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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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[[Lilith - thanks! I like my villains to be quite villainous at times and Lucius enjoys fulfilling that role.

Caldonya - Thanks. It was fun to write.

iGlow - Sorry, I've been so busy with my work x.x I love what I am doing now, but my old job made it a lot easier to write!

I think a lot of you will like where this chapter is going.
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Harry dreamt that he escaped and found Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They were all hunting the Horcruxes together. After hugs and kisses from the girls and pats on the back from Ron, Harry told them that he suspected the final Horcrux could be found at Hogwarts.

�I think I know where it is!� Ginny said breathlessly. �Luna told me about a special Ravenclaw artefact they had hidden away in their common room.�

�Let�s go!� Harry jumped on his broom and they all flew off towards Hogwarts.

�How will we sneak in?� Ginny asked once they landed on the Astronomy Tower.

�Harry�s invisibility cloak, of course!� Hermione pulled it out from her bag.

�Wow!� Harry grabbed it eagerly. �What else do you have?�

�Everything else of yours! I got it right before you were captured,� she answered with a smile.

�You are the best Hermione.� He threw the cloak over them and it was big enough to fit all four inside as they carefully snuck to the Ravenclaw common room.

�What�s the password?� he asked once they had reached the door.

�Chatelet,� Hermione answered immediately.

�Do you know everything?� Ron asked suspiciously.

�I overheard it.� Hermione marched them into the common room. Luna was there, doing her homework on the table.

�Hi Harry!�

Harry whipped off his cloak. �How did you know it was me?�

�You�re the only invisible student at Hogwarts. Have you joined Ravenclaw too?�

�No.� Ginny emerged from the cloak followed by Ron and Hermione. �We are trying to find Voldemort�s Horcrux. Any idea where it could be?�

�Horcruxes�." Luna breathed. "My dad told me all about those. The soul will be found in a needle, which is enclosed in an egg, which is in a bird, which is stuffed inside a rabbit, which is hidden within a fox, which is tucked away in a chest, which is over there.� She pointed and they all turned to look at it. �But be careful. If you open the chest, the fox will run away. If you catch the fox, the rabbit will go down into its burrow. If you dig for the rabbit, the bird will fly off. If you net the bird, you have to cut out the egg and make an omelette and then you will find the needle.�

They all looked at each other in exasperation.

�Let�s just cut the whole thing in half with the sword,� Ron suggested.

�Brilliant idea,� Harry agreed.

Harry grabbed the sword and chopped the chest through the middle. A horrible shrieking sound filled the air and the ends of the chest burnt up in huge flames that spread all the way to the ceiling. Harry grabbed Ginny and pulled her to the ground, shielding her with his body as Ron did the same for Hermione. Once all the flames had disappeared, Harry cautiously lifted his head and found Luna still calmly doing her homework and a huge crater where the chest had been.

�Well, we now have to go kill Nagini and Voldemort. Thanks, Luna.�

�Watch out for Nargles,� she said dreamily.

The sharp sizzling sound of a spell raced towards him and Harry barely managed to roll out of bed, ending up on the floor in an undignified heap of blankets. Snape fired off another and Harry scrambled quickly across the tiles. �I�m awake! I�m awake!�

Snape shot a third one at him before stepping through the bars. Harry remained on the other side of the toilet, staring suspiciously at Snape over the rim.

�Come, eat your breakfast,� ordered Snape as he spelled food on the table and took his chair, his back to Harry.

Harry stood. He quietly grabbed his mouthwash and lugged it at the back of Snape�s head. It stopped in midair although Snape didn�t even turn around.

�You will have to try harder than that, Potter,� he challenged.

Harry plucked the bottle out of the air and returned it to the sink. �How did you know I threw it?�

�You held your breath in your attempt to be silent,� Snape explained as he sipped his tea.

Harry took his chair and buttered his toast. �How did you learn to be so stealthy?�

�Years of practice. I also paid attention to the mistakes my students made. Overcompensation is the most common error. For example, students who normally never gaze at faces will often stare directly into people�s eyes while lying.�

Harry tried to remember if he did that. �I�ll tell you two truths and a lie, and you try to guess which one is which.�

Snape nodded at him.

Harry put down his toast and looked Snape straight in the eyes. �My favourite food is treacle tart. I once wanked on top of the Astronomy Tower under my Invisibility Cloak. I saw a drunken house elf at Hogwarts.�

�The second,� Snape guessed correctly.

�How did you know?� Harry asked incredulously.

�You added too many details,� Snape explained.

�Your turn.� Harry finished off his orange juice.

�Finish your breakfast and we will begin training,� Snape said firmly.

�You�re no fun,� Harry complained, but he hurried over to the sink. �I feel fine; I don�t think I need any other potions.�

Snape produced two from his robes. �Take these, just in case.�

Harry quaffed them down. They tasted especially nasty and he couldn�t help but make a face. �Gross!� He rushed over to the sink and poured half the mouthwash bottle�s contents into his mouth.

Snape watched in amusement as Harry desperately tried to replace the taste in his mouth with mint.

�I swear you make those things nastier and nastier each time,� Harry said when he had finally managed to cover up the taste.

�They work, do they not?� Snape pointed out.

�Yeah, they do,� Harry acknowledged. He had been impressed by Snape�s ability to heal him but he didn�t dare inform the older wizard of that fact or else he�d never hear the end of it. �What d�you have planned for today�s lessons?�

�You will aim while dodging again,� Snape informed him as he cleared the table and led Harry out of his cell.

�Can we have our contest after that?�

�The letter for the day is �n,�� Snape said as he stepped into the practice room and spelled the balls to fly along the walls.

�Eeennn?� Harry asked, frowning. �But that�s � not simple.�

�It�s either �n� or �b.�� Snape handed Harry the laser pointer after he finished enlarging the balls that represented Death Eaters.

�Okay, then I will use the letter that I do not want to use,� Harry grudgingly agreed.

�Which is?� prompted Snape.

�The one that is next to �m�!�

Snape spelled the exercise to start and Harry dodged out of the way of six balls at once. His aim had improved dramatically and he had to admit that Snape had been right when he insisted that Harry focus on aiming while he was injured. He still had to hide behind furniture while he shot down the balls that represented Death Eaters, but he didn�t miss once he targeted one. Snape replaced the ones he shot down and maintained the exercise while Harry attempted to remain out in the open for longer periods of time.

He still needed cover to aim by the time Snape stopped the exercise for lunch. Harry sprawled out on the floor, disappointed with himself. He knew that it was unrealistic for him to expect to be able to master this particular exercise in one day, but he had hoped to be able to aim without cover at least once. He had the feeling that this exercise was a step beyond him and that he needed to master a simpler form first.

When Snape returned with tuna sandwiches and milk, Harry lay on the floor and frowned at his lunch while he tried to think of a way to work an �n� word into his sentence.

�Don�t hurt yourself. What are you trying to say?� Snape asked.

Harry struggled to think of a word. �I was thinking that maybe �. Perhaps I should � It might be better if � Ineedtotrysomethingelse!�

�Excuse me?� Snape arched an eyebrow at him.

Harry sat up, proud that he had found a way to speak his mind. �I think I need to try an easier form of this exercise first. I need to first practise aiming while running around without the balls. Once I finish that, then I�ll move on to the next exercise, the one we just did.�

�You used �need� twice,� Snape complained.

Harry lost his patience. �It was hard enough just to think of that!�

�You didn�t say an �n� word, and I know you didn�t think before you spoke.� Snape frowned at him disapprovingly.

He hadn�t. Harry tore into his sandwiches, spilling cucumbers and tomatoes all over his plate as he ate ferociously. Yet another lesson he hadn�t mastered despite days of practice. He wanted to request that Snape follow the same rules as him so that he could pick up a larger vocabulary, but he couldn�t figure out how to request it with an �n� word.

�Please, can I not do �n� and do �s� instead?� he requested. �I promise I will think before saying the �s� words.�

�Potter-� Snape started to growl.

�Look, it�s not my fault!� Harry interrupted in frustration. �You had a friend who gave you all those books and encouraged you to read. My relatives never read anything but the telly guide and those trashy celebrity magazines. The nearest bookshop to me was over eight miles away, and I wasn�t allowed to go there on my own anyway. If I had someone like your friend, then maybe I would have a vocabulary like you, but I didn�t. I�m trying but it�s difficult.� He stared at his plate, expecting Snape to insult his intelligence or complain that he didn�t use enough �n� words.

�You will use �s� for the rest of the day,� Snape allowed. ��N� is obviously above your level.�

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. �You know, it would help if you also spoke whatever word I was supposed to use that day in each of your sentences.�

�I fear you would simply copy my speech.�

�I won�t just say the same things as you,� promised Harry, growing more confident in himself.

�Then I shall strive to serve similar standards,� Snape agreed.

Harry gaped at him in astonishment. �Go ahead and be smug. You�ve easily got me beaten at this lesson.�

�It�s a shame,� Snape sipped his tea. �I always prefer a challenge, as simplicity bores me.�

�Same for me.� Harry finished off his sandwiches. As eager as he was for his next lesson, he was far more eager for what would probably come after it � sex. His dick, pressed against the carpet, agreed with him firmly. Suddenly, he thought of something. �You know, doesn�t Voldemort think it strange that you only show him visions of us having sex in my bed? If you are going to pretend that you allow me upstairs for �depraved purposes,� then shouldn�t you give him at least one memory where we are having sex up here?�

�I am sceptical that his suspicion would fall on such practices. He seldom examines the memories in detail,� Snape admitted.

�Then why d�you always insist that we have a � straight session?� Harry asked suspiciously.

�In case he should desire to examine that memory with more scrutiny.�

�I still think he would be suspicious if we never have sex up here,� Harry persisted. Now that the idea had completely formed in his head, he eagerly wanted to try it out.

�The bed is perfectly suitable,� Snape insisted in a sooty tone, gazing down at Harry with a haughty expression on his face.

Harry had the feeling that Snape was refusing to have sex in the practice room because he was fearful of being caught by visiting Death Eaters. There were few things that gave Harry as much pleasure as much as making Snape do sexual things he didn�t want to do. However, Harry knew very well that as soon as Snape realised that refusing to agree to Harry�s suggestions just made Harry persist in asking for them, Snape would stop saying �no.� Harry had to convince Snape without letting Snape know what exactly he was doing.

�But�." Harry picked his words carefully. "You always say that I should play the submissive slave. And I know, I should and I try to. I just think, if you make a claim, you should back it up as long as you can and I won�t be hurt. If you are scared of being caught, then just put up wards and stuff.�

Snape bristled at being accused of being a coward, and Harry knew he had him.

�Potter, I am not the one who specifically requested that such activities should not be performed outside of your cage,� Snape reminded him coldly.

Harry had the feeling Snape was trying to infuriate him so that he�d forget his plan. �Yes, but I hadn�t quite learned how things worked then, had I? I understand now that I have to play my role and I don�t want us to get caught because we forgot some stupid little thing like not having sex here.�

Snape flicked his wand and the dishes disappeared. �If you are able to aim while staying out in the open, then I will grant you your wish.�

Harry snatched up the laser pointer. �Sure. I�m ready.�

Snape immediately attacked Harry, but the young wizard easily sidestepped the projectiles. Harry was determined to beat this exercise even if it killed him. He remained out in the open and began to target the Death Eaters when they crept into the corner of his vision. He�d turn towards them as soon as he spotted one in the corner of his eyes and aim while the black blob was straight between his eyes. As he was shooting on the fly, rather than carefully aiming, his shots were rather erratic and he missed far more than he had before. Still, he knew that he would never be able to win this contest if he maintained his old tactics.

Harry tried for hours and didn�t succeed. Finally, just when he was about to admit defeat, he shot blindly at one of the Death Eaters and managed to knock it down. �I did it! I actually did it!�

�That was luck rather than skill,� protested Snape, but Harry had the feeling he wasn�t as upset as he was pretending to be.

�But I proved I could do it, right?� Harry pointed out, determined to have some form of positive acknowledgement.

�Yes, you actually succeeded,� admitted Snape.

�Hey! Don�t sound so surprised!� Harry looked around the room. �How d�you want to do this?�

�Get on the sofa,� Snape ordered as he took out his wand and began casting wards.

Harry stretched out on the largest couch, watching as Snape set up far more defences than he possibly needed. Harry had been right; Snape was worried about being walked in on. He had grown flaccid during his lesson, but he re-hardened while he watched Snape mutter to himself as he cast the spells. He wondered if Snape would demand repayment for the blowjobs now. He hoped not, but he would do it if Snape requested.

Finally, Snape approached Harry. He avoided looking at Harry�s eyes as he settled on the couch beside Harry�s left hip, still fully clothed. Harry wanted him to undress as well, but he had had so much difficulty getting Snape to agree to this in the first place, he dared not press his luck.

Snape�s long fingers slid up to capture Harry�s nipples as he bent down his head to mouth Harry�s collarbone. Harry threw back his head and closed his eyes in pleasure as Snape plucked the delicate nubs until they were stiff with excitement. Snape slowly rolled them between his fingers as his hot mouth slowly worked its way down to Harry�s right nipple. Harry bit his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure as he arched his back, trying to get Snape to move his mouth faster.

Snape�s lips closed around his nipple just as he released it from his fingers. Harry grabbed the couch to stop from grabbing Snape and moaned in pleasure. Snape�s free hand slid down to Harry�s left knee as he sucked on the small pebble, biting it lightly. Harry panted with pleasure as he felt Snape�s fingers slowly slide up his thighs to his groin. He parted for him, wanting Snape to take his heavy cock in his talented hands. Snape ignored the hardness, his fingers sliding downward to brush over Harry�s entrance. Harry�s fingers dug into the couch as Snape�s middle finger slowly stroked his puckered hole with light circles.

Just when he thought he couldn�t stand it anymore, Snape cast the cleaning and lubrication spells without lifting his head from Harry�s swollen nipple. He pushed his finger inside and Harry pressed back against him. Snape�s mouth released Harry�s right nipple and slowly made its way to Harry�s left as a second finger joined the first and they both began to fuck Harry slowly.

�Fuck!� He was so excited, he was afraid he was going to come on Snape�s fingers alone, especially when Snape began rubbing that spot between his balls. �Stop. Stop,� he gasped and Snape�s fingers and mouth paused. Harry was embarrassed then. He wanted Snape to go inside, because he was afraid that he�d come twice, but he didn�t want to say �fuck me� like some sort of pervert.

He closed his eyes, his face flaming, and muttered �do it,� hoping that Snape would understand what he meant and that he wouldn�t be forced to explain further. Luckily, Snape seemed to understand because he removed his fingers and left the couch.

�Kneel on the couch, facing the wall,� Snape instructed, and Harry opened his eyes and did as Snape requested. Snape walked around the room, making sure the wards were still intact. Finally satisfied that there was no way the two of them were going to be walked in on, Snape approached the couch again. Harry waited impatiently while Snape stripped off his outer robe, folding it carefully, and draping it over a chair. It always took forever for Snape to get undressed because of all the layers and buttons he wore. Harry bit his lip to prevent himself from saying something stupid or embarrassing. Luckily, Snape did not undress all the way. Before long, he approached Harry, still mostly dressed.

Snape put a hand on the small of Harry�s back and another on his upper thigh, and moved him slightly so that his arse was sticking out. Harry felt the head of Snape�s cock press against his opening. Then Snape grabbed his hips and thrust inside as he held Harry in place. Harry gasped as he was suddenly stretched and filled completely in one single stroke. It didn�t hurt. In fact, it felt rather amazing, especially when Snape began to thrust. Snape fucked him steadily, his strokes deep and hard. Harry would�ve been knocked forward into the couch if Snape hadn�t been gripping his hips so securely. Harry moaned as Snape hit that spot perfectly, his cock dripping steadily.

Ordinarily, Harry always hurried them both along, grabbing his prick as soon as he felt ready to blow and squeezing around Snape to encourage him to come faster. Now, he wanted to enjoy it, since it seemed foolish to rush the few forms of pleasure he found in this place. He forced himself to keep his hands on the top of the couch rather than putting them on his desperate prick. He clutched the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles were white as Snape rocked into him.

Snape seemed to read Harry�s mind as he kept his pace steady and did not try to hurry Harry along like he normally did. Harry moaned with pleasure at the way Snape was fucking him, but he knew it could get even better. Shifting around so that Snape could strike him just right, Harry slid his right leg up to lie on the armrest. The change in angle allowed Snape to go in deeper, and the older wizard began to really pound into Harry. He was slamming into him so hard, and Harry could think of nothing but how amazing it felt to be fucked like that. Fuck, yes! Oh god, that was just what he wanted! His fingers dug into the couch.

Snape was fucking him harder than he had ever been fucked in his life. Harry had lost himself in the pleasure of it, crying out loudly with each inward stroke. He was vaguely aware that he was shouting nonsensical things like �fuck me!� but he was far too focused on the euphoria of it all to try to make himself be sensible. He was so close. So very close. He knew that if he just reached his hand down and grabbed his heavy cock he would come but he wanted Snape to do it. He wanted Snape�s long fingers to curl around his prick and bring him to completion. Just thinking about it made his cock pulse and a particularly loud cry escaped from his throat.

Snape, still thrusting like a jackhammer, leaned forward, and growled in Harry�s ear. �Shut up. We don�t wa-�

Harry never heard what they didn�t want because something about Snape�s voice sent off shivers all over his body as if a dam had suddenly burst open inside him. A waterfall of ecstasy filled him up and burst out his dick. He lost himself all over the couch, his cry of pleasure caught in his throat, as the force of his orgasm took him hard. He hadn�t even touched his dick and yet he was spurting as he only had that first time on the drug. �Oh god! Oh god!� he heard himself saying as he was pressed against the back of the couch and he was vaguely aware that Snape was coming too.

�Fuck!� gasped Snape as he came but Harry was too brain dead to marvel at this novelty. He and Snape lay draped over the edge of the couch together for a moment, both of their hearts beating out of their chests. Finally, Snape pulled out of Harry. Harry scooted as far as he could to the side so that Snape could lie down on the couch and then he collapsed on top of Snape, his chest pressed against Snape�s, and his head tucked under Snape�s chin. Snape�s right hand lazily draped over Harry�s back.

�You did it,� Harry informed him once he had managed to catch his breath.

�Did what?� Snape asked, his own still not yet back to normal.

�Fucked my brains out.�

�It�s a good thing you had almost none to begin with, or else we�d really be in trouble,� Snape said dryly, and Harry punched him in the arm.

�Shut up.�

Harry closed his eyes again and pressed his head against Snape�s sternum, not caring that he was probably getting impressions of buttons in his cheek. They lay like that for several minutes. He allowed himself to drift off in the pleasure of having another body pressed against his own. He preferred to lie against Snape while they both were naked but he could still feel Snape�s heat through his thick robes.

Snape had to ruin it by pushing Harry off of him and onto the floor. �You�re heavy,� was his flimsy excuse as he cast Scourgify and grabbed up his outer robe from the chair. �I need a shower.�

�Me too,� Harry agreed from the floor.

Snape nudged him with his foot. �Get up.�

�You�re destroying my afterglow,� Harry complained, not moving from his spot.

�Up or we shall never repeat this,� Snape ordered firmly.

Harry instantly opened his eyes and climbed to his feet. He followed Snape down to the bathroom, walking unsteadily.

�What�s wrong? Are you hurt?� Snape frowned at him.

�I�d like to see you try to walk straight after switching positions with me,� Harry challenged him.

�Tch, I doubt you�d last five minutes,� Snape shot back.

�I�d last a hell of a lot longer than that,� Harry promised as he stepped into the bathtub and turned on the shower. Snape stepped past him and retrieved the muscle potion from the spelled cabinet. He set it on the edge of the tub before he took his chair and pulled out one of his books.

Harry felt so relaxed as the warm water cascaded over him. He wanted to curl up on his bed with Snape and sleep for hours. He pulled back his foreskin to clean his penis, but the normally needy organ had been very satisfied and he doubted he�d be able to get hard again for a while even if he tried.

Snape was completely engrossed in his book, and Harry watched him read as he soaped himself. He was glad that Snape had gotten over his disgust for gayness. He still wouldn�t look Harry in the eyes, but he no longer was quick to remove himself from Harry�s presence. Harry was also glad that Snape no longer spoke of sex with Harry as if it were the most disgusting thing he had ever done. He certainly was much more agreeable to the whole process than he had been at the beginning. Harry wondered if Snape had missed having sex orgasms while they were away from each other as much as Harry did. He supposed so, as he didn�t think Snape would be able to find a sexual partner easily. He was rather ugly.

Maybe Snape was more agreeable now that he was finally getting laid regularly. Harry knew it was hard for him to stay angry or upset after having such wonderful orgasms. He was certain Snape enjoyed them too, even if he wouldn�t admit or acknowledge it openly. Snape now had two very good reasons to keep Harry alive, healthy and happy. If Harry suddenly decided to refuse to sleep with Snape, he had the feeling that he would be hurting Snape more than he�d be hurting himself. Not that he minded it much anymore. Snape could�ve been so cruel to Harry if he�d wanted to make the experience miserable. He was forbidden from causing Harry physical pain, but he could chain him down like he did at the beginning. Or force him to perform humiliating acts. Or fuck him in front of the other Death Eaters. Snape hadn�t even asked Harry for his blowjob yet, although he didn�t seem to be so keen on giving them himself, which Harry understood. Still, a ratio of at least two to one was fairly generous since Snape had no reason to give them anymore now that Harry had learned to relax on his own.

At the very least, Harry could give Snape a hand job. Snape had always been very generous with giving pleasure to Harry and not asking for any in return. Harry had never even seen Snape�s ejaculate. He was rather curious about it. Was it thick and white like his own? He wouldn�t let Snape come in his mouth but he wouldn�t mind finishing him off by hand. If they weren�t performing for Voldemort, Harry would�ve suggested that they give each other hand jobs or try the sixty-nine position he saw in the book.

Harry stepped out of the tub as Snape closed his book and tucked it back in his robes.

�What were you reading?� he asked curiously as he towelled himself off and then picked up the vial of muscle potion.

�Wuthering Heights,� Snape answered as he helped Harry rub the potion onto his back.

�What�s it about?�

�A man, named Heathcliff, who falls in love with a beautiful woman. She says she loves him, but chooses to marry Heathcliff�s worst enemy instead. Swearing revenge, he sets upon a course of action which results in the death of his beloved and her husband. Their offspring, a daughter with her father�s features and mother�s eyes, becomes his charge and he treats her as his slave, making her life miserable.�

�Sounds silly.�

�What makes you proclaim it such?� Snape asked as he stepped away from Harry to wash his hands in the sink.

Harry stood and wrapped the towel around his waist. �If he loved her then he wouldn�t have gotten her killed! He obviously didn�t love her if he knew what he was doing would make her die.�

�Do you mean to say that if you left here only to find that Miss Weasley had taken up with young Malfoy during your absence, you would wish them both well?� Snape asked as they walked back to Harry�s cell.

�Oh come on, Ginny has better taste than that,� Harry scoffed.

�Women are fickle creatures. Imagine this: you are gone and possibly dead while he remained by her side to hold her hand and comfort her.� Snape spelled food on the table and sat across from Harry. �Or perhaps, a night of shared passion inflamed her, and now she can not imagine living without him. Stranger things have happened during times of war.�

�Ginny wouldn�t do that,� Harry stubbornly insisted. �She�s not like that.� But even as he protested, he couldn�t help but wonder. He didn�t know Ginny all that well. He didn�t know her favourite classes, what foods she preferred to eat, or even what she wanted to be after she graduated from Hogwarts. During their time together, they hadn�t talked about anything at all really, just silly stuff. Still, Draco � augh. No way, not with Draco. Snape was just trying to freak him out. Or was he? Did Snape know something Harry didn�t? Harry looked up at Snape sharply. �Why? What have you heard?�

Snape looked satisfied as he sipped his tea. �It was a mere suggestion. I do wonder how you would react though. You are always so quick to define what is and isn�t love for others.�

Harry was certain Snape was just fucking with him. �If Ginny did do that, which she wouldn�t, I wouldn�t try to make their lives miserable. Since I love her, I want her to be happy and safe, even if that means she won�t be with me,� Harry pressed on, feeling more confident in himself. �I mean, that�s why I broke up with her at the end of my sixth year, because I was afraid that she would get hurt if she stayed with me.�

�Did you?� Snape arched his eyebrow at Harry.

�Yeah, that�s what you are supposed to do if you love someone,� Harry explained. �You should want them to be happy and healthy, even if what helps them makes you miserable.�

�Even if you were certain that Draco would eventually cause harm to Ginny?� Snape pressed on.

�If you know something, then you should tell me!� Harry demanded.

�It was mere talk,� Snape responded as he stood up to leave.

Harry stared at him suspiciously.

�We will train in the morning.� Snape walked off.

Harry watched him leave then turned back to his food. He puzzled over the conversation in his head while he finished off his meal and prepared for bed. There was no way Ginny had left him for Draco. They hated each other. No, Ginny would be waiting for him. She had loved him ever since she was a little girl and a few months apart wouldn�t change her feelings for him. He�d leave this place and go to her. Snape was just jealous.

Feeling secure in his relationship, Harry climbed in bed and fell asleep.

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