Not My Father\'s SON

Disclaimer: The characters and the Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowlings and her assorted publishers. I do not make any money for this story; it’s just for fun (and reviews).

I humbly apologize for taking sooo long to up-date this story. Between work, family and spending time reading other people’s stories instead of writing my own I have been a very bad procrastinator.

Just a side note have you all seen the publicity pictures from Equus? I may be old enough to be Daniel’s mother but damn he looks HOT!!!

Warning: Reading this chapter may cause cavities. Fluff alert!

Chapter 41: Be Mine.

Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table when Ginny plopped down beside him.

“I heard you had a talk with Ron.”

“I suppose he told everyone?”

“No just me.” She grabbed a platter of sausages and started to fill her plate. “So do you have a pensieve?”

“No why?”

“I just wanted to watch ickle Ronnie get put in his place. I imagine it was something if it made him cry.”

Harry snorted. “You are incorrigible.”

She laughed.

“So he didn’t tell the rest of the team that I’m leaving?”

“No he was too busy having a good sulk in Hermione’s room.”

Harry sighed.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll get over it.” She ate some of her breakfast then turned back to Harry. “So when are you quitting? I did not get all the details just general whining from Ron.”

“Official Monday so I can play one last game on Saturday. Professor Dumbledore is arranging for me to write my NEWTs sometime around the winter break.”

“Are you going to be ready by then?”

“I should be. I will have more free time to study and Remus will help.”

“Speaking of Remus how are things going with you two,” she asked winking playfully.

“Wonderful. I actually could use your help with something. Could you meet me in the library tomorrow after supper?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow because,” he glanced at his watch, “I need to get going. I have a class to teach.” He kissed her on the cheek. “See you later.”

“Bye Harry.”

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Harry was in the library, table piled high with books when Ginny sat down beside him.

“Hello.”

“Thanks for coming. Is Ron still angry?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “He’s ticked off now because you told the rest of the team last night without him being there.”

“Well what was I suppose to do? He was still hiding out in Hermione’s room and I was not going to wait for him to put his own spin on things. They deserved to hear it from me personally.”

I agree and told him so. He’s just being a prat. So what did you need me to help you with?”

“I need you to help me research bonding ceremonies.”

“WHAT!”

“Shh. You’ll get us kicked out of here.”

Sorry. Bonding ceremonies? Have you asked him yet?”

“Not yet. You know we can’t legally get married thanks to the stupid ministry restrictions but I have hoped to find a bonding we could do that the ministry couldn’t interfere with.”

“I forgot about the restrictions on werewolves. So where do we start?”

“I don’t want a bond that ties us together in death. I don’t want him to die just because I do.”

“Harry that’s morbid.”

“Sorry Ginny but with a megalomaniac and his band of not so merry men after me I just do not want to take that chance.”

“Is there any werewolf bonding ceremonies?”

“I’m not sure. I was thinking of finding a couple of different bonds that Remus and I could choose from. If there is anything special for werewolves he would probably know it.”

“Well let’s find wizard one’s and you two can discuss it once he says yes.” She grabbed the nearest book. “So when are you going to ask him anyway?”

“I was thinking of this Friday and doing the bonding on Christmas Eve.”

“Ohh how romantic,” she cooed.

“Shut up.” He grabbed another book. “Get reading.”

“Yes sir!”

They spent two hours researching bonding. Harry was happy with their efforts. He now had two suitable ceremonies to show Remus. Now he just had to think of a good way to propose.

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Two days later a very nervous Harry was waiting for Remus to come home. He double and triple checked the room.

“Candles…check. Table set for two…check. Fire lit but floo deactivated…check. Pillows and blankets in front of the fire…check. Pot of lube by the bedding…check. Rings…rings…” he patted himself down frantically. Slipping his hand into his pocket he pulled out the pouch with the rings. Sighing he put them back in his pocket and flopped down on the couch.

‘Calm down everything is prefect,’ he thought. ‘I’m probably being sappy doing all this but I want to make this special for him.’ Harry was just about to start pacing again when Remus entered the room.

“Harry I’m home,” called out Remus. “Did you eat yet or…” he stopped, taking in the scene before him. “Harry what’s going on?”

Harry scrambled of the sofa and hurried over to Remus who was still standing by the door.

“How was your meeting,” he asked as he tried to remove Remus’ outer robe. “Are you hungry?”

‘Ok he’s avoiding my question, he’s DEFINITELY up to something.’ “The meeting was as usual. Severus’ snide comments, Albus talking in cryptic sentences and twinkling away.” Remus finished removing his outer robe, which Harry took and hung up. Remus just stared at Harry. “So what have you been up to this evening besides redecorating?”

Harry blushed. “I ordered dinner.” He called for a house-elf who popped in with two covered trays, set them on the table and popped back out again.

“O…k,”said Remus warily. He walked over to the table and sat down. Harry sat down across from him and started dishing up their supper.

Harry’s hands were shaking slightly. ‘Get a grip, you are messing this up,’ he thought.

Remus noticing the shaking hands began to worry. ‘What is wrong with him?’

They ate mostly in silence making small talk while each worried his-self into a frenzy. Finally Remus had enough.

“Harry what IS going on?”

“Well I… it’s just that…what I mean is…oh hell,” stammered Harry. Harry jumped up and started to pace. “I wanted everything to be prefect, I screwed it up some how,” he muttered.

Remus got up and led Harry over to the sofa. He held Harry’s hands and tried to calm him down. “Talk to me Harry.” He stroked Harry’s cheek. “What ever it is we can deal with it.”

“Will you bond with me,” blurted out Harry.

“What?”

Harry took a calming breath. “Remus John Lupin will you do me the honor of bonding with me?”

Remus stared at Harry. ‘Oh gods I did hear him say that.’ He got up and started to pace. ‘He wants to bond with me, ME!’ He turned back to Harry. “Harry are you sure you would want to be tied to someone like me?”

“Of course!” He stood before Remus and held Remus’ face so he could look into his lover’s eyes. “I love you with every fiber of my body, heart and soul.” I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out the pouch holding the rings.

Remus watched as Harry opened a pouch he had retrieved from his pocket. When he saw the pair of bonding rings he gasped.

Harry took the rings out of the pouch and laid them on the palm of his hand. “Well what do you say? Are you going to make me the happiest man alive,” he asked nervously, biting at his lip.

Remus smiled and grabbed Harry, kissing him passionately. When they broke apart to breathe he stroked Harry’s cheek. “Yes I will bond with you,” he said picking Harry up and spinning them around.

Harry laughed and hung on tightly. When Remus set him back down he held up the rings. The bands were shaped like a Celtic knot in white and yellow gold. A pear shaped ruby adorned the rings with the runes for love and protection etched into it.

“These are beautiful rings Harry.” Remus reached out and took one to examine it closer. “Where did you get them?”

“They were in my vault. I grabbed them the last time we were there.”

“You have been planning this for a while then?”

Harry blushed. “I know what I want and I’m not afraid to go for it anymore.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him gently on the forehead. “I’m glad.”

“I looked up some bonding ceremonies.”

“All by yourself?”

“Well…Ginny helped too,” admitted Harry.

Remus laughed. “Figures. Did she have a hand in all this,” he gestured with one hand to the room.

“No that was all my idea. It’s a little much isn’t it,” muttered Harry.

“It’s beautiful and romantic. Thank you.” He kissed Harry. “I think we need to cheek out that love nest by the fire,” purred Remus.

“Definitely,” replied Harry.

Remus led Harry over to the fireplace where they sank to their knees, kissing and caressing each other. They slowly peeled the layers of clothing free, kissing the newly exposed flesh, reveling in the touch and taste of each other. Remus eased Harry onto his back, laving his collarbone then nipples as hands reached to free Harry from the confines of his jeans. Harry moaned and lifted his hips allowing his jeans t be swept away. He groaned in frustration as Remus’ mouth left his nipples but keened loudly a few moments later when a mouth descended on his throbbing erection. Remus licked and sucked at Harry’s cock eagerly. He reached blindly for the lube finally digging it out from under the mounds of pillows. He quickly but thoroughly prepared Harry, bringing him closer and closer to the brink with his talented mouth. Harry thrashed and clutched at his hair, muttering and moaning with need.

“Gods please Remus,” he pleaded. “Now I need…please NOW.”

Remus withdrew his fingers and draped Harry’s legs over his shoulders, shoving a pillow under Harry’s hips. He breached Harry’s entrance, sliding into him in one smooth move until he was fully encased in his lover. Harry moaned loudly and arched his back.

“Yes,” he screamed. “Move.”

Remus needed no further encouragement, sliding out slowly then slamming back in. He adjusted the angle of his hips on the next inward thrust, nailing Harry’s prostate. Harry screamed. Remus set a hard and fast pace, continuing to hit Harry’s prostate with every thrust. Harry was writhing and babbling incoherently. His cock was straining and leaking, the constant stimulation of his prostate was becoming too much.

Remus sensing that Harry was nearing his climax and rapidly approaching his own reached between them and grasped Harry’s cock. One, two, three hard jerks and Harry was cuming, spraying his and Remus’ chests with his seed. The contractions from Harry’s orgasm on his cock set off Remus’ climax as well. With one last deep thrust he was bathing Harry’s channel with his semen. His body gave a few sporadic thrusts before he collapsed, veering off to the side so as to not crush Harry. Harry’s legs slid boneless down from Remus’ shoulders to land on either side of Remus’ hips. They lay panting and shuddering, slowly coming down off their orgasmic high.

After a few minutes Remus rolled the rest of the way off Harry his soften cock slipping out of Harry. Harry moaned at the lost. Remus brushed the sweat soaked hair from Harry’s face, kissing him gently.

“I love you,” he said.

Harry smiled a lazy smile and said,” I love you too.” He sat up with a loud groan and with a wave of his hand cleaned them both up banishing the cum and sweat from their bodies. He laid back down turning to lie on his side, his head resting on Remus’ chest.

“We should get up and go to bed,” said Remus. “My back will not handle sleeping on the floor.”

“Comfortable right here,” mumbled Harry.

Remus snorted and grabbed his wand and levitated Harry to his feet amidst Harry’s sputtered protests. He stood up and scooped Harry up into his arms, carrying the now laughing young man to bed.