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Take Me To Your Arms	By : nekofreakz Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6661 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

Unfortunately all good things must came to an end. Nightmares came back when Harry slept. After three sleep-deprived days, he was desperate enough to cast a Killing Curse on someone to get some sleep.

No, maybe not killed, but I would do some serious bodily harm, he thought darkly.

He really hoped he wouldn’t start at it with Ron. The red-haired young man was being really annoying today. Ron kept pestering Harry because Hermione had locked herself in the library, studying for N.E.W.T. (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests)—a final exam that all seventh year students had to take. Of course, she swore to score perfectly at every subject.

“Mate, are you not getting any from her?” teased Ron, who had no suspicions about Harry’s condition.

“What?!” snapped Harry. He wasn’t in any mood to be playful or be teased. Those full-of-angst days had come back.

Ron was shocked by the strong reaction from Harry. He patted Harry’s shoulder awkwardly.

“Look, I don’t mean any offense, mate. Just go apologize to her or something. I don’t like seeing you like this,” said Ron.

Harry had been talking via grunts since yesterday. Today, he growled at anyone who tried to include him in a conversation.

“I don’t have any girl-” growled Harry but stopped in the middle of his speech.

It might be an unsuccessful attempt but not bad idea, Ron, he thought. Harry eyes got a glint in them. He came to this conclusion; if sleep wouldn’t come to him, then he would get it himself.

He pounded the back of Ron’s shoulder. “You are a genius, Ron! Thanks!” said Harry with a tired smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” said Ron, unsure how to comment to his best friend’s sudden change of heart.

Harry waited until the lunch was over before he snuck to the dungeon. Fortunately, almost everyone was going to class now except the seventh years. Despite popular belief, Slytherins didn’t really enjoy spending all their time in the dungeon so he only encountered some Slytherins as he went down there.

Before long, he was standing in front of Snape’s room, which wasn’t too far from the Slytherin dorm. He took out his wand and used a curse-testing spell. It detected ten different kinds of curses and three layers of defense charms.

He must be really paranoid, he thought. Even after the demise of Voldemort, which broke Harry’s link with the Dark Lord, Harry was still a strong wizard and he had been exclusively trained by Snape and Moody. While it wasn’t easy to tweak and bend the curses and charms, it could be done.

Harry finished half-hour later. I hope this was worth all the trouble. The old bat will kill me if he notices, he sighed.

Harry opened the door and sneaked in carefully. After all, who knows what traps laid behind this door? One shouldn’t be so gullible, knowing that Severus Snape was a very wicked man.

After making sure nothing went wrong, Harry got into the bedroom. He kicked his shoes off then crawled into the bed. As he laid his head on the pillow, sweet drowsiness came.

He sighed happily into the pillow and went to sleep without any difficulty. Nightmares didn’t come to haunt him. It proved his theory that a comfortable bed was really important.

XxXxX

Harry was careful to remove any signs of his presence in Snape’s quarter.

To keep sneaking to his bed is really important in keeping me sane. Being sane is good, Harry defended himself. The only difficulty is to keep my face neutral around Snape. I’m sure he won’t be happy to know that I’ve been sneaking to his bed.

“Potter, were you even listening to what I said?! Throw off that stupid grin from your face!” barked Snape.

Harry casted his eyes down, horrified. I’ve been grinning?! He panicked. This afternoon, he was having a meeting with Snape in The Headmaster’s Office. It was about The Ministry’s work. There was some problem with the lower Auror force about Improper Use of the Unforgiveable Curses.

Harry forced himself to put on a calm façade and reached for a cup of tea on the table.

Calm down, Harry, he doesn’t know anything.

He was sipping on the tea when Snape spoke again.

“I need your mind out of the gutter, Potter! Stop daydreaming over that girlfriend of yours!” Snape sneered.

Harry had almost sprayed all the tea onto the table. He tried to swallow it but failed miserably and started coughing. Tea was dripping onto his lower jaw. The cough felt painful and made his eyes water.

Snape was making an impatient sound. “You’re such a child, Potter!” Snape scowled at him.

Snape lifted Harry’s chin with one hand before wiping his face roughly with a cloth.

Where did he get that? Harry thought absentmindedly.

Harry found himself looking straight into Snape’s eyes. The man’s eyes were a deep black, but not dull. He had brilliant eyes. Like a black diamond. It could be cold and hard, unforgiving. But at times like this, when the man’s guard was down, Harry could see a glimmer of worry in them.

They’re so beautiful. Harry felt an alarming tightness in his chest. I could fall into them forever.

Harry felt his face heated up.

Merlin’s beard, no, no, I didn’t just think that about Snape! he thought horrified. He smacked Snape’s hands away and got up from the chair, far from Snape.

“I—er—I don’t feel good today, professor. We will discuss this later,” Harry stammered.

Harry ran off from the meeting room without waiting for Snape’s answer. Harry decided on a run around the Quidditch field, devoting hours to it until he slumped in the ground from exhaustion.

What am I going to tell Snape later for suddenly backing out like that? Or worse, how am I supposed to meet him again? I can’t believe I thought about him like that! Better to avoid him for some time.

XxXxX

When Harry decided to came back to his dorm, it was already dark. Hermione was waiting for him at the door. She looked like she had been standing there for hours.

“Harry, you’ve come back! Where have you been? Professor Snape has been searching for you since afternoon!” said Hermione, worriedly.

“I was at the Quidditch field, ‘Mione,” said Harry, tiredly.

He kept his eyes down, fighting some hysteria that kept bubbling up. Bloody hell, I just thought the old bat’s eyes were beautiful! I’m losing my mind!!

“That was so irresponsible, Harry! You were supposed to discuss important things with him today!” Hermione chided him.

Harry just shrugged and started to walk to boy’s dorm.

“Harry! Wait!” said Hermione. She grabbed his hand.

“What, ‘Mione? I’m not really in the mood for this,” Harry said, frustrated.

She frowned then gave him a note, which Harry accepted. Harry’s stomach flipped when he opened it.

-Potter, my office 8 p.m-

Harry cursed loudly. No need to guess who wrote the memo. Now he didn’t even have to guess if Snape believed his excuse.

“Harry!” reproved Hermione. She was shocked by the crude words that Harry had uttered.

“Please, just tell him I’m sick, ‘Mione,” said Harry. Hermione looked like she was going to give Harry a long speech about irresponsible behavior.

Harry begged, “Please, ‘Mione. Just—just tell him to do what he thinks is appropriate for the matters.”

Hermione looked at Harry, sensing distress from him. For once, she gave up.

“Just this time. I won’t repeat it, understand Harry?” said Hermione with a sigh.

Harry nodded, “Thanks ‘Mione.”

XxXxX

After that incident, Harry started avoiding Snape like a plague. He wouldn’t go to The Ministry or Snape’s office. He even went as far as not attending Potions lessons since Snape was still teaching it until Hogwarts got a new professor.

He also avoided having meals in The Great Hall. Harry got his meal from a house-elf in the kitchen. Every time Hermione and Ron asked his reason for avoiding Snape, he just stayed silent. Eventually, they got tired and didn’t ask about it anymore.

XxXxX

Harry had just walked out of the kitchen with a tray full of foods. He planned to eat it in the Gryffindor dorm. He didn’t see the shadow moving out of the wall behind him.

“Immobulus!” said that shadow with wand pointed at Harry’s back.

Harry became frozen in place by the spell. The tray and its contents fell to the floor with a noisy sound.

Snape! He thought with a dreadful feeling.

Snape came closer to Harry, who stood awkwardly. When Snape groped his front robe in search for his wand, Harry’s eyes were so wide in alarm that they almost popped out their sockets. Harry could only relax again after Snape seized out his wand and put it safely in his own robe.

He waved his wand to Harry once again and put up another spell, this time was a Levitation Charm.

Harry’s body began floating and started following Snape, who led the way. They went into the Headmaster’s office. Snape set Harry in a chair and bound him to the chair with rope which magically gushed out from the tip of the man's wand.

“Ooh, kinky aren’t you Severus,” said one of the Headmaster’s painting. Severus whipped his wand to the painting.

“Silencio! GET OUT ALL OF YOU!!” snarled Severus. “ I’ll burn every single one that stay!”

All the paintings quickly emptied with the exception of Dumbledore’s painting, which had gone on vacation.

Even the stupidest man would know to avoid Snape when he was burning with anger. Snape wasn’t kidding on his threat. He never was. One pissed off Severus Snape was highly dangerous; someone that you wouldn’t want to cross.

While some little sane part of Harry were screaming at him to run away, the other, bigger, part was thinking something utterly different.

I’m a hopeless fool. All that I can think is that he has such a lovely voice.

“You’d better start talking now, Potter! Finite Incantatem,” Snape growled, cancelling all the spells he had put on Harry.

“This is a crime, Professor,” said Harry with a calm voice or, at least, his best personification of a calm voice that he hoped wouldn’t crack before all of this ended.

Harry was tired with contradicting himself so he began to accept that some part of him wouldn’t stay quiet about Snape now matter what. Sure, he got beautiful eyes and a lovely voice, so what?

Snape was seething now. He looked like he might breathe out fire anytime now.

I might get my eyeballs scraped out by him anytime now or have my nails plucked out one by one.

Harry couldn’t help remembering some old gangster movie that he had partially seen when he was helping Aunt Petunia in the kitchen.

“If you really hate me, Potter, why do you even bother to pick me as your advisor?!” snapped Snape. The man was standing so close that Snape’s voice made his ears ring.

Harry sighed, There is no way to avoid this problem no matter what. So, he braced himself and looked straight at Snape.

“If only that was the problem, it would make my day easier,” said Harry ruefully.

“What do you mean by that, Potter? Explain it!” Snape frowned.

I wonder how he would look without a frown in his face…

“Yes, I used to hate you in the past but now, no, I don’t hate you,” said Harry slowly, as if he was disturbed even just by thinking about it.

Harry could see a vein flickering horribly on Snape’s temple. It was clear that the man didn’t trust his words.

It means I like you a lot, Professor. If I told you that, you might run away screaming or Avada Kedavra me on the spot.

Harry thought it was more likely that Snape would choose the latter and cast the Killing Curse on him. I don’t like to put him and me in such an uncomfortable situation but I also can’t avoid him forever.

He lied through his teeth, “I’m really sorry, Professor. I just got over my rebellious phase.”

Snape looked skeptical, his lips thinned with displeasure. Makes me want to kiss them.

“I swear it won’t happen again! Look, how about I promise you one thing,” said Harry with sincerity. “You can ask me to do anything you want me to do as long as it won’t bring danger to my life.”

I’ll probably do anything to make you happy anyway, Harry thought as Snape contemplated.

“I can write it on paper to make it official if you want,” Harry offered, throwing some bait for the Slytherin.

He won’t refuse it, even if he doesn’t believe any words that I throw at him.

“I won’t tolerate such insolence again, Potter!” said Snape with a stern face.

Yes, hook, line, and sinker, Harry mused.

“I won’t do it again, professor,” said Harry. Especially if that was making you so distressed.

End of Chapter 2

Special Thanks to My Lovely Beta, Mirai Kurosaki
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