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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 6

Severus’s POV

Someone had said that eyes were the windows of your heart. Severus found that statement to be very true right now. Potter might not have realized it but when the young man was sending him away at the airport, those green eyes looked like there was some curtain over them. Severus found that those lifeless eyes were pretty disturbing. He had never seen Potter look like that before.

Severus sighed softly. It was inane to think that he had choice in this matter. Life as always was never fair to him. He had to take this choice or it would haunt him forever. And Merlin knew he didn’t need more regret.

“I claim your promise, come back to London with me, Potter,” said Severus firmly as he gripped Potter’s upper arm.

The magic was like electricity that ran from him to Potter and back to him again, sealing the promise. It was the promise that the young man had magically signed to a year ago. Potter’s face turned as white as a ghost. The young man lifted his panicked gaze to him then opened his mouth but no words came out. However, the shock didn’t last long because Potter began to struggle, trying to pull his arm from Severus’s grip.

“Potter, don’t be a fool! There’ll be nothing left if you keep running away!” Severus said sternly.

Potter looked at Severus with a pained expression, “There is nothing left even if I stay! Let me go!” He tried to yank his arm away.

Severus was about to say something to Potter when the young man stepped hard on his foot then wrenched his arm free from Severus’s grip, who was distracted by the pain.

Severus grimaced and quietly cursed, Bloody Potter!

Severus could see that Potter was running ahead of him and was about to take out his wand. The young man seemed desperate enough to disapparate straight away in the Airport even though there were many muggles in there.

Knowing he had no chance to catch up with Potter, Severus was forced to use a wandless spell . The Leg-Locker Curse effectively stopped the young man from apparating. Potter lost his balance and crashed to the floor with a loud bang.

Severus walked quickly to the young man and gripped his arm again. The young man struggled against his hold. Since Severus was touching his arm, the young man would be forced to take Severus with him if he apparated now.

“Stop it, Potter! It will hurt more if you try to resist!” hissed Severus.

The breach of a promise bound by magic had consequences; usually, you would be cursed by a milder version of Cruciatus Curse. The stronger the wizard meant more pain, since it was the magic inside the wizard that had been causing the discomfort. It wouldn’t stop hurting until the promise was reinstated.

Aware that a crowd had begun to watch them, Severus dragged the young man to a toilet cubicle because it was the nearest place where he could disapparate both of them safely to Potter’s apartment.

XxXxX

When they arrived in Potter’s apartment, the young man was inhaling short quick breaths. It was obvious that the magic had started hurting him. Severus lifted the spell but his hand still gripped the young man tightly.

“No, please. You don’t understand, I can’t go back,” said Potter slowly, clearly pushing himself to talk normally and refused to admit the pain.

Stupid, stubborn Gryffindor! Severus frowned at him.

Severus could see that Potter’s green eyes watered either from the pain the curse had caused or something else. He had no idea what would happen next but surely the choice he had to take was like a hot burning brick. It was hell on earth. He bloody hated to deal with emotional baggage. He had to force himself to say the words.

“I understand,” said Severus slowly.

Potter frowned, clearly mistaking it for the rumor that had circulated in London, “I’m not talking about Ginny.”

“I know, Potter,” said Severus quietly.

Severus could almost hear the gear in the young man’s brain starting to grind. He knew Potter had realized what he meant when those green eyes widened in horror.

“How?” asked Potter with a breathless voice.

Severus could sense distress rolling out from Potter. And there was also the undeniable concrete evidence that the young man was greatly agitated. The whole room was shaking like it was being swept by an earthquake. Glasses had rolled out from the table and crashed to the floor with a loud noise. Potter’s magic had flowed out of control.

“Potter,” said Severus cautiously.

The young man glared at him. Those green eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“You have no right to get into my head!” Potter shouted furiously, mistaking the reason behind it.

Severus noticed that one of the light bulbs in the room exploded as Potter shouted at him. He was very concerned about this. Potter’s magic had never been this wild before. Wizards usually stopped doing accidental magic once they grew up.

Severus frowned but said calmly, “I didn’t use Legilimency on you.”

“What?!” said Potter, in a strangled voice.

“You—You were dreaming last night,” said Severus very quietly.

Potter stared blankly at him, expression unreadable.

“Then I’m the one who did it,” said Potter in a hollow voice.

Potter closed his eyes but then his body shook. A bitter laugh escaped from the young man’s lips. That laugh left an unsettled feeling in the pit of Severus’s stomach. However, Severus became more alarmed when tears seeped out from Potter’s closed eyes.

Severus shook his shoulder. “Potter, look at me!”

Potter kept his eyes closed stubbornly.

“Look at me, you foolish boy!” cursed Severus.

Potter opened his eyes then glared at Severus. His eyes were full of tears and pain.

“I’m not my mother!” Potter roared at him, “I hate these eyes!”

The young man started clawing at his own eyes.

“Stop it, Potter! Stop, what the hell are you doing?!” shouted Severus as he clasped both of Potter’s hands tightly.

“Just leave me alone, you nasty man! You only want to have these eyes! Just take it! I don’t care!” screamed Potter.

He’s hysterical. Severus slapped his face hard. Potter looked at him shocked.

“That wasn’t what I mean when I asked you to look at me, you fool! You don’t have your mother’s eyes! You never did!” shouted Severus.

Potter looked at him with hurt expression. The young man had bitten at his own lip hard until it started bleeding.

Severus cursed himself for saying the wrong words. He was never a gentle person. His words had pushed Lily away from him and now it was going to drive the young man away too. He sighed. Somehow the young man had become an irreplaceable existence in his life more than Lily ever was.

I want to keep him where I can see him, he thought.

“I know you are horrified by your own feeling, Potter, but that isn’t a good reason to run away,” said Severus softly.

“Horrified? You don’t understand! That isn’t what I fucking feel! You ass!” Potter spat.

“You won’t talk to me like that again, boy!” Severus hissed at him.

“Yes, to you I’m just a boy! Lily’s boy! Why should it matter to you?!” Potter yelled.

Potter tried to yank his arms out of Severus’s grip.

“No, you won’t run again, Potter. I have had enough of it!” snapped Severus.

Potter whipped up his head. His green eyes flashed dangerously.

“WHAT CAN I DO EXCEPT TO RUN AWAY?! I’M BLOODY FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU!” He screamed at Severus.

Severus was surprised. Potter is in love with me?! He had predicted that Potter might have a crush on him. But love? He would never suspect that.

“It’ll pass. You’ll find someone else,” said Severus to him. “You are still young, Potter.”

Severus found himself slammed hard into the wall. Potter grabbed his head by hair then kissed him harshly. Startled by Potter’s action, Severus pushed him hard. He watched Potter stumble into the floor.

“This is why I have to run! I want you Severus—so damn much!” shouted Potter.

XxXxX

Harry’s POV

Fuck, I’ve done it! Oh, fuck! Harry cried inside, feeling angry at himself. He had done an irreversible thing now. To Severus. To himself. What I always wish is to treasure him, never this, he thought. I’m so stupid! Harry buried his face in his knees.

“Please, just leave!” he mumbled.

He felt pain both from inside his heart and the curse. Strong arms hauled him up from the floor. Harry looked at Severus through his eyes, blurred by tears. He was confused. He had thought that Severus would leave immediately after he did that.

“You said I don’t understand. Tell me what I don’t understand,” asked Severus.

Nothing to lose now, Harry thought sadly. Ah, no, you can’t lose what you never have.

“This isn’t something that will pass away,” he whispered slowly. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Harry had told himself that he was the biggest fool if he kept on loving someone that would never return his feeling but that didn’t work out. Even after he left Britain, it still didn’t work out. But at least, if he wasn’t near Severus, he wouldn’t able to do any damage to the man.

Severus grabbed his head, forcing him to look at the man.

“What do you want? Tell me the truth,” asked Severus at him.

Harry looked into Severus’s deep obsidian eyes. You. It’s always you.

“I want to be able to stay beside you,” Harry said truthfully. To see you, to touch you, to love you.

“You can, just come back with me, Potter,” said Severus quietly.

“I can’t. I already showed you. I can’t control myself. I might hurt you,” said Harry, frustrated.

His love for Severus was bordering on obsession. One day his sanity might snap and he bloody didn’t want Severus to be anywhere near him when that day came. Hell, he didn’t want to be there when he snapped, sort of wishing that he would lose his consciousness when that happened.

“Potter, do you really think I’m going to let you hurt me?” said Severus firmly.

“I’m mad about you!” admitted Harry. “You don’t know what I can do!!”

“Please, just leave,” Harry pushed Severus away. Don’t be kind, you’ll only hurt me more.

But Severus didn’t let him go; it seemed the grip even got tighter. It didn’t help that Harry was so close to breaking down.

“Which part of my words that didn’t you understand?” His voice cracked.

Harry felt very tired. Everything had suddenly spiraled down so fast in one day. He never expected to pass through this with his pride intact but he was hurting so much that he didn’t care about the last shard of pride anymore. He just wanted this to be over or he might do even crazier thing like beg Severus not to leave him. And if the man refused, which was the biggest probability, his heart would be reduced to ashes and no one could ever fixed it.

End of Chapter 6

A million thanks to My Beta, Mirai Kurosaki! And to all readers, thank you for still reading this fic.. ^_^ And, it’s still full of angst too. I’m sorry if it’s not to your liking *bows* As usual any review will be welcomed (very) warmly XDDD
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