Harry's fingers rubbed the smoothness of his wand. His fingertips slid like a skate over ice, its texture reminding him of the connection which had long since been felt. Magic seemed to flow through him as if an IV with ice water pumped through his veins. A sigh of relief escaped his lips feeling that for once in a long time, something good happened.
Perhaps this would be the end of a dark period.
But no matter, Derrick was still long gone.
Standing in his bedroom forced memories to collect within his once shut off mind. His dreams had actually begun to take place of happy thoughts instead of the feeling of loss. It was likely that the dark dreams would return once more after today.
Harry could hear the sounds of Williamson in the front room. Among meeting so many Wizard-borns, Harry had become accustom to them rummaging through useless Muggle items, such as a package of batteries, the fascination by a light-switch, or even plugging and unplugging cords from the walls.
Harry ignored the flashing of the light on and off from the room behind him, trying to concentrate once more on what felt like a final farewell to the life which he knew must be left behind. Finally. For some reason, his thoughts drifted back to the way Snape had acted when he had left earlier in the day to retrieve his wand.
Williamson stood in the entrance of the home waiting for Harry to finish putting on his shoes. Harry caught Snape watching him maneuver his feet into each shoe, staring at him as if this may be the last time they speak for some time. It felt as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. Probably what ounce of kindness in him was losing its battle to the stone cold heart of his. After they had walked out the front door and were positioning to apparated, Snape suddenly placed his hand upon Williamson's and asked, "Can I trust you, that you will keep your senses on constant vigilance?"
"Why yes Severus. You know fully well I would not be taking this trip alone if that were not the case. When have you started to doubt me?"
"Since –nevermind. Just be sure to bring Potter back soon."
What was it he had meant to say, but couldn't admit? Maybe that he had become worried that Kirnap had made further alliances and grew stronger? Perhaps with Williamson? Ever since the War with Voldemort, Harry had automatically begun to question the odd behaviors of other people without question. Sometimes he felt his brain over analyzing things which did not matter, but it was one of the things which had helped him survive during the time when his life depended on it.
Harry stole one last glance around the room before shutting the lights off with a flick from his re established wand.
"Ah Harry! Muggles eh? If you don't mind, I have been inspecting this… uh…" Williamson knelt on all four of his limbs, peering into the bottom of a vacuum cleaner, eyeing it as if trying to read for the word to pop out of nowhere from underneath the cleaner.
"It's called a vacuum."
"A vacuum? Wh- what would you say it does?" He stuck his finger where the bristle sat and pulled it back with a noticeable amount of dirt stuck to him.
"It cleans dirt, hair and stuff off the floor."
"You don't say? These muggles, they think of everything!" With a sudden look of realization, Williamson quickly brushed the dirt from his finger onto his pant leg. "Well then, all ready to go?"
"Yes, just let me leave one thing before we go." Harry reached into the front of his coat and withdrew a folded letter. Harry unfolded the parchment and then set it on the counter top where it would be seen out in the open. He almost had second thoughts of leaving it behind, but countered those by quickly leaving the apartment. For good, perhaps.
It wasn't long after that Williamson and Harry apparated back to the home of Severus Snape. If it had not been for Kirnap in the woods, Harry would have insisted on apparating by himself just to avoid any question on why leaving a letter was so important. Luckily for him, Snape appeared to be waiting outside for Harry's return which would elude any conversation about the matter.
Since it had snowed the night before and continued through most of today, not much could be seen in the world surrounding them, but even in the dark of night Snape stood out like a sore thumb. His black robes could be easily seen from a distance away where he stood waiting outside his wooden fence. At the crack sounded from apparation, Snape turned his body towards the pair and waited for them to trudge over.
"Well Severus, I do believe that having the ministry on his tail did the trick for some time. We were easily able to go in and out, and Harry was able to retrieve his wand."
Harry's and Snape's eyes met before Snape nodded his head as if neither pleased nor displeased with the results. He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder as if to acknowledge to Williamson that they wished to retreat inside and that their conversation should be short. Williamson parted his farewell and apparated leaving the two alone.
Snape looked down at Harry. It was obvious that to Snape that the younger of the two was encountering some inner turmoil, and it wasn't difficult for Snape to put two and two together.
"Nothing was out of the ordinary?"
Harry slowly shook his head. "Nothing. Not a thing had been touched since I left."
"That is better than we had expected."
"I suppose." Flakes of snow fell on Harry's cheeks and nose, beckoning him to find warmth, but he stood, watching the thick flakes join with the rest on the ground and then disappear into a sea of white.
Snape hesitated on just going inside, but instead he asked the obvious question which lingered thick in the air. "You expected Derrick to have been there?"
He shrugged. "I don't know what I expected to be honest. I didn't think going there would have bothered me so much… but it did. And I know I can't let it... but it does."
Snape sighed. This was not the mood he had hoped to have Harry return in. To be frankly honest with himself, he actually looked forward to the younger man's return. Their many nights of staying up late, drinking or just talking were a lot of what he longed for these last few days. Sad, but true. It was perhaps the lack of company aching on his cold soul. Whatever caused the desire for company had done so in such an effective manner that it had him parched and thirsty for any sort of companionship. Even from Potter.
An idea struck him. If he were to have any sort of company tonight, he would need to cheer the man up. Snape reached into his robe, noticing Harry's eyes become immediately alert at realizing what Snape was doing.
"What, do you see him?" Harry's own wand was immediately in his grasp as he scanned the surrounding terrain.
"Actually, no." Snape removed his wand completely from where it had been hidden. "I received a letter from the aurors earlier. I have been informed that they had successfully eluded us of having him in this area… for now. But, that leaves us free reign of the outdoors around my home." Harry's expression grew confused.
A snowball suddenly came flying out of nowhere, hitting Harry square in the hip. "Hey!"
A chuckle escaped Snape's lips. The chortle was soon subdued by a snowball which zoomed too close to his face for comfort. An evil grin toyed with Harry's lips at realizing attacking his former Professor with a snowball was now on his personal list for enjoyments.
Snape soon enough flicked his wand, causing three baseball shaped balls to fly out of nowhere, directly to where Harry still stood. With his own weapon, Harry used a force field to deflect the attack. As soon as his guard was down, a snowball hit in square in the back.
The game was on.
Snowballs were practically flying out of all directions, hitting their targets or becoming dissolved, smashed or targets of other form of magic. At one point, Snape used a brief wall of fire to guard himself from twenty or more snowballs which were surely going to make contact. Harry was able to dodge many by adverting his body or using random spells to knock the balls away in mid-air.
At one point Harry had been attacked by as many as ten snow balls at once causing himself to be knocked on the ground. It wouldn't end there. Snape was preparing for another attack, conjuring more balls of snow to form all around himself. It was as if he was toying with Harry by practically having them dance in the air above him, as if he knew that at no moment would he be threatened by an oncoming attack. Harry lay on the ground just feet from under where Snape stood. It was something beyond Harry's reasoning that made him suddenly jump up and tackle Snape from below.
Snape, though older, was still able bodied to defend himself in hand-to-hand combat. With ease he pushed the younger man off of him and onto his back. With a quick move, he was on top of Harry and using what he knew of wrestling to make sure Harry wouldn't escape his grasp. This was now a battle of wits rather than magic. And how Snape was determined to beat Potter at everything.
With one hand holding Harry's arms to his chest, and sitting on his stomach, he used his free hand to scoop up snow, taunting it above Harry's vision.
"Say the words addressing your obvious defeat."
"Not fair!"
"Say the words."
Harry tried to wiggle himself free, only causing snow to find its way up his back.
"Alright, you have left me little choice." Snape shoved the snow in his hand onto both Harrys face and neck. The petty cries of defeat did not stop Snape there. "Say it."
"Never!" Harry was really trying to free himself at this point by madly wiggling his body in all angles. Alas though, he was defeated but too stubborn to admit so soon.
After another round of having the freezing rain shoved in his face and neck, Harry finally cried the words which would end his suffering. "Alright, alright you won!" He would surely never hear the end of this, but what else choice did he have? The snow up his back joined in with the attack was freezing him to no end.
"The first good choice you have made I feel." A wide smile grew across Snape's face, causing Harry to plot every ounce of revenge he could think of. Despite the playful attack being over with, the smile ceased on Snape's face, as his eyes looked deep into Harry's.
Harry lay panting underneath him, still held down against his will. Snape looked oddly fixed on the man below him as if seeing something beyond Harrys eyes which he had never noticed before. Harry intensely gazed back at him. Laying in the snow, he looked young beyond the years he had been faced with. He looked at peace in a world which had betrayed him numerous times, leaving pain and hate in its remains of all that had been taken.
Perhaps it was the liquor which had been consumed before Harry arrived, or the beauty of him in the snow, but for whatever reason it was Snape was drawn to that Potter kid. He hadn't realized that his body inched closer to Harry's face, as his hands unconsciously loosened their grasp upon Harry's arms.
All of winter's coldness surrounding Harry began to fade. The snow in his neck and back became a mere ounce of nothing in comparison to what he realized was in front of him. Snape wanted to kiss him. It was obvious Snape was in a sort of trance, likely arguing with himself to make the move or not. Once again the man's evil and better good were waging a war deep within his head. Harry came to realize in just a brief second that all the pain he had felt recently always faded while in the presence of Snape. What if… the pain completely faded while in his arms?
Harry used his free hand and reached to Snape's coat, pulling him forward to close the distance between them. Snape almost pulled away for a split second, but allowed his lips to meet with Harry's. Their lips lightly bumped into each other's, testing the feel before taking it further.
And the feel was beyond comparison to anything before. Harry's cold lips became desirable, aching something deep inside of Snape to test his limits. He pushed his own lips firmly against Harry's, until he felt Harry's lips slightly part ever more. Just enough to take a taste of this new desire. A forbidden fruit. His tongue tempted inside Harry's mouth, causing a moan to escape from somewhere deep within. Harry's own tongue greeted the taste and accepted it into his own mouth.
The kiss became a renounced passion from deep within which had long ago been abandoned. It was all Snape could think to not fully devour the man before him. Without hesitation, his hands were on either side of the younger man's head, fully submerged in the snow. But he felt no cold. Only the need to feel more. His body began to smoothen itself against the form below him just as Harry's own body began to push against his from the ground, as if wishing to only become closer.
How long they lay there kissing in the snow –Snape did not know, nor care. His breathing began to quicken as his blood began to course through his veins. His desire had taken control. Snape's hands drifted across Harry's chest, and began to tread closer to reach underneath the man's coat.
At contact of his icy hands on Harry's skin, Harry let out a sudden gasp, shocking Snape into realization of what he was doing. He ripped his lips from Harry's and looked down at the man before him who still lay with snow packed in his neck.
Without a word, Snape abruptly pushed himself off of the man and headed straight for the house. He never looked back to see that Harry still lay there confused, nor to see if he even made it safely inside.
Snape slammed the door to his home and found his way to the privacy of his bedroom. With anger he slammed his hand onto his dresser, knocking a random assortment of items onto the floor. Glass shattered from the phials breaking into little splinters around his shoes which still wore the evidence of snow reinforcing the memory of what just happened.
This was never supposed to take place. He was not meant to ever kiss the lips of Lily and James child. His enemy's son. His best friend's child.
No matter how sweet the taste was, Harry would always considered the forbidden fruit.
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Hey everyone! I apologize that I did not write at all when I said I would. I think I enjoyed my break more than I planned which involved catching up on tv series and reading a bunch of books. School has started again and now I feel like writing once more lol. Writing must be my way of releasing tension. So I decided to make this chapter a treat for you guys lol.
Anyways, thank you to everyone who reviewed while I took some time away. Your reviews mean more than you know. I hope you guys liked this chapter (thoughts please? This was my first kissing chapter ever). I have been wanting to write this for a while but didn't want to rush it. Any comments are welcome! I appreciate all of the advice I have received in the past.
To the guest who offered to beta for me and attached their email –FF did not post your email so I have no idea who you were. If you happen to see this then PM and we can discuss things more!
AlexisGray941- A person who had beta'd for me in the past gave me this great idea when making odd titles to use a Latin translator. Whenever I create something in the HP world I always use this method now. It sounds a lot like the language Rowling used. Mmm yes bad Snape! I don't know why but I feel this is a big turn on about Snape haha. He will probably peer into Harrys mind from time to time but he always does it with good intentions.
Asphodel21- Yes you guessed correctly! This would be how he is horrible with a wand but superb while fighting in hand to hand combat.
Sevluvsme3- Thanks a ton! Im glad you like how I have written everything. That is a big complement for me. And I agree, big sentences are a drag when you have to read them multiple times to get the idea. I think I may have snuck a few in here, but nothing overly fancy anyways. I hope you keep on reading