A few weeks later, Harry dreamt of him and Severus. The dream was like flashes of images; the two of them holding hands, their kisses, smiles across the room when they made eye contact. He dreamt of one of their nights on their mini getaway when Severus ordered dinner to their room. They sat next to each other on the couch and joked with one another. For two people with grim lives, they made the most of every minute. He dreamt of how their cheeks would rest against each other between kisses, and how Severus would gently run his fingers up and down Harry's bare chest when they laid together in bed. While his dreams gifted him beautiful memories and thoughts, they destroyed him.

Harry woke up angry in the middle of the night. He, Ron, and a couple other friends had been up late drinking. They'd drunk long into the night until each of them gave up and went to bed. Harry had only fallen asleep for maybe half an hour before waking up again; his mind livid and racing. He was drunk off his ass and couldn't think straight, but fury built up inside his chest like a fire.

He stood up and walked into the common room. It was empty and after curfew, but Harry seated himself on the couch. He put his head in his hands and ripped a bit at his hair. In his drunken state, his mind reeled with anger about Severus. How dare he? How dare he do what he did to Harry? To get him comfortable and then rip that away from him? How dare he be so sweet and loving and then drop him as if he was nothing. He knew full well that Harry had little-to-no security in his life, but he didn't care.

Harry couldn't contain himself. He felt rage course through his veins and pool in his head. He stood up and pushed his way out of the common room. He had the door close quietly behind him, but didn't really care if he was caught. He stormed down the halls at a rapid and relentless pace. He rushed down the stairs until he faced the door of the Slytherin common room and dorms.

He whispered the code for entrance to the door. When that opened, he rushed to the door of Severus' quarters and whispered the entry code for there as well. The door allowed for key or code. Snape had given the code to him, likely thinking that when their time came to an end, Harry would forget it or not have any reason to use it. He was wrong, though. God, was he wrong.

Harry swung the door open and shut it loudly and heavily behind him. He was met with the room still lit and Severus in bed reading as he always did. The abruptness made the man jump and he threw his book to the side of him, standing immediately.

"You!" Harry shouted. His drunken anger dripped sweat down his forehead and temples. "How fucking dare you?"

Snape was well composed. "Mr. Potter, you cannot burst into my quarters in the middle of the night. That is comple-"

Harry cut him off. "Fuck you."

Severus continued to hold his composure. "I beg your pardon? This is highly inappropriate." He reached for his wand to place a soundproofing charm around his quarters. "You'll wake the first years."

"Cut the act, Severus." Harry's fists balled themselves up. He watched the man go to correct him, as he should be calling him Professor Snape, but the professor seemingly changed his mind. "How fucking dare you? You make yourself the only sense of security in my life and then you drop me like I'm trash? Like I'm nothing?"

"That was never my intention," Snape responded, cutting his act for a brief moment before putting his defenses back up. "You should leave."

Harry began to step forward, fists still balled. "I'm not going anywhere." He walked straight up to Severus, who only let a twinkle of fear be present in his eyes. "You deserve to feel the pain I am feeling."

"Are you drunk?" He asked, smelling liquor on his breath from several feet apart. He shook his head and began to speak again. "I do f-"

Harry cut him off with a swift punch to the face, landing directly below his right eye. His hands flew to his face, but Harry wasn't done. Another punch flew to his face, striking his nose between the man's hands.

"Aaagh," Severus cried out, a bit of blood running almost instantly out of his nose. "Stop!"

But Harry didn't stop. He grabbed Snape's shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He stumbled as well, but only due to his drunken state and clouded mind. He tripped a bit as he awkwardly tried to land a kick to the other man's abdomen.

"You don't even care how much you hurt me. You pretend like we had nothing!" He kicked Severus again in the stomach. This time hurt worse, and Snape knew he'd be bruised. He would have to take one of his healing potions, or use a spell at the very least to get rid of the bruises. "Fuck you. We did have something. You don't get to dictate that."

The next kick, however, Severus grabbed Harry by the ankle, causing him to trip and fall to the floor. Even so, he didn't give up. Tears streamed down his face as he blindly threw weaker and weaker punches at the other man. He shouted and cried. His arms flailed in any attempt to hurt him; to show him the pain he was feeling in a different way, since emotions didn't seem to do enough for Severus to feel regret.

He tried to grab Harry's arms to restrain him, but the pain in his abdomen caused him to be weaker than usual. He was usually stronger than Harry; not by much, but by enough that he should be able to restrain him. He begged Harry to stop, yelling that he "needed to calm down" and that they could "talk about it later," but that wouldn't do it for Harry.

Restraining his arms wouldn't help, so Severus resorted to the last actions he could think of. He grabbed Harry into a tight hold. He wrapped his arms so tightly around the other man that his counterpart was forced to stop his hitting and kicking. He squeezed him into a hug that left him defenseless. Severus felt warmth in his chest at the first touch. He immediately squeezed his arms tighter, both in an attempt to stop Harry and an attempt to have just another moment of holding him again after so long.

After a moment, Harry had no choice but to calm down a bit. "You bastard!" he cried, tears dripping down his cheeks in rapid succession. "You have no idea how much you hurt me, you fucking bastard." His breathing was heavy and ragged. He sniffled and shook from his upsetedness.

With their positioning, Harry couldn't see that tears poured from the other man's eyes and down his cheeks as well. Severus tightened his grip around Harry and gently brought his cheek to Harry's ear.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I've been in so much pain too. I'm so sorry I did this to us." Harry had stopped punching and kicking, but Severus refused to let go of him just yet.

Harry's voice became a broken whisper as well. "You gave up on me so quickly, Severus. It was like it took nothing for you." He continued to sniffle and shake, though his voice held less anger and more hurt.

"I tried, Harry. I tried to make it nothing. I didn't want to see us get in trouble or to see you get hurt, but I only made it worse." He began to rub Harry's back in his hold. "Please know how sorry I am." Severus began to shake as well; his silent tears stopping their mission of quietness as he sniffled. "It was something."

Harry's composure didn't change at all with his words. Perhaps too hurt, he struggled to believe that "Sorry" meant anything. Was it "Sorry, I'll never do it again?" Was it "Sorry, but I will do it again?" There were too many options and changes in those words. He didn't even know where to begin with a response.

"I'd do anything for you to forgive me," he sobbed. His voice was desperate and pleading.

Harry pulled back slowly and looked into the other man's eyes to gauge him. He looked awfully serious, and his hair clung to his cheeks with his tears. He didn't know what to say, but he put his hand on Severus' cheek and slowly moved his fingers down it until they rested on his lips. He maintained the eye contact he held with the other man before whispering "I'm scared to forgive you."

Severus opened his lips to speak, but Harry hadn't finished.

"I'm scared to forgive you, but please, god, can I kiss you?" His voice was shaky and he looked like a scared little boy.

"I need you to, Harry. Please." With that, the two crashed together in a mess of kisses; the tears from both their eyes melting together into one generic wetness.

They grabbed at each other's faces and hair, trying to be closer than they already were. They kissed harder and more intensely. They didn't have much else to say. The moment wasn't even sexual. It was sensual and desperate, but it wasn't sexual. The two just wanted to be as close as possible.

After a while, Harry pulled away and looked his professor in the eyes. "Do you still love me, Severus?" He asked. His hand reached out and grabbed Snape's while they sat on the floor together.

He looked at him for a moment. "I could never stop loving you," Severus responded. "No matter how hard I tried, I could never stop loving you."