|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2009-12-23 18:48:00
|Entry tags:||fic, rated: nc-17, round: 2009|
Fic: Bound to be Broken - for atypicalsnowman
Title: Bound to be Broken
Author: The Grinch!
Word Count: 12,712 words
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Warnings: *Snape survives; DH but not Epilogue-compliant.*
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: There is a way to break the accidental bond between Harry and Snape; it simply involves lots of sex.
Author's Notes: So many thanks are due to the mods for their astounding patience with me. I'm so happy to have completed this fic, and that's all due to their encouragement and flexibility. To my recipient, atypicalsnowman: I took your very first kink/request of accidental bonding and ran with it. I also tried to incorporate a number of your other kinks, as well as slipping in the last of your optional prompts in one scene. I really hope you enjoy the results. Happy Snarry Holidays!
The next morning, Harry woke up all at once, strangely disturbed at finding himself alone. Silly, really; he always slept alone, and hadn't even shared a room in ages. He must have had a troubling dream.
He sat up, gazing about the room. Sunlight streamed in the windows, and he knew he was likely running late to work. Best get on with it then; he'd figure out how to make his excuses as he got ready and rummaged for breakfast.
As he swung his feet over the side of the bed, he breathed deeply, inhaling the faint musk in the air. It smelled like -- last night --
The night -- Snape had spent the night. Harry groped for his glasses and leapt out of bed.
"Severus?" No answer. "Snape?" But there was no trace of him, aside from that lingering scent of sex.
Harry groaned. Here he was standing starkers, barely awake and already feeling the rise of frustration in his chest. He wanted to protest, to fire off a note by owl and ask Snape how the hell he could just leave like that, without saying anything.
But things weren't like that between them. They weren't in a relationship. Last night, the dinner, the bed, the falling asleep -- everything that occurred had been a fluke, a departure from how things were supposed to go between them.
And really, Harry thought with some consternation as he showered and dressed, things weren't even supposed to go like they had been for the past weeks. Only a mistake had brought them to this series of encounters. Wasn't that proved by the very reason they were attempting this farce of intimacy, in order never to have to do any of it again?
He pounded down the stairs, intending to grab a sausage pasty and heat it on the way with a charm. When he got to the kitchen, however, there was a note awaiting him in the centre of the table, neatly folded. On the outside was written in an elegant script, Potter.
With no little apprehension, he opened it.
As you were unconscious the remainder of the night, I performed the spell without you to ascertain whether we had yet completed the bond.
We have not, in fact, completed it.
I thought you would appreciate being made aware of this.
If you would be amenable to the attempt, rather than wait until our next scheduled evening together, I thought we might try at least once in the intervening period.
I await your reply.
I'm free tonight.
Actually, I'm free all this week.
And then next. So really, any night you'd like -- yes.