Ok, this is like the third or fourth to last chapter. More Snarry goodness and then an epilogue of Snarry goodness as well. Then the end, and you will have to read Burning Gaze for your Snarry fix. Just kidding you don't have to read Burning Gaze. There are so many other better authors out there!
Harry woke up from a restful night's sleep. Arms were around him, and his foggy memory wasn't quite in focus. He opened his eyes to see Severus Snape asleep beside him. That brought his memory in focus.
"Please let this not be a dream." He whispered, his hand ghosting over Severus's face.
"I assure you it is not." Severus replied, his eyes opening as well.
Harry smiled and yawned. "As long as you say its not. It feels like one. Not one I've ever had to be sure, but it still feels like one." Harry rambled.
Severus got a twinkle in his eyes. Sort of like Albus. 'Damn you Albus, your contagious.' Severus ranted in his head, bringing his lips down upon Harry's promptly quieting the younger man down.
"Much better. You talk too much Mister Potter. I will have to teach how to not talk." Severus said rubbing his head which had begun to ache.
Just then Madame Pomphrey bustled in. She looked over at the two men still waking up, a tangle of limbs and smiled.
"I wasn't interrupting anything was I?" She asked brightly.
Harry smirked slightly. "No nothing at all." Severus smacked him upside the head, and turned to the nurse.
"How long have we been...indisposed?" He asked.
"Three weeks. Finally defeating Voldemort," She still shuddered slightly at the name, "took a lot out of you two. In fact yesterday was the first time you have both been conscious at all. We were all quite worried you'd both go into a magical coma. One we couldn't get you out of."
"A magical coma?" Harry asked.
"A coma induced from a high off magic. Mostly in happens to young witches and wizards who experiment with Dark and powerful magics that their bodies can not handle. The same way a muggle would get high off a drug. It can also be addicting resulting in a coma that you can't be brought out of, or the magic is so old and powerful that it shuts down all your body functions also resulting in a coma you can not be brought out of." Severus explained.
"So why would they think we might go into a coma like that?" Harry asked, forgetting Madame Pomphrey was still in the room.
"Mister Potter, are you not aware that Severus is the only reason you are still alive?" She asked him.
"No...I didn't know that it was possible that I was dead." Harry said, confused.
"Well, the spell you two somehow managed to use, and the fact that you used love to power it, made it one of the most powerfully cast spells in existence. Therefore, if Severus had not been there sharing his life fore with you, Mister Potter, you would be dead now." she explained.
Harry's eyes widened in shock. He turned to look at Severus who was in turn looking at him. Love had powered their spell. Made it one of the most powerful. How could they not be together. Harry decided that they really did have a lot to talk about.
Ss...Ss...Ss...Ss
Draco woke up with a monestrous headache. He squinted his eyes against the light, clutching his head in his hands. What had happened the night before? All he could see were some fuzzy details of drinking with Sirius. But he had a vague notion that something else, something important, had happened.
If only he could just remember. He tried focusing on what he could remember, hoping it would reveal more. However, soon his head became worse, and he had to rush to the bathroom. As he hung his head over the toilet in the most ungraceful way, it came to him. He must have revealed some sort of embarrassing secret to Back. That had to be it. He almost laughed. He didn't have that many secrets. And none of them were important anyway.
He turned the shower on. Hoping that the warm water would soothe his aching head, he stepping under the water stream. His thoughts turned to more pressing matters. Like Harry and Severus's relationship. Or lack there of.
Hh...Hh...Hh...Hh
Sirius had woken up, head surprisingly clear. He felt wasted, but he could remember everything that had happened with perfect clarity.
The kiss he could still feel lingering on him lips. A soft caress of tongues. A scent of pears, and the sound of bells in his ears.
He shook out of his trance. There was no use dwelling. They had been drunk, and Draco, correction, Malfoy would never remember anyway. It meant nothing, and he refused to think about it. He promptly decided to see if his godson was awake.
Ss...Ss...Ss...Ss
After one last check up, the motherly nurse had left Harry and Severus to themselves. They sat in silence for a while.
"Could we not talk for a while? Just left it flow?" Harry asked on a whim.
"I was thinking something along those lines. Why mess up a good thing after all." Severus replied.
Harry looked at him and smiled. It was almost uncanny the way they were both on the same wave length at that moment. Harry wished that it would last forever.
"Do you know what I am thinking now Professor?" Harry asked.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Professor? I am quite sure you can call me by my first name. We have taken the teacher-student relationship to a whole new level."
"I wondered when you would say that. I have been dying for permission." Harry gleefully rejoiced, eyes glittering.
Severus watched the man with hawk eyes. He wanted to memorize every detail, every movement, every facial expression. "I've been dying for you to say it." Severus agreed.
"Severus Severus Severus!" Harry laughed. And that was how Sirius found them.
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