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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CHAPTER 18
“Are you coming in?” Charlie glanced back over his shoulder as they approached the back door of The Burrow, inside there was the hustle and bustle of people already up and about for the morning.
“Nah, I’m going to go sit with Ginny for a while.” Charlie nodded understandingly as he watched Harry turn and begin down the steps towards the pond at the bottom of the garden, where Ginny Weasley’s ashes had been spread under a cherry tree.
“You’ll need these then.” Harry looked back over his shoulder just in time to catch the packet of cigarettes that were tossed in his direction. Harry chuckled as he checked to make sure there was a lighter in the box as well before tucking them into the pocket of jeans.
“Are you encouraging my filthy habit Charles?” Harry drawled sarcastically mimicking the Mrs. Weasley’s tone of voice perfectly.
“Strictly post-coital Potter. And if anyone asks I’m giving you up in a heartbeat.” Charlie pointed at Harry his message clear, as he turned and headed back to the house, leaving Harry to wander quietly down to Ginny’s pond.
Finding the cherry tree Harry pushed aside some of the branches and plonked himself unceremoniously down on the soft grass beneath. With a sigh Harry leant back against the tree trunk and lit himself a cigarette, closing his eyes as he took a deep drag in and relaxed. He was not sure how his life had become so complicated again. He had just been coming to terms with his life as it was in the muggle world before his ex-professor had stepped into his work place. It had been nice to hear about everyone through Charlie but it was another thing to be thrust headlong back into the wizarding world by the potions professor.
“What do you think Ginny? You think he’s worth it?” Harry spoke out loud to know one as a light breeze picked up and made the leaves of the cherry tree rustle around him. “Yeah I know you’d say that.” Harry replied as took another drag of his cigarette. “But what if he breaks my heart?” Again Harry spoke to the quiet whisper of the wind wishing that the red headed young witch was still here with them. “I know I’m an idiot aren’t I?” Harry trailed off as he twirled the dwindling cigarette around between his fingers.
“That’s the first thing I’ve heard you say that I agree with Mr Potter.” Harry practically jumped out of his skin as a familiar even voice spoke up from behind him.
“How long have you been there?” Harry inquired gingerly as he look up at where Snape was standing just back from the edge of the pond. He had a bowl resting in one arm and a small collection of medical supplies in the other.
“Long enough to know you don’t look quite as tough when you smoke with your left hand.” Snape muttered as he pushed aside the hanging branches of the cherry tree before sitting himself down beside the younger wizard.
“Bugger off, smoking is sexy as hell.” Harry huffed as he took on last drag of his cigarette, trying to make the action as seamless, elegant and refined as possible. Snape watched the movement his face expressionless as Harry crushed the butt out on the grass before putting it back into the packet to chuck out later. Harry raised a curious eyebrow in Snape’s direction daring the man to make comment on his obvious display.
“No, it just screams lung cancer and a shortened life.” Snape muttered as he shook his head and reached forward for Harry’s injured hand. Harry didn’t have time to reply before Snape had immersed the injured appendage into the bowl of magically iced water. Sucking in a deep gasp of pain Harry gritted his teeth as he tried to pull his hand out of the water. Snape was having none of it though and with the bowl balanced between his knees he held Harry’s hand firmly in the water until the young wizard stopped struggling. Opening his mouth with every intention of complaining about the cold water, Harry was stopped short as Snape spoke. “Don’t bitch to me Potter, if you’d have tended this earlier we wouldn’t be looking at possible infection and swelling.” Snape didn’t look up from the bowl between his knees, and Harry took a deep steadying breath in, as just like the night of the duel, the elder wizard began gently washing his injured hand. In silence they sat as Snape bathed his hand, the swelling beginning to go down in the icy water. At length Harry began to feel awkward in the silence, and he worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he carefully considered the wizard before him.
Harry couldn’t help but admire the potion professor’s features, and wondered why he’d never appreciated the sight when he’d been younger. He supposed it had something to do with attitude; after all they hadn’t exactly gotten along when he was younger. Over the past few weeks Harry had grown to know the professor far more than he ever imagined he would have. In the grand scheme of things the wizard sat before him was the only think stopping him from walking away again.
“A galleon for your thoughts?” Snape broke the silence as he looked up from his administration of Harry’s injured hand. Harry continued to chew his bottom lip in silence and when it seemed he wouldn’t reply Snape turned back to the injured hand.

“You know I’m sleeping with Charlie don’t you?” Snape looked up from the bowl to stare at Harry his expressionless face not giving anything away.
“I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.” Snape whispered a coy smile twitching at the corners of his lips as he lifted Harry’s hand from the bowl of ice, assessing the damage now the swelling had receded a little.
“You’re not upset?” Harry questioned unsure exactly what Snape’s reaction really was. For some unknown reason he felt like he’d cheated.
“Why should I be? Charlie is an attractive young man and unlike Bill or Ron he’s available and of the same persuasion as yourself. The choice makes sense, Percy is well….. quite frankly weird and the twins are more wrapped up in themselves than anyone else. So yes I’m not surprised or upset you’re sleeping with Charlie.” Harry sucked in a deep breath as Snape gently applied the healing salve to his knuckles before gently beginning to wrap a soft bandage around them.
“I just thought maybe….you and I…” Harry trailed off as Snape fixed the end of the bandage before returning Harry’s hand into his own lap. Snape sighed and waved his wand over the bowl and medical supplies all of them disappearing with a pop.
“I have no expectations of you Mr. Potter. I am very much aware that what will be, will be. But I am thankful of your presence last night at the meeting with Edward.” Harry blushed a little in embarrassment as Snape smiled at him with genuine thanks.
“If I’d have managed to keep my temper it would have gone better.” Snape shrugged his shoulders and leaned casually back on his elbows the slight breeze making the soft wisps of his hair blow into his face. “I’m going to fix this Severus; I need to put this last thing right.” Snape closed his and sighed before opening his eyes again and fixing Harry with a stern onyx gaze.
“Are you going to kill in my name and restore my honor Harry?” Harry met Snape’s gaze firmly and nodded.
“Don’t deny you haven’t ever killed for my honor or name in the past.” Harry breathed out calmly watching as Snape sighed and nodded in quite reply. “Well then I owe you this one hey.” Harry leant back against the tree and the pair sat in quiet contemplation for a good ten minutes, both lost in their own thoughts.
Finally Harry could stand it no longer and cursed quietly under his breath. He quickly shifted to his side, and with a firm hand on the back of Snape’s neck drew the elder wizard forward and into a surprised kiss. Harry was sure that Snape had not been expecting it, the slightly parted lips still as Harry pressed his own lips firmer against them. Harry hesitated when Snape didn’t respond, his hand loosening on the back of Snape’s neck as he went to pull away. The moment changed however and before Harry realized what was happened Snape had reached up and pulled Harry closer to him, the previously chaste kiss turning passionate in a flash. Helplessly Harry melted into Snape’s firm controlling arms, their tongues dueling for control before Harry relented and let Snape explore his mouth with gloriously delicious strokes. Harry had never felt so alive and as the need for air drew them naturally apart Harry couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and ruin the moment.
“Well that answers a question.” Harry breathed out nervously his eyes slowly opening to look into Snape’s deep onyx gaze.
“And what question was that.” Snape almost looked nervous as he watched Harry lick his lips, still tasting the man.
“If kissing you would give me fireworks.”
“And?” Snape pushed clearly not amused by Harry’s dragging out the reply.
“Yeah fireworks and so much more.” Harry smiled and watched as Snape nodded a nervous breath finally being released from his lungs, as he smiled himself with a self-satisfied grin. They sat once again in silence before a familiar voice up near the house called to them.
“Breakfast!” Molly Weasley’s voice could draw her brood back to her with just a single word. Harry and Snape chuckled at the loud booming voice before Harry pulled himself up from the grass easily. Snape though was a little slower and clearly winced in pain as he struggled to his feet. Offering his hand Harry helped the elder wizard to his feet careful to let the arm go as they began the slow walk up to the backdoor of the Burrow.
“Are you ok?” Harry glanced up at Snape beside him the elder wizard walking a little stiffly and clearly sore. “I mean after the curse.” Harry continued when Snape spared him a bored glance.
“The curse I may have recovered from easily, it is the rather large wizard that thought he’d launch himself at me that will take some time to recover from.” Snape rolled his eyes as he watched Harry blush crimson in guilt. He’d completely lost all rational thoughts as he’d launched himself on top of Snape’s form on the floor in the pub.
“Sorry.” Harry muttered as they reached the back door of the Burrow. The smells of bacon, eggs and toast floated out of the open door along with the usual bustling sounds of a Weasley meal.
“Indeed, I shall endeavor to relay your apologize to my spine should it ever recover.” Snape smiled crookedly as Harry rolled his eyes, knowing that the elder wizard was trying purposefully to make him feel even guiltier than he was.
“Suck it up old man; I saved your arse again.” Harry joked as he entered the kitchen his world righting itself as he and Snape fell back into their typical bitter banter.
“Yes, you did.” Snape whispered softly behind Harry knowing that the younger wizard hadn’t heard him. With a sigh Snape stepped into the usual chaos of the Weasley house hold.
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A/N I appologize, I've been working on my old WIP's so the updates for this one have been cut down to a few a week. I'm nearly done with Against His Nature, and I'm just trying to fix What the Devil Wants, before I finish that one too. :)
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