Fill The Void
Chapter 2
Darkness. No, a fog. Clouds of haze passing slowly over his mind. Sunlight. Birds.
Huh?
Birds?
"Harry?" someone was calling him. Was it Snape? No, a girl.
Must. Open. Eyes.
Slowly but surely Harry Potter opened his brilliant green eyes.
Hermione's bushy hair was the first thing Harry saw before she threw herself onto him in a ferocious hug. "We were SO worried!" squealed Hermione.
Harry blinked at her for a few seconds before she exclaimed "Oh!" and handing him his glasses.
Ron looked nervously over Hermione's shoulder. "How're you doing mate?" He scuffed his right toe nervously against the tile floor of the Hospital Wing.
The patient shrugged. "I feel okay, I think," he sighed and stretched his arms. Apart from the splitting pain resonating all through his body, Harry was actually telling the truth. He didn't really remember why he felt so good today. Maybe the same reason why he couldn't remember what happened last night.
Madame Pomfrey chose that moment to bustle into the Infirmary. "You're fine Mr. Potter. The headmaster would want to see you," Harry's eyes went wide for a moment, "but we can't find him right now. I think he's away on Ministry business. You may all go."
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"Harry?" Hermione asked. She was bustling down the hallway at an incredible speed.
"Yea?" he replied dreamily. He was in his own little world since they had left the Hospital Wing. He stared at the rotten brown shoes the Dursley's had given him for his last birthday. The best birthday present they'd ever bother to throw at him. He was mulling thing over in his head when Hermione asked him an unexpected question.
"Why do you cut yourself?" she asked bluntly.
"Hermione!" screamed Ron.
Harry was frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. All the memories of cutting, of Severus and recent events came back to him in a big wave.
Suddenly Harry turned and sprinted towards the dungeons. Neither Ron or Hermione followed him.
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Professor Snape looked livid.
Harry swore he could see a large vein pounding menacingly on his temple.
"Potter!" yelled Snape. "What are you doing in my private rooms?!"
The taller man crossed the distance between them in two strides, leaving a very naked Severus standing in front of a bewildered Harry Potter.
Much to Harry's dismay, he looked down, blushed, and looked back up just as quickly to find Snape staring at him with burning, obsidian eyes. "So...sorr...sorry, sir," stuttered Harry. He fumbled with his glasses, bringing up his hand to straighten them but accidentally brushing against Snape's very bare chest while doing so.
Harry registered a slight shiver that ran through his teacher at the touch and it left a warm sensation tingling on Harry's hand.
"Detention, Mr. Potter!" Severus breathed in a hoarse whisper. If Harry hadn't been standing so close he might have missed it.
Harry was stunned. He just stood there in front of a very wet and naked Potion's Master. 'He has a very sexy body," Harry thought, as he stood there. 'And why do I think my professor is hot?"
Harry looked again and saw Snape shivering from the cold dungeons.
"Oh!" Harry turned to leave. "Sir?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Severus replied, really starting to lose his patience.
"You really shouldn't keep your dungeons so cold," Harry quirked a smile and was gone.
Grumpy look firmly in place, Severus padded into his room, not even bothering to get dressed and flopped onto his bed with a loud sigh. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon.
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Sometime later, there was a knock at the door. Severus quickly pulled on a pair of low rise black jeans that desperately needed a belt and padded to the bedroom door.
A "Hello Uncle Sev," came with the body on the other side of the door. "How are you Uncle Sev?" Severus rolled his eyes.
"Better before you intruded," growled Severus. Draco seemed to ignore his bad mood with surprising ease. "What do you want?" Severus asked with a sigh.
Draco gave that smile. The evil, malicious smile that he must have picked up from his late father. Lucius Malfoy had dueled with Severus during the final battle, when Harry opened up the Great Void. Severus wondered if Draco blamed or even hated him for his father's death.
But at this moment, Draco was wearing his father's smile and it put Severus on edge. "Draco?" he asked cautiously. This might be a very bad turn of events.
"Dear Uncle," uhoh, "Have you given any thought to the welfare of Harry?" Draco asked sweetly. When did Draco ever call Harry anything but Potter? Very curious.
Severus answered honestly none the less, "Yes, Draco, I think we'll have to let the headmaster personally deal with Potter." He emphasized Potter, trying to get Draco to pretend to behave as his normal, upfront self.
Draco didn't look very surprised, which made Severus even more suspicious. He immediately asked his next, obviously premeditated question. "Wouldn't it be better if you talked to Harry?" Severus tried his best to ignore the rest of the comments. The question made him uncomfortable.
"I mean," Draco continued, "you two would make great friends if you just had a conversation or something." The dark haired man's eyes slit dangerously. "Maybe you could someday be lovers too," Draco finished. He darted out the open door and up the dungeon staircase.
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Harry, who sat in the infirmary getting his check up, was surprised when a sweaty and out of breath Malfoy ran into the hospital wing.
"Help!" Draco whispered frantically. Harry glanced at Madame Pomfrey's office door, which was thankfully closed. "Snape's after me," continued the wide eyed Slytherin.
Harry was rolling his eyes when a large boom came from down the hallway and a very very angry Snape yelled down the hall. "Draco!! I WILL KILL YOU!" and Harry, for one, believed him.
"Under the bed. Quick!!" he whispered to Draco. The blonde hair had just disappeared under the hanging sheets when an enraged Potion's Master burst open the infirmary doors. His eyes narrowed on Harry and walked up to him in a flurry of robes.
"Where is he Potter?" Snape hissed in a deadly voice. He was going to kill Draco.
"I…I…I don…I don't know, sir," Harry stuttered.
Suddenly, Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room, took one look at Severus, who was holding Harry by the collar and exploded.
"Severus Snape!" she screeched. Severus cringed.
"Madame Pomfrey, I can…"
"I don't want to hear it!" which shut Severus up immediately. "Get out of my Hospital Wing this instant and stay out until you can treat my patients with a little more respect!"
Severus slowly released Harry and stalked out of the room with as much finess as he'd entered with, if not a little less upset.
Madame Pomfrey quickly nodded, which Harry supposed meant he was dismissed and slammed her office door shut. Draco slithered from underneath Harry's bed.
"That was close," he said with a sigh. As an afterthought, he threw in a "Thanks."
"What got him so angry?" Harry asked in wonder.
"You," Draco answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry nodded in understanding. "What about me?"
"Well I was being presumptuous and told him you two would make good friends and maybe even a good couple," Draco baited coolly.
Harry sat fish mouthed, staring in the general direction Snape just exited. "How do you even know I'm gay?" he asked, though he really was curious as to how Draco knew he had a crush on Snape.
"I'll eat a sock if you're not gay, Harry Potter," he said to Harry's amazement. He poked Harry for emphasis.
Of course, Harry was but he only assumed Draco would tell the world. The last thing Harry wanted was more publicity.
"I can't prove that I'm not gay, if that's what you're staring at me so smugly for," Harry snarked.
Draco smiled. "Well I can," Draco said flatly.
He kissed Harry, pining him down to the bed. The red faced Harry struggled for am oment but then moaned loudly into Draco's mouth, who was about to pull away when the infirmary door swung open.
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Severus was sulking quietly back down the hall thinking about how he should apologize to Harry, though he hated to admit he was even considering it. He heard a low moan coming form the infirmary.
"Oh my god," he whispered. He turned on his heel in a very un-Snapeish way and sprinted towards in the Hospital Wing.
The sight laying before him was his nephew groping the boy who lived.
"Draco Malfoy!" roared Severus. Harry panicked, shoving Draco from his bed where he landed in a mess of sheets.
Surveying the scene, Severus said the one thing which made most sense. "Detention, Mr. Malfoy." And with that he stalked down to his dungeons for a stiff drink.
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