Title : Kachina (kah-chee-nah)

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.

Pairings: Harry/Severus

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Non-magic; a bit of abuse but nothing too serious; sexual scenes.

Summary: He came back to graduate, at least that is what he told himself. In the back of his mind he knew that the real reason lay in his heart…not his brain.

Author's Notes: Severus Snape and Harry Potter are the same age in this! Both 17 and graduating for a normal high school. No magic will be involved! Pay in mind that this is my first Harry/Severus fiction.

The teachers didn't introduce him this year, the kids didn't stare at him, and he didn't talk to them. He knew all their names and they knew his, but his abrupt appearance in the middle of the school year was normal. He went to a relatives' for the summer and new school year until he eventually got kicked out and sent back. So again, he smiled at the teachers who knew his criminal record, scowled at the kids that knew his foster parents, and acted like he didn't care when his ex passed by.

Correction, he acted only when a CERTAIN ex passed by. He had dated a lot in this school before the word got around about what he almost did, but the one he had dated after had stayed with him. Faces of the girls and guys blended, some of their laughs or the way their body's held him when he fucked them stayed; but bhis/b face stayed put.

The way his unruly black locks were gripped in his hand when he thought, the way his green eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way he would shift feet when he lied, the way his eyes darkened with lust, and most of all, the way he cried. Severus always went back to him after he was shipped off to yet another 'relative'. It was great at first, making love in the supply closet, kissing in the locker rooms, lying on Sev's bed after school simply touching, but eventually Sev lost his courage and backed out [though he never would put it that way].

So when Sev had gotten back from 'Aunt' Gertrude's the first thing he did was go over to his house.

*FLASHBACK*

The sound of knocking had interrupted the quiet night, but it was the only way Harry would get up. Harry lived in the rich part of town and had a doorbell [unlike Sev's home, which was a broken down warehouse] but Sev liked it when Harry opened the door.

The door cracked open to reveal a sleepy green eyed boy wearing old worn down fleece pants. Seeing Sev he opened the door wider and shook his head, trying to wake up.

"What are you doing here?" He croaked.

Sev hid his confusion, "I came to see you like always. Are you going to make me stand out here?"

Harry looked behind him and shut the door a bit, "You can't be here tonight."

Sev let his confusion show now, "What do you mean?"

"I mean-"

"Harry? Who is it? Come back to bed love."

Hurry's eyes widened with fear, knowing Sev's temper.

"Finally give up did you?" He kept his anger in control but let the venom come through.

"Don't, you were gone a long time this time."

"I was gone for 6 months! Only 3 months more than normal." He hissed.

"Exactly! I thought you had finally settled down there…" He whispered.

Sev tried to step forward and touch him but his body wouldn't obey.

"So you shacked up with some random guy? Nice to see you really love me."

Sev knew it was a weak shot but he was hurt. Harry had said that he loved him just before he left, making it the first and last time.

"Don't you dare pull that on me! You are the one that bangs a drunk every night you go out and you expected me to leave you alone! So, you should do the same."

Sev growled, knowing he was right.

"Whatever, less baggage now."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

Sev smirked, "You know what it means."

Harry had been abused as a kid by his father until his godfather, Sirus, saved him. Now he finds it hard to trust people and not flinch.

"Go away Snape."

Sev tried not to whimper at his last name and turned abruptly calling over his shoulder, "You'll be back when he gets sick of you."

He didn't hear Harry whisper. He didn't see the tears. He didn't turn around.

"He already is."