Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Seven

Note: So I intended to have Blaise confront Harry this chapter, but I got a little carried away with Harry and Snape's late night conversation. Whoops? I didn't think anyone would really mind the extra interaction between Harry and Snape though. ;)
Hope you enjoy!

Harry went to bed that night in a depressed mood. He didn't understand what had happened between him and Snape. The other man had kissed him back, he had even asked Harry to kiss him. But then he left.

He didn't understand. Was Snape really worried what the press would say, or was that just an excuse? He should know by now that Harry didn't care what the newspapers said about him.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a strange noise. It sounded almost like.... crying? No, surely it was his imagination. He rolled over and closed his eyes, only to snap wide awake at a loud sob.

He sat up, rubbed at his tired eyes, then grabbed his wand. He flung the blankets off his body, and swung his bare feet over the edge of the bed. His feet hit the cold hardwood floors, and he shivered.

The sobs were getting louder, and Harry grew increasingly more concerned. It couldn't be Snape, could it? But who else would it be?

He padded down the dimly lit hallway, and paused next to Snape's door. There was no question as to where the sobs were coming from now.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly eased the door open. He doubted Snape really wanted to see him right now, but Harry refused to leave him in this state. 

He slowly walked over to the edge of Snape's bed. Snape tossed and turned, his breathing harsh. Tears streaked down his pale cheeks, and he murmured the occasional word here and there.

"Severus...." Harry whispered, not wanting to startle the other wizard.

Snape groaned, beginning to thrash even more than before.

"Severus!" Harry said sharply, gently shaking his shoulder. "Please wake up!"

Snape sat up with a gasp, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.

"Harry... what-"

"Shhh... It's okay. It was just a dream."

Snape threw the covers off the bed, his body radiating heat. Harry frowned, and placed a cool hand on his forehead.

"You're burning up..." Harry murmured. "Will you be okay if I leave for a minute?"

Snape nodded in response, his chest still heaving. Harry grew increasingly worried as Snape began to hyperventilate, his breaths coming out in short wheezes.

Harry ran to the basement and gathered a few potions and other supplies. He entered Snape's room once more, panting, and shoved a calming draught at him.

Snape drank it in one gulp, and the wheezes slowly began to stop. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then placed a cool washcloth on Snape's forehead.

"This is not necessary." Snape managed to get out, still having some trouble breathing.

Harry sighed, and sat down on the bed next to Snape. He brushed Snape's long hair away from his eyes, and smiled a little.

"Well, you know me. I have a hero complex to satisfy and all."

Snape snorted, and he relaxed a little. He leaned back against his pillows, and his breathing returned to normal.