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Best Served Cold	By : ieatmyfeelings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12777 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 3: Guilt

            “My head feels like a hippogriff decided to sleep on it!” Harry complained internally, as he woke up the next morning. “How much did I drink?” he wondered as the events of yesterday afternoon flashed through his head, finding Draco with Greg, going to Hogwarts, drinking with Severus, shagging…”Fuck!” Harry screamed internally as he snapped his eyes open only to find his face currently resting on the very scarred chest of one Severus Snape.

            “You finally decided it was time to wake up.” Snape sneered at the look of shock and fear on the younger man’s face.

            Harry blinked a few times trying to clear his extremely hung-over head. “What time is it?” Harry asked, his voice rough from the alcohol and lack of use.

            “Just before five am.” Severus replied as he shifted slightly trying to sit up with Harry on his chest.

            Harry sat up and quickly let out a pained groan as his head began throbbing even more. “Merlin, how much did I drink?” Harry asked aloud this time as he clutched his head and closed his eyes.

            Severus chuckled as he stood up off the couch, grabbed his boxers from the floor, pulled them on and then walked over to his potions cupboard. “Between the two of us, we finished off a full bottle of Ogdans Finest…so I would say a fair amount.” he said as he grabbed two potions from the cupboard, walked back over to the couch and sat back down. “Here drink these.” Severus said handing the potions to a very pained Harry.

            Harry opened his eyes and took the two potions opening one and smelling it. “What are they?” he asked curiously, before drinking the open potion, not even entertaining the idea that Severus would give him anything harmful.

            “The one you just drank is a hangover relief, and the other one is for your pain.” Severus said as he leaned back into the soft cushions of the sofa.

            Harry looked at the pain relief potion with a confused frown on his face as he felt the hangover potion working its magic. “But the pain in my head is gone now.” he said still confused.

            Severus turned to look over at the naked young man on his sofa wondering how anyone could be so dense. “That is not the pain I was referring too. I wasn’t exactly gentle with you last night, and while you may not feel the pain right now, the moment you stand you will.”

            “Oh…yeah.” Harry muttered as he quickly downed the potion only to feel the slight discomfort in his backside disappear. “Thanks.”

            Severus nodded before averting his eyes as a very nude Harry stood up and began dressing in his clothes that were scattered around the room. Once Harry was dressed and looking halfway presentable, Severus decided to be merciful and give him an out. “You may use my floo if you wish.”

            “Thank you.” Harry said, his face and voice sounding a little too relieved as he walked towards the fireplace; taking a handful of floo powder from the jar on the mantle and throwing it into the fire, calling out: “Malfoy cottage!”

            Draco hadn’t moved from the sofa in the den for hours. Once he had gotten home, he had taken the hottest shower of his life; casting multiple scourgify’s on his violated body, only leaving the shower when Twinky came in and turned off the water and wrapped him in a towel. Draco had gotten dressed in his sleeping pants and a bulky sweater of Harry’s and had gone into the den and sat on the sofa, not moving since. Draco barely acknowledged his sons when they came to say goodnight, and hardly noticing that Harry had not came home. All that Draco could think about was what had happened, how hard he had fought the unforgivable curse to no avail. He was staring out the dark window in the den when Harry flooed into the room, but he didn’t even notice.

            Harry stepped out of the fireplace in the den of his home to see Draco sitting up on the sofa staring out of the window. “Draco?” Harry asked, all of his former pain and anger disappearing at the look on his husband’s face.

            At the sound of Harry’s voice, Draco turned towards the fireplace. “H…Harry.” Draco whispered speaking the first words he had uttered since he left his shop and tears welling up in his eyes.

            Harry quickly walked over to the sofa and sat down beside his husband. “Draco, what’s wrong?” Harry asked noticing how Draco flinched away as Harry tried to wrap him in his arms.

            Draco took a deep shaky breath and shook his head as if to clear the unwanted memories from his brain. “Where were you?” Draco asked quietly trying to change the subject.

            “I got sloshed with Severus and decided to sleep it off on his sofa.” Harry said with a shrug hoping that Draco was convinced, after all Harry did get sloshed with Severus occasionally. Draco nodded without saying a word. “Draco, baby, what’s wrong?” Harry asked again growing quite concerned for his husband.

            Draco shook his head his eyes wide and terrified. “No…I can’t tell you Harry…I can’t think about it!”

            Harry frowned in confusion. “Is this about him cheating on me? Why would he let on that he was upset?” he wondered before sighing sadly. “If you can’t tell me Draco, will you show me?” he asked as he wordlessly summoned his pensive.

            Draco nodded with his eyes full of tears he was trying hard not to spill. “Can I use your wand?” he asked wincing at how pathetic his voice sounded.

            “Of course.” Harry said softly as he placed his wand in Draco’s outstretched hand and placed the pensive on his lap on the sofa. A few minutes later Draco’s painful memory was swirling around inside the pensive. After setting the pensive on the coffee table, Harry leaned forwards and muttered: “Here I go!” before sticking his face into the pensive.

            Draco watched the spot where Harry had been sitting a few minutes ago, wondering what would happen after his husband saw the memory of what happened at the shop. Would he go after Greg, would he not want Draco any more now that he had been sullied, would he call the Aurors?

            After what seemed like an eternity, Harry finally emerged from the pensive racked with guilt and tears running down his cheeks his thoughts a tangled ugly mess. “He didn’t cheat on me…I cheated on him…Oh sweet Merlin I cheated on my husband…my husband who was being raped…”

            “Harry….please say something.” Draco whispered his voice scared and shaky as he watched the love of his life crying and shaking on the sofa next to him. “I tried Harry, I tried to fight the curse…I’ve never been able to fight it…not even in third year when Mad Eye….Crouch cast it in class…I tried I swear I tried!” Draco rambled terrified that Harry was blaming him for giving in to the unforgivable.

            Draco’s words snapped Harry out of his own thoughts bringing him back to reality, he had to be strong for Draco, there was plenty of time to beat himself up over what had happened with Snape but now was not the time. “No, no, baby it’s not your fault!” Harry said softly as he very slowly reached over to his husband to rub his back. “it’s that bastard’s fault! He deserves the Kiss for what he did!” he continued relieved that Draco didn’t pull away from his touch. Draco didn’t respond but just sat there as Harry rubbed small soothing circles on his back, after a while Draco was about to speak up when Harry quickly sprung to his feet. “That’s it! I’m going to floo the Aurors office, they need to catch that son of a bitch! They may need to see your memories.” Harry said quickly as he thought aloud but at seeing the horrified look on his husband’s face, he quickly changed his mind. “They won’t see them I promise, if the word of ‘Harry Potter the Chosen One’ isn’t enough, then I will hunt the bastard down myself!” Harry reassured his husband before quickly walking over to the fireplace and grabbing a handful of floo powder.

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            It was ten pm and Harry was just crawling into bed. He had sent Draco to get some sleep hours before; once the blonde was done speaking with the Aurors, but had stayed up himself thinking. Shorty after Harry flooed the Auror Office he had quickly sent an owl to the Headmaster informing him that he needed a day or two of leave to deal with a family emergency. It had taken the majority of the morning to brief the Aurors on all he knew and convince them of what had really happened; he had even gone so far as being submitted to veritaserum to prove the truth of what had happened. Harry sighed as he slipped into bed as softly and quietly as he could hoping not to wake Draco.

            “You know what? Things happen for a reason.” Draco whispered with his eyes closed once Harry was in bed.

            Harry rolled onto his side so he could face his husband. “I thought you were asleep…and what things Draco?” Harry asked trying to stifle a yawn.

            Draco chuckled softly almost sounding like himself. “This morning I was laughing at you, you drank my orange juice.”

            “So?” Harry asked confused.

            Draco chuckled somewhat bitterly. “It was a good thing you did though…my orange juice had my pregnancy potion in it.”
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