Sooo a new chapter... since you all seemed to like the last one, I'm going to start working on the ~romantic~ aspect of this ff <3 But don't worry I'll go slow (just like my updates OOPS). Now without further ado, let's get into the new chapter
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It seemed as if time had stopped at this very moment. Harry held on tight to his professor, and Severus just stayed. Neither of them moved, maybe too shocked to break this intimate moment or just too confused to do anything else. Minutes passed, one... two....three maybe even more before Harry started struggling a bit. Since he had nearly fallen, he was in a kind of uncomfortable situation, his knees kind of bent, and his whole weight depending on his toes and the strong hands that held him. Severus immediately let him go, looking away, pretending to search for anything specific. Should he move ? Say something ? Do something ? Nervousness bubbled in his stomach, and in the first time since his teens, he felt the blood rushing through his cheeks. He had just hugged, more likely squished Harry Potter, a student, the chosen one and the son of his old love Lily.
Harry one the other hand felt very similar to Severus. His eyes were still puffy, and his knees somewhat wobbly, but his insides were flooded with butterflies and nervousness. He felt as if his stomach was somersaulting, he wasn't sure thought whether that came from this intimate connection or what happened before. Both men were just standing in front of each other, still feeling connected by the intimate hug they just shared. Severus raises his arm, opened his mouth and looked at Harry again, but the words just wouldn't come. So he just stood there, his hand reached out, his moth open and looking at Harry Potter. Harry swallowed, feeling as if a frog was stuck in his throat, preventing him from saying anything, but he didn't just want to stand there, so he took a risk. Knowing that what he was about to do would probably change everything and especially the way he felt about snape, he started to move his hands towards him, shaking and slow, and grasped it. Both men got closer to each other again, gazing into each other's eyes, and still not saying one word. This silence lasted about a few seconds, because a faint "Harry" was resonating within the halls, becoming louder. As it got closer, harry realized it was Ron. Harry hesitated, he didn't want to talk to Ron just yet, but he wasn't sure how to end this "situation" properly. Severus, sensing Harry's distress, cleared his throat, and said :"I believe this is Mr. Weasley, so you should probably either run or sort it out with him.". Harry nodded thankfully, and turned around, when he realized that their hands were still locked together. He softened his grip slowly, and let go. Looking at Severus one last time, he smiled, the first time since since Sirius had passed away, and it felt so good, so natural that he wished he could have stayed. But as the shouting became louder and louder, he took off, running down the hallway. Severus eyes followed Harry, until he couldn't see him anymore, and even a little bit longer. His brain had yet to comprehend what had happened, as it was still trying to figure out why he had hugged his student in the first place. He turned around, seeing the Weasley boy coming closer, and switched back to his usual self, that glared at Mr. Weasley when he came closer, told him to go to his class and took fire points from Gryffindor.
Harry on the other hand was still running, through the halls, down the stairs until he arrived at the bathroom, where he splashed his face with water, to rid himself of his swollen eyes. He decided to real with the whole „I-just-hugged-my-teacher-situation" later and to go to class.
The rest of the day passed, he fixed things with Ron, explaining that he was still on edge after Sirius' death, to which both Ron and Hermione reacted surprisingly well, offering him to talk it out but also giving him the option to just have some time for himself. Harry decided to tell ten a bit of what was going on, and why he couldn't speak about it before and even his nightmares. He didn't mention the scars, that was another thing he had to deal with first. But Harry felt safe, telling little by little what was bothering him, with his friends being very calm and understanding, and being actually helpful. It was more than Harry had expected, all his fears of Ron or Hermione making a big fuss about this, we're fading away, and when he was done he felt better, for the first time in months. When they were done talking, it was already past midnight, and Harry decided to go to bed. But when his head hit the pillows, he remembered his „snape-Hug-situation" which made his cheeks turn bright red again. But being exhausted and tired of the day, he just closes his eyes and slept right away.
The next time Harry opened his eyes, everything was foggy and dark, as if hebwasnr wearing his glasses. In the distance, he could hear someone calling him. Harry tried to move, but his legs wouldn't move, he just fell to his knees, trying to get up but failing every time. The voice came closer, and he could feel a big shadow behind him, and a hand touching his back. Suddenly a lot of hands appeared around him, the biggest one in front of him. With all his might, he took it, and it pulled him up and somewhere different. Looking around everything was clear now, and he was standing in a forest, above him was the sun, shining down on him. In front of him was snape, but not the „normal" snape, no he was wearing casual clothes and had a smile on his face, a smile as warm as the sun shining down on him. Snape came closer to him, one hand carefully caressing Harry's face, the other curling around his hip and his mouth coming closer to Harry's. Just when their lips werw about to touch,
Harry woke up.
Confused, and still somewhat dizzy he got up, opened a window when it hit him: he had just dreamed of Snape kissing him.
Snape. Severus Snape. His teacher. The man who caught him cutting. The man who hugged him yesterday. The man who just appeared in his dream.
„oh god", Harry thought, „this year is going to be a mess". And when Harry looked hat his time table for the next day, he got even more nervous : his first period was "Defense against the dark arts - Pr. Snape"
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So 2018 and I finally publish a new chapter... this one was kind of spontaneous, but I think it turned out ok. I want to start moving the story a bit forward, since the first six chapters were 90% self-harm and stuff... so I decided to make this a more romantic kind of chapter. Leave a comment and tell me what you think !<3
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