Painful Pleasure

"IT'S ONLY BEEN ONE NIGHT AND YOU ARE ALREADY SNOGGING ON THE SOFA!"

Harry cringed when he heard Draco screech from the top of his lungs. He paced the length of the room only to stop to stare at the door as the argument escalated.

"HE IS NOT TO STAY ANOTHER NIGHT HERE."

Harry heard a muffled sound that sounded like laughter and wondered briefly if it was Severus.

"YOUR GUEST! YOUR GUEST! I'LL GIVE YOU A GUEST!"

Harry heard the sound of footsteps pounding toward him before his door was blown off of its hinges and a wand was pointed directly at the center of his heart.

"Get up, Potty," Draco mocked, "or I'll kill you where you sit."

'You will do no suck thing," Severus inserted angrily.

"I wont will I? How are you going to stop me?"

Severus drew his wand, but Draco laughed haltingly.

"Defending your toy now Severus," He frowned, "and what was I? Your Play thing? Your whore?"

"Draco..."

"Shut up Potty, you have no right to speak my name."

Harry slowly got to his feet, wand still tucked away in the holster up his sleeve, and raised his hands in a form of surrender.

"Draco..."

"I said SHUT UP," Draco screeched, sending Harry flying with a non-verbal spell.

Harry went crashing into a dresser, landing in a heap on the floor with a grunt. It only took a moment for Harry to recover his wits before he was back on his feet and staring blurry eyed at Draco. Draco saw it as a challenge, never noting the blood that trailed down Harry's forehead or the slightly dazed look in his eyes. With fury he never knew he could hold, Draco marched to Harry's side, reared his fist back and struck him in the jaw. Harry grunted his protest, his head was pounding and his vision was starting to tunnel: from the pain or from the blood loss he would never know. When Draco heard the snap of Harry's nose, and saw the blood that trailed from there, he smirked in satisfaction and turned to Severus with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Since you want your to, I suggest you watch his back. bad things might happen to The Golden Boy if he's not careful."

He sent a sneer at Harry before charging out of Severus' quarters.

"You better watch you back too," Was thrown over his shoulder.

Not soon after that, the portrait of Salazar Slytherin swung shut with a bang.

"Potter, trouble seems to find you no matter where you are."

Harry wasn't listening though, he just swayed on his feet and wondered if he could put himself out of his own misery, after all its not like he could fall into his husbands arms and complain about how much of a prat Draco was. Instead he held fast to what was left of the dresser and watched as Severus came over to him. Severus pointed his wand at him but Harry didn't even flinch, which surprised Severus to no end. Severus murmured a healing spell before seething his wand. he then dug into one of the many pockets of his robes and pulled out a pain reliever.

"Drink this Potter."

Without question or hesitation Harry down the contents of the glass vial that was pressed to his lips. He winced at the taste, but his head ache had subsided and his nose no longer hurt.

"Come, I shall take you to Madam Pomfrey."

"Severus..."

If Severus was angry at the use of his given name he didn't show it.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry."

Startled, Severus halted his footsteps to stare at the man he was guiding out of the portrait whole. His senses seemed to come back though because he snorted and began to lead Harry again.

"It is of no consequences."

"Your not angry than?"

"Why would I be? I warned you what would happen if that bet had been made, did I not?"

"I suppose. But what about Malfoy?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but Draco and I have not been seeing eye to eye on most things. It is of no surprise that he blew up like he did. he will either come around or he wont, simple as that."

Harry bowed his head, "I'm still sorry."

"As you well should be," Severus responded curtly but made no furth motive to comment, leaving the rest of the walk to be had in an uncomfortable silence.

Draco was angry. No, he was beyond angry. He was livid! Absolutely and gruesomely ANGRY! He just couldn't believe that after all those years Severus had thrown away what they had in a matter of a night. One kiss had shattered his world. Made him question his value. Made him hate the man he loved. Sure, Draco knew that he was probably being unreasonable, but he just didn't care. It had been all Potter's fault, he knew that, somewhere deep down. Potter had been the one to initiate the kiss because he knew in his heart that Severus would never, but there was a bit of doubt that crept into his heart and he knew it was Potter to blame for that as well. he was aware that he sounded like a spoiled child being denied milk, but he couldn't help it. He was so angry. he was bitter that Severus could just open up to that bloody Gryffindor over night when it had taken Draco months to gain the stoic man's trust.

He couldn't believe that he was going to lose Severus to Potter of all people. Potter whom Severus despised since he first stepped foot into his class at age eleven. Potter who had broken so many school rules, whom always got special treatment, who always seemed to be in trouble, whom always seemed to need saving... No, not any more, not this time. No one would save Potter this time, because he was sure that Severus would not forgive Potter for the rift that was now apart of his and Severus' relationship. No one would save Potter because the Weasley was dead and he no longer talked to the mud-blood. No one would want to save Potter any way, because once Draco was finished with him, there wouldn't be much left of him to save. With that thought in his head, Draco smiled cockily before heading out of Hogwarts. He knew just who to get to help him to break Potter's spirit, and wouldn't he get a nice shock when he saw her.

Draco chuckled to himself, "Watch out Potter, because you are never going to know what hit you!."

Severus sat in his armchair by the fire. He sipped on his brandy and contemplated the days events. It had not gone well. This was their first major fight and it was all thanks to a kiss Potter had bestowed upon him. He couldn't help but think briefly that maybe Draco had been right and he should have given Potter his own quarters in the castle. But at the same time, he couldn't regret it and that frightened him. He sipped at his brandy again, marveling at how it caressed his throat going down; much like Harry's soft lips had brushed against his own before they were pulled violently away from his when the quarter portrait bang open. He was a tad bit disappointed that they had not been able to explore it, but just that soft brush of lips on lips had Severus' heart thumping in his chest. Not that he would ever admit it, mind you. He took another sip of his brandy, his eyes wondering over to the door that was his guest room. It was shut firmly, and he imagined Harry in his room resting. Poppy had made a fit when she seen the state Harry was in.

When it was explained to her, she blushed a bright scarlet, having been accusing Severus and Harry of fighting. Once she had patched him up, Poppy ordered Harry to rest. He was not long out of the hospital wing and already getting into fights with hot tempered Slytherin's. With a forced smile, Harry agreed not to get into anymore trouble for another week and to rest for at least the rest of the day. Severus escorted Harry back to his quarters and Harry headed straight for his temporary rooms, and that is where he had been since.

Severus supposed that it was time to check on him. So, reluctantly, Severus hauled himself up from his comfortable spot in his favorite armchair and made his way over to Harry's door. He knocked once, and didn't get an answer. He assumed that Harry was asleep, but when he knocked again he got a soft, "Come in," that startled him a little.

"I see you are still resting, good. Madam Pomfrey will be pleased that you can follow her orders at least once in your lifetime."

"A sad smile tugged at Harry's lips, and he only replied with a, "Yeah," Before turning over and facing the window.

Severus, knowing a dismissal when he saw one, made to back out of the room, but was stopped by the soft uttering of his name.

"Severus?"

"Yes?"

"Will you help me?"

Severus arched an eyebrow, "With what exactly."

"Well, I'm not really sure. Either I am in a different time , a different dimension, or a different plain of existence, or something. I want to go back. I want my Severus back. I want my prat Malfoy, back. I want to be able to speak to Ron and Hermione. I want to go to the Weasley's and have Sunday brunch, or be able to stay for dinner. I want to go home," Harry said with enough conviction to make Severus respect for him go up a tiny notch, "I'm tired of ruining people's lives and I am tired of watching you smile at Draco in that special way you do. Will you help me?"

Severus was speechless for a moment and he couldn't figure out why in the world he wanted Harry to stay. But he did, he wanted him to stay and there was no way in hell he was helping him leave. Not even if the young man got down on his knees and pleaded for Severus to help him find a solution for his wayward trip through time or a different dimension or what ever this might be. Harry turned to look at him, green eyes dulled and pleading.

"Please," Harry asked in a voice barely above a whisper and Severus felt himself break.

"I will help you," he said resignedly and was overwhelmed with the bright smile that suddenly plastered itself onto Harry's face, though there was a hint of something Severus couldn't place hidden deep in his eyes.

"Thank you," Harry whispered solemnly before turning back to face the window.

...and this time, Severus did leave...

Draco Malfoy knocked on his old time friends door. He hadn't spoken to Blaise since he married Granger, but he thought now was a perfect time to reestablish a relationship with his old friend. Especially since he wanted something from his wife. When the door was wretched open, Blaise stared in surprise at his long time friend.

"Draco, what are you doing here?"

"I realized that I have been a bit busy, but am I no longer welcomed here?"

"Of course you are welcomed here. I just thought that we would never speak again as we had that falling out when I married Hermione."

"Posh," Draco said with a wave of his hand, "I owled you an apology. I was being a prat and I apologized, don't tell me you didn't open it?"

Blaise tensed and stared coolly and Draco.

"You didn't, hmm, I guess I know where my friendship lies then."

"Wait Draco, you have to understand. I was mad at you. You had said awful things about Hermione and I didn't want to hear a thing you had to say. I thought hat you would know me enough to now that I wouldn't read your first letter, not so soon after we had that fight. So I threw it in the fire, but you never sent me another letter so I never though much of what you had written there. I'm sorry."

Draco smirked, a glint coming into his eyes that made Blaise gulp unintentionally.

"You could make it up to me," Draco smirked, "and it would be simple."

"And what exactly do you have in mind?"

"Let me speak to Granger, and i shall forget you took my friendship so out of context."

Blaise seemed to think it over. It couldn't hurt really, so he shrugged and stepped away from the door.

"Come in."

Draco smiled evilly. Forget about the other plan, this one was way better.

To be continued

Until next time =)

YAJF