The Visitor
Severus strode into the Infirmary authoritatively, stalking his way easily, unchallenged, past the stunned Aurors who were supposedly 'guarding' the doorway. He snorted derisively at the very thought.
Poppy came running when she heard the creak of the doors opening, obviously trusting the abilities of the so-called guards assigned to her Infirmary just as much - or, more precisely, as little - as Severus himself did. She relaxed once she had identified the intruder.
"Oh, Severus, it's you! It's about time!" She bustled off purposefully towards the back of the room. "Come along then," she instructed him sharply, "he's been asking for you since he woke up, you know."
Severus mutely followed her.
She peeked past the curtains just enough to allow her to speak to her charge. "You have a visitor Harry."
The poor young man didn't even turn to look at her when he answered, "I don't wan-" Severus pushed past her, and before she tactfully made herself scarce, she informed Harry, "I think you'll want to see this one."
"Why?" Harry asked, turning towards the room for the first time in hours, but Poppy was already gone.
Severus raised one brow eloquently at Harry, who gaped up at the man he'd been almost sure was dead.
"Was she right?" Severus inquired. "Do you want to see me?"
"Of course, you bastard!" Harry yelled, unable to quell a smile at the sight of his lover, alive and well. He was still angry though, it had taken a ridiculous amount of time for Severus to get here.
Severus quirked a smile, and sat on Harry's cot.
Severus leant down to press a loving, reaffirming kiss to Harry's lips. It was returned enthusiastically.
They broke apart, sharing a quiet laugh, both recognizing Poppy's voice scolding someone.
"Get out! Out, out, out! Humph!"
~Fin~