Author's Note:
The end must come for all good friends to part. And you, my anonymous, unknown readers, have been the best. From your comments and criticisms to your acknowledgement of my (many) idiosyncrasies, thank you for all your support of this story. Tons of happy wishes go out to my betas. You have all been so helpful in this entire process. Anyways, I know you didn't come here to read the ramblings of an insane, neurotic writer! Here's Chapter 7.
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The Spells We Know
by Galae
Chapter 7: And Thou
"What in the Devil's name . . ."
"Nice to see you too."
Harry looked up.
Snape looked down.
"You're back," he said shortly.
"Yes."
A pause.
Snape stepped back. His eyes were dark, but like onyx mirrors rather than bottomless pools.
Harry glanced at his feet for a while, and went in. He slowly went to one of the chairs, but then stopped. Instead, he walked over to the fire, and stood while Snape closed the door.
He walked towards where Harry stood. At the invisible two-meter boundary, he stopped.
For a while the two of them just looked at each other. Despite the fact that it was morning, the fire was the main source of light, throwing off its golden sparks to all corners of the room. The dungeon was cooler than usual.
One word: "Why?"
"Because," Harry said slowly, "your world . . . is mine."
It was so quiet that he heard Snape breathe.
That was when Snape looked at him. And smiled.
Harry felt his heart explode.
He took a step forward, and then lifted up his foot to take another, but he never got to it. Because in an instant he was holding Snape in his arms, hands sliding over the rich fabric of his robe. Black hair fell forwards, and Harry ran his hair through the strands, marveling at their texture. As he lifted his lips.
As they kissed.
Harry had never felt so close to anyone before.
"I love you," he whispered thickly.
"Harry." Tremors were running over Snape's body, and Harry ran his hands up and down Snape's back, soothing him.
He looked up, amazed, as Snape closed his eyes. Their breaths intermingled; the air all of sudden sang of joy.
"I want you," Harry murmured.
"I . . ."
"It's not against the school rules." Harry couldn't suppress a smile. "It's Hogsmeade weekend. I'm a student who has all the right to leave this building, so I've relieved all the staff of their occupational duties. You're not my professor anymore—at least, not today."
"Checked all this up, didn't you?" Snape asked.
"Yep. You don't think Potions textbooks are the only things I read?"
Another pause.
"So . . ." Harry said, languidly kissing a line from Snape's jaw to his collarbones.
"I love you," Snape said. "And the bedroom's that way."
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So. What do you think? Worth waiting (*ahem*) two months for? REVIEW, please! I'm in the middle of final-exam week and I need them so I wouldn't go insane!
(::hopes that the guilt clause works::)
