrily.

"That was nice," Snape said after a few minutes, regaining some control, though his eyes were still dazed enough that he couldn't control his speech.  "I'll have to mention it to Draco."  He shook his head furiously, and his onyx orbs cleared.  He looked more than a little shocked – Harry could sympathize.

And Draco walked in.

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A/N:  Sorry for the delay!  So sorry…

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