Harry woke with a start. He gasped and hoped Snape didn't hear him. He was still mad at him and besides Malfoy's dad put him to bed and tucked him in. Part of him didn't want to believe that his enemy's dad tucked him in. It was embarrassing! But not as embarrassing as realizing that he felt something warm going down his pajama bottoms and soak into the sheets. Oh Merlin I just peed myself without even knowing... What do I do?
Harry then proceeded to get out of bed when his foot got caught in the blankets. He ended up on the floor with a thump. Oh no, oh no, Snape definitely heard THAT....
As he suspected, the was a rustling in Snape's room and he was knocking lightly on Harry's door. Go away go away go away. Harry pleaded silently while pulling the blanket over his small body. If he was going to disgrace himself, then he was going full force.
"Potter? Are you alright in there?"
Snape asked while slowly creaking the door open. What he saw was shocking; potter was under a blanket at the foot of the bed.
"Potter! What happened?! Did someone attack you? Are you hurt?"
Shape hadn't felt anyone pass through the wards- or at least he thought so.
"No one attacked me sir. I'm not hurt."
Harry said from underneath the blanket. "I'm not here." Hopefully he'll ho away..
"Then Child what is the matter? And if your not here why do I hear Potter's voice? Hmmm I suspect he's under the blanket...."
Snape said pulling the blanket back.
Well at least he can joke.. But these pants are getting uncomfortable..
"Noooooooo!"
Harry screamed while pulling up the blanket.
"Potter!"
"Please don't make fun of m-ow ow ow ow.."
While Harry pulled up the blanket, it HURT. Harry was in pain. Like really, really bad pain- but it was on his upper thighs and bum. Which was even more embarrassing.
"Potter, potter stop. I got you."
Snape said while gently putting his hands under Harry's armpits and holding him an arms length away so he wouldn't hurt anymore than he'd have to.
"Potter, all you had to do was knock on my door and tell me you had an accident.."
" 's embarrassing.. And I don't wanna be a burden.."
"I know it's embarrassing, and you will never be a burden. Even if you wake me at midnight, I would not be bothered."
"M'kay.."
"Promise me you'll wake me next time."
"Promise."
"Okay, I'm going to set you on my hip very, very gently, alright?"
"Okay....ow ow ow, It hurts Snape.. Ow! It hurtssss.."
"I know, I know, just a few more seconds..."
Snape worked quick, first he went to the bathroom and spelled Harry's clothes off and put him in a warm bath.
Harry just sat there whimpering and trying not to cry. Snape decided to wash him himself, and worked very quick. When he finished with the front, he needed to do the back.
"Potter I need to wash your back.."
"Harry."
"Pardon?"
"Call me Harry."
Alright, Harry I need to get your back."
Harry flipped over, which oddly looked like a baby dolphin flipping. Snape worked quickly but gently on Harry's back and lower area. He then helped Harry out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy green towel around him and carried him to his personal room. Setting him down gently, he went and grabbed a long nightshirt from his closet.
"This might sound absurd, but I just want you to wear a shirt the rest of tonight. I'm going to be rubbing some rash cream into your... Lower... Back....area..."
"No underwear?"
"Not until we fix your rash."
Harry blushed but nodded.
Harry put on the oversized shirt and layed facedown on Snape's bed.
"It will hurt, but I'll try and be as gentle as possible."
A muffled 'yes sir' was his reply.
Snape was being as gentle as he possibly could, but the silent cries were enough to almost break his stone cold heart. Finally, it was done.
"Harry, it's over. You can stop hiding now." Snape teased by gently pulling on Harry's arms that his face was buried in.
"S-Snape It h-hurts!!" Harry cried, holding out his small hands. Snape put his hands under Harry's arms and picked him up, rubbing his back and rocking him.
"I know, I know. But it'll be Heathy again before you know it."
Harry just sobbed. No one has ever picked him up before, let alone rock him.
"Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"
Snape asked once Harry sobs had reduced to a few sniffles. Harry pulled back and looked at Snape.
"You mean I can?"
"If you wish."
"Yes please."
"Alright. Let's get you tucked in."
Harry liked it when Snape said things like that, but he blushed none the less.
Snape gently set him on his back and got in around him. During the night somewhere, Harry pushed himself against Snape's warm chest and felt a warm hand rest on his lower back.
