They stayed cuddled up in bed for some time. Finally, Severus raised up on his elbow. He looked tense, slightly anxious.
"Do you know that what we have done is... forbidden, don't you?"
"Why? I have already reached the age of consent," protested Harry.
"The Ministry forbids any sexual relationship between a teacher and a student. The reason for this prohibitio is that a teacher is in a position of power, and he can coerce the student into it."
"Well, you haven't coerced me!"
"You and I know that, but they don't. It would be worse if we had had... anal sex, but I would go to Azkaban for just one kiss," murmured.
"Then nobody will know. Never."
Harry tried to embrace him, but Snape retreated.
"Time to get up, Mr. Potter."
"When I've wanted to get out of bed, you wouldn't let me. Now that I want to stay... You're really a sadistic bastard."
"Language, Mr. Potter! And you have already stayed in this bed long enough. It's time for tea."
Snape got up, opened the closet, took out one of his black robes and put them on. Harry sat up in bed and put his robe on too.
After tea, they went out of the castle, and took the path that led to Hagrid's
hut, where they would gather some herbs to refill Snape's stock.
A soft breeze rustled through the trees. It was nice being outdoors, after all that time. Harry lifted his eyes to the wizard who once was his most loathed professor.
"Why, even hating me, you've always protected me?"
"I had a life debt with your father, and many debts with the Headmaster. And he believes you are our most powerful weapon against the Dark Lord."
"You never believed that, did you?"
"It doesn't matter if I believe or not," said Snape. "Why are you asking me this? You don't think that I am *lusting* after you since you were eleven, do you?"
Harry blushed and didn't say a thing.
"I'm not a monster," declared Snape. "I have never touched one of my students before."
"I know that!" Harry protested. His heart seemed to sink in his chest. "Please, don't do that!"
"What?"
"Don't talk about it as it is something... dirty."
The green eyes met the black ones. They kept walking, and then Snape flung his arm around Harry's shoulders. With a smile on his lips, the boy wrapped his arm around the older wizard's waist.
Perhaps it was better not to talk, and not think too much about it. Everything
was so new to Harry.
After many days, the sun touched the paleness of their skins. Harry knew he
still had to recover his magic and face the nightmares, the war and the most
powerful dark wizard in the universe; but as they walked, arms around each other,
through the trees, Harry felt a strange tranquillity and happiness inside him.
Author's Notes:
As I'm not a plagiarist, I'll tell you: "I'm not a monster" is a quote
by Telanu, from her brilliant Tea Series. If you haven't read this classic Snarry
story, go there (http: // www.amplexus.org / ~telanu )
OK, now I'll have a break. See you in one or two weeks, in this same bat story.
(Nooo! Snape is not a vampire!)
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