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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 4

I was so far out of place

Watching those stars in outer space

Cuz I am so far from where you are

Dear Vienna -Owl City

XxXxX

Harry quickly got used to life in New York. People here were so different from those in Britain but they were very open and everything said was straight and to the point. The first week in the United States Magical Government, he was required to socialize with the upper officials. He felt like some freak show, everyone wanting to see or speak to him.

However, the excitement died down after ten days. Everything here went so quickly, whether it was with the news or the up-coming technology. He spent the second week learning the basic structure of the Government. The United States Magical Government had many subdivisions, unlike in Britain where each subdivision had their own specialty (but still supported each other).

The Magical society in New York also was more open with their sexuality. Some witches (and even wizards) tried to hit on him but he had never tried to date any of them. It wouldn’t be fair to them if his heart wasn’t into it.

Besides that, Americans also thought that it wasn’t just magic that needed to be trained but also the physical form; they had adopted muggle martial arts. The Government’s healer had suggested to him to get his eyes corrected since glasses would interfere with training later on. He had agreed to do it. Now he had clearer vision for the first time in the last sixteen years of his life.

After that, he joined the Special Force training. It was similar to the Auror Force in the Ministry. The skills that he had learned from Severus and Moody after the Voldemort demise were very useful. He was proud to say that he did most of it perfectly, earning him recognition from his fellow Special Force trainees. And when the training was over, he became a member of Special Force’s team. The job included sweeping up persons or things deemed harmful to the U.S. Magical Society. Though he still wasn’t included in most of the secret operations.

Harry also kept in touch with Ron and Hermione, always reporting everything to Moody to be relayed back to the Minister, Arthur Weasley. The hardest part was that the U.S. Government was very interested with him and had been trying to persuade into moving permanently into their country.

“Talented young men like you are rare, Mr. Potter!” And so they had praised him on so many occasions. He was sorely tempted to accept the offer -to get away from Severus- if it weren’t for Mr. Weasley being the current Minister. It would feel like he was betraying the remainder of the man’s trust.

XxXxX

And I'll forget the world that I knew,

But I swear I won't forget you,

Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,

I'd whisper in your ear,

Oh darling I wish you were here

Vanilla Twilight-Owl City

XxXxX

Weeks became months, days passing in a flash, and nightmares rarely plaguing Harry’s sleep. Most nights, he would pass out in his bed because of the busy work life in the Special Force. But when he was awake, some parts of his heart felt so empty, longing for a certain black haired man in Hogwarts.

XxXxX

The Exchange Program was going to end this week-- that meant he had spent a year in New York. But Harry had already registered in St. Patrick's, a medical school in New York. It was said that most of famous healers in the world came from that school.

Thankfully, they didn't require certain qualifications, such as graduating from a magical school, to apply for it; they only required a few entry tests. Harry didn’t know if he got in because of his skills or his name but it didn’t really matter. What really mattered was that he could stay longer in United States by applying for it.

He had already leased a small apartment near Central Park because he felt that he had to move out from the barrack provided by the Exchange Program. He didn’t feel comfortable imposing on the United States Magical Government’s hospitality after the program ended even though they had insisted that they didn’t mind.

Ron and Hermione didn’t really say anything about his plan except that they were going to miss him and that he definitely had to go home for their wedding. His best friends had been dating each other after war was over and he was happy for them. At least somebody got happiness. He sighed.

However, Moody was angry about this. He had really hoped that Harry was going to come back immediately after the Exchange Program. He had said, “Bah, Head of Defense learns Arts of Healing!” It took a few days before he finally settled down about Harry’s decision.

XxXxX

The Exchange Program ended today. Harry, who had moved his stuff (consisting of few clothes) into his new apartment, was free to enjoy the whole week before medical school began.

Harry had ordered a large pepperoni pizza for tonight. He even borrowed some movies to watch all night. This evening, he only dressed in his white shirt and black boxers. With his earphones on and rocking away to music, he almost didn’t hear the door bell ring.

“Yes, I’m coming! Please wait!” Harry shouted from the back of the room.

Harry snatched the money he had prepared and ran to the door. He opened it and got the biggest surprise of his life. His eyes went wide at seeing the unexpected visitor. The man raised an eyebrow when Harry gaped at him.

“I see you haven’t change. Still so foolish, Potter,” Snape snorted.

Harry felt his brain turn into pudding. This can’t be happening now. Oh Merlin, no! he thought desperately.

“How- How?” asked Harry, confused.

Snape smirked at him. A very sexy smirk, he thought absentmindedly.

“I hope it isn’t habit to greet your guest in your underpants. You should be ashamed, Potter,” said Snape silkily.

The insult snapped Harry out of his shocked state. The young man blushed heavily. He wore his old baggy boxers. It’s only fair for him to see me in my boxers, he thought as he remembered seeing Snape’s underpants in the man’s pensive.

There was one memory which proved his father, James, was really a bully. He cleared his dry throat. Damn it! He had to stop wondering whether his father really did take off Snape’s underpants as a horrible prank.

Snape had been mortified, humiliated, and yet Harry still undressed Snape in his mind. Guilt overcame him at the thought that he wanted to see the man without the said underpants. Merlin! I’m just as bad as my father!

“Well, then please come in, Professor. Welcome to my humble apartment,” said Harry, his chin held high, “And no, it isn’t a habit. It is my laundry day. We’ve got no house-elf here.”

Harry picked up the scattered magazines and books from the bed.

“Please sit down here, Professor. I don’t really have any chairs,” He gestured to the bed.

Harry’s room was still bare since he rented an unfurnished apartment. He had planned to buy some later when he had time.

“What do you want for a drink?” Harry said in deadpan expression, “Let’s see, I only got water.”

Snape glared at him for the cheeky remark.

“That’s fine,” said Snape in a clipped tone.

The man looked disgusted to be in such a messy room. Harry had to admit that he wasn’t the tidiest person. Harry quickly got some water in a glass and handed it to Snape, carefully, so he wasn’t looking straight at him.

“So what brings you here, Professor?” asked Harry while he pretended to tidy his room.

Severus took his sweet time in answering his question. No—Snape! His name is Snape, damn it! Harry thought, for Merlin’s beard, what he is doing here?!

“Hogwarts’ Board Committee has decided that their beloved savior has to have a special graduating certificate for sacrificing himself in order to strengthen the Magical Community,” said Snape while he stared at Harry as if he were a disgusting bug under his nose.

He has such a lovely, narrow nose too. A little bit crooked but still lovely, Harry thought, focus Harry! Damn old meddlesome people! They bloody ruined my plan to forget Sev- Snape! He almost sneered while thinking about those old nosy people.

“Be grateful, Potter! For this!” said Snape as he tossed a black cylinder tube at Harry who caught it by sheer reflex.

XxXxX

Harry felt his heart lurch up as he stared blankly at the item in his hand. Just for bringing certificate? Can’t he just post it?

“-And for a certain old fool that kept insisting I have to bring you back before the Americans hoodwinked you,” Snape went on.

So the real reason is Moody. Well, so sorry then. I’m not going back, old man, Harry grumbled bitterly, I can’t, not while he is still influencing me so deeply even after all the time I was apart from him.

Harry counted to ten before replying to Snape, internally repeating the words he had practiced so many times in order to appease his friends’ anxiety.

“I’m so sorry, Professor, I can’t go home now. Please tell Moody that I’m already registered as a student here,” said Harry calmly.

Well, I’m not lying! Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those black eyes.

“I see,” said Snape slowly.

He almost sighed in relief but then, the man continued, “I’ll be staying here tonight.”

W-H-A-T?! He shouted inwardly, eyes bulged in surprise.

“You can’t be serious!” blurted Harry panickly.

“Why? So little Potter has a girlfriend now?” said Snape with an eyebrow raised.

Lovely, lovely eyebrow, Harry thought, Stupid heart, No! Stop it, no eyebrow for me!

“No, but--,“ Harry stammered.

Snape quickly cut in, “Then it is decided.”

“You can’t!” Harry protested.

“Give me a valid reason why I shouldn’t, Potter,” Snape retorted.

His brain went overload with the fact Snape wanted to stay at his place tonight and he couldn’t think of any good excuses to prevent the man from spending a night in his apartment. It didn’t help that the man was clearly enjoying seeing his frustration.

“You just can’t!” said Harry, totally at loss for words.

“I’m not accepting that,” said Snape, his eyes glinting.

I’ll end up raping you, Harry thought, Merlin’s beard, I’ll end up as a rapist by the morning!

Harry shouted—the first thing that came into his mind, “I only have one bed!”

“Potter, are you certain that you are a wizard?” Snape mocked him.

Harry groaned. A wizard could transfigure almost everything but that didn’t always mean that you would get the same thing you’ve been thinking about. He wasn’t so successful on transfiguration. It was more of Hermione’s forte.

“I still get my own bed,” said Harry stubbornly.

“Who said that I want yours? It might be infested with fleas,” said Snape coolly, delivering the insult with a tone that suggested he referred to a certain dead animagus who had been Harry’s Godfather.

That was a low blow, you nasty old bat! Harry thought angrily. Why do I fall for this kind of person? Because he is sexy, stupid! And he only insulted you because you baited him-- Ahh! Stop that! He cried out inwardly.

Since Snape had come to his apartment, Harry was sure he was slowly becoming insane.

“Just go to the hotel or something. I’m sure you’ll find one. I will pay for it,” said Harry desperately.

Snape glared sharply at him. Harry cringed, the man looking irritated enough to whip his wand at him and cast Cruciatus Curse for his insolence. He didn’t mean to insult Snape but somehow it turned out to be that way.

“If you can find one, I’ll pay you double for it, Potter!” hissed Snape to his face.

Wait, since when did he get so close to me?! Harry fumed in a panic.

He quickly stepped backward even though it was a cowardly act.

“How can that be difficult? New York is big enough!” said Harry defiantly.

Now Snape got a strange expression on his face.

Is that pity, I saw? He thought confusedly.

Snape snorted, “Potter, I always knew that you were stupid, but not this stupid!”

“Stop calling me stupid!!” Harry growled.

“Do you know what day is today?” asked Snape impatiently.

“Of course I know! It’s December 31,” Harry ended his words with a slap on his forehead.

I swear the Stars are plotting against me! Harry thought. Bloody Hell! I totally forgot about it because he came so suddenly.

Harry had to admit that Snape was right. Hotels in New York were full of lovers and families at the end of the year. Even the most run-down hotels or motels were most likely to be full because of the holiday events going on in the city.

“Just do what you want,” Harry mumbled dejectedly.

The doorbell rang for the second time that day. He walked to the door without looking at Snape. Harry glared at the pizza delivery boy. The boy didn’t even dare ask for a tip. He only gave Harry the pizza, accepted the money, and quickly disappeared from that apartment.

Harry came back into the apartment and found Snape sitting calmly on his bed, which had been transfigured into what looked like a plush black couch.

Interesting, I knew that he loved comfortable things, he mused, but what’s with his obsession with black?

Snape’s grey, heavy coat and white scarf were no where to be seen. And to his surprise, the man wore a muggle clothes; a fitted black turtleneck and black pants. Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from the man’s figure. He had never seen Snape wore other than thick black robe.

Whoever had said that the man was skinny couldn’t be more wrong. Oh, yes, Severus Snape was definitely in the prime of life. Anyone only had to look at the man’s splendid physique would get the same opinion.

And Snape’s raven hair, for once, didn’t look greasy which made Harry want to run his fingers through that shoulder length hair. Harry debated with himself, whether the man would kill him or not if he tried to touch his hair.

“You are staring, Potter,” said Snape.

Harry blinked. It’s your hair’s fault! he thought accusingly.

“Well, excuse me, I never saw you dress in anything besides a robe, Professor,” said Harry innocently.

If he were ever teaching while wearing those clothes, no one will pay attention to his teaching, Harry thought, I wouldn’t for sure, too busy molesting him with my eyes. He might even get admirers.

Harry frowned when he thought about that. He tried to squish that jealous feeling. It won’t do me any good to get jealous at some imaginary admirers.

“Potter,” said Snape.

Harry snapped out of his thought, “yes?”

Snape gestured to the item in Harry’s hand.

Harry looked down to pizza box in his hand. “Oh, this? It’s a pepperoni pizza.”

“Err—do you want some, Professor?” said Harry as he opened the box and offered it to the man.

Snape was looking at the pizza suspiciously like it was two-headed dragon instead of a harmless Italian baked pie, covered with toppings.

“Go on. I guarantee it tastes OK,” said Harry, convincing him.

Harry was mentally sweating when Snape lifted his head to stare at him. Those dark obsidian eyes bore deeply into his. He felt like the ugly witch who had just offered a poisonous apple to the Snow White like in the muggle’s fairytale. However, before long, he noticed that those black eyes glittered with mirth, laughing at his discomfort.

Damn you for making me feel guilty over a pizza! He glared at the man.

He bloody hated Snape’s peculiar sense of humor. Ah, no, he bloody hated how Slytherins in general thought it was funny to make others suffer. What a bunch of twisted people!

A triumphant smile flickered across Snape’s face before the man picked one slice, then brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.

“Too much cheese,” commented Snape.

Harry rolled his eyes and decided to have a good banter with him.

“I like it that way,” Harry retorted defensively.

“You’ll get fat, Potter,” Snape said dryly.

Harry chuckled, “I don’t eat this everyday. Do you want more, Professor?”

“No,” Snape said curtly.

Harry’s throat went dry when he watched Snape lick the cheese that was stuck on the man’s upper lip. Fantasies about what that pink tongue could do reeled into his mind. He felt his blood rush up to his head and then down to his lower parts. Oh, shit!!

“Excuse me,” he mumbled.

Harry ran to the bathroom and slammed the bathroom door close. He pinched his nose, hoping that he wouldn’t get a nosebleed. Too much visual! Bloody hell! He looked at the tent in his boxers pitifully.

Harry didn’t dare to go out for a while until after he practiced meditation inside the bathroom. He kept chanting about self-control and was seriously considering locking himself in the bathroom until tomorrow. He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t attack Snape tonight.

He loves your mother. He is old enough to be your father. Your father hated him. Your godfather hated him. You are a pervert if you like him. Your friends hate him. He’s a greasy old bat. He’s nasty. Harry went on thinking about one hundred-and-one reasons not to rape Snape. After repeating that five times, Harry came out from the bathroom.

Snape was sitting on the couch with a book opened in his lap. The man lifted his head when he heard him approaching.

“Pity. I thought you decided to get rid of yourself,” said Snape silkily.

Despite the insult, one glance to the sexy man was enough to make all reason fly from Harry’s head. Life was so much better if he had never seen how the man looked like without those thick robes. And that tongue! Now he wasn’t just pining for the man but also sexually frustrated that he almost tore his hair out.

“Just leave me alone!” he cried out.

Snape just raised an eyebrow at his words and went back to reading. Harry went all the way to ignore the man for the rest of the day.

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End of Chapter 4

Special Thanks to my lovely Beta, Mirai Kurosaki. Once again you saved the day! XD

Thank you so much for reading this chapter.. ^_^ I love you all, readers! *hugs* and any review will be welcomed warmly XD
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