blood bound

chapter 7: Clarification

Once they had all been fed Severus led Harry once more towards the Dungeons and his quarters, not really bothered by the fact that he had a small bright eyed shadow. Harry was blindsided by his anchor the moment the portrait door to their quarters closed, triggering his vampire instincts and initiating a vicious scuffle that ended with Snape pinned beneath his green-eyed vampire. Harry was snarling as the Damphyr finally went limp and reluctantly bared his throat, acknowledging the smaller male's superiority.

"Why?" Harry demanded. "I could have killed you and nearly did!"

"Imagine that you had all of your new vampire instincts and had claimed me by the time I was a first year. Now imagine how you would feel to find out that for years you had put your all into protecting that scrawny first year only to find that you had failed spectacularly and never knew it," Severus said despondently while his limp muscles and position practically screamed both submission and emotional pain. "I have lived with these instincts all my life and the night your parents died my vampire half claimed you when I swore to protect you before the old goat practically dragged you from my arms. He kept me on a tight leash after that and I didn't see you until the night of your sorting. Even if you hadn't chosen me as your anchor..."

"You had already established a protective bond to me and I needed to dominate you to remind you and your instincts that I am in charge now. That I now protect you and am no longer a child," Harry finished with a mutter of self disgust. He had enjoyed the fight and nearly lost control. Even if Severus had assured him that the Vampire-Anchor relationship often included a sexual aspect Harry would be damned if he didn't get permission first before taking the obsidian-eyed male trembling underneath him.

Oh, it wasn't like this situation was as unusual as one might think. The issue had been present long enough in Vampire society that the social protocols that had first been established to deal with the problem had become part of the information package and half remembered instinct. Which was why Harry had found himself jumped the moment they walked into an area that Severus had deemed "safe" and had to be subdued by his Little Vampire.

The Gryffindor knew that he was well within his rights to punish Severus and claim him fully whether the potion master objected or not. Harry, however, was not willing to brutalize his anchor just because the man needed help shifting his mind-set from protector to protected or for any other reason, thank you very much. He wracked his brains trying to figure out a safe place inside the castle to establish a nest of sorts and more gently reinforce his position than the close to brutal response Snape had tried to trigger. While he could come up with plenty of knooks and crannies there were only two places that he felt could possibly meet their needs. One was now too well known and the other needed work not to mention he'd promised to give tours of the place to the Slytherins.

Harry silently snarled and scraped his teeth lightly along Severus' bobbing adam's apple to help keep him quiet and submissive. He didn't feel safe here even if his anchor did and he hadn't had a chance to build even a temporary nest for them to retreat to. He supposed that he could drag his naughty Damphyr into the bedroom and barricade them in there for a day or two to sort this out but he wasn't sure that would send the right message.

"I am not happy with you. Once I figure out where we can make a temporary nest you and I are going to have a very long talk about telling me when something is bothering you so that I can fix it. That said, I get it but don't you ever try to push me to force you in anything like the shit you just pulled," Harry told him bluntly, clearly unhappy.

Severus made a noise in the back of his throat and relaxed minutely before staring directly at a dark heavy door to their left that Harry presumed led to the bedroom. He took a moment to actually examine their surroundings now that he wasn't fighting to subdue his naughty anchor and found himself liking the simple yet homey style that Snape had chosen for his rooms. He hadn't even noticed the thick dark brown rug that he had pinned the other man to until that moment. Everything was in shades of black and rich dark browns, made of solid hard wood and dark leather with random throw blankets or rugs tossed everywhere. That's when he noticed his own Firebolt leaning by the entryway.