Title: Without You
Rated: R for situations/language
Summary: Harry and Snape are a thing. But, how long with they stay together? Will their relationship last or will they be torn apart by wickedness?
Pairing: SS/HP
Disclaimer: Don't kill me!Nothing is mine. Nothing character related except this plot. Thank Rowling for the characters.
A/N: I like alliteration, you will see it for a couple of chapters. Hehe. Oh and italics without any form of quotation are thoughts, lol, it gets a little confusing, sorry.

Chapter 2: Dumbledore's Decree

Snape sat in his office, patiently waiting. He had a worried expression about his face, due to the thoughts entertaining his mind in a most unpleasant manner.

What happened? He was supposed to be here by now. Snape thought. What if something's happened? I'll never forgive myself if I've gotten him hurt.

Severus Snape, having finally found someone he loved and cared for, someone who he held positive emotions for other than rich people's kids, he wasn't ready to lose this. It was the best feeling he had ever felt, having been a child neglected of many priveledges thanks to his brutal parents.

When Snape was young, he grew up with both his parents, only his dad wasn't the nicest person. His father was constantly beating his mother for not disciplining Snape correctly, or for giving him too much liberty. Snape himself was constantly beat, magical beatings, he could never forget thanks to the scars lining his body now.

His father had killed his mother when he was nine years old and he kept replaying that memory in his head. His father made him take the Dark Mark, until finally, Severus stood up for himself and killed his father off. Of course, you can't resign from being a Death Eater, so Severus played the Dark Lord's game.

Severus' own attitude was derived from the negativity he experienced as a child. His constant brutality in class was to see children as miserable as he was as a kid. Now with the Dark Lord vanquished though, he didn't know why he kept it up. He wanted to stop, but he also had a reputation to maintain, he was torn. Eventually he might give in, if he was around long enough.

He couldn't sit still anymore. His desire to find his lover was so strong he thought he might blow his door off and go searching. Unwise to draw the attention to himself at such an hour of the night, he refrained, but still couldn't sit around any longer. Sitting wouldn't help him find his lover, he'd just get more and more worried.

He needed to do something productive, to try and get his mind off him. Though very foolish of Severus to do so with current volatile emotion states and current thoughts, he walked himself to the store room. If there's nothing I can do that's useful to help him, I might as well start tomorrow's work since I'm up.

He removed the required ingredients and set to work. His efforts to block his lover from his mind were proving totally futile, as futile as the Hufflepuff's yearly attempts at winning the House Cup, or the Quidditch Cup, or hell, the Hufflepuff's winning anything.

Why did I convince him to come, I knew it was dangerous and could cause him a lot of trouble. So then why did I let him!

Snape didn't realize he was overpouring the dragon blood and his potion started to fizz. The rising potion snapped Snape from his trance. A hissing noice was now being emitted from inside the cauldron, which caused Snape to really understand the situation.

Reacting as fast as his body allowed him, he recoiled his hand and dropped the vial of dragon blood. The vial shattered upon contact with the stone floor, splashing green splots all over and broken glass shards everywhere. The cauldron was now beginning to rock, it looked like it would blow at any given moment.

"Evanesco" muttered Snape. The cauldron immediately emptied itself, but began giving off the foulest of odors. The odor, which smelled like hippogriff dung, quickly overtook the whole of the room.

Snape cursed loudly. Not only did he have to clean up the shattered glass and dragon blood from dropping the vial, but he also had to deodorize his classroom, and quickly, he didnt want it to be this vile ever, nor could he remember it ever have, even with Longbottom in the classroom it had never been this bad.

Forgetting entirely why this happened, Snape picked up his wand and went to point it at some glass shards. A sharp knock came from the entrance to the dungeon room. Shocked by the noice, Snape blasted a spell at his floor, missing the glass and causing dragon blood to splatter onto his face.

Arrgh! Lovely! Who the hell is bothering me now, it's late! thought Snape, having entirely forgotten about the meeting he had planned with his lover by now. And this is no time to be bothered, I have much work to attend to now.

"What! Who is it?" blasted Snape, who was now cleaning off his face and sucking up the remains of the spill on the floor. He couldn't care who was at the door right now, whether it be his favorite student, or fellow faculty member, not that he knew why any would be awake at this hour other than Filch.

"Pardon me Professor," said an old, wise voice now clearly in the room, obviously having invite himself inside, "but I need a word with you."

Now used to these unwelcome interruptions, and not really wanting to hear it again, Snape spat out without turning around,

"Hello Albus, how unexpected. I am very busy at the moment if you haven't noticed, not mentioning the hour, do what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting, and why now?

"Because I knew you were awake Severus. As for being busy," He took his wand out and flicked it "Ahh, Lemon Tarts, what a delightful smell. I believe you are no longer busy now."

Cursing under his breath and snarling, Snape turned around and glared at Dumbledore. He was in no mood to talk to him, and he already knew what this would be about. This made him even angrier, although he made sure not to show it and did his best to Occlude his mind from the other man.

A strange noise was heard as if coming from upstairs, it was very faint but it still took Snape's attention. Dumbledore noticed his change in emotion and attention, trying to draw his attention back, he spoke,

"I think you know why I'm here Severus" as if reading the younger man's mind. His eyes performed their twinkle as they always did when Dumbledore was acting this way.

This drew Snape's attention back to reality, the reality of the situation he was currently in. He spoke again in a very loud voice, obviously not concealing the anger he was hoping to hide.

"I do know, and again I don't feel a need to discuss this. You very well know my views on this matter by now, I do not feel the urge to express my opinion to you again for obviously you seem not to take them seriously."

"Severus, if you do not act and something does not happen soon than I will have no choice but to evict you from this institution."

Both men knew what that meant, and Dumbledore seemed awfully proud about the fact he could flaunt it in Severus' face. His job at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore's protection, were the only things keeping Snape from a cozy cell in Azkaban with a few new dementor pals.

"Sir, honestly, your reasons for wanting to throw me out, they're absolutely absurd and injust, I mean really, just because of -"

Snape was cut off by a loud knock on the door to the dungeon. Not answering immediately, Snape looked back at Dumbledore, who chose now to speak again.

"I think we are done here Severus, I shall escort myself out." Dumbledore walked to the door and opened it.

Snape's view was obstructed by Dumbledore's large, towering form. He could swear he heard Filch's voice, but what would he want withhimselfat this hour?

Dumbledore exited the room shortly after, and standing before Snape's grey eyes was in fact the caretaker, Argus Filch. The more shocking part was he was escorting a Mr. Harry Potter.

"Professor, I found this one out of bed just now. His Head of House isn't inso I thought you might like the pleasure of punishing him."

"Very well Argus, I'll handle him from here, thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'm sure Minerva is much to easy on him, rest assured, Potter will recieve proper punishment for his misdeeds.

Filch left the dungeon classroom and closed the door behind him, none the wiser to the fact the two people he had just left were not at all angry. The door closed behind him, and the two looked at each other before Snape spoke.

"Ok lover, now, how shall I punish you?"