Crimsion Kiss

Recap chapter 15

Draco sighed, looking at Harry and sitting on the edge of his bed. “Those rooms are for a creature’s mate. That’s why you have a password for them. And since I’ve been placed as your watcher, only I can know how to get in.” Draco smirked. “It’s for your own protection.”

Chapter 16

“What?” Harry gasped. “What do you mean my protection?”

“It’s nothing, really. Here.” Draco tossed Harry a small Honeydukes bag. “Your Chocolate Frogs.”

“Thanks.” Harry looked at the bag, still confused. “I’ll send them out with Hedwig tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow? The Winter Solace started today.”

“What’s that got to do with anything? The Frogs are for the stocking Christmas Eve.”

“Harry.” Draco shook his head. “Christmas is a muggle holiday. The only reason Hogwarts celebrates it is because of the muggle born students. Wizards celebrate the Winter Solace.”

“So… I’ve got to give Snape my gift tonight?” Harry asked. He was starting to panic. He was already nervous about his gift and now he had lost a day!

“Only one, you can still give him his Christmas present on Christmas. Remember that Uncle Severus’ father was a muggle as well.”

“I guess.”

“Come one, Harry, lets get your stocking and get this holiday over with. I’m sure Sev needs some cheering up after a week with just you as company.”

“Oh ha hah.” Harry glared as he got the two presents and followed Draco into the tearoom.

---HPSS---

Snape and Lucius were talking quietly, each on the edge of their seats as the looked up.

Harry was pinned by his mates gaze for a second before he smiled and sat beside him, Draco beside his father with the older men in the middle.

“Mr. Potter.”

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.”

“So!” Draco said happily. “Why don’t me and father go first? Here you go Uncle Severus.”

“Snape open the silver and sage green box, pulling out a rare plant Harry was sure cost a fortune.

“And Harry.”

He laughed as he was handed a bag of clothes and a large box of assorted chocolate truffles from Honeydukes. Next, Harry was given a small diary from Snape, who said it once belonged to his mother and should help him if he had any questions on Sirens.

For a moment, Harry wondered if Draco had told Snape what his creature was but then he remembered that his mother must have told him. But he still couldn’t figure out how Snape had gotten his mothers diary.

Harry pulled himself out of his thought as he saw Snape give both Draco and Lucius a set of books on the Dark Arts.

Now, it was Harry’s turn.

For Draco, he got a book on rare spells that were no longer restricted by Ministry law. For Lucius, Harry had a harder time but he had finally selected a book on powerful magic bordering on the Dark Arts that Draco said he didn’t own.

Turning to Snape, Harry blushed and sat his foot on the seat between them. He glanced at Snape from under his eyelashes and whispered. “Don’t you want to see what’s under your stocking?”

Snape took his time as he slid his hands under Harry’s pant leg and rolled down his red and white Christmas sock. He allowed his hands to caress the smooth skin, wondering if it was Draco’s idea to remove the hair from there, until he drew a long moan from Harry. Looking away from Harry’s eyes long enough to see his gift, Snape was surprised to see a strange design almost moving on his leg. Snape could just feel it under his fingers, returning the gentle touches he had given.

“It’s a spell, sir. Written in Parsletongue.”

Snape gulped, his hands still rubbing Harry’s legs. His eyes blazed with his desire, slowly turning solid black. “And what does this spell do?” His voice was harsh, heavy with lust.

Harry closed his eyes, his head rolling back as he felt Snape’s hands moving higher, touching the top of his thigh. Moaning, Harry explained. “It’s part-one of your present.” Harry bit his lip, trying to keep from crying out as Snape finally reached his aching cock. “Y-you’ll get the rest on Christmas…”

Snape smirked and leaned forward, his lips just a breath away from Harry’s when someone cleared their throat.

“Uncle Severus, shouldn’t we finish the tree now?”

“Yes.” Snape growled, causing Harry to whimper and press closer to his body. “We’ll finish the tree.”

---HPSS---

Although he was still trembling, Harry couldn’t help but admire the tree, it was simpler then at Hogwarts but he had never seen anything more beautiful. A gentle white and silver set of fairy lights, soft tea candles glowing at each end of a branch, and golden silk ribbons twisted around it.

All that was left was a few more decorations and the star on top. The bulbs were small, maybe an inch or two in diameter. To Harry they looked like they prophesy orbs he had seen in 5th year, but with golden fog instead.

Harry smiled, happy with the evening so far. Both Draco and Snape were handing him bulbs to hang, Lucius still sat drinking his brandy. When all the bulbs were up and it was time to put on the star, Snape asked Harry if he would like to do it.

“Th-thank you, sir.” Harry blushed as he allowed Snape to hold his waist as he stepped up. The star wasn’t very large, nor fancy, it was just silver with a gold fairy light it in the center. The star floated over the tip of the tree, never touching it.

A little short of breath from having Snape touching him so much, Harry slipped on the last step and twisted, falling into Snape’s arms. Their faces were so close that Harry could feel his breath on his face. Slowly, like Snape was waiting for Harry to back out, they drew closer, their lips barely touching. Harry gasped softly as he waiting for Snape to take charge of the too innocent kiss, his skin tingling with need. Realizing the whole room was watching them, Harry pulled back, biting his lip.

Lucius looked over his brandy as he sipped, an eyebrow raised at the scene before him. A glance at his son showed him smirking and holding back his laughs. He watched as Harry blushed bright red and hurried to his room. “Well, old friend.” Lucius teased. “That one still has some fight left in him. You’re going to have to work a bit harder if you want him. You have the Clans’ permission.”

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Christmas morning came much too soon for Harry. He was still embarrassed from two nights before and didn’t want to face anyone today. But he needed to give Snape the other half of his present.

Harry pulled on a light robe and went into the bathroom, thankful that he had taken a shower the night before; he was already late for breakfast. He walked over to the sink and the vial down that he had bought just for this. It was small, about as tall as his forefinger and only an inch wide, a light amethyst shade with two silver snakes wound around it. Taking out the cork, Harry sat on the edge of the bath.

Harry washed his left forearm with warm water and patted it dry. He picked up the dagger he had gotten at the last Hogsmead visit and brought it just under the bend of his arm. Squeezing his eyes, he pressed down and—

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Draco yelled.

“What?”

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Harry, if something is bothering you that much, you can always talk to me. Never think you are alone.”

“Draco, I’m not trying to kill myself!” Harry laughed. “I need some of my blood for Snape’s present, I didn’t want to cut off my finger.”

“A present?”

“Yes.” Harry sighed. “I’m so nervous that I figured I’d be better to get it from my arm because there’s less of a chance that I’ll make the cut too deep. I don’t want to damage my hand and then have to get Snape to heal me.”

Draco closed his eyes and leaned heavily against the doorway. “Here, let me help you.”

Harry allowed Draco to take the dagger and make a small prick in the tip of his middle finger. He hissed when the vial was brought close so a drop of his blood could fall inside. Corking it tightly, Harry stood up and followed Draco into the tearoom.

Snape was still waiting with breakfast, dressed in a white button down shirt and black slacks. He looked up from the paper slowly as Harry and Draco walked in. After the last few days, Snape was mildly surprised when Harry sat next to him.

“Merry Christmas, sir.”

“And to you, Mr. Potter.” Snape returned to his paper. A gentle tapping on his arm made him put it down again. He looked at Harry, his eyebrow raised in a silent question.

“Here, sir.” Harry’s hands shook, holding out the amethyst vial. “This is the rest of your present.”

Snape took the vial, his senses flaring to life as he reacted to the blood of his mate.

“The spell was called the Crimson Bond. That drop of blood will never run low. The spell will only stop working when it knows I’m ready to complete the… well... the mating. At least, that’s what the book said.” Harry paused, looking at Snape.

Snape was still looking at the blood, his eyes almost glowing in their hunger. Harry couldn’t blame him. Draco said wizard born Vampires didn’t need blood to live, but Harry was sure that a mates’ blood was powerful to the Vampire. Holding his wand to the vial, Harry whispered the Parsletongue incantation and watched as it filled almost to the top.

Just one look into the hungry eyes of Snape and Harry knew he had made the right choice.

A/N: Christmas is over! Next up, it’s time to return to classes, but did Harry really read all the details about that spell?