Onyx eyes darkened. A throbbing, pulsing, rapidly beating heart stopped. Pallid skin paled. And a tiny, flickering flame of hope extinguished. Severus Snape was dying.
He knew it. He knew it and yet, he did nothing to stop it. He didn't want to stop it. In that one monosyllabic word, he had died. The storm cracked and moaned above him, the rain poured down and every single sound or flash of light went unregistered by his senses. Looking down, Severus couldn't tell what was going on around him. In fact, he didn't care. All he could hear was the sound of his heart shutting down and locking itself away again. Severus Snape was sure that he was dying.
He felt so lost.
He had thought that Harry of all people would understand! He had trusted Harry to know that he loved him. He thought that… He thought… It didn't matter. Severus Snape was dying.
Every single hope, every single fear, every single ounce of anything that he happened to be feeling, was fading. It was fading, because Severus Snape was dying.
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Emerald eyes looked on as the older man broke down. Those emerald eyes watched on as Severus' heart stopped beating. Those reddened emeralds watched on with hatred.
Those emeralds watched on with love.
'It's funny,' Harry thought, 'that hate and love sometimes feel the same.' Harry shook his soaked head. 'It's funny,' Harry mused, 'that he took my words to mean I'm leaving. It's funny how he automatically doubts me.'
Emerald eyes teared up. Emerald eyes let those tears fall. Harry Potter was dying. Confusion and hatred were spinning in his head, mixing their red and yellows together, swirling into a mass of unforgiving, impossible to forget web that would surely kill the devastated teen. In Harry's head, Severus had already left. Harry Potter was sure that he was dying.
Harry was sure that he was dying. He was sure because everything was numb. He couldn't feel the rain on his face. He couldn't hear the thunder crashing over his head. He couldn't breathe past the lump in his throat. All he could see was the defeated and dying body of his... of the man in front of him. He couldn't breathe, feel or hear, because Harry Potter was dying.
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If he was dying, then by damned, he was going to die for a good reason. Severus Snape looked up and stepped up to the boy in front of him. The boy who had accepted his body on so many occasions, the boy whom he loved with every single, tiny fiber of his being; Severus Snape took the green eyed boys hand and brought it to his lips.
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His hand was being lifted and he didn't know why. Harry's hand was being kissed and he didn't know why. Tears were streaming down his face, and he didn't know why. He didn't know why, because just a second ago, he'd been so sure he was dying.
He felt his hand being squeezed and suddenly it was so terribly painful! A horrifically loud clap of thunder brought his ears screaming back to life. A flash of lightning that threatened to rip the sky in half brought his eyes back to seeing. The feeling of soft lips on his brought his breath rushing back into his lungs.
Harry Potter was not dying.
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Severus thought that his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. He thought that his heart was going to be burst in his chest. He thought that… He thought that this intense squeezing pain around his heart was the best thing he'd ever felt!
The lips beneath his had begun to move. They had opened and a soft, warm, pink tongue had slipped out and was licking gently at his lips! Hesitant hands reached for his hips and began kneading them gently, pulling him closer. His mind was reeling, twisting and turning in rapid succession, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening. His body was responding in thick, full, heated pulses that had begun to course through his groin. Everything was happening so fast he nearly lost his footing on the wet, slippery hill.
Severus Snape was not dying.
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Thunder and lightening cracked and echoed in the darkness as two pairs of lips met and entwined, opening and closing for the sheer delight of it all. Everything mixed in the darkness, illuminating in the lightning, ghosting echoes of blues and yellows all over the fields and the Burrow, so far away. It seemed that nothing could stop the two from kissing. It seemed that nothing would stop the two from kissing.
One thing stopped the two from kissing.
"Harry!"
"Ronald, leave him alone!"
"Har – oh my god!"
"Ginny… Calm down!"
"Harry!"
"Ronald! Leave them alone!"
The two stopped kissing.
They broke apart so fast that Harry fell onto his bottom, landing with a "squish" in the mud. The blush that ignited his face could have rivaled a wildfire. He stood up quickly, turning his back to Severus and looked at his friends.
"Uhh... Hi, guys…"
Hermione stood there, looking more than a little bit angry as Ron blushed furiously and Ginny looked everywhere but at Harry and her Potions Professor.
"Um… Harry… I am – we – are so sorry! Ronald here was just worried about you… And… So, we came... I'm so sorry we, er, interrupted…" The wiry hair girl blushed so hard, it rivaled Harry's.
Being, ever the eloquent one, Severus stepped in, "No, Ms. Granger, you interrupted nothing that can't be picked back up. How about we go inside? It's awfully wet out here. Mr. Weasley, I hope you do not mind if I come in?"
"Ugh… No, sir, I –"
"I do."
The youngest Weasley hissed, venom spilling from every pour in her skin. She glared daggers at the two ravens before setting her shoulders and crossing her arms over her chest. "I mind if you come in."
"Ginny!" Ron hissed, "Ginny, what is wrong with you!?"
"I don't want either of them in our home!" She yelled, turning and stomping her way up the hill.
"Ignore her, blokes. She's off her rocker," Ron shrugged and took Hermione's hand, heading up the hill after the fuming ginger female. "Honestly, Hermione, you'd think she'd never seen two blokes kissing before." Trying to cover his nervousness, Ron laughed and smiled at the slightly blushing, utterly confused brunette.
"Harry...?" Severus began, taking the younger raven's hand, "Are… Are we alright?"
Looking down at the hand in his, Harry shrugged and squeezed the paler hand. "I don't know, Severus."
With that, Harry turned and began up the hill towards the Burrow. "I really don't know…"