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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 3

Harry accepted the paper from Snape after the Headmaster untied the rope that bound him to the chair. He grasped the paper tightly and concentrated to wandlessly put his magical signature into the paper; no wand was needed to do it since it was the equivalent to a muggle signature with thumb prints.

The magic flowed out from his fingertips and hovered over the paper before it dove down and left a green-tinted spiral mark at the bottom of the page, binding him to the contract. Then, Harry gave the paper back to Snape.

“Er-- may I go now, Professor?” asked Harry nervously.

The man looked down to the now legal document, his face unreadable. Harry pleaded with him silently, Just let me go, please.

“Potter, why would you offer me this?” asked Snape quietly, waving the paper.

The motion hypnotized him. It made his gaze zero in on Snape’s hand. Harry never noticed that the man did have a pair of elegant hands. Those long slender fingers were perfect for potion making. Or perfect for anything, he added.

Harry blinked, horrified. Idiot! This isn’t time to think about Snape’s fingers! He cursed himself inwardly.

“Self control, self control,” he said under his breath.

“What?” said Snape when he heard Harry mumbling to himself.

“Nothing!” he squeaked.

This earned him an eyebrow from the man. Harry forced himself to breathe normally, cold sweat trickling down on his back.

“You didn’t answer my question, Potter,” said the man silkily.

He felt panic again. He couldn’t tell the truth for sure. You won’t like my answer. Hell, you won’t even believe it. I thought I had gone mad when I realized my feeling for you, he thought. Lie, Harry. Lie for his sake.

“Because I owe you a lot. I think-- I have to pay you back,” said Harry.

Harry was very afraid that Snape was going to read his mind. He looked at the empty painting of Dumbledore like it was the most interesting thing in the world, avoiding the man’s gaze.

“Why now?” asked Snape coolly.

He groaned inwardly, Please, I beg you! Don’t ask more question! Harry was sure he would suffer hyperventilate if he stayed longer with Snape.

“If you don’t need it, shall I take it back then?” he countered with a question.

“You avoided my question,” Snape stated crudely at him.

Yes, I did! Goddamn you for not letting it be! Harry cursed angrily.

He scowled at the man, “I don’t need to explain it to you!”

As soon as he said that, Snape glared at him furiously.

“You are so arrogant, Potter! Just like your father!” Snape sneered.

Provoked by the man’s words, he shouted loudly, “I’m not my father!”

Harry was breathing heavily. Me and my temper. I didn’t mean to be rude to him. I’m such a moron! Harry cursed himself.

After having spent time working with Snape, Harry became aware that when Snape was hurt, he became harsher and more hateful—some kind of self-defense mechanism, perhaps. The man’s demeanor reminded him about an animal—A porcupine. Come on, Harry, just imagine that he is a porcupine, which-- isn’t an aggressive animal. It will only attack if it is threatened. Harry drew a deep breath and exhaled. He put on his most guilty expression.

“I’m so sorry, Professor,” said Harry quietly. “Can we just forget it? It’s nothing important really.” At least not to you.

There was uncomfortable silence. He felt the man was watching him closely, assessing his sincerity. Harry tried his best not to flinch and still avoided Snape’s eyes.

“My wand, please?” asked Harry and quickly added politely, “Sir?” I have to get away from him now before I start babbling about my feeling like a fool or do worse.

Snape stayed silent. Harry suffered every damned second while the man was thinking. He almost sighed loudly with relief when Snape gave his wand back. I really don’t know why he let me go this easily, but I don’t think I want to know the answer.

“Thank you, Professor,” said Harry gratefully before leaving the room. He pushed himself to walk slowly as not to give away how he was feeling inside.

XxXxX

Harry felt his heart was still hammering against his ribs even after leaving the room. He had gotten a bloody suspicion that he might have had some crush on Snape albeit a very tiny one. He had tried to avoid Snape because he was too afraid to confirm it.

Instead, he got ambushed by Snape and realized his feeling weren’t something little or big. It was HUGE. It was nothing like what he had felt for Cho Chang or Ginny Weasley. This was more than both of those combined.

This spelled trouble— very big trouble. Snape might not even be gay or bisexual. For Merlin’s sake, he bloody loved my mother! How can he be gay!

When Snape had groped his pocket for his wand, Harry had been afraid –oh, yes, very afraid—that he would get another ‘wand’ (down there). Even innocent touches like that turned him on.

I really wish I wasn’t Harry Potter so I can leave all of this mess and go to a far away place, away from Snape, he thought. This isn’t a problem that can be solved by killing one or two Voldemorts.

Harry clutched his head and groaned. Now I can’t even sneak into his bed without imagining him on it! Maybe I should kill myself and save myself the trouble.

XxXxX

Two days later, Harry found himself standing in front of The Minister’s Office. He knocked twice on the door. I won’t back away now. I’m a Gryffindor, for Merlin’s sake!

“Be brave, Harry!” he muttered under his breath.

“Come in,” said someone inside the room.

“Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry with an apologetic smile.

“It’s no trouble. Please, sit down, Harry. I wonder what brings you here.” Mr. Weasley said warmly and gestured to the chair in front of him.

The Ministry’s Office was filled with many strange things, Harry recognized some of them as muggle devices. It didn’t match with the old oak furniture in the office but it instantly gave away to whom the office belonged to. Arthur Weasley had always been fascinated with muggle devices and technology.

Harry sat down on the oak chair and felt guiltily that he was about to push Arthur Weasley into something unreasonable.

“I need a long mission away from Britain,” said Harry, clearing his throat before continuing, “To do some defense exchanges with other nations, to learn about their defense system to improve ours.” He put on what he hoped was a serious façade.

“Ah, I see what a bright idea! Who and where do you suggest will be suited for the job? Moody?” asked Mr. Weasley happily. Harry looked uncomfortably at him.

“I think United States has a good defense system,” said Harry answering part of Arthur’s question.

“Yes, I think it is a good choice. Besides there won’t be any language barrier there,” said Arthur with a smile.

“As for a volunteer, I suggest myself,” said Harry. Mr. Weasley look shocked.

“Harry, that’s—The Ministry needs you here!” protested Mr. Weasley. Harry resisted the temptation to sigh.

“I’ll put Moody as a temporary Head of the Department,” said Harry. Mr. Weasley hesitated about it. Moody could be really mad sometimes.

Harry quickly added, “Don’t worry, Professor Snape will back him up.”

“It’s only temporary. I will come back here as soon as the exchange is finished,” Harry reassured Mr. Weasley. Lies, all lies. I won’t ever come back here once I get into United States. I’m so sorry Mr. Weasley.

“Harry, this isn’t because of Ginny, is it?” Mr. Weasley asked seriously.

Ginny is getting engaged to Seamus in a month and they decided to get married after Seamus finished school. This had been big news to everyone, except for a few people, since everyone thought she was getting married to Harry.

Harry blinked. He didn’t even remember about Ginny Weasley. His head was too full of Severus lately. Yes, Severus. He had began to call Snape by his first name lately, not that he ever uttered it out to anyone, especially to the man who owned that name. But it was hard not to do that since Severus practically haunted his every dream and even his consciousness.

“It’s not because of Ginny. It’s really not, Mr. Weasley. We just no longer matched each other. I’m really happy she found her true love,” said Harry with a smile.

“Thank Merlin for that. I didn’t want you to feel like a stranger, Harry. I always think of you as a part of my family,” Mr. Weasley said with relief.

“So do I, Mr. Weasley.”

“Then I will do what I can to get it implemented, Harry,” Mr. Weasley said.

“Thank you Mr. Weasley,” Harry replied gratefully.

Harry left The Minister’s Office half an hour later. He felt relieved Arthur had swallowed some nonsense like that. It was bad enough to love a man who would never love him but it was worse to be tortured by the erotic dream he had lately.

I’m not sure my self-control will last a week, let alone half a year. And even after he graduated from Hogwarts, he still needed to see Severus over the Ministry issues.

The man mattered more to him than the terrible desire that threatened to consume him. I won’t let him get hurt! I’ll protect him even from myself! He swore.

XxXxX

That plan got approval from the Ministry three days later. United States Magical Government took the exchange with such enthusiasm that the exchange plan got signed by both governments before the end of the month. In all, it was faster than Harry had predicted. Of course, the U.S. got excited. I’m the newest monkey in the zoo after all. I guess it’s alright as long as I get in there.

Harry told this news only to his best friends to give them time to settle with the idea while he decided to tell his department at the last minute. Moody was so astonished that he his jaw actually dropped. Severus just looked indifferent. Ouch, it hurts more than I had thought, seeing him so unconcerned about this, Harry thought while rubbing his chest. This is the best decision.

XxXxX

Harry was going to New York –U.S. Magical Government’s headquarters at the end of the month by plane. It was the safest way for a wizard to long distance travel to another country.

Harry was very busy on his last week in Britain. Mostly it was about the settlement for Moody as a fill-in Head of Defense.

The Weasleys had thrown him a goodbye party at the Burrow—Ron’s home for him a day before he left while the rest of Gryffindor mates and members of Dumbledore’s Army had accompanied him to Hogwarts’s gate. He received many well-wishes from them. Even Alastor Moody had made a last minute visit to Hogwarts; Harry met him at the gate. The man only gave him one piece advice: “CONSTANT VIGILANCE!”

It made Harry smile.

However, the only person that mattered most didn’t even show up to say goodbye. Not that I expected him to but it would have been nice to see him once again before I left, he thought glumly.

XxXxX

Harry was waiting for his plane in the airport with his best friends. Ron and Hermione insisted to accompany him and he had gratefully accepted their good intentions. He was feeling some apprehension about his new life in the U.S. After all, Harry had never left Britain since he was born.

When it was announced from the loudspeaker that it was time for him to go, Hermione suddenly burst into tears and even Ron got teary eyed. The three of them had never separated for such a long time in the last six years and now, Harry was going to stay in New York for a year. He gave them a hug. Hermione babbled at him to not forget to take a meal and to stay in contact with them. Ron, meanwhile, patted his shoulder, assuring him that they would always be his best friends. Harry mumbled a ‘thanks’, feeling very emotional himself.

Harry let them go reluctantly when he heard the second announcement. He walked to the departure gate and then waved to them before he passed it.

XxXxX

Harry never noticed a man that had been watching him from the shadows since his arrival at the airport. Neither did his best friends notice as they were too busy watching Harry’s back. But some people had noticed and looked suspiciously at the intimidating man who wore a black, billowing robe; he obviously wasn’t part of typical society. However, the man was gone a few seconds later after Harry was no longer visible from the outside of the departure gate.

End of Chapter 3

Thank you so much for reading this chapter! XD And a lot of thanks to my lovely Beta, Mirai Kurosaki!
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