"You bloody moron Potter! What in fucks name were you…" An extremely worse-for-wear Draco fell out of the fireplace ranting only to be silenced in horror.
Harry froze. Perfectly understandable really, considering the situation.
Only ten minutes previously he had left the shower and had valiantly made it half way out of the bedroom door to get a towel before the famed Snape self restraint had caved in completely.
Draco had now taken to open-mouthed gaping, trying to speak but only ended up mouthing incoherently. The sight of a dripping wet and very naked Harry Potter being all but mauled by his favourite professor was not an altogether regular occurrence.
"Fucking Christ Potter! Clothes. NOW!"
"Actually fucking Sev, but I see what you mean, he does have the body of a God, and what the hell happened to your face?"
"After clothes!" Draco pointed to the bedroom door and embarrassment finally caught up with Harry as his mind processed the last few minutes events and his current predicament in full colour. Blushing the full length of his body Harry ran into the bedroom and started to wonder if it was possible to die of embarrassment, and just where the hell had that 'body of a god' phrase come from? He wasn't that flamboyantly gay! He was almost certain of it.
Once Harry had gone to change Severus had disappeared off into his lab, frowning the whole way. Draco attempted to lean casually on the wall but he was finding it hard to breath by now and he painfully curled up on the floor, not able to make it over to the chair, the adrenalin of escaping finally wearing off.
"Oh man, Draco," Harry now dressed in baggy blue jeans and a skin tight black T that hugged him perfectly knelt down in front of Draco and gently as possible lifted him to the seat in front of the fire, the random thoughts in his head stuck up a post-it for future reference to get Sev some more chairs for his living room, it was decidedly lacking in them and transfiguring things was a pain in the ass to do every time you wanted to sit down.
"What happened to you?" Harry asked after Draco was settled down on the love seat. He hadn't expected Draco to come this fast after the letter, he'd only sent it last night. It would have got there pretty late and it was only just gone 9 o'clock in the morning.
"Do you even pretend to think Potter?" Draco's voice was strained and held no malice, but rather like he was annoyed at himself for thinking Harry could think in the first place. "Your letter happened to me."
Harry frowned, last time he'd checked letters didn't beat someone half to death, and leave behind a black eye, split lip, slashed cheek and from what he could tell a broken bone or two. That probably wasn't all that was wrong with Draco by the looks of things Harry thought sadly.
"I don't get it."
"Potter, let me tell you a little story." Draco coughed for a second but continued. "Once upon a time there was this very bad man, and he hated Muggles, the only person to hate them more is the Dark Lord himself in fact. Now this bad man found a letter someone had sent his son and thought his son had just copied it out of a book he'd been reading, the book the text was from was one of the most famous Muggle books in history." Harry cringed but Draco continued. "So the bad man decides, luckily for the son, to beat the 'liking' for Muggles out of the boy first and ask questions latter. Once the bad man is half way through his 'purging' of the alleged Muggle liking, he realises the best thing to do is get the son to become a death eater immediately so that he wont ever try something so stupid again. Thus the bad man leaves to get his Lord and the son uses the opportunity to steel some Floo powder from the desk and Floo the hell out of there."
"Oh… I should have known, I'm really sorry, you have no idea how much I'm sorry, it was never meant to get you into trouble, I just wanted you to see that not all Muggle stuff is inferior, I forgot about Lucius."
"I thought as much Potter, and for your information, I have already read the books, I was just never stupid enough to let Lucius catch me. So I'd like to thank you Potter, I'm fucked. Well and truly, I can't go home, or to any of my friends because they will all be expecting me to take the Dark Mark, and every one else thinks I'm evil so I can't go there either. Thank you so much."
Severus returned with arms full of potions, and after a mass of apologies from Harry, and Draco's stony silence they had all been administered and the younger Slytherin was fast asleep.
Harry retreated to Severus's bedroom, not wanting to the face of yet another person whose life he had screwed up.
Sev followed him after a couple of minutes. Not saying anything but hugging Harry tightly and rocking him like a small child.
"He would have been expected to chose eventually Harry, its not your fault."
"But Sev," Harry mewed, "If I hadn't been so thoughtless, we might have had time to prepare, to gather information and get him a place to go to, somewhere to keep him safe, but now his father will be after him, he could have gone a lot longer in relative safety without having to get dropped in at the deep end."
"Harry, what's done is done, didn't I tell you that once, we must not regret what we do, just deal with it and move on, some things turn out better than we expect." Harry smiled slightly.
"That sounds like an Oliver Wood pep talk."
"Oh?" said Sev raising a single eye brow. " Did you just compare me to one of Gryffindors in-sufferable star Quidditch players?"
"Yes."
"So, let me get this straight, you're comparing the head of Slytherin House to some brat Quidditch player?"
"Hey! I'm a brat Quidditch player! Besides, he is really nice, he was totally supportive of you and me!"
"You told him?"
"Well yeah," said Harry sheepishly, "But he promised not to tell anyone."
"Very well, but I still think you should be punished for you're earlier analysis." With that Severus started to mercilessly tickle Harry, he found it infinitely childish, but it seemed the best way to get Harry smiling again, and to be honest, he enjoyed doing childish things he had never gotten to do before. He had never been allowed to be a child as a child, and he knew Harry hadn't ether.
Harry was begging for mercy, he could barley breathe for laughter and his ribs hurt. Sev released Harry from the torment. Harry was now being pinned on the bed by the Potions Master.
"This could be quite a compromising situation you know professor," Harry teased in a mock coy voice.
"Yes, I believe it could cause quite a commotion were we caught."
"We're really not doing anything bad, it's perfectly innocent." Harry couldn't suppress the slight giggle that accompanied the statement. Sev pinned Harry's wrists above his head and held them there with one hand the other lazily trailing down Harry's side, running his hands along the gap between Harry's jeans and his now riding up T-shirt.
"Indeed, nothing at all." Sev's eves were clouded with desire and Harry's were the same, but they were both enjoying the light teasing after the number of serious and depressing events that had occurred in the past few days.
"We're just lying on your bed because there are no more chairs."
"Yes, that's exactly it." Harry felt Sev wriggle to get more comfortable. Harry snapped first, giving up trying to resist his older lover he leaned in to capture Sev's mouth, straining against the hand holding his wrists to the bed.
Sev just grinned wickedly and grabbed his wand with his free hand and spelled off Harry's top. He sucked at the other mans neck, smirking at the purple mark that labelled Harry as his own. Continuing to lick and nip at Harry's exposed flesh he excided moans, groans and whimpers from the Gryffindor, edging ever slowly to Harry's bellybutton.
"Oh God, do you have any clue to the therapy I'm going to need, its disgusting seeing you two like that." Severus glared darkly and Harry was in a similar mood a being interrupted but soon lightened up, realising that Draco was almost completely better.
"You woke up." Harry said in a strained voice, he was after all still half clothed and pinned to a bed.
"It's a little hard to sleep with all the bloody noise coming from this room."
"Sorry 'bout that." Harry had the decency to blush, but Sev was still glairing at the blond for interrupting them for the second time that day.
"Well," said Draco impatiently, "there was a reason you sent that God-awful letter, do you or don't you want to find out about Voldemort? I might as well get it over with, and I'm sure you'll want to hear what I know, if you can work it out."
"Why would we have to work it out?" Asked Harry as Severus rolled off the top of him, gracefully realising his hands from their vice grip.
"Because the information was spelled by Voldemort like the un-plottable spell on Hogwarts, it's un-speakable."
Harry rolled his eyes, how like Voldemort to be so melodramatic.
~*~*~TBC~*~*~
A/N: I think this chappy was a little bit more light hearted than the others, except for maybe the whole, Draco getting beaten up thing. Sev seems abit OOC to me, but I don't feel like changing it.
Lee Lee Potter: Glad you liked it!
Lexi: The Cor Onyx will be turning up again; I just have to work out how…
Snape Coolgirl: Harry thinks he should have been a Slytherin cos of the Sorting Hat, and because he feels he has some evil in him, or that's how I see it. I might try putting some POV's (Including Sev's) But I'm crappy at them so I might just give it ago and then scrap it.
Xikum: The poem is from book 2, just after Bilbo gives Frodo his dwarf-mail, it doesn't really have anything to do with what I'm writing but I loved it. It just sounded really sad and mournful (Ah what a lovely person I am.) and I had to put it in! Glad you like it!
FODmonkey!: Thankies! I live to torment! Its soooo much fun! But here's the new chappy, and don't crucify me for it, I just found it funny writing the Harry/Sev bits, I just didn't really plan on them turning out like this! =D
*Smiles sweetly* what would I have to bribe you with for reviews? *Spots a police officer and starts to whistle innocently with her hands behind he back* "Wasn't me, didn't do it, can't prove a thing!"