A/N: Hullo, you honestly didn't think I would let Harry go back so soon did ya? Nope! Again much OOC'ness but it fits the story. I didn't like the ending to this chapter but if I'd written any more it would probably have become a double chapter.
Chapter Six: Fallen Angel
Harry stopped in the hallway. Severus had attempted to follow him but Harry had spelled the door shut and even if he hadn't, Severus didn't really seem in a fit state to be moving, let alone running after a seeker.
He rested against the hallway wall sliding down until he was sitting on the floor with his knees in front of him. He ran his hands through his hair and shut his eyes as if blocking out the light in the hall would solve the conflicts going on within him. That kiss had been nothing like he had ever felt, sure he's had boyfriends and even a girlfriend or two that he cared about, but that kiss had hit him hard and emotional turmoil was not something he liked to deal with.
It had been everything he had ever wanted, it felt safe and warm and loving and hot. The kind of Romeo and Juliet type thing, only he didn't love Snape. . .
For almost all of fifth, sixth and seventh year Harry had been getting extra lessons. He got Higher Advanced charms; he got Higher Advanced transfiguration and all of the curricular subjects in Higher Advanced.
He also got other lessons though, almost all from Snape. He had potions, but on top of that he got, Dark Arts, Defence against The Dark Arts, Latin, Deception, Dulling, Fighting (with swords, bow and arrow and other weapons) and martial arts. He had done blocks of them all, and had for most of fifth and sixth year forgone a life in order to train for fighting in the war. That had changed in seventh year when he simply flat out refused to, but he still spent a substantial amount of his free time on extra classes. So in turn he spent an un godly amount of time with Snape.
He had gotten to know the man well. Harry mused. He could almost read the mans mind. The subtle gestures, the way he always straightened the right sleeve of his robed when he was angry about something but wouldn't voice it.
Harry put all these things down to spending so much time with him, and wanting to stay one step ahead of him so that he could avoid trouble. Yet, there was a part of him that loved that he could read Snape better than even Dumbledore could. Even before tonight night he had liked the fact that he could see a part of the man that no one else could. It had never occurred to Harry till that very moment that Severus had consciously let Harry see thet much of him.
He couldn't leave now. He had to make sure Sev, well he didn't actually know what he had to do but he had to see the young Slytherin again.
He approached the door nervously. The sound of Severus struggling with the door had subsided a few minutes ago, he pressed his ear to the thin wooden door to try and hear Severus, and what her heard shocked him. Snape, grumpy git of all time was singing. He couldn't make out the words but the melody was soft and mournful and had a flowing elegance most could never pull off with practice let alone when they were drunk.
Harry closed his eyes again, this time not to shut anything out but rather to try and draw Severus's voice around him. The man was an angel; clever, graceful, captivating, with an unearthly voice and doomed to walk the world, he was a fallen angel, and he would one day be Harry's. Snape was Harry's fallen angel.
This was it, Harry mused, this was when the world should end, the apocalypse was due right now, and he could just imagine the conversation between the Devil and his minions. 'Oh yes, Mr Potter has' … 'yes the boy with the big ol' scar on his forehead, has just described Severus Snape' … 'Yes the greasy Git who teaches potions. Well Potter just described him as his fallen angel, so as per my' … 'OK, OK, sorry as per OUR bet with God we get to destroy the universe. Wont that be a blast?'
Oh well, he didn't like the universe much anyway. He dropped the locking charms and slid in as quietly as he could. The sight that greeted him stole his breath, Severus was lying on the shag rug with a bottle of vodka in one hand staring at the fire with the same intent look he had given his drink earlier. He was still singing, occasionally taking a swig from the bottle, apparently he hadn't yet noticed Harry.
Harry kept as still as he could. He still couldn't make out the words to the song but daren't go any closer so he just stood watching his fallen angel sing. As the song finished Harry glanced at the clock. Lucky it was a Friday, he hopped Severus wasn't going to be missed tomorrow, however he certainly was but he could just tell people he was tied up with lessons or something.
It was nearing 4am and Harry was getting really tired, but he stayed there watching Severus, after some fifteen minutes Severus fell asleep and Harry lifted him up, with great difficulty and laid him on the sofa and tucked Snape's cloak around him. He didn't really want to go raking through Severus's rooms while the man was asleep but he didn't want to just leave him on the floor to sleep.
Once Sev was comfy Harry sat down on the other sofa for a minute to rest, he would travel back to his time, get some rest and then on Sunday go see Snape, if the man remembered anything things could go on from there. Yes, Harry yawned widely, that was a good idea, he'd just close his eyes for a few seconds and then he would go.
Sevs soft breathing and the occasional crackle of the fire lulled Harry deeper into unconsciousness until he was curled up on the sofa just as soundly asleep as the Slytherin and not likely to wake up for hours.
The sounds of a hangover tortured teen roused Harry from his slumber, the clock on the wall read 10am. He was so screwed! Why had he fallen asleap. The grumbling continued and was followed up by some colourful swearing in a verity of languages, and then a pleading for a handover cure. Harry stiffly got up from his makeshift bed and raked around in the drinks cabinet for a bottle of familiar red liquid. He was an expert on hangover cures, he knew exactly which ones worked and which didn't, he had used almost every verity of them.
Harry Passed it to Sev who still had his eyes clamped shut for fear of any sort of light.
"Thanks." He scrunched up his face as he swallowed it. Slowly cracking one eye open he looked Harry up and down before opening the other one.
"Who are you?" Severus asked hazily, still half asleep.
"Oh, Um…"
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