Disclaimer:

If you think I own H. P.- hardy har.

What the hell'd you smoke?

I don't own it, it's J.K.R.'s

So don't sue me; 'cuz I'm broke.

Rating: RP-13

This chapter is dedicated to Lee Lee Potter, thank you *hugs* for her help and nice long email, and to my fellow RPG buddies who are all probably disgusted that I'm writing a SS/HP fic, never mind the fact that I have a twinscesty and slashy twin on the boards. ((Especially Kimmy 'cuz she freaked over me drooling over Clex ficcies.)) Also to Scratches 'cause she's mah RL/LM fic buddy, and lastly to AtieJen 'cause she's the one who hooked me on Clexness. &.& Whoa.

Sorry, no reply to replies this time. I feel like shit and this has taken WAY too long as it is to get out. *looks around guiltily* I've been obsessed with Clex to a point where I haven't been reading much HP fan fiction at all, let alone writing any. I'm also working on my novel.

KEY:

"..." = speech

~~...~~ = written word

/.../ = thoughts

italics = emphasis

+++...+++ = flashback

Are my muses annoying or can you deal with the-?

Chibi Psycho-Pyro: Hiii! ^.^

JewlzBlack: *tackles Chibi* DIE FIEND!

Midori-sama: O.o What'd she do?

Mange-Nagini: *looks on amused*

JewlzBlack: She spilled WildCherry-Pepsi on my manga!

Nagini: *dryly* The horror.

Midori-sama: *gasps* Must... KILL!!!!!

Chibi Psycho-Pyro: MEEP! *hides*

*****

:::LAST CHAPTER:::

Splashing his face with cool water, Harry looked in the mirror of the sink as he wiped his face off with a towel. /What's wrong with me?/ he moaned in thought. Harry glanced at his wristwatch and groaned. He checked quickly to make sure he didn't drip any vomit onto the toilet, then went back into his room, lying down on the bed, feeling better nearly immediately to his shock.

"I should probably owl Severus, see if he can figure out what's wrong with me," he whispered to himself.

*****

Harry realized, to his dismay, that he hadn't had the common sense to pull out his school books or any writing utensils when he had recovered his Invisibility Cloak from his trunk. He didn't want to over-use the 'godfather' ploy to get things, so instead, Harry pulled on the Cloak, and after checking to make sure he was alone upstairs, crept quietly into Dudley's room, which was impeccably clean.

/Aunt Petunia's doing, no doubt,/ Harry thought to himself, snatching some lined paper from a tray on Dudley's rarely-used desk, and a pencil, and stealthily went back into his own room, without anyone downstairs hearing him move about.

He stashed most of the paper in his 'cubby hole' hidden by the loose floorboard, except for three or four pieces. Flipping on the small desk lamp, /Gods, did I miss electricity!/, and settling himself down, he tapped his paper, trying to figure out what to say.

~~Dear Severus,~~ Harry paused, debating in his mind what to write next.

~~I miss you.~~ /Well there's a start./

~~I haven't been feeling well still, I've been throwing up more often. I'm just sort of starting to think maybe seeing Madam Pomfrey would have been a good idea.~~ /He's right, as practically always,/ Harry thought with a wry smile.

~~I was wondering if there was any way you could find out what's wrong with me.~~ /Does that sound too... too something?/

~~Love You Always, H.~~

Harry nodded in satisfaction, and just hoped it wouldn't rain on Hedwig's way to Severus. Notebook paper was far less resistant to the elements than parchment. Letting Hedwig from her cage, he tied the letter to her outstretched leg.

"Take this to Sev, okay Hedwig?" Harry asked, and Hedwig gave a small hoot of indignation and flew out of the house as Harry opened the window. As she flew off, further and further away, Harry chuckled, remembering the first time he had asked Hedwig to take Severus a letter.

+++Flashback+++

Invisibility cloak covering his body, Harry sneaked down through the castle into the dungeons, slowly making his way to Severus' chambers, trying not to make too much noise, desperate not to get caught.

Although... maybe if he was caught, then Professor Snape might give him a detention. That was an uplifting thought. But no, Harry wanted to do it this way. No one would even know he was down there; except Severus.

Quietly opening Severus' main door to his private office and quarters with a whispered password, he looked around, not seeing Severus. So after bypassing the desk, he opened the door to Severus' quarters.

The sitting room was not all green and silver, as one might truly think at first glance of Severus Snape. No, in fact it was done up in mainly cream colours and blues. There was a worn, and very much used armchair on one side of the room with a small table next to it, where a glass with scotch sat happily, chilling itself in the ice, and a thick book. There was also a very nice looking couch, which could only be described as 'squishable'.

Severus walked in from his bedroom, wearing only a dark hunter green bathrobe, and to Harry's shock, fuzzy blue slippers that he had never seen in Sev's closet. Harry nearly blew his cover by giggling, but he had lucky clamped his mouth onto his hand to keep from making the noise. He wanted this visit to be a surprise. Severus' hair was damp, as if he had just gotten out of the shower or a bath.

Severus sat back in his armchair, taking a sip of his drink, and taking the book from the table, opening it to read. He tucked back a few lingering locks of black hair behind his ear, and slowly twisted a few strands between his slender, nimble fingers.

Harry slipped over soundlessly to Severus, tickling the heel of Severus' foot, the only part that lay bare, wanting to giggle to himself. The Potions Master, usually gathered and calm, snorted and sat completely upright, shaking his foot softly. Calming down after a moment, he settled back down, only to have his foot tickled yet again. Pulling his foot back he glared at the exact spot that Harry stood.

"Get out from under that blasted thing and come here," Severus snapped. With a sigh, Harry stripped the cloak from his body and tossed it onto a nearby chair, crawling up into Severus' lap, taking the drink and book from his hands and setting them on the stand next to the chair.

"Miss me?" Harry said with a mischievous smirk on his face, his hair more tousled than usual from the way he tore of the invisibility cloak.

"Of course not you obnoxious brat," Severus spoke sarcastically, and breathed softly, pulling Harry to his chest and kissing him soundly. After Harry finally pulled away from the long-lasting kiss, his lips looking thoroughly red and seemed as if they had been kissed for hours on end, he smiled serenely.

"Sure seems like you missed me," he said, his knees on either side of Severus' legs, sitting on his lover's lap, and rubbing his thigh gently.

"Well, if that's the impression you got then I might as well go along with that," Severus said slyly, leaning forward, capturing Harry's lips with his own, extracting a small moan from the Gryffindor.

"Be my guest," Harry mumbled from around the kiss as their lips changed positions. A few minutes later, breathless and looking completely well-snogged, they pulled apart.

"So is there an actual purpose of you coming down here to surprise me or was it just a spur-of-the-moment type of thing?" Severus asked, all of his attention on Harry's lips, a finger running slowly over them.

"Well the surprising you bit was me being spontaneous. But I do need to talk to y-" but Harry was cut off from a loud voice from Severus' fireplace.

"Snape! Where the bloody hell are you?!" Lucius Mafoy's voice rang through the sitting room and the taller man sighed bitterly, snatching Harry's cloak up quickly, wrapping it around him.

"Owl me," he whispered, placing a small kiss on Harry's forehead and standing up, pulling Harry up with him.

"Lucius, how… pleasant to hear from you," he said snidely, turning towards the fireplace, smoothing out his hair as Harry sighed softly, leaving the cold dungeons.

"Owl him; sure," Harry said frowning, and headed to the Owlry.

Writing the letter wasn't hard, as he finished writing it in only a few minutes, but choosing an owl to do it was the hard part. The only owl he trusted to get it to Severus safely was Hedwig, but she was easily recognizable as his owl. But she would have to do.

"Here Hedwig," he said softly, tying the letter to her leg securely. "Take this to Severus." Hedwig sat there, staring at the boy cluelessly and Harry blinked.

"Take it to Snape?" he said unsure as to what she would recognize him by.

"Take it to the Potions Professor?" he tried again fruitlessly, getting slightly annoyed. "Please?"

Still the owl wouldn't budge, cocking her head slightly at her owner.

Letting out a growl of frustration, Harry searched his brain. "Take this to that slimy, greasy git!" he tried one last time. Hedwig, unsurprisingly, hooted and took flight of the Owlry. Shaking his head in disbelief, Harry let out a soft chuckle, heading back down to Gryffindor Tower.

+++End Flashback+++

Harry sat back on his bed, trying not to move around too much as he stared at the ceiling. He just hoped Severus knew what was wrong with him. Or could tell him what was wrong with him. Although he did expect Severus to be a bit pissed off with him for not having gone to Madam Pomfrey's like Severus had told him to.

Harry honestly thought it was just a small stomach bug, who knew what was wrong with him?

My gods. I wrote the first half of this in two days, and the second half in all of a half of an hour. *blinks* I should have sat down to write this a LONG time ago. I just kept getting distracted. Anyhoo, please reply and I'll honestly try to reply to any questions you review for in chapter three.

P.s.: I got a SPELL CHECK! FINALLY!!! ^.^ Woot Woot. Go Kristen. ^.^ lol.

I have chapters four and five already written, so after a short number of days or a considerable amount of reviews, I shall update. I'm working on and Interlude and chapter six now.