Rating: NC-17
Parings: Lily/Severus Harry/Hermione Ron/Lavender Neville/Luna Draco/Ginny
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Chapter title after Oasis: Some Might Say
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Author: Birghtsidetolife
In Your Heart & Your Mind
Chapter Eleven
Some Might Say
Harry looked up from his laptop for a moment, as once again there was a knock at his door, and of course it was Severus for the fifth time that night.
"Are you all right?" Severus asked. His voice was heavy and calm; there was no hysteria of grief, no burden of guilt. Just Severus checking on Harry in his room as he went and sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"I'm fine, you're kinda freaking me out though. You don't have to keep checking on me every five minutes, literally." Harry said bemused setting the silver laptop down beside him taking a real great interest in the other Harry's things.
The guy kind of seemed like a nerd which was pretty odd seeing as everybody was making him out to be some kind of prankster, not a book worm, which he had a lot of. Why was it he didn't get along with Hermione again?
Although Harry's words was not amusing to Severus, he couldn't shake the grim smile upon his face. "Why must you be so impatient?"
Harry blinked confused. "I beg your pardon?"
Severus sighed looking down at his hands. Severus couldn't expect Harry's walls to crumble over night and they were definitely going to have to talk about Harry's hero complex…but Severus knew that no matter what he said to Harry about today's events, Harry was most likely going to get angry and become distant. So Severus tried to think of different topics that he needed to bring up before the day ended, to get it off his chest.
Harry thought a grumpy, aggressive, Severus was bad. Looks like a worried, protective Severus was worse.
Severus looked back at Harry and stared at his now slightly broken glasses. He was going to have to get Harry new ones. And most likely a new prescription, eye contacts would be much better.
"Have you worn those glasses all your life?" Severus asked him.
Harry looked taken back at the abrupt question. "Er... yea I suppose. My, my aunt and uncle always said that I was not worth their time, that I had to just deal with the ones I owned." Harry mumbled back.
Severus frowned disapprovingly. "You are very much worth it Harry. You are going to get your eyes checked and are most likely going to have to wear eye contacts, but that discussion is for another time." Severus stopped and looked at Harry's flushing face.
"You don't have to...waste money on me... I can see fine in the ones I have." Harry whispered to him and ducked his head down feeling really embarrassed by Severus words.
"I must admit, this side of you is quite hilarious." Harry scowled and threw his pillow at Severus whom merrily caught it with no effort, a small smile on his face. That was one thing that Severus knew he was going to love about Harry, the way he would get embarrassed over any type of sentimental moment.
"You don't seem to understand the situation that you are in." Harry looked at Severus confused.
"You are in my care, you are living in my house, and you are my step-son, which makes you my responsibility-"
"Which wouldn't have happened if I hadn't landed here! You don't have to-"
"Yes I do Harry, regardless if you came here by accident or not. I will not have you put in constant danger while you are in my home. I will not stand for it. Your father might be able to put up with your stubbornness and your hot temper, but not in my house."
"What?! " Harry was about to object but Severus cut in.
"Whatever happened in your world, leave it there. You are in a totally different one altogether, things run differently here. As of now, you are not allowed to even breath air with out my say so. You. Are. Grounded."
Harry's mouth was wide open in shock. "For what? It wasn't my fault that the Death Eaters attacked!" Harry said outraged.
"I heard all the tales about what happened this evening, one which you could have prevented from happening. Remus Lupin was set out to retrieve you and instead I find Lucius at your wake. You were suppose to stay out of danger and instead you run right smack in the middle of it!" Severus said standing up off of Harry's bed, irritated at Harry's lack of caring of his well-being.
"There were people out there being tortured-"
"And there were Order members handling it Harry! Even the ministry arrived! You can't possibly believe that you alone can handle what's out there on your own? You have a lot to learn Harry, you can't do everything by yourself, it doesn't hurt to ask for a helping hand, it doesn't hurt to depend on others than yourself."
Harry bit his lip and looked anywhere but at Severus. Severus just didn't understand.
"I don't want any of family and friends to get hurt because of me. V- the Dark Lord and his supporters has always been out to get me and in trying to they always seem to use the people that I care about the most and then I feel like its my fault when they end up getting hurt or even worse, dead."
"Harry-" Severus sounded exhausted and still slightly irritated.
"I'm sorry Severus. You can send me back to where I belong if you want. I won't be mad, I know I'm making things much worse being here." Harry quietly told Severus and their eyes truly locked for the first time since Severus walked into Harry's room that night.
Sighing Severus sat back down on Harry's bed and Severus did what he had been waiting to do for awhile since they came back from Diagon Alley, he grabbed Harry and wrapped him in his arm tightly hugging him while using one hand to stroke his step-son's short shaggy messy hair.
"Severus?" Harry asked after a very awkward moment of Severus hugging him. Well it did feel nice, like he was cared for, but still very awkward.
"Yes you prat?"
"Er...are you hugging me?" Harry asked weakly.
Severus did laugh at that. "Yes, I guess I am, I'm allowed to am I not?"
"Er yea I suppose." Harry said awkwardly as Severus finally stopped hugging him and pulled him back a few inches so that Severus could look at Harry's face, he cupped Harry's chin gently in his hands.
Severus looked at him very sternly. "Harry you need to understand that I could never let you leave now. You are just as much as my biological son than you are my step-son. I'm trying my best to make you feel as such, I really am Harry. I don't want you to feel like you are a burden to me or your mother. I just wish you would listen in that thick head of yours. I care about you very much, so does your mother, don't ever think otherwise."
"Okay." Harry whispered making Severus smile and let go of Harry's chin.
Severus stood up only to find himself being crushed by Harry's hug. "I'm sorry." He heard Harry mumble.
"It's okay Harry, but you're still grounded."
Harry nodded and stepped back embarrassed about what he had just did. Why had he hugged him? This is Snape, not his parents. He may have only known him here for a week, if not less, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Severus wanted what was best for him.
"Go to bed, I'll see you in the morning." Severus replied closing the door behind him with a small smirk on his face. So he was making progress.
The next day was horrid. Not having slept well and having to wake up at 6:30 am for breakfast made Harry very grouchy. Severus had gave him a list of his chores for the week before he even got a chance to sit down at the table.
As soon as he could he left the table to start on the chores for the day. Harry wanted to hurry and get the day over with so that he could have some time to himself to think things over about the days he's been at this universe.
1. Clean the loos
2. Clean the backyard
3. Dust Portraits
4. Organize and clean your room
'Clean the loos. Well, at least he didn't tell me to use a toothbrush. The backyard just needs all Alec's and Kimberly's toys out of it, dusting is no problem, and my room isn't that dirty, I haven't been in there that long.'
Hours of non-stop cleaning later, Harry finished the bathroom upstairs, the back yard, and dusting, now he just needed to go organize his room. Man was he exhausted. Harry was already on the second floor, so he just walked down the hall into his room and laid sprawled out on his bed for a few moments, letting his tired limbs rest for a bit. After awhile Harry's eyes started to look more closely at the things that this universe Harry had owned.
Next to the brown oak desk that held a fancy silver laptop, a black guitar with a design of a lightning bolt straight across the middle, leaned up against the wall, and random pictures of his father and his friends was two black wooden speakers system on either side of a silver stereo that had CD player, castes tape, and radio.
Grinning, Harry got up off the bed and went to check out the stereo. Finding the remote on top of the left speaker Harry pressed the button to turn the stereo on and right away the radio turned on.
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)
'...thanks for listening to London's Best Rock FM96 that was Kansas -Carry on my wayward son..'
Harry laughed and peered over at the alarm clock that read 2:02 p.m. Harry picked up the silver laptop and brought it with him on his bed. He could finish 'organizing' later, right now he just wanted to relax, it wasn't like the room really needed organizing anyway.
Knock Knock
Harry sighed and ran a hand shakily through his hair, causing it to stand on end at odd angles. He sat sill with his legs crossed in front of him on the bed, his laptop still on his lap. He really hoped it wasn't Severus at the door catching him slacking.
"Come in." Harry replied keeping his eyes on his laptop as Draco sluggishly walked into the room closing the door behind him.
After a few minutes Harry turned to look at his cousin.
"Can I help you?" he asked feeling awkward at being stared at.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked leaned up against Harry's door, arms folded to his chest.
Harry gave him a withering look. "If I wasn't do you think I'd be here right now?"
"Yes," Draco answered immediately, "Uncle Severus would make sure of that... and your overbearing father and Black and Lupin and-"
"Okay, so I probably would be. Seriously though, I'm fine."
"Whatever you say Potter, I mean if I got blasted against a building window, I would be fine to. I'm just that miraculous as you boy wonder." Draco commented irritated.
Harry chuckled; it was so easy to get a rise out of Draco. He stopped when he saw the glare Draco was directing at him.
Harry could tell even then by looking at Draco that he was finding Harry just as annoying, just as grating and infuriating. Both too stubborn to even consider that their reasons could be the same as each other.
"Why don't you come sit or lay on my bed or something, you look uncomfortable like that." Harry suggested.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry and shook his head no. "Not unless I get dinner and a movie first. Besides, you're not my type."
"Very funny." Harry replied yawning and stretching from his bed.
"By the way, could you please turn that whiny ass music off? I know you probably like that Emo crap, but please for the love of Merlin, just because our Harry died doesn't mean you have full reign over his stereo."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Why not? I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
Draco sneered at him, such a Malfoy tread mark. "Yes he would, you didn't know him like I did. He hated it here, he hated this room, he hated Uncle Severus, he hated his siblings, he hated his-"
"Stop! Just stop Draco! Okay I get it, he was a cold hearted brat, but what does that have to do with me using his stereo?" Harry asked annoyed with the blonde.
"Look just forget it. I have to go home anyway. Father and mother are most likely waiting on me." Draco said opening the door to leave Harry's room.
"Draco wait!" Harry said standing up.
"Look Potter, I said forget it-"
"Draco." Harry said sternly.
Draco turned around to face Harry.
"I'm not him okay? Stop calling me Potter, the name is Harry, use it, unless you want me to start calling you Malfoy. Do you?"
Draco seemed to think about this and shook his head no.
"And for your information I do not listen to Emo music, AC/DC is not Emo, and even if I did, theirs nothing wrong with it." Harry said sticking out his tongue in a child like manner at Draco.
Harry's words and behavior earned him an eye roll and a weak shove from Draco. "Go ahead and listen to it you freakin' girl." Draco replied closing the door back as Harry turned the volume up on the stereo with the remote in pure spite.
'I'm on the highway to hell!
'I'm on the highway to hell!
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land'
Harry was doing some air guitar while Draco was looking at Harry as if he had lost his mind whilst laughing at how goofy Harry looked. Harry started jumping up and down on his bed.
"You need some serious help." Draco smirked up at Harry whom had raised his left hand in the air in a rock n' roll symbol.
Draco watched his cousin covertly. He was very different from their Harry, Draco just didn't know how to describe it. His cousin was a bit more tanned and muscular than the other Harry, whom was a bit on the chubby side and pale. It was more…attitude he guessed, not the attitude that their Harry had; he talked back all the time to Severus and his mother, most likely Lupin, no this kid, he was like a bad ass or something along those lines.
"You know..." Harry started bouncing down off his bed, "some people might say that the way you're staring at me, that you are fascinated by my good lucks." Harry teased.
Draco looked intensely at Harry's sly smirking face for a long moment, almost forever, reading every square-inch of his expression. Just realizing what Harry just said Draco blushed before giving his snarky remark. "Don't flatter yourself you moron."
"Coming from a blushing guy who took quite amount of time to come up with a reply." Harry replied rolling his eyes. Harry then smiled, suddenly wondering if Draco had found a way past all his defenses, to accept him yet.
"Up yours freak." Draco sneered at him.
Well, maybe in Draco's own special way he did.
A/N I know it ended pretty random, sorry. I'm tired and exhausted and sick! I really tried on this chapter, hopefully you liked it? Sorry for the wait. Why do I get this funny impression that you guys want this to be a Harry/Draco instead of Hermione?