All The Things You Said Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Title: All The Things You Said

Author: Kloak Dark

Disclaimer: I don't own the song those lyrics are from, and I don't own any HP character, I just borrow them to play with.

Chapter 1 of: 3 or 4

Summary: I guess it's a bit OOC, but, Harry defeats Voldemort, he finds out why Snape did what he did, and now he feels bad about what he's called Snape and the fact that they're going to take him to Azkaban when the catch him.

A/N: The lyrics have been altered a little, since 'All the things she said' didn't quite fit it, it's been changed to 'all the things you said' since that's pretty much what is sounds like when I hear it xx

All the things you said

Running through my head

All the things you said

Running through my head

This is not enough.

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost

If I ask for help, it's only because

Being with you has opened my eyes

Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?

Had anyone ever known a night so dark?

This was the thought running through a mussy haired young man as he walked towards his apartment. He lived in central London, at least for the moment. Voldemort had only fell the week before and everyone was still shaken up about it. For once, he had a moment of peace, a time when everyone was too shocked to realize that, once again, he'd been the Golden Boy.

Reaching up, a hand swiped at a tear that had tried to escape down a slightly freckled cheek. The only person to call him the Golden Boy had been Snape, but it didn't seem to matter right now, all those things. He'd found out the truth behind everything, the reasons Severus had done what he had done, and, it was only sad because they'd cart him off to Azkaban. Not that they could hold him for terribly long, he was Severus Snape after all.

Stop thinking about him. It doesn't matter, they won't catch him anyways. You're doing it again... I can't help but be worried... If you're so worried then go find him! He hates me...I called him a coward, I was so wrong!

And so this internal battle continued in a similar way as the saviour of the world made his way through the dark night.

The small bump type noise came as his key slid in the lock, twisting it, and a click as he opened the door. Almost as soon as the second click sounded, door closing, he was pressed roughly up against it and a hand shoved over his mouth. He was about to protest, but the light clicked on, and, he realized exactly who was pressing him against his door.

The black eyes that were looking into his moved further away and the hand was removed from his lips, though he had to bite his tongue to keep from licking his now dry lips.

His former potions master had just shoved him against the door, and probably been ready to gag him. It didn't register to ask how the heck the man got in, just a bit of relief that he hadn't gotten caught already.

"What was that for?" he grumbled, running a thumb over his own lips.

"I wasn't sure it was you, could have been Weasley."

There was a hint of disdain in the man's voice, but Harry chose to ignore that, and the very obvious sneer. "You know you can't hide out here long." The emerald eyes were focused on a spot somewhere on the wall, not on the black eyes that were boring into him. It was true, really, they'd catch him if he stayed here.

"I know that."

And now the boy could detect something in the air, something left unsaid. But, what could it be?

For once, the silence seemed to get to Severus, maybe it was just because he was under the impression that half the time the boy had no clue when to shut up. Well, right now was a time to talk, when silence was painful.

"I wanted to see you."

I keep asking myself, wondering how

I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out

Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me

Nobody else so we can be free

Nobody else so we can be free.

It was only a second after the pale man let this slip quietly from his lips that the boy had his shaking arms wrapped around him and his bespectacled face buried in the crook of Snape's neck. He could feel strong arms around him and then the breath of a sigh stir his hair.

"I'm so glad you're not a traitor." A few tears leaked out to dampen the shoulder of the taller man's robes, but it was observed that it didn't look like he minded too terribly much. Severus was such an enigma, a violin playing, scary, spying, intimidating, acting, potion making, headmaster killing, enigma.

A hand slipped soothingly over his back, and the man was even making shushing noises to try and get him to stop crying. It was, odd, and yet, wonderful in the queerest of ways.

"I don't want you to leave, but-" Harry was cut off when warm lips covered his. Tears still rolled down his cheeks even as his arms slid around the older man's neck. He was going to melt soon, he'd never felt anything so intense.

For a second, he was reminded how Ginny smelled, how Ginny tasted, but it was no where near the same, the feeling was so far off it was hard to even remember it. The passion behind the kiss, it was something only someone who has waited a very long time can give to you.

When the warmth started moving away, the press of the lips lessened, ready to leave him wanting, Harry slid his hand into the black hair, not nearly as greasy as everyone thought, and held him there for what felt like an eternity.

The kiss only broke when they both needed air, though, the looks they were giving each other, somewhere between passion, lust, and murderous intent, stated they would gladly stay like that if that troublesome thing called breathing didn't get in the way.

"Harry-" It wasn't warm lips that stopped Snape, it was the pleading green eyes of the boy pressed against him, begging him not to let go, not to question anything, not to ruin this. Those eyes asked Severus to be with him, to be with him in the way Harry desperately needed him.

Another kiss and several minutes later, they had tripped onto the bed and were struggling with Severus' troublesome robes and Harry's bloody jeans.

Laboured breathing could be heard through the dark room, even as the chests of dark shapes moved up in down in an ever steadying rhythm. A head of shaggy hair raised and it's owner crawled up the body of the other, laying his head down on the broad chest.

"Severus, don't leave me." A warm hand slid up his side to rest gently on his back. This created such an odd calming affect, added with being weary from their exercise, that he almost dozed off before he got his answer.

"I won't Harry."

All the things you said
All the things you said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things you said
All the things you said
Running through my head
Running through my head