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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 18

Closing the door to the bedroom behind him, Snape let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't noticed he was holding in. Harry was going to be okay. Moving to his small in-suite kitchenette, Snape started water boiling for a nice, soothing cup of tea. He didn't notice the shaking of his hands until he had a cup and saucer in his grasp. Quickly putting them down to avoid dropping them, he leaned against the counter and took several calming breaths.

Why was this so distressing to him? Or was this distress? Harry had told him that he loved him. Loved! Snape didn't see how it was possible. He had been a right ass to the boy. The night of their now-famous argument flashed hauntingly in Snape's memory. Shame filled him when he remembered how he had treated the boy who, he recognized now, was only trying to warn him of the bond that was growing stronger than he could control alone.

It had been a bad day, double Potions with Gryffindor and Slytherin. On top of that, he had gotten a rather disturbing owl from Lucius Malfoy at breakfast and hadn't decided what to do about it. The senior Malfoy had come into some information before Snape had known of it, and that had had him troubled. When Harry had shown up with that ridiculous gift... he had lost his temper.

Snape almost missed the soft knock on his office door. He opened it to find a very nervous Harry Potter standing there, holding an awkwardly wrapped package. “What do you want, Mr. Potter? I am very busy tonight, and you do not have detention or any other reason to take up my time.”

“I, um. I made this for you,” Harry stuttered and pushed the package toward him. He took it and opened it quickly. The rack of potions inside was sloppily labeled, but, from what Snape could see, contained a variety of mid ranged potions. A quick glance told him that most of them were poorly made.

“And what is this supposed to be?” He asked coldly. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but Snape cut him off with a raised hand. “Don't bother. Allow me. It is your typical sloppy, sub par work. I wouldn't give my worst enemy these potions, they would probably poison whoever was unlucky enough to drink them. Unless you were trying to make poison, in which case, excellent work. I have quite a lot of work to do, Potter. Unless you have something else important to discuss with me, I suggest you go now.”

“Professor, I thought maybe we could talk. I-”

“The world does not revolve around you, Mr. Potter. The sooner you grow up and realize that, the better all of our lives will be. Spit it out or run along,” Snape interrupted again, in no mood to listen to the boy beat around the bush. Harry winced and unconsciously reached up to rub his chest.

“I'm sorry, Professor. But I really need to talk to you about something,” Harry persisted.

“I am certain that this could be covered some other time, Mr. Potter. Though I should have expected that you would have no regard for other people's personal lives,” Snape snarled and shoved the box back at Harry. Tears had started pooling in the boy's eyes and Snape wanted this exchange to end.

“But... it's important!”

“I am sure that you believe that it is, foolish boy. But you must learn at some point that the entire world is not in love with you, as you seem to believe. Not everyone is lined up to lick the dust from your boots. I have no time for your childish prattling on. Now get out,” Snape ordered. Harry's face looked pained, and he looked about to obey, but he doggedly refused to give up so easily.

“It has to do with the mark on your arm, Professor,” he said, a little too loudly for Snape's liking, at least on school grounds. His hand flew of its own volition and struck Harry across the face.

“You get out of here and do not let me catch you here again. If you have something to say to me regarding your education, you may speak to me in class, but you will not address me outside of that setting again, is that perfectly clear?” Snape's voice was cold and hard, much like his eyes. Harry held a hand to the reddening mark on his face and Snape sneered at the hurt in his eyes.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

Harry had all but fled from his presence, clutching the package in one arm and holding his other hand over his heart as he ran, tears running unchecked down his cheeks. Now, Snape found himself on his knees in his kitchenette, head hanging in utter shame for how he had treated this kindhearted boy. He had misjudged him, badly. He was nothing like his father, and everything like Lily. Strange, strangled sounds filled the air, and it took him a moment to realize that it was the sound of his sobbing. After all of that, Harry loved him. Him! The one person who probably deserved love and devotion less than any other human alive, barring one notable exception.

Snape wrapped his arms around his chest and tried to hold himself together, because it felt like he was about to explode, though he couldn't explain why. He took several ragged breaths that felt like he was inhaling broken glass. How could he have pushed Harry away all this time? He was such an idiot, and he only deserved to be alone for the rest of his life. So why did Harry seem so insistent on loving him? The Martyr's bond that tied their fates together didn't require love, only that they were together. It wouldn't care if Harry hated him, as long as they stayed together.

Suddenly, Snape realized that it wasn't tea that would make him feel better. Wiping the tears from his face, he pushed himself up off the floor and straightened. He pulled the tea pot off the stove, so that it wouldn't burn, and checked to make sure his door was locked. He wasn't sure what was prompting his sudden paranoia, but he did know that he didn't want to share... whatever this was with anyone yet. Convinced that they wouldn't be disturbed, at least without warning anyway, Snape made his way back to the bedroom and walked around the bed where Harry was sleeping fitfully. He whispered a drying spell and lifted the blankets and, being careful not to wake the boy, Snape slid into bed beside Harry and pulled him into his arms. Harry curled around him immediately and sighed as if he had been waiting for Snape to figure out where his place was and to come to him. Snape wrapped his arms around Harry and held him close, not intending to let go for a very long time.
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