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Chapter Twelve - From fairest creatures we desire increase
He, Ron and Hermione had talked for hours before they had hustled off to the Gryffindor dorms to get some sleep. He could tell from the way they had watched, offhand and yet focused that they expected him to go with them but he couldn't – it wasn't that she didn't want to, in a way it would have been comforting, but he knew he wouldn't sleep. Not up there, not alone.
Stepping softly he moved towards the bedroom, it was late, he didn't want to wake Snape from whatever sleep the man was getting…..
"Oh"
The sound slipped out without him knowing it, Severus was sleeping on his back coverlet pulled up to his chin black hair splashed over the pillows like dark water the moonlight from the high slotted windows catching on it with a gleam like fine spun silver. Long eyelashes spilled onto high cheekbones highlighting the proud arch of the Roman nose and the somehow drawn aspect of plum coloured lips.
He looked beautiful.
Harry took three steps backwards before turning on his heel and heading for the door, he could sleep in the Gryffindor common room, in the prefects bathroom, on a bench in the great hall……
Anywhere but there next to a man whom he had given ownership of his life too who he suddenly found attractive. But no, he wouldn't sleep at all. He vaguely remembered the nights before Severus had started to share his bed the fevered tossing desperately trying to escape the fetid something in his dreams……..
Harrrrry
The whisper of his name was clear even if sybyllantly hissed, he turned and fell into bloodstone eyes.
Oh Harrry, you never dreamed that getting away from me was going to be that easy did you. His own face rendered starkly beautiful looked back at him long black hair slicked back from his face forehead pure and clean of any scars highlighted by that mad bad beautiful stare.
Long fingers touched his cheek keeping their gazes locked I see what your thinking Harrry, thinking of the serpent that guards your sleep, but he can't save you Harrry nothing can……
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An absence woke Severus. It was odd but he had gotten used to Potter sleeping quietly by his side. He sat up listening for sounds of Potters friends speaking, an explanation for the absence of boy by his side but he heard nothing.
He slipped gently from the bed, recoiling slightly from the chill of the stone against his feet and padded into the ante room where he saw the boy collapsed in a spill of robes and hair. Kneeling he placed a pair of fingers against the boys throat, picking up a pulse rapid and shallow against their tips he pulled the boy around so that Potters head was resting in his lap.
Without conscious thought he ran fingers through the boys hair feeling it slide like silk against their tips, the boys eyelids were flickering as if he were dreaming "What now Harry" his voice was quiet but it caused Potters eyelids to flicker upwards, for a moment, for one madness making moment there was a flutter of vermillion at their centre before dilated pupils focused on him
"Severus" the boys voice was doubtful and it quavered and that pulled forth a smile from Snape "Yes Potter in the flesh" the boy actually smiled before Harry uncharacteristically buried his face in his chest shaking and still.