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Come find me - I know you here me I can taste it in your tears
"Today you will be making a potent lust potion." Snape sneered at his seventh year class, his eyes flicking momentarily to the hunched form of Potter. "The ingredients are on the board and I expect you ALL to be finished by today.
He sat down at his desk and glared round the class to emphasise his point. He was in low spirits that day; his circumference was due to start and it always made him sad. He was glad this was the last lesson of the day so when it started he would be able to deal with it in private.
The first stage basically just let him know that his mate was alive and out there somewhere and despite himself his hopes always built, making him believe that maybe, just maybe they'd be of age this time…they never were.
Sighing he perused the class once more, only to find Granger with her hand in the air, waving it about madly, a constipated look fixed on her features.
He knew what was irking her, the potion took eighty minutes to brew and the lesson was only seventy minutes long. He smirked evilly, this was going to be amusing.
"Miss Granger," He drawled leaning back and crossing his arms, "How do you expect to finish your assignment if you haven't even begun?"
She dropped her hand and sat up straight, "I just thought I'd inform you sir that you we can't finish the potion by the end of the lesson as it is only seventy minutes long and this particular potion actually takes eighty minutes to brew."
Raising his chin he pinned her with a dark glare, "Miss Granger, do you honestly believe that as a potions MASTER I was not aware of this fact?"
She raised her own chin,
"Wel-"
"And having been in Hogwarts employ for ten years do you not think I know its timetable by now?"
"I just thought-"
"You just THOUGHT Miss Granger that you would waste precious time informing me of something I doubtless already knew, so I believe you are yet again showing off by displaying your irritating capacity for retaining knowledge. What I just THOUGHT I'd inform you about is that I said you must finish your assignments by TODAY not by the end of the lesson, as a seventh year N.E.W.T. class you are EXPECTED to give up a portion of your free time in the interests of your work. So whilst the class will be giving up an ten extra minutes." The class gave a collective groan, "YOU will be giving up an hour!"
He smirked before his face became its usual blank mask, "Now get to work!"
She blushed and threw him a furious glance before getting off her stool to go and collect her ingredients.
Again his gaze settled on Potter working quietly beside her, the last week and a bit he'd been even more subdued than usual in his class and he NEVER glanced at Severus if he could help it. In a way the whole year so far had been a disappointment where Potter was concerned, it was always a lot more interesting if he could dock points for one of his famous outbursts.
Shrugging he turned back to his work, preparing a surprise quiz for his third years the next morning.
"Right, time's up, you have had an extra two minutes as I was lenient enough to give them to you. If you have NOT finished pour your potions down the sink, if you have bottle them in a clean vile and bring them to my desk. No Miss Granger your extra hour will NOT be spent on your potion, I'm afraid that will have to be thrown away."
Her face clouded over and then went dark, asking Granger to throw away something she had worked on was the ultimate insult…especially as he wasn't asking, he was ordering.
Severus was glad to see that the majority of the class had managed to finish the potion, whether they had made it correctly however was yet to be determined.
He watched as Potter walked silently up to his desk, his eyes lowered. Severus's mind had dwelled more than he'd like to admit on the events of twelve days ago. The sight and scent of Potter had…for a short time almost driven him mad and thank god Dumbledore had banished the blood, because if he hadn't there would have been one hell of a show put on in the Headmaster's office that day. It shamed him to think of it and yet he was intrigued, as any hot-blooded male and blood thirsty vampire would be.
But, Severus prided himself on his aloof control.
Potter silently put the vial on his desk, all the while staring at the ground and then walked out the classroom.
The classroom emptied quickly until it was only Granger left, sitting at her desk she glared mutinously at him.
He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the day's dirty cauldrons.
Turning back to his marking he had scrawled an F on all the first three when suddenly it hit him, causing him to jog and turn an F into an E.
It swept through him like a gust of wind. He could feel it the awareness, the knowledge that his mate was living, breathing somewhere out there, unreachable, untouchable.
He could feel them inside and it hurt, clutching the desk his face pulled into a tight frown he started as the girl across the room stopped her vigorous scrubbing.
He snarled at her, "Get out! Your detention is cut short, leave!"
She stood there staring at him and he stood abruptly, "Out! Before I remove you bodily."
She scampered towards her things and scooping them up, walked speedily from the classroom.
Taking a lungful of air he swept out himself into his private quarters to nurse a glass of whiskey and ride through the tumultuous feelings storming through him.
His night was rough, his mate did not sleep well, he had discovered this early and as a result his own sleep was fractured.
He got up at five, grumpy and bitter, the next stage was to hit him soon…then he'd know. All he could do was sit and wait in his favourite armchair.
The clock ticked in the corner, one hour, two and three. He could feel it coming; the knowledge his mate was out there was becoming a solid fixture in his mind.
He estimated half an hour.
Telling himself not got his hopes up he took out a potions manual and perused it consciously and firmly ignoring what was happening – it would all be for nought.
Glancing at the clock a little while later he saw that forty minutes had passed.
Well that was it, he thought, time for a drink.
He would not let the crushing disappointment consume him he commanded himself as he walked briefly to the cabinet. He would take it on the chin, his keys rattled on the chain attached to his belt as he moved, no need for drama he would-
"Ahh" He hit the floor, his vision swimming before him, the world shifted and it seemed as if he swung on his own axel before he threw up his meagre breakfast on the carpet, the bitter bile burning his throat and his head pounding viciously.
"The vicious, lonely, snarky sod!" Hermione vented flinging herself down on the seat beside the coffee table at which Harry was working.
"Now, now Hermione your talking about a professor remember?" Harry teased as his finger traced the life cycle of the fanged geranium.
"Besides you should have gotten over that by now."
"I haven't and I don't care!" She proclaimed viciously punching the pillow beside her and then again for good measure.
"Oh shut up, at least you didn't almost fling yourself at him." He said mildly.
She gave him that look, "Harry, you did throw yourself at him." She sighed, "Your right, its for my own good I suppose I should have known that he knew the brewing time of the aphrodesia potion. He was simply waiting for me to trip up, I just know it."
"He's always going to be this way, just ignore him." Harry rose and cleared away his homework. "I'm off to the kitchens, breakfast will just about me over by now and I don't fancy socialising at the moment."
She nodded absently and waved him off, getting out her own homework and taking it to one of the proper tables.
"Don't stay out long," She said over her shoulder "It's a Hogsmead weekend remember." He said he wouldn't and stepped through the portrait
Regaining his senses finally Severus turned his head away from the acrid smell rising from the carpet. Coughing a little he turned his head further, suddenly he tensed…his mate was near, he could smell him and taste him and he was ready to be claimed.
Without further ado Severus rose and cast a cleaning spell in his mouth, smiling as mint flavour burst over his tongue. Straightening his robes he waved his wand over the mess on the carpet and slipped stealthily out of the door.
Moving into the dank corridor he sensed his mate draw closer and sped up quietly hugging the wall, he growled as another scent entered his nostrils but quieted after having discovered it to be a rat.
His mate's presence tugged at him forcefully and he groaned almost inaudibly as he caught a stronger thread of their scent, becoming unbearably aroused and rounding the corner as quickly as he could and quietly taking the steps two at a time until finally he crept down the corridor to the left, coming to a halt in the shadows as he saw his mate.
His attention was fixed solely on the male before him, currently reaching up to tickle a painting. He was of a medium height but slender with a hint of muscle, his hair fell in front of and around his eyes hidden behind thick lenses which Severus knew somewhere, in the back of his mind, sheltered eyes of jade and emerald from the prying glare of the worlds population.
Suddenly, his hand hovering just over a pear, his mate froze. A whimper escaped his throat as he started to sniff the air and tremble with need. Turning he searched for the source of the trouble, unable to find it he whimpered again and Severus was unable to deny that simple call.
Stepping from the shadows he moved toward the boy and circled him predatorily, examining him from every angle, claiming him with his eyes.
His mate moved with him, turning on the spot and reaching for him with his hands but Severus skirted them easily, smirking and listening to the other's blood pounding in his veins. Tears leaked from his mates eyes in his need.
Gradually his mate began to change, his skin become a vivid red along the lines of his bones, two lumps forming at his shoulder blades, pushing and tearing at the skin, ruby red and black wings bursting forth from his shoulder blades and ripping his shirt.
The shredded garment fell from his body exposing his back to the vampire who leaned in to taste the crimson liquid seeping into the waistband of his mate's trousers and swiping hungrily at his own lips.
The other whimpered again and he faced him and slammed him into the wall, mindless of the others wings and pressing him into the wall and moulding him across the stonework. Hungrily he claimed his now plump lips pressing his own to them and revelling in the swollen flesh greeting his. Placing his hand on the wall beside Harry's head he thrust his tongue in to swipe across the other's tasting the saliva of another, the sweet maleness of the liquid, sharing his mates own lingering traces of blood with him and moaning lowly into his mouth.
An answering moan and he had to mark him, claim him as his own. Breaking the intimate assault on his mate's mouth he swept his lips down his cheek tasting a lone tear from his earlier desperation along the way, gliding down to his neck neck, licking and sucking as his fangs protruded before he-
"Severus!"
His head jerked towards the unwelcome sound and he growled at the Headmaster warningly, his eyes deep pools, feral and intimidating as his mate pressed needily against him whimpering again as Severus crushed him closer.
"Severus let him go!"
His eyes narrowed, as this time a growl rumbled forth from deep in his chest, filling the hall like thunder, "No"
Dumbledore raised his wand, "Wingardiam Leviosa!"
Severus clutched at his frightened mate despairingly as he was torn from him and lifted, then thrown against the wall, to lie brokenly against it, watching as his mate was guided away and cringing at his desperate pleas rang in his ears.
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