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The Truth isn't What You Think	By : ChaoticNightofFlames Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25859 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings and Warner Brothers and I do not make any money off of this.

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Author dancing around tears streaming down her face. Hands thrown in the air, twirling around

Harry - Um what's wrong with her.

Severus - She's overjoyed. Apparently she now has more than 100 reviews.

Harry - That's kind of impressive.

Severus - Can't imagine why. She hasn't let me ravish my Harry yet.

Harry - Is sex all you can think about. I'm suppose to be the horny teenager not you.

Severus - ...(grabs Harry and pulls him towards the bedroom)

Author - (stops dancing) HEY, where did everyone go? (shrugs and returns to dancing manically.)

Yes I know I have issues. Its not like I'm forcing you to read this stuff.

Disclaimer: Why is this necessary? Sighs I don't Harry Potter that's J. K. Rowling's job. Which is the reason fanfictions like this exist. We got to get our Snarry some where. There is rape, yaoi, cursing, adult scenes, violence and what ever else I think up.

Oh yeah, I haven't heard from my beta since she sent me the 7 chpt so I am forced to inflict my bad grammar on you once again. Since only one chapter was actually reviewed I guess you'll get over it. Feel free to point out any mistakes though.

Harry poured over several text books. He was almost done with his homework and for once it wasn't the normal pathetic excuse he turned in. It was strangely relieving to be able do his homework without checking over his shoulders every few seconds in fear of his relatives, finding out.

His mind slipped back to Dumbledore's appearance and the conversation after. The amount of trust he had shown Professor Snape surprised him. Over the last couple of days he had seen apart of the Professor he had never seen before. He had gently treated Harry's wounds, offering comfort and a shoulder to cry on. The man was still a snarky git however Harry was starting to find his sarcastic comments amusing and there was no longer any real bite behind them.

Still after everything he had done, Harry couldn't bring himself to lied to the man. He deserved better. It had been rather amusing to see the look of shock on Snape's face when he had admitted that he didn't trust Dumbledore though. He had been relieved when Snape had admitted that he didn't trust the old coot either. After all the man did work for Dumbledore, there was always a chance he would tell the headmaster, a thought he didn't really want to dwell on.

He trusted Snape to keep his word however. The man was the only one who hadn't lied to him. If anything the man was too blunt. If he said he wouldn't tell Dumbledore then he wouldn't. Strange how quickly he had come to trust the man he had up until recently loathed. Especially considering Harry wasn't exactly very trusting at this point.

A thought stuck Harry. He frowned. If Snape didn't trust Dumbledore then it was possible that his loyalty didn't lie with him either. He knew that Snape had been a death eater. It was a distinct possibility that the man's loyalty still lied with the dark lord. A part of him was horrified by the idea, however his more cynical, Slyterin side quickly pointed out that the so called light was corrupt so it was entirely possible that the Dark wasn't what he believed it to be. Now that was an interesting if slightly disturbing notion.

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Severus was pacing in front of the fire turning over Harry's confession in his mind when the flames turned silver and Poppy appeared in his fire place.

As he turned to look at her, a single eyebrow rose questioning as she stepped into the room.

"I'm here to see how Harry is doing." Poppy replied, answering the unspoken question. Severus nodded curtly and gestured for her to follow him. Reaching Harry's room he rapped on the door. It was swung open revealing Harry standing in the door way.

"Madam Pomfrey is here to check up on you, no doubt to make sure I haven't strangled you or turned you into potion ingredients." Snape sneered. Harry had to suppress a chuckle.

"I'm just here to make sure everything is healing right." Madam Pomfrey stated shooting Severus an irritated glare. Harry nodded.

"Well sit down." she prompted gesturing at the bed. Harry complied noting with surprise hadn't left and had instead taken up residence in the corner.

"Take your shirt off and lie on your belly." she commanded. Harry pulled the overly large shirt off and laid down. He felt extremely uncomfortable and exposed. He could feel Madam Pomfrey press down gently testing for soreness. Slowly the hands moved down until the reached the line of his pants and slid beneath them.

Harry yanked back gasping as a vision of his Uncle roughly yanking down his pants flashed though his mind. Curling up into a ball he started to tremble in fear, ensnared in his own memories.

Severus watched as Poppy tested for tender spots. Much to his shock and horror the normal examination was interrupted when Harry suddenly twisted away from Poppy's touch. For a second he could see wild green eyes filled with fear and panic then Harry curled up trembling.

He stalked over to the bed as Poppy tried to touch Harry again in an attempt to calm him down. Harry jerked back like he had been burned and started to whimper softly.

"What's wrong?" Severus asked Poppy, his voiced edged with panic he couldn't quite hide. She shook her head a frown marring her face.

"I believe he's having a panic attack brought on by flashbacks," Poppy declared at last. Severus nodded. Slowly so not to startle Harry, Severus approached the bed. Sitting down he wrapped his arms around the other man. He felt him flinch and try to pull away, however he didn't release his grasp and instead started to whisper words of comfort in his ear.

Several long minutes later, Harry started to relax and lean into the protective warmth.

"Are you going to be okay?" Snape asked when he felt Harry finally stop trembling.

"Yes," Harry whispered. He pulled away feeling embarrassed and slightly ashamed by his outburst.

Seeing the red flush on Harry's face Snape reached up and forced Harry to look at him.

"Don't be ashamed by your reaction. The only ones who should be ashamed are your relatives." Snape commanded, his voice booking no argument. For a long time Harry just stared at him. Finally he nodded accepting the Professor words.

"Panic attacks are fairly common for somebody whose been raped." Madam Pomfrey said, starling the two men who had both completely forgotten about her. Snape pulled away and stepped back ignoring the look Poppy shot him Not that he could blame her. EH was well aware of how out of character he was acting. He just couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Is this the first time you've had one since you got here?" Poppy asked gently. Harry nodded shifting uncomfortably. He felt lost and vulnerable.

"Hmm, you seemed to react to being touched in more intimate places." Poppy muttered looking at Harry thoughtfully.

Severus frowned "He didn't react that way when I was treating him." he pointed out.

"Really," Poppy said in surprise, "That's strange. I would think that a male touching him would be more likely to cause a reaction considering that it was his uncle who raped him." she said looking at Snape.

"Um do you guys mind not taking about me like I'm not here?" Harry asked sarcastically, feeling a little annoyed, despite his still somewhat shaken state. Poppy turned to him in surprise as Severus suppressed a smirk. Perhaps Harry had been spending to much time with him, it seemed like he was starting to rub off on the Gryffindor. Poppy sighed slightly exasperated.

"Well, I'm not sure why it seems like you," She nodded to Severus, "can touch him, without causing a panic attack, however it looks like he is healing up nicely. Perhaps its simply because he trusts you." Poppy wondered, sounding rather uncertain. "You did rescue him." Severus started at her in disbelief. She shrugged.

"I'm going to leave now, If something starts to bother you, Harry have Professor Snape contact me." Poppy commanded. Harry nodded slightly amused.

Severus escorted Poppy out of his quarters while Harry got dressed, pulling back on the shirt, another one of Snape's transfigured robes. Green of Course.

He looked up hearing Snape's return. The man was leaning against the doorway wearing black pants and a dark green vest over a lighter green shirt. There was a slight frown on his face and Harry could see that he was mentally debating on something.

"Tomorrow is your birthday correct?" he asked at last. Harry nodded shocked. "I was thinking that we could go down to Diagon alley and pick up your school supplies and some clothes, I'd rather not have to transfigure any more of my robes." Snape's said smirking.

Harry just started at Snape's for a second, overwhelmed with happiness. Suddenly he jumped up and rushed to the door, flinging his arms around the taller man, causing him to stagger out into the hallway, he pulled him into a hug. Snape tensed for a second in surprise at his sudden armful of Harry.

"Thanks," Harry whispered his warm breath tickling Snape's ear. Snape's relaxed into Harry's armed enjoying the warmth, trying to ignore how good it felt to have the firm, toned body pressed against him. God he felt like a perverted old man. He was old enough to be the boy's father ,for crying out loud, not some horny teenager.

Harry pulled away looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just, I mean." he babbled cringing, like he was afraid Snape's would punished him. Feeling the need to reassure the younger man he hesitantly wrapped his arms around the slime waist and pulled Harry to his chest. Daringly he reached up and ran a hand through dark locks afraid that at any second Harry would pull away.. He wasn't sure that Harry would accept his comfort despite the last few days he wasn't quite sure where they stood much to his relief Harry just snuggled closer.

"You don't have to apologize for hugging me Potter." Snape's said at last.

"Harry," the young man stated calmly. Snape's raised an eyebrow.

"When you call me Potter, I feel like your thinking about my father. Beside you've been using my first name almost the whole time I've been here." Harry pointed out. Severus sighed rolling his eyes.

"Fine, you don't to apologize for hugging me Harry." He said emphasizing the younger man's name. Harry blushed slightly, but his eyes were shining with happiness. Seeing how this slight gesture had made Harry so thrilled Severus silently swore to make a real effort to not use Harry's last name. A thought struck him and he considered it for a second. It would after all only be fair after all not to mention it was rather annoying to be called Professor in his own quarters.

"Harry," he said softly to the young man still wrapped in his arms.

"Yes," was the slightly muffled replay.

"I would not be adverse to you calling me by my given name while we are in private. After all I am not at this time your Professor, seeing as it is currently summer." Severus admitted slowly.

Shocked Harry gaped at him, his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp. Severus smirked at him , suppressing a chuckle.

"Thank you, Severus," HARRY whispered, his voice breaking.

"Your welcome brat." Severus replied ruffling Harry's hair. Stepping back he release him.

"Now scram," he said lightly shoving the young man back towards his room. "I have things I need to take care of, if we are going to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." he murmured. Harry smiled and slipped into his room. Staring at the closed door for a second Severus felt a slight smile forming on his lips. He turned and headed back down to his lab.

(A little add on for my patient readers. Enjoy)

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Terrified screams drew Severus from his slumber. He quickly rose and made his way toward the sounds which were coming from Harry's room. Throwing the door open he saw Harry twisting to desperately around on the bed with tears running down his face, caught in a nightmare.

Fearing the younger man would hurt himself he pin him down. Gripping him tightly he held him close whispering words of comfort to younger man as he started to awaken.

At last Harry stopped shaking and his eyes opened. "Severus?" Harry asked confused, his voice still raw from screaming.

"You were having a nightmare," Severus answered softly rubbing Harry's back gently. Feeling Harry relax in his arms, Severus started to pull way. A hand reached up and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Questioning he looked at Harry.

"Will you stay until I fall asleep," Harry asked shyly, a faint rose coloring his cheeks.

"Of course," Severus answered, sitting back down on the bed. Harry smiled at his Professor and settled back down on the bed. His eyes closed and after a few minutes he had fallen into a deep peaceful sleep.

Slightly amused by the gently snores coming from the younger man , he brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across Harry's face. Turning he retreated to his own room his lips curved up in a smile. Some how Harry had managed to worm his way into his heart, despite his attempts to prevent it. And yet Severus couldn't bring himself to mind.

Thank you guys for all your support. I've been rather busy. Unfortunately my grandfather pasted away. I took some time off from school, right before exams and have been struggling to make up the missed work. Not to mention the memorial and all that. Your reviews have made me feel better.

This chapter didn't turn out how I had originally planned though I managed to keep it from becoming too angst. Not that I don't write it, this story will be full of all sorts off stuff like that. Just look at my first chapters. However this chapter was suppose to be a bonding chapter that lead to them going to Diagon Alley. More fluffy and humorous then it turned out. Oh well.
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