Nothing In This World (BEING EDITED)

XLVI.

Chapter XLVI: A Tale of Two Hearts
Warning: Mild language, drinking, crude humor

Tuesday night after dinner and when all his homework was done. Harry made his way down to the dungeons to visit with Snape before the curfew bell rang. The torches flickered ominously as Harry made his way down the dimly lit corridors of the castle. A sense of determination fueled his steps, and he scurried quickly to see his fiancé. He took one glance behind him and turned the corner.

As he reached the door to Snape's office, Harry hesitated for a moment before knocking. He didn't know why he was so shaken, he had a key to the man's office, but since they weren't technically supposed to be seeing each other until after their time with Merlin and Flamel, he was afraid of getting caught. The door creaked open, revealing the stark interior of the dimly lit room. Professor Snape, his dark eyes piercing, looked up from his desk, a quill in hand.

"Harrison. What brings you to my office at this hour? You dont want McGonagall to catch you out of bed." Snape's voice was as cold as ever, but Harry could detect a hint of curiosity in his tone, and that made him smile. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, love. I'd come closer, but you know how we get." Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. From their bond, he could tell that his fiancé was a bit off, and from the slight dull ache in his stomach, he knew Snape wasn't feeling his best. "I was wondering if you would consider coming to watch the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match on Wednesday morning, Professor. It's a crucial game, and your support would mean a lot to me. I know we aren't supposed to technically be seeing each other, but I want you there."

Snape regarded Harry with a calculating gaze, his expression unreadable. After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, he finally spoke. "Harry, Quidditch is a frivolous sport, and I have important matters to attend to than watching a bunch of students fly around on broomsticks." He saw Harry's shoulders deflate and drew closer to the boy shutting the door behind him. "However, that being said, since it means that much to you, I will be there."

Harry felt a surge of hope at Snape's response. He practically threw himself in the man's arms but pulled back quickly, "Sorry." He whispered, trying to read Snape's expression but failing. "Thank you, Baby. Your presence would mean a great deal to me," he said earnestly. "I can't wait for this to be over because being away from you is a level of torture that I don't ever want to experience again."

Snape's lip curled slightly in what might have been a smirk, though it was hard to tell with his perpetually stern expression. "Do not think this means I have suddenly taken an interest in Quidditch, Harrison. I have my reasons for attending."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Said Harry. A smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth before it turned into a full-blown smile. "I know you like quidditch only when I play, Severus, so don't pretend."

Snape doesn't say anything but looked over at Harry. The boy was stunning, and the way his kryptonite green eyes showed in the dim room made him look flawless, ethereal even.

He moved closer to stand behind Snape's desk. He had so many questions but didn't know where to begin. They hadn't seen each other for a while because preparing for the wedding was taking up all their time. Harry placed his hand on the back of Snape's head and began carding his fingers through the mans silky hair. He instantly felt Snape relax.

"How have things been spending so much time with them?" Asked Harry, referring to Snape's parents. He summoned a chair and took a seat. Snape doesn't turn around but continues to scribble marks on the parchments he was grading. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, I understand. I know it can't be easy for you to see the people who abandoned you."