Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Four

Note: I didn't really plan on writing today, it just kind of happened! It's a little short, and I'm sorry for all the poorly written angst, but I hope you enjoy it!

Snape woke up slowly, vaguely disoriented. He sat up, cringing in pain as he did so.

He felt hungover, but that was impossible. He never drank, for he feared that he would become too much like his father.

He was glancing blearily around his room, wondering what had happened, when a sudden movement to his left startled him.

His head whipped to the side, facing the lump of sheets next to him. He stared in confusion at the clump of black hair sticking out from below the covers.

Who...who exactly was that? Merlin, there was someone in his bed. Why was there someone in his bed?

Taking a deep breath, he flung the covers off his bed, revealing a very groggy looking Harry Potter.

No. No, absolutely not. He hadn't done anything with Potter last night, had he?

No, of course he hadn't. It was Potter, after all. Even if he had drank all the alcohol in the world last night, he wouldn't have done anything with Potter.

Harry was blinking up at him, a terrified expression on his face as he started to scramble away from Snape.

Damn it all, maybe something had happened. What could have happened to make the boy so scared, though?

"I'm sorry for-" Harry began, but Snape interrupted.

"Potter. Shut up."

His head was pounding, and he could barely hear his own thoughts. He needed to think about last night. He needed to remember.

Harry's jaw snapped shut with an audible click, and he stared up at Snape, eyes wide.

Snape let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. How the hell was he going to get out of this one? Potter was in his bed.

"What happened last night?" He eventually asked, weary of what the answer would be.

"The potion." Harry whispered. "It exploded and I... I didn't know what to do-"

"What happened!" Snape barked, frustrated that he couldn't remember.

"You were working on one of your experiments, but something went wrong. It...it exploded, but you...you shielded me with your body..."

Harry paused to suck in a sharp breath.

"It's a good thing you did, too. I have a feeling we would have both ended up dead if you hadn't."

Snape stared at Harry for a long time.

"Potter." He eventually said. "That still doesn't explain why you're in my bed."

Harry blushed, and Snape raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Okay...well you're not going to like this but....." He trailed off, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"Go on..." Snape murmured, trying not to show how uneasy he felt.

If something had happened... well, he would never be able to forgive himself.

"After the potion exploded, you started acting very strange. You thought I was my father."

Snape drew in a sharp breath at that, but didn't interrupt.