The weeks at the beginning of the school year were extremely busy for Harry and his circle. Between school and training, they had barely any free time. There were a few bad moments in that time; starting with the first time Severus was summoned by Voldemort, three days after their bonding.
Harry was sitting in the Slytherin common room, talking with his new friends. Almost every seventh year Slytherin had made overtures of friendship to their new Housemate, and while he was alert for deceit, he sensed no real malice in them. He was discussing Quidditch plays with Draco Malfoy when a sudden pain shot through his left forearm. Harry’s hissed-in breath caught the blond’s attention, who narrowed his eyes to see the Boy Who Lived clutching his arm.
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the pleading in the ex-Gryffindor’s eyes. He watched with suspicion as Harry retreated into himself. Whatever the Boy Wonder found, it made him visibly unhappy. Something was going on, and the Ice Prince vowed to get to the bottom of it.
Through the bond, Harry sought his mate. “Sev’rus? My arm burns.”
Shock rippled through the bond. “It’s me, I’ve been summoned. I have to go.”
“Be careful, beloved.”
Harry refocused on his surroundings to find Malfoy staring at him with a neutral mask. Silently cursing, he knew that he would have to explain, or lose the tenuous and important friendship he was forming with the Slytherin Prince. Mistrust at this point could lose him his chance at a very powerful ally. His eyes darted quickly around the common room, noting how many people were showing casual or not-so casual interest in the two ex-rivals. Deciding quickly on a course of action, he laughed: a low, bedroom sound; like honey pouring over the heated planes of a lover’s body. More than one person shifted at the sound, finding themselves both aroused and surprised that such a sound could come from the Gryffindor Golden Boy.
Looking through his lashes at the stunned look on Draco’s face, Harry suggestively invited him back to the Head Boy’s rooms. He stood, offering his hand to the other man. Draco accepted it, allowing Harry to pull him to his feet and to step into his personal space. To onlookers, it looked as though Harry was nuzzling the blond’s arched neck. In reality, Harry was whispering urgently into his ear.
“My oath that I mean you no harm on this day. Play along; I swear I will tell you what I can.”
Draco loosed a low moan, calculated to draw attention. With a nod of consent, he followed the raven-haired man out of the room, still clutching his hand. The rumors started flying as soon as the entrance swung shut.
The two men moved swiftly through the halls to Harry’s rooms, keeping up the pretense until they were safely ensconced inside. Once there, Draco dropped Harry’s hand as if it were poison and drew his wand, silver eyes turned to hard steel glittering in distrust. Harry held up his hands to show he was unarmed and sat on the couch, reaching out across the bond to his mate.
He found his a’ashi racing across the lawns, headed for the apparation point. “Sev’rus? We have a problem. Malfoy suspects. I have to tell him something.”
“Wait for me, he’s more likely to believe you if I’m there too. Keep him with you until I get back.”
“Can we trust him?”
“I’m not sure. Find out.”
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Blood Bonds
Fanfiction18 lonely years Severus has been without his vampiric mate. Now, another has come into his inheritance... Disclaimer* STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME
