A/N:  *Looks all sad and teary.*  I only got 4 reviews.  Don't you guys love me any more?  *Sniffles a little and shuffles her feet.*   Na, I'm joking; I can't actually believe people read this drivel in the first pace, you're all very patient. 

This chappy there is some actual physical Sev/Harry, but still nothing real, and I'm sorry, its stops just before it, um, gets going?  It's just that I'm not going to write a proper lemon, I would just screw it up big time. 

Big thank you's to the people who reviewed!  Much appreciated. 

Chapter seventeen:  Technicolour Potion

    It was one thirty in the morning by the time Harry got to the hospital wing.  He had been fraught with nerves for most of the day and now he was here he was even more nervous if that was possible, faced with the empty bed. 

    Severus wasn't back yet.  Poppy and the Head Master and sometimes another teacher would go out to collect him from out with the anti-apparition wards and then bring him in.  Harry leaned against the wall closest to the bed.  He was really tiered but he didn't risk sitting down, the invisibility cloak tended to make that hazardous.  Draco had once sat on him because of it. 

    Hushed voices filtered through the closed door about 2am.

    "Albus, really, he is in a terrible state.  He can't keep doing this."

    "My dear, you of all people know how much it pains me to see him like this but it is his own choice, and he would be hunted down if he left.  They are not very forgiving of traitors, as you well know."

    "Yes, but it get harder to bring him back every time like this.  He doesn't deserve it."  Harry had to force himself not to throw open the door and go see Severus then and there. 

    At last the door opened and Poppy came in with Severus suspended magically a couple of feet above the ground and Dumbledore and McGonagall following still deep in discussion. 

    Harry watched as Severus was lowered onto the bed and Pomfry administered the potions she'd been preparing earlier, whilst running off a list of injuries. 

    Harry watched as Dumbledore's gave flickered over him for a second.  Harry still wasn't sure if Dumbledore could see through the cloak or not but he was always un-nerved by the way the man always, almost but not quite locked eyes with him when he was invisible in a way no one else ever did.

    He reached out and took Severuses hand the moment Dumbledore left, just to be on the safe side.  The long elegant fingers were cold against his. 

    Harry watched Severus, the man had a bruise across this right cheek that even as he watched was fading, his obsidian eyes were shut lightly in a fitful sleep, his hair slightly covering his face.  Once the bruise had all but gone and Severus was sleeping deeper Harry removed the famed cloak and gently brushed aside the hair, taking a clear look at his fallen angel. 

    Severus stirred and opened his eyes a fraction.

    "Dancer."  He whispered.

    "Hu?"  Harry said keeping his voice just as soft and as 'not really there' as possible.

    "I'm dreaming about you again."  Severus had a contented look on his face that quite rightly worried Harry.  His professor was never happy.

    "It's not a dream professor, it's me Harry."  Harry was still trying to keep his voice down in an effort not to draw the attention of the three adults in the main wing of the infirmary. 

    "Dancer, you always say that, but I always wake up.  I don't want to wake up."  Severus reached out and pulled Harry to him.  Harry looked around franticly, trying to find out what was wrong with Sev.  His eyes lit on a small bottle on the bedside table with a technicolour potion in it.  It was a sweet dreams potion.  It was designed for people who had just come out of bad experiences.  It wasn't generally used because it had the side affect of keeping a person in their happy dreams for a full 3 hours weather they were awake or not.  It did do wonders for the patients though.  Made them feel happier and safer having just spent the past 3 hours in their happiest dream. 

    "Sev, shhh!"  Harry really knew he should pull away.  Sev was not in his right mind.  But Harry also knew this had to be Severus's sweetest dream, just another brick in the wall of reasons why they should be together.

    "Ok."  Severus lowered his voice to a breathy whisper and said something Harry didn't catch.  Leaning over the Gryffindor strained to hear.

    "Very clever move,"  Severus gave the inquisitive seeker a smirk before pulling Harry straight on top of him on the bed; it wasn't exactly hard because Harry had been leaning over any way trying to make out what Sev had said.

    "Sev."  Harry gasped as the older man flipped him not his back, pinning him to the hospital bed.  Without replying Severus kissed Harry, nibbling on his lower lip before Harry opened his mouth and slipped his tongue out to meet Sevs.  Groaning Harry arched up, wanting to be closer to the body who was pinning him.  It was as perfect as before, and Harry drowned himself in it.

    Severus ended the kiss and Harry protested loudly until he felt the feather light caresses trailing down his neckline to the top of his shirt which was promptly removed with a quietly uttered spell.   

    "Silencing charms."  Harry ground out as Severus began teasing him again.  A second spell was uttered and a wall of soundproofing encased their progressively louder moans and groans and gasps.  Harry was pleading with Severus only minutes later, dieing of ecstasy under Severus's expert administrations. 

~*~*~Tbc~*~*~