Against His Nature

CHAPTER 34

“So you do understand why we’re doing this then don’t you Professor?” Harry stood in the corner of Dumbledore’s office, hidden beneath his father’s invisibility cloak. The Ministry and Lucius Malfoy had arrived at lunchtime and it had taken them most of the day due to Snape’s classes to get the man alone long enough to talk to him. Harry had snuck in behind Snape into the headmasters office, knowing that there was no way he was going to miss out on what the old bumbling idiot demanded of Snape.

“Of course.” Snape was doing surprisingly well considering what Fudge and Lucius were asking of him. Lucius seemed all together too smug as he stared at Snape and Draco sitting side by side on the couch in front of Dumbledore’s fireplace. Dumbledore hadn’t said much since the meeting had begun, but Harry knew the old man had seen him having acknowledged him with a nod of his head in Harry’s general direction. Draco wasn’t holding up to well, and on occasions it had taken a firm stare from Snape to have the blonde hold his tongue.

“Well then, I guess if you’re both agreeing to this then, I’ll give you a week to….” Fudge paused mid sentence to search for an appropriate word. “…Well sort out the intimate details shall we say.” Fudge smiled widely as if pleased with himself at securing yet another important alliance and heir, to swell the ranks of the side of the light. Snape merely nodded without comment and remained seated even as the Ministry officials began to leave. Harry overheard Fudge asking about him to Dumbledore, but the elder headmaster merely brushed the comment aside as he escorted the group from the room. Lucius still stood by the fire staring at his son and Severus.

“I warned you Severus.” Lucius whispered so that his voice didn’t carry to the others who were undoubtedly still chatting outside Dumbledore’s office. “I’ll inform the dark lord of your choice, he’ll be sure to be pleased with the alliance.” Lucius smiled the famous Slytherin grin that made Harry’s skin crawl with hatred. “Perhaps we should celebrate with a drink in your chambers?” Lucius inquired brightly as if nothing he’d done was even out of the ordinary. Snape didn’t acknowledge the comment and merely stood up, pulling Draco with him.

“No. Considering the circumstances Lucius, Draco and I have matters to discuss this evening if you’ll excuse us.” Snape moved towards the fireplace, Draco dutifully trailing behind him. Lucius followed both of them over to the roaring fire, and watched as Snape threw a hand full of floo powder into the flames. Both wizards disappeared in seconds leaving Lucius standing alone in front of the fireplace, a smug smirk still twitching at the corners of his lips. If Harry wanted to he could have killed the blonde right there and then, but he restrained himself and instead tip toed out of the room leaving the smug Malfoy behind.

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Harry took the long route to the dungeons. Despite his calm outward appearance in Dumbledore’s office, Snape was fuming and Harry didn’t want to bear the consequences of an angry, hungry vampire. Harry was sure the extra half-hour he’d given Snape would be sufficient time for the elder wizard to have calmed down. Still draped in his invisibility cloak Harry made his way through Snape’s classroom and into the Vampire’s quiet living chambers. Harry paused on the threshold of room to assess the situation. From what Harry could see there were several broken bits of furniture, glassware and paper scattered across the floor, a sign Snape had already taken his anger out on his personal possessions. The man himself was sitting in the armchair by the fireplace, his eyes closed, his head rolled back against the cushions of the chair and a large glass of whisky gripped firmly in his hand. Harry hesitated to announce himself, half wondering if Snape wasn’t still upset enough to injure him. The decision however was taken from him, when Snape shifted in his armchair and cracked open one iridescent blue eye.

“I know you’re there Potter, fear is a scent I recognize on almost everyone.” Harry sighed heavily and slid the invisibility cloak off his head, so that Snape could see him, or at least his floating head.

“Where’s Draco?” Harry inquired softly as he took off the invisibility cloak completely and hung it on the hook beside Snape’s door.

“Asleep in my bed, bottling up that sort of anger can exhaust a person.” Snape swilled the glass of whisky around in his hand before raising it up to take a long sip of its amber contents, the man’s eyes still closed. Harry took two steps cautiously into the living room, just enough so he could see past Snape’s bedroom door and into the room where Draco was fast asleep on Snape’s bed.

“How come Lucius didn’t know about him and Hermione?” Harry whispered still lingering back from the armchair he usually sat in when he was in Snape’s company.

“Records don’t get checked on a regular basis, there’s too many for the Ministry to keep track of since this new law came into force. The only time they get looked at is if there’s a query, and obviously Lucius doesn’t think his son’s relationship with the unknown girl has gone far enough for the Ministry to have a record of it.” Harry huffed a contemptible laugh and shook his head. Malfoy the great schemer had underestimated his own son’s willfulness. Snape found the irony rather amusing to although he merely smiled crookedly before taking another sip of his whisky. With Harry’s most pressing questions out of the way, the boy was left with not much else to say and so stood awkwardly behind the armchair watching Snape as he relaxed in his chair. Admittedly Harry had wanted to ask what Snape had meant earlier in the classroom about preparation but Harry thought that a little too forward in the present situation.

“You’re thinking too hard Potter, you’re projecting your thoughts all over the place.” Harry swallowed nervously, wondering if Snape knew what he was thinking. Closing his eyes Harry tried to clear his mind before he risked re opening his eyes again. When he did re-open them however Snape had opened his own and was sitting properly in his chair, his Whisky finished and put aside.

“Come here.” The command sent thrilling little shivers down Harry’s spine, the man’s voice forcing him to move forward even before his mind registered that his body had obeyed. Harry came to a stop in front of Snape’s chair his heartbeat raising a notch at the increased proximity between them. Snape smiled crookedly as he’d felt the change in the boy’s heart rate. It had been just like Octavia had said, the boy was needy for him, craving him and growing attached to him a sure sign the boy was already preparing for mating without even realizing it. Snape crooked his finger in Harry’s direction before glancing at his own lap. Harry knew what to do, and although he did it with little grace he climbed up onto Snape’s lap and knelt hovering over it, his face just inches for the professors. Snape inhaled deeply on the boy’s scent his lips tightening to restrain a sigh of pleasure that threatened to escape.

“So hungry.” Snape whispered against Harry’s lips as he flicked his tongue out to moisten them before pressing into a deep kiss. Harry closed his eyes as he parted his lips and allowed Snape complete access to his mouth, the man’s questing tongue caressing every part of the hot cavern. Despite the knee weakening kiss however Harry had remained steadfastly hovering above Snape’s lap, his thighs quaking dangerously as he struggled to keep himself from sitting down completely on the elder wizards thighs. Snape and he had been close before, but never this close. Snape drew away from the kiss his pearly white incisors immediately emerging as the last of his day’s glamour’s dropped away leaving nothing but pure Vampire behind. Harry was panting with the effort it had taken to engage in the kiss and not sit down, and the boy limply allowed Snape to nudge his head aside to expose the creamy white flesh the side of his neck. Harry knew how this part worked and closed his eyes and relaxed as much as possible without sitting down as Snape licked the spot on his neck twice before sinking his teeth inside. Harry could feel the pulse of his blood running through his head, as Snape sucked and lapped at the crimson fluid. The vampire took his time, certainly feeding longer than he had done before. By the time Snape was finished Harry was light headed and a little shaky, but still coherent enough to feel the man seal the wound before flopping back in his chair with a satisfied moan.

Harry kept his eyes closed until he felt a little better and then reluctantly opened them to stare at Snape. The Vampire was slouched back in the armchair, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips, a small droplet of blood clinging to his bottom lip. The man was pure sin as he stared at Harry with the blue eyes and the boy shuddered as he felt Snape’s hands come up to rest on his hips.

“Sit down Potter.” Snape’s voice was husky, deep and commanding, his firm hands on Harry’s hips pushing the boy down to finally rest on his lap. Harry didn’t need prompting his thighs having gone past numb some time ago, so he collapsed rather hard onto Snape’s lap. Snape’s gaze didn’t leave Harry’s until the boy had sat down properly, and it was only when Harry let out a gasp of surprise that Snape’s eyes closed automatically in pleasure.

Snape was hard.

Harry could feel the pulsing package, straining against the man’s trousers against his backside. It felt huge and Harry choked back a whimper as he realized the man had gotten off on feeding.

“It turns you on doesn’t it?” Harry shakily whispered, having remembered glimpsing Snape in a similar state after he’d fed previously. Snape opened his opal blue eyes, the hint of arousal flickering within the blue depths. Snape nodded in silence as he reached up with his own finger and swiped away the last droplet of Harry’s own blood from his lips and brought it across to smear on Harry’s lips. Harry licked at the crimson fluid and cringed slightly, it tasted metallically, salty and tangy. It was pleasant in the least, so what ever Snape saw in it Harry certainly didn’t.

“Blood lust is the only thing you won’t inherit from me. Only pureblooded Vampire’s crave the crimson fluid.” Harry silently thanked Merlin for that saving grace. Craving Snape was one thing, craving blood was an entirely different matter. Harry continued to sit on Snape’s lap, the heat rising from the other man’s throbbing cock making Harry’s own temperature rise somewhat.

“Is there….” Harry paused and shifted awkwardly on Snape’s lap making the elder wizard suck in a gasp of air at the movement. Harry stopped moving immediately but continued with his very inarticulate inquiry. “I mean, should I…do you want me to…”

“Potter, you’re not ready till the full moon but….” Snape paused and opened his eyes as he sat up again in the chair and leaned in close to Harry’s face. “If you know how to ride me I’d appreciate it.” Harry held his breath as he sough his memories for something that would help. Distantly Harry remembered Hermione having said something about pretending to ride Draco in a chair in the Slytherin common room, and so Harry assumed it meant the same thing. Harry nodded and Snape groaned as he collapsed back in the chair and let Harry get to work. Harry decided enthusiasm had to make up for inexperience and so with his hands draped over Snape’s shoulders he began to thrust back and forth, rubbing his backside up and over Snape’s sizable package with each movement. When Snape didn’t make any comments to the contrary other than a stifled grunt of pleasure Harry assumed he was doing it right so doubled his efforts, pushing back and forth against the man’s crotch at a quick pace. Snape’s hands were still locked around Harry’s waist but were doing little more than leaving bruises. It took a good ten minutes before Snape’s fingers dug into Harry’s sides and the body beneath Harry’s stiffened in a quick jerk before relaxing again. Harry stopped what he was doing when he heard Snape sigh pleasurably and whisper Harry’s name, the man’s eyes closed and his imposing incisors not quite hiding the smirk of satisfaction on his face.

Harry sat for a long time staring at Snape’s emotionless but relaxed face, until at length Snape’s eyes opened and focused on Harry. The colour of Snape’s eyes had changed marginally to a much cooler, calmer blue than the iridescent colour they’d been earlier at the height of his pleasure. The man’s features had softened a little too and Harry liked the more relaxed carefree expression that swept onto the man’s face.

“I hope that was okay, I’m not sure I did it right, it didn’t do anything for me, was it supposed to?” Harry whispered innocently watching as Snape huffed a quiet chuckle and shook his head.

“When was the last time you wanked Potter?” The question was a strange one but Harry dutifully thought back to the last time he’d taken himself in hand for a bit of relief.

“Just before I became your donor.” Harry was shocked himself by his answer having not actually realized how long it had been. Snape nodded as if he knew exactly what the answer was going to be.

“Exactly, your bodies been preparing for me since I first identified you as my mate. Nothing but me excites you, and even then it won’t until you’re in your cycle during the full moon.” Harry stared at Snape not really know how to reply to such information. Hermione’s research certainly hadn’t stretched into the sexual habits of Vampire’s and neither of the two books in the library had mentioned anything. “And to answer your other inquiry. I’m more than positive you were doing it right.” Snape sat up and Harry shifted automatically back onto the man’s thighs rather than his lap and watched with rounded wide eyes as Snape reached between his own legs and cupped his groin with a grimace. “I remember why I didn’t do this clothed last time, that’ll take three washes to get out at least.” Snape muttered more to himself than to Harry who was staring at the damp patch that was finally forming at the front of Snape’s black trousers.

“I need a shower, get up.” Snape pushed Harry off his lap and like that the mood was gone leaving Harry feeling rather deflated. “I suggest you climb into bed with Draco, it’s too late to be going back to your dorm.” Harry trailed after Snape into the bedroom where Draco was lying open mouthed and drooling onto the pillow completely lost in deep sleep oblivious to everything around him. Harry looked reluctant to get into bed with Draco, who didn’t make the prettiest picture of dreamless sleep. Snape was already beginning to strip off his soiled clothes in the doorway to the bathroom and Harry caught glimpses of flesh as the man passed by the entranceway to get into the shower cubical. With a sigh Harry stripped to his boxers and climbed into the far side of the bed, furthest away from Draco who’d turned over into his own drool patch and was happily continuing sleeping. Snape came back into the room after a brief shower and slid into bed beside Harry his arm draped over the boy’s waist.

“Is he staying here all the time?” Harry whispered in the darkness as he settled in against Snape’s chest.

“While ever the Ministry and Lucius are snooping around, it has to look like I’m fucking him so he has to stay the night. Dumbledore agrees.” There was a long pause of silence before Harry continued.

“What about when we…..” Harry stopped half expecting a reply but instead what he got was the soft even breathing of Snape against his neck, the vampire already asleep without having heard Harry’s concerns. Harry closed his eyes in a vain attempt at sleep but he knew his mind was far too occupied with the new situation and information to get any kind of sleep.

TBC>>>>