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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 5

Harry’s POV

When night came, Harry bundled himself from neck to toe, like a caterpillar, in case he did things unconsciously. He was seriously considering asking Snape to put Full Body Bind Curse on him but that would make Snape suspicious of him. Merlin, give me strength, he thought resignedly. Then he forced himself to relax and allowed sleep to claim him.

XxXxX

Severus’s POV

Severus Snape was never a heavy sleeper, even the slightest sound could wake him up. He was awakened in the middle of the night by someone’s crying voice. It was almost pitch black in the room. Severus grabbed his wand from under his pillow and whispered Lumos. A small beam of light shined from the end of his wand.

The crying sound came from the other side of the room and it was getting louder now. Severus got up from his bed and went to where the sound was coming from. Under the glow of light under his wand, he could see Potter lying on the bed, eyes shut, body tense. The young man’s face was pinched with grief. Severus recognized it as the sign of a nightmare.

At first he wanted to wake him up roughly, but then Potter suddenly let out a heart-rending cry. Severus was stunned as to just how much agony the sound carried. The young man’s eyes were moving rapidly beneath his closed eyelids.

Potter started muttering in a strained voice.

“No...”

Harry shook his head.

“Don’t…”

The young man’s hands were twitching.

“Please…Don’t hate…”

Severus was perplexed about what to do for the young man. He wasn’t a man who knew how to offer solace to others and no one ever expected him to do that. Potter began to toss and turn in the bed, his arms flailing upwards.

Severus unintentionally caught one of Potter’s wandering hands but his action made Potter stiffen as if bracing for a hit. Potter’s bottom lip quivered, tears began to seep out through the young man’s closed eyes.

Potter whispered in a broken voice.

“Don’t hate me...”

It might have been a rare moment of compassion that made Severus put his wand on the bed. Then, he raised his other hand to stroke Potter’s head awkwardly as the young man sobbed.

In this kind of situation, Albus would know what to do better than me. Severus sighed when he remembered about the late headmaster.

After some time, Potter’s cry slowly died down. Severus was almost convinced that Potter had gone back to sleep when a small trembling voice called to him.

“Sev...?”

Severus tensed, quite disconcerted to be caught in this situation. Is Potter awake?

But Potter still kept his eyes closed though the tension in his face had dispersed. A contented smile graced Potter’s lips. However, his name was called again in almost a soft sigh.

“Severus...”

Severus felt his heart sink when he heard that. He quickly pulled his hand from Potter’s head. Clouds of suspicion hovered over his head. It wasn’t strange for his colleagues at Hogwarts to call him by his given name, since most of the Professors had been his teachers in the past, but it wasn’t the same case with Potter.

The memories of the last conversation that he had with Potter at his office stormed into to his mind like a dozen of angry Hippogriffs.

“If you really hate me, Potter, why do you even bother to pick me as your advisor?!”

“If only that was the problem, it would make my day easier.”

Then their earlier conversation today.

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

“You just can’t!”

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

Potter had acted strange then too. He began to remember how the young man blushed and flinched every time he got too near.

Then I’m the reason that he has been running away from England? NO! The idea is ridiculous! I’m a man that is as old as his father! And he hates me!

Evil voices whispered to him, Ah, did you forget that he had said that he didn’t hate you before? And why would he call your first name if he hated you?

Severus shook his head, refusing to believe it. No! Potter wouldn’t- That’s absurd!

Severus really doubted it as Potter never showed any preferences toward the same sex. It was more logical to accept that Potter left Britain because of Ginny Weasley.

Yes, Potter definitely likes female! It’s just a fragment of my imagination, he thought firmly, Forget it, Severus! You’re getting senile in your old age!

He had sworn that he wouldn’t turn out to be another old bumbling fool, like Albus Dumbledore even though he respected the man.

XxXxX

Harry’s POV

The sun was already shining when Harry woke up. His first thought was: Merlin, I hope he’s OK!

As for himself, Harry felt like he had been trampled by a horde of Giants. It was surprising that he could get any sleep. Harry sat on his bed, pondering whether he should search for Snape or not, when the man came out from the bathroom, wearing a gray turtleneck and brown pants.

“Finally. You are such a lazy pig, Potter,” said Snape.

Harry looked at him closely from top to bottom. He looks fine. Harry let out a relieved sigh inwardly after observing Snape.

“When does your plane take off, Professor?” asked Harry, ignoring the insult.

Snape waved his wand. A shining clock appeared in the air.

“In five hours,” he answered in clipped tone.

“I don’t know wizards could do that,” said Harry, astonished.

Apparently, despite of the years he had spent in Hogwarts as a student, there were so many spells that he still didn’t know.

“Some people spend their time reading useful books instead of magazines,” replied Snape.

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to hold his temper in check. He decided he didn’t want to spend time fighting with Snape. After all, who knew when he would be able to meet the man again. If I can help it, I hope never. Although, as usual, his heart wasn’t in line with his thoughts. The prickling pain in his chest which wouldn’t leave was enough proof.

“Do you want to eat breakfast before you leave, Professor? There is a café nearby that has good coffee,” said Harry.

It was hard not to notice Snape’s fondness toward that black, hot drink. The amount of coffee that the man drank every time when they had to work overtime in the Ministry was amazing. Probably enough to fill a small pond, he thought amusedly.

“Fine,” replied Snape curtly.

He wasn’t surprised that the pain lessened at hearing Snape’s approval. The silly thing was that if he couldn’t have Snape, at least he would have memories of him.

“Just give me a minute to change my clothes,” said Harry.

XxXxX

Severus’s POV

The café was just two blocks away from Potter’s apartment. It was a small but clean and dominated with sickeningly yellow and white color. The shop was too tawdry for Severus’s taste though. He wouldn’t had entered this kind of shop had it not been because of Potter’s recommendation.

They chose to sit near the window with Potter seated in front of him. A young maid took their order, a pot of black coffee for Severus, and meat ball spaghetti and orange juice for Potter. Before long, Severus was already sipping on his coffee, which turned out to be pretty good, while Potter pounced on the food hungrily.

Severus scrutinized the young man. He already noted yesterday that Potter was no longer need glasses. Not that it was a bad thing. Glasses were too unpractical, could be damaged or missing. And more importantly, Potter was as blind as a bat without it.

However, the lack of glasses brought Severus’s attention to the young man’s unusually bright eyes. Before, he always thought that Potter had his mother’s eyes but that was wrong. As he lay dying on the floor of shrieking shack, he had asked Potter to look at him, wanting to at least see Lily’s eyes before he left the world. If the muggle concept of hell and heaven was true, he knew he wouldn’t ever get to see Lily again. When he looked into Potter’s eyes though, he realized that it wasn’t Lily’s eyes.

Lily’s were a darker green, like a forest that gave sense of warmth, but Potter’s eyes were brighter, a clear emerald. Eyes of someone with virtue, which held compassion-- even for a man that Potter had always hated. A true Gryffindor to the bone, he thought. For the first time in many years, he saw the true individual called Harry Potter and not the shadows of his parents.

Potter never looked at him with a disgusted expression for loving his mother, nor did the young man pity his childhood past. Even after Severus had bared all of his being to him, he accepted Severus for who he was. There were only two people that had ever done that, Lily and Dumbledore. It reflected in Potter’s pure green eyes. Gullible, Severus had mocked so many times, as if the wars didn’t taint his innocence at all.

But Severus knew better than to believe that. He knew that Potter had seen more death and violence than most people in society because of that special link that he shared with Voldemort. Yet, Harry Potter never changed. The young man stood true to himself, never losing his way, something that Severus had admired and envied all this time.

Even when nightmares plagued his dream, Potter still wouldn’t bend his head. Last time the young man had fainted, he had taken him to Madam Pomfrey. When she diagnosed the Potter suffered because of lack of sleep, Severus had moved the young man into his room, hoping that the boy would shift some of his burden to him.

He had wanted to be the young man’s anchor just like Dumbledore was to him. It was only fair since the former Headmaster had done it for him too. But he wasn’t Dumbledore, he failed greatly to make the young man open his heart to him. Potter never came back to his quarters and he somehow stubbornly survived with his own way. It was unbelievable that he would run away because of heartbreak.

XxXxX

Awakened from his reverie, Severus looked at the young man, only to find that somehow Potter’s face was covered in spaghetti’s sauce.

Severus frowned at him, “Potter, you eat like a child! Look at your face!”

“Huh? Do I have something on my face? Where?” asked Potter dumbly.

Severus threw him a disgusted look then pointed to spots under his chin and his left cheek. Potter tried to wipe it but still left a mess unattended.

“No, you missed that,” Severus narrowed his eyes and pointed to the left side above his chin

Potter wiped a little far to the left and missed the spot.

“Did I get all of it?” asked Potter.

Severus got impatient and unfolded his own napkin.

“Stay still, Potter,” Severus said.

Severus’s left hand was holding Potter’s right cheek while his right hand wiped efficiently any mess that had been left. Then, he noticed Potter was looking at him intently, the young man’s face blushing red, contrasting with his brilliant green eyes. Suddenly, Potter licked Severus’s middle finger from the hand having been holding his chin.

“You got some sauce on your finger,” the young man mumbled while blushing hotly.

Warning bells went off in Severus’s head. Now he couldn’t deny that Potter did have some feeling for him.

“You are such a glutton, Potter!” Severus reprimanded him more harshly than he had intended to do.

Potter’s green eyes flashed with hurt before he could mask the feeling. Then the young man quickly looked down at his plate. Potter gave a low laugh, dismissing the whole act as a joke.

“I guess, yes, must be something I’ve caught from Ron,” Potter kept his voice light.

He was looking at everything except Severus.

“I, er, I need to go to the bathroom.” Potter stood up suddenly.

When Potter came back, Severus noticed that corner of his eyes was a bit red. He felt a twinge of conscience toward the young man. Even though there was no clear evidence, Severus strongly suspected that the young man had been crying and most likely it was his fault.

After they paid the bill, Potter took him to a small shop. He said about getting presents for Moody; he didn’t want the poor old man being forgotten. His green eyes had cleared up once again like he had never felt hurt. Then, they went from one store to another, seeking more gifts for Potter’s best friends.

Severus didn’t mind at all because he needed more time to digest this preposterous reality. There were so many questions that Severus wanted to ask Potter but he was unsure on how to start. The whole situation probably would go downhill if he asked the young man about it.

End of Chapter 5

Special Thanks to my lovely Beta, Mirai Kurosaki. Thank you so much for reading this chapter. This is the first chapter that included Snape’s POV. I hope it’s not very OOC. ^_^; If it is, please forgive me, and any review as usual will be welcomed (very) warmly XD
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