Bonds of Affection

The following morning, Harry woke up next to Severus

Harry moved and winced slightly at the pain that was coursing through his backside. He could not suppress a quiet groan as he sat up. Severus opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

“Lie on your belly, and don't even think of moving,” Severus told him sternly.

“Okay,” Harry said agreeably, and collapsed on the bed face down. He parted his legs and waited, until Severus brought some sort of ointment, and slid a finger, lubricated with the substance, inside Harry's opening. The agony of being penetrated again, even with a lubricated finger was absolutely atrocious, and Harry bit into the pillow harshly, not making a sound. Soon, the pain subsided, and was replaced with warmth.

“Better?” Severus asked.

“Much,” Harry whispered contentedly. He suddenly realized that he was absolutely naked next to Severus Snape – whose body he had not seen as of yet. He also realized that he was shockingly undisturbed by it.

Severus stroked his back gently, fingers trailing along his spine, pressing gently down on each vertebrae. Harry sighed contentedly and relaxed under his touch. The hand caressed his back tenderly, traveling to his neck, and then, stroking his hair.

Harry smirked a little. “Bet you regret cutting it so short,” he said impishly. “Now you can't drag me around by the hair...”

“I can spell it to any length I want,” Severus said gravely. “It's a simple enough incantation.”

Harry glanced at him curiously. “I dare you.”

A quick spell later, Harry found his hair lengthen and fall all the way down his back.

“Interesting,” Harry mused. “Now what?”

“Put your hands behind your back, and you will find out,” Severus offered. His voice was terrifyingly soft, and Harry swallowed hard, even as he brought his hands behind him obediently.

He felt rope tying his wrists and arms together, and then, belatedly he realized what Severus was doing – he was braiding his hair, and weaving the ends of the rope into the braid, using the rope and his hair together to secure his arms behinds his back. Harry felt his heartbeat race, and he bit his lip, suppressing a wave of anxiety. Severus saw the look on his face and leaned to kiss his forehead.

“Don't worry,” Severus said. “I will not harm you.”

“I know,” Harry said. “But I'm still nervous... more than that night...”

“Would you like me to release you?” Severus offered seriously.

“No.”

Severus lifted him off the bed, and Harry stood in front of him, hands bound behind his back, exposed, and feeling completely vulnerable. Severus drew him close, and planted a kiss on his neck, biting down gently at first, then harder, suckling on the injured flesh. All anxiety gone, Harry moaned and laughed at once.

“Ah!” he cried out as hands reached his nipples and pinched them gently. Waves of pleasure radiated from them, traveling throughout his body, and reaching his groin. He felt his arousal stirring and blushed a little. Severus was littering his neck and chest with kisses and lovebites, and Harry found himself arching his body forward, even as his arms were struggling in their bonds behind his back, tugging against the harness of rope and hair.

Severus knelt before him, and with agonizing deliberation, kissed his way down to Harry's belly, tongue caressing the trail of dark pubic hair. Harry moaned shamelessly as his member began to throb. Tongue touched the head and circled around it, drawing a small trickle of precum from it. Harry gasped quietly and stood as still as he could, as Severus took him in his mouth, swallowing his entire length. Then, hands reached behind his back, and massaged his buttocks, the firm caresses reawakening the mild ache of last night's passion. The caresses of the tongue, the firm pressure of the fingers, and the tightness of the lips around his cock were building his arousal, and Harry found himself thrusting into the mouth in front of him furiously, without any thought to what he was doing.

Severus allowed him, even as Harry's cock was pressing against the man's throat. He groaned loudly as he spent himself in the warm mouth holding his member. Then, Harry stared down, mesmerized, watching Severus consume every single drop of his release. Done, Severus lifted his eyes and looked at him with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Potter?” he asked snidely.

“You could say that,” Harry whispered breathlessly.

With a parting kiss to his belly, Severus stood up and released him from his bonds with a single spell, restoring his hair to its former short length.

Harry sighed contentedly.

Severus picked up Harry's clothes from the floor and thrust the pile of it into his hands. “Go shower, and dress yourself,” he said sternly.

Harry grinned impishly. “Maybe I want to walk around naked,” he said with a smirk. “You know... to be perpetually sexually available and such...”

“While I appreciate the sentiment, I doubt Albus or Minerva will,” Severus said wryly. “They are coming over for breakfast.”

Harry snickered at that, and retreated to shower.

Half an hour later, Dumbledore and McGonagall Floo'd in, and Severus greeted them cordially. Harry smiled at them brightly as well. They ate breakfast together, talking about random things. Ron Weasley was home safely, but his memories of his visit to the Knockturn Alley seemed to be lost permanently. A team of undercover Aurors were going to the Knockturn Alley to attempt to retrace his steps. Hagrid was being investigated for keeping some sort of dangerous rare creature as a pet (Harry rolled his eyes at the news). Umbridge's office had been cleared out, Hermione taking the supply of Blood Quills to carry back to the nearest Ministry of Magic Offic

Shortly, the four of them moved to the living room, where Albus and Minerva sat on the couch, and Severus took one of the large armchairs. Harry grinned a little, and sat on the floor next to him, leaning against his leg and placing his head in his lap. Severus tensed slightly, but did not protest, just stroked Harry's hair gently.

“I don't bloody believe it,” Dumbledore said incredulously. There was no amusement in his voice. If anything, he sounded a little ill.

Harry snickered under his breath. He could tell that his show of submissiveness was vexing the Headmaster, and he enjoyed that. Just a little. Severus shrugged apologetically.

“It's been less than three weeks,” Dumbledore said dangerously. “Severus, do you honestly mean to tell me that the slave-bond is demanding so much already?”

“It's hard to tell what the slave-bond demands, and what we want as human beings,” Severus said calmly. “In fact we might never be able to tell the difference. With the slave-bond being... imperceptible.”

Dumbledore gave him an unamused glare. “I must say, I did not expect... this.” he said slowly.

Harry laughed out loud.

“Whatever you say, Headmaster,” he smirked.

Dumbledore gave him an odd look.

“Honestly, Headmaster,” Harry continued grinning broadly. “You put a sixteen-year old sexually frustrated insecure gay teenager high on slave potion, into care of a sadistic Death Eater... and you expect a platonic relationship?”

Dumbledore stared at him speechlessly. Then he opened his mouth as if to say something harsh, but Minerva McGonagall placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head slightly. Dumbledore nodded sadly.

“Harry,” Dumbledore said suddenly. “May I have a word with you alone?”

“Sure,” Harry agreed easily and stood up. Together, he and Dumbledore stepped out into the kitchen.

Dumbledore looked at him with concern.

“You must realize, Harry, I never wanted you to drink Voldemort's potion...”

“I think you did,” Harry said with confidence. “If you didn't, you would have locked your office better. Or, you would have poured the potion down the drain the day it arrived. But you kept it... you made it possible for us to find it. I think you wanted me to drink it. You just didn't want to ask me to. Maybe you felt too guilty about it, or maybe you wanted to make sure it was my choice... but I don't think you were all that surprised when we did what we did.”

Dumbledore smiled faintly. “If that's what you believe about me, Harry – what does it mean about your trust in me?”

Harry looked at him seriously. “I still trust you, Headmaster,” he said firmly. “And I believe that you care for me.”

“I do, very deeply,” Dumbledore said quietly. “Should something go wrong, would you let me know?”

Harry nodded. “Of course. But... it's fine. Better than fine, actually. I think I am ... genuinely happy.”

Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

“Well... I suppose it's a good thing,” he said, still sounding unconvinced. “Minerva and I will be going now. Stay in touch, please.”

Harry nodded silently. Dumbledore gave his shoulder a brief squeeze, and they walked back into the living room. A few minutes later, Dumbledore and McGonagall departed.

Left alone with Harry, Severus eyed him thoughtfully.

“Was the public display of affection truly necessary?” he asked unhappily. “Albus was rather distraught by it.”

Harry grinned. “I know. Serves him right. Old manipulative bastard.” He said it affectionately, but the pleasure at having annoyed the Headmaster was nonetheless quite genuine.

Severus lifted an eyebrow. “Mr. Potter, you never cease to amaze me. It's a pity you were not sorted into Slytherin.”