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--Hmm, I'm not sure where this came from, or why I've included it. But this is what the bunnies wanted to include, so this is what it is.
*Awoot!* *Awoot!* Icky smut alert.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.” Sonia Sanchez
***
‘…The Procedure for Bonding is complicated and fraught with dangers. If any stage of it is interrupted or not completed correctly, there is a good chance that the Bond will fail. If the problem occurs at the start of the Ceremony, little harm is usually caused. If it occurs at the end of the Ceremony, anecdotal evidence suggests that the consequences would be dire.
The full Ceremony is listed in Chapter Five of this book (see also Appendices A and B for further details), but the 6 stages are briefly laid out below:
1 - Both parties make a public declaration of their love. (Here, public means with more than two witnesses) [See Chapter Five for the wording and the necessary spells.]
2 - This is repeated at the SAME time every day for a period of seven days.
At this time, the pair must not communicate with one another, and obviously must not engage in sexual intercourse.
3 - Once the seven days are up, the couple must spend forty eight hours entirely alone, reflecting upon their relationship, the conditions of the Bond, and the commitment they wish to make. [See chapter five for a full list of the necessary reflections to be undertaken and the conditions to be discussed.]
4 - After that period, the two must then again publicly declare their feelings and recite their agreed list of conditions.
5 - Upon completion of every single part of the above stages, the pair must lie side by side whilst a trusted (and competent) companion casts the necessary spells and charms that will Bind them [See Appendix A]. Should the Bonding fail, it cannot be re-attempted with the same couple. To do so will result in death.
If the Bonding has been a success, it will become apparent within twenty-four hours. Various manifestations of successful Bonding have been recorded. [See chapter six for anecdotes and eye witness accounts.]
6 - A successful Bonding must be consummated within twenty-eight days for it to be lasting.
The Procedure for a same sex Bonding is identical to that above, however Appendix B deals with the necessary additional spells that must be cast for it to have any hope of success.’
Harry put the book down, thoughtful. He wanted to belong to Severus, but the amount of work involved in the Bond worried him. The part of having no contact with the other man for a week was especially irksome this close to the birth. He considered the possibility of Bonding during the summer holidays, once Sapphire was born, but realised that Sev would hardly be happy with limited access to his daughter during the week of no contact.
It’s got to be now then. Before I get too close to the birth.
Sapphire was getting restless in his belly, and Harry himself was getting restless. There was a curious tension about the school that was difficult for him, stuck as he was in the Hospital Wing, to identify. He had questioned Hermione (and Ron) about it, but neither had noticed anything.
Harry bit his lower lip, frowning thoughtfully. He wondered if he was imagining it, but then he considered how achingly polite Severus was to Dumbledore. Clearly there was some problem there, and it seemed focused on him.
Did Sev hate the idea of Bonding so much?
The thought made his breath catch in his chest. What was he without Sev? The other man had, for eight months, cared exquisitely for him and their child, had been stressed when Harry had stretched too high for something, or sat scrunched up completing work; he had worried and fretted about Harry, making sure he ate sufficiently (too much, really), and was instantly at Harry’s side if he felt the least bit queasy; he had re-arranged their apartment to ensure Harry could easily manoeuvre around it in his enlarged state. In short, the man had been perfect.
Was none of that real? Was it all just him doing as he was told? Was screwing me just him doing as he was told? How far would Sev go to follow an order?
***
“How far, my Severus, would you go to follow an order?” the Dark Lord asked of the man bowed at his feet.
Snape cleared his mind of all but a desire to serve the other and answered, allowing a touch of adulation to creep into his voice, “My Lord, an order from you is a delight to me. I would do precisely as you wished, whatever that was.”
Voldemort clenched his hands briefly into fists, digging is sharp nails into his palms before he relaxed again. “Then, my Severus,” he hissed softly, “you shall tell that fool Dumbledore you love the boy and wish to Bond with him.”
Oh fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!
“My Lord?” Snape queried, letting confusion into his tone.
The other gave a cold high laugh. “It’s really so simple, my Severus. Dumbledore has impregnated the boy,” (he shuddered) “and clearly intends it to be used against me. Since our discussion and your ‘rescue’ of him, I have considered how best to use what happened to protect myself against more of the fool’s plotting. Therefore,” he smiled coldly at the man looking up at him, “I have decided that you shall pretend love for the boy – Dumbledore will believe you, he believes in Love – and that you wish to Bond with him. Once he is trapped with you, you will bring him and the child to me.”
Severus bowed his head. “My Lord, I shall do as you order. If that is what you order me?”
Voldemort asked, a curious tension in his voice, “Would you delight in following my instruction?”
Snape controlled his breathing; he had a very fine tightrope to walk now. “My Lord, a chance to follow your edict I can rejoice at, although I must confess that being Bound to the Potter brat does not elate my soul.” He paused, hoping he had pacified the other. When he still drew breath, he assumed he had. He went on, “My Lord, I may pretend love of the boy, but what of the child himself? Dumbledore would not Bind Potter to me if the boy did not profess love.”
Voldemort stretched his thin lips in an approximation of a smile. “Dumbledore may believe in Love, I believe in myself and my powers. I have discovered a spell which will bewitch any into truly believing they love another. The spell is everlasting. Now, wouldn’t you enjoy the boy Bound to you and your adoring slave? You could truly delight in my instruction then, couldn’t you, my Severus?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Voldemort hissed and said, “And now, my Severus, show me why I call you mine.”
Snape lifted himself slightly and crawled closer to the other. He stopped when his knees bumped the other’s stone throne. He waited until he felt the pressure of a hand on his hair and eased one hand to the other’s crotch and opened the robes to reveal the Dark Lord’s slender, scaled erect cock.
He took it in one hand, shutting 90% of his mind down, and tugged it in his grip. The snake like scales were sharp and made wanking the other more difficult. After a few moments of pulling on the length, he dipped his mouth and licked at the tip.
A softly exhaled breath came from Voldemort. “My Severus,” he said softly, spreading his legs to allow the other to suck more fully upon his shaft, “Even though you Bind with the Potter brat, you will always remain mine, will you not?”
Severus pulled his lips free and responded, “Yes, my Lord.” He dipped his head again and got to work.
--Ew! Ew! Ew!
Sev: *Reading* You are SICK!
SP: Hey, the name says it all!
*Awoot!* *Awoot!* Icky smut alert.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.” Sonia Sanchez
***
‘…The Procedure for Bonding is complicated and fraught with dangers. If any stage of it is interrupted or not completed correctly, there is a good chance that the Bond will fail. If the problem occurs at the start of the Ceremony, little harm is usually caused. If it occurs at the end of the Ceremony, anecdotal evidence suggests that the consequences would be dire.
The full Ceremony is listed in Chapter Five of this book (see also Appendices A and B for further details), but the 6 stages are briefly laid out below:
1 - Both parties make a public declaration of their love. (Here, public means with more than two witnesses) [See Chapter Five for the wording and the necessary spells.]
2 - This is repeated at the SAME time every day for a period of seven days.
At this time, the pair must not communicate with one another, and obviously must not engage in sexual intercourse.
3 - Once the seven days are up, the couple must spend forty eight hours entirely alone, reflecting upon their relationship, the conditions of the Bond, and the commitment they wish to make. [See chapter five for a full list of the necessary reflections to be undertaken and the conditions to be discussed.]
4 - After that period, the two must then again publicly declare their feelings and recite their agreed list of conditions.
5 - Upon completion of every single part of the above stages, the pair must lie side by side whilst a trusted (and competent) companion casts the necessary spells and charms that will Bind them [See Appendix A]. Should the Bonding fail, it cannot be re-attempted with the same couple. To do so will result in death.
If the Bonding has been a success, it will become apparent within twenty-four hours. Various manifestations of successful Bonding have been recorded. [See chapter six for anecdotes and eye witness accounts.]
6 - A successful Bonding must be consummated within twenty-eight days for it to be lasting.
The Procedure for a same sex Bonding is identical to that above, however Appendix B deals with the necessary additional spells that must be cast for it to have any hope of success.’
Harry put the book down, thoughtful. He wanted to belong to Severus, but the amount of work involved in the Bond worried him. The part of having no contact with the other man for a week was especially irksome this close to the birth. He considered the possibility of Bonding during the summer holidays, once Sapphire was born, but realised that Sev would hardly be happy with limited access to his daughter during the week of no contact.
It’s got to be now then. Before I get too close to the birth.
Sapphire was getting restless in his belly, and Harry himself was getting restless. There was a curious tension about the school that was difficult for him, stuck as he was in the Hospital Wing, to identify. He had questioned Hermione (and Ron) about it, but neither had noticed anything.
Harry bit his lower lip, frowning thoughtfully. He wondered if he was imagining it, but then he considered how achingly polite Severus was to Dumbledore. Clearly there was some problem there, and it seemed focused on him.
Did Sev hate the idea of Bonding so much?
The thought made his breath catch in his chest. What was he without Sev? The other man had, for eight months, cared exquisitely for him and their child, had been stressed when Harry had stretched too high for something, or sat scrunched up completing work; he had worried and fretted about Harry, making sure he ate sufficiently (too much, really), and was instantly at Harry’s side if he felt the least bit queasy; he had re-arranged their apartment to ensure Harry could easily manoeuvre around it in his enlarged state. In short, the man had been perfect.
Was none of that real? Was it all just him doing as he was told? Was screwing me just him doing as he was told? How far would Sev go to follow an order?
***
“How far, my Severus, would you go to follow an order?” the Dark Lord asked of the man bowed at his feet.
Snape cleared his mind of all but a desire to serve the other and answered, allowing a touch of adulation to creep into his voice, “My Lord, an order from you is a delight to me. I would do precisely as you wished, whatever that was.”
Voldemort clenched his hands briefly into fists, digging is sharp nails into his palms before he relaxed again. “Then, my Severus,” he hissed softly, “you shall tell that fool Dumbledore you love the boy and wish to Bond with him.”
Oh fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!
“My Lord?” Snape queried, letting confusion into his tone.
The other gave a cold high laugh. “It’s really so simple, my Severus. Dumbledore has impregnated the boy,” (he shuddered) “and clearly intends it to be used against me. Since our discussion and your ‘rescue’ of him, I have considered how best to use what happened to protect myself against more of the fool’s plotting. Therefore,” he smiled coldly at the man looking up at him, “I have decided that you shall pretend love for the boy – Dumbledore will believe you, he believes in Love – and that you wish to Bond with him. Once he is trapped with you, you will bring him and the child to me.”
Severus bowed his head. “My Lord, I shall do as you order. If that is what you order me?”
Voldemort asked, a curious tension in his voice, “Would you delight in following my instruction?”
Snape controlled his breathing; he had a very fine tightrope to walk now. “My Lord, a chance to follow your edict I can rejoice at, although I must confess that being Bound to the Potter brat does not elate my soul.” He paused, hoping he had pacified the other. When he still drew breath, he assumed he had. He went on, “My Lord, I may pretend love of the boy, but what of the child himself? Dumbledore would not Bind Potter to me if the boy did not profess love.”
Voldemort stretched his thin lips in an approximation of a smile. “Dumbledore may believe in Love, I believe in myself and my powers. I have discovered a spell which will bewitch any into truly believing they love another. The spell is everlasting. Now, wouldn’t you enjoy the boy Bound to you and your adoring slave? You could truly delight in my instruction then, couldn’t you, my Severus?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Voldemort hissed and said, “And now, my Severus, show me why I call you mine.”
Snape lifted himself slightly and crawled closer to the other. He stopped when his knees bumped the other’s stone throne. He waited until he felt the pressure of a hand on his hair and eased one hand to the other’s crotch and opened the robes to reveal the Dark Lord’s slender, scaled erect cock.
He took it in one hand, shutting 90% of his mind down, and tugged it in his grip. The snake like scales were sharp and made wanking the other more difficult. After a few moments of pulling on the length, he dipped his mouth and licked at the tip.
A softly exhaled breath came from Voldemort. “My Severus,” he said softly, spreading his legs to allow the other to suck more fully upon his shaft, “Even though you Bind with the Potter brat, you will always remain mine, will you not?”
Severus pulled his lips free and responded, “Yes, my Lord.” He dipped his head again and got to work.
--Ew! Ew! Ew!
Sev: *Reading* You are SICK!
SP: Hey, the name says it all!