DRAGON SEMI-Pr0N CHAN BONDING (for Rakina)
"I see it as a type of daisy chain or string of paper dolls," Snape said with great satisfaction. "With the added bonus of ease of control."
Dumbledore looked at the string of Gryffindor students standing, hands clasped tightly each to the next person. Seamus Finnegan tried without success to withdraw his hand from Dean Thomas's.
The entire Sorting of Gryffindor second-years looked back at him, eyes pleading.
"This wasn't what I had in mind, Severus," he said mildly. "Though perhaps Harry is more comfortable with this type of forced bonding than he would be with forming an attachment to you."
Harry's eyes widened further. "I don't WANT to hold hands with Snape!" he squeaked, his twelve-year-old voice not yet having attained the wanton range of highs and lows that several of his classmates suffered.
"'Professor Snape,'" Dumbledore automatically corrected. "It's for your safety, Harry."
"I'm safe enough as is," Harry replied stubbornly.
"I agree, headmaster," Snape said. "Any Death Eaters wanting to snatch Potter will find themselves faced with an entire herd of Gryffindors to carry along with him. It should deter all but the most determined of the Dark Lord's followers. And," he pointed out reasonably, "if any of the others is killed, it will make Potter that much harder to transport."
"But, Severus. With their hands bonded together like that, the students won't be able to cast spells to defend themselves."
"That's why Longbottom and Granger are at the outer ends of the chain," Snape explained. "Granger knows enough spells to provide cover, while Longbottom's ability to cause death and destruction with the most harmless spell should prove to be any enemy's undoing."
"But what if one of them – er," Dumbledore looked uncomfortable, "- has to answer the call of nature."
"Granger will assist the girls and Longbottom the boys," Snape said. "Honestly, headmaster, I've thought of all of the various drawbacks to the arrangement and believe they've been addressed adequately."
"But what if I want to," Harry's eyes darted around and he leaned forward, a difficult task when Ron Weasley held one of his hands and Lavender Brown held the other, "wank," he ended with a whisper.
"I'll help you with that, Potter," Snape promptly said. "Problem solved."
Harry's face scrunched in an obvious attempt at speculation.
"I admit, you seem to have the situation well in hand, as it were," Dumbledore said.
"I don't think so," Harry suddenly said. "I've reconsidered. I want to hold hands with Snape."
"Harry, you're barmy," Ron blurted. A chorus of assents poured from the other students.
"No, really. I'll be safest that way. One grown man is heavier than a dozen kids like us," Harry said. "Plus, Snape scares most people. The best defence is a good offence, I've heard."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "I forbid it."
"I'd help you with your," Harry's tongue flew over his lips and disappeared, "you know. Needs."
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. "A generous offer, Severus."
Snape straightened to his full, imposing height. He glared. "Fine." He waved his wand.
Hands unclasped immediately as all the students but Harry scuttled to the other side of the room.
Snape held out his hand. "Potter."
Harry trotted over and clasped his hand. "Sir?" Their hands bonded and a smile broke across Harry's face. His eyes darted down to Snape's crotch and he licked his lips again. "Can I help you, sir?"
Snape inclined his head once, then turned to Dumbledore. "If you'll excuse us."
"Certainly. I'm glad everything has worked out so nicely," Dumbledore said. "Anyone for a lemon sherbet?"
Harry dragged Snape away, his eager voice fading as they travelled down the corridor. "Thanks for leaving my left hand free, sir. I've developed a technique with it that I think you'll enjoy…"
Lavender sighed hugely. "I love a good bonding," she said. She batted her eyes at the headmaster, who smiled.
"As do I." They walked off, holding hands.
"They're all mental," Ron murmured. He turned to the others. "What d'ya reckon…?"
They were all holding hands. Dean shrugged. "I reckon they're on to something."