Control

AN: I realized I needed to that talk with Ginny and I decided to let her be understanding and kind- and to give her some girl power! *grins* We see her again by the way. *grins*


This story actually has a plot so I am apologizing for the lack of smut- we will be there soon. A always reviews are very much appreciated and I try to update several times of the week.

Ladylancelot

Decisions


The next morning Harry sat hunched over a cup of tea moodily using his wand to stir the by now cold beverage. Many people had tried to comfort him but the talk he had had with Ginny this morning still sat heavily in his guts.


*flashback*

Harry could see Ginny had cried, her blue eyes carried a sadness that pained him to see. She had arrived this morning from the burrow and had agreed to this talk.

However she had not sat down not on Harry's bed but leaned against the window her eyes stinging with tears.

“Ginny, I am so sorry. I did not mean for that to happen and if I could take it back, I would.”

The young wizard tried to convey how much he regretted what had happened even if somewhere inside a soft voice reminded him that he could have never let Snape die.

Slowly Ginny nodded. “I know Harry and a part of me understands why you did it- you are just not the kind of person to let a friend die.”

“Snape is not my friend,” Harry protested.

“Really?” Ginny sighed. “Maybe a comrade in arms then? Look I do not care what he is to you, that is not my decision and this not why I wanted this talk. I want you to know that I love you Harry. I always did but I want a family of my own, I want a husband who is mine. From now on Professor Snape will be a part of your life, actually knowing what you two have to do to keep the bond satisfied- I could not live like that.”

Having expected her decision Harry still felt as if somebody had thrown a knife into his heart and was gladly turning it around.

“So that's it then? We break up.” Harry's voice sounded foreign to himself as if he was on autopilot.

Walking over Ginny hunkered down and took Harry's shaking hands into her warm ones.

“I cannot start a family with you knowing that he will always be present. It is not that you cannot marry me- I would have learnt to live with this fact but you are going to fuck Snape!” Her voice was surprisingly gentle and her eyes still brimmed with tears. “I do not judge you or just turn my back on you. I could never do that, you are one of my best friends but it will not work that way.”

“I am sorry,” Harry whispered and was grateful when he felt her warm arms around his shaking shoulders.

“I know and I will be here for you when you need me.”

For a while she held Harry and when she let go, she sighed.

“Actually I have decided play quidditch for a living- I will be in a training camp in Scotland for most of the summer but Hedwig knows where to find me.”

“How are you?” Remus asked sitting down next to him.

“Great,” Harry muttered into his cup.

Pouring himself a cup Remus took in the sad figure of Harry. “You know these kind of bonds were common in the days of the founders of Hogwarts. If I am not mistaken Gordric Gryffindor saved Salazar Slytherin in the same way once. It was and still is considered a precious gift and nobody will blame you for it. Even Sirius will come around once he had a chance to think it through.”

“I ruined everything with Ginny.” Harry looked up into the warm eyes of the werewolf. “I thought everything would be better now that Voldemort is dead but in reality I just got myself into another mess.”

Remus sighed. “Sometimes it is best to let nature run its course.”

Harry frowned and wanted to ask Remus what he tried to tell him when the door was pushed open and a sour looking Severus Snape walked in causing Harry's heart to skip a beat.



Without acknowledging anybody he poured himself a cup of tea and stiffly walked over to the window looking out into the small yard behind Grimauld Place.

Remus padded Harry's shoulder and silently left the room. For a while the only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the clock over the door.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked softly as he took in Snape's frame that looked far worse than Harry had ever seen him.

“How do I look Potter?” he asked cynically and took another sip from his tea.

“But you were released from the infirmary?”

Snape mutely nodded and turned around leaning back against the window for support.

“As much as we both tread it Potter, we need to do IT soon or we will feel considerably worse in the next days.”

If at any point Severus Snape had looked defeated, it was then and Harry felt a sting in his heart that he did not want to question right now.

“What will happen if we do not-” Harry made a movement with his hands.

“We will feel increasingly worse and after a while we will have no control over our magic any longer. Believe me Potter, as much as you do not want to bed me- you will gladly do it by the time your uncontrolled magic starts to threaten everybody else around.”

Harry wanted to reply something when the door was opened and Albus Dumbledore walked in wearing a serious face.

“Severus I need you to accompany me to the wizengamot and give your witness account about young Mr Malfoy.”

Instantly Severus placed his now empty mug on the kitchen table and with a flick of his wand he accioed his robe.

Harry watched him with the strangest feeling suddenly angry about Snape's behaviour. Both wizards ignored Harry and as they both wanted to leave the kitchen Harry stooped them.

“Professor?”

Severus turned around scowling at the young wizard.

“So when are we gonna fuck then?” Harry tried to put on an innocent look.

Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously. “We will see about that.”