Blood Bond

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Blood Bond
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Warnings for this chapter: Sexual Content

Overall Rating: Adult ++

Pairings: Snape/Harry, Ron/Hermione (mentioned)

Author Note: Thank you again for those that reviewed! I appreciate all of the support. I’ve been busy with Turkey Day coming up, so the next few chapters might take longer to be created. Nevertheless, I hope that you all enjoy and have a great Turkey Day!!

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Part IV: Only A Matter Of Time
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Dumbledore had told Harry the night that Snape had kissed him, ‘It’s only a matter of time.’

At the time, his rage had consumed him. The words had meant nothing. They had not even hung in the air long enough for Harry to contemplate their meaning. He had spat, boiled over his anger onto Dumbledore even as the third party smiled and nodded his head expectantly. Of course, in his madness, it only furthered his anger and boiling rage. He had cursed the man, cursed him for having put in such a predicament, of which he himself could not begin to understand his own feelings towards all that had happened.

Now, Harry had sat alone in the room put aside for him. He was able to go over the events and found himself wondering what Dumbledore had meant. He felt foolish. He was calm enough to think back on what had occurred without feeling anger or pain. Something inside told him there was more to this then what appeared on the surface. Despite all of it, he might not appear the brightest in the bunch, but Harry could think for himself enough to begin to understand things going on.

He decided that he would figure it all out in time. Even if he wanted to blame it all on Snape, he knew deep down that a part of him played an active role in what took place. He was willing to accept that now having had time to cool off. The only question that lingered was why it had all happened.

Snape had never shown much more than hatred towards him. Snape had also made it apparent that he felt Harry was no more than a spoiled brat that only caused him annoyance; the man always seemed to add insult to injury--literally. On the flip side, Harry didn’t care much for Snape’s overall attitude on just about everything. The man could never once look on ‘the bright side’ nor could he see the good in anything. It seemed the more good you were, the worst you appeared to the man. However, that night and all the days before in those rooms, Harry had felt a subtle change in Snape. Nothing too outstanding since he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly had changed, but it was there and he was sure that Snape was doing everything he could to hide it.

It was his final decision that he would just apologize to escape any further fights. He decided that day, in the classroom after doing his best to make the perfect potion, to apologize as it was advised by Dumbledore the day before. Snape had gone through the entire class without insulting him or even speaking one word to him.

‘Only a matter of time,’ Harry thought to himself. ‘Before the two of us have to face our demons and try to work together.’

That alone was enough to drive him to say those final words. He had waited until everyone had gone from the room. When he stood there, trying to make well of the time that Snape hadn’t noticed him to finalize what he was going to say. He realized that Snape wasn’t acting himself and so he cleared his throat.

Snape had immediately panned around and met eyes with Harry. Confusion then indifference clouded those obsidian orbs. Harry finally gathered up his courage.

“Sir?” He watched the man’s eyes dance over his.

“What is it?” Snape barked back obviously not having much patience for him today.

“Um, well…” Harry stumbled. He had them right there but he couldn’t find a way to make them come out. He could already sense the growing impatience of his Professor and quickly tried to formulate all that he had prepared.

“Out with it Potter!”

“I’d like to apologize for the way I reacted the other day,” Harry said keeping his eyes directly on Snape’s even though he wanted to look away. Through all of it though, he had only managed to say it in a monotone voice.

“Did the Headmaster put you up to this, Potter. Do not bother yourself. It was a mistake on my part. One that I will be sure not to repeat.” Harry felt the words bite into him. His anger hung in his belly, but he kept it from rising. He was going to stay calm. Then, something hit him like a freight train. It was the feeling again. His eyes began to glaze over. It was a feeling of complete ease and with a hint of lust hanging in the air. He hadn’t noticed Snape’s face change.

“Get. Out.” Harry was torn away from the feelings and he was confronted with an angry Snape. Though, through his own anger, he felt confusion begin to cloud in his own eyes. What were all these new feelings? Why hadn’t he felt them before?

“Sir?” Harry had finally managed.

“Out. Now Potter!” Snape almost screamed. Harry was shaken. Despite his every urge to defend himself, he felt his feet fleeing and take him to the one place he could feel safe in. He ran the distance to Hagrid’s cottage just on the furthest part of the grounds. Ignoring his inner mind telling him that he still had classes to attend, he made his way to the door and banged on it in his haste.

The giant man opened the door with a perplexed look. “ What ‘re ya doin’ ‘ere ‘arry?”

“Can I come in?” Harry said a bit short of breath.

“Of course ya can,” Hagrid said opening the door a bit more to allow him to pass. Fang sat just beside the wooden table, whimpering slightly until concluding it friend not foe. He eagerly jumped onto Harry, almost knocking him over, and licked his face with two big swipes of his tongue.

Harry laughed, pushing the dog called ‘Fang’ despite its lack of courage, away from him so he could wipe away the saliva.

“Down Fang! What ‘ave I told ya about licking the guests?” Hagrid smiled despite his scorning. The two sat down at the table. They sat in silence for a few moments until Hagrid finally broke in.

“What brings ya ‘ere, ‘arry?”

“Um, well…I kind of ran here with not much of a reason.” He had always told Hagrid their secrets. Ron, Hermione and him had always kept the giant groundskeeper well advised. However, something made him feel he couldn’t tell Hagrid this time. He wanted nothing more than to tell him everything, but no words came.

“Ah,” Hagrid said as he nodded. It seemed despite the lack of information, he understood all too well. “Well well, ‘ow about a cup o’ tea then?”

Harry smiled finding reassurance and nodded his head. He felt calmed already.


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“Harry!” Hermione called from the main lobby. She was holding her usual amount of books in her arms, and Ron was following with a few more. A smile hung on Harry’s lips at the disgruntled look on Ron’s face.

“Hey, ‘Mione.” Harry gave her a smile before continuing, “What are all the books for?”

“I am doing some extra reading for Transfiguration class. Just some light reading though,” she said looking over to Ron for a moment.

“Light…” Harry said with a grin. Hermione’s idea of light was heavy to anyone else.

“Professor Snape was looking for you,” she said with a slight huff. Ron took one of the books from her arms and added it to his pile to lighten her load. “Seemed he had been asking around after you didn’t show for your other classes.”

Both she and Ron gave him confused glances. He shrugged slightly. “Whatever…”

“Harry, you know better than to miss classes. What happened?” She could see through his feeble attempt to act nonchalant about the issue. He had the worse time hiding a secret from the two.

“Nothing really,” Harry said with an adverted gaze.

“I don’t believe that for a second. I know something happened, it’s up to you to tell me what.” Hermione stood her ground. Her stern gaze resembled much of Mrs.Weasley’s and it captured him immediately.

“I…well, um,” Harry stumbled. He couldn’t find the right words.

Hermione seemed to sympathize with him and smile. “We’ll leave it for now. However, Professor Snape made it clear that once we found you that you should go meet him in the classroom.”

Harry could only nod. It really wasn’t like Snape to care. It had him slightly intrigued, yet fearful. He didn’t know how to face the man now. If he could, he’d run away again, but it would be just avoiding the inevitable. So, he made his way to the dungeons.


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When he entered the dark room, there was no one to be found. Harry sighed a bit through his nose, having already prepared himself for Snape’s signature sneer, but when the man was not there, he was subconsciously relieved. Maybe Snape had given up.

“Ah Mister Potter,” Snape said as he entered the room holding a stack of papers. “So good of you to finally honor me with your presence.”

Harry held his tongue. It took all of his willpower to not just shout at the man demanding why he sought him out after making it very clear he wanted to be no where near him. Harry had been the one to apologize, yet he got shunned for that very reason.

“You wanted to see me,” Harry said with malice dripping from every word. Those seemed to hang in the air for what seemed like hours until Snape sighed and sat down.

“Yes,” he finally said. Harry had to do everything to keep his mouth shut. The man looked absolutely defeated. It was not often that Snape let his indifferent face down. Now that Harry could see it, there was a surprising amount of emotion in those eyes.

“I have realized that only through insulting you have I driven you away,” Snape said cutting through the silence once more. Harry could do nothing but listen. Words had failed him. “Thus, I will do my best to not…”

Snape seemed to be fighting himself. He sat there with his own eyes adverted as if in thought and clenched his hands together. “…not to further insult you and gain your trust.”

Harry let his mouth open for a moment. He fought his own conscious to yell at Snape, to point his finger and accuse the man of making a joke out of him. However, from Snape’s face alone, he could tell this was no prank. Those words were….sincere.

“In return, I will ask that you do the same courtesy,” Snape finally concluded after what seemed a very long internal battle.

Harry was absolutely flabbergasted. If he was correct, it sounded like Snape wanted to create a civil…relationship? Harry briefly wondered if this was someone using a Pollyjuice potion to trick him. But after what seemed to be several minutes, Snape was still looking expectantly at him.

“Why,” Harry could only fathom to ask.

Snape breathed out slowly. “Lately, have you felt an odd sensation whenever you are around me Potter?”

Harry thought back for a moment. He remembered the overwhelming sensations that sent him looping and dizzy for attention. “…yes…but why would that have anything to do with this. Isn’t that just because of the potion Neville created by accident?”

“No,” Snape said simply. “While Longbottom’s potion heightened both yours and my awareness, it did not create those feelings. I have never believed anything to be destined Potter, but even I cannot ignore the intensity of what this creates.”

“What…it creates?” Harry mumbled more to himself.

“Yes, a bond between you and I that has long been destined for us. As much as I loathe to say so, it is inevitable that we would be drawn towards each other.” Snape stood, closing the distance between he and Harry. He put out his arm pressing it lightly to Harry’s shoulder. Almost instantly, the feelings curled over him engulfing him into flames of passion. He did all he could to keep still but his body shook. What was this power?

“What are you…” Harry found himself saying.

“Is it not obvious? I was sure that the entire student body was aware of my true identity, Potter.” Snape pulled away and the feelings simmered still but did not overpower.

“A vampire…” Harry finally stated.

“In simplest terms, yes Potter. I am one of vampiric inheritance. However, to be accurate, it is a bloodline limit that has been passed down to me. I was born with this, and thus was forced into a life that would seek darkness, but ultimately turn away from it.” Snape sat down placing a hand to his forehead as if trying to help along his explanation. “Though, the powers are often feared, the ministry fears enough to want to control my race.”

“So…what does this all have to do with me?” Harry could feel a shiver run down the length of his spine. He unconsciously grasped at his neck as if trying to protect it.

Snape seemed hesitant. That definitely was a first for the man. He never even showed that he thought over what he said. Harry waited patiently; however, he did not move his hand something that Snape showed he was fully aware of.

“Honestly Potter, I will not bite you.” Snape’s voice rose a bit but he calmed it. “Every vampire has a blood counterpart often known as a blood bond with a person. Some often never find these counterparts and spend the better part of their lives looking. However, when the counterpart is found, both vampire and blood bond receive powers greater then before as well as a magical connection in which allows them to be able to find that person at any location.”

Harry was doing his best to follow. He had heard this all before when Hermione had explained the bond. Slowly, he begun to grasp what this meant and took a step backwards.

“You’re saying…I’m your blood bond?!” Harry almost screamed.

“Yes,” Snape said as he stood. “Without a doubt as it seems only you have ever given me such feelings as these.”

“Now I get what you and Dumbledore were talking about that night I was in the hospital ward. You…two were talking about me being your blood bond?!” Harry took another step as Snape took one towards him.

“I knew I had sensed your wakening. The Headmaster had been aware of the connection. As he is fully aware, there is not much that would separate us aside from death. As much as we fight, soon it will leave us seeking out the other. Believe me, if there was something I could do to avoid this, I would have.” Snape took another step and Harry was unable to further his steps backwards as he felt the hard wall behind him. He thought for a moment.

“I wasn’t overjoyed over this either Potter, but as it is, we need to begin the bonding as soon as possible. As I know you are probably still in a state of disarray, I will give you one week to make your decision. However, if you are to say no to the bonding, it will become greatly difficult to be anywhere near each other. If you are to agree, it would mean you and I could create a great advantage against the Dark Lord. If this is your choice, I will further explain what is gained during the bonding process.” Snape seemed to have returned to his usual state. His face was unreadable, and his stance was much like when he lectured during potions. Yet, he was being civil…at least for Snape.

Not only was Harry overwhelmed, but he felt pushed into a corner. He wanted to run away, but his body would not allow him. He wanted to cry out in anger, but the words would not come to his mouth. He wanted this all to be some cruel prank, but he neither saw or heard any sign of that being the case. Thus, he was reserved to the only thought he could manage to say.

“What happens if I bond with you?”

“Simply put, you would be permanently moved into my chambers. I would see to it that Dumbledore added extra rooms for you to occupy. We would not speak of this to anyone other than Dumbledore, and it would remain as if we were student and professor.” Snape took another step forward, his eyes fixed on Harry’s.

“But…wouldn’t you need to feed from me?” Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. His heart accelerated slightly.

“Unfortunately, that is how the powers are gained,” Snape said as his eyes trailed to Harry’s throat. “However, I would not feed regularly. I only feed once a month as it is.”

“Only once a month?”

“Yes, I do not, unlike others, enjoy feeding more than that…if that…”

“Well…”

“You have a week, Potter. Think it over carefully before making your decision. We will carry on as before,” Snape moved forward despite his words and the feelings again engulfed Harry. He shook against the wall.

Delicious shivers curled over him causing a small shiver. He tilted his head back against the wall. In this state, he couldn’t think clearly.

He managed to speak with great effort, “Okay…”

Not his most intellectual response, but he figured it due for the moment. The soft footsteps continued until he shadowed beneath Snape. Their bodies connected for a moment and despite his rejections, Harry found himself clinging to that body. Snape seemed to respond since he pressed further into Harry to continue the connection.

“I’d hope to taste you soon though Potter,” Snape said in a low, silky voice. Harry shivered in response. Sinful candy of a voice, he thought lightly to himself.

A hot mouth pressed against his neck, and he tilted his head to make more skin available. His body did it on its own. Deep inside, he was fighting his actions. Suddenly, a moist, hot tongue touched his neck licking for a moment before retreating.

“Ah,” Harry gasped.

“What a delicious neck you have Potter,” Snape said as he pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck.

Harry could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and other areas of his body. His erection pressing insistently within his trousers. He groaned as it was all he could do to relieve some of the tension building in his chest. He clung tighter to Snape’s robes. His fingers curled tightly while his hands pulled. He turned his head and was immediately captured into a kiss.

His mouth opened welcoming the massive tongue to explore and fill him. He was pressed roughly against the wall a groan elapsing over him. It was not him this time. Snape seemed to be losing his control as well. Harry thrust his hips against Snape’s and was answered with a thrust of his Professor’s. The feelings were absolutely intoxicating. Every touch and feel was making him feel on fire and insist for more. All he could think was he wanted more.

Snape pressed a hand to Harry’s clothed erection. Harry gasped once more in reply. Snape’s hand moved strategically beneath the material to finally touch over his naked arousal. He moaned and the mouth on his pressed against his neck. He couldn’t think, only feel. If he had been able to, he would have realized that Snape had almost completely contradicted all that he agreed to.

The hand moved over him, and he met each pull with a thrust of his hips. Suddenly, sharp pain shuddered through him trailing from the point of focus---his neck. Before he had time to react, his pleasure was doubled and almost instantly made him want to come. Instead, he was held tightly to avoid such a thing to occur. Despite his previous apprehensions, the feeling consumed him. It was a swirl of pleasure, pain, and power. Their magic intermixed, and soon Harry was panting to keep up with the strokes of pleasure licking at him as if a mouth was over him.

Soon it was too much and he came hard into that hand. Snape removed his lips from Harry’s neck, licking at the spot on the neck and pulling away.

The two stood short-breathed for a few moments. Harry still could not understand what had just occurred. He vaguely remembered how it all started, but he would never forget how it finished.

Sudden modesty caused him to cover himself and turn his eyes away. Shivering, he kept his arms tightly encircled around himself.

“One week,” Snape said as he left the room and left a very confused and flushed Harry against the wall.

One week, Harry thought to himself. How was he going to survive a week after that?

He hated himself for the way he reacted, but more so, hated Snape for making him react that way.


End Note: So that was a fun chapter to write. I’m eager to write the next one. That one is going to be a bit longer since it will be going over the expanse of a week. Keep up the support and reviewing!!! Happy Thanksgiving!!!!