A/N: Hey, people! Don't know why I didn't write this in the first chapter, but hey, I'm writing it now! Anyway, I'm back with the sequel to Wanting You and I hope the ones who have read Wanting You won't be disappointed. The ones who are new to my fics: I hope you'll like it too, since it – as I said in the summary – can be read separately. But it wouldn't hurt to try reading the first one either, right? Well, anyway to all the new people: this fic takes place after the war and Harry is 19 or 20 (can't remember at the moment, so sorry). In Wanting You, Harry and the gang goes back to Hogwarts and re-do their seventh year and loads of exciting stuff happens as Harry tries to figure out how he actually feels about Snape. (They get together in the end, which you might have figured out by now.)
There will be a bit of fluffy angst in the end of this chapter and I hope you'll like it! And remember, I always enjoy reviews!
Chapter 2
"Harry? You up?" a blurred creature that looked like Ron said. Harry put his glasses on. Yep, Ron.
"Well, I am now", Harry mumbled sleepily. "What's the time?"
"Dunno. Around eight o'clock."
Harry groaned. Way too early to be up. "What do you want?"
"Ginny's married. And Hermione looked so pretty..."
"Yes, I know that Ginny's married."
Ron sat down on Harry's bunk bed. "I just... I can't believe my little sis is married."
"Yeah, it's pretty unbelievable." Harry tried to pull the covers over his head.
"And..." Ron said something slurred.
"How long were you out last night?" Harry rubbed his eyes. He had gotten back at about two o'clock, but Ron had just went there to change his clothes and then he had gone out with Dean, Seamus and the twins. Harry'd just felt exhausted.
"A while", Ron said and grinned. "We went to this really cool..." he swayed and almost fell off the bed.
"I'm sorry I missed it", Harry mumbled. "You seem pretty drunk, Ron. Don't you think you should go to bed?" And leave your poor best friend to sleep?
"Hm... Yeah."
He stumbled off to his bed and fell on it, snoring even before he hit the bed.
Harry groaned again. His head felt like it was going to explode and he had a foul taste in his mouth. He really shouldn't have drunk all that firewhiskey. He wondered if Snape felt the same. But he hadn't drunk as much as Harry. He smiled. Snape. Now he couldn't fall asleep again so he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled downstairs to look for a hangover potion.
"Hey."
Mr Weasley was up and so was Hermione.
"You couldn't sleep either?"
Harry nodded and thought about saying something about Ron, but then he thought that Mr Weasley might not want to hear about his drunk son.
"You haven't got a hangover potion by any chance?"
Mr Weasley smiled knowingly. "Sure." He pointed to a few bottles of potion standing on the counter. Harry gulped one down and his head stopped pounding as much.
"Thanks. I needed it."
"You do look a bit... dishevelled", Hermione said and took a sip of her tea.
Harry laughed. "I bet you didn't look too good yourself this morning. How long have you two been up?"
"I woke up at six. Have to get up for work, you know. We've been terribly busy with..." he glanced down at his watch. "Oh, I have to get a move on. Don't want to be late!"
He left to apparate outside, Harry guessed.
"He has to work now?" Harry said and poured himself some tea.
"Yeah. The ministry's very short of people right now. Huge parts of the ministry is now devoted to find the deatheaters on the run, I've heard. Trying to make up for their actions during the war I guess", Hermione then looked up from her paper. "Hey, look at this."
She showed him an article on the third page that read something like,'Their love – real?'. There was a huge photo of Snape looking his normal skulking self and Harry holding his hand. "When did they take this?" Harry growled.
Hermione shrugged and then looked at him bleakly. "It's really awful, Harry. I don't think there's anything we can do."
"What? Can't we sue..." Harry looked at the name of the author of the article," Reena Fawklies? What kind of a shitty name is that anyway?"
She smiled. "Don't think so. And atleast they're not following you around. I heard about this famous guy, a muggle, the press threw in glass on his front yard so that his kids or someone would get hurt and they would get good pictures. I mean, can you believe that? It's horrible."
Harry sulked. That was a bit more horrible than what was happening to him. But the articles in the press weren't the worst thing. He had gotten several letters, most of them not so pleasant. Actually quite a few howlers too. He felt a bit sorry for the Weasleys, having to keep up with getting all that hatemail delivered to their house. And Snape had gotten even nastier ones, with vicious hexes on them. Fortunately he always checked his mail for spells before he opened them, so he hadn't gotten hurt or anything. But what if he forgot to do it one day?
…
Harry walked next to Snape in the dirty path up to Snape's house.
"I can't believe I've never seen your house", Harry mumbled. The hangover made him a little groggy and the hangover potion had only helped against the headache.
"It's not really my house. My parents bought it, and when they died I just..."
"You got stuck with it", Harry said and Snape nodded.
The house did look like something you just got stuck with. It was pretty small and looked abandoned. The paint was starting to come off and the windows really needed some cleaning. There wasn't really a yard, but trees and overgrown bushes in a crowded little patch of grass and weed.
Snape took out his wand and tapped the door. It swung open with ease.
There was a tiny, messy hall that was extremely dark in contrast to the sun outside. Harry stumbled in and managed to knock down a coathanger.
"Shit! Sorry!"
"It's fine", Snape said and disappeared down the hall through a door.
Harry tried to get the coathanger the way it was before, but gave up and stumbled after Snape. "Severus? Where did you go?"
"Sorry", Snape said from behind Harry and made him jump. "I was just putting some stuff away."
"Okay. This place is... A bit gloomy", Harry said and looked up at Snape to see if he'd taken offense. He didn't smile, but he didn't look angry either.
"Yes", he said. "It always has been."
The livingroom they'd walked into had books everywhere. Everywhere. The walls were lined with bookshelves and everywhere else, the coffetables, the sofa, the floor, had piles of books stacked on them. It seemed more like a storage place than a home.
"Do you bring Morgana here or do you keep her at Hogwarts all the time?" Harry asked and picked up a book with a flower on the front.
Morgana was Snape's snake, Harry had met her a few times when he'd kept her at his quarters at Hogwarts.
Snape touched Harry's back. "She... She died."
Harry turned around and looked up at Snape. "What?"
"She was old", Snape said quietly.
"Why... Why haven't you told me?"
Snape took the book with the flower from Harry and put it down on the table again. "There was alot going on. The wedding and..."
"Ginny and Malfoy's wedding, yeah. It's not like I had that much to do with it."
Harry realised how angry he sounded and tried to stop himself. It wasn't like it was Snape's fault the snake was dead, and the death was probably the main reason why he was angry.
"Harry", Snape said and he sounded annoyed.
"I'm sorry."
"Sure. Can we leave now?" he said and stroked Harry's cheek.
"No, I haven't seen your room yet, have I?" Harry said with a smirk.
…. …
Harry lay staring up at the grey ceiling of Snape's room with Snape's warm form lying next to him. Snape's arm was casually draped over Harry's chest and he was breathing softly.
"Severus? You awake?"
"No. And neither should you be. It's", Snape turned to the clock next to his bed, "Three in the morning."
Harry smiled and rubbed his eyes. They'd ended up spending the night at Snape's house. Snape sighed. "What did you want?"
"Have you always lived here?" Harry asked and turned to Snape.
"Yes", he said and stroked Harry's cheek.
"Did... When did your parents die?"
Snape's hand disappeared from Harry's cheek and Harry missed the warmth. Why did he always have to be so curious? It always ended badly.
"My mum died when I was 22, but the last time I talked to her was when I was 18", Snape said. Harry was surprised. That was probably the longest sentence Snape had ever uttered about either of his parents.
"Why?" Harry asked and Snape closed his eyes before answering.
"She didn't exactly like me being a deatheater, so I... Ran away, you could say. To join him."
"And your dad?"
Snape smiled a bit. "He died when I was... 31, I think."
"Did he hit your mother too?" Harry asked and ran his fingers down the long scar on Snapes stomach.
"Yes. And she wouldn't... She was weak. So was I", Snape said harshly.
Harry breathed out quietly before he asked. "When you ran away, was that when he... gave you this?" Harry put his palm down on the scar. He could feel Snape's chest rising and falling as he breathed.
"Yes. I came back to get my things before leaving and they were there. He was drunk, as usual. They were fighting, I don't even remember why. He hit her and I... I got so angry. I never, never, said anything to him about hitting her. It was..."
"You were scared. You didn't want him to hit you", Harry said and Snape nodded.
"Yes. But this time I hit him. Hard", Snape smiled at the memory. "He got so furious. He pushed me into the kitchen counter... I don't even think he meant to hurt me. Not that time."
Harry moved closer to Snape and turned his back to him. He snuggled closer against his chest. "Okay."
Snape's grip tightened around Harry and he buried his nose in the crook of Harry's neck.
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A/N: Okay, then! So review, sweeties!
