Against His Nature

CHAPTER 36

“Head between the knees Potter, you’re beginning to turn blue.” Harry stared at Draco’s upside face from between his knees, the blonde casually reclined on Snape’s bed as if he owned the bloody thing. Tonight was the full moon; Harry knew it was because Snape had had the morning off to deliver Remus’ wolfsbane, and Professor Sinstra had been flitting around the castle predicting doom and gloom all day.

“Where is he?” Harry muttered awkwardly his head still between his knees as he tried to calm his breathing.

“I told you, they’re at a staff meeting, then Octavia’s taking Snape out for a fly and you’ve got to go meet him up at the owlery at 10.30.” Draco rattled off the schedule just as he had done for the last ten times Harry had already asked him about it. Everything was planned down to the very detail, and Harry was beginning to feel as if the entire world knew what he and Snape would be doing later on.

“How’s he holding up?” Hermione strolled in from Snape’s living room carrying a tray of heartburn potion, breath mints and a large bottle of whisky.

“Like a virgin on her wedding night.” Draco bit sarcastically as he took the cap off the whisky bottle and had a swig for himself before pouring Harry a large glass. “Here drink this.” Harry downed the amber liquid in one go before putting his head back between his knees. Draco shook his head and took another small swig from the bottle as he relaxed back on the bed. Hermione perched herself on the corner of Snape’s large trunk that sat at the end of Snape’s bed.

“Hang in there Harry, it’ll be fine.” Hermione patted Harry softly on the back but that only caused Harry to burp loudly, to which Draco tossed him the bottle of heartburn potion.

“Just think of immortality potter, of being able to transform into a bat and fly without a broom, or if none of that appeals just think of boning Snape every night?” Hermione threw a glare at Draco over her shoulder at his last comment; the blonde wasn’t being helpful at all.

“I think that is the problem Draco, he is thinking about boning Snape every night. This is for life and an extended one at that!” Harry groaned and tucked his head closer between his knees panic beginning to rise in his chest. Before Hermione or Draco could say anymore though there was a shudder as the fireplace swept into flame in the living room and someone stepped out. Fear momentarily caught all three of them as a shadowed figure appeared in the doorway but relief quickly replaced the fear when a familiar smiling face appeared from the shadow.

“Evening Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I do hope you have Professor Snape’s permission to be in here so late.” Albus Dumbledore came ambling into the bedroom and having greeted the occupants proceeded to sit himself down on a comfortable looking stool he’d conjured from Snape’s coat rack. “Feeling a little ill Mr. Potter?” Harry having gone back to hanging his head between his knees glanced up at Albus who’d cocked his head sideways to get a better look at the young savior of the wizarding world.

“I think I’ve fucked up.” Harry breathed out, all the emotion, fear and anguish he’d bottled up over the past few months coming out in a wave of five words that made up his sentence. Albus smiled and sighed lightly, his warm smile and twinkling eyes making Harry feel marginally better but far from good.

“I have been on this earth long enough now Mr. Potter to say with confidence that life will always take twists and turns you don’t expect but have to deal with anyway. It might not seem reasonable at this moment in time, but you and Snape are right for each other in a funny kind of way. None of us perhaps can see it, but in time I think this decision might turn out to be the saving grace in your life. Without Snape you perhaps might not survive this war, yet with him you might only find happiness not love like your expecting.”

“This is kind of not helping…” Harry muttered, Dumbledore’s words not doing anything to make him feel better about what he was about to do. Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head again at the young wizard.

“The truth is not supposed to solve our problems Harry, it’s only there to help guide us in finding our way.” Harry rolled his eyes but chose to say nothing more. Dumbledore was obviously in a reflective mood and Harry had neither the time nor the willpower to work out what the elder wizard was trying to say. “Severus told me to bring you this,” Dumbledore handed Harry his invisibility cloak that he’d left in his dorm in his rush to get to Snape’s chambers after dinner. “He said you should wear it and be careful, Lucius Malfoy is on the prowl.” Harry nodded and accepted the cloak dutifully standing up and pulling it on before sitting back down to put his floating head back between his invisible knees. “Well I better get going, the less I know about this entire situation the better off you shall all be.” Dumbledore smiled and with a twinkle in his eye was gone back through the fireplace leaving the three students alone yet again.

“It’s time to go Harry,” Hermione glanced at her watch and with a squeak rose from the trunk to help pull Harry to his feet.

“Breath mint.” Draco laughed as he tossed Hermione the packet of extra strong mints, to which she popped one in Harry’s mouth.

“Good luck Harry and be careful.” Harry nodded and took a deep calming breath before pulling the hood up of the cloak and sweeping out of Snape’s chambers to head towards the owlery.

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Harry stood in the freezing owlery, his fathers cloak whipping around him like a whirlwind as he tried to hunker down against the cold. Why ever Snape had chosen such a miserable, dirty, cold place for their first time mating was beyond him, although the view and the moonshine was a nice touch. Harry wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing at one of the open parapets staring down over the great lake, but the time he’d spent in the rays of the moon had calmed him of his previous doubts. In fact in the light of the moon he’d begun to get a little hot under the collar and rather eager for Snape to get there. A flapping of wings from the roost behind him had Harry spinning around on instinct. Despite the invisibility cloak Harry was still jumpy about getting caught, especially with the ministry crawling all over the castle. Nothing in the shadows caught Harry’s attention and so the boy turned his attention back out at the reflection of the moon on the lake.

“You should learn to pay more attention Potter.” Harry practically jumped out of his skin when a voice addressed him out of nowhere. Spinning around Harry watched as a bat transformed mid flight into Severus, who stepped effortlessly on the ground and turned towards him.

“How did you know I was here?” Harry whispered his pulse rising and a sweat breaking out on his forehead as it always did in the presence of Snape.

“The wind caught the cloak, and I saw your feet.” Harry looked down, and sure enough the tips of his boots were poking out from beneath the cloak. Harry went to pull the cloak completely off but Snape stepped forward and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder where the boy had already exposed his head.

“Don’t take if off, if someone comes in I need it to appear that I’m alone.” Harry stared at Snape in the darkness, the wizard in complete Vampire change. His eyes were the most reflective pools of blue Harry had ever seen, his long extended incisors caught the light of the moon and his long black robes fell from him like extra wings. For the first time Harry could see the changes in Snape’s face, the younger looking skin, less wrinkles firmer jaw, the man was growing young again without the inhibiting potion.

“How are we going to…. you know?” Snape stepped up behind Harry and shifted him over to the open parapet he’d been standing looking out of before. Harry shivered as he felt Snape’s hands slip beneath the invisibility cloak and gently caress his arms and back.

“You need to be facing the moon, and you need to trust me.” Harry nodded his eyes sliding closed as he felt Snape lean over his shoulder and gently kiss him on the lips. The kiss was gentle, tender and almost caring. The kisses continued drawing Harry away from his thoughts to focus just on the gentle caresses of Snape’s hands on his body beneath the cloak. Harry’s body responded immediately, his cock rising to the occasion finally after several months of drought. Harry was helpless in Snape’s skilled hands, every movement designed to bring the maximum of pleasure. Harry heard the whisper of a charm against the side of his neck before his clothes vanished beneath the cloak, leaving Snape’s roaming hands smoothed against warm flesh. Harry shivered from head to toe a shaky sigh of pleasure creeping out from between his lips. The humming in Harry’s ears blocked out all other sounds and his body surrendered completely to Snape’s manipulative hands. Harry wasn’t sure how long he stood, Snape’s hands roaming his body, exploring every crease, every smooth plain and every delicate curve until he was mewling desperately. Snape’s caresses turned firmer in minutes, and before he even realized what was happening Harry was being bent over the stone parapet, his head hanging over the edge to stare down at the deep darkness below, while his hands braced himself against the stone work. Harry hissed in ecstasy as his cock was crushed between the silky fabric of his father’s invisibility cloak and the hard sharp surface of the stone. Snape was pinned behind him his body heat raising Harry’s own fire several degrees more. Harry sucked in a deep breath of air as he felt Snape lift the back of invisibility cloak to expose Harry’s pert backside. The icy cold wind whipped across the warm exposed flesh and Harry squeaked in surprise when he felt Snape’s hand come to rest on his cheeks, cupping his backside and massaging it with firm strokes.

“Severus.” Harry whispered breathlessly, his youthful exuberance ensuring he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Hold it.” Snape growled against Harry’s neck pushing the boy firmer across the stonework trapping his cock against the cold hard stone. Harry whimpered his gaze firmly fixed on the world below as he felt a wet probing finger circling his puckered entrance. The first intrusion took his breath away robbing him of breath and causing him to choke in surprise. The actual idea of what was happening made Harry shiver in concern, but the feeling was amazing. The second probing digit drew a cry from his lips and a small wince of pain but Snape’s smoothing hand on his back rubbing away the intensity of it. The third was nearly Harry’s undoing, stretching him painfully and undoubtedly tearing a little of the flesh. Harry cried out loudly this time in protest slamming his body against the stonewall in front of him in an attempt at escaping the intrusion.

“Potter.” Snape growled again immediately removing his three fingers after defiantly wriggling them around determined to loosen the boy before the main event. Harry had tears running down his face, the pain of being slammed against the stone combined with that of Snape’s intrusive fingers had managed to wilt a little of his confidence and had certainly took the edge of his own pleasure. “There’s too much cloud cover tonight, I need to time this right so I need you to trust me. Without the moonlight this is pointless.” Snape tightened his hold on Harry and straightened the boy a little to better adjust the angle. Timing was everything and even if Harry didn’t know it, his life was in danger if Snape didn’t do it right. Harry listened quietly to the rustle of Snape’s own robes before he felt the heated, wet head of something far rounder than three fingers pressing against his backside. Harry stiffened prepared for the worst but it didn’t come. For a long time Snape did nothing his hands simply holding Harry in position, his hot cock pressed against Harry’s crack but not insistently. Daring a glance over his shoulder Harry watched Snape staring out at the sky through the parapet to where the moon was behind a cloud. The man’s face was expressionless and Harry sighed as he turned back to stare out at the world and wait.

Harry didn’t have to wait long, and no sooner had the moon revealed itself from behind the clouds and had shone it’s light onto his face than Snape had slammed into him with brutal force.

Harry screamed.

Never had the boy screamed so loud and with so much anguish before in his life. The pain was intense, like a hot, thick rod being shot through his entire body. The pain was awful but no sooner had he sunk to the hilt, Snape had leaned over Harry’s shoulder and with a kiss to his lips had then sunk his teeth into the side of the boy’s neck. The pain vanished as quickly as it had come and Harry felt himself go weak as he was left with the throbbing sensation of Snape’s thick member filling him from behind. Without the pain Harry could appreciate the sensation, the slide of skin against skin as Snape began to thrust in similar time to his sucks of blood from Harry’s neck. With his hands braced against the stonework Harry pushed back against Snape’s shallow thrusts, deepening them to the point where the tip of Snape’s cock brushed the parcel of nerves inside of him that made fireworks sparkle in his vision. Harry could feel Snape increase the pace, the thrusts deepening as the vampire drank deeply from his victims neck. Harry was beginning to feel light headed and had it not been for the stones holding him up he might have collapsed at Snape’s feet. Snape instinctively felt the change in the boy in his arms and adjusted his timing accordingly. The moon was still out, but a cloud hung ominously close by and Snape needed to finish it before the cloud covered the light. Snape deepened his thrusts, Harry unconsciously tightening his muscles to suck Snape inside each time. It was all too much for Harry, who with little warning shuddered and came all over the inside of his father’s cloak. Snape felt the boy’s orgasm and sighed inwardly, youth were so easily pleased. With the boy limp in his arms Snape took his fill as he enjoyed it, hard and deep. With a moan against Harry’s neck Snape came not long after his partner, spraying his seed deep within the boy. Harry’s body practically jerked in two at the wet warmth filling him, and no doubt the boy had already begun to feel the effects of Snape’s own magic curling into his body.

It was done.

The boy was his, and in turn Snape had finally secured his mate.

“Snape?” An unfamiliar and very unexpected voice penetrated the silence and Snape threw himself back from Harry like lightening, tearing all connection between the boy and himself rather violently. Harry was too surprised by the intrusion to even notice the searing pain in his backside and neck where Snape had pulled so violently away from him. Collapsing on the floor Harry was grateful that the invisibility cloak covered him as he lay in a mess on dirty, cold floor staring up at the two men now facing each other.

“Lucius, can’t a wizard jerk off anymore without interruption.” Snape’s voice was an angry growl and Harry watched as the potion master casually wiped his blood stained mouth on the sleeve of his robe before confidently tucking his still glistening cock back into the confines of his trousers. Lucius watched Snape in silence, carefully assessing what he’d just seen as if trying to pick Snape’s lie. Snape was a master in deception however and at length Lucius huffed and shook his head.

“Weird kink that is Snape, where’d the blood come from?” Lucius gestured to Snape’s robe where he’d wiped his mouth.

“Supplier. And before you bother threatening me, Dumbledore already knows what I do up here in the privacy of my own time.” Snape barked out coldly his expression not betraying a hint of the truth. Harry however was paying little attention to two warring wizards, his own attention now firmly focused on the blood streaming down his neck and shoulder and pooling on the floor beneath him. Snape hadn’t sealed the wound in his haste to disengage himself for Harry, and so the boy was rapidly loosing blood from the two points in his neck. Uselessly Harry tried to cup his neck with his hands to stem the floor but the blood was trickling out through his fingers and he was swimming between consciousness and darkness.

“I’m sure the ministry would like to know….” Lucius was determined to blackmail Snape with his newfound information and tried to continue the conversation by stepping further into the room. The blonde’s progress was halted however as a large winged bat swooped in from outside and went straight for Lucius Malfoy’s head, screeching and flapping it’s wings in irritation. Snape smiled to himself, he knew the bat in question very well and was more than pleased to see him. Lucius began swatting at the bat diving at him.

“I suggest you run Lucius, it’s attracted to the sweet scent of your aftershave.” Snape added quietly watching as Lucius’ eyes widened in horror before the blonde spun around and left striding from the room, the bat not a second behind him. With the door safely closed Snape sighed heavily and relaxed. Glancing at the open stone window Snape expected to see the glitter of Harry’s cloak but what he saw made his blood run cold. On floor by the window a thick, pool of blood was forming and although Snape couldn’t see Harry for the cloak the man new it was from the boy.

“Harry!” Snape whispered in fear as he knelt down and began feeling around for the boy. His hands instantly came into contact with the boy and having dragged the cloak from him, finally got a good look at the pale shivering body of his mate. Harry was covered in blood from the wound on his neck and looked to be struggling to keep conscious. “Shit.” Snape muttered beneath his breath as he dragged Harry’s hand away from the wound and leant forward to lick the area in order to seal his mistake. In his haste to get away from the boy he’d failed his one duty as the boy’s protector. Harry was shaking and pale and Snape sighed as he scooped the boy up in his arms and wrapped the cloak around him to preserve his modesty as he strode from the owlery.

Mating was over, but it was time for Snape to fulfill his other duty as Harry’s protector.

TBC>>>>>>>

A/N Sorry for the long absence, work took me to the USA for a couple of weeks so I've been tired and grumpy and not in the mood to write, but now I'm back having read some juicy fan fic in the US and now my muse is ready to start again.

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