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To Have and To Hold	By : MontanaDan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 67410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors notes: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. As I�m currently obsessed with writing this story, it shouldn�t take too long to complete, provided my betas are timely. I�m currently working on Chapters 3 and 4 and hope to have them up by next week.

Thank you to Xikum. That is exactly the angle I�m writing in and I�m so glad it�s coming through in the story.
To Have and To Hold

Chapter 2 � Awakening
Harry returned to consciousness and immediately felt the difference in his body. He felt � rested? Harry couldn�t believe it. He had actually slept and slept well. How long had it been?

Damn, that potion had been-

His eyes flew open as he actually woke up.

Potion? Snape?

Everything came flooding back, and as much as Harry tried to convince himself it was a dream or some sort of sleep deprived hallucination, he knew it wasn�t.

Harry could almost still feel those warm, moist lips on his mouth, that demanding tongue conquering his own, those teeth burning a path over his jaw and down his throat. The memory alone made him groan.

And he had just stood there, like a submissive little toy, as that mouth moved over his skin, kissing him with possessive urgency.

Harry groaned again and sat up, or rather, tried to sit up. And failed. His body felt like it was made of lead. It wasn�t 100% natural either. There had to be some kind of restraining charm keeping him on the-

Where the hell was he anyway?

He glanced around with a small movement of his head. Everything was a mass of blurred shapes. His glasses? No, he didn�t need them anymore. Why couldn�t he see properly?

Again, he tried to take in the room. It was a sitting room of sorts. He was able to discern a fireplace across a small distance from where he lay on a couch and another chair nearby. Other furniture blurred further away in the chamber.

There was no movement, to Harry�s relief. He was alone, for the moment. He really should get out. His brain locked on the seemingly brilliant idea of running. But how, when he couldn�t move?

He could try to counter whatever spell was on him if he could summon his wand.

"The brave Gindoindor is not actually entertaining the idea of fleeing, is he?"

Harry closed his eyes briefly. God that voice was confection covered electricity, dripping with condescending intent.

"What would your fan club say?"

So deep and so rich. It vibrated over him like a melody.

"Mr. Potter, I know you can hear me."

Harry opened his eyes and made an effort to locate Snape�s form. The large black mass was skulking closer. Harry brilliantly decided to play dumb.

"Professor," Harry managed. "What happened? Where am I?"

Snape was looming over him now and he sat down beside Harry to lean over him until his face came into focus. His black eyes gleamed with a knowing little light and the smirk was positively derisive.

"Come now, Potter, you can do better than that."

Harry decided that his brilliance was as overrated as Snape always said it was.

"Fine," Harry snapped. "I�m sorry I broke into your lab. I promise I�ll replace the dragon liver. So take the damn points, give me detention and let me out of here."

Snape�s brows shot up expectantly and Harry scowled.

"How come I can�t get up?" he asked.

"Because, Mr. Potter," said Snape. "I added hellebore to your little concoction."

"Hellebore?" Harry frowned, running the ingredients through his head. It was poisonous but when mixed with the ginger roots and the powdered bicorn horn would leave the after effects of near paralysis as well as interrupt magic applied to the body, including glamours and the restorative on his eyes. "That explains why I can�t see," he muttered and glared up at Snape. "Why?"

Snape blinked at him. "Because you�re exhausted, Potter, and you need to rest."

"I can bloody well rest in my own dorm."

"You dare to take that tone with me, Potter?" Snape said, scowling again although his tone seemed more amused than angry. "A teacher?"

The amusement threw Harry off and he simply stared.

"You have demonstrated that you are completely incapable of caring for yourself," Snape went on. "Therefore, I shall do it for you."

Now Harry was blinking. "I beg your pardon?"

"You will remain where you are until I�m satisfied that you � won�t take an accidental dive down one of the moving staircases."

Harry completely missed Snape�s suggestive pause. "Damn it, Snape," He grumbled, trying to force his limbs to cooperate. "You deliberately-"

Snape�s brow shot up again with implication and Harry froze, his mind grasping all the facts. For Snape to deliberately add hellebore to his potion, and to know it would have these effects, he would have had to know what Harry was making, what ingredients he had already put in. Accidental dive down a moving staircase? Hadn�t Harry used almost that exact phrase�

Harry felt like the bottom had dropped out of his stomach.

"How long were you in the lab?" Harry asked breathlessly.

A hand came up to his face and long fingers gently trailed down the side of his jaw. Snape watched his fingers move over Harry�s cheek then met Harry�s gaze again.

"Long enough."
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By Merlin, the boy was priceless. Severus had seen the moment he woke up, his body moving in a sinfully sensual reflex as he took in how relaxed he must have felt. Ah, potions.

Then he saw the moment cognizant thought returned to that addled brain of his. No, not addled, if what he�d overheard was to be believed. Something that Severus would certainly investigate.

Yes we must explore these hidden talents of his. Start with the kissing.

But as total recall of the prior evening hit the boy�s expression, so did a rush of his feelings, made all the clearer without the shield of his glasses. Realization, self-consciousness and finally panic. Potter�s first attempt at feigned ignorance was classic for him and brilliantly executed. He really was a master of that particular look and Severus couldn�t help wondering if there was some reserve of innocence that the boy did possess which enabled him to tap into it so easily.

Potter dropped that facade swiftly enough, returning to the irritating insolent, foul-tempered brat Severus was used to. But Severus had seen clearly that this too was another of the boy�s many masks that he donned for self-protection, or was it self-preservation? That too fell away when Severus mentioned the hellebore and Severus couldn�t help but notice the evidence of Potter�s potions knowledge as his expression reflected thought before acknowledgement. Severus saw the information being processed until finally realization hit again.

It was that moment that all the masks dropped and Severus was graced with the opportunity to see just Harry, as he had seen last night. And again the delicate masculine beauty of that face struck him. It drew Severus� hand in a spontaneous touch.

If he hadn�t heard from those full, delectable lips himself, had not felt the response from the lithe body; he would never have believed such a creature could look on himself with any sort of interest. But he had heard it and he had felt it and the knowledge went through him like a potent hex, touching every vital organ, every subconscious instinct. It was now a requirement that he possess this incredible individual; mind, body and soul. Harry Potter had to be his.

It had gone passed any moral issues or school rules. In the time it had taken to carry the boy from the lab to his rooms, Severus had made up his mind.

Cleaning up the lab had been easy since Potter hadn�t left that much of a mess and he had bottled the potion. He was sure the boy would have been furious to have that supply ruined. He did indeed find himself astounded as he packed up the brat�s bag. If Potter really had brewed all those potions, then he seriously needed to have a talk with the boy, and with Albus.

Everything he was striving to accomplish by himself. Courageously brewing his own potions, working on his own defenses. Enduring the pain alone. Suffering through visions. What the hell was wrong with the brat?

He obviously doesn�t wish to be a burden.

He shouldn�t have to endure everything alone. Be forced to-

But he tries. And you admire that. His fortitude and his perseverance.

Yes, Severus had made his decision.

Severus also acknowledged that the impudent whelp, who thought it was his duty and his right to defy everything and everybody, would put up a fight.

Probably with everything except the kissing.

Right now however, the boy�s expression displayed distinct confusion. His arm twitched as if he were attempting to it, it, either to touch Severus back or to push Severus� hand away from his face. The attempt failed of course, thanks to the specialized brew.

Potter�s green gaze returned to his agand and took on a curious gleam.
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