Okay, so the plot bunny won't get the hell off me. So I guess it isn't as short as I thought it would be. And some of you guys seemed to like it so…

Be my guest and flame me, cause if I were reading this as someone else's I would probably flame (or die laughing at the absurdity, although I have a friend who thinks all stories in this pairing are absurd)

Again, no beta or proofer. The rabid plot bunny has saw fit to leave me alone for at least a day…so maybe it left…I hope.

Part 2 of Crazy Rabid Plot Bunny.

Hermione rushed to the professor's side and began fanning her with on of her ever-present books.

While the Granger girl attempted to revive McGonagall, Severus sat with a slight frown grazing his features. "Potter, it was mentioned that you spent only 6 months with…the founders. Yet 7 and a half have passed. That leaves six weeks unaccounted for."

"There you go again, Severus. That's three times!"

"Harry, Professor Snape has a valid point. Where were you?" Dumbledore asked earnestly.

"Well, sir, I was destroying Horcruxes." This caused a series of interesting reactions. Severus merely raised a brow. Dumbledore looked concerned, Hermione shocked, Ron…still confused, but that is to be expected. McGonagall actually did faint this time. Hermione changed her chair into a sofa and let her stay that way. "Four Horcruxes to be exact."

"What?" Severus hissed.

"Yes, I found and systematically destroyed Hufflepuff's cup, Father's Locket, Nagini, and myself as a Horcrux. The actual time I devoted to the first three was about two weeks. Purging Good old Voldy from my mind and body, being a horrendously agonizing process, took much of the remaining time." Dumbledore stared open mouthed. "I will also need to make my way to the Room of Requirement, as I believe the Ro's diadem is in there."

Hermione looked completely astonished. "Ro?"

"Yes, Aunt Ro. Or Auntie Reena. She couldn't decide which she liked best." Harry furrowed his brow. "Speaking of Horcruxes, Severus, did you have an intense pain it your dark mark this morning."

The potion's master nodded. "Yes."

"I'm sorry for that. That one was literally m fault. I sent him Nagini in a matchbox…well, what was left of her anyway. I even left him a note. He must have been extremely displeased."

Severus stared for a moment. "Yes…well, it was not unbearable."

Weasley snorted. "The pain was so intense he passed out from it."

Harry turned blazing emerald eyes on his best friend. "Ron! You better then anyone should know that that is no laughing matter! You've seen my scar bleed unendingly from the pain; you've seen me incoherent with it, screaming myself silent with it. Do not laugh."

"But Harry, you never passed out!" The redhead looked triumphant. Severus stiffened, feeling inadequate somehow.

Potter's eyes narrowed. "That is because I have an abnormally high threshold for pain." The green-eyed man turned. "Severus, I am sorry. I should have been here. That pain was mine to take, not yours. You should not have experienced that. I am sorry to have put you through that."

"Potter, I have a high threshold for pain, but that seems ridiculous…how could you stand that several times a week, which from what I told would have been a good week?" Severus said, leaning back in is chair.

Potter had slowly made his way to stand next to Severus as he spoke. Now, he trailed fingers along the back of Severus' armchair, occasionally brushing against his neck or back. The light touch sent invisible shivers down the potion's master's back.

"I am aware of what a normal person should be able to bear. However, I also know that my ability to withstand pain, while keeping what left of my mind intake," Severus snorted softly and Potter grinned. "is much greater than, possibly, anyone else on this planet. I have basically been trained to withstand terrible pain."

He dropped to his knees, leaning back on his heels, and stared Severus in the eye. "You remember Voldemort's revels." It was a statement not a question. Severus nodded, his eyes widening. "I was present for every single one, since he returned in my fourth year. And every torture session as well."

"How? I didn't see—"

"I was inside his mind. Forced to Watch through his eyes, with him, and feel what he felt." Potter's eyes darkened to a deep forest green.

"Harry, you never told us about those…what are these revels?"

Severus shuddered.

"The revels are Voldemort's sick, twisted way of rewarding his followers. He also take pleasure from watching them, as he himself would be unable to perform."

Severus gasped.

Harry continued. "The members of the inner circle and the higher members of the outer circle are invited to attend a…party of sorts. There are only two members who allowed to chose their won partners. The crazy bastard likes to watch who loses their composure and who does not. The only person unable to remain completely calm is Severus, thus he is able to chose. Lucius Malfoy is the other. However, what the Dark Lord never noticed was that, not matter how calm and composed Lucius looks, there is always a sort of…"

"Desperation there behind his eyes, yes." Severus was looking at Harry as though he had never seen him before.

Potter inclined his head. Severus was beginning to think he had misjudged the boy.

"Tom never noticed, but I saw. I saw it all. I felt everything. I have no idea how the bastard managed it, but every time he cast a spell on someone else, curse or not. I felt it."

Severus was shaking his head, staring intently into Harry's eye. "No…you couldn't have. That would be….impossible to survive."

"When I say that I feel you pain, Severus, I mean it literally. Every Crucio, I felt it too. But Not just the agony, I felt the please he took in casting it. Every one of his 'special treats' I felt them just as much as you or Bella or Lucius. Possibly more then Bella, since her pain receptors are nearly shot."

While Harry spoke, Severus had slipped onto the floor with him. Not realizing his own motion, he knelt before the taller man. He hadn't realized that brat was taller then he was until the moment Harry straightened and towered over him. Kneeling there before one another, their grazes locked, the two men were unaware of the silence that pressed on the room.

"How are you alive? How could you possibly take that specific curse more then once in a night and still be breathing? Walking?" Severus pressed forward slightly.

Harry smiled slightly and took hold of the older man's wrists. Drawing him closer, Harry murmured. "Because I am."

So saying, Harry dropped his mouth onto Severus' lips, nipping and licking at the closed mouth, which opened almost immediately. He drew the man's trapped wrists behind his back, forcing him into a submissive posture, helpless. Severus tilted his mouth upwards to give Harry better access and felt the younger man's tongue slip over his teeth. The heat and passion of the kiss shocked everyone in the room. Hermione was further shocked that Harry seemed to be dominant. She waited for the kiss to turn into a power-play, for Snape to win. But it never happened. Harry bit Severus' lip and pulled away. There was something shinning in his eyes. He smiled softly and ths time dropped his mouth in the man's jaw. Kissing a tiny path down that pale throat, he sucked and nipped at the bend of it. The proud man whimpered softly and tilted his head more. His eyes remained closed. Harry retraced the path, only this time continued on to his ear. Taking the lobe into his mouth, he hummed softly. Severus let out a low, throaty moan, causing Harry to shudder. Releasing the flesh from his mouth, Harry murmured, "You are mine, now. Before I am through, you will submit to me completely. I can tell that your body wants to already. You will never be rid of me."

He pulled back and stared into Snape's pitch eyes. They shown with hatred, defiance, and longing, glazed with lust. "No one man owns me, you insolent brat. You assume to know my own mind and body better then I do myself?"

Harry's grin was feral and Severus shivered slightly. Obviously, that had been the wrong thing to say. A quick thumbnail ran up the professor's spine, causing him to arch forward and shudder. "You belong to me." Harry shifted slightly, blocking the other's view of Snape's body and reached a hand down to cup the other's semi-hard erection, which snapped to attention at the feel of his fingers. "That is how I know."