Snarry Sweet Sick Fic

Chapter 3

Harry

Harry glances desperately between the two as they quickly begin shouting, fever bedamned.

"This is Harry's house, you greasy git, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Still a greasy git, never a civilized word, even now-"

"Please stop." Harry calls out. Snape looks so furious, he could spit fire. It isn't Snape's fault he's here.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House. You. Disgusting. Slag." Sirius growls.

Harry stiffens. "You-"

But Severus cuts him off. "I'm the slag? What about you and that mangy mutt of a werewolf- and right after Nymphad-"

"ENOUGH!" Harry yells, feeling magic roll off him, physically pushing the two apart. "I brought Professor Snape here-"

"Professor." Sirius sneers.

Harry dares to glare at his favorite person in the world and it hurts. "Professor Snape. Because he's sick. It would be nice if you'd treat people nicely when I brought them home."

Sirius sneers. "This pile of mucus isn't what I pictured when I think of you bringing someone home."

Snape snorts. "Well, I hardly-"

"Guys!" They look back at Harry, both shooting each other looks of contempt. "Sirius, just a few days, I promise." Sirius lets out a strangled noise of protest, but Harry barrels on. "Snape. One more word- and I mean one. More. Word. About Sirius, and I will personally throw you out on the street."

Snape glowers. "I'd say such an insult would be worth-"

"No, I take that back. One more words and I will let Sirius personally throw you out onto the street."

Sirius actually cackles this time, and Snape finally closes his mouth, looking more cross and livid than Harry has ever seen him.

Harry sighs, letting his hands fall from his hair. "Great. Glad that's settled."

Severus

Harry brings him water- and oh it's relief like he's never felt before- until it isn't.

Harry is a wonderful aid, actually. He brings Severus regular meals and drinks, bundling him in blankets like he was born to mother someone.

Harry takes the cup back, looking skeptical at the amount of water left in the glass. "Are you sure you aren't thirstier?"

He stretches idly, and Severus drinks in the gorgeous slip of exposed skin between Harry's rather adorable sweater (even though it's hideous) and his jeans. Merlin, Potter's arse looks so good in those jeans. Clinched loose at the waist so his underwear is just visible, and the lean stomach is so beautiful it's almost edible... what does he look like, just a few inches lower?

What would those few inches lower feel like, buried in him right to the hilt? How would that feel, to have Potter's dick right there for the taking...

Oh no. Severus was just working up the courage to ask to use the loo- and now he can't ask because he has a desperate and completely humiliating erection growing in his pants.

Severus is bright red and he can't even move; he's frozen.

Potter, the damn boy, looks down at him in confusion, not having gotten an answer. "Sever- Professor, are you good? Too hot? You're, like, so red-" Potter's eyes have traveled down and Severus wants to drop dead on the spot as Potter stutters, nevermind that Potter almost called him by his first name. "Oh. Oh..."

Potter visibly gulps, and tugs his hair nervously. As if seeing Potter's Adam's apple bob would help make Severus' erection go away. Please.

"Would you like to use the loo?" Potter asks finally.

Severus grasps desperately for shreds of his dignity that are still there. "Indeed, Potter, it seems you've found a small bit of your brain somewhere in that enormous head." Bloody hell, he looks dejected and Severus is in love and-

Potter is carrying him. Again.

Harry

Harry eases Snape so he's upright, leaning against the doorway. "I, er..."

Snape seems unaffected by the fact that Harry is helping him to the bathroom, and he's go a hard on, of all things. Maybe he's faking it.

When Harry looks closer, he can find a bit of rose in the Professor's cheeks.

Snape snarls. "I can use the restroom myself, thank you very much, so you may leave the room now."

"Oh. Right." Harry eases his arm out from around the Professor's waist, which reminds him of just how thin Severus is. Impulsively, he swings about to face Snape, who actually looks surprised for half a second scowling.

"Move, Potter, you're in the way."

"Sn- Professor. If you need anything-" Harry breaks off as Snape glares at him unflinchingly. What did he expect? "I just... let me know, okay? I know I suck at doing some stuff but I... I can try to help you, but you know, only if you tell me."

Snape's expression is blank and bored, but he's not glaring. "Are you quite done, Potter?"

No insult. This is progress. Harry grins brightly and Snape looks nonplussed. Harry steps out of the way. "Quite."

Harry is almost beaned in the head by a letter as he flops onto the couch.

Harry,

I'm going to actually do something mature- don't worry, it's temporary- and step out. If you need anything, stop by, leave me a letter, send an owl, give me a call. Right? That's what muggles say. Remus and I are going to be hanging around the Caribbean so you can live without us yelling at each other. Give that greasy git your worst for me. He's really such a hag, Harry. I would be a terrible godfather to not let you know. He's such a disagreeable person.

Anyway, I love you so, so much.

-Your godfather,

Kreature

PS. How IS Kreature? Doing well, or still sobbing from when I said something about Regaleus?

-Your godfather,

Sirius.

PPS. You aren't actually supposed to re-sign off after a PS are you?

-Your Godfather, Sirius.

Harry sighs. On the one hand, at least he won't have to put up with their fights; on the other, he's going to miss Sirius so much.

Harry is waiting on the couch when he hears a gasp, so he starts towards the door. But then he catches a moan that sounds rather... Snape had an erection. That's right. Another moan comes out, and it sounds like Snape is whimpering Harry's name.

Harry hurries away, wondering why the idea of Snape jerking off his making his trousers so tight.