Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter

A/N: My toothbrush is in a ziploc bag! This is from Severus' point of view because there probably isn't much going through Harry's mind. It's not the best, I know, but I liked it. And I did get this done before! Surprise! Umm, I may change my mind and re-write it, but meh... well let me know what you think I should do and Enjoy!

Extra A/N: In ch2 I used Manically Depressed to describe Harry. I thought it suited the situation Harry was in because, as descrbied later in the story, he still had stuff to look forward too. So his emotions would still be all fucked up because Snape's dead - no job - no wife... but still a couple mistresses... which wouldn't excatly be mistresses since he's not married now... but... you know what I mean. And when Snape died he didn't realize the feelings he had for him. So he'd have his highs and lows, but when I get back home (and I can edit it properly) I'll fix it.

Until Death and After

Chapter Five: Too Much

I walked into the room, immediately regretting my reactions. An, intoxicated, Harry lay on the floor with a glazed look in his eyes. "Severus," he managed to slur from his mouth. "I found some beers."
He held out a bottle for me to have. "I'm good," I said and sat down on the bed.
"Awe, you're such a drag," he said and tried to stand up.
He toppled over, causing me catch him. He smiled showing off his teeth. "Maybe you should lay down," I said, lifting him back onto his feet.
"Maybe I should," he smiled as if he said something intelligent.
"Where'd you get the beer?" I asked, calmly.
What doctor would give him something like that? "I'm not telling," he giggled.
I took the bottle he had in his hand. "How many have you had?" I looked into the almost empty bottle.
"Pfft," he rolled his eyes and sat down beside me. "Only four. Usually I can hold my liquor better."
"I doubt you've ever had a beer in your life," I said.
He stared at me with his deep brown eyes and poked me lightly in the side. "I will, so I thought I'd start a little early," he said. "You should take a drink," he pushed the beer close to my lips.
I watched him impatiently and pushed it away. "I'm fine," I said.
"Come on," he fluttered his eyelashes as if he was an appealing female whore. He pushed it closer to my lips. "A little tiny sip?" His eyes watched mine. He pushed it up against my lips and lifted it up. "It's not gonna hurt."
I snatched it from him. "Dammit, fine," I took a drink of the liquid.
He took the bottle back from me. "You realize that was just the equivalent of a kiss," he wrapped his arm tightly around my waist.
"What?" I stood up, avoiding the youth's grasp.
Harry blinked for a moment. "Severus, my throat's burning," he said.
I hoped that meant he was sobering up, but that would mean I'd have some good luck for once. He leaned over as his eyes started to water. I stepped closer to him, hoping that he wouldn't attempt to grab me again. He slightly reached out to grab my hand, but I moved it away. His eyes began to water as he lowered his head closer to the ground. Tears hit the floor. "Oh shit, you didn't take the antidote, did you?" I asked.
Harry lay down on the ground. "W-What?" he asked.
I noticed the full bottle still on the desk. "Harry, listen to me, okay?" I said to the boy on the floor. "Are you listening?" I asked. He nodded and tilted his head to one side. "Are you sober enough to make a decision?"
He nodded and sat up. "I think so," he said.
"How many fingers?" I asked holding up three fingers.
He turned a light red. "I needed to talk to you about that. I see... three... but... I think I need a higher prescription," he said.
I nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I can do," I said. "You remember the antidote, right?" I said and picked up the bottle.
He smiled. "Yeah... that'll make the pain stop, right?"
"It will... but you turned it down previously," I said.
He stood up. "I was... afraid I guess, and if I change my mind then I can just ask Draco for another."
I nodded and handed him the potion. "That's true," I said.
He swirled the potion and stared at it for a moment. "Let's make a toast," he smiled and handed me a glass of water. "Since you won't drink," he winked lightly.
I chuckled and took the glass of water from him. "Okay, you have something planned?" I asked.
He stepped close to me. I watched him flinch from the obvious pain he was in. "Something I've wanted to say for too long," he said and held out his glass. "This toast is for you Severus Snape because I will love you until your death, and long after it."
I felt my jaw drop and any colour that was in my face leave it. Harry continued a stupid smile on his face as if he said something wonderful and witty. He leaned to tap the glasses together and chugged the antidote. "W...What?" I said, too quietly.
"That tastes horrible," he said, ignoring me.
He looked around and pulled a beer from behind his back. "You've had too much," I said and attempted to grab the bottle from him.
He pulled it away causing me to miss. "Come on," he said. "A little more."
"Where are you hiding those?" I asked.
His eyes glanced someplace. "Hiding?" he smiled innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Again, I tried to snatch the bottle away from him. Even though he was drunk out of his mind, he was still rather fast. He grabbed my arm and latched on to it. "I'll let you finish that bottle if you tell me where the remainder are," I said.
He looked at me and smiled lightly. His body moved up against mine. "I'll continue drinking this drink, and – for a kiss – I'll tell you where the remainder is," he said, pushing his face against my sleeve.
I looked down at the youth on my arm. He was taller then I last remembered. He watched me hopefully. "Harry," I started. He touched my face lightly. "I can't. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't."
He looked down again moving his hand from my face. He tightened his grip around my arm like a child. He set down the beer on the floor. "You can take it all," he said. "I won't even finish this one."
I guessed he was sobering up, or at least putting common sense into the situation. He pulled me down with him, as he searched for a loose floorboard. "May I have my arm back?" I asked, not sure if I actually wanted him to let go.
His eyes looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said and smiled lightly. "I like it."
He let go of my arm and forced the floorboard up. "I found it. I didn't bring it myself, I promise," he said.
I picked up the beers from the hidden slot. "I think it's time for you to lay down okay?" I asked.
He stood up and nodded obediently. "I'm really sorry," he said.
"It's fine. I don't get hit on too often," I said.
He climbed into the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling. "I mean... for what I've said, and how rude I've been," he said.
I shrugged and shoved the floorboard back into place with my foot. "I've had worse said to me," I said.
I walked towards the door and opened it slightly. "Severus," Harry said and waited for me to turn around. He stared into me, making my stomach leap from nervousness. "I really do love you."
I nodded and walked from the room. What was I supposed to do? I flicked off the light on the outside and closed the door softly. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger watched me for a moment. "I didn't bring him beer," I said, noticing that Albus was watching me as well.
"What happened?" Albus asked.
I shrugged. "There was beer in his room and he found it. I got it," I said and handed it to him. "I wouldn't recommend seeing him... it's late anyway."
Albus watched me walk by. "I'm sorry if he said anything hurtful," he said as I stepped into the elevator.
I pressed the door close button. "Goodnight," I said.
"Or if he said the opposite," he said.
"Goodnight Albus," I said as the door closed.
No one was in the elevator except for my reflection staring back at me, tired and frustrated. I had seen too much of Mr. Potter.