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Chapter Sixteen - And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold
Harry noted that Ron looked like he was going to have an apoplexy in less than five minutes, it amused him, and catching obsidian eyes he could see it also amused his potions professor. A very slight smile ghosted its way across Severus' face, probably invisible to all but Harry, who had learned to read the slightest nuance of Snape's expression.
"Ron, mate" Harry's voice was slightly more confident, he was pleased to hear "I think you should go, I'll come up later to see how your doing" Ron's complexion, which had been pink was getting redder by the second, soon it would match his hair…. If he didn't explode before then. Hermione gracefully stood; finally releasing his hand, and went over to where Ron was sitting she gracefully bent and kissed his cheek before pulling him upright "Come on Ron, we'll see Harry later" her glance over her should carried a particular look that Harry had seen before, it carried the promise of death by heavy tomes if he didn't do what she wanted, he carefully inclined his head, he would see them later, but out of his safe space.
He watched them carefully until they left and then his whole attention slid to Severus, the other man looked preoccupied, so something in Harry some jinn of mischief saved from his more innocent first year, before Voldemort, propelled him across the room and without hesitation he sat down in Severus' lap.
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The boy was light. Merlin, he was hardly there. It reminded him so much of the dream he'd had last night that he almost embraced the bane of his existence instead he spoke "What are you playing at now Potter" No, shouldn't have used the word potter, his mind suddenly flashed to the imp naked in his bed…….
He closed his eyes and prayed for control. He was a grown man, not a teenager, and this boy was so fucked up mentally and emotionally that he was probably reaching out to the first person who was even vaguely nice to him.
"I'm not playing, I'm safer here" His eyes snapped open at that sentence, said in Potters low almost inflectionless tone. Safe, the boy was looking for safety and cuddles like a five year old and you….. He mentally cursed himself, and allowed his arms to enfold the battered saviour of the Wizarding world.