Blood Bond

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Blood Bond
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Warnings for this chapter: Language and mild sexual content

Overall Rating: Adult ++

Pairings: Snape/Harry, Ron/Hermione (mentioned)

Author Note: Currently looking for a beta! If you’re interested, email me at oxymoronic_leader@hotmail.com

To all those who reviewed, thanks! I really appreciate all of your support. I also became aware of how many other vampire crazed fans of Snape and Harry fanfics there are. Don’t worry, I intend to bring all the traditional aspects of vampirism into my writing along with a few new ideas!

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Part II: A Slip of Tongue
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Harry placed shaking fingers to his face removing his glasses for a quick clean. His mind had been in disarray since Dumbledore had left. Poppy had popped in momentarily to check that everything was in order for his release. After systematically checking through, she had hustled Harry from the room, and it was then that Harry felt the full weight of what he had just agreed to.

“What about the other students?” Harry asked having remembered that he was not the only one.

“They too will be under close observation, Mister Potter. It was lucky that none of you were damaged too greatly.” She seemed to trail off before recovering with a stern look. “Mister Longbottom will be staying for the duration of the week as he was the closest to the fumes. The other students will be watched by all of the professors.”

Harry pondered for a small moment. He still didn’t understand why he was the only student who had to take up residence with another professor. Especially one such as Snape. Something didn’t feel right. Defeated, he dragged his feet on the way out of the door.

Snape had been waiting just outside, his eyes ever glaring from dark pools of malice. It took all of Harry’s strength to just give a faint smile in return. In his head, however, the scene had played out differently.

“You are to have your belongings in my office promptly after dinner,” Snape said almost indifferently. As it was assumed that no further instruction was needed, Snape gave a small sneer before briskly walking down the corridor, his robes shuffling behind him.

Harry could only gaze after him. Snape made his blood boil. He hated those dark eyes, that malicious sneer, and the way he felt around the man. He hated the man’s every being---the greasy git. But despite his anger, there was something, nothing he had felt before, hanging in the air between him. He put his hand out, as if he thought he could touch it. When not surprisingly he felt nothing, he tried to disregard the feeling and take off his own direction to speak with Ron and Hermione.

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“Hello mate,” Ron said looking up from his game of Wizard’s Chess with Seamus. Harry quickly glanced at the two Quidditch player collector cards on the table. It seemed this was a gambling match. Harry found a smile at his lips. Ron never won when it came to a gamble.

“Hey Ron,” he said not as enthused as the other. Ron seemed to notice this as his smile slowly faded and he turned his head as if looking for the reason for Harry’s discomfort.

“Where is Hermione?” asked quickly to deter from the question that seemed to be forming itself on Ron’s lips.

“She’s gone to the library,” Ron scoffed a bit to himself. “Seems that she’d rather look for books to read than spend time with me.”

“You two get into a fight again,” Harry said with a small laugh. It wouldn’t surprise him. The two were always at it.

Ron looked away from him, and Harry regarded that as his answer. Ron had always been a sore loser---both in game and love.

“So how are you feeling? Hermione and I went to check on you earlier, but the Headmaster and Snape wouldn’t let us see you. Dumbledore told us that you would be fine once you slept it out,” Ron said looking hesitant. “They seemed…to be having their own argument.”

“Well it seems that I wasn’t completely off,” Harry said almost to himself.

“What about mate?”

“Well as I was waking up, I could hear them talking.” Harry quickly resolved that he did not want to discuss this in a public area as he looked around at the listening faces.

“What were they saying?”

“I’ll talk to you about it later,” Harry quickly responded.

Ron seemed to understand since he did not ask any further questions. It was often that they talked about things that were not for the public ears. Harry was still questioning whether he had heard the headmaster and Snape right. It seemed quizzical that the two would disregard everything else as if it had never happened. Although, Harry reminded himself, it was often that he never knew what went on between the two in concerns with him behind closed doors.

After deciding that he would rather get the inevitable done with, Harry quickly gathered his belongings into the respective trunk, well really his only trunk. He spent the duration of his time thinking; his mind always seemed to redirect from complete anger of the entire situation to being utterly baffled by what that overwhelming feeling he had when he was near Snape. It hadn’t really happened before, though he knew that sometimes it seemed he would always find himself near the man without much thought to it. That was normal though. Snape was always looking to humiliate him.

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Severus Snape stormed into his personal quarters with murder on his mind. His senses were in overdrive. Fate did like to play a cruel joke, he thought sardonically to himself. However, he did not believe in fate.

Despite his every thought, the pure hatred for the spawn of James Potter, the pure audacity of it all sent him into a terrible rage. He slammed his large, finger-splayed hands down against the table, shaking the contents and causing a few of them to topple over. Harry bloody Potter had to be the one. He let out an defeated groan. All of his actions went against his thoughts. When he was near the boy, standing in that intoxicating air, he wanted nothing more than to possess him body and soul. After removing himself, he felt anguish and misery. Though, those were emotions he often felt on his own.

The misery he felt, however, was overwhelming and painful. It tugged at all of his better thoughts and sent him spiraling into an uneasiness. The stubborn side of him held strong. He refused to let himself find the boy and take him.

He slammed his hands once more on the table. White knuckled, clenched fists trembled on the wooden surface. It was all he could do at that moment as rage seemed to consume him. In a few hours, he would be forced to lodge with the insufferable brat.

‘Court him,’ Snape thought with a groan. He scoffed at Albus’s words.

He couldn’t fathom why he had tried to convince the man of having Potter stay and bond with him. He became entirely someone else when that intoxicating smell overtook him and consumed him within inches of insanity. He could almost feel the energy, as if feeding from it. The boy’s eyes, the slender neck and body left him breathing harshly, and again in his rage he threw several of the parchments that littered the desk.

“Absolutely ridiculous,” Snape said turning himself to face away from his previous anger.

“Retribution for my past actions, I assume. I shall forever live in misery,” he said with a slightly melodramatic sigh.

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“If he kills you, can I get your signed Quidditch book,” Ron said with a curt smile.

“Ronald, really, Professor Snape is not going to kill Harry,” Hermione said with a stern gaze.

“He might,” Harry said with a groan. “I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s done far worse.”

“Really, you two are so melodramatic. I’m sorry that you must stay with Professor Snape, but its for your safety. Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn’t have if it wasn’t.” She gave a small nod like a mother would give her son.

Harry took a small bite from his roast, but decided he was not hungry and pushed away the rest.

“Maybe he’ll just suck your blood and call it a night,” Ron teased.

“I’d rather he killed me,” Harry snorted his disgust remembering the ‘effects’ that vampires gave when they drank from their victim.

“Yeah, quite the imagery. I would rather die then hump Snape’s leg,” Ron said resolved. He made a slight noise and then gurgled, and Harry could not contain his laughter as Ron made a face as if he had just come in his pants.

“That is completely repulsive, Ron!” Hermione said standing from the table. “I will leave you two to your childish bantering. I, however, have much to get done.”

She walked off, her head almost tilted against her neck in her pure disgust with the pair of them. When she had disappeared from the hall, Ron turned back to Harry.

“Maybe she’s PMSing,” Harry offered with a small smirk.

“Or maybe she’s just as she normally is…” Ron shook his head and put his chin in his palm.

“So what are you going to do? I can’t believe Dumbledore is making you stay with Snape. It’s any person’s worst nightmare,” Ron said with a small shake of his head.

“Believe me, I’m not happy about it.”

“Maybe it should have been Malfoy. He would have gladly humped Snape’s leg.” Ron turned to look at Draco Malfoy who returned the look with a sneer. The two of them burst into laughter. The brown-nose, teacher’s pet would certainly beg Snape to suck the life from him.

“ ‘Oh Professor, please…please take me!’” Ron made a face, batting his eyelashes like a girl and pursing his lips.

Harry laughed at the display and couldn’t help the image of Malfoy groveling to Snape to take him. It was too vivid and he repulsed back.

“No more,” Harry said with a shake of his hand. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“So what will you do mate?” Ron asked again.

Harry shrugged, “Not much I can do.”


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After dinner, Harry made his way towards the dungeon. He had shrunk his trunk and put it in his front pocket. Momentarily, he thanked the world for magic. He was sure that soon he would hate the world for it.

Occulmency was the last thing he’d like to continue at this point. Snape lost his patience too easily and Harry was forced, time and time again, to share personal information about himself with the greasy git. Snape was merciless when it came down to the training. Harry would rather take the Crutasious Curse then continue the Occulmency lessons once more.

When he walked into the dark room, he was greeted by Snape with a sneer.

“Ah, the Headmaster’s Golden Boy finally arrives,” Snape said with sarcasm dripping from every word. “So good of you to finally arrive.”

Harry bit his tongue at the retort forming in his throat. He’d rather not have to deal with Snape’s rage tonight. All he wanted was to lay down and sleep forever. Of course, he never believed that Snape would allow him to have that satisfaction.

“Follow me,” Snape said leading him from the room to a painting not much farther down the corridor. After whispering something, Harry guessed the pass into the room, he stepped inside. Harry followed, his feet not wanting to by his mind forcing them to. He kept his eyes to the floor, deciding it was best not to look around at the risk of actually being forced to realize where they were.

“Oh stop your moping Potter,” Snape said as they arrived in what looked to be the main living area. Harry looked up from where he had been staring. The feeling he had felt before was there again. He closed his eyes, trying to force the sensation away. Snape seemed to stop as well. Neither one spoke for several minutes.

Snape walked quickly to a door on the right. “This will be your room for the time being. You are not to go into any of the other rooms, is that clear, Potter?”

Harry could only nod in reply. He didn’t trust his voice. He could feel the anger boil beneath.

“I do not expect your insufferable mind to wrap around this concept, but let me remind you. You are staying in my personal quarters. Only with permission may you touch anything. I will expect you to keep yourself scarce as it is not my opinion you should be here at all. However, if you are to feel something that seems off, I would ask you inform me as it might be an effect of the potion. Otherwise, I expect you to never bother me. You are to be here at least thirty minutes prior to curfew with no exceptions. No one is to know that you are staying here.” Snape stopped for a moment and then after perceiving that Harry was following, continued.

“If you require anything, you may let the house elf know,” Snape finished and then made to leave the room.

“Sir?”

“What Potter?”

“When are we going to start the lessons?” Harry asked even though his mind protested.

“You are to begin the lessons this weekend, and I will instruct further as it gets closer to that time. If you are quite done, I have things to attend to.” With that Snape left the room.

Harry sighed in relief. The man was absolutely infuriating. He didn’t understand the feeling he got around him, but he knew he did not want to be near him any longer. He was going to be miserable for the next two weeks; Snape would see to that, he was sure.

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When Harry had finally unpacked, he found himself surprisingly not tired. He walked out of his bedroom, quickly taking a look around to make sure that Snape was not within sight, and when it was clear, he took his time to inspect his surroundings.

There was a corridor just down from his room that looked to have three doors in total. He wondered briefly what they led to, but quickly assessed the other surroundings. In the large expanse, there was a large antique couch splayed out right in front of the fire hearth. The mantel was surprisingly encumbered with all sorts of neat trinkets. Idly, Harry wondered if the man collected these unique, oddly shaped items.

Walking over to the other side of the room, it was covered from one end to the other in bookcases overly encumbered with books of all sorts. Harry had expected all the books to pertain solely to the Potion’s Master’s trades, but he found novels that he slightly regarded to be of the muggle world. His finger followed the path of his eyes as he read through each book title. It was something that took him several moments to finish just one level. He decided that it was enough for the night and turned his attentions to the rest of the room. Aside from the bookcases and fire hearth, there was not much to the room.

That was to be expected. Snape was not the type to decorate. An image of Snape dressed in bright colors holding a vase in one hand and a paint brush in the other came to mind. Harry laughed to himself. Definitely not the man’s type.

Suddenly, something caught Harry’s eye. He quickly walked over to a side desk and looked atop it. There was a small vial the color of blood. He picked it up, inspecting it for a moment. The vial was patterned with gorgeous gold decorations of flowers.

“Put that down Potter!” Snape said from behind him. He shuddered in his surprise and a hand quickly grabbed the vial from his grasp.

“Insolent brat! What had I said about touching anything without permission?!” Snape was livid.

Harry could only look at him dumbfounded. The feeling was back, but this time stronger. His hands felt scorched where Snape had touched.

“Snap out of it Potter!” Snape growled.

Harry quickly snapped out of his trance and felt anger begin to boil.

“I was just looking,” Harry said defensively.

“Its precisely that, Potter. You are not to look without permission. Is that so hard to grasp? I would have thought even a dim-witted child such as yourself could grasp such a concept.” Snape seemed to have a fire burning in his eyes.

“I am not a child!” Harry said returning the anger. “Don’t go getting your panties into a twist over some stupid vial!”

That had done it. Snape moved in on Harry, his face mere inches from Harry’s. He was backed into a wall and he felt his heart go into his throat as Snape leered at him through dark eyes.

“What is it that you said to me Potter?” His voice was unusually low, but it did not take away from his intimidating air. If anything, it added much more to it. Harry felt the weight of what he had just said to his professor. A dire mistake on his part.

Despite it all, he could not hold his tongue. “You heard me…”

Silence ensued. Harry could feel his body shaking terribly despite his stubborn mind. His body was giving in, but his mind would not. He could feel the hot breath mingle between them. Snape did not move, his eyes stung through Harry, willing him to surrender.

Harry stood tall; at least he tried to, but his legs began to feel weak and his heart raced in his chest. The sensations from earlier took hold and his eyes shuttered close. Within the moment, he felt hot lips attach to his. He was pressed breathtakingly close to another hard form and the kiss overwhelmed him.

Their mouths touched, pressing ever more into the other. A tongue forced its way through, hot and wildly licking at deep parts of his mouth. He could feel sensations he had never felt before racing through him, sending his skin into a rage and his heart shuttering painfully in his chest. His head tilted back, his eyes still heavily closed against the sensations that seemed to surround him. His hands clung at the robes before him, twisting and tightening against the several new elicit moans that slipped past his mouth. His lips felt bruised. It was then he realized the sharp point of two complimentary teeth and he pushed the body from his. He cried out as his lip was sliced and he held his mouth in his shock.

“Get away from me!” Harry screamed through the hand that covered his injury.

Snape turned around and quickly departed from the room to his own. Harry stood in the mere shock of it all, his legs shaking beneath him, and his eyes still unmoving from the spot Snape had just been.

What had just happened….

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End Note: Oh ho ho! The fun begins. So for those of you that wanted the relationship to take time, I apologize. I did my best to meet everyone’s needs. Next chapter is going to be entirely from Snape’s POV so more of your questions will get answered. I hope that you enjoyed and keep reviewing!!!!