Fic: The Guardian Contract
Title: The Guardian Contract
Author: Willidan
Pairing(s): HP/SS
Rating: Adult (NC-17)
Warnings (if any): Er, is chan an obvious warning?
Summary: Dangerous situations weren’t the only reasons there was an age limit. Harry’s participation in the Tri-Wizard Tournament has some unforeseen consequences.
Prompt: #10 Forced Bond: for some reason, Harry has to enter into a sexual-magical bond with an adult. They’re all fighting over him-- who does he choose and why?
Author’s Note: After writing over 12,000 words on a completely different fic, I hit a hell of a wall and now I offer this very brief fic in lieu of what I worked on for two months. *sigh*
Word Count:1587



Harry stopped short and pressed his back against the wall as he neared the end of the corridor. It wasn’t precisely after hours, but close enough that he knew what would happen if he were caught. And he was sure to get caught. He’d gotten caught every night this week and twice last week. Not that he was doing anything that meant he should be worried about getting caught, but when it was Snape doing the catching, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

He sidled up to the corner and peered around. The other corridor was empty, but that didn’t mean Snape wasn’t hiding behind the suite of armor halfway down the hall. Or lurking behind the tapestry. Or hiding in one of the classrooms. Harry had never heard of anyone so good at hiding.

“Skulking about the corridors again, Potter. Why am I not surprised.”

Harry closed his eyes and bit back a groan. He’d been so worried about checking the corridor in front of him that he’d forgotten all the empty classrooms behind him. Harry took a deep breath and turned around. “I’m not skulking.”

Snape arched a brow. “Indeed. Then what are you doing?”

Harry tried to keep his face passive as he frantically thought of a reason to be in this part of the castle this late at night. Judging by the growing smirk on Snape’s face, he wasn’t successful. “Er, I was, er, doing… research.” Harry gulped. “For the, er, tournament.”

Snape crossed his arms over his chest. “And what of your decision regarding a guardian?”

“I’m still thinking about it,” Harry answered vaguely.

“You do realize, Potter, that you must choose a guardian and sign the contract before the first task.”

Harry nodded and answered softly, “Yes, I know.”

Snape stared down at Harry for several minutes before wrapping a hand around Harry’s arm and dragging him into an empty classroom. Harry gasped, his heart pounding and his cock hardening already. And before he knew it, he had been swept up into strong arms, pressed against a strong chest, and nimble lips were nibbling on his ear in between urgent whispers.

“I know you’ve been meeting with Lupin and those Weasley brothers. I thought we had an agreement, Potter.”

Harry shivered. “We d-do.” Harry gasped as Snape licked the shell of his ear.

“Then why haven’t you signed the contract, Potter?”

Harry trembled in Snape’s arms and couldn’t answer.

Snape chuckled darkly. “You are in a state, aren’t you?”

Harry whimpered and Snape half-carried, half-dragged him over to the desk at the front of the classroom. Snape settled Harry on his knees, his back to Snape’s front, and opened Harry’s robe, shirt and trousers with nimble fingers. Harry moaned, writhing on Snape’s lap as Snape stroked his thumbs over Harry’s nipples.

“You’ve been enjoying yourself, haven’t you?”

Harry arched his back, throwing his head back against Snape’s shoulder. “What?”

“The contract.” Snape nibbled on Harry’s neck.

Harry smiled. “It’s certainly been an eventful week.”

Snape hummed and reached down to wrap his fingers around Harry’s cock. “You’ve been meeting with the other candidates.”

“They’ve been waylaying me.” Harry gave a breathless laugh. “Like you.”

Snape chuckled and tightened his fingers almost painfully on Harry’s cock. “There will be no more meetings with Weasleys. No more snogging Lupin in empty classrooms.”

Harry grinned, “But where’s the fun in that?”

Harry suddenly found himself on the floor at Snape’s feet as the man stood abruptly. “Do you think this is a game, Potter?”

Harry scrambled to his feet. “No! I just….”

“What, Potter?” Snape barked.

Harry jumped. “I just don’t want….” Harry took a deep breath and released it in a tired sigh. “I just don’t want everyone knowing that --”

“That you chose your greasy Potions Master to contract with?” Snape asked in an awful voice that made Harry cringe.

“No!” Harry cried. “I’m just tired of everyone knowing everything about me.” Harry clutched at Snape’s sleeve. “Please, sir, I didn’t mean… I mean, I want to sign with you. I-if you still want to.” Harry let his hand drop to his side. “It’s just….”

“Explain, Potter.”

Harry jumped again at Snape’s harsh tone. “When I sign everyone will know, every time they look at me… at us… what….” Harry sighed and glared up at Snape. “I’m only fourteen, you know.”

“Yes, I know,” Snape answered dryly.

Harry sighed as Snape sat down and beckoned Harry forward, settling him on his lap again, facing him this time, his knees braced on either side of Snape’s hips.

“You know why this is necessary.” Harry nodded, though it hadn’t been a question. “This has been a requirement of the tournament since its inception. Any participant under the age of seventeen must have a guardian to ensure their safety.” Snape cupped Harry’s face in his hands. “I am required to care for you, to provide you assistance in any way. To offer you my strength and magic.” Snape leaned forward and brushed a brief kiss over Harry’s brow. “This is an ancient tradition, an honorable tradition.” Snape leaned back slightly and smirked at Harry. “And if anyone were to belittle you because of that, it would be my duty to take appropriate action.”

Harry’s breath caught at the implication. “But… I thought the contract only applied to the tasks.”

Snape chuckled in his ear, his hands curving over the curve of Harry’s hips, his fingers digging into Harry’s arse. “The contract was adopted for use by the first Tri-Wizard committee but it originated as a way for parents to ensure the protection of their young sons sent as wards to far-off estates. That is why there is a sexual element to the contract, a suggestion of affection, to ensure no harm will come to the supplicant.”

Harry frowned. “I don’t understand.”

Snape chuckled and shifted Harry closer. “You’ve noticed your attraction to the petitioners.”

Harry blushed and nodded.

Snape laughed again. “There is an element to the contract that removes inhibitions between the candidate and the petitioners. This is to allow the candidate to experience every aspect of the terms of the contract so he can make an informed decision.”

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Snape’s jaw. “That’s why I’ve felt… er, safe, lately, I suppose.”

“You are safe, Harry,” Snape murmured and captured Harry’s lips with his own.

Harry moaned and clutched at Snape’s shoulders. He had been kissed by each of the candidates, Charlie had even groped Harry a bit, but none of them had ever made him feel as safe or as hot as Snape did. Harry didn’t understand it, he didn’t even want to try and understand it, but for some reason Snape had become the one he trusted most.

“You know what to do, Harry,” Snape murmured against Harry’s lips.

Harry moaned again and dutifully lowered his hands between them, opening Snape’s trousers, dipping inside to pull out his cock. Snape tightened his grip on Harry’s arse, his fingers dipping into his crack, one finger rubbing against his hole. Harry gasped and found his lips ensnared by Snape’s again. And then one of Snape’s hands joined Harry’s around their cocks and they were stroking each other and Snape’s finger was pressing into his hole.

“You’ll declare your choice,” Snape panted against Harry’s mouth. “When we finish, we will go to Headmaster Dumbledore’s office and we will sign the contract.”

Harry moaned into Snape’s mouth.

Snape’s hand stilled on his cock. “Answer me, Potter.”

Harry opened his eyes and stared into Snape’s. “I promise. Tonight we’ll sign the contract.”

Snape’s eyes seemed to burn as he stared into Harry’s and then he was biting at Harry’s neck and whispering in his ear as he jerked them off and pressed another finger into Harry’s arse. “And this is mine.”

Harry clutched at Snape’s shoulders and let himself be swept away on the emotions that Snape had aroused in Harry since the first time he had been pulled into an empty classroom and into Snape’s arms. Snape pressed his face into Harry’s neck and suddenly Harry could see the entire term of the contract playing out behind his eyelids: each task he completed with Snape sending him power and hints; nights spent with Severus in their quarters; he saw himself brewing potions with Severus, reading with Severus, Severus helping him with homework. And just as quickly as the visions began they ended and he found himself back in the classroom on Snape’s lap, their arms curled around each other.

“Severus,” Harry whispered and felt Snape’s arms tighten around him.

“We’ll sign the contract tonight,” Snape whispered against Harry’s neck. “We’ll go directly to the Headmaster’s office. You belong to me, Harry Potter.”

Harry’s arms tightened around Snape’s neck as he whispered, “Yes.”