Against His Nature

CHAPTER 33

Harry stared off into space. If he heard one more sentence about Draco’s sexual escapades, he was going to take himself off and beg for the dark lord to kill him. Hermione had been going on since the early hours of the morning, having woken Harry up just to tell him the ‘supposedly’ good news. All in all it wasn’t good news for Harry, who’d not only had to put up with graphic details about Hermione’s first time but now had the added pressure that within days Snape would be demanding the same of him. Silently Harry wished Hermione had girlfriends she could talk to this stuff about, having had little experience himself his contribution to the conversation had been limited to yes no answers all morning.

“…Oh and I didn’t realize it was that colour…” Harry threw his spoon down in disgust having suddenly lost his appetite for the creamed rice he’d ordered for breakfast. “Sorry, that just reminded me…”

“Can you stop.” Harry interrupted Hermione part way though her sentence, cutting her off and shutting her up immediately. “I don’t want to hear about Draco’s cock Hermione.” Harry ground out beneath his breath, so that he wasn’t tempted to raise his voice and announce to everyone who cared to be listening what Hermione and Draco were up to. “I’m a guy, I don’t need to know about that stuff. I have no interest in other men’s penis’, I have my own I have the displeasure of looking at everyday.” Harry muttered as he pushed his bowl of creamed rice away and settled on a dry piece of toast. Hermione sunk back in her chair a little looking rather miffed that Harry had reacted as he’d just done.

“I beg to differ Potter, but I believe you have a very great interest in one man’s cock in particular.” Harry choked on his toast, coughing and spluttering as his eyes widened at Hermione’s sideways comment.

“That’s different.” Harry ground out once he’d cleared his throat with a swallow of pumpkin juice. “And my names Harry, you’re picking up all these bad habits from Malfoy.”

“How is it different?” Hermione ignored Harry’s last statement and instead focused on the present argument, determined to find out why her best friend was acting like a prude. “You’d don’t know the first thing about having sex with a man Harry, I thought I was helping you.”

“Well you’re not.” Harry spat out as he rose from the table only to turn around and come smashing into a firm, familiar chest. Being so close Harry had to strain his neck up to properly meet Snape’s gaze, the elder wizard calmly staring down at him with his usual disdainful glare.

“Mr. Potter, Miss Granger I wish to see you both in my classroom before class.” Harry nodded as best as he could considering his strained neck. Hermione too added her agreement before Snape swept away from the table leaving Harry breathing heavily and his pulse racing. The elder wizard was practically leaking sexual magnetism and Harry shudder as the humming in his ears died down and a sweat formed on his brow. Hermione was staring at Harry when the boy finally regained a little of his motor function enough to bend down and pick up his school bag.

“Not the same is it?” Hermione muttered sarcastically as she followed Harry out of the great hall and down towards the dungeons. “You’ll be on your back screaming his name before you know it, and then you’ll realize what I’ve been talking about.” Hermione whispered as they reached the closed door of Snape’s classroom and knocked before entering.

Draco Malfoy was already sat down at a bench at the front of the classroom when they entered, and Snape was leaning against his desk tapping his fingers impatiently on it’s smooth top.

“Lazy stroll was it?” Snape barked irritably as Harry and Hermione took up seats beside Draco, while the elder wizard spelled and warded the door of the classroom closed. “Now as I was just saying to Draco, Lucius Malfoy is, as we speak, on his way here with the Minister of Magic and several Auror’s.”

“He can’t have found out already?!” Hermione choked as she glanced from Draco to Snape and then back again.

“Not about your evenings activities, Miss Granger no but he is in the process of ensuring his son and I are forcefully required to procreate.” Harry frowned in confusion as he watched Snape begin pacing back and forth past his chalkboard.

“You said he couldn’t force you.” Harry spoke calmly, his voice not betraying the panic that he felt raising in his chest, at the thoughts of Snape being taken from him.

“Indeed not, but under the ancient laws powerful family lines which have the potential to come to an end because the heirs have no intention of bonding, maybe forcefully required to mate with bloodlines of similar strength and standing, thus creating new bloodlines while still continuing the older ones.” Harry, Draco and Hermione were clearly lost and so Snape broke it down for them more simply, and with a much more sarcastic tone of voice. “Another words, being the last of the Snape family, I am obligated by law to join with a mate, who’s both of equal standing as myself thus chosen by the Ministry. Lucius has somehow convinced Fudge that the Malfoy name is just such a family the Snape’s should be connected with.”

“Bastard!” Draco spat out before any more could be said. Snape huffed a chuckle at Draco’s outburst the blonde, beginning to go red in the face with anger at his fathers scheming.

“Indeed Draco, your father wasn’t in Slytherin for nothing.” Snape continued. “It is now essential that we try and prolong the time before the Ministry demand something of me and Draco. Once I’m bound to Harry, there will be nothing they can do and once I’m consuming the inhibiting potion again your father can’t blackmail me Draco.” Draco nodded his cheeks still an angry red and his fists clenched in his lap. Hermione leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Draco’s hot cheek in comfort, and both Harry and Snape rolled their eyes as Draco’s anger immediately lessoned.

“Class is due to start, you better get into your usual places before the rest of the class start arriving.” Snape flicked his wand at the door of the classroom and unwarded to allow the rest of the students access. Hermione and Harry scurried back to their right desks at the back of the classroom while Draco arranged his things on his desk to look as if he’d been there only moments before the rest of the class came streaming in. Snape had composed himself into his usual manner by the time the class had filled and the lesson had begun.

Snape had set a task for the lesson and before long the classroom was full of cauldron smoke, foul smells and quiet chatter as pairs conversed. Harry was helping Hermione chop the next ingredient for their potion when he felt Snape come to hover over his shoulder.

“I want to see you tonight.” Snape whispered as he leaned over Harry’s shoulder pretending to adjust the boy’s grip on his knife. Harry shivered but kept his eyes on his work determined not to give them away.

“Isn’t that a little risk with ‘Them’ here?” Harry whispered back hoping that no one else was taking much notice of them.

“Perhaps but I need to feed and….” Snape trailed off and Harry felt a hand gently brush his waist in a very intimate gesture. “…I need to make sure you’re prepared.” Harry didn’t know what to say in return to that comment, hardly knowing what he was going to be prepared for. With a quiet nod Harry acknowledged the professor before the man was walking away from him having taken a very unnecessary five points from Gryffindor for sloppy chopping skills. With a sigh Harry glanced over at Hermione who was still continuing to chop her own ingredients, although Harry knew she’d been listening to the whispered conversation.

“Prepared for what?” Harry muttered watching as Hermione shrugged in silence leaving Harry to turn over the idea that he may have missed some fundamental issue in his mating with Snape.


TBC>>>>