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Tell Me It\'s Over	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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V.

It had been hard, at first, gathering his memories back in the proper order. His brain seemed to be in a perpetual fog. It wasn't until Harry got him transferred to St. Mungo's – which was really rather like sneaking Severus out of the hospital in the middle of the night with the assistance of a skilled medical staff – and settled into their Poison Recovery Ward that he started to think clearly again. He realized it must be the muggle medicines working their way out of his system, and found, for several days, that his hands shook and he sweat like a fiend, but at least he could think relatively clearly.

He remembered now. Nagini's venom. He also remembered ending his relationship with Harry, but Harry apparently thought otherwise. He'd drilled the healer for details when Harry finally let go of him long enough to use the loo, and found his beloved had refused to give up on him, and – she was speaking in rumors or course and didn't really know for certain – that he had done not a thing since the war aside from watching over Severus.

Severus didn't want to be so pleased about that. It was two years of Harry's life that he'd wasted, but he was pleased anyway. Even though they weren't together, even though Harry should, by all rights, hate him, he still loved him. And Harry was nineteen now. There was the barest shadow of hair across his chin in the evenings that, paired with his perpetually messy hair, made him look very devil may care. He had become terribly handsome, and when he looked at Severus with those vibrant green eyes, Severus could tell there was not a place in the world he would rather be than sitting at his bedside nursing him back to health.

There wasn't much nursing to do, now. At least, Severus liked to think so. It was mostly just getting his stomach re-acquainted with solid food, which hadn't gone well the first few weeks, but as of this morning he had successfully held down a scrambled egg, a piece of toast with jam, and half a cup of weak tea. As he could smell the staff bringing lunch about, he knew that several hours had passed. The only way he had to tell the time was by the schedule. Breakfast. Then physical therapy – he was weak, and after two years of lying on his back, his legs were hard pressed to hold his less than adequate weight very long. After that, Harry would arrive, usually bearing some ridiculous present, like the bag of gummy snakes he'd brought yesterday. 'I thought it might lift your spirits to be able to bite the snake this time, instead of the other way around.' Severus had rolled his eyes and said 'you couldn't bring me a book to read? I am sitting here, bored witless, and your brilliant idea is gummy snakes?'

They'd struck an agreement at that and gotten a quill and parchment from the staff. Severus was to make a list of anything that might make his time in the hospital pass more quickly, or that he might want, and every day, Harry would stop at his home to fetch him something from the list. It was supposed to be one item, but Severus looked at the trunk Harry was hauling into the room and knew he'd brought every last bloody thing that had come to his mind.

"Sorry I'm late," Harry told him. "It took me a while to find all of the books. You don't have them in any particular order, do you?"

"Well, I know where they are, in any case," Severus answered with a frown. "I thought we agreed. One item per day."

"I suppose we did," Harry said, letting the trunk down with a soft thud next to the bed. "But I was there already. It seemed silly not just to get everything at once."

"Over-achiever," Snape chided. "Did you apparate carrying all of that?"

"Portkey," Harry answered, leaning down to steal a kiss that Severus was more than happy to let him have. In fact, for the first time since he'd awakened, he let it linger. He wrapped his fingers around Harry's wrist and gently – he couldn't muster much force yet – pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed. When the kiss ended, he dared to lean in for another, which Harry was, of course, more than willing to let him have. There were even tongues involved.

Harry grinned, resting their foreheads together. "You're energetic today. Physical therapy went well?"

"The Healer let me walk on my own for once," he answered in that tone he had that Harry knew meant he'd complained at the poor woman until she caved in. "She made me use a cane, but I didn't need it." Well, okay, he did, a little bit, but it sounded less impressive a task if he admitted that.

"That's great," Harry answered, rubbing his hand along his love's bony ribcage. "I'll have you home in no time at all, then." He kissed him softly. "Home," he whispered, "Naked." Another soft kiss. "In bed..." He trailed off. They both knew where his mind was going. Severus didn't blame him at all. He wanted that too.

"What does that have to do with my ability to walk?" he asked bemusedly, with a slight quirk of his brow.

"Everything," Harry said. "On account of they won't let you out of here until you can." He sat back just a bit after another kiss. "Did you eat? We need to fatten you up. The healers say you've got to put on some weight before they'll let you go home."

"Eggs and toast this morning," Severus answered. "I think they're bringing lunch around now."

No sooner had he said it than the healer walked in with the tray. She looked at them with this little smile that said she just thought they were absolutely adorable and said, "Ready to eat again, Mr. Snape?"

Snape was surprisingly amiable. He knew better than to piss off the healers too much if he wanted to ever get out of the hospital, and he was hoping they would let him leave very soon. "I intend to make the effort," he answered as Harry moved to the seat beside the bed so she could settle his lunch tray over his lap.

"There we go, then. Mr. Potter, nice to see you again." Harry inclined his head. "I can trust you to help him, can't I?"

"If he'll let me," Harry answered. He was sure the nurses knew by now how stubborn Snape was. He was also sure that their pictures must be all over the Daily Prophet, but he'd been too busy coming to the hospital every day to really pay the bloody paper much mind.

The nurse left as he reached over and poured milk and sugar into Snape's tea while Severus opened his napkin. Severus didn't protest much, as he was otherwise occupied. "I can do that myself," he said calmly.

"I know," Harry answered, and they didn't say anything further on the subject.

Severus didn't finish the meal, but he did make a dent in it that was impressive considering how disagreeable his stomach had been of late, and that evening, they dared attempt a bath. He hated being a stinking mess in front of Harry. They hadn't discussed their break-up and subsequent make-up, but if Harry wasn't going to mention it, Snape decided he wasn't going to either. Things were going far too well these past weeks and he wasn't going to say a word that might muck it up. He may have, however, pretended to need just a tad more help than he actually required, if only to feel Harry's fingers massaging shampoo into his scalp, and of course, tilting his head back in just such a way that his beloved couldn't resist cupping his cheeks and kissing him again with those silky lips and that warm, wet tongue.

In spite of his progress, it was still another month before he'd gained enough weight to satisfy the healers, and Harry spent a bit less time with him, only because, he claimed, he needed to get the house ready. He wondered how much Harry could possibly have to do, but then he remembered the portrait of Mrs. Black on the wall and thought he probably had his work cut out for him. Merlin only knew what other little details Harry had learned to pussyfoot his way around. Still, he did visit every day, just a bit later in the evening, and on one particular occasion, Severus was sure he smelled fresh paint. Harry told him he was imagining it, but he'd always been a horrible liar. Snape was flattered that Harry was going to such lengths to make his home a bit more pleasant for him, but as long as Harry was there, even a hole in the ground would be just fine as far as Severus was concerned.

He looked in the mirror as he got dressed and frowned at his reflection. Severus didn't think he'd ever been so heavy in his life, and really wasn't entirely certain how to feel about that. Of course, he was still dramatically thin, but he thought the healers' standards were a bit high. If he sucked in his stomach, he could barely see his ribs, and that just wasn't normal. He wondered if Harry was going to tease him about putting on a bit of podge. His pants still fit quite well enough, but he'd been indescribably thin for so long, his standards had been somewhat warped and he felt a bit fat even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Checking yourself out?" Harry teased as he peered in the bathroom door.

Snape was quick to grab his tunic. "Just getting dressed. It feels strange after so long in a hospital gown."

"You were checking yourself out," Harry grinned playfully, sidling up behind him and curling his arms about him in a loose embrace.

"Let me get dressed," Severus complained.

"If it was up to me, you'd never wear clothes again," he said, running his hand over Snape's flat stomach. "You look so good, now that you're healthy."

"Nonsense," Snape answered. "I've never looked good a day in my life. It is as though Morgana dared Merlin to create an entire human being using naught but a ruler, a quill, and black ink. There isn't a single curve anywhere on me."

It was true. Snape was all sharp angles and flat, square planes. "I like black," Harry answered, kissing the back of Snape's shoulder. "Rulers don't suck, either. Buut, as much as I like how you look, get dressed so I can take you home. The sooner we get home, the sooner I can show you just how much I love long, hard, pieces of wood."

Severus rolled his eyes as he turned to face his young lover, but didn't protest when Harry pulled him down into a deep kiss. "Your sense of humor is still juvenille," he complained.

"And you still adore me in spite of it," Harry quipped.

"You have other redeeming qualities that hold a larger portion of my attention," Severus answered, initiating another soft kiss between them.

"Mmn. It's been three years since you've seen those 'qualities', as you call them. Just wait until you see how 'large' they've gotten while you were sleeping."

"Fool," Severus answered, but couldn't really bring himself to mind.

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