Ch 4- Dumbledore - Defender of Virgins
It was only common knowledge amongst the Death Eaters that their master had a temper to rival that of the devil himself. Actually, it was common knowledge to the world. But, that was beside the point at the moment, as Snape writhed on the floor, gritting his teeth to keep from screaming. He had been on the bad end of that wand many a time, but this ranked up near the top of his worst bouts of the Cruciatus.
He knew what he was in for the moment he felt his Mark burn, for it had burned with a rage much stronger than usual. But he had not expected to be put under the very moment he appeared before Voldemort. And it was with astounding levels of control that he was able to retain an ounce of his dignity. Better wizards than him had soiled themselves in the throws of such agony, and unfortunately, for the first time since receiving the Dark Mark, he was no exception to such humiliation.
What had led to such corporal punishment for one Severus Snape? Many would protest should he have blamed Harry James Potter for this unfortunate occurrence. But for once, he would be pointing the guilt in the right direction.
On the Dark Lord's desk, lay the Sunday edition of the Daily Prophet. And what should be on the cover page but a photograph of Harry Potter and one Slang Rodrigo kissing tenderly over a bowl of ice cream.
Harry Potter's Steamy Love affair Unveiled!
Upon my daily morning trip to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and Café for a Coffee and Biscotti I was stunned to come across an enchanting moment between The-Boy-Who-Lived and a mysterious, suave and if I may, absolutely delectable piece of eye candy. When I approached, I was welcomed quite warmly to the table where they sat by Harry's companion, who promptly showed what was; no doubt, Pureblood upbringing when he proceeded to kiss my hand in the most charming manner.
Harry of course; bless his soul, was rather reluctant for an interview regarding his new Boy Toy and apparent sexual preferences. Even more surprised was I when He and his counterpart seemingly began to argue in Parseltongue of all things. My curiosity skyrocketed and after much insistence, out favourite Golden Boy acquiesced.
Well Harry, I'm sure that our readers are dying to know. Who is this most Charming young man with you today?
Er..well, uh…(harry blushes as his hand is taken in his significant others'.) This is Slang Rodrigo. He's a transfer student to Hogwarts this year.
Oh really? What brings you to Hogwarts Mr. Rodrigo? Any particular reason?
Call me Slang Miss. Skeeter. And I have been homeschooled for quite some time. After the death of my parents last year, I made my decision to come to Hogwarts. It seemed to be the best choice concerning my views on the current war.
Death of your parents you say? So you and Harry must have more in common than the gift of tongues.
(Rodrigo) Yes we do. However, I'm rather upset over the loss, my parents were not the kindest of folk and my feelings about their death is in all honesty, rather meagre.
So both of you have lost family; what else do you two think has brought you together?
(Harry) Slang and I met in odd circumstances, too surreal to be believed if we told the public, really. But It doesn't really matter to me how we met, but how we found each other again.
Again? What do you mean?
(Harry) Slang and I were reunited through Headmaster Dumbledore, ironically enough.
(Rodrigo) I asked the Headmaster upon receiving my acceptance letter if my…abilities would bring about prejudice. He told me that he knew of only one person who would be able to empathise with me the best. And when He introduced me to Harry, well…(chuckles) you can imagine what happened next.
Oh My. I certainly can. (We all laugh) So tell me Harry dear, you have been for several years giving off the impression of being Heterosexual. Why come out now, and so without shame?
I really don't see any problems with my being gay, straight, bi or god forbid a tranny. (Scowls) To be frank, it's not any ones business, and nobody should have to be ashamed or slandered for who and what they are.
I'm sorry, Harry dear. I didn't mean to offend you.
You didn't offend me, not this time, but you could be a bit more…-You know what this is off topic and I don't feel like rambling. Next question.
Slang is it?
Yes.
How is it that you can speak Parseltongue? It's rumoured to be the mark of a Dark wizard. What do you think?
I'm not sure if I feel comfortable answering that. People may not like the answer.
(Harry and Rodrigo Communicate in parseltongue. And this reporter finds herself enraptured by how even thought they seem to be arguing, it sounds, nonetheless arousing.)
(Rodrigo) I don't wish to answer that, thank you.
Well I believe a change of subject is in order. Harry, what are your plans for the future with Mr. Rodrigo, if any? Do you plan to keep it short, or make it work?
Well…actually(blushes)…Slang has offered to court me properly.
Am I to understand that you two are betrothed?
(Rodrigo) In a manner, I would go into details but, again. It is far to surreal.
Soul mates then?
(harry) I guess. (blushes)
Well isn't that adorable. If I may, would you bottom Harry? Or would you Top?
(Both boys look at me as if I have said the most scandalous thing.)
(Rodrigo scowls) It is none of your business who tops or bottoms in our relationship and I will thank you to please not pry into it.
But-
Either move on or this interview is over. Harry is a very private person and you are lucky we agreed to this in the first place.
My dear, the public deserves to know about their hero. If anything he is obli-
Just then Rodrigo slams his hand onto the table, stands up and begins to shout at me in a mix between parseltongue, Portuguese and English. I, who have taken several foreign languages in my day was astonished at the language he began to throw at me. At that point Harry took his hand and he stopped almost instantaneously. I watched as the two looked at each other, and I admit that I have never seen such trust or affection between people in my whole life. It was as if they could communicate through body language alone.
Harry was able to calm Mr. Rodrigo down with a simple stroke to the cheek, and soon both were looking at me, though Mr. Rodrigo Still looked quite livid. Harry said his goodbyes and took his partner off with him, leaving this reporter stunned speechless. We can be sure to see much more of these two when they head off to Hogwarts tomorrow morning, and you can bet this reporter will be there.
~Rita Skeeter
Snape gasped out as the pain finally subsided, leaving a strong ache throughout his body.
"Th-…Thank you…My Lord." Snape choked out his words, trying to reinflate his exhausted lungs. The words flowed out with ease of habit, though they had never ceased stinging his ego with every time they were uttered.
"Silence." Voldemort almost purred as he spoke, all hints of his furry hidden behind his mask of superiority. He waited and watched while severus climbed to his feet, and felt a small ripple of magic as he performed a cleaning spell on himself. At this the Dark Lord almost smirked. He knew he had done quite some damage for Severus to have been reduced to the level of his underlings.
"You have done well for me in the past, Severus." He began circling the man like a vulture, taking slow, precise steps as he fondled his pale, Ash wand. "More so than even Bellatrix could say…" He probed softly into Severus' mind, finding a slight trace of pride, though it was overwrought with fear, respect, and worship. This pleased him. "For many years you have served as my spy, never bringing me anything less than useful, and very rarely have ever earned my wrath." Voldemort slowly built up Severus' confidence, boosting him slowly, readying him for a blow to his conscience.
"So why is it that you have failed to give me word of this newcomer…?" He let his voice raise just, above a whisper, this being the only hint of his pent up rage.
"I assure you, Master," severus' eyes were cast down, "I had not known until you informed me just no-" Severus found himself on the floor cheek stinging and running with blood, he looked up to see Voldemort licking it from his fingers, eyes burning with rage and anticipation.
"Then what good are you to me as a spy, Severus?" It was with these words that the dark lord closed in on the man, a robe falling to the ground with a flutter.
"I believe it is time to show you how fortunate you are, to have your position….."
'He could still be yours you know…' whispered the voice in the back of his mind. 'He is still young and naïve, so much like his father.' A dark chuckle followed the subtle growl, 'You could easily bend him your way; they have not bonded yet.'
"It is true." Remus peered at the floor over his cross-steepled fingers. "I could do that…but what would that leave me? What would it accomplish?"
Remus scowled as he sat in his favourite arm chair. He was at his own house, and had not returned to HQ since that incident with Slang. And he had no intention of going back any time soon. He had been awaiting Snape for several hours now, and had been growing impatient. They were to go on some sort of assignment upon his return, an infiltration of the Romanian ministry, where there were rumours of the Dark Order growing in popularity. Severus knew the biggest details.
'Everything!' Moony hissed, almost seductively. 'You have desired him since he was thirteen. You met him first…you have claim.'
"We don't know that-"
'The chances are with us, Remus. And you know as well as I that our luck is unceasing. We have but only once failed to achieve what we strove to achieve. And that which prevented us is weak and loosing power to the very boy you desire.'
The thought was appealing; Harry was still technically unbetrothed. He had every right to court him. And he knew Harry better than almost anyone. That gave him an acute advantage over the bloody reptile. And he wanted harry more than anything in the world. He wanted to love and cherish him, to provide for him. He deserved harry more than that blasted snake. And he would have him…he would have the beautiful perfection that was his Harry…in every way; heart, soul and body.
He shivered at the thought of that day only last year ago when he had walked in on harry about to shower. He had been so beautiful, so lithe and strong, not to mention well equipped. He wondered if-
"R-Remus…" Lupin glanced up and sucked in a breath as Severus stumbled into the room from the foyer, his near nude body riddled with bruises and blood spatter. Snape was all but crawling when Remus leapt from his seat and got straight to work casting an inspection spell, and instantly discovered what had happened.
"Severus…oh gods, why?" He pulled out a small vial of blood replenisher and quickly began stripping the man of his remaining clothing, not bothering with such trifles as modesty, and began humming a soft chant, running his wand over the wounds like the Potions Master had taught him years ago. Snape coughed violently as he was rolled onto his back, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth as he attempted to speak.
"C-cant…I can't…d-" once more a fit of coughing took him, and Remus tilted him, so as to keep him from drowning in his own blood.
"Shhh…it's alright Severus," he whispered soothingly as he scanned him for anything he had missed. "You don't have to speak yet…relax..."
"N-na-…nev-er…" Snape was being just as stubborn as ever as he continued to make himself heard, despite his agony. "A-…gain. I…I c-an't." and with that, he fell unconscious.
Both boys lay in Harry's bed, snuggling contently as they slept through the last night of vacation. Tomorrow, they would both be returning home to Hogwarts and they were looking forward to it more than ever.
There was a small stir in the corner of the room, just behind the folds of an overlong tapestry where a rat chewed hungrily at the threads, and Sheka's eyes snapped open, inhaling deeply at the delicious smell that reached his nostrils. Harry, being the light sleeper he was, fluttered his eyelids with a short yawn and looked up at his partner, who he saw was eyeing the corner of the room like a starved animal.
"Nhh Sheka…," he yawned again and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What r u doing awake this late?" the serpent boy turned to face harry and blushed.
"Er…I'm kinda hungry." he muttered. "Human food doesn't suit me very well."
Harry nodded in understanding, as Sheka hadn't eaten anything else in the last month or so.
"You wanna go hunting tonight?" he offered with a soft smile. "I'll cover for you." Sheka shook his head, but gave harry the most devious smile the boy had ever seen, right before taking his hand and leaping out of bed.
Before harry knew what was happening he was latched onto his mate's back as they fell to the ground outside. With a soft thump, Sheka landed on the ground and with a hiss of grey smoke harry found himself speeding through the air holding to a seemingly fluid streak of ink-like clouds.
"Sheka?" harry stuttered, half elated from this new sensation, half terrified out of his mind. "Where are we-ahhii!" Without warning he and the cloud plummeted to the ground at record speed, his eyes watering from the gust of wind, blowing his hair askew. And suddenly, it was over, and he landed unceremoniously into the grassy mud. Rolling over onto his back, he caught his breath in short gasps; panting exasperatedly as he heard the rustling of leaved behind him in the trees.
Harry sat up and looked around to see they were just inside of what looked like a forest, an extremely wet, mushy and swampy forest.
::What do you think of my father's home, Harry?:: said boy spun around to see Sheka's long, muscular, reptilian body coiling around the unusually shaped trees, his lower half submerged partly in the swamp water; which was as he looked at it, clear and clean under the layer of water moss.
His gaze travelled up his grey green scales, following the small of his back ridges to the crown of his head, which glistened in the moonlight, accenting the golden splendour of his eyes. Harry found his legs turning to mush and was glad he was still sitting.
::…so fucking Sexy….:: he said in a daze, not realizing he was speaking out loud. Sheka gave him an amused look and burst out laughing.
::Really?:: he chuckled. ::I never thought of a fen as such, but whatever suits your tastes.:: Harry's cheeks flushed a light pink, embarrassed at his little outburst. ::Well what do you think, Carus?::
::It's…:: he inhaled the earthy smell of the moss, flora and minerally water and found himself very much at peace. ::It's incredible. This is Fen?::
::One of them at least.:: Sheka lowered his head and flickered his tongue against Harry's cheek in a kiss. :: I've never been here myself,:: He looked around, as if analysing the place. ::But I'm pretty sure this is the Fen where my father was reared. It smells…right, I, suppose.:: Harry beamed at him and lifted himself to his feet, only just noticing the mud all over his clothes.
::Bugger…:: he muttered lifting his arms, to inspect himself. ::And I don't have my wand with me.:: Sheka had to conceal an eye roll as he shook his head.
::Take them off then.:: he said casually tilting his head. ::Better than being uncomfortable in dirty clothes.:: Harry gave him an incredulous look.
:: Are you mad?:: he half shrieked. :: I can't go around out in the open, nude!:: His shocked expression turned into one of frustration when Sheka arched the end of his tail, for some reason looking as if he was attempting to put his hands on his hips.
::And why ever not?:: he asked, though his tone was one of slight impatience. ::Are you embarrassed that some animal will see your naked body and become overwrought with lust?:: Harry wanted to glare at him, he really did. But the way his mate's eyes sparkled with silent laughter made his frustration melt away like chocolate in the summer sun. And with a pout, he began removing his pyjamas and tossing them uselessly to the swamp floor, his pale pink skin glowing in contrast to the dark browns and greens of the surprisingly warm fen around him.
::Now was that so hard?:: Sheka all but snickered at him and flicked his tail, splashing harry with muddy water as he sped away, slithering through the reeds, harry running not too far behind him as they made their excursion.
Thump!
For the second time that night, Harry fell to the ground in a heap and had to fight to regain his lungs, as the floor of his bedroom had knocked the breath out of them. When Harry looked up he expected to see Sheka in his human form. Instead he saw a slightly smaller version of him, reared up about six feet off of the ground. Harry lifted an eyebrow at him and smirked. :: Do you ever run out of surprises?::
::Heh, not really.:: the basilisk hissed a soft laugh and lifted harry to his feet with the end of his tail. ::You'll get used to it.:: harry grinned when he saw that he was finally level with the snake and lifted a hand to stroke the eye ridges, earning a purr from him.
::Nyah! Don't do that!:: he shot harry a surprisingly human-like pout and smacked Harry's behind with the end of his tail, noticing the violent shiver that enveloped Harry's body as he did so and smirked. ::What was that, Carus?:: he curled around Harry's torso, spooning him as he set his head on his shoulder, making sure to go as tantalizingly slow as he could. Heavens, but Harry felt like the meaning of life against his scales like this; the warm pulse of his blood, the soft as silk texture of his skin, the pulsing flesh between his legs, that grew prominent, for him, and only him.
::Do you like when I spank you?:: his response was yet another shiver travelling down the boys spine.
Harry couldn't help it. Really, he couldn't. The familiar sensation of Sheka against him, the soft caress of his voice spreading gooseflesh over his neck and arms; it drove him insane, and he wondered how he was ever content with his human body. It was like nothing else in the world, and nothing could ever compare.
::Yesss…:: he hummed, his eyes closing as he tilted his neck, gasping when he felt smooth scales pressing against his quickly hardening erection. ::Mnn please, Sheka I want it…I want you, now…:: he felt no shame in begging for his mate, even after so little provocation his entire body was on fire, lust oozing from his pores as he lifted an arm over his shoulder, panting out the serpents name when as he was lifted from the ground and set onto the bed curled up and entwined with his soon to be lover.
::Then you ssshall have me.:: with those words, Sheka slid his body between Harry's legs and pressed none too gently against his visibly throbbing member, forcing a desperate gasp from the boy as he arched off of the bed, panting so hard he grew dizzy. His hands flowed over the underside of Sheka's tail and around to the sides, his finger tips unknowingly skimming the scales that concealed his prize.
::Aaahh! Fuck harry…n-not there!:: he trembled and found himself tightening his body around harry, trying desperately to stay in control a bit longer. It was much too early in the night, and they had only just begun. He wanted harry to remember every detail, every touch, every sound, and every moment of the blessed ecstasy they would share.
::Nnh wha-mnnhhhh:: Harry whimpered out a high pitched moan as sharp, needle like teeth grazed the crook of his neck, a tremendous burst of …gods he had no idea what it as, but it was as if the venom in his blood had turned into ice and melted into a rage of fire in a split second, drawing a half scream from his voice box as his back lifted from the bed in a dramatic arch.
::Nnyah! Ahh Sheka! Ahh! :: His hips seemed to develop a mind of their own as they moved in rapid gyrations against Sheka's sensitive area, both of them trembling and crying out as they fought to bring each other as close as they could to the edge. Harry's tongue reached out from his lips, spittle trailing from the corner of his mouth as he searched for the tongue of his lover, which met his with vigour. They writhed against each other, gasping and hissing out obscenities as their tongues danced in the exposed air before Sheka's tongue delved into the open mouth, not quite filling it like before, but none the less satisfying them both in ways no other could.
The kiss was strong, hungry and feral; dominating and rough in the way they both desired each other, but no less passionate or tender as if between a long married couple.
But soon it was not enough; Harry's body was soon overtaken by need, and that need was not being met. He wanted his mate to do just that, he wanted, needed Sheka to take him, to claim him, to fill him entirely until he was screaming in pain and pleasure. And he knew his mate wanted it as well.
::Harry…My Carus…:: Sheka pulled his mouth away, to speak and ground his torso into the boys cock, letting himself ready for joining his love at long last.
Harry gasped, feeling something strange, but pleasantly wet slide over the crease of his arse. It didn't take an idiot to know what that was. But when he felt a second pressing against him he went absolutely insane.
::Oh gods, Sheka!:: he cried out in shock and looked down, eyes filled with the flames of lust when he saw them; two of them. Two!
::They're…:: he panted and slid up and sat up, his lust overlapping with curiosity as he reached out a hand to touch the strange, albeit enormous appendages that had slid from Sheka's underside, and he couldn't think of anything to finish his scentence.
They were in a way, just like every other he had seen, but far different, far more….appealing, as strange as it sounded. He let his fingers brush over the head of the left member, awing at the unusual colour and shape, and he was unsure of the soft, talon like things around the edges. But as he slid his thumb over them, precum dripping over his fingers as Sheka shivered against him, He found the bizzareness all the more arousing, and felt himself twitch when a most delicious idea came to him and almost unconsciously he leaned over onto his hands and knees.
Sheka let his throat hum contently as Harry observed him for the first time, amused, and very much turned on by his fascination. Those fingers…they were so delicate and gentle as they caressed him so, and it drew a deep throaty growl from the base of his throat, making sure harry knew his appreciation.
But suddenly his body convulsed in a violent tremor, screaming out in shock as his slit eyes glazed over in absolute rapture, around one of his members, wrapped those tantalizing fingers, stroking and rubbing him, teasing him to complete hardness, drawing him our completely. His other though; by the gods, his other was now being licked, prodded and sucked, in the most glorious wet heat he had ever felt. Harry's tongue slid over his entire length, lacking any form of technique, not that he cared, he had never understood the concept of oral sex until now, thinking it a completely human thing. But…HELL! Harry's lips pursed around his shaft, squeezing it as they slid up and down, following his energetic tongue as his cheeks caved in around him taking him into his moth so deeply, he could feel the boy's throat contracting around his head.
::Nngh! Ahh h-harry! What are you- Nhhahhaa! Wha- ahh!:: he couldn't even speak anymore, all abilities of comprehensive language gone with the wind. And the vibrations of Harry's endearing moans flowed into his spine, bringing him ever closer. It felt so amazing, he had never imagined anything so sinfully remarkable. But he couldn't let himself come like this! He wanted to be one with harry in a much more intimate way, and he'd be damned if his first time with harry was in his mouth, no matter how…Ooohhh…absolutely, Devine it was.
:: H-harry…nngh I want…plz…I :: he didn't need to say another word, but he actually whimpered when Harry's mouth and hands left him.
::I want it too…:: he panted, cheeks flushed in the most perfect way. Sheka leaned forward and slipped his tongue into his Carus' mouth and jerked forward, forcing him to his back as he readied himself once more, rubbing his body against Harry's as he spread his own cheeks, head thrown back and tilted to the side as his chest heaved with every laboured breath. Sheka took a moment to gaze upon his lithe form. Harry's skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, accenting his barely visible abbs, so dense around his groin that it dripped between his thighs, as they lifted and spread for him. Harry was far beyond ready in almost every way, but there was one more thing he had to do, to ensure his lovers safety through this. He had to prepare him, and he knew just how to do it.
::I need you on your hands and knees Carus. It will hurt less, that way.:: He wasn't sure , but he could have sworn he had heard Harry's breath hitch in concern. He was right.
Harry had to consciously hold his breath to keep from whimpering. He had known it would hurt his first time, but now that it was about to happen, he was a bit worried. He had been through a lot, and he knew this wouldn't be too horrible, but the nervousness was still there. However he did not hesitate to roll over, positioning his hands and knees on the bed as he spread his legs once more. Just then a horrible thought came to him.
What if Sheka couldn't fit? What if he was too tight for him, and they couldn't copulate? Would Sheka change his mind? Would he reject him, and look for another mate? Oh gods he didn't think he could handle that. He couldn't live without his Mate any more, not when they had done this much.
He felt something rub against his entrance and he found himself beginning to panic.
'Oh gods he's gonna see I'm not good enough for him now… oh gods, oh gods… OH GODS is that his tongue?
It was absolute rhapsody! The wet heated tongue wrenched the most emphatic mewling from his throat as it drove into his orifice, stretching the tight, throbbing ring of muscle around itself until harry felt like he was being torn apart. But completely overcoming the pain were waves upon waves of unadulterated revelry. Sheer pleasure took over every cell of his body as the forked tip of Sheka's tongue rubbed over his prostate so violently it was sure to bruise from the force of it. Harry could no longer control himself, and gripping the sheets of his bed, he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking himself on that sublime tongue making his eyes roll back into his skull, mouth open wide, his tongue protruding limply at the edge of his lips as he all but screamed out. All worries of rejection evaporated at that moment and he gave in to his orgasm, spilling over the sheets in near painful jets of cum, stars exploding in his head as it spun dizzily, enveloped completely in the throws of euphoria.
::Shekaaaah! Ahhhnn! Aaaahh!:: Sheka nearly came himself as he heard those enthusiastic shrieks. And he wondered if he had taken too long, if harry would, being a virgin, be able to handle another go, and complete their bond. He received his answer when his Carus' finally collapsed onto the bed, panting so hard it was a wonder he was not hyperventilating and rolled onto his back, looking up at Sheka, with the most tempting, "come-hither-give-me-more-until-you-feel-like-your-going-to-die" look he had ever seen.
Harry was exhausted beyond anything he'd ever thought possible, and his body felt like a melting bowl of Jello, but for some reason, all he could think about was spending the rest of this night with Sheka, relishing in the world that was his Sheka and him, where nobody else ever existed but them. With the most, sexy look he could muster, he licked his lips and lowered his hands to spread his cheeks, lifting his hips with his feet under him, giving his mate a full view of what he had to offer.
::I'm ready Amente…:: he purred, pledging his complete submission, knowing and wanting everything that the word implied.
Sheka, had he been in his human form, would have burst into tears of joy at his mate calling him Amente. It had been done. Harry had formally accepted him as his Life Mate, accepted and cherished his role in their relationship. Harry was his, and his alone, and he lifted himself up to meet Harry's entrance; nothing could stop them now. Nothing except…
"Oh my." Dumbledore's grandfatherly chuckle sounded out; both harry and his Amente, gaped over at him appearing shocked, and offended beyond comprehension. "Have I interrupted something?"
Sheka narrowed his eyes at Dumbledore, his feral nature still dominating his judgement and hissed threateningly bearing his fangs as they dripped venom much in the manner they had at Remus a month ago.
Harry's temper rose, and he found himself overwhelmed with the need to strike out at this intruder who dared keep him and his mate from bonding, who dared to invade his den.
::Get out human.:: he snarled, eyes blazing with green fire as he and his mate made to advance at the insolent creature. This was a bit of a shock to the man, but that was not important, harry was not ready to bear eggs yet. And he could not attend Hogwarts in such a state as that, or in the form he would take on during that time.
"Calm yourselves." Dumbledore's eyes momentary lost their trademark sparkle as he met their feral stares with his own surprisingly dragon like glare. He knew simple words would not matter; body language was everything at the moment. He turned his scowl to the serpent and pointed his wand to the creature in defence, not realizing harry was not relenting as his body tensed, readying to defend his mate at any costs.{::You realize what you do, sheka?::}
Albus had been worried that nothing would stop them until they had copulated, and to be frank, he was terrified of the consequences though he be unable to calm them down with these words. But as it seemed luck was with him.
The entwined couple seemed to come-too almost instantly at the stern words, and they both visibly relaxed, eyes clearing as reason returned to their list of mental capacities. Sheka looked torn as he returned his gaze to harry, who appeared to be completely devastated, and unfulfilled. But he nodded, his head hanging in defeat and Sheka returned to his human form. Dumbledore's twinkle revived itself and he lifted a hand motioning for them to get comfortable.
"Here you are harry." He smiled and conjured a long night shirt and handed it to the boy, waiting for him to put it on before muttering a short acio, and sitting in the arm chair he had summoned. "Now then." He said folding his hands in his lap." I believe you and Mr. Weasley have already had The Talk?" Harry's jaw hit the floor, his left eyebrow twitching as Sheka scoffed with a smirk
"The Talk?" Albus nodded with a brief chortle.
"Yes; The Talk, Master Slytherin." He began a short explanation. "Unlike serpents, felines and other four legged creatures, humans are born with instincts, but without knowledge. And unfortunately, humans can be more susceptible to negative consequences because of this."
"Sir…er where are you going with this?" Harry cut in before he could be embarrassed even further. He did not need to hear this right now. It was horrible enough that he had failed to bring his mate the same pleasure he had been given; and all because of the damned bigot before them. He did not need a lecture of what the consequences are. He knew very well what would happen to him, what he would become. He was not stupid enough to think he would be capable to carry his young as a human.
"Oh right. The point." Dumbledore nodded, but momentarily looked bewildered. "What was the point?" he muttered just loud enough for the two to hear him. Harry and Sheka exchanged furious glances and knew that the other wanted to strangle the man as much as they did.
"Oh yes! Well, I do not think it to be wise for you two to engage in such things quite yet." Harry looked disappointed, but slightly defiant and glanced to Sheka who appeared absolutely appalled.
::He can't stop us…can he?:: Harry whispered so low he was sure the Headmaster wouldn't hear.
::I'm afraid he may be able to if he tried…my former master told me of his manipulative skills…although I have yet to witness them. If need be, we can take this up with Fawks.::
"If I may harry, I would like cast a," Albus hesitated a moment, as if pondering weather or not to continue. "Chastity Spell of sorts."
Harry was about to retort, and he almost did. Who did Dumbledore think he was? How dare he even suggest such a thing! But just as he opened his mouth to protest, he felt a wave of intimidation hit him, and he found himself looking at Sheka in awe of the amount of raw power that was flowing from his mate as he spoke
{::Dumbledore::} He hissed warningly, a damned near evil gleam in his eyes. Said wizard immediately regretted suggesting anything at all. The Basilisk king looked ready to slaughter him, as was evident in his rigid jaw, the pulsing veins in his neck and the ghost white knuckles of his clenched fists as he stood up, face contorting and narrowing as he fought to keep control of his Magick.
{::I will kill you without a second thought if you try to touch my carus! How dare you even suggest such a thing?::}
Harry watched as Sheka began to tower over the Headmaster, the whole room overflowing with tension, and for the first time, harry saw Sheka for the king he was. Gone was the teenage attitude that accompanied him in his human form. Gone was the laid back, seductive serpent that made him melt into his coils. This was a side of Sheka he had never seen and he couldn't help but pray to the gods he was never on the receiving end.
{::Do you know what that would do to him; what that would do to our firtility, and our trust? How dare you presume to offer such assistance? You are too bold for your good! You know your place in this business, Human!::}
{::Please forgive me. I- ::}
{::Do not allow yourself to grow accustomed to my young form, Albus Dumbledore. I am Seryeshka Slytherin, the Lord of Serpents, and second only to your Master, Fawks in the Council of creatures; and you will do well to remember that. ::}
Harry could not understand the language Sheka was speaking, but he watched in amazement as fear completely consumed the face of his grandfather figure; once a strong, unrelenting man, the greatest wizard of his time. All he was now was a peasant with a stick and with only a hint of defiance, the man knelt onto one knee and muttered a short.
{:: Forgive me, Lord Slytherin. I exceeded my limits. I will not make that mistake again.::}
Sheka's lips curled into a sneer.
{::See that you do... ::}
There was a short moment of silence and the foreboding aura began to dissipate; leaving very welcome neutrality as Albus got to his feet; and with a curt nod, he left the room without a word.
Sheka slumped back onto the bed and lat down, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a groan.
::I never thought I would have to act in such a manner as that in front of you Carus.:: he muttered apologetically. :: I have not had need for it in several, hundred years.::
Harry noticed that not a trace of his adolescent behaviour remained. Was it perhaps an act for his attendance to Hogwarts. But that was not his main focus. What had just happened?
::What did you say, Amente?:: he asked almost admirably. With a tiny smile, he crawled over beside him and leaned on his elbow, stroking his hair intimately. He was a bit surprised at himself for acting like this, they had done nothing more than kiss besides their moment today, yet he already felt such a connection, almost as if he was Sheka's doting goodwife. However he felt no shame in the thought of himself as such.
::I've never seen the Headmaster so…submissive:: Sheka looked up at him over his hand and smirked.
::He has never encountered the wrath of a Consilier:: he snickered almost arrogantly, ::Not even Fawks, the Marele Consilier, has given him a firm hand. He has never dared insult one of us in any way. To say the least…:: his face bore a look of contemplation as he lifted a hand, stroking Harry's neck absently. :: This was quite a shock.::
He beamed at harry once more and leaned up, kissing harry on the corner of his lips. Harry practically purred in appreciation and leaned into the hand that stroked his cheek.
::Councili de Creaturi?::
::Yes.:: he nodded. ::It is; in retrospect, the Ministry of Magical Creatures.::
:: So what does Fawks have to do with it?:: harry lay down beside Sheka and placed a hand onto his chest, snuggling into him.
::The Councili de Creaturi is made up of the highest of Magical beings. Fawks is the Mistress of the Phoenixes and the Phoenix ranks highest in the Council. I am Lord of Basilisk's and the Basilisk is the highest in the Hierarchy of Serpents. And the Serpents come only second to the Phoenixes. Just below me is Lady of Naga. She is usually the peace keeper of the High Council. Next; come, the Werewolf, the Merpeople, and Centaurs. They are the second level Councillors. After that is the Veela, and the Kelpie; they are the third level Councillors, and the lowest of the Mid Council. Everyone below that are the Curtea de Creaturi.::
When Sheka finally returned his attention to Harry, he almost burst out laughing at the look of utter confusion he wore.
::I don't think I'll ever be able to remember all that.:: he yawned tiredly and nuzzled his pillow, a small habit he had formed when he was little.
::Heh. You wish to sleep, Carus?:: Harry nodded, his eyes closed peacefully as he clutched onto Sheka's arm, snuggling into him like he was the worlds most comfortable pillow. He new not and cared not why he felt so content and …apathetic would probably be a decent enough word. He simply had no cares in the world, other than making his Amante happy. And with that thought at the front of his mind, Harry found himself drifting off to sleep in the arms of his Mate.
Several hundred miles away, Lord Voldemort was sitting cross-legged in a leather armchair petting the head of his Familiar with an amused grin on his lips, or lack there of.
"Hn, hn, hn..." his throat rumbled in soft laugher as he summoned a quill and parchment watching his old servant fall asleep beside his Arch Rival. "How delightful."
Harry: Oh my gods I HATE DUMBLEDORE! HATE, HATE, HATE! Don't you hate him? I hate him. How much do you hate the Defender of Virgins? He interrupted smut! How DARE he?
Sheka: T^Tm i'll never get laid. waaaaaaaahhhh!
Lul well there we go. Harry gets a foreplay overload but doesn't get the best part. T^T do you hate me for that? Well you shouldn't because now I can extend the plot further and study even more and make the sex even better the next time around. YAY FOR BIOLOGY!
So how about that huh? Snakes have two thingys. Whoda thought? I LOVE WHOEVER INVENTED SNAKES! THEY ARE THE ULTIMATE DOUBLE PENETRATIORS OF THE WORLD! Woot!
Wow this chapter took sooo much thought. I had to study an ass load for this and on top of that analyse a timeline that would work for this. I almost went completely off the deep end with this story twice and had to fight my creative spur-of-the-moment-ness tooth and nail to keep from mussing this up. All in all I rather like the outcome. Tell me what you think.