Family Bonds

Chapter 9.

Don't own HP. Still wish.

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Through out the rest of the day he tried to avoid as much of human contact that he could. More especially a certain potion master was one he was trying to avoid. He mostly stayed in his room only to venture out when he was called for. And worse of all when he was asked to do hall duty. But for the most of the part Feral had been doing a very good job. He had made a promise earlier that morning that he would have dinner with his mother and a friend of hers. He hated going out, more over he knew what she was planning. A blind date for him. Standing in front of his mirror in the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel he scold at himself in his reflection. The steam from his pervious shower slowly seeped out of the bathroom and into his room as he left to dress.

He didn’t hear the small pop from his fire place as he started to look for something suitable to wear tonight.

“Feral Masters why are you prancing about in a towel!?” The loud angered woman’s voice was shouted in his room.

Feral jumped before turning to the flamed head of his mother.

“Mom, I just got out of the shower do you mind?”

Amy smiled softly and apologetically.

“Sorry honey. Oh I’m going to be late tonight so don’t the two of you wait up for me okay?” Before he could even complain she was gone.

Feral just glared at the empty fire place and started to dress.

~*~

Seven thirty-two already and Feral was already on his second glass of scotch. His hair covered his warming slight red cheeks, he had only arrived two minutes ago and already he was regretting his promise. Though the place was nice and he was sitting at a nice booth by the wall away from most prying eyes. He wore only a long black sleeve turtle neck with pressed black slacks. No robes this time, the paper had claimed it was going to be cool tonight.

He was praying that no one would come, that he was stood up and that he could go home and sleep the night away.

Oh how wrong was he.


~*~


Black eyes scanned about the area. Hw must have not heard Araca correctly. Shoulder length black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a blood-wine red silk shirt held a black leather vest with silver snake buttons. Black dress robe pants blended out the artery. Snape growled out again before seeing a wizard that looked vaguely familiar.

“It can’t be . . .”

Slowly advancing upon the other person his mind was growing a headache by the second.

“Masters?”


~*~


Feral wished he was dead right about now. His eyes looked up and he groaned in defeat.

“That’s it mom you win!” He whined out and slammed his forehead against the table as Snape sat down across from him.

“I am guessing we were both tricked then.” Snape replied ignoring Feral’s small whine he ordered himself a glass of scotch as Feral downed his and ordered another.

“Why is it every time I think that something happens to gets worse hn?” Feral asked picking up his menu and looking at something anything other then his date.

Snape followed in suite agreeing to Feral’s question.

“Look y mother said to order anything on the menu so don’t insult her by going something for the cheapest on here,” Feral piped up and glanced at Snape.

But his glance turned into a stare as the black eyes ran along the other male. ‘Wow he cleans up pretty well.’

Snape didn’t say anything. Though when Feral looked away it was Snape’s turn to gawk at the other male.

“You look rather innocent with you hair not spiked up,” Snape said putting down his own menu.

Feral blinked, ‘is he hitting on me?’ Feral asked himself before giving Snape a small real smile.

“You don’t look to bad yourself. Even your hair looks soft to touch,” Feral said and bit his lip a second latter.

At this Snape laughed softly making Feral look at him with confusion.

“I put grease in it so it won’t catch on fire,” Snape said as he stopped laughing. That made sense.


~*~


The meal was rather nice. Feral and Snape . . . no Severus, had some rather interesting chats on how they were talked into a blind date with one another.

Feral sat back nursing his drink, “yah that’s Araca for you. Always the one to match make with my mother.”

Snape drank the rest of his down and looked about the room. It was too much for him to take anymore.

“Shall we head somewhere a bit more secluded?” Severus asked and Feral shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure why not . . .”

Though they had only port keyed back to Hogwarts it was Severus whom invited Feral into his private quarters. Feral sat in one of the arm chairs moaning in pleasure at the comfortableness that he felt. Yes he was trying to avoid this man but now he just didn’t care anymore. Severus had left the room while Feral made himself at home, when he came back he held a glass out to feral whom took it with thanks. Severus sat across Feral in a twin chair. The room itself was large and decorated in an eighteenth century modern flare.

The fire was warm against Feral’s right side. But then again this was going to be his fifth glass of scotch tonight and he already was feeling a bit heated under the collar.

“You know when I first came here, I wasn’t really expecting to do much here. Just get what I needed and leave. Guess I was wrong.”

Severus looked at him from the top of his glass. He set it down beside the leg and looked at the younger man.

“And what would that be?”

Feral quirked a half smile. “Falling for someone.”

This now really intrigued Severus and he leaned forward to listen more.

“And who would that be Mr. Masters?” He asked a slight purring tone came from him.

“It’s Feral thank you. I am not my father . . . although.” Without really think he stripped off his shirt and took out his wand un-charming his back. “This would say different.”

Feral almost stumbled up to Severus and sat at his feet with his back towards the older wizard. Severus’s eyes widened.

A large tattoo covered Feral’s back. A large black rose that held a black snake coiled about the stem of the rose sate in the middle of his back from between the shoulder blades down to the lower part. Words ran above the rose’s head.

“Latin? What does it mean Feral?”

“ ‘Lay upon thy name with shame shall receive thy bite of venom’.”

Severus’s fingers ran across the words making Feral moan and arch into his touch. He could barely catch the other’s words as he turned to face him. Eyes glazed over with a need in his eyes. Severus looked into the young man’s eyes, but their gazes only lasted for a second before their lips crushed against one another.



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