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Chapter eighteen: She Will Have to Go!
Harry was drifting off into sleep, a feeling of warm contentment washed over him. Severus was already asleep, an arm slung protectively around the younger boy and his head buried in the crook of Harry's neck.
Harry was exhausted, their earlier 'activities' had left him pleasantly comatose and every one of his limbs felt heavy. He really would like to feel like this more often he mused.
Severus' soft rhythmic breathing was slowly pulling him down into sleep, but Harry was fighting it as best he could, the sweet dreams potion would have worn off and the moment Severus woke up he was going to have to face the man's big bad more cold and unapproachable than ice routine. All he wanted to do was lye like this forever.
Eventually Harry too fell asleep, for the first time in his lovers' arms. Neither of the sleeping couple was aware of the debate going on out side the room between Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey. They had, about halfway through their love making shattered the silencing spell they were so loud and the problems that ensued were not something that Dumbledore had planned on.
"Poppy, I am sure he was just dreaming." The headmaster had a familiar twinkle in his eye and bore a smile that would make anyone disbelieving of his innocent tone.
"Albus, you cannot be serious, there is someone else in there! I swear there were two voices."
"I am sure you are just imagining it." Most teachers would have known to leave it at that, Dumbledore did know every thing that went on in the castle, if he deemed something fit to be left alone then it was. However, Poppy was fuming. It was her patient, she was responsible for his welfare and not only was he under the influence of a sweet Dreams potion but he was in no fit state for strenuous activities, he would be exhausted tomorrow, he had classes to teach. She had been polite enough to wait until they were finished, to her endless embarrassment. But it was her patient she would not let anything else happen!
"Do not tell me what I can and cant hear headmaster, who ever that 'Dancer' is, she will have to go!"
"Really, give the man some privacy." Albus chuckled, Poppy was always headstrong when it came to her patients, she was especially protective over Severus because she had to treat him so often.
"I don't care who she is I just want her out. Severus has to have his rest." With that she opened the door and stepped in, Albus just laughed to himself and hunted around in his robes for a bag of Sherbet lemons, he had a feeling he would need something to give Poppy to suck on to stop her ranting. He was very glad that Harry's head of house had left though. As much as he loved the woman he had a feeling she would not be altogether pleased with her star pupils' choice of partner.
Poppy shrieked and stood staring wide eyed at the seen before her. Severus and Harry seemed to fit together perfectly; they were curled up so close it was hard to see where one finished and the other began.
Albus walked in behind her and handed her a bag of sour candy before turning to look at the couple with an expression of fond joy on his face. He would never have guessed Severus would give in so easily, but he had guessed of Harry's feelings, long before even the boy himself had.
Severus stirred, a light sleeper by nature the noise Pomfrey had made had woken him immediately. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that the Medi witch would think he was still asleep and that her want for him to get some rest would out weigh her want of an explanation. As it was he was right, after some gormless attempts at outrage Dumbledore pulled her out for the room and thoughtfully cast another silencing charm around Sev's and Harry's room.
"Harry." He whispered shaking the warm body next to him. It felt nice to wake up to have someone there, but Severus remembered every thing that had happened, he had to explain it to Harry, and hope the boy realised that noting should have ever happened, and find away for them to explain what had happened between them to Pomfrey.
"Morning," Harry said with a silly smile, still very sleepy, "told ya it wasn't a dream."
"Harry, this is important." Severus sounded impatient.
"Sev, please relax, I know about the potion. I also know you call me dancer by the way." Harry turned in the bed to face Severus with a cheeky grin.
Harry lent forward and kissed Severus, hoping to cut of any of the long list of words that were likely to cascade out of that delicious mouth at any moment.
"I do no such thing." Severus growled, pulling away from the kiss adamantly.
"Yes you do." Harry snaked his hands around Severus' hips.
"Harry, listen to me would you? Poppy just came through with Dumbledore." Harry laughed, but Severus looked like it was the end of his world. "Look, you insolent little brat, I was under the influence of a potion, this does not change what I said before, I am almost a full 20 years older than you, I am old enough to be your father, I am a Death Eater are you seeing the pattern of bad circumstances here? Now get off me."
"And go where exactly Sev?" Harry held a sharp edge to his voice, all the laughter cut off momentarily. "Go out to face Poppy and The Headmaster? What would you have me tell them? For that matter what are you going to tell them? I am your sweetest dream, you can't deny that. Not any more, so stop this hard done to attitude, what ever self torment you got going on I'm bored of it. Albus gave you a second chance, so why can't you do the same? I don't know all that much about your past, I am willing to learn though, but what ever you did, it's not worth hurting the both of us is it?" Harry had meant to keep a hard, feeling less tone to his voice but he ended up pleading, he just couldn't understand why Severus was so determined to destroy this before it even got going.
Severus looked at Harry, when had the boy gotten so demanding? No one would usually dare to say those things to him, every one was scared stiff of him, he made damn sure of that, so when had he let the boy wave so deeply under his skin? Severus chose not to answer that, not particularly liking the answer he was bound to come up with.
"Harry get some sleep, we both have classes in the morning, we'll worry about Pomfrey then." Harry smiled triumphantly and snuggled closer to the slim form of his Potions Master, cringing at the thought of the rest of the day. It was already 5:30 am, Harry knew for a fact that Sev usually got up at 6am, still he let out a contented sigh and drifted off, he didn't notice when Severus put an arm around him and drew them closer together. God help him, but Severus was so close to giving into the little brat.
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