Rockstar

Hellos! How is everyone's evening today? Mine is just swell! I came home from work, and realized, I've got another kidney stone! Woot! That's the 6th one in three years! Pray tell, does anyone know how bad Kidney Stones hurt? Well, I'll tell you. Worse than childbirth. Hooray for me! My nurse at school told me that after having 3 kids, a kidney stone was much worse! So when I do have kids, at least it'll be a piece of cake! Now enough of me babbling, and on with Chapter 6! I know you are all dying to see what happens next! Me too! Some notes for this chapter: We take a break from Lucius and his little Dragon to re-visit the stars of this story, Harry and Severus! Let's see how those two are doing!

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"How old are you, really?"

Severus chuckled at the question-one that anyone would ask a vampire. "I was born a vampire, Harry. One's who are born vampires age slowly, much slower than Humans. I may look thirty-five, but in reality, I was born in 1893." Severus had started running his fingers alongside Harry's arm in a soothing and gentle way. "Unlike those who are turned-they stay the age they turned; I will continue to age-that is until I chose to turn my mate. It is a very special ritual that not many vampire's choose to partake in, since many never find their mates." He said, like he was reading from a textbook. The man would have made a great teacher, the way he explained things.

Harry looked up at him, a small smile spreading over his lips. "Hm, so if you found your mate, would you turn them in this special ritual?" The green eyes sparkled. He wanted to see what Severus would say. Maybe he was the guitarists mate? Maybe he would be able to stay with the man forever. It was a double sided question, one he hoped Severus wouldn't catch on to, though he was sure the man would-he was very smart.

Severus chuckled lightly, placing a kiss on the boys forehead. He had caught the true meaning of the question, and had to chose his words very carefully around the boy. He wasn't even quite sure if Harry was his mate yet-he didn't want to give the boy false hope. "Perhaps." Was all he said. It left nothing, and something to the imagination at the same time.

"Oh....well then. When was your favorite era to live in?" Harry asked, looking a little upset at not getting a direct answer for his previous question. The boy snuggled closer into Severus's chest, humming at the feeling. He had never felt so content before.

"That would be the 1920's. I worked for a very notorious gangster running liquor of the borders in America. It was such an interesting time. His name was Al Capone. Very nice man." He laughed, remembering the shocked expression he would never forget on the gangsters face when Severus got into a fight with him and ended up giving him a scar that ended up being his nickname-Scarface. He had been the only one to not be afraid of the man, which gained his respect and trust. And why would he be afraid of a muggle? Severus was a vampire, and a wizard. "Then I guess now is a very nice time to live in. I've got a very good band, I get to play my music. It's very interesting to see how the music trends change over time. I would have to say I love the style these days, so dark. Plus," He looked down at Harry, running a calloused finger over the boys lips. "...I have you." Severus planted a passionate kiss on Harry's lips.

The rest of the night went fast, to Harry at least. He didn't learn much more about Severus. Or rather, he learned things, but he never got exact answers from the vampire. It was frustrating, but it was also part of Severus's charms. The young wizard was starting to get sleepy, but he didn't want the vampire to leave his side.

"Harry.." Severus said softly, noticing the tell tale signed of sleep. "...we need to talk about us-I want to be your master, if you'll have it. This is the only chance I'll give you. Do you want this? Do you want to be mine?" If he didn't talk to the boy about this soon, he was afraid he never would, and he didn't want to push the boy into something he didn't want, or regret later. "It's a very serious decision to make, so I'll give you time. Rest now. The sun will rise soon, and I must return home before that." Severus placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lips before standing from the bed, "I'll return for your answer. Just wait for me." He smirked before disapparating from the raven haired wizards room.

Harry blushed at Severus's proposal. Of course he wanted to belong to the guitarist! Why wouldn't he? But before he could speak, the man had kissed him and left, promising to return. Harry let out a happy sigh of content before laying back down in his bed and closing his eyes. He fell fast asleep with a smile on his lips, dreaming of the man that had captivated him.

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A week past, and Harry had yet to see, or hear from Severus. He was growing very anxious. What if Severus was just playing with him? Being cruel, leading him on; just like Ron had said. He had taken the week to really think, like Severus had told him too. He had thought long and hard. He still wanted the kind of relationship Severus was offering him. After the taste he had of the man's dominance that night, he wanted more, craved more. He had never realized it, but he craved punishment. He needed it. For all the hurt he had caused people. He had been the reason his parent's were dead. The reason his god father was dead. He had no family-all because he had refused the advancements of some evil wizard. The wizard didn't take to kindly to it, and decided to kill all his living family. And that's why Harry was living in muggle London-it was far away from the man that killed his family.

Harry shook his head of the dark and painful thoughts of his past. Severus cared for him, he just had too. The instant he saw the man he would tell him his answer. He was done being alone. He wanted Severus to be his master, to take care of everything, and him. Harry sighed, going back to his painting. Yes, he was a painter, but not any painter. He painted artwork for bands-album covers, promotion designs. He even painted for muggle bands. It was a living. And right now he was painting something for himself-at least that's what he told himself. He secretly hoped that Severus would like it, and use it for The Kiss, that was his inspiration behind the dark painting sitting in front of him.

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Severus was the most grumpy he had been in a very long time. Not being able to see Harry was making the vampire very upset and angry. He had cursed the bands manager so much he was sent to St. Mungo's. Maybe it was the way Lucius pranced about, reminding everyone that he had a veela in his bed. Maybe it was the smart ass drummer Matt just being an ignorant muggle. But Severus knew better-it was because he couldn't see Harry. He had been so busy with the handful of new songs that needed to be perfected, and planning the upcoming concert. He had had very little time to even rest. And to top things off, his Lord had been asking for his help in matters every night. Stupid idiots. Not even that mad man's own Potions Master could brew the things the Dark Lord wanted-he was useless. Severus always wondered why the crazed cult leader hadn't killed the man yet. And it was another one of those nights. The burning in his arm just made the guitarist snarl, making everyone, but Lucius take a step back-the singer had the same mark.

Really Severus. Stop throwing a tantrum every time 'He' calls for you. You should be honored that 'He' calls you at all." Lucius said smugly,observing his perfectly manicured fingers. Only Lucius would care about something so minuscule such as finger nails. The damn aristocrat.

Severus just cursed at the silver haired singer, before apperating away to find out what his Lord wanted now.

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It was day 14 since Harry had last seen Severus, and he was starting to really panic. What if something had happened? What if someone killed him? What if he had found someone else? Harry had been crying for days. He didn't think he would react to someone like that before. Had he started to love the man? He wasn't sure. But what he was sure of, was that he was very lonely and sad without the vampire there. It's not like they had known each other that much, they had really only had sex a couple times, and one session of chatting. But the gentleness in which Severus touched him made the boy feel special, wanted, loved.

Harry was sitting at his easel, wiping away the tears with one hand while he tried to concentrate on the painting before him when he heard a loud crack in his room. The boy turned quickly, grabbing his wand and pointing at the intruder-he had grown to accept that Severus was probably never coming back. But what he saw was just that. "..Severus!" He said softly, as if he was seeing a dream.

Severus apparated into Harry's room, glad the boy was there. But when the boy turned his wand at him, his breath hitched. Harry's eyes where red and swollen, and tears were falling from his eyes. It seemed like the boy had been crying for days. And the sadness in his muted green eyes pierced the vampires cold heart. "Harry..." He whispered, closing the gap between the two to take the boy into his arms, holding him tight to his body. He knew exactly what the boy was feeling, and he would never let it happen again. "Shhh...I'm here now. Don't cry." He hushed the sobbing boy in his arms. How could he have left him like this? He hadn't even though about how Harry would feel with him gone. Maybe the bond between the two was stronger than he thought.

It took Severus fifteen minutes to settle his pet down, along with a plethora of kisses. Severus was now sitting on the couch, Harry sniffling at his side, snuggled up against his side. "Harry...I'm sorry. I should have written. I've been very busy." He said softly, wiping away a stray tear, before holding the boy by his shoulders and looking at him seriously. "..Have you thought about your answer?"

Harry smiled weakly, nodding his head. "I want to be yours. Please...don't ever leave me, Master." Harry blushed at the last word. It was strange at how right it felt to call Severus his master. Harry's looked up at his master, pleading with him- he couldn't bare for the man to tell him no after all this.

Severus looked at the boy, searching his eyes for any hesitance, but found none. And how could he turn down his sweet boy, after calling him Master. He would be a bad master if he did. "Good boy." Severus smirked, pulling Harry into a much needed fervent kiss which left both pairs panting. "You have much to learn, my pet. Shall we begin?" It wasn't much of a question, for Severus didn't even wait for Harry to try and answer, and swooped him up in his arms, dissaparating to his home to 'teach' his pet the art of their relationship.

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Short! I know! I'm sorry! I just had to end it there, for I am having some pretty bad writers block. And, a first! A chapter without..well, you know. Hot smexy action. Don't worry, they'll be plenty more to come! I think I am going to try and write the next chapter tonight, but lets not push it kay! Gypsii has a stone! It's hard to write when you feel like someone is scraping a rusty nail on your insides! Please Review!

P.S. I have tomorrow off! So expect at least two chapters!