A/N: omg i am soooooooooooo sorry i know this is reaaaallly late, and on top of everything else it's really short, but i've had a lot going on lately, but everything's better now and i already have an idea for the next chapter, as well as i've almost finished the next Chapter of Standing in the Rain, and started a new Twilight fanfic, so i've been busy and i'm going to promist to at least try my best to be sure that this hug gap doesn't happen again, again i'm sorry and i promise that the next chapter will be longer than this.

Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter, or the characters...just the situation i've placed them in

Chapter 5 :

Harry awoke feeling safe, something he couldn't remember ever feeling. He realized he was curled against a warm surface, and even though the pain was still noticeable, he was able to ignore it for even the briefest of seconds, and that was all the time he needed to realize that he had fallen asleep holding onto his feared Potions Master. Wincing in pain, he tried to pull away, and the arms around him tightened slightly before relaxing enough that Harry was able to pull away without waking the professor and he was able to shift to the other side of the bed. He curled into a ball, trying desperately to force the pain away.

He was dimly aware of hands gently uncurling his limbs, but he didn't want that. He didn't want to move and cause more pain, though the words were too hard to try and force out to tell the person that. Harry tried to open his eyes, so at least he could give whoever it was a look for even attempting to try and move him, but all he managed was to open them a crack and the face was blurry but there was enough black surrounding the pale face that he was willing to bet almost anything that it was Professor Snape standing over him. He tried to focus on the voice he could faintly hear, anything to get his mind off of the pain.

"It'll be okay, but you have to relax or it's just going to hurt more. Just slowly breathe your way through it and relax. Can you tell me, or show me where it hurts more?" Severus slowly put the covers over the tense boy laying on the bed.

Harry just wanted to curl back up, but there was a hand on his chest preventing that, and he knew that talking was a lost cause, so he painfully lifted his hand and placed it on his chest, but soon regretted moving as it just caused the pain to spike in intensity.

"Okay, I'll be right back, I have something that should help. Try to stay laying flat on your back," Severus rushed to the attached bathroom and got a strong pain reliever from the medicine cabinet above the sink, before going back to the bedside, "I'll help you sit up so you can take this without choking on it."

Harry sat up with his professor's help, and couldn't help but lean against him to help him remain sitting upward and allowed him to pour the foul tasting liquid into his mouth, even swallowing it willingly, anything to help the pain go away had to be a good thing. He sighed in relief as the pain went away minimally, but even that slight lessening of pain made him feel loads better than he woke up feeling.

"Thank you," he whispered, as he was lowered back into a laying position.

"You're welcome," Severus placed the empty vial on the bedside table, "Try to get some more sleep and I'll see about getting you something to eat."

"Yes sir," Harry obediently closed his eyes and was almost instantly asleep.