Fidelis

This is a 'bedtime story' for my best friend (whom I call Moonsie). It's whole purpose is to be fluffy and make you squeal.
It's a HP/SS romance story, but rated T for mpreg (A/N; this should be an official word!) later on.
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Save Me

Flashback

Severus looked around, the sky was grey and the earth was red. It really looked like the end of the world. The ground was littered with bodies whose empty eyes stared into nowhere. In the middle of the field there was a huge crater, a gaping black hole in the earth, which the death, no say explosion of the Dark Lord had caused.

The obsidian eyes of the last death eater observed how survivors helped others or mourned by the corpses of their loved ones. All of a sudden he saw an arm moving. He recognised the deep scar on the inside of the limp and ran to the other end of the crater. There, in a pool of his own blood, was not other than Harry Potter. His eyes were closed and his face was wrenched into a mask of pain. His eyes swollen from the tears that streamed over his face as he fought for every breath.

In a mere second,Severus had his wand pointed at Harry's chest, ready to do some serious healing, when he heard Harry whisper: "Don't, please don't."

"Harry, it's alright, I'm just going to heal you, -" Severus stopped in the middle of his sentence when he felt thick drops falling from the sky. He quickly took of his cloak and covered up the shivering Harry. He saw that Harry was about to pass out, so he whispered: "Shh… Harry, go to sleep, close you eyes. I'll protect you." And if Harry hadn't passed out, he would have heard the last words: "I always will, I swear."

And in all the chaos no one saw how Severus gently lifted Harry up and carried the wounded hero to the castle.

Harry slowly opened his eyes. "I'll protect you." Snape, Snape had saved him. He slowly sat up. He wasn't in pain anymore, only the mild discomfort of having several healing spells healing him and at the same time tapping his body's energy still ruled his body. With a mild shock he noticed that he wasn't clothes anymore, only his boxers had remained. Pulling up the silky green sheets to cover up his bear chest, he slowly looked around. The walls were done in beige, there was a big chestnut desk with above it… a huge silken carpet of the Slytherin logo. The dark green silver lined bed sheets and draping confirmed Harry's suspicions. He was in the personal bedroom of the one and only Severus Snape, who was, unknown to Harry, standing in the doorway, looking at Harry's shock with a blank face, but amusement in his eyes.

"Well, took you quite a while, Potter."

Severus looked even more amused at the amazingly fast turn combined with pulling up the sheets even further that Harry made.

"You… you saved me…"

"Yes, I did."

"Why… why did you save me?" Harry was surprised when Severus didn't answer, so he jumped to his next question. "Why did you undress me?" he asked with an angry voice that he hoped covered up his embarrassment.

"Well, because, my dear Potter," defence meganism one: sarcasm, "you had a wonderful one inch deep gash in your chest, I didn't carry you all the way here just to let you ruin my wonderful bed sheets with your blood."

Harry gasped, Snape had carried him… God, this was getting more embarrassing by the moment, so he asked the last question, just to get it over and done with: "Why did you call me Harry?"

Severus looked like Harry had slapped him in the face, but the quickly recovered and said in his best sarcastic voice, "Potter, I imagined you didn't want the last thing you heard to be called Potter."

Strange, Harry thought, why am I disappointed?

Harry hadn't even noticed he had fallen asleep when he woke again. And as if he knew he was awake, Severus walked into the room. "Harry, I've some really bad news… Your friends, Mr. Weasley and Ms.Granger… they didn't make it."

Severus' heart broke when he heard Harry whisper: "Why did you save me?"

"Why did you plead me not to?"

Harry looked up to Severus, his emerald eyes had no light in them and loneliness was the only thing to be seen.

"Cause I have nothing left," he said, his voice breaking in mid-sentence, and Severus spoke the following words from his heart: "You can always come to me."

End Flashback

This is how they became friends, with Harry often visiting Severus for afternoon tea and friendly talk. There were times when they'd talk about Harry's studies (he studied to be a healer), potions, the weather or simply sat together in the cosy living room, reading or playing chess, only moving to grab their cups of hot chocolate or to turn the page. There were meetings where not word was said, but that left them both feeling strangely comforted. On cold winter nights, Harry would sometimes fall asleep on Severus' couch, and Severus would cover him up with a warm blanket, knowing that Harry didn't sleep well in the loneliness of his own cold rooms. Severus would watch Harry sleep for hours, making Harry feel safe and keeping his promise to protect him always.

Severus thought about all these things as he stalked through the dungeons. He was worried; Harry hadn't come to see him for days, five days straight, to be precise. Normally he would visit him every second day, twice in weekends to enjoy a good wine on Saturday nights.

He suddenly stopped in front of his rooms, something wasn't right. He quickly got out his wand and slowly pushed the portrait open. He scanned the room, twice as alert as normally. Something just wasn't right, many years of spying had taught him to trust his guts, so he stood in the middle of the room, ready to defend himself or attack if necessary.

He whipped around , his movement caused by a sobbing sound from his bedroom. Still in attack position, he moved to the door. He kicked it open, and he was met with what he found the most heartbreaking view.

Harry was curled up on his bed, crying softly, his tenger body shaking with each sob. Severus dropped his wand and flew to the bed. He shook Harry softly.

"Harry, Harry, look at me…" Harry raised his head a bit, tears still leaking out of his eyes. "Harry, tell me what's wrong." Harry just stared at him and Severus began to panick, "Harry, tell me what's wrong, Harry, you're scaring me!"

Harry whispered something non-understandable. "Harry, you have to speak up a bit."

"…I'm gay…" he whispered and burst into tears again. Severus did what he thought was the right thing and took Harry in his arms. "Shhh… Harry, it's alright…" he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry looked at Severus, dumbfounded. "You don't hate me?"

"I could never hate you."

Harry looked at him like he didn't believe his words. "Then answer me one question: why did you save me?"

Severus didn't answer, instead he walked out of the room, but Harry, who had followed him, forced him to turn around with his voice.

"Why, Severus, why did you save me?"

"Because I love you," Severus said with a sigh, while closing his eyes.

"Why are you closing your eyes?"

"I'm waiting for the sound of you slamming the door shut behind you as you walk out of my life." (A/N; My heart breaks every time I read this…that's weird considering I came up with it myself. Although it was probably just to make my best friend squeal.)

When the sound didn't come, Severus opened his eyes and asked: "Why didn't you want me to save you?"

After a moment of silence Harry answered: "Cause I never though you could love me back."

All of a sudden, Severus' face turned into a stone mask and he spoke with so much venom and hurt in his voice that Harry couldn't imagine what pain he felt: "Stop messing with me, Potter."

"I'm not messing with you."

"Prove it."

It actually didn't surprise Harry very much that Severus needed more insurance than the words of a 17-year old.

"Accio secret shoebox."

When the box landed in his hands, he opened it and took out his most precious possession. He saw Severus raising his eyebrows, but took the picture out of his hands without a word. Severus gasped when he saw the picture. It was him, after one of the most painful Occlumency lessons. Harry had repelled him out of his mind with such force that he had crashed into the wall. On this picture he looked incredibly beaten and did not look scary at all. He looked from Harry to the picture, and back.

"You had this picture, but you never gave it to the Weasley twins, or published it?"

"No," Harry said quietly. "Isn't that prove enough?"

Severus' face softened and a small smile formed on his lips as he took Harry's head between his hands. "Just one more little thing, " he whispered as he slowly leaned into Harry. Gathering the younger man into his arms, he softly pressed his lips to Harry's. They both felt a tingling sensation and Harry put his arms around Severus' neck, while Severus deepened the kiss by opening his mouth a little bit. His tongue asked entrance by slowly licking Harry's lips. They both shivered the moment their tongues touched as they engaged in a slow sensual but passionate battle, only parting when their need for air became greater than the need for the touch of one other.

When they were once again out of breath, Harry asked: "Why did you think I was messing with you or leaving you?"

"Because I never met anyone who didn't," Severus said, taking Harry's hands in his and slowly walking to the couch. He sat down and Harry positioned his head in Severus' lap. They sat a while in a comfortable silence while Severus stroked Harry's hair. He was about to say something when he saw that Harry had fallen asleep. He gently lifted him up and carried him into the bedroom. He softly kissed him on his forehead. He was about to leave the room when he heard Harry's sleep voice "Please, stay."

"Of course, Harry," he said moving to sit in the comfortable chair he had installed there just a few weeks earlier.

"No," Harry said, and he patted on the space in the bed next to him, "please stay with me."

So Severus shrugged of his T-Shirt and pants and laid next to Harry. Harry turned around so that he was facing him. He curled in to the protecting arms that Severus offered and gently put his head on Severus' chest. On the rhythm of their steady heartbeats, they fell asleep, with a wonderful smile on their faces.

Okay, that was it, I'm gonna post the next chap in approximately 1-2 weeks.
Beware of some serious fluff in this whole story…actually that's the main purpose.