Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
A/N: Chapter 3 (the final one) is in the process of being written. It will be there you will discover a wonderful lemon. xD
It was nearly midnight, and Severus had not returned. I lay awake in bed, ears straining, waiting for the sound of claws scratching at the front door, but it never came. Snatches of memories rose in my mind – two times over the past few months Severus had come to bed with me, stealing kisses and driving me mad with wandering hands. He never spoke, and we never went all the way. After each make-out session had come to an end, he'd allowed me to lie in his arms till I fell asleep. Both times I had woken alone in the morning, my rumpled sheets and the lingering scent of him being the only proof that he had really been there.
I sighed as the clock in the living room began to toll the hour. I rolled over, buried my face in my pillow, and attempted to blot out all thoughts of Severus.
Severus' POV
Approximately 8 kilometers away, I sat hunkered down beneath a flowering bush. My tail flicked occasionally, and my eyes were narrowed to slits. I was considering going back to the house, but eventually decided that Harry didn't deserve it. If I let myself get suckered into the boy's wiles, I'd just become a slave again. There was no way in hell I was going to allow my life to be controlled by another manipulative idiot. Dumbledore himself had yanked Harry around. Of the course the boy would have become just like that old fool. My hackles bristled involuntarily. No, I was quite content to stay right here for the rest of the night. Or the week. Or the month.
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Harry's POV
Two days later, and I was still alone. Though I would never admit aloud, I missed Severus' presence. I'd taken to sitting at the window that looked out over the minuscule front yard for hours at a time. I told myself that I was simply watching for Hedwig and Pig. When I saw a small, dark shape moving across the lawn, my heart leaped into my throat. I was disappointed a second later as I realized that it was a foraging squirrel.
I heaved a deep sigh, rising slowly and curling up on the sofa. I made a few feathers from one of the pillows dance around in the air with a muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Night had descended before I detached myself from the sofa to eat, even though food didn't exactly sound like the most appetizing thing at the moment. I mindlessly shoveled a plate of steak and mashed potatoes into my mouth.
I would go out and find someone, I decided. Someone who would actually appreciate me, and want to be with me. Someone not like Severus, who had abandoned me without even saying goodbye. He'd just bolted like the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels. "Whatever," I muttered as I prepared for bed. It took what felt like several hours for sleep to finally claim me. When I woke, a dull grey light trickled weakly through the blinds, which I'd neglected (or rather, forgotten) to close. Tiny raindrops were splattered across the window, an obvious sign that it had rained at some point while I was asleep.
I gradually became aware of something warm snuggled against the small of my back. Turning over carefully, I discovered that it was Severus. I felt elated that he had returned after all, but my happiness was tinged with a bit of smugness. It seemed that even he was not impervious to everything. Apparently he didn't take particular joy in being out in the rain. I made no effort to suppress a small chuckle.