The Engagement Kiss

I’m so sorry for how long this took for such a meager chapter but class is conspiring to kill me. T.T Please don’t eat me.

“How long will I be clingy towards Severus for?” he asked hoping it wasn’t long, he didn’t really mind but he was sure that the potions master would. Naji gave him a smile and Harry felt something tickling in the back of his mind.

“When you can control your link you’ll be able to stop most of the clingy feelings but they’ll never really go away until you complete the bond.” He replied, “But it’s not that bad once you’ve control. Now you’ve been asleep for six days I’m sure your hungry for some real food. So I’ll be back.” The strange boy finished, leaving the three friends alone. They looked at each other and Harry gave a long sigh,

“I have a feeling this is going to be a long month.” He said eliciting laughs from them.

Chapter 8:

Severus Snape was not the kind of man to become emotionally attached to anything, yet here he was basically stalking his young fiancé desperate to learn more about the boy. His previous belief that the boy was a stuck up, spoiled brat was becoming less likely the more time he spent with the boy. He had some knowledge of how he had been treated thought the years and it was hardly the life Severus had pictured. With a silent sigh he sent another glance Harry’s way, when had this feeling progressed to calling his worst enemy’s son by his first name?

All the recent events had set Severus’ mind on end, and it disturbed him. The pinning he felt to just see Harry was almost obsessive, especially since he was being denied that one pleasure. The boy had come into his instincts fully; as such he was prone to them. Severus didn’t want the boy to be uncomfortable around him yet at the same time there was a strange ache that settled in his chest on that had started when the new boy, Naji, told him that Harry wouldn’t trust him enough yet to not take advantage. Severus knew that this was a normal reaction, hell they’d been enemies before this he couldn’t expect Harry to trust him after six years of verbal abuse but somehow it still hurt. Green eyes met his black ones for the briefest moment and Harry blushed hotly before turning away, Severus berated himself internally. That blush had to be the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

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Harry shifted and blushed under his Potions Master’s intense gaze, mealtimes were the only time they saw each other these days. Ron and Hermione would’ve hid him away until he was fully under his own control but Naji said that he had to at least see Severus or things would get messy. Harry was glad for the temporary reprieve from his training with Naji, while the other boy was kind and polite in every respect he often couldn’t help teasing Harry for broadcasting his thoughts so loudly. Much to Harry’s embarrassment he was often caught thinking about Severus in a far more than friendly way. What he hadn’t expected was the way Severus seemed to need to see him as well, when he asked Naji if the clinginess he felt worked both ways the other boy frowned,
“I suppose that its entirely possible, very few Ander’s are as powerful as you and even fewer find mates as…compatible as you and Severus are.” Was the cautious reply, Naji had quickly learned that the younger boy hated being reminded of how powerful he was. Harry however was surprised; he and Severus were ‘compatible’?

“How are we compatible? We’ve hated each other since we met…” Harry asked feeling a bit sad at the reminder of their animosity, but Naji smiled.

“I suppose but what to little boys do when they like a girl? Tease her and pull her hair.” He said with a laugh, “So maybe you two were meant for each other the whole time and were denying it.” Harry had gapped at him; surely that idea was a load of bollocks. Wasn’t it?

Looking at Severus now Harry hoped that his new friend could be right, with a blush he turned back to his food and tried to listen to whatever Hermione was carrying on about. Later back in the confines of the carefully spelled room that Naji and Harry were using to practice, they were very close to breaking through on Harry’s strange inability to control the link.

“I think it might have something to do with your link to Voldemort,” Naji said once they were safely in the room, the first time they had spoken about the plague in Harry’s life he had been surprised that Naji spoke his name. “While we know that he has nowhere near the mental prowess as us but I think because of the incident in your fifth year.” Harry flinched here, Naji had gotten him to talk about it but it still hurt.

“You’re afraid of the link.” Naji finished.

“If I were afraid of it wouldn’t I instinctively close myself off from everyone?” Harry asked confused, Naji looked thoughtful.

“Depends on your fear I suppose, if you’re so afraid of it to not even want to anything with that power than you would leave it wide open to anyone.” He said, which made some sense to Harry but he sensed another problem.

“How do I control it then?” He asked, he wanted to but there was a small underling vein of fear. Naji smiled sadly Harry felt that tickle in the back of his mind, and then something like a push. Naji was trying to invade his mind!?

“Naji stop!” He cried struggling, panic settling in. Naji stood to hold his friend but didn’t let up, the tension increased. Harry struggled, why did it hurt if the link was wide open anyway? His thoughts whirred trying to figure out how to stop this. One more push from Naji and a barrier broke, Harry gasped. His mind flooded with other people’s thoughts, Hermione’s, Ron’s, Severus’, even the sadness that Naji felt at doing this. And Harry understood, he had been a one way channel. Open to them but refusing at the same time, he gently pushed everyone from his mind, closing off his own thoughts too keeping them in his own mind. Weary and relieved he sank into Naji’s hold, he never realized how heavy it was to block everyone out.

“Its alright, you did it. I’m sorry.” Naji whispered, conjuring a chair and maneuvering them into it. Harry snuggled sleepily against his friend,

“It hurt…but I was hurting you too, and Az. Denying you and at the same time burdening you. I’m sorry.” He whispered, voice soft and exhausted, the last thing he heard before he feel asleep was Naji’s whispered words and the soft mental hug that Az sent him,

“You did well little brother, and don’t worry you are never a burden.” His older brother’s voice whispered and Harry for once actually believed it.

A/N: Sorryyyyy! First for the absurdly long time I took to write this chap and second because it’s a short chap and rather boring! >.> I SORRY! I LOVE YOU ALL. Reviews pwease. =P