dead passion

A/N: ok I know I said this would be the last chapter, but it was too long and will take much longer to correct. Yes I really am that bad of a speller. So this is just one half of the final 3rd. do enjoy.

“Harry, at the moment you are pissed, completely gone and if we are to do this I do not want our first time to be a drunken fumble for you to regret in the morning.”

“Wouldn’t regret it, Severus,” mumbled Harry, trying to get closer to the man, pressing against his outstretched hand.

“You would Harry,” said the man exasperated. “Why would you want to sleep with your greasy Potions professor?”

“Because I think I love him,” replied Harry almost immediately.

Snape had no idea what to say. Saying nothing, a course of action that had rarely landed him in trouble, seemed his best option. Harry, because of Severus’ silence, felt the need to elaborate.

“You were a constant, Severus Snape. You always treated me the same. All the times when all I ever wanted was to fit in, there you were. No matter how everyone felt about me at that moment in time, you were never any different. I love the way you know your craft, that you care enough to risk your life to spy. I admire your courage and your wit. Your snarky replies always make me laugh. Everything about you amuses me and amazes me. I get this tingling feeling in my gut when ever you walk into a room.” Harry finished, no longer looking at the potions master, but at the floor littered with bottles in various degrees of emptiness. For someone so pissed, Harry sounded very sober and serious.

Severus had gotten a sinking feeling when the boy had started speaking, and it seems that the feeling had been right. The tingling sensation that Harry described running through his body sounded like a pheromone reaction. Vampires used them to insure the co-operation of their human mates. Severus couldn’t believe that Harry actually loved him or had similar feelings. This was the only explanation that fit, in Severus’ mind, but he didn’t want to uses them to trick Harry into an eternity of servitude. Although in most cases the human did eventually become a vampire, due mostly to the sharing of blood, the original vampire was always the stronger of the two. Severus had never heard of any vampiric relationship that didn’t have some sort of power exchange going on, it was always a matter of power and who had more.

“Does the vampiric side of me scare you?” Severus whispered, soft puffs of air from his words gently blowing over Harry’s skin, sending soft shivers and goose flesh running all over the boy. Severus knew that in his simi-drunken state Harry’s tongue would more than likely be loosened. There was generally truth in the bottom of the bottle, more than one person had said, and Severus needed this particular question answered.

“If it’s like that all the time, then feel free to suck my blood all you want,” replied Harry as he offered his wrist to the man again. Severus grabbed the boy’s wrist, remembering something, he started to pull up Harry’s sleeve. Suddenly aware of what the vampire was doing, Harry attempted to free his wrist, but he didn’t stand a chance with Severus’ advantages.

“And why, Mr. Potter, were you bleeding in the first place?” Asked Snape silkily, his fingers gently tracing the vertical scar that had just come into view.

“One of the cuts must have opened. Nothing pressing and you’ve already closed it.” Said Harry, trying to down play his act of suicide as ordinary and casual.

Snape didn’t go for it, using the arm still in his grasp to jerk Harry against him, turning his body forward in the same motion, until they were back to front. Face to back, Snape started hissing in his ear and occasionally rubbing the angry red line.

“Why kill yourself if you claim to love me? Has it all become too much for you? Do you constantly bed distasteful people as you wait for me to realise my mishap and bed you? Did you know if you’d come to me with this problem I could have helped. I would have bled you dry and had you enjoy every single minute of it. Did you ever think that while you cut your wrist there was a much more exotic way to go about it, a much more arousing way to end your life?”

Harry moaned, the word “arousing” having the wanted effect as Severus grabbed his crotch roughly.
“Just a single tiny cut and all you’d feel is my sinking into you,’ Snape continued, “You’d die coming, shouting my name as you expel your final breath. Now, Mr. Potter how does that sound? Do you want me to end your life in such a way? It’d be the most pleasurable experience of your miserably short life? Or would you like to live to defeat the monster we all know and hate? What will it be Harry? Death by my pleasurable hands, or fight to live, and perhaps win?”

“If you’re trying to get me to kill myself, Sevy, you’re doing an admirable job,” Harry gasped, the sensations of being firmly held against Severus’ body while having the Snape version of sweet nothings hissed nastily into his ear, was like a fantasy fulfilled. “Voldie-Moldy would be especially proud, but as I do believe that I want to live, at least for the moment. I want to experience many pleasurable moments with you, Severus, before one final time.”

They sat with Harry leaning against Severus for a couple of minutes, the latter running his hands through the now short white hair. Snape was just about to comment when he saw that Harry had fallen asleep in his lap. He carefully picking the boy up and brought him to his rooms, where he stopped; he and Harry had really connected down in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure if he’d be moving to fast if he’d put Potter in his own bed or bring him across the hall to the chambers he had given the boy. In the end the potion master opted for having his mate by his side as he slept, if only for one night.

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When Harry awoke, he noticed two things; that he was incredibly warm, which was unusual, and that he had a disturbing head-ache, which was unfortunately not as unusual.

“I vow never to drink again,” he said aloud, as he passed the extra warmth off as more blankets.

“Don’t shout,” mumbled a gruff voice beside him.

The boy let out a screech, the man gave a groan of pain.

“Not so loud,” the man snapped again. The warmth from his companion left Harry but just as quickly came back, pushing a vial into his hands. “Hangover cure. Drink it.” The command came in a low voice. That was all the explanation Harry got before his partner downed one himself.

Harry drank the vial, then wished he hadn’t, it tasted really bad, like something his Potions professor would make. The fuzzy events of the prior night came back to him in a flood of memories; his declaration of love to Severus, his revelation of his home life and his repeated insistence that they sleep together. Then they woke in the same bed, seems like Snape listened to him after all.

“Umm...Professor…did we do… anything last night?” Asked Harry hesitantly.

“Would you regret it?” asked Severus. Harry sat quietly staring at the ceiling, thinking, before quietly answering, “No I wouldn’t.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?” queried an equally quiet Severus.

“I left my contacts in last night; I wouldn’t be able to see you even if I tried.”

“You’re wearing…what are contacts?” asked Snape intrigued.

“A muggle invention.“ Harry explained. “ It’s a clear or colour plastic lens that you put in your eye that allows you to see clearly.”

“You stick it in your eye!” exclaimed Snape alarmed that the boy was poking his eye out.

“NO, no you put it right over your eye, here look. I’ll take it out for you to see.”

Settling back against the headboard Harry took out his contacts.

“Ingenious,” whispered Snape as he fondled the lens.

“Yeah, well, if you wouldn’t mind going to my room and getting the case. I need to change them.”

Snape got up and headed to the door, but then stopped and turned.

“Have you ever thought of magical optic surgery? I can do it right now, it will only sting a little. You will never need your glasses again.”
Harry took a moment before replying, undecided. But then thought screw it my glasses are only a hindrance anyways.
“Sure,” replied Harry carefully.
Severus did not mention that the spell wasn’t quite legal or even a wizarding spell. It was known only to vampires. Used by consorts so that they could have the same vision as their mates. It allowed humans to gain the same sight as a vampire. Severus decided that it would be best to not mention that at this point. What the boy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The Potions Master approached the boy, drawing his wand; Harry tensed when he saw it, and Severus noted his response and raised an eye brow in question. Potter seemed to understand because he replied.”

“Training.”

“I will not harm you, much,” Severus replied, adding the last as an afterthought. The spell would sting, that couldn’t be helped. As he said the spell in rapid Vampyse , a beam of yellow light shot from his wand into Harry’s eyes, leaving him gasping. Severus could feel a second heart beating as the spell worked.

“Wow,” said Harry looking around the room with new interest. “Is this how everyone else can see? I’ve been missing so much.”

“No, this is how vampires see,” said Snape a little hesitantly.

So far Harry hadn’t said anything about his’ being a vampire. Severus wasn’t sure how the boy would react, well react when he was sober. Sure enough the statement caught the saviour’s attention. “Vampire?” Questioned Harry, “Where do vampires fit in?”

Merely raising a brow at Harry’s antics Severus calmly replied, “I am a vampire.” Harry didn’t react the way Severus would have thought he would. He neither laughed nor gasped in surprise or horror. He simply simpered, “Of course you are, Sevy.”

It took Severus a moment to figure out that Harry was actually laughing at him, and while completely sober the boy had called him ‘Sevy’. The potion master growled low in his throat, an animalistic sound.
“Very well then, if you don’t believe me I simply will have to prove it.” Severus roughly pulled Harry on top of himself, then rolling them over, Severus quickly found his mate’s tender neck, he planed to make the boy writhe and moan, and he bit in. Truthfully, there was no need for something so extreme, Severus could have just reminded Harry to look at his wrist, but it had been a while since the vampire had first tasted his mate and he was starving for the crimson liquor.

A knock and a small gasp brought Severus back to himself. With some effort, he released Harry and rolled over, wondering who was at the door, as he sat up and looked towards it. He saw his younger sister standing in the doorway, blushing furiously. “Sorry, Severus, but I’ve come to tell you that Mother, Father and I have arrived. We’ll be in the sitting room, the one without windows.”

She shut the door quickly and pattered down the hallway; Severus groaned, having forgotten that his family were coming for the holidays-not that he’d actually expected them to show up. With all the excitement of his mate coming to stay, it had slipped his mind.

“Who the fuck was that?” Harry asked, still groggy from the feeding, and very bewildered. Severus had been feeding from his neck and the pheromones went right to his heart, causing it to beat a little fast.

“My sister, Agatha,” replied Snape, not really paying attention to the question? as his mind dwelt on other matters. He turned to Harry, serious. “Do you believe me now?”

“I do,” Harry replied, just as serious, then after some indecision asked, “can we do that again?”

“We will be doing that for all eternity, do not fret my Harry,” murmured Snape laughing, not really expecting Harry to hear, though unfortunately the boy did; with his bad eye sight, his hearing had become quite acute.

“What does that mean? Are you going to turn me?”

“No, you insolent boy; the bond will take of that,” the last was said as a whisper, one Harry didn’t hear.

“So, you’re a vampire?” asked Harry, trying to take everything in, “and you’re what? A day-walker?” He asked, more than a little miffed.
“Yes,” replied Snape stiffly.

“Your family?” He asked, making the statement a question.

“They are pure vampires, born of purebloods. My mother was a witch that slept with a vampire, so in truth the women is my step mother, and Agatha is my step sister Agatha is a full-fledged, as in our father and her mother were both vampires. We are the noble house of Snape, and we have commanded the respect and terror of the underground realms for centuries. We are next in line for the throne.” Snape said this with no small amount of pride, throwing on some formal robes as he did.

“Merlin, you sound just like McGonagall when she talks about Gryffindor,” complained Harry, still lounging about in bed.

“Harry come here, we need to find you some formal robes. If my family is here then they have brought an entourage. Now try on these green ones, they’ll do well enough.”

He passing the emerald robes to Harry, and watched as the boy put them on. As they were somewhat too large, Snape adjusted them slightly.

“They become you, Mr. Potter. Now let us go;” with a tight smile he pulled the boy out of the room.

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As they made their way down the stairs, Snape began to worry.

“Now,” he said to Harry, “I understand that you cannot possibly know vampiric customs. So please just keep your mouth shut, and let me talk, if you know what is good for you.”

There was a tone of warning in his voice and Potter just nodded.

“You might also see and hear some particular bits of information. I will explain these to you later.” The Potions Master continued, “You should also know that humans are generally looked down upon; they are thought of as lesser beings, animals even. When they interact with vampires they are generally submissive, you will most likely be subjected to such acts shortly.”

They had reached the parlour doors and Snape was just about to open them when he stopped and turned to Harry.

“And Harry, I do apologies in advance for my family.”

TBC…


A/n: please review I will try and get the next half up as soon as grammarically possible. And yes I know that grammarically is not a word. Anyways please REVIEW and enoy.