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Beautiful Hurts	By : Morosemordant Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Beautiful Hurts
Morosemordant
It hurts to be thin, it hurts to pretend, and it hurts to smile with loose teeth. Triggering. Eventually HP/SS
You Make Me Sick

The back of the chair he sat in was hard and unyielding. The dark eyes in front of him unreadable and fathomless. Harry tried to make himself as small as possible on the other side of the desk from his professor. So much for a good day.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy came to me with some concerns just now about you being sick in the bathroom. As a stand in while Madam Pomfrey is away from the school it is my responsibility as Potions Master to make sure you are alive and well. " Snape wasn't quite sneering but there was an odd expression across his face as he circled the room.
Harry was startled by an icy hand across his forehead. He had expected spells and some potions then to be sent off with a detention for the trouble. He was so tired, and his stomach rumbled loudly. Harry couldn't help leaning into the cold touch. He swayed in the chair when the hand was removed. A strange longing for that touch lingered.
The professor walked around in front and looked into the boys eyes. They were red rimmed and yellow tinged, the dark gray circles underneath the green orbs sat daintily on high hollow cheek bones. Harry couldn't remember if his glamours were replaced or not before running after ferret-face. His world was tilting, and a gray tinge kept creeping in. He couldn't speak his mouth was dry and his tongue felt swollen. Everything seemed very far away and dark.
Harry never felt the stone floor or saw the worry on Severus' face as he hit the ground in pile of too large clothes and too thin boy.
"Mr. Potter.... Potter..." The worry was etched in that sharp face and black eyes were wide "HARRY!" No amount of shaking was waking the student up. Severus grabbed his wand, "Enervate!"
The boys eyes opened weakly and he looked at the teacher with horror. He backed away from his teacher into the corner holding his knees.
"mm sorry sir."
Warm hands tilted his chin up and slick glass pushed at his lips. Harry swallowed the sour solution with a grimace.
"You Mr. Potter hand Wizards Flu, you owe Mr. Malfoy for coming to get someone as soon as he recognized you were ill." Harry was red with shame and fever, but secretly glad that his professor was still ignorant of his other demons. A warm cloak wrapped its way around him and he found himself lifted in the air. He was swaddled in fabric and carried to the leather couch on the wall furthest from the door.
"You will be staying here under my observation until I am certain you are out of the woods. Wizards flu is much more dangerous than that muggle sickness, and I will not have the boy- who-lived dying on my watch." The teacher sat at his desk and penned a note in green ink, rolled the parchment and called for a dour looking eagle owl. It was given instruction to notify the Gryffindor head of house.
"I let Mcgonagall know you will be here for the remainder of the evening." Snape said this flippantly the to boy on the sofa. Harry nodded weakly at his and snuggled down into the wool cloak against the dungeon chill. The itchy fabric was heavy and comforting smelling of bitter wormwood and sweet cinnamon.
Harry spent several hours drowsy and warm on the sticky leather. The light only changed and turned on the Snape finished with a class and came in to check on him or sick straight backed behind that huge desk. The scratch of red ink was heard and the crackling of fire. The room continued to smell like ash and potions, a previously disturbing smell now comforting as his eyes drifted shut again.
It was around dinner when he was roused by a surprisingly gentle shake and a whispered "potter" Harry woke immediately tense, looking around wildly.
" Potter, time to eat." A gigantic bowel of soup was put on the table next to the sofa. Snape raised a sardonic eye brow and turned back to his grading. Harry shook himself awake further and scowled. How could he be so stupid? Gilderoy was in St. Mungo's a world away. It had been years and he still woke up terrified. Scolding himself mentally Harry sat up gingerly.
He was glad the fever was gone, but his stomach was clenched in anxiety. Every time the professor glanced up from his papers Harry tried to take a bite. He finished half the bowl before the professor came back over and laid a hand on his forehead.
"Mr. Potter I think it is safe to assume you can leave for tonight, I will drag you to Madame Pomfrey if I find you are hiding any other sickness like this from the staff again. You were quite sick. I want you to..." a sneer "take it easy for the rest of the week, this means no Quidditch."
Harry was furious and glared hard at his teacher but did not protest. An eye brow was raised in response at the lack of yelling and shouting but the teacher merely went on "you will be taking a dreamless sleep tonight to ensure you get restful sleep, none of that kicking and moving about like earlier."
Harry was handed a small jar of deep purple goo. "One, and I mean only one, spoonful before bed. When you have finished the jar there will be no more, and I want you to be aware of its addictive properties. Now Potter what ingredient gives it this effect?" Snape spat.
"Poppy." Harry said slowly looking hopeful.
"I'm surprised you got that one, now out of my office, and if you have ANY reactions you will go straight to the nearest teacher. "Also boy, now that you are on the mend I will expect to see you actually eat something you are skin and bone." Snape turned around opening the door to the classroom and Harry scurried out heading back to the Gryffindor dorms. He read the looping cursive on the label running his finger along the font. The smell of that heavenly cloak clung to him for a short while and he inhaled deeply. It hadn't been a good day, but he had had worse.
He waved to Hermione and Ron as he entered the portrait, both looked up at him expectantly.
"Sorry, Snape said I was sick and had to keep me under observation. Greasy bat said no Quidditch this week too. Can't believe my rotten luck." Ron went into a rant immediately about it being a tragedy Harry couldn't play. Hermione looked at his oddly and interrupted.
"Harry what were you sick with?" Harry frowned and sat down beside them.
"Snape said it was Wizard flu, I didn't even know wizards had other diseases from muggles." Ron scooted away from him slightly and looked pale.
"Wizards flu? I thought you looked sick the last little while, Ron what is the matter with you, if Snape let him leave he can't be contagious... Ron!" Hermione was scowling at their friend.
"Sorry 'Mione Wizard Flu is really serious, no wonder you weren't eating mate. I had it once when I was little and mom thought I was going to die." Harry hadn't thought he was that sick, he could have sworn he had been sicker before. So we was throwing up blood, that wasn't a strange occurrence in the summer months. Harry mentally strengthened his glamour and smiled a little.
"Good thing I didn't then, what would people say if the Boy-Who-Lived was killed by a virus." Chuckling softly he waved his friends off with excuses of being tired and went up to his bed. Sealing the curtains he removed the dreamless sleep and took a small spoon of the sweet smelling concoction. Smiling pleasantly at the surprising honey flavor Harry tucked in and hoped for rare night without fear.
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