Our Only Hope

Our Only Hope Chapter 6

Severus flung open the door to the lab with a vengeance.

“Let’s get this over,” Severus snarled as he started to unbuckle his belt.

“Here? Now?” Harry’s eyes widened, in dismay.

Severus started to lower his slacks over his narrow hips.

“Raymond, stop that!” Harry insisted.

“I see no reason to prolong the…inevitable,” he sneered.

The way Severus looked at Harry made the young man feel as if he was a first year at Hogwarts.

When Raymond’s shorts started to slip off, Harry found his voice, “Would you just wait a minute? We have to get ready for the bonding and I would rather do…it… in a comfortable bed and not with you bent over the table.”

Harry wondered why his cock twitched when he pictured himself pounding hard into Severus with the older man stretched over a table. He shook his head, trying to push the thought away.

“I want to finish this… now!” Severus growled.

Harry could hear not only the anger in the Potions Master’s voice but also the desperation.

“We can close the lab and head over to my place,” Harry quietly suggested, trying to calm Severus.

“How can you be so bloody calm about this?” growled Snape as he pulled up his slacks. “Aren’t you tired of being used? Tired of being manipulated every time you turn around?”

Severus didn’t bother zipping up his pants before he started pacing the room, “I don’t understand why you’re not angry. Don’t you understand that they are using you?”

“Of course I understand that they are using me!” Harry exploded, his tantrum stopping the raving Potions Master in his tracks. “Don’t you think I am tired of saveing the Wizarding world? Tired of being used? Well I am!”

The anger Harry felt quickly evaporated, “I fought hard and I won, now…” Harry looked into Severus’s black eyes, “I want to left alone.”

Harry shook his head sadly and admitted, “I’m not even sure I care if the next generation looses its magic.”

“You, sir, are an idiot,” Severus said between clenched teeth. “You, of all people, have the ability to change what is wrong with the Wizarding World. Instead of taking a stance, you sit on your arse and wait to see what ‘they’ plan for you next. It’s a good thing that the hat didn’t put you in Slytherin, you would have been a disgrace.”

A soft knock at the front door interrupted their conversation. The two men turned to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorframe. Severus couldn’t help noticing that the young Slytherin looked contrite, but it did nothing to change his feeling for his godson.

“Malfoy, what do you want?” Severus growled.

“If you would permit me,” he said sheepishly, “I would like to take a moment of your time to talk to you.”

“I don’t have a moment to spare for the likes of you,” he informed his godson.

“I was raised with the belief that Malfoys never apologize, but I believe I not only owe you an apology, but also a lot more,” Draco said as he shuffled his feet and toyed with the welcoming matt.

“We’re busy Malfoy. Get on with it so we can return to our work,” Severus said as he turned his back on Draco and went to the far side of the room.

“I heard, and I know that it’s Hermione’s fault that the two of you are in this predicament,” Draco explained.

“Get on with it Draco,” Severus was quickly loosing his patience.

“When you seek your revenge on my family, all I ask is that you take it out on me and not my wife and children,” Draco pleaded.

Severus’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his godson suspiciously, “And why would I seek revenge on you family?”

“Because it is what I would do if I were in your shoes. You are the epitome of a Slytherin, and once you get your magic back there will be no stopping you. Your first target, rightfully, will be my family,” Draco explained.

“And what are you willing to give me in exchange for sparing your family?” questioned Severus.

“Me!” Draco said simply.

Severus snorted, “What would I do with you?”

“What ever you wish, including taking my life. I will sign parchments making me your chattel. By doing so, you will have the legal recourse to do with me as you will, as long as you leave the rest of my family alone,” Draco begged.

“Interesting,” Severus rubbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Take your leave Draco. I will let you know of my decision by the end of the week.”

Draco stood still for a moment. He knew his godfather had already made up his mind, and waiting till the end of the week for his decision was only the beginning of the torture he would have to endure under Severus Snape.

“Leave,” Severus hissed.

With a slight nod of his head, Draco turned on his heel and left.

Harry slammed the door shut behind Draco.

“He has always gotten on my nerves,” Harry mumbled.

“He did me also,” Severus added.

“Draco gets on your nerves? He’s you godson?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Being my godson doesn’t preclude him from getting on my nerves. He was a haughty, spoiled child--there was nothing to like about him and yet…” Severus kept his thoughts to himself.

Draco may be obnoxious, but Harry knew that he was still Severus’s godson and that Snape would take that responsibility seriously.

“Should we proceed to your residence?” Severus asked his mood calming.

“If you want this to be over…” Harry paused.

“You do realize that we will have to,” he gestured awkwardly between himself and Severus, “every few days?”

“Mr. Potter, I am not dense. I will continue having sex with you until I have accomplished what I have set out to do,” Severus sneered.

Harry was sure that Severus wasn’t talking about finding a cure for the lack of magic in the children. He suddenly felt sorry for the Wizarding World and what Severus Snape would do to it.


~*~


Harry apparated the two of them to the front of his small house. He could afford anything he wished, even Malfoy Mansion, but really all he wanted was a small place to call his own where he could putter in the garden and live in solitude. Dobby left Hogwarts and followed Harry to his new abode. He kept the house in order leaving Harry plenty of time to do the things he enjoyed.

Severus gave the home a critical look and found he approved of Harry’s taste. Though the yard was luscious and decorative, Severus noticed that every plant that was being grown was a useful potion ingredient. Harry noticed the nod of approval from Severus and found that he was proud that he had Professor Snape’s liked his yard.

“Mr. Harry, you home early…” Dobby eyed Severus suspiciously.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Harry?” Dobby asked not taking his eyes off of the Slytherin.

“Everything is fine. Mr. Raymond and I are going to be working on a project and would like to be left alone. Is there somewhere you could go until tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“Would be nice for Dobby to visit sister…are you sure you will not be needing Dobby tonight?” the house elf hadn’t taken his eyes off Severus.

“We will be fine. Now off with you,” Harry gently ordered.

With a loud clap, Dobby was gone.

“Don’t you find that creature annoying?” Severus asked as he wandered around the living room scrutinizing everything that he saw.

“A lot less than most people,” Harry replied.

A smile almost made it to Severus’s lips as he replied, “Point taken. Now offer me a strong drink so that I can do what is necessary.”

Harry pulled from his shelf his good bottle of Cognac and poured Severus a generous amount into a snifter. The aroma would be lost, but he didn’t think Severus would really care at the moment.

While he left the Potions Master to his drink, Harry went to get everything ready for the bonding. There would be a ritual bath. Harry snorted--there was always a ritual bath. Since he was the one to do the penetrating, it was his responsibility to write the ruins over…crap! Harry reread the passage in the tome, realizing that he would have to write the ruins across his hard prick. Harry sighed, knowing that he would have to write the runes in his freshly spilt blood, dipping the quill into an open wound on his arm.

Harry continued reading the ritual. They both would have to ejaculate for the bond to be complete. He knew he would have no problem with that requirement, but he was worried about Raymond. Harry was sure the man would do what was needed to get his magic, so all that was left was for Harry to say three words.

Harry drew the bath for the ritual, ensuring that the right amount of oils and spices were used. When Harry was done, he found the smell from the bath intoxicating. He discovered his slacks were becoming snug. He tried to think of exactly what he put in the water and why it was having such an effect on him, but his judgment was clouded and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of what he was suppose to do.

Harry felt strong arms circle his waist. He leaned into the long, hard body and moaned. Turning in the tight embrace, he faced his soon-to-be lover. Harry reached out trembling fingers and gently touched Severus’s face, tracing the high cheekbones, the hooked nose, and the thin lips. His fingers spoke to him, told him that the man who possessed those features was a beautiful man. Harry’s fingers moved of their own volition, pulling Severus’s face toward him for a passionate kiss. He groaned as he was led out of the steam-filled room.

“Idiot boy, take some deep breaths,” Severus instructed as he led Harry to the couch. “You call yourself a Potions Master, yet you make a juvenile mistake like that.”
“Really, even a first year knows better than to brew a potion without proper ventilation.” Severus grumbled as he vigorously rubbed Harry’s back.

“Sorry,” Harry choked out, “never thought of it as a potion…only a hot bath.”

“How do you feel?” Once Severus realized how close the two were sitting he swiftly moved to the other side of the room.

“Feeling better,” Harry smiled awkwardly at Severus. “I don’t think we will need those aphrodisiacs that Hermione supplied us.”

Severus cheeks reddened, “Obviously not. Should we…”

“Yes?” Harry asked.

“Should we undress out here?” Harry had never thought of Severus as being shy until this moment.

“Now that we know the effects of the steam in the bathroom it would make more sense that we continue this in there.”

“Yes…that is acceptable,” Severus said as he turned and faced the bathroom door.

Harry came up beside him and they stood shoulder to shoulder staring at the door. Like two people heading for the gallows, the two of them stepped forward. Harry entwined his fingers with those of Severus and was surprised that the Slytherin didn’t pull away.

“Shall we?” questioned Harry.

“We shall,” Severus replied as they walked into the bathroom together.



Please let me know what you think. Every review is greatly apprecaited. Also, for those who have read Paradise by the sea...I will continue it but I need to finish a couple of the stories I am writing on before I do. Sorry...