A/N:  K this chappy is really short, I wrote it in 20 minutes, I'm sick and have been in bed all day and was only aloud on the comp to check my emails but I really wanted to get this out ASAP so its short and rushed but at least you know what's going on.  I'm not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow.   

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Chapter fifteen:  Come Back Alive

    "Harry."  Severus looked briefly into Harry's eyes but felt his resolve wavier with the sorrow he saw in them and so looked away almost instantly.  "I hardily think this is appropriate.  Maybe I should remind you of your obligations to Mr. Malfoy."  Severus bit down on his lip.  He did not like the thought of the young Malfoy any where near his Harry but Draco could offer Harry a life he couldn't.

    Sev at least hadn't denied he had feelings for Harry.

    "Severus, I am not going out with Draco.  We are just friends.  You could say we're using it as a cover story, we are friends, and we were once something more but not for a long time now and never again."

    "Very well, however there is still the matter of me being your teacher."

    "You're just hiding behind that!  I bet lots of teachers have had relationships with there pupils."  Harry gripped tightly onto the sleeves of Severuss's robes; afraid the man would just turn round and walk out at any moment.  He was well past pleading; he would not lose Severus, not when he had only just discovered the extent of his feelings. 

    "Harry let go of me."

    "No."

    "Harry, you are only proving your immaturity not let go of me!"

    "I'm not immature!  I have been through to much to be immature!  I put aside my House rivalry, something even you haven't been able to do!  How can you call me immature?"

    "Because, you are living in some sort of fantasy land if you think that people will not have a problem with me corrupting the famous Hero.  They will abandon you, judge you by me.  Do they not always say judge a person by the company they keep?  They will see me as a Death Eater, what does that reflect on you?" 

    "I don't care what people think Sev!"  Harry tried to pull Severus closer but the Potions Master stood stone still.

    "Harry, it's not just that.  I am a spy.  If Voldemort found out he would use me to get to you.  Even if you didn't care what people think it would have to be a secret unless Voldemort is destroyed."

    "We can keep it a secret.  Please Sev, Please."

    "Harry, this will never work."  Severus wrenched himself from Harry's grip and walked to the front of the class room. 

    "It will!"  Harry could feel hot tears burn his eyes.  He would not look weak in front of Severus, he wouldn't. 

    "Harry stop this now.  It will not work.  I will not let it."  I would never be the reason you were in danger.  Severus didn't say the last bit however his heart dearly wished he would. 

    "I won't give up."  Harry said in a steely voice before walking up to the front of the classroom and planting a chaste kiss on the stunned Potions Masters lips and walking out. 

    Harry's mind was a blaze, his hart was beating a million times a second and his legs felt like they would give in at any moment.  He had left the potions classroom only seconds before and was walking aimlessly trying to work out what the hell he was supposed to do next. 

    Severus had told him flat out no.  It hurt Harry more than any brush off had but he wouldn't give up.  He was at least part Gryffindor after all and willing to fight for him if needs be. 

    He just had to come up with a way to win him back.  That was probably Draco's department though.  Currently the Blond would be out with the Ravenclaw boy so it would have to wait.

    Harry ambled up to the Gryffindor common room and settled into a chair by the fire where Ron and Dean were chatting about Quidditch strategies. 

    "So Harry, when's the next team practice?"  Dean asked, Harry was thankful he hadn't come up with something about Draco.  That was the last thing he needed right now.

    "Wednesday night, if I can book the pitch." 

    "Brilliant, so what do you think the Ravenclaws tactics are going to be?  Ron thinks they are going to be really into the defective side.  Collin apparently saw them practicing." 

    The conversation lifted Harry's spirits and helped him forget about his problems with Sev.  He could deal with them later if he needed to.

    His scar started to burn.  It was just a sort of dull ach.  Not nearly as bad as it used to be before he had found a dampening spell to weaken the link between him and Voldemort.  Harry looked panic-stricken and Ron knew what was wrong immediately.

    "Mate, is there another DE meeting?"

    "Yeah.  He's summoning every one."

    "Fuck."

    "Yeah."  Harry didn't tell Ron but his number one concern was Sev.  He had seen what the man looked like after death eater meetings, it was not pretty.

    He went up to his dorm and started writing short notes.  On to Dumbledore to tell him the rough number of death eaters were going to be at the meeting, one to Poppy to instruct her to get ready for Severus when ever he came back and one to Sev himself that simply read, 'Come back alive.  I need you.' 

    Sending them all off with Hedwig he went back to the common room ignoring Dean who was trying to find out what was wrong.  Soon after he went up to his room to get his invisibility cloak, he couldn't stand just waiting around.

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