The crazy frog is coming and everyone is jumping. New York to San Francisco and inter city disco. The wheels still are turning and traffic lights are burning. So if you like to party get on and move you're body. Can you picture a scary, hard-core, goth, bisexual guy singing this in the middle of his room? No? Then you haven't seen me in my room yet.
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"Damnit Lily, this wasn't what I meant when I said I would always try and do my best to take care of him," Severus said and looked at a picture of his first ever friends, Lily Evans turned Lily Potter. With a sigh he returned the picture back to it's on the mantel and placed a concealment charm on it.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Dumbledor beamed as he walked into the dark room.
"Yes, yes it is. I am soul mates with that infernal cat boy because of a promise I made to his Mother!" Severus snapped turning to face the old man in a swirl of robes. "And I have to deal with his mutt of a step-Father and his damn mate!"
"As I said, it's not that bad."
"Your definition of bad and mine obviously don't see eye to eye."
"Apparently not. I want to make it clear, under no circumstances are you to harm him," Albus said getting suddenly serious, the twinkle in his eye disappearing.
"He's my blasted soul mate, I couldn't hurt him if I tried to," Severus growled and started to pace.
Dumbledor merely sat down in an armchair and watched the Potions Master pace and think things through.
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Harry was silent when he was shown to Severus' private rooms, which was now their shared living space of private hell as he had lovelingly named it.
"You are under no circumstances allowed in my private lab unless I say other wise," Severus said and began to list off everything Harry couldn't do.
Tuning him out, Harry looked around the room and was surprised. There was not a hint of Slytherin colors anywhere, the whole room was done in tasteful crimson and wood tones, the carpet was thick and black and three over-stuffed comfortable looking crimson armchairs sat near a plush couch of a matching color. A fire roared in the hearth lighting the room and reflecting off the many books piled here and there and on the numerous bookshelves.
"Expecting a torture chamber done in emerald and silver?" Severus sneered surprising Harry.
In fact, that was exactly what he had been expecting, not the surprisingly cozy room full of books.
"Pay attention, I'm only going to explain this once. The spell Weasly butchered, awakened the soul mate bond and to put this in terms you will understand, basically married us without the ceremony or anything of the relation."
Harrys' eyes went wide. He knew only a little about wizard marriages. "That means I can only…"
"Have sex with me. And unfortunately that is necessary to complete the bond or there will be some rather unpleasant consequences," Severus sighed.
"What? Why?"
"The marriage bond must be consummated or you will literally loose your manhood and become a eunuch, personally I'd rather not face that fate," Severus snapped and rolled his eyes when Harry let out a small 'eep' and curled his tail around his own leg.
"When do we have to…" Harry trailed off and blushed, his ears flattening against his head.
"Just say it Potter, sex, it's a three letter word for gods sake!"
"When do we have to have…sex?"
"Within a month or it will be very painful."
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Harry sat quietly in front of the fire the rest of the night after Severus gave him a tour. He didn't know if he was going to be ready to loose his virginity in a month, he was only fifteen.
Severus retired to his bed after throwing a blanket and pillow on the couch for the-boy-who-just-won't-lay-down-and-die-to-save-Severus-some-sanity. He stripped out of his robes and laid between the soft sheets, quickly slipping off to some much needed sleep.
He had only been asleep for less than an hour when a soft knock on the door woke him. Grumbling, he slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of sleep pants before opening his door to see Harry standing there, pillow clutched tightly to his chest, tail curled protectively around his leg and his ears flat against his head.
Harrys' eyes went wide when he saw Severus' bare torso. Alabastor skin covered hard, defined muscles, the near perfect flesh was marred with numerous scars, ranging from the small to one the reached from just below the mans' shoulder down below his pants line. "I-I can't s-sleep, h-had a n-nighmare," he stuttered, trying and failing to look away from Severus' torso.
With a sigh Severus moved to the side so the boy could enter the room and gestured to his bed.
Quickly so Severus wouldn't change his mind Harry clamored between the sheets, close to the pocket of warmth Severus' body had created. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the mans' pillow.
Looking down at the boy Severus suppressed a grin, he looked so small and, dare he think it, adorable in the large sea of black silk. Carefully, so as not to wake Harry, he slid in between the sheets, a few feet away from his soul mate. Sleep claimed him as soon as he was hit with the soft smell of Harry.
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Longer than chapter one, better than the last chapter two I posted, notice how each chapter gets steadily longer than the last. I'm actually slowing down and giving information as I go instead of thinking you can all read my mind and understand what's going on. Anyway, review! I'm going to go to sleep now and have dreams about being ravished by Peter Murphy and David Bowie, good night lovelings, hot yaoi dreams await me in my sub-conscious.