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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Thanks for continuing to review the story guys! I love it!

Unneeded: to answer your question: it started out as a normal cold, but the lack of progress in the relationship pushed it over the edge. The bond was hoping for what is about to happen.

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Chapter 17

Snape stared down at the delirious boy in utter disbelief. He knew how accurate fever-dreams tended to be, and how honest the babbling they produced was. But... how could this be true? He had been totally wretched to Harry. And here he was, professing his love. True, he was more than half naked, rambling mostly incoherent nonsense in the bottom of a shower, but still... Snape wasn't sure if he dared believe it. He just sat there, staring at Harry, holding his breath, and waiting for some sort of confirmation.

Harry's brow furrowed and he started struggling. “No... I don' wanna go in the cupboard... Please, Aunt Petunia...”

Snape frowned and leaned down closer to Harry. “Harry, you're safe, its alright.”

“Uncle Vernon, no! Stop! I need those books for school!” Harry begged, struggling harder, reaching out to the invisible muggle. Snape's breath caught. This didn't make any sense. Could it be that the Golden Boy of the wizarding world hadn't lived a charmed childhood, worshiped by all around him? It didn't make sense that the son of James Potter would have had a miserable upbringing. Surely someone had loved the little boy who had created this tender young man. Snape softly pressed his lips to Harry's temple.

“You're not alone anymore, my boy. You've got me now,” he whispered into Harry's hair. “I am so sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry...”

Harry seemed to calm down a little. Snape checked his temperature again and was relieved to find that the shower seemed to be helping. Indulging himself, Snape pressed another tender kiss to Harry's head. Right now, he didn't care if he was caught expressing his desires. He just wanted to communicate to Harry, even if he was delirious, that there was someone who cared for him, and not just because he was The Boy Who Lived.

Now that the fever seemed to have abated slightly, Snape decided to try a second potion. He reached out of the shower to the place where he had dropped his robe, thankful that it was close enough to reach without letting go of Harry. He came up with the potion he wanted the on the first try and, again, unstoppered it with his teeth. “Alright, Harry, I need you to drink this potion. It will make you feel better.”

Harry's mouth opened slightly as Snape pressed the vial to his lips. Mindful of Harry's need to breathe, Snape carefully tilted the vial, spilling the contents into Harry's mouth. The tip of Harry's tongue darted out to lick the residue of the potion from his lips. Impatient with himself, Snape banished a fantasy of what else that tongue could do. “Good job, Harry.”

Snape held his breath while he waited to see if Harry would keep it down this time. He got his answer in the form of color returning to the boy's cheeks. It wasn't much, but it was a good sign. Snape found himself smiling like a lovesick fool and tried to chastise himself for it, but he couldn't bring himself to school his features into his normal stern expression. Slowly, he got to his feet and was thrilled when Harry was able to help support his weight. He still leaned heavily on Snape, but he was still standing. He started shivering again, and Snape reached over and turned off the cold water. “Now will you listen to me and lay down, you silly boy?”

“Please don't send me away, Sev'rus... I don' wanna leave...” Harry answered in a slurred voice. Snape smiled again and shook his head.

“Oh, no. I can't trust you not to fall over. You're staying right here with me, clumsy boy. You will, however have to dry off before I let you in my bed,” Snape answered tenderly. Carefully, he guided Harry toward the toilet and pushed him down to sit on it. “Let me get a towel. See if you can't just manage to sit there.”

Harry nodded, still mostly out of it. Snape stepped back and waited to see if he would manage to stay upright before he reached for a towel. It seemed odd somehow to towel the boy off with Slytherin colors, but it was all he had. True, he could simply use a spell to accomplish the same goal, but he decided to indulge his desire to touch Harry. Snape couldn't help but feel something stirring in his chest as he helped Harry dry off and he found himself smiling again. When he felt that Harry wouldn't get the blankets too wet, he set the towel to the side and leaned down to slide an arm around Harry's waist. “Come on, Harry. You need to be in bed now. Lets see if you can manage walking.”

It was a slow trip back to the bedroom, mainly because Harry tired quickly, but Snape found that he didn't mind the pace so much. Harry had his head resting on Snape's shoulder and was holding onto Snape wherever he could to keep upright, but he seemed determined not to be a burden. When they reached the bed, Snape stopped Harry with a hand on his stomach. Harry's head rolled back as he tried to look up at Snape. “I just have to turn down the blankets. Just a moment. You're so impatient.”

Harry closed his eyes again and waited for Snape to move him again. Snape turned the blankets down and rotated Harry around and pushed him down gently onto the bed. “Wai'...”

Snape looked at him, waiting, as he requested. “What is it?”

“My shorts are still wet...” Harry mumbled. Snape glanced down and nodded.

“So they are. What do you propose to do about it, Mr. Potter?” Snape asked gently. Harry seemed to think about it for a second.

“Don' have any dry ones... should take 'em off...” Harry finally suggested. Snape's heart leapt.

“And why is that?”

“Don' wanna get your bed all wet...” Harry answered as if it were the most obvious reason in the world. “Don' worry... won' pee the bed.”

Snape stared at Harry, temporarily stunned that, as sick as he was, he was still trying to joke with him. Finally, he shook his head and chuckled. “Alright, Harry. If you would like to take them off, you may do so.”

“Can you make sure I don' fall?” Harry asked, still too fevered to feel embarrassed or anxious at the fact that he was about to strip naked in front of Snape. But the older man hadn't missed that particular fact and was having a hard time concealing his growing reaction to Harry's suggestion. But he nodded and gently placed his hands on either side of Harry's chest to steady him. For a moment, he wasn't sure if Harry would go through with it, but then, clumsily, Harry hooked his fingers under the waistband of his underpants and peeled them down. Snape sucked in a breath and held it as Harry removed the last vestiges of modesty.

Now Snape really had a problem. Harry needed his rest, but Snape was suddenly doubting his self control. All he wanted to do was to hold the boy and touch him. But he was sick. What kind of a man did that make him? When did I become the sort of man who would even think of taking advantage of a sick child? Snape asked himself, trying to reign in his desire as Harry's wet underpants hit the floor at Snape's feet. “Alright, Mr. Potter. Now it is time for you to get some rest. This is not open for debate. Get into that bed and sleep. I will come back in and check on you in a little while.”

Harry didn't try to argue when Snape guided his body back into the warm cocoon of blankets. He was asleep before the blankets were pulled up over him. Snape turned away as soon as he was satisfied that Harry wouldn't be getting cold any time soon and all but fled his own bedroom and the temptation laying in his bed.
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