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Chapter 3.

Severus looked at Dumbledore as if he had two heads. "Excuse me? What's in my heart is none of your business and I refuse to be bonded to some brat who is probably faking it."

"Severus, he is obviously not faking it. Look at him once. The poor boy is distraught and very unsure of his existence to you." Minerva said softly, moving over to Harry who was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Stop this, right now. Harry, I'm not the one you're meant to be with. Now, good day." Severus stormed out of the office in such a flurry that a few of the snoozing old headmasters woke up.

Severus didn't even pay attention to where he was going. He stormed down the moving steps and out past the gargoyle. He was heading towards the dungeons when a certain blonde bumped into him. Severus knew this was the one way to test the theory about Harry. He had to find out if it was serious enough to keep him from reacting to his student's advances.

"Professor Snape." Draco said in an all too perceptibly lustful voice.

"Draco." Severus said calmly, looking the boy over.

Draco grinned and enjoyed his professor's attention. He'd been Snape's 'favorite' student since the first time he'd had him in bed. Shrugging some, Draco took his professor's hand, not being afraid and pulled him towards the dungeons.

"It's been a long time, Draco, are you sure you want to do such a thing? Especially on your first night back?"

"Oh, Severus, you know that I'm always willing to let you use my body for your sadistic pleasure. Come on, we'll make it a quick little shag and you can get to wherever you were going." Draco smiled, his voice was breathy.

"Draco, there's no need to be so pushy, I'll be here for a while." Severus' jaw dropped as he looked at the boy, he was actually avoiding the boy.

Draco let a small pout come onto his face as he turned on his heel and stormed away from his professor. "See if I offer myself to you ever again."

Severus let out the breath he'd taken in without noticing it. Without much more thought, he stalked away to his private quarters, entering the room, he took off his boots. Growling, he poured himself some brandy and sat down in a large pouf-like chair. Reaching up, he brushed a few greasy stands of hair out of his eyes and took a swig of the warm liquid.

Biting back a curse, he threw the glass at the fireplace and placed his head in his hand. 'What the devil is going on with me? All I can think about is Potter. Draco didn't even catch my attention or get me hard.' He heaved a sigh and looked into the flames. 'The insufferable brat…. Why me? Why us? Couldn't he have been bound to someone else?' He leaned back again, crossing his arms and letting his head fall back against the chair. Keeping his eyes closed, he continued to think about the boy he was supposed to be bonded to.

Pictures of the boy's beautiful mouth wrapped around his aching stiffy, bending him over the desk in the front of the potion's room, the boy's smooth hand gripping him all filled his head. He soon grew hard, letting a groan escape, Severus sighed. 'I'm not going to let myself masturbate to that boy. He isn't worth my time.'

He grew achingly harder as he sat trying to shoo the thoughts of the boy away. With another sigh, this one of resignation, he unzipped his fly and let his hard stiffy free.

Gripping himself tightly, he began stroking his stiffy, still letting pictures of Potter push him towards climax. Seeing Harry pleasure him orally, Severus came releasing his seed all over his thin, pale hand. Pulling out his wand, Severus muttered a cleaning spell and zipped his pants. 'Damn it. I'm going to have to do something about this. I can't let myself masturbate every time I see the boy. Perhaps Albus was right. Maybe I am supposed to be bonded to him.'

Standing up, Severus began pacing about his living room. He wasn't about to admit he'd been wrong. Leaning over his desk, Snape pulled out a piece of parchment. Dipping a quill into some ink, he began writing.

'Reasons to agree: Heart tells me to. Can't keep him out of my head. We'll both die.'

'Reasons not to agree: He's an insufferable, intolerable, insolent, irritating, sniveling brat. He's Harry Potter, He's famous. He's too good for me.'

With a growl, Severus crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fire. 'I'm not going to be able to avoid him. I think I'm going to have to sleep.'

"Albus, I know Severus is a hard man to convince, but look at Harry. He needs to be with Severus. There's something wrong with him. He's pale and sickly."

"I know, Minerva. Perhaps one of us should go down there and speak to him. He must know the few facts about bonding. Once you're chosen, you've got forty-eight hours before you die." Albus sighed, looking from Minerva to Harry and back.

Minerva looked sick at the idea. "You don't expect me to venture down there. I don't think so. He's you're puppet, you talk to him. The man is pig-headed."

"Minerva, there is no need for name calling, now, I'll go down there and I'll talk him into it if that's the last thing I do." Albus smiled the twinkle still present in his eyes.

Albus stood to his full height and walked to the exit. Riding the stairs down, he looked at the wall, wondering where Severus could have gotten to. Arriving at the bottom of the steps, he walked in the general direction of the dungeons. Once he got down there, he knocked on Severus' private quarters' door.

"Enter." Severus called, sounding rather inebriated.

Albus entered the room and looked at Severus. "Don't tell me you're trying to find comfort at the bottom of your glass. Severus, just face it. You two are meant to be. You either have to accept the fact that you two are to be bonded or accept the fact that you're going to die."

"Albus… I know I have to bond to the brat. But I don't see why you're making me... Making me..." Severus got up and ran to the bathroom, no doubt emptying his stomach.

Sighing, Dumbledore walked slowly to the bathroom, hearing Severus' heaves. "You know, Severus, that you cannot stand much alcohol, and you shouldn't drink before attempting magic. Now, get up and get over here. I'll take care of your blood alcohol level, but not the hangover you'll get."

Severus looked at him pathetically, still sitting with his legs on either side of the toilet. "Do you really think I can get up, much less be bonded?"

"Severus, quit feeling so sorry for yourself. Get up and over here or you're going to find yourself spewing every last bit of your breakfast."

With a sigh, Severus got up and slowly moved to Dumbledore, his head spinning.

Pulling out his wand, Albus muttered a few words and Severus was no longer tipsy. With that, he pulled Snape out of the bathroom and into the sitting area. "Put on your shoes. We're going up to my office, where you'll collect Harry and bring him back down here yourself."

Severus nodded and put on his shoes, glaring some at Dumbledore he got to his feet and followed the man up to his office. Once inside, Severus looked at Harry and sighed, "Harry, it would be my honor to have you bonded to me."

Minerva glared at Severus as he leaned over and picked Harry up, carrying him from the office.

"Albus, do you really think it right to allow such a stubborn man to be bonded to such a young naïve soul? We both know Severus will treat him poorly."

"Minerva, Severus will change. I promise you, Harry will pull the warmth, which is hidden in his heart out, for the whole world to see. Now, enough of this talk. Get over here and take your robes off." Dumbledore winked, patting his left thigh.

Minerva raised her eyebrows, letting out a shrill squeal before moving over to Dumbledore and removing her robes.

Severus slowly carried Harry down to his private quarters in the dungeons. There was already a fire lit and Harry's things were down there. With a sigh, Severus lowered Harry down to the couch easily, before sitting down beside him. He wrapped an arm around the boy and scowled.

Harry heaved a sigh and snuggled up against Sev. "What do we need to do, I mean… for this bonding?"

Severus looked at the boy with astonishment. He leaned over and placed a small soft kiss on Harry's lips. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do, he was going to let his instincts kick in. Pulling Harry onto his lap, Severus began nibbling at his neck, in attempt to get the boy to respond to his advances. He wasn't about to force the boy to do anything that he didn't want to do.

Harry let out a soft moan and tilted his head to the side, to allow Severus to get to his neck easier. He knew what he wanted, but he wasn't sure how to get it. He put his fingers in the man's hair, wincing at the greasiness.

Severus stood up, holding Harry close to him. He carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed.

Heaving a sigh, he began undoing the boy's clothes, feeling like a pervert he looked down at the lithe body before him.

"Harry, are you ready for this?"

"Yes, Sev… I'm more than ready. I've dreamt of this for ages."

"Then, help me with all these damned buttons." Severus growled working at the many buttons on his own robe.

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"I love you, Sev." Harry mumbled against his ear.

"Perhaps, we should get up and dressed, the feast cannot go on without its… celebrity." Severus said in more of a croon than a sneer.

Harry grinned and looked into Sev's eyes, "Oh, don't worry… you don't have to say anything you don't want to say. I know you do love me back."

"Is that so? Where did you find this bit of information? I don't believe I spilled any such thing." Snape growled, climbing off of Harry, storming into the bathroom.

"Mister I can't show emotions, soon will. Even if I have to gnaw his ear off." Harry smiled to himself, getting dressed and waiting for Sev to come out of the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Severus came out of the bathroom, freshly bathed and fully dressed. His hair was wet and greasy, along with his face. He walked over to the table in the living area and picked up a few papers. He checked his pocket for his wand and looked at Harry.

"I'll see you after the feast; I've got to go make sure that no Slytherins cause trouble in the great hall." He nodded and left, walking up to the great hall.

Harry followed him, feeling slightly shafted and thoroughly pissed. He sat down beside Hermione and Ron and dished up quite a lot of food.

"What's wrong, Mate?"

"Nothing. I'll tell you later." Harry growled, forgetting he was to stay in Severus' quarters now.

TBC