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One Way Or Another Christmas Edition	By : nekofreakz Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Severus’s POV

Severus strode to the front door and found it locked. Only then, did he remember that Potter had asked that Luna girl to lock up.

Damnation!! He was not going back up those stairs to ask Potter to unlock it! That blasted brat had played him for a fool!

Severus yanked on a chair then angrily slumped down into it. It had taken him months to finally swallow his pride and apologize to Potter. All that effort was for naught!

Curious?! He’s bloody whoring himself! He thought furiously.

But, would he have turned out that way if his parents were still alive? Severus asked himself. The answer was clear: No, he wouldn’t! He would have had someone who would reprimand him on the obvious things he should not do.

Severus clenched his hands into fists as the guilt seeped in. It was must be his fault that Potter turned out this way. He had shoved the brat away like he was some kind of burden. If only he had cared more for the young man, he sighed. He had no right to treat him like a pariah now.

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Severus was nearing the top of the staircase when he heard the muffled sobs. He silently took another step and froze at what he saw. Potter was huddled on the floor. By all means, the young man appeared to be crying.

Severus frowned, confusion and guilt warring within him. He couldn’t recall when Potter had ever cried except for his at parent’s funeral. Did his words hurt Potter that badly?

Severus suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He was intruding on Potter’s privacy. He should back away before he alerted Potter to his presence. However, he jumped a little when he felt something brush against his leg. He was immediately greeted by a loud yowl that was followed by something sharp that latched onto his leg.

Potter snapped his head up, staring at him. His eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks were wet with tears. There was a thick silence as they looked at each other. For the first time in many years, Severus was somewhat nervous. Potter frowned and wiped his tears on his sleeve. Then the young man walked over to him with a grim expression. Severus forced himself to stand still although he had a little monster gnawing on his leg.

Potter stopped in front of him and sounded rather hoarse, “You’re stepping on her tail.”

Severus frowned and moved his foot but the fangs and claws were still digging in his skin, determined to draw blood.

Where the hell Potter did find such a bloodthirsty animal?

Potter crouched down on the stairs and reprimanded the creature sternly, “Nimbus. Don’t!”

A second or two passed before that monster finally let go of his leg. It huffed in displeasure and turned away from him with a haughty strut.

“Why are you still here?” asked Potter with obvious hostility as he got up.

“Your door is locked,” said Severus.

“I see...” said Potter, his green eyes grew dim. “Sorry, please sit down. We need to tend to your leg.”

Potter disappeared into another room, leaving him to sit alone on the couch. He glared warily at the black cat that now occupied the other side of the couch. For such a tiny creature, it had vicious razor-sharp appendages.

When Potter came back with a first aid box and began to take off his shoe and sock, Severus began to protest.

“Don’t be so afraid. I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to,” said Potter softly.

Severus snapped his mouth shut and tried not to fidget as he let Potter proceed with his first aid.

“Trust me, I’m an expert,” said Potter as the young man rolled up his pants to his knees.

“It bites a lot?” asked Severus, frowning.

“No, she only bites if she doesn’t like the person,” said Potter dryly.

“It acts like a bloody Queen,” deadpanned Severus.

Potter gave him a small smile as they fell into their old banter, relieving the awkward tension for a moment. Potter silently continued to clean his wound. Severus tried not to wince when Potter dabbed at his bleeding wound. They didn’t exchange anymore pleasantries until Potter finished binding his leg.

“There, you’ll be okay now,” said Potter. “Sorry about that, I owe you some new pants.”

“You don’t have to—,” replied Severus.

Potter didn’t pay attention to him. Instead the young man was looking to his left side with a horrified expression.

“Nimbus! Leave that sock alone!” shouted Potter exasperatedly, running towards his cat.

That hell-cat was using his sock as a scratching post. By the time Potter succeeded in wrestling it from the cat, his sock was no longer sock, more like a jumble of threads.

“I’m really sorry. It seems I also owe you a sock,” Potter mumbled with a troubled frown.

Severus looked at him and suppressed a sigh, not because of his ruined sock but for an entirely different reason. One that made his heart throb with an indescribable ache.

“Potter,” called Severus.

“Yes?” mumbled Potter who was still looking at the ruined sock.

“Why were you crying?” said Severus quietly.

Potter shrugged and said uncaringly, “Stomachache, I think.”

They both knew that it wasn’t true.

“Can you leave now?” continued Potter bluntly. “I still have many things to do.”

Severus grabbed Potter’s arm before the young man walked away from him. Potter looked at him, clearly surprised, but that wasn’t the only thing that he detected behind Potter’s eyes. He also saw a deep yearning within. Suddenly, everything made sense to Severus. It was like finding a missing puzzle piece. One that he had thought was impossible. He had always mistaken it for blind admiration, but that was before any of that happened.

“You love me,” Severus stated in low voice.

To his astonishment, Potter turned very pale after hearing his words which only served to support Severus’ suspicion. If that was true, then Potter had loved him for—years! He had recognized that look on Potter’s face since he was just a tiny imp!

No wonder Potter had always presented him with his work when he had visited his house when the young man’s parents were still alive. Potter had shown him his drawings, repeated a play for him, sang a birthday song, and even made him a pie. He thought the boy set out only to annoy him.

Lily—why didn’t she tell him? She should have known about it! After all, she had helped Potter bake that bloody pie. Though, she might have been thoroughly amused that her young son was developing an infatuation towards him. She’d always had such a strange sense of humor.

He had foolishly received the wrong impression of Potter. Potter might have been a player before, but he wasn’t now. What kind of whore owned small coffee shops, a cozy living room, and a monster pet? It practically screamed out bloody domestic for Pete’s sake!

“I don’t understand what you mean,” said Potter, trying to deny it.

Severus fixed him a stare at his blatant lie. As much as he wanted to deny, Harry Potter wasn’t just anyone to him. He had known him since he was still in diapers and had watched the boy grow into a young man. And such a fine young man indeed, even when he was neglected a lot by him, his supposed to be guardian.

For someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Potter was quite humble. He wasn’t arrogant or ambitious. Potter didn’t grow up to be a carbon copy of James Potter. He also wasn’t exactly like his mother either. Lily was a sweet woman but she was as much a workaholic as Severus was. She really loved to work with numbers. And, long holidays always freaked her out. Unlike Potter who, if he really spoke the truth, probably stayed on with the company because he’d asked him to, not because the young man liked doing it.

“You love me,” Severus repeated, this time with more conviction.

In fact, he almost sounded satisfied when he said that. Maybe beneath all that annoyance that he felt for Potter, there was something deeper. Something he craved. Something he had only just realized right then.

That was why he was so dissatisfied with the new Managing Director. Because deep down inside, he knew that no one else would do. They simply weren’t Potter. If he was constantly irritated when Potter was around, the time without Potter was infinitely worse!

There were so many things that he’d missed when Potter disappeared. He missed his smile, his teasing. He missed the brightness that only Potter could bring into his dreary life. And more than anything else, he realized that he wanted Potter back in his life.

I want him to be mine, he thought possessively.

“Potter,” Severus began. “You’d better listen carefully. I’m not going to repeat myself.”

Potter blinked and gave him a confused look.

“I love you,” admitted Severus quietly.

“What?!” Potter burst out, his green eyes widening in disbelief.

Severus blushed hotly, glaring at Potter. They were three simple words that could only mean one thing! Potter couldn’t have mistaken it as something else, could he?!

“Are you daft, Potter?” snapped Severus, feeling embarrassed.

Potter gaped at him, speechless, for several seconds before finding his voice.

“You- you don’t have to lie!” Potter stuttered, scowling. “I’m not going to change my decision!”

Severus bristled with anger. It wasn’t an everyday thing for him to proclaim his feeling, and Potter had just accused him lying! He tightened his hold around Potter’s arm then yanked him into his lap, earning him a surprised yelp from the young man.

Severus put his mouth close to Potter’s ear and hissed, “I do not take well to being called a liar especially by a liar!”

Potter shivered and blushed at his words. Severus smirked at the young man’s reaction then harshly bit the tip of his ear, making the young man gasp. Punishment. He caressed the outer shell with his tongue before trailing downward, sucking at the sensitive spot just below Potter’s ear. And pleasure. Potter wasn’t the only one in this room that remembered things.

Ah, vengeance is sweet, Severus thought, greatly pleased when Potter moaned his name.

“S-Sev? Wha-?” asked Potter dazedly when he stopped his caresses.

Severus gently lifted Potter’s chin. He flashed him a rare wide smile when the young man met his gaze. He had never felt more liberated than he did right then. He leaned forward to capture Potter’s lips with his own. The kiss began with slow matching movements. It was like they were having their own private conversation.

More? He asked teasingly as he ran his tongue along Potter’s lips.

Yes, more! Potter answered boldly by wrapping his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

An innocent kiss quickly turned into something much more. Severus caressed Potter’s back. Then, he slid his hand down to the young man’s bottom, pressing against him, making Potter gasp.

His tongue quickly plunged into Potter’s open mouth, tracing the contours of the hot cavern, mapping every ridge and plane. Potter met his tongue with his own, stroking him. He sucked on Potter’s tongue, eliciting a moan from the young man. He was going to push Potter down onto the couch when the young man gave a surprised yelp of pain. Severus reluctantly pulled away from him. He frowned, feeling irritated that the kiss ended so abruptly.

“Ow, Nimbus! Don’t move!” protested Potter as the young man tried to catch his cat.

That bloody cat had climbed onto Potter’s back, struggling to climb even higher. It finally reached the top of Potter’s head and sat there, mewling noisily.

Severus sighed, “Don’t move, Potter. I’ll get it for you.”

Severus glared darkly at the offending creature. It apparently sensed his ominous mood which spelled out torture if it resisted. So when he reached to pull it off, it came off meekly. He held the cat by its scruff and dropped it unceremoniously to the floor. It quickly moved to Potter’s leg, mewling pitifully to its master.

“Nimbus, what…?” Potter muttered, looking down at his cat before the young man exclaimed softly in realization. “Ah!”

Severus raised his eyebrow questioningly.

Potter rubbed his neck sheepishly then offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry Sev, I forgot to feed her.”

“Come on, Nimbus,” said Potter as the young man left the living room.

The cat huffed loudly then trotted after Potter. Severus narrowed his eyes at it. He would forever swear that the little demon did it on purpose, just to spite him!

End of Chapter 5

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Thanks a million to my Beta, crecre; for being a great Beta and for guessing the reason behind the cat’s name correctly. You’ve got one hell of intuition, my dear! XDDD Also thanks to all readers. Sorry for Nimbus the Cat-Sue. Yes, I named it Cat-Sue, with all the Mary-Sue and Gary-Sue around, why not there be a Cat-Sue too? X3 Oh, well, put the joke aside. I really hope you enjoy this chapter~ XD As usual, any review will be welcomed (very) warmly. ^_^
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