Love Me Gently

A/N: I realize that Draco actually is a bit out of character even in my own mind.. However I blame lack of sleep and reading a fic where he\'s nicer to play into what he\'s turned to be. I blame the reason on the fact he\'s happy for his godfather.. that\'s all I can do at this point. Sorry if I\'d upset anyone by it.



Fuu - That\'s hardly a tough choice, I still prefer cookie dough! Which I am at a lack of right now and crave anyhow.



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The few moments before full wakefulness. The moments that you forget what happened the previous day, about why he was waking in a strange dormitory decorated green silver and black instead of the red and gold he was so used to was almost bliss for Harry. When the memories returned though he wished they’d remain forgotten, he was even willing to forget those two kisses if things had returned the way they were before he admitted he was gay and in love with Snape. Harry would never have thought the red head could turn against him so quickly simply because of his orientation, it really wasn’t that big of deal. Was it?



Harry turned to his back to stare up at the ceiling in no hurry to get up. It was a Saturday, he had nothing to do. His mind wandered to Draco’s kindness and only now found himself getting surprised by it, perhaps because he’d latched on to one of the few who were being kind to him the day passed. Was it because he was happy for his godfather? Why was it he seemed definite that Harry would be getting together with Snape? All besides the two kisses he’d received.. He smiled at the memory, okay perhaps he wasn’t willing to forget those. They proved to him Snape wanted him as well, that he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of whatever had come over him.



“Potter wake up,” Draco’s voice called into the room before he appeared. Harry turned his head to him with a confused look. “Uncle just informed me you have private potions lessons with him this afternoon, you better get going.”



“It’s that late already?” Harry mumbled. He hadn’t checked the time but he had idly forgotten that he did indeed have something to do and it was with Snape! He quickly slid out of bed and grabbed a set of clothing and slid them on with a sigh, it was only the weekend so he didn’t need to wear House robes but he had to remember to change them.



“Yes Harry, you’ve slept quite late today,” Draco drawled sitting down on the vacated bed, chuckling at how fast Harry had moved to get dressed. “Of course, that might be because you were tossing and turning half the night.”



“Oh.. Sorry,” Harry mumbled finger combing his hair to some semblance of neatness before grabbing his potions textbook and hurrying out leaving an amused Draco Malfoy in his bed.



“The effects on the mate certainly are strong...” Draco mused to himself as he stood up and spelled the bed neat. He glanced at the trunk that had been left open in Potter’s hurry and smiled sweetly kneeling down he got to work changing House colors and emblems from Gryffindor to Slytherin.



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‘What’re you so nervous about?’ the snake in the portrait asked Harry as he waited for Snape to allow him in. His attention focused on it for a moment and he gave a small smile to the snake who slid seemingly closer to get a better look at the one who seemed to understand it. “I don’t know.. I’m just anxious to see him.” Harry replied in parseltongue just as Snape opened the portrait to him. ‘Come visit next time, I haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.’



“Forgotten had you Potter?” Snape asked in his silky voice as Harry walked passed into the private suite.



“Sorry sir, I’d just woken up,” Harry said wetting his lips some with a dart of his tongue. It seemed harder to ignore Snape and that intoxicating scent that he gave off after those two kisses, he was having a harder time from wanting to step forward to claim a third and some more things that flitted passed his mind.



“The workroom hasn’t changed places Mr Potter, unless you no longer want private lessons,” Snape replied coolly when Harry didn’t move passed the few steps into the living room. “This is taking up my personal time as well that should be like a day off of teaching so decide.”



“No, I still want the lessons. Sorry.” Harry murmured with a blush hinting at his cheeks and he hurried through the door to the workroom they’d been working in before. He stood away from the cauldrons as Snape took his time to follow in a less hurried manner.



“Very well.. lets begin Potter.” Snape said giving Harry a light push towards the cauldron sitting off to the side from the others.



Severus was feeling the same stronger effects and he knew the kisses were a mistake, the second wasn’t even necessary any further than trying to ease his frazzled nerves after the call Potter had sent him an hour earlier. Severus was trying to ignore the boy’s scent but the longer the lesson went on even the boy’s incompetency wasn’t enough to override the longing to touch him and so much more. His eyes had fallen to the tanned expanse of neck that he was able to stare at as Potter bent over the cauldron.



Harry shivered as he felt hands slide along his sides and the tall form of Snape’s body slide in behind him. He stood up slightly and paused when he felt Snape’s breath against his neck, his face nuzzling closer to the flesh as arms encircled his waist and held him firmly against Snape’s body. A small gasp escaped Harry as he felt the telltale signs of arousal poking at his back through their clothing, letting his eyes close briefly as he stopped fighting it. “Sir..?” Harry whispered when all the man was doing was nuzzling at his neck.



Severus licked his lips, the scent of Potter was so sweet and he just wanted to taste him. He grabbed the boy’s chin and turned his face towards him pressing his lips to Potter’s possessively, his lips twitched in a brief smile as the boy’s responded perfectly to his own. He turned the boy in his arms and gently guided him into a shelf lined wall as his tongue was admitted between those perfect lips. He explored the boy’s mouth as far as his tongue could reach before running his tongue over Potter’s and played with it possessively claiming the boy’s mouth as his own.



“Potter..” Severus breathed out as the kiss came to an end, his craving barely satiated. He looked into Potter’s eyes and noticed the surprise and he chuckled, the glamour had fell long before the kiss had started. His blue eyes met those beautiful emerald and held them as he ran his hands over the body pressed against him.



“Harry..” Harry muttered hating the sound of his last name in the man’s voice as he tried to come to terms that Snape’s eyes had turned a bright blue. “My name’s Harry..”



“Harry then..” Severus replied with a smile his fangs peeking out passed his lips but Harry didn’t recoil at the sight and Severus wondered if the boy had already suspected. He leaned in kissing at the boys neck easily scenting the fresh blood flowing in the boy’s veins. Harry stiffened some but didn’t fight him, fisting Severus’ robes in his hands was the only other sign of nervousness escaping him as the older man bit down his teeth sinking easily into the flesh and relished in the taste of blood that swarmed into his mouth. It tasted so splendidly sweet so similar to his scent and yet so different than any of the blood he’d ever tasted before.



Harry gasped at the pain, at first he tried to push the tall vampire away but he stood his ground and fed. Slowly Harry stopped and he felt the man’s grip on him loosen and gentle strokes pass over his sides successfully beginning to calm him and he began to actually enjoy the idea of it. He leaned against the wall slowly more as time passed and finally the man drew away licking over the wounds and closing them. Harry’s eyes opened to look into those blue eyes a small smile pulling at his lips even as a look of horror passed across Snape’s face. Harry lifted an arm and touched Snape’s cheek trying to smooth away the new lines of emotion on that usually emotionless face.



“Potter.. Harry.. I..” Severus stammered as he realized what he’d allowed himself to do. He remembered the boy’s hands pushing against his chest to try stop him and rewarding him when he’d stopped fighting. He tried to pull away but those hands stopped him and the sight of Harry beginning to slide to the floor stopped him. “I shouldn’t have done that..”



Harry gave a small shake of his head, but stopped himself when his lightheadedness worsened. He gasped when he felt himself lifted up and he clung to the taller man as he was carried out to the living room and sat down on the couch. Snape sat down a small distance further on the couch as if to keep himself from following through with other temptations. “My apologies Harry.. I’ve never allowed myself to lose control like that.”



“So.. that’s it,” Harry muttered not minding the apology as he looked at Snape shifting closer to him on the couch. “That’s why I’m all of a sudden .. attracted to you.. You’re a vampire, and I’m your.. mate.”



Severus’ blue eyes watched Harry curiously as the boy shifted closer, he expected the boy to show some fear. The fear he’d scented in the moments after he had bitten, even the lust that his scent forced on Harry for him still would leave him open to fear him even a little as had been proven. “You’ve known, haven’t you Potter?”



“I told you, it’s Harry,” Harry retorted a hand lifting to touch Snape’s cheek lightly beneath the eye. The man didn’t look so bad with blue eyes and he smiled. “I suspected the moment you shown interest in what I’d learned of vampires.. I was never certain. I was wanting to disbelieve my assumptions though, even allow ‘Mione to prove me wrong.”



“Granger knows?” Severus pulled away his lip pulled up in a sneer causing Harry to pull away some. He’d spent his whole life trying to hide the fact he was a vampire, the headmaster knew but only because of the dangers he stood to the students when he was still a kid and when he became a teacher. It seemed the secret was about to get out fast. “What about Weasley?”



“They knew I suspected..” Harry said cautiously shifting uncomfortably again under the look he was getting and had to look away. “I’m sorry.. If you’d just told me instead of letting me try to figure it out on my own..”



Severus sighed, there was nothing to do about it now and Harry was right. If he hadn’t been in denial about the fact Harry was his mate no one else would have known. He shouldn’t have expected Harry to ignore it quite as much as he had, he knew the boy was looking for answers and he refused to give them to him. “No Harry.. I apologize for not being forthcoming.”



A simple touch was all that it took for Harry to close the space between the two of them and was in Severus’ lap leaning against his chest with a content smile on his face. Once the two were through with ignoring the temptations they enjoyed the closeness and Harry was enjoying the comfort being in Severus’ arms. He turned his face up and smiled as he was kissed once more as the kiss turned from passionate to needy Severus pulled at his clothes and Harry let him.



Harry was on his back shirtless with Severus leaning over him kissing and nipping at his neck lightly those long fingered hands made easy work of his pants and underwear and Harry was left nude and blushing as he looked up at the vampire. Harry knew what was happening and something in the back of his mind was saying it was going too fast but Harry couldn’t get himself to say no, to call a pause in the activities. He was aroused but he was beginning to get nervous as any first timer would be, and the look in Severus’ eyes though lustful looked almost foreign to him.



Severus’ body pulled away from him, the man quickly shed his black robes and his clothes but was leaning over Harry once more crushing their lips in a bruising kiss. Harry let his hands wander over the bare chest feeling the muscles flutter beneath his fingers, he was no less nervous though as Severus parted his legs. Harry cried out painfully when the man thrust into him swiftly sheathing himself with no preparations. His emerald eyes widened as his hand pushed at the man as he found his voice to cry for Severus to stop. “Stop! I-It hurts...”



The man seemed deaf to his cries though as Severus slid out and slammed back into him pulling another cry of pain from Harry. His pleas continued until he was voiceless from crying out. It felt as though he was on fire it was so painful and each thrust was harder and more vicious than the last, tears had sprung from his eyes and were free flowing as he wished for the man to finish and get out of him. With a shuddering gasp from the tall vampire the time had come and with a sick feeling he felt the man’s seed fill him and the man slumped over his body.



“G-get off me..” Harry’s raspy voice whispered trying to push at the man. Now he seemed to hear him and looked at him confusion apparent in his eyes. “Please.. get off of me.”



Severus blinked his confusion a gentle thumb brushed at Harry’s tear streaked cheek and frowned when the boy flinched. His nose began to pick up the stench of fear and pulled away to do as the boy requested but his nose flared at the scent of blood, his eyes widening as he looked where the scent was coming from as he pulled out to find himself covered in the boy’s sweet blood. Severus stared at himself and then Harry in horror as he realized slowly that he’d failed to do right by Harry and prepare him, the cries came back to him slowly as pain filled not pleasure.



Harry pushed himself away from the dark haired man ignoring the pain that flared through his body as he tried to sit up to find his clothes. He wanted out of here and away from the man before anything else could happen, but he certainly wasn’t lost beneath the scent the man was still producing it was easily ignored this time. Harry flinched when he felt the man’s hands on him and he tried to fight the tight grasp he had on him.



“Harry stop.. I’m sorry..” Severus was fighting the temptation to pin the boy down to keep him from fighting, it wouldn’t help to stop him from fearing him. “Let me clean you up.. I.. I need to heal the damage.”



“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Harry spat each word out slowly, fear and disgust evident in his voice and Severus let him go. His body told him he should allow the man to heal him at least so he wouldn’t be hurting quite as bad but his mind screamed not to let him near enough. He grabbed his clothes and forced them on quickly but when he tried to stand his legs gave out on him and he fell into Severus’ waiting arms.



“I told you to stop..” Harry whimpered as he lost control pushing himself away from Severus even if he landing on the floor. Tears fell again and he clenched his fists, why couldn’t he just get up and run? “Begged for it... Told you it hurt. You didn’t listen..”



“Harry.. I.. I’m sorry..” Severus said, he had no real excuses he could have kept himself under his own control so he wasn’t leaving instinct to do the work. He hadn’t though and now he managed to hurt Harry. “I didn’t mean.. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”



“Y-you raped me Snape!” Harry spat out against his apologies, anger taking over after he listened to those words. There was no such thing as apologizing to the one you raped, now was there? “I couldn’t even get myself to tell you to slow down.. it wasn’t until it hurt that I was able to say anything to get you to stop and you didn’t. The bloody spell that was over me as your mate wouldn’t allow me to and you took advantage of it!”



Severus recoiled at the accusation and the sick feeling in his stomach worsened as he realized it was the truth. Once Harry was under it’s full effects the boy wouldn’t have managed to voice anything against what was happening until something like pain or fear broke the spell. He looked away ashamed of himself and sickened about what he had done, his eyes spotted the stain of blood on his couch and it made him want to vomit. He’d done wrong by Harry and there was no way to fix it.. Severus looked back to where Harry had been on the floor startled when he heard the door close, proof that the boy had regained the strength in his legs to flee from his rapist.



Harry found his way back to Slytherin and up to his dormitory, ignoring the strange looks that he’d gotten as he’d rushed past. He fell into his bed and let himself cry, pulling the pillow to his chest. He’d never felt so helpless in his life, even when he was stuck at his relatives over the summer and having to deal with them without the threat of magic making them leery of him.



“Harry?” Draco had gotten news of him running through the common room and was concerned about what happened. Even more now that he realized the boy who always managed to get out of things without breaking down was crying. “Are you alright?”



“No..” Harry said without looking at Draco, he didn’t want anyone around him and squeezed his eyes shut further. “Leave me alone..”



Harry expected Draco to give him some snarky remark and leave him be. That was the Draco he knew so well, but the one he didn’t know was the one that had been showing himself yesterday and today. Harry stiffened as he felt his bed shift beneath added weight and he tried to slide away, this really wasn’t helping him. “What happened Harry?”



“Please.. leave me alone.” Harry whined trying to ignore the fact Draco wasn’t moving away from him and if he moved any further away he’d fall off the bed. “I.. don’t want to talk about it.”



“Is it because you found out what he is?” Draco asked cautiously. There was nothing his godfather could say to insult the boy and make him break down even at his nastiest so Draco was at a loss at what could have happened. He sighed when Harry shook his head and bit his lip. “You know he’s a vampire?” A nod, so it wasn’t just because he now knew or didn’t know.



“Harry.. I want to help but I can’t if you won’t tell me,” Draco said slowly hardly believing the boy who thrived in attention wanted to be truly alone.



“I don’t want to tell you.. and I already told you what you could do to help me.” Harry said anger building as he turned around to glare at the blond, but not before the blond noticed a look of pain cross Harry’s face. “Leave me alone.”



Draco sighed and nodded as he stood up, whatever it was he wasn’t going to get any answers from Harry. He left Slytherin in attempts to ask his godfather to see what had happened but the portrait wouldn’t accept the password. Furrowing his brow he knocked instead but Snape didn’t answer and Draco was left at a loss of what to do to help the two who seemed to want to be alone.



Harry remained in his dorm for the rest of the weekend barely touching the food Draco brought up for him. He didn’t want to face anyone as if people would know upon looking at him that he’d given himself to Snape and had gotten taken advantage of. Only Draco knew he had been with Snape that afternoon and he watched Harry worriedly having no idea what had gone wrong between the two.



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A/N2: I know it\'s a lot shorter than the last four, but I want the aftermath to be pushed to further chapters and this one came to an end early. My apologies but the next one will be longer, I promise!!