Chapter Four

Osiris jumped, falling off the bed. Whimpering at the sudden cold and jarring pain, "What?"

Gathering his surprised wits as well as becoming speechless at the sight of a barely dressed and attractively looking, sleepy War Mage, Severus fought to remain detached, "What do you think you're doing in my bedroom, let alone my bed?"

"Uh, you invited me?" Blushing bright red, knowing he was now standing in his old Potions Professor's bedroom dressed only in a pair of dark green, red stitched boxers, especially ones with a very inappropriate hissing silver snake with gold eyes slithering about, Osiris tried to play innocent.

Onyx eyes flared into a deadly glare, "I have never invited anyone into my private rooms. And I would never start, no matter what senses I had lost."

"Actually, Severus, you did. You were steadily drinking last night when I arrived. We had a small discussion before you made me lie down in your bed."

Enraged, Severus couldn't or wouldn't believe a word, "Last night, Mage? I haven't forgotten last night, Potter!" He deliberately used his hated student's real name, his mind had begun to remember with each moment awake and sober.

Osiris flinched at the hated hissing tone. He had been hoping Severus would have forgotten but Lady Luck never was on his side. As Harry Potter, he would always find trouble or trouble would find him. "Which part?"

Arms crossed and his face scrunched into a dark scowl, Severus missed the fact that his evil persona worked better when he was in his black billowing robes, not in his silk dark blue boxers with two tiny bubbling gold cauldrons on either side of his hips and a fluttering silver snitch moving about. "I have never needed a Potter in my life."

Osiris wisely kept quiet as the deceptively calm tone continued, "Despite what your wretched father may had thought, I refuse to have any Potter constantly stalking me. Nor do I need any more idiotic Gryffindors getting their joyous kicks out of tormenting the 'slimy, disgusting, pathetic' Potions Professor."

"Sev…"

"Silence, Potter. And for Salazar's sake, stay that way." Severus refused to allow one more person think they could play with his mind or try to win over his emotions only to break his heart with pranks. He was a Slytherin. He could take care of himself without needing anyone nor fall for any games not situated for his goals.

Osiris couldn't be quiet, he needed to speak. "Severus, I'm sorry about the guardian angel thing but I refuse to lose you. I'm not perfect, I make mistakes. But I'm not James Potter."

"Get out."

"Severus."

The dark haired pale man stepped back from the advancing Mage, "Just leave, Mage. Now."

At first Osiris was pained but a part of him realized the man had said Mage. There just might be a chance to convince the older wizard. With that fleeting thought, he swiftly dressed. "This is yours." He pulled something from his pockets, "She-Demon granted it to you as a gift as my chosen mate."

Severus watched with narrow eyes as the Mage dropped a small satchel onto his bed. Then the Mage walked away. A part of him wanted to have the man back into his bed but the bigger part of him refused to let the Gryffindor too close. Once he was sure the Mage's presence was no longer felt, he dumped the pouch. Onyx eyes widened in shock as bundles of the most rarest potion ingredients tumbled freely, even vials of blood and various black feathers with colour tips from Fallen Angels.

He felt very anxious to start experimenting but a closer look froze him, "A gift to a mate." His hands trembled against the soft satchel, which had the words engraved with a fiery stitching. He couldn't, wouldn't, touch them until he was very sure what was going on. Especially with a persistent Mage, desperate to gain his affections.

Never had he had anyone willing to go to any length for him without some type of harmful intentions. He, Severus Snape, the greasy git of Slytherin, the loner who loved potions, the ugly hooked nose bastard, the most hated Professor at Hogwarts, was being chased by the famous Harry Potter, The-Boy-Turned-Man-Who-Lived, the man who could have anyone, the man with brilliant emerald green eyes, the man who was very attractive, the man who seemingly just wanted Severus with no alternative motivations.