Standing Against the Tides

Last time I looked at my driver’s license, it did not say J. K. Rowling. Yep, it’s just me, an unpaid and unknown aspiring writer. The characters of the Potterverse do not belong to me and I am making no money from this endeavor.

A/N: Spoilers through OotP. As I am still in denial, I refuse to acknowledge the events of HBP or DH at this point.

A/N2: I am putting this up a bit early as we are traveling tomorrow to celebrate a belated Easter with family.

Unbeta’d as BabyGurl is busy with her own life.





Chapter 29 Bonding

These past few days had given Harry much to think about. Albus Dumbledore had betrayed them all in so many ways, Fawkes had bonded with him, Harry was now the youngest Headmaster Hogwarts had ever had, and he and Severus Snape were soul mates. All in all, Harry was sure his life couldn’t get much more surreal than that.

Of course, as he was a healthy teenage boy, Harry was now focusing much of his attention on the subject of his soul mate. Since the old man’s manipulations had been uncovered and Severus had been freed from the potions and the spells that had held him under Dumbledore’s power for so many years, the Potions master’s personality had changed significantly. Oh, the man was still exacting and his tongue was still sharp, but all in all Harry realized that he liked the real Severus.

So this led Harry back to his current problem. He found that he was quite anxious to finish the bonding with his mate, but the Potions master had been somewhat preoccupied and distant recently. The more he thought about it, the more Harry knew that he wanted the older wizard. And something in his magic was telling him to complete the bonding soon. Now, he just had to figure out how to get the older man to agree.


Severus allowed his shoulders to sag as he entered his rooms. Was it too much to ask that just a few of his students could care even the tiniest bit about the subject of potions? Tiredly rubbing his neck, the Potions master silently acknowledged the fruitlessness of his thoughts. Potions always was and always would be an under-appreciated subject for the vast majority of his students, and he would just have to continue to draw upon his own passion for the subject.

Sniffing disdainfully at his clothing, Severus decided that a shower was definitely in order. He was sure that Harry was still out with his friends and that he would likely have time to take care of any problems that might arise in the interim. He turned the multiple shower sprays on before stripping out of his heavy layers of robes and stepping into the cubicle. Severus braced his hands on the side of the shower and allowed the warm water to caress his body for several minutes before reaching for the shampoo. Lost in his thoughts and lulled by the soothing streams of water, he never heard the door to the bathroom open or the quiet sounds of rustling clothing.

“Severus,” Harry murmured as he stepped into the shower behind his mate.

The Potions master stiffened until he realized the identity of the intruder. Relaxing once more, the tall man turned his head when he felt the younger wizard nuzzle the side of his neck. Harry took advantage of that movement and reached up to kiss the firm lips of his lover. Taking hold of the lightly muscled shoulders, Harry pressed his body against the broad back as he deepened the kiss.

Groaning into his lover’s mouth, Severus managed to turn around before grabbing the smaller man and pushing him against the cool tile wall. Severus pressed a long leg between his mate’s thighs, allowing him to bring their bodies closer together. Hands grasped at his arms as Severus began thrusting shallowly against the firm body.

Harry pulled out of the kiss and leaned his head back against the wall as he felt the hard length press against his stomach. His own hips were moving of their own accord as his arousal flared. “Severus,” he moaned, “I need you. I want you to take me. Make me yours, Severus.”

Severus shuddered as the husky voice flowed over his skin. When had his student become a man, he wondered dimly as his body responded to the urgings of his soul mate. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as he pulled the slim hips against his. Strong hands kneaded the firm buttocks as he lifted the younger man up and encouraged the lean legs to wrap around his waist.

Gasping as his cock was trapped between their bodies, Harry clung to the older wizard as the hands continued their exploration of his arse cheeks. Long fingers dipped into the crack and gently stroked the puckered entrance. Shuddering as the tip of one of those fingers slowly breached the ring of muscle, Harry groaned and began kissing every bit of skin he could find. The sensations were unexpected, but not terribly uncomfortable. He had only a vague notion of what pleasures he was about to experience, but Harry was more than ready.

A murmured lubrication spell surprised the young man as he felt the cool slickness invade his body. Now a slender finger easily stroked in and out of the tight entrance. Sparks lit behind his eyelids as the finger found a certain spot in the narrow channel. Keening his pleasure, Harry could only hold on to the larger man as he was readied for their joining.

Stifling a moan, Severus reluctantly pulled his head back, even as his fingers continued to finger-fuck his lover. “No, not in here, not like this,” he ground out.

Green eyes searched the depths of the obsidian eyes before Harry nodded. Waving his hand, the young man turned off the water and another wave dried them both. Severus carefully pulled his fingers free and tightened his grip on the lithe body as he carried his mate to the large bed. Laying the slim figure down on the bed, Severus took a moment to drink in the sight. Long lashes half hid the bright verdant eyes and the full lips were even redder from their previous kisses. Lost in the sensations wrapping around his body, Harry allowed his hands to roam over his chest and drew attention to the decadent line of dark hair that trailed from his chest, over the tight muscles of the firm abdomen and then finally down to the nest of curls cradling the generous, erect cock.

Unable to hold back any longer, the man who had always prided himself on his iron self-control gave into his all too-human needs and lowered his long body onto his lover’s. Hands touched and explored while lips nipped and kissed whatever skin they could find. Hips undulated and leg slid along leg as the two men lost themselves to the pleasures surrounding them.

At long last, Severus summoned the small pot of oil and prepared his cock for its journey home. As he slid into the tight heat of his mate, both could feel the magic swirling around them. When Harry had adjusted to the intrusion, Severus began to move, thrusting in and out in a steady motion. As the crescendo built, both in their bodies and in their magics, Harry was helpless to do anything but hang onto the man he had so quickly come to love as their bodies met and became one. Finally, neither could take any more and as their orgasms hit, with Harry’s cock having gone untouched, and their magical energies melded into one. Waves of energy flowed over and around the men until the newly joined magics settled back into their beings.

Pulling out with a tired but satisfied grunt, Severus was careful to not crush his lover as he collapsed onto the bed. Distantly he felt the gentle brush of magic clean him before gathering the young man to his chest and falling into a deep sleep.

Sighing, Harry smiled into the chest of his soul mate and summoned the blankets to cover them as he prepared to follow his lover into slumber. ‘Brilliant’ was his last thought before drifting into pleasant dreams filled with dark eyes and smoldering kisses.


As the castle absorbed the extra energy created by the final soul mate bonding, the curious inhabitants paused in their activities and the house elves happily began planning a celebration dinner. Minerva smiled to herself once she identified the source of the disruption and Hermione promised herself a trip to the library to research magical surges. Portraits smoothed their outfits and suits of armor straightened in pride. The ghosts nodded to one another, silently acknowledging that their new Headmaster had officially come into power. Even Peeves stopped tormenting some first years and went off to his alcove to ponder the change in the air. A shift in the magical world had arrived.