Chapter Six – Heat

Throughout the next month, Harry focused on his classes, and the Advanced Potions book. Harry and Severus had managed to make some more civil and normal conversations, and as their intimate relationship built, so did their friendship. He asked about his mum, and this seemed to be a soft spot for Snape. He actually smiled many times when he talked about her, and this tended to be the most pleasant of conversations they had.

"Lily was the only true friend I could rely on, for anything," said Severus, as they sat down on the sofa in front of the fire. "We would tell each other anything. And we'd laugh a lot. I loved her laugh. It could light up the entire room." He smiled as he said this.

"What did you guys do together?" Harry wondered, taking a sip of his tea.

Severus paused for a moment, staring into the flickering flames. "We would lie in a meadow back home. Near a tree, and watch the leaves fall off. And talk. Here, we tried the best to hang out together. It was difficult, being in separate houses. And with Potter getting in the way." Severus sneered as he said the name, but quickly controlled his expression when Harry gave him a look. "We would spend time studying in the library, or eating lunch together out in the courtyard. It was always peaceful with her."

Harry smiled. He could just imagine his mother as a girl, dressed in Gryffindor robes, talking with young Severus. It seemed quite surreal, for Severus to be friends with his mum. Harry's smile faded as he thought more about his mother.

"I wish I met her." He looked down into his cup of tea and felt a sudden burning behind his eyes. Fuck, he couldn't cry now, here. He hardly ever did, why now? A hand on his shoulder startled him. He looked up at Severus who was staring at him in a generous, understanding way.

"I wish you did, too," he said softly. "Sometimes watching the people we love pass around us, makes us stronger. Albeit, I'm not saying it's a good thing. It always seems that the ones we love the most, leave us…"

"Yeah," Harry said, voice thick with emotion. "The world can really be cruel sometimes."

"Indeed." Severus squeezed Harry's shoulder before letting it go. "Get some sleep, Harry." He got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen to wash their empty mugs. Harry smiled into the blazing flames in the fireplace before saying goodnight to Severus and heading off to bed.

oOoOoOo

Harry was currently curled up in his bed with his Potions book. He had read it a billion times now, but couldn't seem to stop his addiction. He was trying to figure out who this prince was, and why he was half blood, and how there was so many helpful notes and why this book seemed to choose him. It seemed pure luck that Harry was able to have received this book. It could had easily fallen into any other student's hands, especially Ron's. Harry and Ron both fought over the last good copy, and it was just luck that he managed to get the good copy and Harry the scrawny one.

But who was this Half-Blood Prince? And what was this one word that had Harry so riled?

Sectumsempra – For enemies.

Was it a spell? A potion? Cursing himself and his frustration, Harry slammed his book shut and shoved it in a drawer amongst his clothing to keep it hidden. He rolled over onto his side and looked out the open window to reveal a starry night sky, and his mind wandered off.

He imagined Sirius out there. As one of the brightest and glittering stars dotting the inky canopy. Or in his dog form, running around with Lupin, who was in his wolf form. But this time a real wolf, not a werewolf. Harry imagined him to be free and smiling. Harry's mouth twitched up in a sad and lonely, but happy smile back. He wanted his Godfather to be free.

A tear rolled down Harry's cheek, and he wiped it away. Alas, more kept coming, and suddenly, his eyes were brimmed with tears. His chest started heaving in emotional convulsions as he began to sob. He turned over onto his stomach to muffle the sounds into his pillow, but they only got worse, louder. He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating. It was too hot, too cold and too dark all at once.

Harry flipped back onto his back and lifted himself up into a sitting position. He was full-on sobbing now, and he didn't know why. It had never been this intense before, when he had meltdowns or panic attacks, which were very rare.

Harry struggled to control his breathing, trying to slow it down, but his chest felt too tight and his airway felt blocked. He was sweating profusely, whether from the heat or the cold he was feeling, he didn't know. He couldn't stop thinking about Sirius and his parents. They should be here with him, to help him, to support him. Why did he never get the chance to grow up with a normal, happy life, even just for a few years? Of course, he'd be very sad if his parents died when he was 5 or 10 or so. But why couldn't he have shared moments and have created memories with them? Even just for a little while?

Suddenly, Harry's scar began to burn so badly it felt like a hot iron had been pressed to his forehead. His head pounded with the potency of it, and he grabbed his head and screamed at the top of his lungs to make it stop. To make it go away. To make every god damned thing go away.

He saw flashes of Voldemort laughing that cold and cruel laugh of his while he watched muggleborns writhe on the floor as they got tortured by his wand. Then he turned his wand on Harry, and started torturing him, red glowing eyes filled with mirth. The pain intensified, and Harry willed it to stop, but to no use.

He needed, he needed….

Harry fetched his spare pocket knife, what he really needed in times like these, for some solace. He cut his arm, watching blood rise to the surface of his wound and drip down his arm, creating a small pool of crimson on the floorboards. He tried to calm himself by watching it flow, but the pain he was imagining was too vivid to concentrate on any other pain – in fact, it made it worse.

Harry's mouth felt really dry, and he reached over on his bedside table for his glass of water. He gulped down all of the cool liquid in seconds.

But he choked, coughing to get the water out of his lungs. He should not have drunk so quickly. Everything was going out of whack, and he just wanted to pass out or die to make it all go away. But his body refused to do either of those things, and he sat there, coughing until it was only the tight feeling in his chest, the pain in his arm, scar and heart, and the sobbing that remained.

The door burst open, and in rushed Professor Snape wearing a black t-shirt with blue and white striped pyjama pants. Harry saw his mouth moving but couldn't comprehend exactly what he was saying as he continued to weep as though it was the end of the world. He willed it to stop because it was just so embarrassing to cry in front of your teacher like this, but the powerful convulsions kept on going. At least he had stopped choking.

It was only then that he realised his Alpha was rubbing his back as he held Harry to his chest. Severus rocked them back and forth in a soothing rhythm, causing Harry to calm instantly.

"Shh, shh, calm down, Harry, calm…" Severus repeats over and over, in a smooth and gentle commanding tone. He used his Alpha voice, calming Harry even more. "Breathe, my omega, breathe. I'm here, shh, I'm here, Harry. Shh, breathe. Calm yourself. Inhale slowly, and exhale slowly. Calm." The tone of Severus' voice was low, rhythmic and controlling, sending Harry into a calm trance. "Shh, Harry, breathe. I need you to breathe. Breathe with me, come on. Shh…"

Eventually it took its effect, and Harry's breathing was under his control once more. He quietly reduced his crying to sniffles and shuddering breaths. He stayed where he was, his head on his Alpha's shoulder, until he decided he was okay tried to pull away. His Alpha stopped him and hugged him tighter. Harry let him. He wiped off any stray tears on Harry's face and eyes and murmured soothingly to him.

"Better now?"

Harry nodded.

Severus paused for a few moments. "What had you so upset? A nightmare of…him?"

Harry nodded then shook his head. "More…than that."

Severus waited.

Harry sighed and explained briefly of Voldemort becoming more powerful by the second, and Sirius not being here with him. He explained the stress and the tiredness and the sorrow of it all. How he wanted it to just end. He told him how his scar burned from Voldemort and caused him headaches – he just didn't tell him how severe it could get. He didn't want Severus to worry more than he already was.

Snape listened tentatively, nodding and cocking his head inquisitively at the right times. "I see. I understand, as much as I can. I know it is not the same. But I've had that feeling with Lily, your mother, and a few others."

Harry nodded, agreeing. He knew now that Severus Snape could feel every emotion, not just anger or animosity at every 'dunderhead' as he called them, around him.

"You do not have to be frightened, Harry," Severus murmured, pressing a kiss to Harry's temple. "The Dark Lord will not harm you, not on my watch. "He looked down at Harry's bleeding arm, a look of pure agony crossing his face. Severus hovered his wand over the wound and murmured a healing and cleaning spell. "I wish you didn't have to harm yourself. Please try not to, Harry. I…I really don't like seeing you hurt this way."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"It's okay now, Harry. Tell me again when you are like this – if you have any oncoming nightmares or thoughts or pain – come to me immediately. I will help you to calm down, okay? Please don't go to such drastic measures, no matter how much you want to." He gestured to the knife in his hand as he spoke. Harry nodded and Severus hugged him closer and kissed his temple. "I will never let the Dark Lord touch you, my omega. Ever. You are safe with me. Trust me on that."

Harry had to trust his Alphas words, his vow to protect him forevermore. He couldn't help but feel bad that his mate wanted to protect him, and thought he could do it. But Harry knew no one, but perhaps Dumbledore, could go up against Voldemort. He would kill anyone in his way. Harry had the sinking feeling that he would kill Dumbledore and everyone else he cared about, letting Harry suffer even more, before he ended Harry.

Harry didn't really notice he was crying once more, until he was being placated again by Severus' pacifying, deep, baritone voice. His hair and back was stroked over and over, his Alpha soothing him by humming a song. He was so out of it and caught up in his emotion, that he only barely realised Severus carrying him down the hallway and into his own room. Severus closed the door, set him down on the double king-sized four-poster bed, and laid down beside Harry. He pulled the covers over them both, and Harry curled up into his Alpha's chest, finding solace as Severus cradled him there.

"Shh, my little omega," he purred, caressing Harry's cheek. He leaned forward and kissed a tear away, then another. "You are safe, now. I am here, and I shall always be."

He pulled Harry into a deep kiss, who Harry responded to in kind, stopping his crying. Severus pulled back and smiled at him.

"Try and get some sleep, my omega," he whispered, kissing Harry once more.

Harry nodded, yawning big. Crying could really exhaust you out.

"Good night, Harry," Severus said with a smile and turned off his bedside lamp.

Harry murmured an incoherent "goodnight, Severus" back and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep automatically, exhaustion consuming him.

oOoOoOo

The next morning, Harry woke up to an arm wrapped around him. He started, and fetched his glasses off the bedside table, putting them on.

Oh, right.

Severus had brought him into his room for company after his panic attack. Harry blushed thinking about last night, and focused on getting out of bed. He didn't particularly want to wake Severus up, afraid he might not be a morning person. So Harry slowly lifted up Severus' arm and placed it gently onto the bed. He shifted himself to move off of the bed but Severus rolled over and stopped him from moving. Severus grunted in his sleep and Harry tried not to laugh. But now he was stuck. He tried wriggling out from under the heavy mass on top of him, but to no avail. Severus clutched onto him tighter.

Nope, he was definitely stuck.

He'd have to wake Severus up. He wondered what the time was, as he could see light streaming though the enchanted windows of Severus' bedroom. Hopefully they weren't late.

"Severus," Harry mumbled. He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "Severus!" Severus opened his eyes and squinted. "Um…could you please move? I'm kind of getting squished here…"

"Harry?" He looked down at him for a moment, then caught on, more awake and rolled off of Harry. "So sorry." He actually looked embarrassed that Harry had to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Harry replied and went to slide off the bed again but Severus sat up and wrapped his arms around him. "What are you doing?"

Severus didn't say anything, just turned him around and gave him a quick kiss.

Harry frowned. "Morning breath."

"Oh, sorry." Severus covered his mouth.

"No, not yours. Mine."

Severus rolled his eyes and smiled. "That doesn't bother me." He kissed Harry again.

Harry grumbled and escaped the bedroom before Severus hauled him back. His mate chuckled and got up himself. Harry saw him check the time with his wand and was instantly alert.

"Shit!" Severus cursed, rushing around to gather his clothes. "Hurry and get dressed, we have half an hour before class starts."

Surprised, and even more awake, Harry rushed into the bathroom to do his business and splash some cold water onto his face, then headed to his bedroom to gather his uniform. As he changed, Hedwig started pecking at his hair. He grumbled and rubbed his hair, shooing her away by waving his hand at her. She hooted in annoyance and flew off his shoulder to the window. She began pecking at that and squawking to get out.

"What's your problem?" Harry sighed, pulling on his shirt and pants, and walked over to her. "I haven't got a lot of time. This better be quick."

He softly stroked her soft snow-white feathers. Hedwig hooted in pleasure.

"You're hungry, aren't you, girl?"

She clicked her beak in answer.

He chuckled and filled her bowl that was on his dresser where she sleeps with some meat. Hedwig instantly purred and flew over to it. She began eating as Harry petted her a few more times.

"Harry, are you ready yet?" Harry heard Severus call through the door with a knock and he jumped. "It is 8:42 already! I have been calling you. You should be down in the Great Hall by now, class starts in less than twenty minutes. What in Merlin are you doing?"

"Sorry!" he called as he picked up his tie and tied it around his neck. He chucked on his jumper and socks, followed by his shoes. He roughly combed down his hair with his fingers, not bothering to fix it completely as he knew it would stick up again anyway. He fetched his wand from his drawer, his textbooks and homework from his desk and rushed out to see Severus waiting at the door. He chucked him a banana muffin.

"Eat that on the way," he said, straightening his robes. "You won't have time to head to the Great Hall. Just go to your classes. Now, what do you have today?"

It was Monday so he had Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, a study period, and double DADA. He told Severus his timetable for the day who nodded and opened the door for them. He asked if he had all his homework and Harry confirmed. Severus gave him an appreciative smile before they walked together out of the dungeons and departed in their separate ways.

oOoOoOo

"Mate, where have you been?" Ron asked him in first period.

Harry had just made it to the line waiting outside of the class. His friends were looking at him, a little concerned.

"You look tired," Hermione said, noting the bags under his eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Another dream?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded.

"You should ask Professor Snape or Professor Slughorn for some Sleeping Draught," Hermione suggested as they all walked into the classroom and sat at the tables. "Or even Madam Pomfrey. I am more than sure they would be willing to give it to you. Especially Snape now."

"No, I'm fine," he tried to persuade them. They look far from convinced. "Look, I don't want it wasted. I'm good."

"Harry, it wouldn't be wasted!" Hermione argued. "Promise me you'll at least ask?"

Harry wasn't sure what to say. He wanted to just drop the subject but Hermione was much too persistent. "Okay," he sighed and pulled out his parchments and book for Transfiguration. His friends let the subject drop and they all focused on their work.

In the middle of first period, Harry started feeling very strange. He began to feel very hot, flushed and a little itchy, and he didn't understand why. Yes, it was sunny outside and warm but the breeze was cool. Inside, it was even cooler, being magically air-conditioned. No one in the classroom had their jumpers off, and some even had their robes on.

Constantly, Harry was shifting in his seat, feeling uncomfortable. His friends asked him if he was okay, and he said he was fine. Yet, he continued to move and eventually took off his jumper. That made him feel a lot better…but it was still not enough. He was feeling sweaty and he racked his brain for why he would be sweating. Professor McGonagall eyed him a few times, and he tried his best to concentrate on his work.

"Harry, are you feeling okay?" McGonagall finally inquired five minutes later, sounding concerned.

He looked up, a little embarrassed as everyone turned to look at him. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, though, Professor." Everyone turned back to their work, unfazed, but his friends continued to glance at him, questions and concern in their eyes.

Through the end of class and through first break, Harry continued to feel hot, and had to roll up his sleeves of his t-shirt. He was glad he didn't take his robe with him, or he would have had to carry it around.

Harry got into a conversation with Ron and Hermione as they headed to Potions.

Hermione was the only one with more OWLs than them, so she took four extra classes. Harry and Ron both take Charms, Advanced Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Having less classes gave them more free periods, but they hardly get free time with the amount of homework and study they had to complete.

Hermione didn't get any free periods with her classes as she was taking the same classes as Harry and Ron including Arithmancy, History of Magic, Astronomy and Study of Ancient Runes. Harry and Ron had no idea how she could keep up with all her classes and work when they could barely keep up with theirs.

Harry hoped he would feel better as time went by, but the feeling only got worse. It was strange as it was always cold in the Potions classroom, even with Professor Slughorn teaching.

Throughout second period his body continued to heat up, as though he was standing right by a fire. What's more, he felt incredibly aroused, more so than ever, and he didn't get why. He felt completely empty, and was silently wishing he had a plug inside of him. He could feel copious amounts of liquid running from his arse down his crack and pre-cum leaked from his hardened shaft. He didn't get why all this was happening.

Ron asked him what was wrong again, so he said he was just thirsty. Professor Slughorn was kind enough to go out of the classroom and came back with a tall glass of water.

"Thanks," Harry said before gulping it all down in three goes. He felt a lot better afterwards, no longer thirsty, but his temperature didn't go down. He was still bloody aroused and hard as hell and all he could think about was how much he wanted something, someone to fill him up and take him. He had to cover his throbbing groin under the table and hoped to hell no one saw how hard he was. He felt a small wet patch on his crotch and blushed.

Suddenly, a few students turned to stare at him. They were all stares of hunger and it made him feel uncomfortable. He had Potions with his fellow Gryffindors and a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, but also the Slytherins. Some of them were looking at him, and not in the usual way. The others were all looking at the others, wondering why they were all staring at Harry.

Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Parvati Patil were the only Gryffindors eyeing him strangely, along with the Slytherins Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. Ron and Hermione were looking at him with concern.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Professor Slughorn asked, walking up beside him and touching his shoulder. He pulled his hand back in surprise. "Merlin's Beard, you're hot! You don't look too good. Perhaps you should visit the Hospital Wing?"

Everyone was staring at Harry, half of them looking as though they were going to pounce on him, so Harry didn't mind on getting the hell out of there. Anywhere away from those looked.

"He smells good," Blaise groaned, moving toward him.

Unexpectedly, the ones giving him strange looks, were surrounding him, some sniffing his neck. Harry felt very uneasy and whimpered as he tried to move away from them. All of them were trying to grab hold of him and tug him but they were growling at each other when another came near them.

"He's mine!" Seamus growled, grasping Harry's wrist.

"Let go of him, he's mine!" Theodore shouted at Seamus.

"He is not!" Pansy sneered. "He wants me!"

Draco scowled at them all. "Everyone, let go. I am your prefect and I order you to give him to me!"

"Oh, Merlin's Beard!" Professor Slughorn gasped, looking out of sorts on what to do. "What is going on here?"

Everyone began arguing over Harry. Many of them started fighting, tumbling on the ground and growling like animals at one another. Slughorn was trying to tell them to settle down but they all ignored him.

Ron and Hermione looked as nervous as Harry and their teacher did.

"Harry, let's go," Ron said as he pulled off the hands holding Harry. Once he was free, Ron pulled him out of the little gathering and lead him out the door. Hermione stayed, saying she would help Professor Slughorn and try and figure the chaos of students out.

"I'll take you to the Hospital Wing," Ron said, pushing Harry into a walk.

They walked a few corridors and down some stairs, but Harry lost his balance, feeling much too hot and weak to stand. He was getting worse every minute. Ron lifted him up, wrapping Harry's arm around his shoulders.

"C'mon, mate, you gotta keep going," he urged.

They heard hurried footsteps behind them and rounding the corner came Hermione. They halt their tracks to look at her. She looked flushed as she skidded to a stop in front of them, and blurted out incoherent words, much too fast and out of breath for Harry and Ron to understand.

"Woah, slow down, 'Mione!" Ron said. "What did you say?"

"I said that you need to take Harry to Professor Snape, not the Hospital Wing," she hurried. "I just thought of this. He won't find a cure there, he needs his Alpha right now. You need to take him there!"

"Wait, why?"

"Because, he is in his heat! I only figured it out now and had to catch up to you before it was too late. It all makes sense. Why else would he act this way?" She looked at Harry carefully and spoke to him softly. "Harry, do you feel hot?"

Harry nodded, much too flustered to speak.

"Are you very aroused at the moment?"

Harry and Ron were both taken aback.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just answer the question."

Harry nodded his confirmation, blushing brightly.

"And you want someone to fill you up, don't you?" Hermione asked with careful precision.

"Yes," he panted, eyes wide. How did she know? "I…I need…"

"Shh, I know what you need Harry," she whispered. "You are in your heat right now. That means it's time for you to mate."

The words took a bit to sink into Harry's mind, but when they did, he groaned in longing and desire. Now that he knew what he needed, who he needed, he wanted it now. He wanted his Alpha, to fill him up and mark him.

"Alpha," he groaned.

"I know, Harry," she said and held Harry up on his other side. She and Ron moved into a walk, carrying most of his weight as he was too incoherent to walk for himself. "We'll bring you to him."

"How did you know to tell him now, 'Mione?" Ron asked, confused. "And how do you know so much about this?"

"Well, I just added two and two together and knew I had to tell you guys. And of course I researched on Harry's creature inheritance in the library, why wouldn't I?"

"It was so bizarre how half the class suddenly turned and surrounded Harry, practically ready to mate with him or something. Wasn't that odd?

"Well, they must all be werewolves and Alphas," Hermione said. "I am glad you got him out quickly enough. Because if one of them had of mated with him… Well, it's not the same as an Alpha bond mate. There would be no love in it."

"So you are saying that Snape loves Harry?"

"Yes. Or really cares about him, anyway." Ron didn't look convinced. "It's just instinct for mates to love each other, and in a potent way. And I can tell you now that if Professor Snape knew that another Alpha mated with Harry, or even tried to, I am most positive he wouldn't be very happy about it. I have read that Alphas can get very angry and protective of their mate."

Harry moaned, wanting to stop moving already. He just wanted to lie down and be taken, over and over. Anything to stop this ache in his core.

"Harry, we're almost to the staff office," Hermione notified. "Just hold on for a little longer."

One more corridor they walked down and finally they were at the staff office door. Ron and Hermine both pounded on it with their fists, frantically. A few seconds passed and someone opened it. It was McGonagall, who peered down at the trio in concern.

"What happened?"

"Harry is in his heat," Hermione and Ron say simultaneously.

"Oh my."

"We need Professor Snape," Hermione explained.

"Yes, of course." She studied Harry for a moment, as if checking he was stable. "Professor Snape went to his quarters not long ago. Would you like me to bring him here or will you take Harry there?"

"Oh, we can take Harry down there," Hermione said. "It will be more beneficial that way. Thank you, Professor."

"Would you like me to help you?"

"No, I think we'll manage, but thank you, Professor."

"Okay. I will let the staff know that Professor Snape won't be teaching his next classes and Harry won't be attending. I shall arrange for a substitute."

"Sounds good, thank you!"

"Thanks," Ron said and helped Hermione take Harry down the corridor.

After several sets of corridors and stairs, they finally reached the dungeons and Severus' quarters. Harry moaned in desperation, reaching his hands out for the door. Hermione set him upright as he began to sag, while Ron pounded on the door. No answer came, so he knocked again. Hermione even knocked but still no answer.

"Do you think he left?" Ron asked.

She frowned. "I doubt it. Perhaps he just has a sound-proof door or something."

"Now, that would be nice."

"Harry, what's his password?" Hermione asked.

"Em…rold…" He mumbled incoherently. Hermione looked at him, perplexed. "Emerald," Harry said again, this time more clearly.

Without having his friends to speak the password, the stone gargoyles grinned their approval, and the snakes on the door handle slithered in a circle twice. Their eyes glowed and there was a click as the door opened.

They push the door open and set Harry down on the foyer floor as he was getting heavy for his friends to carry.

"Professor!" Hermione called, and Severus appeared in an instant.

He looked at the three of them, focusing his attention on Harry, as he assessed the situation. His nostrils flared as he breathed in Harry's scent, his pupils dilated and a low growl rumbled from his chest. Harry groaned at the reaction in need, instantly succumbing.

"Um…so, we'll just go," Ron said, taking Hermione's arm and pulling her towards the door. Hermione nodded and waved a farewell to them.

"Yes, thank you," Severus managed to say, his voice rough. His eyes were trained on Harry, and nothing else. His eyes didn't move in the slightest.

Ron and Hermione rushed out, shutting the door behind them, leaving Harry alone with his Alpha.

Finally.

"Omega," Severus purred, lifting Harry up into his arms. He carried him into Severus' bedroom, and closing the door behind him, he laid Harry down on the covers. His eyes roamed all over Harry, taking in the sight of him writhing and moaning.

Severus reached down and took off Harry's shirt, following his shoes, socks and pants in quick succession. Harry mewled at the fact that he was only wearing his boxers that Severus was staring hungrily at. Liquids of arousal had leaked right through creating a small dark wet patch on the front and around to his bum. With swift accuracy, Severus removed it from him and chucked it onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. A low growl formed low in Severus' chest, causing Harry's lust to heighten.

"Do you know how succulent you smell?" Severus said, his voice raspy. "You scent is all I can think about. It makes me want to bathe in it. My wolf is extremely attracted to it."

Harry just moaned, and watched Severus take off his own clothes. Severus did it so slowly, taking the time to gawk at Harry – his eyes roaming up and down his body – and Harry grew impatient. He was so desperate, his cock was throbbing and his arse was leaking and he just wanted to be filled already and come. He reached down and touched himself but Severus swatted his hand away, growling in warning. Harry whined, deciding to just take in Severus' bare chest. Finally, he took off his boxers, and Harry could view the entire length of him. He salivated at the sight, at the long, fully erect length of Severus' lupine cock, a true Alpha's cock.

"Please," Harry moaned, arching off the bed in need. "Please! I need…I need to be filled… please take me…"

"Shh," Severus said, crawling on the bed on top of Harry, using his hands to hover over him. "All in good time, my little omega. I need to devour in the sight of you first…and your scent…"

He leaned down so his nose was touching Harry's neck and sniffed deeply. A low rumble escaped him. Harry groaned, arching his neck in invitation. He could smell the strong sweet scent of Severus, and it was more potent than ever before. He could smell the arousal leaking from Severus' cock and wanted – no needed – desperately to take it in his mouth and suck, to devour him whole. He needed to be filled.

Severus' hands began wandering all over Harry's skin, taking in every crevice and turn, every curve, memorising the smoothness and shape. Severus leaned back down to Harry's neck where he licked a long strip up his neck, to his jaw, and around to his earlobe where he bit down on it. It sent sensations down to Harry's groin.

"Oh!" Harry gasped. "P-please…"

Severus growled in response and trailed small nips down Harry's neck and shoulders, creating hickeys.

"Mate," he growled as he bit and kissed. "Mine. My mate. Mine."

"Yours," Harry whispered, trembling at the words.

His Alpha gazed deeply into his eyes, then slowly leaned his face down until their lips connected. It started off soft, then grew heated, Severus taking control, licking around Harry's mouth and biting down on his lower lip. There was no fighting for dominance – Harry submitted to it all, feeling more aroused than ever.

They kissed for a very long time, Severus only pausing to gaze at him and touch him. Finally he pulled away and focused his attention on Harry's body again. Harry writhed underneath him but his mate held him still. Severus adjusted his position so he could use both hands to tweak Harry's nipples, tugging and rolling them. Harry gasped at the powerful sensation that shot down to his throbbing cock. Severus continued his ministrations for a time, watching Harry's reaction.

"You are very responsive," Severus murmured. He reached down and pressed his lips against Harry's left nipple. Harry drew in a breath as his mate sucked on his nipple, and popped his head up to whisper, "I bet I could make you cum just from doing this." He moved over to suck the other one, biting down on it lightly. Intense sensations rushed throughout his body, focusing on the most sensitive ones. Harry groaned in frustration, needing friction already.

"Shh." Severus leaned up to give Harry a soft kiss. Harry gazed up into Severus' eyes, which were clearly brown when you looked at them closely, and his mate looked into his. "My mate. Let's prepare you, shall we?"

Harry didn't know what he meant, so frowned up at him. Severus smiled, slithered down his body and spread his legs apart. Before Harry could ask any questions, Severus stroked his finger down the sensitive section of skin from his scrotum to his sphincter. Harry shuddered at the light touch. Severus gathered up the liquid that surrounded Harry's hole and sucked his finger. Harry liked the fact that his mate wanted to taste him there.

Severus did it again, this time putting his finger up to Harry's lips in silent command. Harry didn't look away as he sucked his own fluids off of Severus' finger. Severus' eyes dilated, a clear sign he was aroused. So Harry decided that he wanted to arouse his mate further, so he grabbed Severus' hand and he sucked all the way down Severus' index finger, then back up, and back down again. His Alpha growled in approval and lust. Severus took his finger away, much to Harry's disappointment, but quickly shoved his index finger into Harry's hole, his liquids causing it to slide in easily.

"Ah!" Harry screamed. He was in absolute bliss.

His Alpha smiled and put in another finger, followed by a third. He stretched Harry, scissoring his fingers, until all four fingers were inside of him. When Severus pulled them out, they were covered in Harry's juices. Severus didn't suck them or get Harry to, nor wipe his hand. Instead, he used his hand to lube up his cock.

Harry suddenly worried that the massive size of his Alpha's erect length wouldn't fit inside him. It was certainly larger than any average cock. Usually, the biggest size of a penis for humans was about 7 and a half inches depending on the nationality and who you were.

Severus seemed to notice Harry's worry as he said, "Omega, don't be afraid. I assure you my cock will fit inside you. We were made for each other. I promise I will go slowly at first, okay?"

Harry just nodded, not knowing what to say. His cock and hole ached in protest, though, distracting him.

"Please…just fill me," he moaned, positioning himself so his legs were spread wide and his hole was in his mate's view. "I need you."

Without further ado, with a guttural growl, Severus centred his cock to Harry's entrance and slid in. He moved in slowly, but Harry's liquids gave him no trouble, no uncomfortable tightness. Harry felt each slide of his Alpha's cock move against his interior walls, and his eyes rolled back in bliss of finally being filled after a long time of waiting.

Severus pushed in to the hilt, halting his movements so Harry had the time to adjust to him being filled with such a massive intruder. So they both had time to adjust, by the look of utter pleasure written on his lover's face.

"Fuck, you feel good," Severus rasped. "You are so tight and warm…I have waited a lifetime for this. I can't believe this moment has finally come." He leaned down and gave Harry a passionate kiss. Harry moaned into the kiss, liking how Severus' hair formed a tent around them. He pulled back and eyed Harry. "I am going to move now, okay?"

Harry nodded, more than eager.

Slowly, he moved out, and slowly slid back in. He repeated this a few times, gaining pace and hit Harry's sweet spot that had him moaning loudly.

"Do it…again…" Harry panted.

Severus growled in return and slammed into his prostate again. He nipped Harry's flesh all around his neck and collarbone. The scent of Harry's mate's arousal wafted around him, making him feel even more aroused.

"Harder!"

Severus growled and increased his pace until he was rapidly pounding into Harry, groaning at the force. Harry cried in absolute pleasure and gripped the sheets tightly for some leverage. Severus' thrusts racked his entire body, and each time his Alpha's monster cock hit his prostrate, waves of pleasure coursed through him. Higher and higher his pleasure mounted and he felt on the edge of his climax, desperate for it.

"S-Sev'rus…need to come!"

"Not yet," he growled, thrusting in harder and faster. "Hold on, omega."

"Please…"

Harry gripped his Alpha's arms, trying to hold on for dear life, left on the brink of completion. He whimpered, desperately trying to hold back for his Alpha.

"Come, my mate," Severus said. "Come!"

Harry shouted out as he exploded onto their chests, riding waves and waves of pleasure that cascaded over him; the most pleasurable orgasm he had ever experienced. His insides clenched around Severus' cock and Severus let out a guttural growl, leaning down and biting Harry harshly on his neck as he reached his own orgasm and shot his load into him. Hot pulses of cum filled his insides and Harry groaned at the feeling. The power of the bite on Harry's scent gland weakened him, instantly calming and arousing him. Blood dripped from his neck onto his chest and the bed, and from Severus' canines and lips, but he was too much in bliss to care. He actually liked the fact he was bleeding, knowing that mark would stay on him for some time to come.

His mate collapsed on top of him, panting hard to catch his breath. He quickly rolled over so they were on their sides, still joined. They both hold each other tightly as they come down from their high. Severus pressed kisses to his skin, everywhere he could reach, basking in their moment together. Severus licked upthe trail of blood and kissed Harry's wound. Harry hummed, warmth filling him.

Once they had calmed down, Harry wondered why they were still connected and why he felt a pressure inside of him. He went to pull away but noticed Severus' cock was stuck inside of him, like it was having trouble sliding out. It felt quite tight. Harry whimpered in worry and tried to pull away again but his Alpha growled low in warning and clutched him tighter.

"Stay," he snarled.

Harry stilled, submitting to the growl and order. A few moments flew by, Harry staying as still as possible as Severus held him and calmed down from his sudden angry burst.

"Shh, my mate, it's okay," Severus murmured, voice softening. "I'm sorry I growled at you – my wolf acted on instinct. I can't pull out from you just yet, I'm afraid. What's inside you now is my knot. My penis forms a knot as it's a lupine cock, and this is a part of the breeding and mating process. In order to mate, the knot forms at the tip of my cock and locks itself inside you for a few moments so it can take the time to breed."

"W-will…will I be…?"

"No, no, my omega, don't be afraid. I am not breeding you right now. I should have told you, I'm sorry. For a few weeks now, I have been adding a special potion to your drinks each day so you can't breed. It acts as a birth control pill."

Harry felt instant relief, body relaxing. "Oh. How long does it take for your knot to grow small?"

"Not for too long. A few moments, twenty at most." Severus kissed him. "You are beautiful." Harry blushed. "You are. The most beautiful thing I have ever accounted."

A few moments pass of them cuddling.

"I love you," Harry whispered in Severus' neck. He blushed at the fact that he had finally said that out loud.

Severus didn't say anything so Harry looked up, worried he went too far. But Severus was gazing at him warmly, lovingly.

"I love you, too, my mate," he said, leaning down for another kiss. They kissed for a while, Severus turning it possessive, but it wasn't as desperate at earlier. This time it was filled with love and gentleness, which Harry basked in. The soft kiss made him feel wholly loved. Severus pulled back and stared at Harry for a time. "I love you, truly I do. You are mine."

"Yours," Harry whispered. A tear fell from his eye, caught up in the emotions and sensations he just experienced.

Severus smiled softly, leaned down and kissed the tear away. He moved back and kissed Harry again, using his tongue to explore carefully in Harry's mouth. Harry let him, using his own to explore Severus.

"I love you, Harry," Severus murmured, kissing him again and again. "More than you know. I am happy I get to experience this with you."

"I love you, Severus," he whispered back.

Harry smiled and closed his eyes to bask in the feeling of being connected, filled, cuddled and loved. Severus held him for a time, and a moment later Harry felt something inside of him loosen, and his mate gently pulled out of him. Harry whined as he opened his eyes, wishing to be filled again. He glanced down at Severus' cock to see that it was fully erect again. He blinked, surprised.

Severus chuckled and kissed his temple. "Alpha werewolves don't need to wait before mating again. Another challenge of being an Alpha, one that I both like and despise."

Harry stared at it, entranced, and licked his lips. He glanced up at Severus under his eyelashes and whispered seductively, "May I please suck you, Alpha?"

Severus' breathing hitched and lust poured into his dark eyes. "Yes…of course, my mate." He shifted so he was lying on his back, his head resting against the bedhead.

With a smile, Harry crouched over him. He leaned down, grasped his Alpha's shaft and licked the head teasingly. He took his cock into his mouth and sucked on the head, stroking it with his tongue. He listened to his Alpha's sounds of pleasure, and purred as Severus clutched his hair tightly. For some reason, the hair pulling turned him on. He sucked down the shaft, taking in more and more as he went. On the next suck down, he relaxed his throat and took as much in as he could, holding it there for a bit before his gag reflex caused him to free his throat again. He repeated his ministrations twice more, hoping to please his mate as much as possible.

"Fuck, Harry!" Severus growled, grasping Harry's head and pulling out of his mouth. Harry looked up at him, confused at the loss. Severus noticed Harry's worry and stroked his hair for reassurance. "Shh, you've done nothing wrong, my little mate. You were amazing. You almost made me come. But I do not wish to come yet. I want to please you first, my mate."

Severus leaned down and kissed him deeply. When he pulled away, he situated Harry so he was the one lying against the bedhead and Severus was hovering over him. Harry gasped as Severus licked and nipped from his neck to his torso and back up to his nipples. Severus sucked on both, causing Harry to cry out. Severus smiled and licked all the way down to his bellybutton. He blew in it a few times, Harry writhing at the sensation. Severus made a purring sound and told Harry to keep still. Harry did his best, gazing down at his mate who was moving lower down his body, so his face was situated over Harry's groin. Severus looked up at him from there, a wicked smile forming on his lips. Severus leaned down and kissed Harry's cock a few times, blew cool air onto it and licked up and down.

Harry writhed on the bed, trying to keep as still as possible. Severus chuckled and finally took him into his mouth. Harry gasped at the wonderful sensation of being tightly encased in warmth and moisture, Severus constantly sucking and licking. Harry's hips bucked upwards of its own accord, causing Severus to let go of his cock and look up at him.

"If you do not stay still, my mate," he whispered in a seductive tone, "I will prolong your orgasm."

Harry groaned and stilled himself, impatiently waiting for Severus to continue.

Severus took him back in his mouth again, continuing his amazing ministrations. Severus was one amazing cocksucker. Not that Harry had ever had one before, but his mate had to be by far the best he could ever have. It didn't take long for Severus to bring him over the edge. He couldn't contain his moans, or the fact that he kept moving, his hands clenching the mattress tighter. Severus seemed to halt his sucking, just holding Harry inside his mouth. Harry groaned in desperation, willing his mate to get him off. One more suck was all it took for Harry to howl out as he shot his load down Severus' throat and basked in his pleasure. This was the second most intense orgasm he had ever had. He craved more of these.

With a pop, Severus finished swallowing Harry's cum and moved off of Harry. He crawled back up the bed and hovered over Harry, where he kissed Harry passionately. Harry moaned at this kiss as Severus gave Harry some of his own cum, having kept some for Harry to swallow. Severus kissed him, letting Harry taste him and Harry's bitterness and saltiness of his own cum. Harry moaned into the contact.

"You are mine," said Severus when he parted the kiss to look into Harry's eyes. "All mine. I have now claimed you with my bite, my cock, my knot and my scent. From now on, you will have my scent embedded in you, my seed filling you up, my bite on your skin where everyone will see and know that you are mine."

Those words and the roughness of them had Harry's toes curling. Severus leaned down and bit Harry harshly, making a trail of nips down his neck. Harry groaned, arching his neck to give his mate more leverage. Severus growled, low, guttural and domineering against his neck. A true Alpha's growl. Harry shuddered at it, his body going slack, letting his Alpha do as he pleased. He loved the feeling of being owned, of finally being claimed by his one and only Alpha mate.

"Mine," his Alpha rasped possessively, raining kisses and bites all over Harry. "Mine. Mine. Mine." He continued to lather Harry in several hickeys, marking him as his. Harry continued to moan, pre-cum and his own lubricant pooling underneath him as his arousal heightened, as his heat and omega responded in kind to the claiming and bonding ritual. "Say you are mine," his Alpha ordered. "Say it. Say you are mine!"

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!" Harry howled, desperately needing his Alpha to know that he owned Harry. That he was completely his.

"Yes," he said predatorily. "All mine. No one else's. No one's but mine." Severus gazed into Harry's eyes again, Harry moaning at the power, lust and love filled in those eyes. "And I am yours." He gave Harry another kiss, Harry groaning at the roughness.

Harry's hole and penis ached in kind, desperate to be filled again. He whimpered as his mate broke the kiss, only to kiss hungrily down his neck once more.

"Alpha," he whined, and his mate looked up at him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, please, I need you to take me!"

A predatory growl escaped Severus as he lined himself up with Harry and roughly thrusted himself in. He didn't give Harry any time to adjust – didn't need to – just pounded in and out of Harry maddeningly. Harry howled out as his Alpha, quite literally, fucked him, like there was no tomorrow. The force of the fucking shook Harry and rendered him senseless, forgetting about who and where he was. He only focused on his mate that was pounding into him aggressively, and how much he loved it, how much his wolf loved it. He liked how possessive his mate could get and how loving he was afterwards.

As his mate fucked him, Harry drifted into a void of pleasure. Each time Severus hit his sweet spot, Harry gave a little moan, and it turned Severus on more, grunting as he slammed into Harry rapidly. Finally, Severus shouted as he came, filling Harry up with his hot seed once more, and the pressure of his knot filling Harry to the brim, locking himself in. Harry cried out as he came undone straight after, the feeling of being filled and pounded into over and over against his prostate, turned him over the edge.

They both panted and rolled onto their sides, facing each other, Severus wrapping an arm around Harry in comfort. Harry snuggled up to his mate's chest, basking in the musky scent of their arousal and Severus' skin. Feeling pretty tired, Harry yawned and closed his eyes, drifting off for a moment.