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You Could
By WittchWay
Snape didn't actually fall asleep as he lay there beside Harry Potter, even though he was just as exhausted. Over the last week he had let himself fall into the same sleepless patterns of Potter… trailing the boy from St. Mungo's to the Aurors Training Hall and back to St. Mungo's. He would normally have placed a tracking charm upon the boy but bells would sound as Potter crossed the threshold of the Aurors Training Hall. Any non-Auror approved charm was strictly forbidden and with a little research they, the Aurors, could trace such charms back to Snape.
It wasn't Snapes job of choice to stalk the boy but someone had to do it. The Headmaster had said 'simply let him be' but Snape didn't agree with that line of thought. Someone had to watch out for Potter's well being and protect him from people who might wish to harm him, namely the wizard community as a whole and Death Eaters.
Snape shifted again trying to find a more comfortable way of lying but it was useless. The boy had curled uncomfortably close to him, begging to be held and touched, comforted. To appease his former student he slung one arm across the boy's shoulders half holding him. But that didn't mean he could sleep just as well, how could he sleep with this…him in his bed, his private rooms. It was all to close for comfort, everytime Snape moved Harry Potter moved closer and now he was dangerously close to the edge of the bed.
He didn't regret the boy being here…but he certainly hadn't thought of all the emotional baggage the boy would be bringing with him….the loss of a dear friend, another wasting away in a hospital.
And all this time all he wanted was the bond complete and Potter to go away.
Snape turned on his side, Potters head nuzzled against his arm, his face half covered with the length of his hair. Snape raised a steady hand to touch the boy's hair, long wisps of black draped into his eyes. The skin to pale for someone so young. Slowly brushing aside the hair, revealing the scar beneath. He had never seen it up-close, never really saw it at all. The boy had kept it well hidden while a student. Absentmindedly flattening his hair over it whenever he thought someone was looking at him.
The young man sighed again in his sleep, a warm puff of air hitting Snapes arm. The lips of the boy relaxed, peacefully, yet too red and dry, moving closer invading his space. Harry sleepily reached a hand out placing it on Snapes chest.
The magic in each of them bubbled closer to the surface. A tingling sensation moved along his skin causing the little hairs on his arm to rise.
Snape shivered. He could not lie here… with Harry Potter in his bed…he had half a mind to force the bond now and toss the boy from his rooms.
He looked again at the young man lying in his arms so peacefully, comfortably. Invading his privacy, his space, his life. Snape growled, he had been prepared to offer Potter anything to complete this bond, he would lie about love, place the fantasy of together forever, he was even going to be pleasant and accepting of all of this.
But he couldn't, he couldn't compromise who he was, this wasn't his fault, this was Potters fault that the battle had gone on for so long. That people were dead and now … only now when a friend of his own was dead did he come to his senses… 'A selfish little shit' in Snapes opinion.
Snape rose roughly from the bed suddenly angry with himself, he should have forced Potter two months ago to complete the bond.Not trying to be quiet he banged around the room pulling his black teaching robe on, slipping his boots back on. He had no need to be quiet. These were his rooms. Not Potters. Solely His.
He should never have let the boy leave the castle. He should have set Potter up in his own rooms down the hall from his while they worked out the needs of the bond. Should insist upon it now.
Snape headed down the hall toward his private sitting room, his robes billowing out behind him. But as he entered the private sitting room a large school size trunk was sitting in the center of the room with the initials HP on the lock. A very confused amber-eyed owl sat in a large travel cage. A single small box of miscellaneous stuff sat besides it.
His rooms of course were larger then normal rooms for he was head of Slytherin house after all but still they were his rooms, his private domain. All he had was a study, bedroom, bath, sitting room and a small kitchenette. Of course he had his classrooms, 4 of them and his head of house offices but still this was just too much…
The room looked claustrophobically small all of a sudden with boxes of Potters measly belongings in the center of it. The rooms were crowded enough without Potter soon to be interference.
Snape was not a neat man by any means. Piles of his private books and scrolls cluttered the room. Various research projects in varied stages sat to one side, not only potion research but for the Defense against the Dark arts class he hoped to teach someday. He also had several collections going on of books and antique sneakoscopes and small but growing collection of miniature cauldrons.
House elves having been banned permanently from his chambers after they had accidentally thrown away a parchment that had contained a formula for a potion he was working on. The fact that it had been in the trash receptacle is totally beside the point. All Potions masters threw away parchments they were working on in frustration when something didn't go their way... but once he had time to mull it over realized that trash parchment was truly what he needed.
But it was all to dark and crowded in these rooms, Snape turned and made a move for the door nearly tripping over Potters trunk.Snape caught himself before he fell, banging his shoulder on the door he had been attempting to open. Glaring down at the trunk and the bird perched inside, amber eyes blinked in a quick session up at him. Snape snarled and realized the class cloak was neatly folded on top. Snape grabbed the cloak and shook it out. The reddish green of the fabric blinked at him. Snape snarled pulling his wand, Potter would either bond or get the hell out.
Snape turned with a swirl of his black robes and marched down the hall toward his bedroom. The door swung open quickly, slamming into the stone wall of the room causing quite a noise when the wood hit stone.
But the Gryffindor on the bed didn't stir.Snape stalked up to the edge of the bed and gave it a swift kick. The frame shook.... Snape's magic crackled with rage, the occupant of the bed moved. His eyes fluttering, Harry Potter was caught between awake and sleep, not sure what had woken him.That's when it happened again, the bed shook the curtains and canopy above danced around him. Harry's eyes were fully open now.
"Get up" Snape hissed.
Harry sat up, a sleepy haze clouded his mind he wasn't sure what was happening. He was still clothed though his feet were freezing, his head spun, he looked solemnly at the bedclothes, Slytherin green and silver...oh realization dawned on him.
"Potter..." Snape snapped.
Harry turned his head looking at the man, wondering how long he had been asleep... however long it had been hadn't been long enough.
"...Yes?""You are not here to sleep..." Snape leaned closer his face inches from Potters, "but here to complete the bond."
Snape clasped his hands behind his back, "…We shall start the spell that will make you my bond momentarily. Hold the public announcement ceremony tomorrow and in the morning you will move to the guest suite." his voice was a mix of harshness and controlled anger.
"I assume you are done with this foolish notion of becoming an Auror. " Shooting Potter a disgusted look. "Now I wish to become Headmaster of the school. You will stay in the guest suite while we work on controlling the magic of the bond…. Once the Dark Lord is gone you are free to go. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes" Harry whispered looking at his feet.
Snape's head snapped up. He hadn't been expecting that answer, he had a whole speech prepared, a whole rant. Of course he was hitting Potter with this at his weakest moment, on the fall of a friends death, of an attack at the Burrow, another friend seriously injured.The bedroom seemed to darken and several candles flickered to life on the mantel, even though it was still mid morning. Snape moved closer, his body nearly touching Harry's.He could feel the boy shaking as he moved closer. The tremor reached his hand. He still wouldn't look at him.Snape was silent, a single finger tilted Potter's head up, the boy's eyes were shut, Snape had a sudden urge to touch the smooth flesh of his eyelids. The boys' face was pale and flushed, his lips slightly parted.
But he didn't touch the young mans tempting eyelids. He instead captured a soft earlobe between his lips sucking it into his mouth. Harry gasped, he had not been expecting that, he slumped into Snape as arms slowly came around him. A wet tongue licked the side of his neck nibbling it's way to his collarbone. Slim fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt gently stroking his stomach.
He let Snape guide him, laying him softly back onto they Slytherin green sheets. He would not fight this. He simply wanted this over with, wanted the bond complete and Voldemort death quickly behind him.
Snape slid down Potters body unbuckling the leather belt, the snaps on his pant parted but no hand made a move to touch him further. "Slide up on the bed" Snape said, his voice but a whispered breath in Harry's ear and then Snape was gone.
Harry's body felt cold at Snape's absence. He made no move to do as he had been told, his feet hung over the edge of the bed. Harry opened his eyes, the dark of the canopy loomed over head. The comfort and safety he felt this morning in this bed were gone. He just had to get this over with. Do as Snape said, he could start another life when this was over. At least this way no more harm would come to those he loved.
Snape was back with both of their wands, his professor robes were gone and his shirt was unbuttoned. He dropped the traditional Cloak robes on the pillow next to Harry's head and climbed up on the bed next to him letting his own boots dangle off the bed, their clothed legs touching. A tingle shot through both of their bodies. The air crackled with a powerful magic.
Snape propped his self up on one elbow, staring at Potter beneath him. Harry refused to meet Snape's dark eyes and then shut his own.
He heard a snort from his left. The touch of a body moving closer, the warmth enveloped him as Snape moved his body on top of his. A leg moved between his, a thigh pressed against his body's natural reaction.Lips ghosted over his, an affection he hadn't expected. His lips parted, moved in a mechanic motion and then shivered. "No... I can't " Harry panicked, struggling, pushing at Snapes chest, "Get off me… I can't".
Snape pulled back straddling Potters leg. Harry sat up to fast nearly knocking Snape off the bed.
"I can't..." he whispered. He was shaking, his face flushed and heated, sweat rose on his brow.
"I just can't...this isn't right. I don't love you...I just can't."
Snape gave a deep growl, "Damn… Merlin…." This boy would be the death of them all Snape muttered to himself, "Can you honestly say you've loved everyone you've ever had sex with"
Innocent green eyes looked up at him... Snape tried to shake from his head that Potter was only eighteen.
"Oh damn it Potter. You have had sex is that correct"
A shaky nod.
"…With a man…"
Another nod.
"…Then you understand it's just sex...a little spell and you're free to live your life...think of it as a one night stand once a year."
Harry shivered, right a one night stand once a year for the rest of his life... even if he lived with another he would always have to return here, that one infidelity for eternally.Snapes voice crackled, "I can do a disillusion charm on myself if it would help or Give me a few days and I can Polyjuice potion myself into some one else of your liking..." Snape offered, be damned. He would just have to explain to Dumbledore why the lace wings he meant to use for his arthritis potion kept disappearing, sadly it took 21 days to strain them and the last batch he had used to Polyjuice potion himself into mister Thomas. Which in his opinion had been a waist of time.
Harry looked down at his hands. Damn it, he just wanted this over with. He was silent sitting there. Snape straddling his lap. The warmth of his body so close to his. The curve of the mans thigh so close to his hands, to his fingers.
"...You can top if that would help." Snape gritted out.
Harry could tell it was against his better judgement to make such an offer, not that Harry didn't appreciate the offer but he didn't think it would help.
Harry lay back on the bed, his feet still hanging over the edge, he felt Snape move up his body adjusting himself. The mattress dipped as Snape moved off the bed, the cool air of the dungeons tickled his feet. A cold lotion was suddenly applied to the heel of his feet and rubbed in. It made his feet feel warmer, his legs quivered and a then a slight tingle in his groin.
He let Snape rub his feet for a while, paranoid thoughts crossed his mind, was Snape drugging him to make him relax, to force him to give in. Harry knew he should be mad if he was being drugged but hell it might be better if he was. He just wanted to get this over, complete the bond and to kill the Dark Lord. A hand traveled up his leg, caressing, stroking his jean-clad thigh. A hand fumbled with his jeans pulling them down some, "lift your hips." was whispered.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and did as he was told.
The pants were pulled down and were gone, dropped on the floor.
Snape move back up him. Their bare legs touching, moving against each other. The touch of the mans hip against his. A mouth sucking at his throat, collarbone, down his chest. Stroking his side, a nipple caught between tender lips.
Harry felt his body begin to stir, to react to such touches and acts. A normal bodies reaction to tender caress.
A similar boxer clad waist grind against him, Harry bit back a moan. Normal reaction... 'Just a normal reaction' he whispered.
Snape stopped, 'what the hell was this idiotic child whispering now'… Normal reaction...oh…damn it.
Snape stopped moving. His black eyes looking down at Potters closed ones. The boys' face pulled tight. Damn it…Snape dropped to one side of him.
Harry shivered, as the warmth shifted. "I'm sorry." his voice was low and soft.
Snape snorted.
"I'm ready…I won't say no…"
Snape opened one eye, "As tempting as that is I will decline at this time. I will not force someone… this needs to be willingly given."
Harry opened his eyes and then moved closer to Snape, hesitant, then moved even closer resting his head on the mans chest.
An arm came around his shoulders moving him closer. "I know Potter...I know."
Harry sighed, "What are we going to tell Dumbledore."
"I will be blaming this on you...of course."
Harry snorted then grinned. He wouldn't expect anything less.
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