The Fire Within Chapter 13 Severus POV
Yay! Here we have Chapter 13! This is going to be from Severus' point of view. It was requested and I thought it would be fun to try. I don't know if I'll use his POV again. Would you like more chapter's with Severus' POV or would you like me to just stick to Harry's? I really enjoyed trying to get in his head and it was so much fun. I love Severus! Please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading and reviewing and adding this story to favorite/alert lists. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I love you guys so much. Thank you again. Please Review. I would love to hear from you.
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Potter looked perfectly happy at breakfast despite the fact that he had detention later that night whereas Malfoy looked quite angry. Severus knew the boy wouldn't give up his conquest for revenge on Potter. Malfoy would try something again, Severus saw the wheels turn in the blonds mind and he didn't like it one bit.
I'll be damned if I let Potter deal with it alone again. I knew I should have intervened sooner.
Severus heard everything that Malfoy said the day before. Good thing he didn't close his door, it was opened barely a crack, but every word that was said reached his ears, making his blood run cold then boil. It took all his self control not to say anything when Potter came by later that night. He wanted to give Potter a chance to tell him, but the boy never did. Despite what he'd told Potter the words said the night before stung. It reminded him a little too much of Lily, but no comparing mother and son although it's quite hard especially when Potter looked at him with those big emerald eyes, hair sticking out every which way.
Severus wanted Potter to come to him and tell what was going on. As usual Potter took it in his own hands which made a bigger mess than Severus expected to clean up. From the moment Potter confessed his love for Severus, Severus's world revolved around him. He tried his hardest to keep the distance not wanting to be involved with any one. Lily was the only person who had room in his heart or at least that's what he thought. Severus tried to ride the confession off as a prank, but that did not work in the least. It made Potter stand out more to him, making him hyper aware of the younger man whenever he was near Severus. Then he gave detention to Potter purposely prolonging his stay just so Potter would be in his presence all the longer. It was torture to have Potter near not able to touch him, wanting, trying to claim him in his own way without Potter knowing what he was doing. Severus finally gave in only to scare him away. Everything seemed to be one long winding road that led Merlin knows where, making Severus' head hurt. Tonight he would make amends for punishing Potter. When Severus had told him to leave his sight last night part of that was out anger that he was not informed of what was happening with Malfoy. He didn't want to hurt Potter, but the boy continued to do things that were not necessary. Didn't he know that Severus would help?
Severus removed himself from the Great Hall not wanting to linger near Potter when he knew he could not touch him in any way much less be friendly with him. He felt a familiar heated gaze on him. He barely realized that Potter's gaze had been following him a long time. He should have known those emerald eyes would be a source of torment and pleasure. Torment because they reminded him of a lost love and friend and pleasure because now he had the ability to express himself in a way that he'd never been allowed to till now. Sure he had lovers in the past. Be they women or man, it didn't matter as long as they quenched the ache that he had at the time. Who had time for love or relationships when they were working for the Dark Lord? No one. Or at least that's what Severus thought at the time. His heart was always reserved for someone who he could and never would have. But he was fine with how things were turning out for him so far.
Severus rushed past students as they started to trickle to their appointed first classes. He ran a hand through his bedraggled locks. He'd have to shower again before Potter came by tonight. The potion that he was preparing earlier made his had lank and greasy. He really didn't care if people knew him as greasy bastard, but the truth was he washed his hair every day. Have them work with potions everyday and see how their hair looks afterwards. Not that he was trying to look good for Potter. No way in hell. Although it still surprised Severus that such a young vibrant being wanted anything to do with him when Potter could have anyone he wanted. Man or woman. People fell over themselves to get to him. Severus saw it on a few occasions. That led him to another thought something he'd been contemplating since last night. He didn't want to give ammunition to Malfoy or any one else that happened to find out about him and Potter. Not that the headmaster didn't already know, but best to be safe for now. Severus swung open his door and prepared the ingredients for his first class while his mind raced with what he planned to tell Potter. He needed tell him that it would be better if they were friends until the younger man graduated. It caused a dull ache in his chest at the thought. He didn't think he was still able to feel such an ache, all the more reason to be Potter's friend now before he got too attached. Let him have the freedom to be with who he wanted and then when he graduated see if he still wanted to be with Severus. Severus thought there was no contest with some of the people that wanted to be with Potter. Like the younger Weasley girl. Always following him around, a searing hot rod of jealousy scorched through Severus' belly making him lean on the table in front of him to stop his hands from trembling. He smoothed his hands through his hair and down his robes, relieving them of invisible wrinkles. I'm going to have to keep my jealousy in check if I want this to work.
He resumed his preparations without any more set backs, but his mind was reeling with what he felt. How far gone am I to feel such jealousy at a thought? Maybe he wouldn't propose the idea of Potter seeing what else he could find. Severus shook his head, no he'd have to. This was something that might give Potter some perspective into what he really wants. Voices filled the hall snapping Severus from his thoughts. Time to teach more sniveling brats he sneered at the idea and Potter wouldn't even be in his class today. Well at least he could think without the distraction of Potter.
The day rolled on by without too much damage to any of the students that filled the seats in the dungeons which was a decent day in Severus' book. Some students actually absorbed the lesson he was trying to teach.
Severus sat at his desk and rolled his neck from side to side. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, trying to relieve some of the tension that built there over the day. Making it hard for him to turn his head. He was slumped over his desk grading the wretched papers that his students thought passed as quality work. Don't people think about what they write or do they pull it out of the air, he thought as he read over another paper that didn't make much sense and the grammar was horrible. His eyes started to blur, he rubbed them and pushed away from the desk. Time to stop grading or he would fail every one.
Severus stood, cleaned up his desk, and left his office. Glad to be away from the drivel that he poured over page after page. He came to the portrait that led to his rooms. It was of a snake charmer trying to get a cobra to rise from a vase. The cobra spotted him, hissed, the door swinging open. He passed through the portrait hole and went straight to his personal bathroom. A tray of hot food waited for him in the living room on a tray. "Thank you, Bella," Severus said to the air and immediately a elf house appeared in front of him, wearing a pink pillow case, big brown eyes shining up at him.
"Bella knows Master would not want to eat with other peoples so she had a meal made for his rooms." Bella dipped her head to Severus.
"Thank you again Bella and you know you do not have to call me Master."
"Bella knows, but Bella likes to call Master, Master."
"Okay, I understand. Is there anything you would like?" Severus asked. Bella was his personal house elf. He did not own her in any way. She chose to work for him in return for clothes. He offered her money, but she wouldn't take.
"Bella is goods. She does not need anythings at the moments."
"You may go now Bella. Your services for the night are no longer required."
"Okay, sirs." Bella replied a bright twinkle in her eye. "I also prepared a second meal for sirs young guest." Severus' brow rose in surprise and before he could say anything Bella disappeared with a pop.
The smell of the food made Severus' stomach grumble in protest. He sighed and put off the meal to wait for Potter. The toilets should not take that long when there were two people cleaning them. Then again with Potter and Malfoy it could take all night. Severus continued on his way to the bathroom, not pausing do anything else before he took his long awaited shower. He stepped in to his small bathroom, turned on the water, stripped all his clothes off and got into the shower. The water was scalding hot against his skin. It felt good to have the hard pounding water to work on his aching neck muscles. He shampooed his hair, soaped up and finished his shower quickly not wanting to take too long. Although the shower beckoned to him to stay under the water that released some of his tension. He turned off the water, grabbed the towel on the rack and dried himself off. He picked up his soiled clothes and went to his bedroom, dropped them off in the hamper and changed in to comfortable black robes that weren't severe as his normal everyday clothes. By the time he went out in the living room it was already going to be ten. He sat on the couch and watched the fire crackle and pop when sleep tried to take him away. Just as his lids were going to close he heard the portrait swing open and in walked Potter, twisting his hands together, eyes looking down at the ground like he was afraid of what he might see. Severus' lips twitched the tiniest bit.
"Potter, are you coming in or not?" Severus stood from his seat and startled green eyes met his, knocking the breath out him. No matter how much he gazed into those eyes they always took his breath away along with his ability to stick to his plan. "Take a seat." Severus said, it came out harsher than he meant it to, but the boy made his insides ache to take him and make him his. It was a primal animal instinct that he squashed right away. That would only scare Potter. He saw the heat and fire in the boys' eyes especially when things got heated, but they were no where near doing anything like that yet.
"Yes, sir." Potter's voice cracked over the word sir. I wonder if he's that afraid to be here.
I'm not going to bite." Not that I don't want to. "Take a seat there's something we have to talk about."
Potter sat on the green over stuffed couch that Severus had been sitting on. He sat gingerly on the edge of the cushion and had his hands folded in his lap. "What is it Professor?"
Severus took a deep breath and plunged right in the conversation before he backed out. "I think it would be best if you and I were friends first." Potter's jaw dropped, his face paled then flushed a deep crimson. His jaw clenched, his hands went white knuckled and his eyes flashed dangerously. Severus held up a hand to stop any objections. "I'm just saying that I don't want something like what happened with Malfoy to happen again. It would be best for us to get to know each other any way."
"You don't want to be with me?" Potter asked before Severus could continue. Big emerald eyes pleaded with him and Severus' throat went raw with the want and need in those eyes, cutting off all his words and leaving his mind blank with what he was about to say.