Kissing the enemy

A/N: Ok.. I have had a few people who seem to think the idea of a love heart on his wrist is a bit girly... It is not that big on his wrist... really and there is a reason for it... Mostly so Harry and Draco can poke a bit of fun... And let that fun begin.

"Hermione?" Harry's voice followed the knock on the door.
"Yes?" She called to him.
"Did you just feel that? I thought we were under attack, it must of just been a small tremor." He shouted from the other side of the door.
"Yeah I felt it, it sure was something, hey," She called back to him, eyeing off Severus.
The door handle began to slowly turn, Hermione threw Severus a panicked look, he just rolled his eyes and threw the covers over their naked forms.
"Dinner is nearly..." He was cut short when he realised Hermione was in fact not alone.
"Oh... I was not aware you had company." Heat rushed into Harry's face. He knew they would have been sleeping together but to witness it, it really did hit home.

"Anyway." Harry cleared his throat "Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."

It was at that moment he spied a small heart shape on Severus' wrist. Smirking he could not help but have a stab. "I see you two made up, I always knew you had a heart, Snape." And with that Harry shut the door and left the two of them.

Severus scowled, Hermione shot him an amused glance, he growled in return. "Bloody stupid thing." He fingered the tattoo on his wrist, wondering if he could vanish it with a potion.

"Do you have a dagger?" He asked Hermione, Hopeful.
"You are not cutting it out, Severus," She bit.

HG/SS HG/SS

Sitting at the table, eating dinner the four of them in silence. Harry kept trying to get a look at the heart on the man's wrist, as was Draco whom Harry, ran off and told promptly. But he was not giving them a look easily. He had his robes on and kept the movement in his hand limited. Hermione was shooting the two of them disapproving glances, and Severus was ignoring the lot of them. Finishing off his food he really could of went for another slice of roast chicken... right in the middle of the table, it would of meant leaning over and risking them seeing the mark.

"Could someone please pass the chicken?" He asked no one in particular. His request fell on deaf ears, growling he leant across the table, his sleeve sliding up just enough for them to see the heart. Draco and Harry both tried to keep straight faces, shooting each other glances, snorting trying too keep the laughter in they felt like spilling.

Hermione, whom was getting caught up with all the laughing had to breath in deeply and keep her gaze to the table to stop herself from bursting out in laughter.

"Hey Hermione, would you say he wears his heart on his sleeve?" Draco had tears steaming down his face as the potions master shot him a look of hatred.
Hermione could only keep looking at the table, her body shaking as she silently laughed.
"I always knew he had a black heart." Harry chimed in, tears too falling down his face.
"Just glad it is not gold. A heart of gold would not suit him." Draco, who was now clutching his sides and gasping for air managed to spit out.

The whole time Severus just sat there, seething. Hermione looked up too him, she could tell he was far from amused, his eyes on fire.
"Sorry, Snape." Harry wiped the tears of mirth from his face. "Could you find it in your heart to forgive us." That sent Hermione over the edge, she could not compose herself any longer, laugher ripped from inside of her. It was even funnier for her that Severus sat there, grinding his teeth and had nothing at all too say. He would let them have they're fun and get it out of they're system seeing as he had no known way to get rid of the damn thing.

"If he holds his hand out in front of him he can always follow his heart." It was Hermione's turn to make a stab at it. Both Harry and Draco laughed harder, Draco now on his knees on the floor.
"At least if he is undecided he can always go with his heart." Harry making another stab saw Severus now got to his feet and stalk out of the dining room, unimpressed and annoyed that he was the but of the joke.

"Ah come on, Have a show of heart." Hermione called out to him as he left the room. The three of them taking deep breaths trying to calm themselves.

HG/SS

Half an hour later Hermione finally decided to follow him, taking the time to let him cool off, although if she knew him and she did he was still seething.
Gingerly she opened the door to find him sitting on the edge of the bed reading an old leather book with gold writing on the front. The book had seen better days. He did not even as much as give her a glance. She sat down next to him, reading over his shoulder. He shifted uncomfortably, he hated people reading over his shoulder. She did not take that as a hint and kept on reading, he only sighed, resigning to the fate that she was not going to stop.

Heart Bound

Two people become heart bound when the love felt for one another is so strong their magic binds them to one another during the act of love making when the two confess they're love for one another.

Heart binding is a very old and rare act of magic, the two individuals have to feel a love so great that one could be brought back from the dead.

The heart mark that each is branded with is much more then just a mark. The heart mark can do a multitude of things.
First and foremost the heart can be used to bring one to another. If one individual is lost the other just has to hold a finger to the heart and they will apparate directly too the other.

The heart can also give an insight into how the other person is feeling or if they are in trouble.
A blue heart means fears

A red heart is anger

A green heart is pain

And a fading heart is the life leaving the other as they are dying. The paler the heart the closer to death.

It is also thought that if the lovers touch one another's heart sexual pleasure is felt.
The only way two can become unbound is when the other dies or the love that used to be felt is no longer there.

"Well there you go." Hermione now felt better knowing what had happened.
"Yes... there you go." He closed the book and put it gently on the floor lying back in the bed, Hermione followed suit.

HG/SS

Tossing and turning Severus could not get sleep to take over him, rolling over Hermione was sound asleep. Getting up he quietly tip toed across the room and opened the door gently. Heading down the hall way to the lounge room he was surprised to see the light on. Quietly he approached the door way, leaning against the frame he crossed his arms over his chest.

Harry was sitting on the floor, hunched over the parchment that still lay on the table from days prior. His hair a messed heap, knotted and wayward. His face only a mere inch from the page, quill in hand scribbling madly.
Slowly, Severus stalked across the room with the stealth of a panther tracking it's prey. He now stood above Harry, Harry looking up and jumped, almost out of his skin.

"Gee do you need to sneak up on people like that?" He tried to gain his composure again, looking back to the parchment. Severus sat on the opposite side of the table, reading over what Harry had scribed. His hand writing still as messy and hard to decipher as it was when he was a first year.

He noticed in capital letters the words 'I MUST DIE' written four or five times. It really was getting too him. The snake must die, the snake must die... Written on the parchment also.
Severus scanned over it for a few more moments, Harry had written,over the fence? And then a small scribble of a broom and stick figure riding it. Severus' lips turned up into a sneer.

"You do not honestly think you are going to fly over that fence, do you?"
Harry's sad eyes told Severus that was his plan. "I just do not know what to do. I am going to die, I can accept that fact now but I would like to go down with a fight. I am out of ideas and I cannot go on much longer with this responsibility hanging over my head."

Severus felt for the boy, he too had spent years as spy for Dumbledore, always thinking on his feet and having to make rash decisions. He knew the look of the worn down soul, the look of sadness, the tired look in his eyes told Severus he did not want to go on any longer.

"Look, Potter. We will work something out, soon. We already know we can get in there in a small space of time. We will work the rest of the details out later. You will have me by your side as you fight your way to victory."

Harry could only muster up a small smile before eyeing Severus off apprehensively. "Kill me," His words so softy and ghostly Severus was not sure what he heard.

"Pardon?"
"You heard me, Kill me now. Destroy the last horcrux and we will go in there fighting for the freedom of the world."
"Potter, as much as I love to kill you. In fact, it has been a dream close to my heart for some years I will not do it. Your blood will not be on my hands."

"Please."

"No."
"Come on."
"Don't Potter... the temptation is too great."

"Well do it."
"No, and I bid you a good night, Potter." Severus got to his feet and left the room, leaving Harry to mull over his death.
Minutes later the door way was darkened once more "Changed you mind?" Harry still scribbling on the parchment before him.
"Changed my mind on what?" Came the cool voice of Draco Malfoy.
Harry looked up and blushed slightly. "Sorry, I thought you were Snape."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"No I would much rather it was you..." Harry trailed off as he stared Draco up and down a few times, licking his lips absent-mindedly.

Draco caught Harry's gaze, holding it, almost commanding Harry to stare him in the eyes. Harry felt a hot flush run through his body as goosebumps covered his skin. Draco's cold grey eyes getting lost in Harry's green eyes. The two staring into one another's soul for a moment. Draco slowly sat down next to Harry, still not breaking the gaze. Harry reached a single finger up running it across Draco's cheek and brushing it across his lower lip. Draco's response was to part his lips and suck Harry's finger into his mouth. Harry shuddered slightly before pulling his finger from the wet cavern. He had always found Draco fascinating, intimidating and sexy all through the years at Hogwarts. "I have always wanted you, Potter." His tone almost cold and condescending.

Slowly as if both unsure leant in, their lips touching lightly, before Harry parted his lips, Draco took the opportunity to make a full assault on Harry's mouth, his tongue diving into Harry's wet inviting mouth.

A/N: Another chapter done and dusted. I could not wait any longer.. Draco and Harry just HAD to kiss but I am way too tired to keep going with the scene and wanted to get it posted up for you all. So I hope you enjoy this one! Hopefully something a little more exciting in the next chapter, yeah?

EDIT: Memory lapse... At 1 am I seemed to think Harry had brown eyes and not green... :/

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