Hello all!

Welcome to the next chapter. There is only one more after this one. Thank you to all that are reading. I got a question from a reader, BloodyRoses, and figured that I would answer here. I describe Draco as black and silver because Black Mamba snakes are a combination of black and silver. Each snake can have a different amount of colors, but the inside of the snake's mouth is black, which is one of the reason's why the snakes got their name. Hope that helps!

No warning for this chapter.. I think. ;)

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this writing.

Harry groaned and rolled his head to the side only to smack right into the headboard that he was resting his head on. "What the fuck?" Harry moaned as he opened his eyes and blinked rapidly; the sunlight that was streaming in from his window was killing his eyes and his head. What happened? Did I get drunk and pass out? Harry asked himself as he looked around his small room at his Aunt's house; there was no alcohol that he could see in the vicinity of the room. Harry moaned out loud and closed his eyes bringing a hand up to rub at his face.

"Bloody hell," Harry moaned in pain. His whole body hurt for some reason, and his neck had this awful creak in it from the way that he had been sleeping. "I am never sleeping upright ever again. Worst decision of my life," Harry said out loud to himself as he tried to get the crick out of his neck with a groan with a massage. He paused in his movements when he realized that something heavy was in his lap. And this something was way too heavy to be a snake. Did I have sex with someone? Harry didn't want to open his eyes; he didn't want to see the damage done or who he had fucked or let fuck him. Harry assumed that he fucked them though; it wasn't often that he let someone fuck him. It was a control thing.

Harry slowly opened his eyes after taking a deep breath and looked down. He blinked. And then blinked again thinking that his eyes were deceiving him and brought up his hands to rub at his eyes, but when he reopened them, it was still the same thing. What the bloody hell? Harry blinked again and frowned when he realized that he was in fact seeing something real when he lightly poked the person in the face and came in contact with solid flesh. He really did have Draco Malfoy in his lap. Sound asleep and drooling right next to Harry's cock. In fact, it looked like Draco was almost sucking his balls with each breathe, he was so damn close to Harry's cock. And now that he thought about it, Harry was pretty sure that he could feel a line of drool traveling down his thigh muscle. That was kind of disgusting. And he wasn't freaking out about it which was weird. Why wasn't he freaking out about this? He didn't even know where in the hell Draco had come from. Harry knew that he only other living creature in the room was Dexter. Wait! Where the hell is Dexter? Harry screeched to himself as he flung himself up, dislodging Draco from his place in Harry's lap in the process.

"Dexter?" Harry said frantically out loud as he started scrounging around the room for his snake mate and completely forgetting about a disheveled looking Draco on his bed with a line of drool running down his chin. "Dexter? Where are you? You can come out now. I am sorry that I forgot to…Err… Feed you, but it won't happen again. You can have as much of my semen as you need. Just come out! Please!" Aunt Petunia is going to freak out if she finds him before me.

Harry froze when he heard a snort from behind him and then a rustle of sheets. Harry had forgotten that Draco Malfoy was somehow in his room. This is just fucking perfect! I have to find a runaway snake and deal with a Slytherin snake in my room. First find Dexter and then deal with Malfoy. Okay, good plan Harry. Bloody hell, I am losing it; I am talking to myself. Harry thought to himself as he looked under his bed.

"You lost it long ago, Potter," Draco drawled with his usually snarky arse voice. Harry chose to ignore it.

Harry threw some of his clothes and items that Russ had given him yesterday to other the side of his pathetic looking room. I really should try to organize this room more, Harry thought to himself since it was the second time in a span of half a day that he had to search frantically for something. "Dexter! Come here!" Harry exclaimed as he shoved some of Dudley's old clothes from the closet out of the way; truthfully Harry wasn't even sure how they had gotten out of the closet.

"The snake isn't a dog, Potter. He isn't going to come to you just because you called him. Use your Gryffindor brain for Merlin's sake," Draco drawled as he sprawled himself out over Harry's bed and closed his eyes again. Damn, this bed is really comfortable, Draco thought to himself as he snuggled deeper into the bed.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy," Harry said as he stood up and walked to his small closet only to start throwing random old toys and items out of it. Draco smirked as he looked around the room; Harry really was making a mess not that it hadn't been a mess before though. Draco, of course, could tell him that it was pointless to look for Dexter for Dexter was not lost or a runaway pet, but where would the fun in that? Draco laughed to himself as he heard Harry call for Dexter inside his head once again. Draco had to give Harry credit, the man certainly didn't give up.

Yes? Draco finally hissed back after Potter continued to call him. It was starting to get annoying. And Draco also wanted to go back to sleep.

Where in the bloody hell are you? Harry hissed back frantically and a little angrily. Draco watched with amusement when Harry stood up frantically in the closet and hit his head on a shelf with a curse. Draco chuckled to himself.

I am downstairs watching some fat whales eat some disgusting looking food. Dexter hissed back. They won't give me any though.

"What?" Harry choked out as he started to frantically shove stuff out of the way in the closet and fell down into a heap of random things when his foot got caught. "Oh god," Harry said as finally managed to escape from the confines of his closet and jog to the door with his stomach in knots. He was going to kill his snake. Mate. Whatever in the hell the snake was to him. Dexter was going to die a very slow and painful death.

"Harry not that I don't mind the view, but I don't think that your family would appreciate you walking out of your room butt naked, ya?" Draco drawled as he folded his hands underneath his head and smiled innocently at Harry with wide gleaming eyes. Harry spun himself around and blushed when he realized that he was about to run about in his aunt's house with nothing on but his birthday suit. Harry blushed harder and tried to cover himself, only to realize that Draco was not trying to cover himself up in any way; in fact, Draco seemed to be flaunting and pointing out his assets with a flashing neon sign. "Oh relax, on mate of mine, it isn't anything that I haven't already seen or sunk my teeth into," Draco said as he grinned evilly and waited for the line to compute in Harry's mind.

"What? Draco that makes…Oh bloody hell…You're…How…When…Great blazing balls of fire!" Harry exclaimed as he quickly grabbed his package and cupped it protectively with one hand and automatically turned so that he was shielding himself from Draco and those…Teeth.

Draco hummed to himself. I honestly thought that it would take longer for that to sink in.

You know that I can still hear you right? Harry asked as he moved forward and tried to swat at Draco's leg, but Draco moved it away in the nick of time. Harry's hand was still cupping himself and Draco smiled at that amused.

Don't worry, dominant, I am not hungry any more. Draco said with a leer as he stared straight as Harry's somewhat covered cock and licked his lips.

Harry managed to whack Draco on the head; Draco huffed and moved his body so that he was further away from Harry than he would like but knowing that Harry needed a little space to process all of the new information.

"We have a lot to talk about, Dexter," Harry murmured as he shifted on the bed and finally let go on his cock but moved his arms so that they were crossed over his lap. Draco rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

You could say that again, Harry.

"You godfather has been very worried about you lately; he would want to know what has happened to you over the past couple weeks. I thought that he was about to hex my head off he has been so fucking worried," Harry murmured quietly as he stared at his mate with a hint of distrust and confusion. The feelings coursing through Harry were so confusing; now that he was so close to Draco, he wanted to touch and caress every single spot on the man, but…It was Draco Malfoy; the very same boy that had made his life hell for years.

"Well then, we should bring him here then," Draco said neutrally. His expression closing down so quickly that Harry frowned at him and felt the need to reach out and try to comfort his mate.

I'll go find a knife then, Harry said as he stood up and wandered about the room looking for his pants from yesterday.

What in the world do we need a knife for? Dexter asked Harry a little flabbergasted and scared; memories of his father and Vold…The Dark Lord threatening to overflow into his mind as Harry withdrew a knife from one of his pants pockets. Draco didn't think that he would be able to keep calm if Harry cut him. In fact, the minute that Draco saw blood he was pretty sure that he was going to panic.

The only way to get him out of that damn dungeon is if one of his wards is injured so I need a knife in order to hurt myself. Come on Dexter, keep up with me here.

Draco sneered yet relieved at Harry in his head. Don't make me bite you. Harry didn't comment on the fact that Draco's comment held a lot less bite than normal.

You already have. Twice. Harry said drily as he walked around the room and made sure the door was closed and locked. "So which one of us is spilling the blood?" Harry asked as he grinned a little at Draco. Harry knew that Draco would never want to be the one that was cut.

Draco sneered at Harry and moved all of his limbs away from within the vicinity of Harry and his bloody knife. Harry didn't notice the faint trembles that had started to shake Draco's body when the knife had appeared.

"I guess that it means that it is me. Don't let me die from blood loss, ya Dexter?" Harry said with a little grin before placing the knife on his arm and cutting long and deep down his arm. Harry whimpered in pain before letting the knife fall down to the ground with a clank and splatter of blood droplets.

Draco gasped and sprang into action, "You goddamn Gryffindor! You just need a little blood not your whole body's worth!" Draco snapped as he grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the ground and pressed it against the long cut in Harry's arm. He had no idea where Harry's wand was, and he was sure that it wasn't within reach. So for now, they would just have to wait for his godfather to get here.

"Well at least he will be here fast," Harry said as he gasped in pain when Draco pressed harder on the wound to try to stop the flow of blood. Draco snorted but didn't say anything. There was nothing that he could say anyways. You stupid, stupid Gryffindor, Draco murmured to himself almost affectionately in his head forgetting that Harry could also hear him. Draco also missed the smile that spread across Harry's face as the black haired boy closed his eyes and moved closer to the warmth that Draco was emitting. Later they both would admit that it was just the mate bond that was making them act that way. After all, they would never willing cuddle closer. It was just a preposterous idea.

They both laid there, naked, waiting for their savior to show up and the fury and wrath that they were sure to have directed at them when he arrived. Draco swallowed and hoped to God that his godfather didn't tan his arse red.

Severus Snape sighed and sank back into the worn leather chair contently. A fire roared in the fireplace casting shadows that danced on the wall with ease, and a feeling of peace and quiet was in the house. Not that there was anyone else in the house to make noise, but every once in a while there would be a brat or two that would cause ruckus. Severus duly noted that he would have to invite his brats over one day soon otherwise they were sure to fuss that Severus forgot them. But Severus knew that they knew that they were too important and too big of pains in the arses to forget. Severus was just thankful that Draco had managed to get out from under his father's control; of course, he was concerned about where the boy was but Severus knew that Draco would turn up when he was ready. That did not mean that Severus wasn't worried about the boy; the longer that Draco was gone, the more and more concerned he was becoming. Harry, being the courageous Gryffindor that he was, had commented on it the last time that he had come over and Severus had almost hexed the boy into next week.

Severus was not a man to show emotion, and for Harry to actually be able to see the worry and comment on it meant that Severus was going beyond the concerned and worrying phase. There was nothing that Severus could do though; he had already tried all of the spells and potions that he knew of, but Draco had hidden himself well. Almost too well in fact; if Draco didn't show up in the next week than Severus was going to be having a word with Lucius.

Severus opened one of his favorite potions journals written by the man that had developed the original truth serum and flipped to the last page that he had stopped on. He always loved reading the journal and laughing at the stupidity of the man; Severus had made the truth serum so much stronger and better by changing the formula over the years. The journal was his favorite because it was so ridiculous.

With another sigh and a quick back rub against his favorite leather chair, Severus knew that nothing could ruin this day. It was his day to relax and enjoy. After all, it was Sunday and no one, not even Dumbledore, dared to disturb Severus Snape on a Sunday. It was his day off dammit, and he was determined to enjoy it by reading his favorite book, writing some ideas down in his journal, and not make any potions. At all.

Severus took a small sip of whiskey and with vigor that few and far from in between have seen started to read.

Due to my last failed attempt to produce the potion, I decided that I need to approach it in a different way. Severus thought that the man was an idiot for even saying that; of course the potion was a failure. You cannot mix dragon blood with that strong of an acid. Any respectable potions master would know that. Severus truly admired the man; he was brilliant, but only after many, many failed attempts. I would not accomplish anything by forcing the herbs to mix together, and the Monkswood may have not been the best choice for the base component. "Oh great Salazar Slytherin," Severus grumbled to himself with an eye roll. Severus thought that he maybe shouldn't find this journal so amusing anymore because he had read it so many times, but each time that he went to re-read it, it just seemed to get more amusing and funnier. I decided that some deadlier and more dangerous ingredients were needed, and set out to find them. "Oh cause that is just going to make it all better. Let's combine more dangerous components and see what I can blow up," Severus once again grumbled and sighed, "He is like a first year. I bloody hate first years." I first got…

A loud piercing alarm shattered the peace and quiet. Severus jumped up, wand brandished and ready to go and eyes wide and focused, before realizing that the alarm was one of the ones that he set on his brats that had the potential of being harmed in their homes.

"Blubbering bloody hell," Severus said as he put his hand on his pounding heart and tried to calm it down. Of course he ignored his frantically beating heart when the alarm started to sound louder which meant that he was needed immediately because the brat was in serious danger. "Of all of the days that this could have happened," Severus murmured and he sprang into action running to get his bag that was filled with healing potions and salves. Severus always went into these situations fully prepared; he never knew what had happened to one of the boys and he didn't know how bad their injuries were until he got there. He wished that he could set up a better way to know, but this was the best that he could do for now.

With a quick look around the room to make sure that he had everything, Severus prepared himself for the worst, grabbed his wand, and apparated away. He landed on the doorstep on Private Drive. Without even knocking at the door, Severus cast an unlocking spell and made his way inside. The use of the point me spell had Severus going upstairs and to a door that was shut and locked.

Severus took a deep breathe in to prepare himself for the worst, and opened the door with a quick shove only to freeze and gasp at the sight before him. His godson was lying, naked, on the floor with a bleeding Potter. Severus narrowed his eyes when he saw that Potter was also naked. He was going to murder the Gryffindor brat if he found out that Potter had been the one to hide Draco away for weeks without letting him know that his own godson was safe and sound, but regardless, he was going to kill Potter because he was naked with his godson. On the floor. Potter really needed more tact.

"You two better start talking," Severus growled as he stepped into the room and shut the door while glaring at Draco and Harry.

"Hi Uncle Sev," Draco said with a wide grin that made Severus want to hex it off.

Greg hummed to himself as he wiped the wizard's skin with an alcohol swab, "There you go, honey. We are all done. That wasn't too bad was it now?" Greg teased as he stood up from his stool with a shake of his hips and arse. He knew that the wizard in the chair was staring at his arse and wanted to give him a little show. It wouldn't hurt anything; it wasn't like the man was going to be going home with him or anything.

"No it was much more pleasurable than I thought that it would be," the wizard, whose name Greg had already forgotten, purred in a husky and deep voice. Greg grinned like a cat that had caught a canary and put the needle and clamp that he had in his hand from the piercing that he had just done on the wizard's cock in the sink. Greg had thought that the wizard was going to back out right as he clamp the head of the man's cock from the ashen appearance that the wizard's face had taken on, but he had pulled through in the end. And damn did it look good of Greg had anything to say about it. Which he did.

"It always is, honey. People are scared for nothing," Greg said good-naturally as he turned around and leaned on the sink's edge and leered at the man with a hint of lust in his eyes. Greg oddly felt the urge to fan himself from the tension and heat that was building up in the room.

"I imagine that it would hurt worse if it had to heal the muggle way though. One wouldn't be able to use their cock for weeks," the wizard said as he eyed Greg's relaxed posed hungrily.

"Which is why I healed your cock for you; I didn't want you to have any hurtful boo-boos. Besides, it was too pretty to leave all red, and I didn't want you to be in pain or not be able to use your cock. That would be a great disappointment," Greg said as he took a step forward then stepped back and reached for the door. The ominous sound of the lock clicking into place had the wizard scooting forward in his chair. "We should test out how pleasurable that piercing is too," Greg purred as he stalked forward watching the wizard eyeing his forming impressive bulge.

Greg grinned when he saw the wizard's cock give a twitch of life and Greg stalked forward like a predator hunting its prey. He had been having an itch lately, and this was the perfect way to get scratch at it. After all, Russ was being a bit bitchy lately and hadn't wanted to fuck Greg. He couldn't understand in the faintest idea why, but Greg didn't argue with the man.

"Clothes. Off. Now," The wizard growled as he stood up fully from the chair and stared down at Greg. Greg licked his lips and shivered at the dominant and commanding tone that the wizard had spoken in.

"Yes, sir," Greg whispered submissively as he reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt as the wizard leered at him. Greg smiled smugly to himself when the man became too impatient with his slow teasing and ripped the shirt off causing the buttons to fly everywhere in the room.

Greg moaned and arched his back when the wizard latched his mouth to one of Greg's nipples; Greg tangled his hands in the wizard's soft locks right as an alarm went off in the shop. Greg cursed and shoved the wizard away and quickly unlocked and ran out of the room to his desk. After hitting his knee against the edge and opening the wrong drawer, Greg grabbed the alarm that he had set to alert when Harry was hurt and ran out of his shop yelling that he was sorry and he would be back. The wizard stood naked in the open doorway as he watched the shirtless tattoo artist run down Knockturn Alley. He chuckled to himself and closed the door deciding that the wait would be more than worth it.

"Bloody hell…" Harry groaned as Snape moved Draco out of the way and knelt down by Harry's side. Snape removed the bloody, dirty shirt from the cut on Harry's arm and hissed when he saw the angry, bleeding deep cut that adored Harry's arm.

"Why you thought that this would be the smartest thing to get me here, I will never know. Why didn't you just send a message with a bloody owl or send a patronus? Idiot boy," Snape lectured as he motioned Draco forward to put pressure on the gauze that Snape had laid on the wound while he dug around in his bag for the correct paste.

You are an imbecile. Draco said again as he pushed a little harder than necessary on the wound.

Harry hissed, very snake like, at Draco. Do not lecture me right now, Dexter. I am your dominant mate and I will not stand for it. Harry said with a commanding tone that Draco knew he could not ignore. Immediately Draco backed down and showed his neck to his dominant mate. Harry nodded in satisfaction and moved his hurt arm a little to tell his mate to put pressure on the wound. Draco immediately pushed down a little, but no were near as hard as he had before. He didn't want his mate mad at him.

"I am still waiting for this explanation," Snape said as he finally found the correct paste and shooed Draco away so that he could apply it. Draco didn't go far, but rather leaned down and buried his face in Harry's neck with a whine. Harry did nothing to discourage the action, and actually moved his good arm to run a hand through Draco's blonde hair. Snape paused in his healing and watched them before narrowing his eyes and continuing on with the healing. He knew that the boys would explain when he was done healing Harry's arm, and even if they didn't want too, Severus would make them.

Severus finished with the paste and turned around to grab some more gauze. Mumbling under his breathe about idiots, Severus turned around and froze. Draco was gone. What the hell? Severus said as he looked dumbfounded around the room, but still his godson was nowhere to be found. Only a dangerous looking black snake that was currently curled up against Harry's shoulder who looked completely at ease with the whole thing. He looked content even.

Severus jerked as the snake moved. "Merlin's beard," Severus whispered, shocked, as he realized that the snake was Draco. And that was right about when door to the bedroom swung open with a bang as it smashed against the wall. Severus cursed under this breath when he saw Draco the snake hiss loudly and went into a defensive mode by coiling up tightly. Severus watched as Draco the snake jumped at the intruder when they didn't heed his warning hiss but instead stepped further into the room. Severus heard Harry shout now and go to try to catch Draco the snake, but he was too late and Draco had already struck his mark.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

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