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Best Served Cold	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Sirius Views: 12564 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
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- 13-13
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- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-Epilogue
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Chapter
10

Severus was good at hiding his emotions, but he found it very, very
trying when Harry Potter developed a habit of staring at him as if
he'd grown a second hooked nose out of his forehead. He lowered his
teacup with measured calm, which he considered a feat of supreme
control, before sneering, “For love of Merlin, Potter, do
spit out whatever ridiculous thing has ensnared your goldfish-esque
mind and be done with it.”

Harry's curious gaze quickly turned into a frown. What the hell did
Sirius ever see in Snape? He was bitter, mean, ugly, mean, sardonic,
razor-tongued, cruel, abrasive, and...and, oh yeah, let's not forget
mean. On the other hand, Sirius was charming, funny, handsome, and
most of the time exceptionally agreeable. They just had nothing at
all in common. Well, if nothing else, Harry had to admit that Snape
was a brilliant man. Maybe Sirius just had a thing for nerds.
Snarky nerds with absolutely no appealing physical characteristics or
redeeming personality traits. Okay, so Harry would probably never
understand whatever it was that attracted Sirius to a man like
Severus Snape, but he still wanted his godfather to be happy.

“Sirius is almost out of potion. He says he's feeling better,
but he still looks like sh...well, pretty bad. Can you check on him
before you go?”

Severus scoffed. “No doubt he's been over-exerting himself.
That quantity of potion should have been quite sufficient.” But
that was all he said on the matter before rising from his seat. He
actually managed a bit of politeness and said, “thank you for
the tea, Molly, but it would appear I have another engagement.”

*

When Snape pushed open the door, Sirius was staring in the mirror on
the inside of the wardrobe, poking at the angry mark left on his
solar plexus from Bellatrix's spell.

“Foul bitch,” Sirius muttered under his breath. Then he
poked at his ribs as if checking to see how much weight he'd put on
since his return to Grimauld Place. He looked rather disappointed.

Severus quirked a brow and continued to watch silently as Sirius
twisted to one side, then the other. The second twist made him wince,
clutch the healing wound, and gasp for breath.

“You are over-exerting yourself.”

Sirius startled. “How long have you been there?” he
demanded, and it was raspier than he liked thanks to the recent sharp
pain.

“I just arrived,” Severus lied smoothly. “And you
are unnecessarily straining your wound. If I knew you were so eager
to die, I would not have gone out of my way to...”

“...save my life in the Death Room?” Sirius interrupted.
He wouldn't let Severus slither out of it this time with some lame
excuse about brewing potions.

“I see. I should add delusions to your list of ailments, then?
Come. Get yourself back in bed.” He held his arm out to
assist, but the strength Sirius grabbed it with was not the strength
of a man so terribly infirmed as Harry had implied.

“Don't be such a prat. You saved my life, at least let me
thank you for it.”

“If you have the sense to be grateful, then you ought to have
the sense to not behave so recklessly as to need saving in the
future,” Severus answered as he settled Sirius against the
pillows. Sirius noticed the man fluffed them first, but was smart
enough at least not to mention it. He was too busy enjoying the fact
that Severus sounded as if he were honestly concerned – at
least a little. “It is unlikely I will be in position to save
you a second time. It was only the utter chaos that surrounds
everything you do that granted me the opening.”

Sirius smirked. “So, in other words, I helped you save my
life?” That was a rather amusing concept.

“Which would not have been required if you had been paying
attention to where you were going in the first instance,”
Severus snipped. Even half-recovered from a near-death experience
Sirius Black was absolutely infuriating. Charm, indeed. It was only
an overwhelming presence and the ability to make a nuisance of
himself under even the most dire conditions. He couldn't think of
another person on the bloody planet (including the muggle portions of
it) who could agitate him this quickly. Even Potter didn't come
close. Sirius just smiled angelically at him, which he found even
more infuriating than his ability to infuriate.

“Severus,” the animagus said calmly. “Thank you. I
mean it. You're right. I didn't fight so hard for this second
chance at life to throw it away.” Okay, so he'd really been
fighting for revenge, but he had things worth living for now, which
made all prior reasons irrelevant – at least in the mind of
Sirius Black.

He tried very hard not to laugh as Snape's mask of indifference
cracked just long enough to display honest surprise. He knew exactly
what the man was thinking: 'did Sirius Black just say I was right?'
“Bella's particular brand of crazy just tends to be a little
contagious while in close proximity,” Sirius added.

Severus allowed his lip the faintest of upward quirks. “That
is, indeed, a talent of hers, but knowing it ought to, in theory,
provide some measure of defense. I suppose you are just an idiot
after all,” he chided.

Sirius quirked his lips into a dry smirk. “Love you too,”
he griped, but there was an honesty in those words that took Severus
back. Sirius frowned as the man closed himself off again. “Sev...”

“You go too far,” Severus answered. “Potter
implied you might be in need of more potion. Is this so?”

Business again, huh? Sirius sighed. “You don't go far enough,”
he complained.

“Black...” Severus warned.

Sirius sighed heavily. “I have a bit left, but not much.
You're the Potions Master. You tell me.”

“Why should I?” Severus retorted. “You never
listen.”

“You never say anything I want to hear,” Sirius answered
without missing a beat.

“Oh, and what would you like to hear, Black? That you
are healing well? It would be a lie. That the twelve years you spent
in Azkaban damaged your body as much as your mind and both may well
be injured beyond all hope of repair? No, I don't imagine you want
to hear that, either.”

“That you still think about me sometimes,” Sirius
answered frankly. “In the only way that matters. That's what I
want to hear.”

“I will say no such thing,” Severus sneered.

“You just did,” Sirius answered with a bemused smile. “I
learned a long time ago that when it comes to you, I have to read
between the lines.”

Severus snorted a bit and rose to his feet. “I will leave you
with your delusions and bring an additional two bottles of potion
when I next return. I do not know when that will be, so be certain
to make what you have last.”

“Severus.”

“What is it now, Black?” Snape sighed. He really
needed to be going. He couldn't let Sirius's nonsense delay him all
night. The man needed rest, not an excuse to keep talking.

There were so many things Sirius wanted to say. He wanted to tell
Severus he still fancied him even after so many years, that he liked
how tall he'd become and that he found him handsome even though he
knew Severus didn't fit any of the standard definitions of the word.
He wanted to tell him that Lily would have wanted him to find
happiness. But he knew Severus wouldn't take well to any of those
things, so he settled for the only one the man might tolerate.
“...be careful.”

He was rewarded with an upward curve of thin lips that was nearly a
smirk. “I am always careful,” Severus answered before
swooshing out of the room with his black robes billowing behind him.

Sirius rested against the pillows and sighed. 'If even his bloody
bat-like robes entice you, you've got it bad, my friend,' he told
himself. 'The damage may be irreparable.'

To Be Continued...
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