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Sorry it took so long to get the this chapter submitted. It\'s quite long. I was going to try to submit a couple at once, but figured this would tide you over until I could get to some of the other chapters. Editing is a bitch.


Chapter Eleven


Time sped by over the next couple of weeks, and it was now time for the new year to start at Hogwarts. Harry sat with Ron and Hermione at the welcoming feast, his back against the wall so he could see the other tables, more specifically the Slytherin table and Draco, who sat cautiously beside Blaise and Goyle. He kept an eye out for trouble as the sorting hat sang it’s greeting song, then proceeded to sort the first years into their houses.

Albus then welcomed the new and returning students to another year at Hogwarts, warning . . . as per usual . . . about the forbidden forest being off limits, and Mr. Filch’s ever growing list of magical things that are not allowed on school property. He announced the new Head Boy and Head Girl, which unsurprisingly was . . . Hermione and Draco.

At the clap of the Headmaster’s hands, the tables magically became brimmed with food and treats, the students talking excitedly between bites as they ate. Harry got a few strange looks, as the only thing he took to his plate was fresh fruit, to go with the elven bread that the elves magically put on his plate. The friends around him just continued eating, used to his new eating habits, thinking nothing of it.

Harry chewed on his apple as he looked around the room, reassured that Draco was in no trouble yet. His gaze went to the faculty table to meet Severus’s eyes, then was interrupted by a school owl that landed on his shoulder. He reluctantly looked away from his mate to read the missive from Albus. He wanted Harry to come up to the office after dinner was over.

His arm was nudged by Hermione, who was sitting next to him, to get his attention. He looked at her, then to the Slytherin table, where she motioned him to look. Thomas Avery and Michael something-or-other from Slytherin were heading towards Draco with their wands drawn. He got up from the table, making his way over to Draco, the Hall falling silent to see what was going to happen.

“Is there a problem?” Harry asked, stepping between the two Slytherins’ to stand behind Draco, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“What’s it to you Potter?” Michael sneered.

Harry helped Draco to his feet, glad to see his wand in hand. “Just come to congratulate Draco on becoming Head Boy,” he grinned, a warning look in his eyes.

“Thank you Harry,” Draco smirked, stepping closer to him.

“Is he your fuck buddy or something?” Thomas asked, looking at Draco.

Harry put his arm around Draco’s back. “As a matter of fact . . . he is,” he said, leaning over to kiss Draco’s cheek, meeting his eye in silent communication. “Come love, you can show me your rooms.”

Harry then pushed his way between the Slytherin’s again, with Draco close by his side. He suddenly bent down, bringing Draco down with him as a hex went past their heads. “I wouldn’t try that again,” he warned, not looking back, but kept walking. The room was silent until the Great Hall doors closed behind them, then erupted into speculative gossip on what they had just witnessed. The two Slytherins were detained from leaving the Hall from their Potions Professor, who lead them to the Headmaster’s office to receive their punishment.


Harry and Draco went the long way to the Headmaster’s office, making sure the students that were roaming the hallways saw them holding hands, and occasionally leaning closer to each other to whisper in the other’s ear. Within a couple of hours the whole school knew that the two biggest rivals of their year, were a couple.

“So, if it isn’t the happy couple,” Severus said, his face an emotionless mask, as the two of them approached the large Headmaster’s door. He then silently led them through, and up the spiral staircase, not seeing the confused look passed between Draco and Harry.

“Harry, Draco, come in,” Albus greeted. “Tea? Juice for you Harry?” He asked, smiling at the two younger wizards.

“Juice will be fine for me too, Sir,” Draco grinned. “Don’t care much for tea.”

“It is rather bitter, isn’t it?” Harry asked, taking a sip of his orange juice.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Albus smiled. “Tea, Severus?”

“No,” Severus abruptly said.

“What was it that you needed Albus?” Harry asked, smiling when he sensed the jealousy coming off of Severus.

“First of all, I would like to congratulate you two on your new relationship,” Albus said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking? What made you do such an idiotic thing? Do you realize that the Slytherin’s will be after you now?” Severus exploded, not being able to hold it in anymore.

“No more than usual Severus,” Harry sighed. “I just thought that if everyone thought that Draco was my boyfriend, it wouldn’t look odd if we were seen together all the time.”

“You never think Harry. You put yourselves in even more danger now,” Severus said.

Harry felt the disappointment in him, coming from Severus, and began to rub his knuckles nervously as his claws came out. “I’m sorry Severus, but I’d do it again,” he quietly said, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Sev, it was a very Gryffindor thing to do, but I would feel safer with Harry at my side,” Draco said, giving Severus a look over Harry’s head. “He knew we were going to be hexed in the Hall, and he pulled us down to avoid it. If he wasn’t there, I’d most likely be in the infirmary right now.”

Severus noticed Harry’s distressed state, sighed softly, and took one of Harry’s hands in his. He gave a slight pull for Harry to come and sit on his lap, his head laying on his shoulder, his hand clutching the front of his robes. He began to slowly rub his back soothingly in small circles. “I’m just worried about you . . . about both of you,” he added, looking at Draco.

“I personally think it is a grande idea,” Albus smiled. “The two of them can look out for each other. Which brings me to the reason I asked to talk to you Harry. I have arranged new living quarters for you, next to the Head Boy and Girls rooms. You will have a separate entrance to your quarters that has a fireplace that will take you to Minerva’s rooms, Severus’s, and here if you need us. There is another door added inside that will lead you to Draco and Hermione’s common room.

“Why do you always condone what he does, Albus?” Severus asked.

“They’re only young a short period of time, Severus,” Albus smiled, knowing that Harry was able to look after himself.

“I can’t always help it, Severus. Things, just seem to happen to me,” Harry said, pulling up to look at Severus.

Severus reached up to brush his fingers over Harry’s cheek. “Just be careful,” he whispered.

“I will,” Harry smiled, snuggling into Severus’s arms again.



Draco and Albus continued to talk about the classes Draco would be taking, and the possible changes, so that Harry could be there with him, while Severus continued to rub Harry’s back. They smiled over at them when they heard a low steady purr coming from Harry, showing his contentment in being snuggled by his mate, then saw that Severus’s eyes were closed with his cheek resting on top of Harry’s head, holding the younger wizard close to him.

“We should go Harry. Hermione, Ron, and Blaise are probably wondering where we are,” Draco said, standing up.

“Hmmhmmm,” Harry murmured.

“And you can spread your wings out for a bit,” Draco added.

“Hmmhmm,” Harry murmured again, kissing the side of Severus’s neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

“Harry,” Severus quietly said, holding back a moan as he felt Harry’s teeth graze the side of his neck. “I need to go too, so I can check in with the new students of my house.”

Harry reluctantly pulled back. “Can I come see you later?” He asked.

“Come tomorrow after your classes,” Severus replied, helping Harry to his feet, already missing the warmth of him on his lap.

Harry left with Draco, leaving Severus with Albus. “He’s going to be the death of me, Albus,” Severus sighed.

“This is all new to him, Severus, as well as for you. There are some things that he may find hard to deal with, but it will help if he knows that you are there for him.”

“I’ve always been there for him. He just didn’t realize it,” Severus said, getting up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow Albus. Must see that my snakes aren’t getting into too much trouble,” he smirked.


Harry went with Draco to his rooms, then opened the door that led to his own set of rooms. He smiled to himself as he took in the burgundy, green, and beige coloring of his room. He opened another door, to see a king size oak sleigh bed, with a matching desk and dresser. Stepping back into his common room, he went to the large window, opening it wide to let the fresh breeze come in, sighing as he imagined how it would feel to soar high above the school towers. He turned to open another door that ended up being his bathroom, with a large enough shower that he could retract his wings in quite easily.

After checking to make sure his falcon, Nightwing, was okay on his perch by the window, and his belongings put away, he went through to the Head rooms to sit with the others for a while. It would be a busy day on their first day of classes, and they all just wanted to relax before they had to start hitting the books.


~*~


Over the next couple of weeks, Harry was kept busy with his studies, his training, and the constant vigilance of guarding Draco . . . not to mention, himself. There were the insistent hexes thrown their way, where they were quite easy to dodge with Harry’s heightened hearing. There was also an incident one morning when a package was delivered to Draco, who sat beside him at the Gryffindor table. Draco was about to open it, when Harry saw a dark cloudy red aura around the package, showing whatever was inside, was made of dark magic. He quickly pushed it away from Draco’s hands, then used Hermione’s quill to write on the package, ‘Return to Sender’, then used his wand to spell the package back to the person who sent it to Draco. They found out the next day from Severus, who had been summoned the night before, that it was a portkey to Voldemort. After that, Harry made sure to look over all packages and letters that were sent to them.

Harry was able to spend time with Severus a couple of times a week, slowly getting to know one another, getting over their misconceptions about each other. It had been a long time that he had fed off of someone, and his body was starting to feel the effects. The elven bread and fruit were sustaining him, but his body was beginning to tell him it needed more. It was that hunger that got him out of bed. He cautiously made his way through the empty school hallways, down the stairs, and out the front doors. He began to walk towards the quidditch pitch, thinking he would fly a bit, when his senses picked up an alluring scent. The scent of a highly aroused male. His heartbeat quickened, and his eyes darkened as he inhaled that intoxicating scent . . . just around the corner.

A warm hand grasped his arm, pulling him back against the stone wall. He turned to see Remus, his finger to his lips to quiet his questions. He tried to pull away, but Remus held firm. “Death Eater,” Remus whispered.

“Shouldn’t we catch them, then?” Harry huskily whispered back.

“One of them is a spy for us, Harry,” Remus whispered by Harry’s ear. “We don’t want to blow his cover.”

“Gods . . . but they smell so good,” Harry quietly groaned, turning his head towards Remus. “I’m so hungry,” he whispered, moving closer to Remus.

“Haven’t you fed from Severus lately, Harry?” Remus asked. Harry shook his head, and continued to look at Remus’s lips. “Why not?”

“We’ve kissed a little,” Harry replied, shrugging his one shoulder. “Geez . . . do they have to smell so good Remus?” He asked, stepping away to walk towards the amorous couple again.

Remus heard the low whimper coming from Harry, and saw his eyes darken with need as he pulled him back towards him. He brought his hand up to cup the side of Harry’s face, silently giving his consent. At Harry’s nod of assent, he pulled him closer.

Harry hungrily latched his lips to Remus’s, pressing his body closer to the welcoming heat. He felt Remus’s body respond to the kiss, the growing hardness pressed against his semi-hard erection, and deepened the kiss to take more what Remus was offering.

Suddenly Harry’s body was forcefully pulled away from Remus, who was looking at him dazedly. He growled and turned, his claws out to strike the one that dared to interrupt his feed. “Put them away, Harry,” Severus said, glaring at Remus.

“Severus, he needs to feed. Needs more that a quick kiss this time,” Remus said, not backing away from the glare.

Severus turned to Harry, his gaze softening as he saw that Harry’s eyes were hungrily looking at him. His body couldn’t help but respond at the raw need he saw in his eyes. “You will not touch what is mine again, wolf,” he warned, not looking at Remus as he took Harry’s hand in his, and led them to the hidden entrance at the side of the school. He felt Harry’s claws retract as he kept up with him through the darkened halls. Once the door to his private rooms was closed, he was pushed back against the wall, with a very hungry Vanteerian nipping and kissing his neck, writhing against him.

“Sev . . . I need . . . so hungry,” Harry panted.

Severus moaned when he felt Harry’s erection grind against his. He shifted his body so that Harry’s back was to the wall, then pulled back. “What do you need Harry?” He hoarsely asked.

“I don’t . . . gods . . . I need . . . ” Harry incoherently moaned, as he reached out for Severus again.

Severus turned Harry so his back was to his chest. He leaned in to kiss the arched neck, moaning against the rapid pulse as Harry grinded his bottom against his erection. His fingers hurriedly undid the strings of Harry’s sweat pants, to slip inside. “Is this what you need Harry?” He huskily asked by Harry’s ear, as he wrapped his fingers around the hardened shaft.

“Mmm . . . more . . . please,” Harry pleaded, thrusting his hips forward, while his hand went behind him to grip Severus’s hip.

Severus’s hand stroked Harry’s length, his thumb gliding over the leaking head. Harry leaned back on his shoulder, the neck exposed for more of his eager kisses. His other hand slipped under Harry’s T-shirt, up the quivering stomach to his heaving chest, his teeth nipping the side of Harry’s neck as his fingers rolled the nub of Harry’s nipple. At Harry’s loud moan, he ground hard against him a few more times, then was coming hard in the tight confines of his pants.

“Sev’rus,” Harry cried out as his hand went over Severus’s on his chest. He held on tight as his climax came upon him, his cum coating Severus’s hand.

“Feel better now, Harry?” Severus softly asked by Harry’s ear, tightening his hold on his chest.

“Yes,” Harry breathlessly replied, slowly turning around to face Severus again. He then watched, mesmerized, as Severus brought up his hand to dart his tongue around his finger. “What are you doing?” Harry huskily asked.

“Tasting you,” Severus replied.

Harry stepped forward and took Severus’s cum coated fingers, and brought them up to his mouth. He licked his lips, then tentatively brushed his tongue around one of the fingers. The taste was different from what he remembered from so long ago, he realized, as he slipped the finger into his mouth, sucking and licking the slim digit.

“Harry,” Severus groaned, his cock coming to full hardness again, imagining those lips on his body. “You need to stop.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” Harry asked, uncertainly.

“Merlin . . . no,” Severus replied, stepping back away from Harry. “But you don’t know what that does to me.”

Harry gave a small smile and came forward, placing the palm of his hand on Severus’s erection. “I can smell what that does to you, Severus.”

Severus placed his hand over Harry’s and brought it up to his chest. “I’m not going to deny that I want you Harry. I just don’t want you to regret anything we may do, later.”

Harry slipped his hand from Severus’s and backed up against the wall. “Why do you want me, Severus?” He softly asked, as he wrapped his arms around his middle.

Severus gently took hold of Harry’s hand and led him to his living room, nudging him to sit down in the chair by the fire. “I will be right back,” he said, smiling at him reassuringly.

Harry sat and gazed at the flickering flames of the fire. It was only a few minutes before he sensed Severus enter the room again. “Sev, I’m sorry for asking . . . ” He began.

Severus sat across from Harry on the ottoman, leaning over to kiss Harry’s apology away. “Harry, I know you have doubts. How could you not? We are going to talk this through, and so you believe what I say, I have some veritaserum here,” he said, holding up the clear potion vial.

“You don’t need to do . . . ”

“I know Harry, but I want all your doubts to be eased,” Severus smiled.

“Okay then,” Harry replied, “then I’ll take some too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Harry nodded, then opened his mouth when Severus opened the vial.

Severus gave him two drops, then himself, then waited until the tingly feeling went through his body. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Nervous,” Harry replied, rubbing the palms of his hands on his sweat pants. “Should we take turns?”

“You ask first Harry,” Severus said, reaching out to hold his hand.

Harry looked down at their joined hands. “That feels nice,” he smiled. “I like when you touch me.”

“I like touching you,” Severus countered. “What has been bothering you Harry?”

“Why do you want me, Severus? Is it because you can’t help it, because you’re my mate?” Harry asked, tightening his hold on Severus’s hand, not meeting his eyes.

“I want you because you are an amazing person Harry. You’ve seen and done more than any grown wizard, and you still manage to hold that innocence to you. It is true, that since you came into your Vanteerian heritage, I have felt drawn to you, but that is not why I want you in my life. For years, I have held a respect for you that I was unable to show because of Voldemort possibly finding out. When you began to train with Lucius and I, I saw determination in your eyes, and the way you moved . . . I loved the way your body moved,” Severus smirked.

“I liked the way you moved too,” Harry grinned. “When you and Lucius took your robes off and stood before me in your pants and open shirts, it was hard to concentrate, seeing how fit you both looked.”

“So were you attracted to me, or Lucius?” Severus asked.

“I’ve always been attracted to older men. I used to fantasize about you two, and Remus also. My fantasies kept me sane, I think. The ones with you in them were the best though,” Harry smiled. “Are you mad at me for kissing Remus?”

“I am not mad . . . anymore. I felt this incredible urge to throttle Remus for kissing you . . . ”

“So, you were jealous?” Harry smirked.

“Yes,” Severus admitted. “Is that the first time you fed off of Remus?”

“No,” Harry blushed. “The first, and only time, was in the summer. I had walked in on them having sex on the couch, and I was drawn to them. The creature part of me needed to feed. I was very confused afterwards, but Remus talked to me about it. And before you ask, I’ve never fed off anyone else like that. I’ve been getting small feedings from being close to people when they’re all . . . sexed up, but haven’t touched.”

“That is most likely why you felt so out of control earlier,” Severus softly said, bringing up Harry’s hand to kiss the knuckles. “I know you have needs Harry, and when you feel the need to feed, come to me.”

“I’m sure it would be no hardship for you, right?” Harry grinned.

“No, it wouldn’t,” Severus agreed, then smiled mischievously. “Have you ever ‘borrowed’ any potion ingredients from my private stores?”

Harry closed his eyes, trying to fight the truth potion, but couldn’t. “No,” he replied.

“Do you know who did?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Hermione in our second year, then Dobby in our fourth year,” Harry quietly said. “You have to promise me that you won’t punish them, Sev.”

“Maybe. What were they taking the ingredients for?”

“Hermione was brewing a polyjuice potion so we could find out if Draco was the Slytherin heir. Ron and I were polyjuiced to look like Crabbe and Goyle. Dobby took some gillyweed in my fourth year, for the underwater task in the tri-wizard tournament, so I can breathe underwater,” Harry replied.

“I am impressed that Miss Granger was able to brew such an advanced potion in her second year. She always was too smart for her own good,” Severus smirked. “I promise not to bring it up again. I couldn’t resist. Do you believe that I cared about you before your heritage now, Harry?”

“Yes, I do. Did you want to kiss me when you and Lucius came to the Dursley’s that day, when I answered the door?” Harry asked impishly.

“More than anything. The way you looked at me that day, made me want to push you back against the wall and devour those kissable lips of yours,” Severus replied, looking at those lips.

“I was told I was out of it for a few weeks after my change, and that you woke me up. How did you do that?”

“I touched you.”

“Is that all?”

“And I kissed you.”

“Where?” Harry quietly asked.

“Your neck . . . your back . . . ”

“Can you show me?”


Severus leaned over and gave Harry a quick kiss on the mouth before standing up. “Are you sure?” He quietly asked. At Harry’s nod, he led Harry to his bedroom.

“Will you help me undress?” Harry softly asked, remembering how he had woken up after his change.

Severus came forward to ghost his lips over Harry’s, smiling against them when Harry tried to deepen the kiss. His hands slowly roamed down Harry’s chest from his shoulders, over the T-shirt until he reached the hem, to then slip a warm hand underneath to glide over the heated skin of Harry’s back.

“That feels good,” Harry whispered against Severus’s lips.

“I love the feel of you Harry, the way your body responds to my touch,” Severus huskily said, as he felt Harry’s body quiver beneath his fingertips.

Harry grasped the hem of his shirt and began to pull it over his head, giving a soft moan when he felt one of his nipples licked. He threw his shirt to the floor, and reached out for the buttons of his mate’s shirt.

“What are you doing Harry?” Severus asked, smiling as Harry’s fingers fumbled with the buttons. “We’re supposed to be undressing you.”

“I want to feel you too, Sev. I’ve wanted to touch you for a long time,” Harry replied, smiling when he got the last button undone.

Severus closed his eyes as Harry’s shaking hands slipped in his now open shirt, the fingers exploring new territory. When the shortened nails scraped against his nipple, he pulled Harry into his arms, swooping down to lay claim to Harry’s lips. His hands slid down Harry’s lower back, easily slipping into the back of the loosened sweat pants, cupping the firm bottom.

Harry tightened his hold around Severus’s neck as he pulled up his legs to wrap around Severus’s waist.

Severus’s kisses intensified as he gripped Harry closer, their erections rubbing against each other through the layers of clothing. He slowly moved to the bed to lay Harry down, following him down when Harry wouldn’t let go of him with his legs. He thrust his hips forward as he used both of his hands to rid himself of his shirt, looking down into Harry’s darkening eyes. “Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down to give Harry a soft kiss.

Harry’s body was flaming for more of Severus’s touches, his kisses. He groaned when his mate pulled up off of him. “Sev’rus?” He asked, reaching out for him again.

“You wanted me to show you how I woke you up,” Severus replied, grasping one of Harry’s outstretched hands. “Do you still want me to show you?” He softly asked, kissing the palm of Harry’s hand.

At Harry’s nod, Severus placed his hand on Harry’s hip, guiding him to turn over onto his stomach. His hands ran down Harry’s sides, pulling the sweat pants down as he went, biting back a moan as Harry lifted his hips, invitingly, up to him.

Harry lay quietly, his body tingling expectantly, for Severus’s touch. He willed his wings out and let them lay flat at his sides, remembering how heavy they first felt. He felt the bed shift as Severus straddled his hips.

Severus leaned over Harry’s back, bracing himself with one hand as he ran his fingers through the sides of Harry’s hair, smiling to himself when a steady purr could be heard. “I found out that night that I was your mate Harry, the way your body reacted to my touch,” he softly said, stroking his fingers across Harry’s cheek, then down to his neck. He leaned down to lick and nibble his way down Harry’s neck, as his hand glided down the center of his back, between the wings. “Your body is so responsive to my touch,” he said, his lips barely skimming down Harry’s back. Harry pushed back against Severus’s erection. “Gods . . . Harry,” he moaned, pushing back. “You were moving against me then too. I came when you were pushing back against me, imagining what it would feel like skin to skin,” he huskily said, pressing his lips harder against Harry’s back, his hand at his waist to keep him still.

Harry moaned out loud as Severus’s hands slid down his hips, skimming across the quivering flesh of his backside. He felt Severus move down his body, then wet lips kissing his bottom. He spread his legs, for Severus to kneel between them. Warm hands caressed the back of his thighs, slowly moving up, the one hand slipping underneath his hips to palm his erection. He thrust his hips forward, his hard length pressed against the hand.

“How does that feel, Harry?” Severus hoarsely asked, his teeth nipping Harry’s backside.

“Good . . . so good,” Harry moaned, thrusting over and over again into his mate’s hand, then groaned in frustration when that hand was taken away. “Sev . . . please,” he pleaded.

“You came that night Harry when I touched you like that. I did too, just from hearing your moans and seeing your body writhing beneath me,” Severus huskily said, sliding his fingers over Harry’s backside, to slip into the crease, slowly moving lower to the tight entrance.

“Mmmm . . . Sev,” Harry moaned, as he felt a slim finger slowly slip inside of him. His hands gripped the sheets by his head as he raised himself to his knees. “More . . . please,” he begged.

Severus carefully slipped another finger in, slowly thrusting in and out to loosen the lubricated hole. He ached to be inside of Harry. The moans for more, and the way Harry pushed back against him, almost making him cum. He slipped a third finger in, scissoring them deep inside, as he reached for his wand with his other hand. He spelled his clothes off, and murmured a lubrication spell over his cock. Harry was well lubricated naturally, but he didn’t want to take any chances for his mate’s first time.

Harry raised himself on his hands, pushing back against Severus’s thrusting fingers. His head went back in ecstasy when Severus hit something inside of him. “Sev’rus,” he moaned, then whimpered when those fingers slipped out of him. He glanced back with lust-glazed eyes to see Severus kneeling behind him, then felt something larger than the fingers breach the first ring of muscle. He willed his wings to retract as he kept looking behind him, able to see the look of pure pleasure on Severus’s face as he slowly sheathed himself deep inside.

Severus held onto Harry’s hips as he took a few deep breaths, now fully inside of him. “Are you okay?” He huskily asked, looking into Harry’s eyes as he stroked his hand up Harry’s back.

“Yes,” Harry whispered, moving forwards, then slowly pushing back onto Severus’s length. “It feels . . . good,” he moaned.

“Merlin . . . so tight,” Severus hissed between clenched teeth, letting Harry set the pace. They both moaned in pleasure when Harry pushed back fast and deep. He reached down, wrapping his arms around Harry’s stomach and chest, then leaned back on his heels, pulling Harry back against his chest.

Severus thrust up into Harry over and over again, his teeth nibbling onto the side of Harry’s arched neck, his hand sliding down his lover’s stomach, to his cock. Harry arched his back as he impaled himself repeatedly on Severus’s length, his hand coupled with Severus’s on his cock, the other in Severus’s hair behind him to pull him even closer to his neck.

Severus felt Harry’s body tremble beneath his touch, and bit down onto Harry’s shoulder, as he gripped Harry’s hips to pull him down as he thrust up. Harry reached down to stroke his cock in time with the quickened thrusts from behind. He felt Harry’s tight canal grip him tight, pulsing around his cock as he erupted deep inside. He lay soft kisses to the back of Harry’s shoulders, as his hand slid over Harry’s cum-coated hand and stomach.

“Did I hurt you?” Severus softly asked by Harry’s ear, kissing the racing pulse at his neck.

Harry raised his hips slowly for Severus’s softened cock to slip out of him. He turned and kneeled in front of Severus, meeting his eyes. “No, it was better than I imagined,” he quietly replied, caressing his lover’s chest.

“You imagined it?” Severus smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry’s back to hold him close.

“Yes,” Harry shyly said, as he buried his face into Severus’s neck.

“As it is Friday . . . or Saturday,” Severus smirked, glancing to the clock next to his bed. “Would you like to spend the weekend here with me?” He asked, stroking Harry’s lower back.

“Right here?” Harry asked, pulling back to smile impishly at his mate.

“Is there anywhere you needed to be for the next few days?” Severus asked, leaning in to kiss the side of Harry’s neck.

Harry shook his head, then put his arms around Severus’s shoulders to pull him down, so they both lay on the bed, with Severus leaning over him. Severus braced himself on his one elbow, as he caressed the side of Harry’s face and neck. “I feel very lucky to be your mate Harry,” he softly said, as he placed soft kisses along Harry’s jaw.

“No regrets?” Harry asked, looking up into Severus’s eyes.

“No,” Severus replied, shaking his head, kissing the corner of Harry’s mouth.

“It’s going to be hard to act like I hate you in class Professor,” Harry grinned, gliding his hand down Severus’s side to his hip.

“We’ll just have to compensate when we can be alone,” Severus replied by Harry’s ear. “Maybe a few detentions,” he added nibbling onto the red love bite on his neck.

Harry arched his neck back, giving a small moan when Severus nibbled on a particular sensitive spot at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “I hope you’re prepared . . . ” Harry’s breath hitched, when Severus’s hand slid around to his bottom to pull his hips to him, “for me to really . . . really be bad in class,” he finished raggedly.

Severus’s hand pulled Harry’s hips closer against him as he trailed wet kisses down to Harry’s chest, mapping out the moan worthy spots for the future. He placed a soft kiss to the one nipple, smiling against the nub when Harry’s fingers tangled through the back of his hair to pull him closer. His tongue swirled around the nub at Harry’s whispered pleas, before sucking it into his mouth. He pushed his hips forward, his already hard cock, sliding against Harry’s. He couldn’t believe how bad he ached to be inside of Harry again. As if reading his thoughts, Harry’s one foot skimmed up the back of his thigh to his waist. He reached between them to position the head of his cock at the leaking hole, then slowly pushed forward into the wet, tight heat, as his gaze locked with Harry’s.

He thrust slow and shallow, while his fingers sifted through the sides of Harry’s hair, leaning down to claim the lips in a soft, sensuous kiss.

Neither one of them heard the door quietly open, then close a moment later.

Draco followed his father to Severus’s sitting room, both quiet after what they had just seen. “I guess I was worried for nothing,” Draco smiled, sitting down across from Lucius. “When I noticed his bed still made this morning, I knew he never came back last night. He hardly ever makes his bed in the morning.”

“I wonder if they realize what time of the day it is?” Lucius smirked, hearing the soft moans coming from the other room.

Draco stood up. “I’ll go to the kitchen’s and arrange for a late breakfast to be brought up for them,” he grinned.

“And I’ll let Albus know that the two of them may be detained for the next few days. Now that Harry’s bonded with Severus, they may be busy for a while,” Lucius smiled, stepping over to the fireplace. “Watch yourself son,” he added.

“I will. See you next weekend?” Draco asked.

Lucius nodded in assent, and then disappeared in the green flames to go to the Headmaster’s office. Draco opened Severus’s door, wand in hand as he looked around before heading towards the Great Hall to have breakfast. He was met at the door by Ron and Hermione who looked expectantly at him.

“Is Harry with Snape?” Ron quietly asked.

“Yes,” Draco smirked. “They’re . . . busy. Probably won’t see either one of them for a while.”

“You mean?” Hermione grinned.

“Oh yeah,” Draco smiled. “Do you want to come with me to the kitchens? I want to arrange for some food and refreshments to be brought down for them.”

“Dobby will be more than happy to do it for them,” Ron said, turning to lead them to the kitchens.

“A change of clothes for Harry should be brought down, too,” Hermione thoughtfully said.

“I doubt he’ll need them,” Draco shook his head, grinning crazily.

As the three of them made their way down to the kitchen’s, they never noticed that someone watched them from across the hall. The stranger never heard what was said, but they did wonder where Draco’s boyfriend was. He silently followed them.

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