To love alone
A.N: Thank you for the Reviews! Here is another Chapter….hope you like it and don't forget to review after! Thanks guys! Oh and Thank you so much to AROYO for the helpful ideas! This chapter is dedicated to you…thanks a bunch!
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How wonderful it felt to have people fear him, it was sheer ecstasy to see the masses clear the way as he walked, like the red sea parting for Moses, Harry was exhilarated, the shadows gathered around him as he stopped, they swirled, caressing his half naked flesh, causing it to tingle. Harry felt powerful, invincible… this person, this being he had become, was him and not, gone was the meek and subdued Harry and in his place stood an entity of dark desire, raw energy…unrestrained sex. He was no longer the prey, only the predator and the predator was ready to hunt. His smile, once soft and gentle, was now menacing, and feral as he slowly looked about, he would get nowhere on the ground, Harry thought as he swiftly jumped on the bar, the gathering crowd roared to life, whooping and hollering, marching closer.
It wasn't a matter of dancing, to Harry, it was about seducing and he knew he did exactly that as he began to swivel his slightly rounded hips to the pacing rhythm of the song. His arms raised and slide down the contours of his lissome body; he ran his fingers through his short locks and slowly ran them down the smooth curves of his rounded face, making eye contact with all and no one. What little clothes he had stolen on his way here, (consisting of a shirt that barely covered his body and shorts so small they seemed almost illegal) where now being slowly stripped from his body, he threw the shirt to the screaming crowd and knelt on the bar, to the beat of the song Harry slowly grinded his hips on the bar and slowly began to crawl. He licked his lips like a big hungry cat as he made eye contact with a sinfully dark haired man, who remained perfectly unaffected by his performance. Well, Harry thought to himself, he would just have to try a little harder then.
On both hands and knees, Harry faced his short clad ass to where the stoic stranger stood and so very slowly, he rose, from his knees to his hips up, and up he went until he was once more on his feet, he looked over his shoulder, his back still facing the crowd he grinned at the stranger while he unzipped his shorts and just as wickedly slow, he began to wiggle out of them.
'Enough' the voice vibrated through his shadow fogged brain, pushing away Harry's mind blocks as if they weren't there.
Harry immediately stopped; he shook his head, trying to clear the swirling shadows.
'Don't give in to them.' The voice was smooth and piercing, Harry shut his eyes and fell to his knees, and his hands came to his head as he screamed over the thumping subwoofers. The ground began to shake, as the swirling shadows turned to dark spikes of energy, spinning through the air and heading towards the now terror stricken crowd, running to the nearest exits and trying to avoid the racing shards.
His face was gripped into large hands, Harry stared into the liquid darkness that were the stranger's eyes, tears ran down his pale cheeks as he shook.
"P-please stop it…" the power was out of his panicking control, the force of it was too great for Harry to handle.
"Listen to me, child of the moon…only you can stop this…you have the will to stop this."
Harry shook; the shattering of glasses and other objects could be heard through the now deserted dance club, dead bodies laid on the floor, in pools of blood.
He was in control…the shadows answered to him….He was in control…he was in control…
As he repeated the mantra in his head, Harry reined in his energy, the ground seized its shaking and as the shadows receded around Harry's body he collapsed and was thankfully caught in the arms of the stranger.
Severus Snape observed the small form now resting in the comforts of his own bed; troublesome little minx, his godson's little spouse, he silently thought to himself. No wonder why Draco ran off to his lover's arms at the first sign of trouble, it seemed little Draco was not yet man enough to rein in this gifted nurturer, a true child of Yin, if Severus had read his energy signs correctly. He briefly wondered whether both Malfoy men realized exactly what they had gotten themselves into when they had prodded into the Potter family's business, silly little blonds, Severus admonished as he sat on the bedside and watched Harry sleep.
He looked at peace in his sleep; the rampant emotions plaguing his mind had been blocked and put to a temporary rest, by Severus's doing. Had he been able, Severus would've permanently erased whatever emotions that seemed to fuel Harry to being the sexy little nymph he desperately tried to be.
Severus reached out his hand and allowed his fingers to caress Harry's face, he was beautiful, even as a child he had been beautiful and Severus felt like a depraved pedophile as his thoughts took him to Harry's earlier performance, by God how uncomfortably aroused he had been and the little cock tease had known it too.
Severus sighed, he didn't doubt for an eternal second that Draco would break his neck if he even thought of doing something with his husband, speaking of Draco, Severus smiled as he felt his sensors spark to life at the increasing energy rapidly making its way to his manor, he would be arriving in…5…4…3..2..and 1…the doors to Severus's lone manor was blown open and Severus could hear the bellow of his name.
He stood from the bed and headed downstairs, the dragon's flames had to be contained, or else, Severus feared he would be in need of a new carpenter.
"Do keep your voice down Draco, you might wake the others." Severus walked downstairs and regarded his fuming godson with detached amusement.
"Give him back to me."
"Come, let us sit and have a drink…what will you have? Tea? Brandy?"
"I will not ask again Severus."
"Juice?" Severus found an invisible grip tightening around his neck as he godson approached him, eyes of pure frost glared back at him.
"Where the fuck is he?
"He's right here, put him down Draco." Harry's voice was raspy as he walked half nakedly to both men.
Draco released Severus and turned to his indecently clad husband, without a second thought he floored Harry with the brunt of his powers, causing the small body to be lifted in the air and brought back down to the hard marbled floor of Severus's foyer with a hard impact.
"You have tested me for the last time." Draco pulled his fingers inwards, in doing that, Harry's body flew through the air and came to stand in front of him. "Look at me!" Harry lifted defiant eyes to him. "I will make you respect me if you do not fear me"
Harry grinned and spit crimson saliva into his face. "That is all the respect you deserve." He quietly whispered, and tasted a new wave of copper in his mouth as Draco's hand connected with his cheek.
"I do not fear you Draco…and I will never respect you…respect is earned…not by fucking the entire human population into receiving it."
"Then maybe I should fuck an obscene amount of it into you?"
"I'd like to see you try." The shadows swirled and pulled Harry's body away from Draco.
Harry glared and raised his arms and Draco was the one lifted in the air, he laughed as he saw the blond struggling with the choking vice of Harry's powers. He pulled Draco's gasping body to the floor, on his knees, his 'powerful' husband stood.
"I think," Harry said quietly as he watched Draco struggling. "I like you like this…mouth shut…gasping for your life…totally at my mercy." Harry lifted his foot and pushed Draco to the floor. "Let me tell you what I think, my dear, dear cheating husband…you are nothing to me…your archaic laws mean nothing to me...know that when I release you from this hold and fall to my knees before you, it is by my will that I do so…not because you have beaten me into submission, not because I fear you…but for the sole reason of honoring my vows."
Harry relinquished his hold and called back the shadows that surrounded Draco's pale throat, he waited until Draco rose to his feet and fell to his knees, head bowed low, the perfect submissive stance for his alpha husband.
A.N: don't hate me! I have a reason why I made Harry act the way he did…and to make you all Happy Hermione and Ron appear in the next chapter! Yay for that! And I have some plans for Severus and Harry… Ok, on to the next chapter.