Snarry Sweet Sick Fic

Chapter 5

Severus

Severus' life is magical, heavenly, and torture all at once.

Still, Severus is undeniably miserable to see it end- but anything for one last smile from Potter- Harry- is worth it.

It's unacceptable and embarrassing that Severus internally swoons at Potter's eyes, fights the urge to kiss the man when he's smiling with those perfect lips- he even blushed when he spoke Harry's first name. Merlin.

"Professor?" Severus snaps out of his thoughts, glaring at Harry- Potter- who's looking at him expectantly, brow furrowed. "I just drink it?"

Severus nods tersely. Keep it impersonal, don't act like you've fallen even more in love. But those eyes- those curls- that smile, Salazar, that smile, those rough, strong, calloused hands...

"Professor?" Potter's voice is wrapped tight with self-consciousness and Severus wonders what in the world such a perfect human being such as Harry could ever be self conscious of. "D'you think we can still be friends after... ya know, we get back to Hogwarts?"

"Friends?" Severus sneers. "Is that what you consider us to be?" Is it? That can't be right, because with all the choices Potter has, Severus is certainly at the bottom of the list.

Harry's eyes flick down, and Severus stop fiddling with his cuff; he hadn't noticed. "Yes." Harry answers.

"Oh." Pathetic. Not even an insult. Not even a full sentence. Harry beams up at him, gorgeous. "Yes. I suppose we may."

Severus has lost all self control.

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Harry Potter has a girlfriend. Severus hasn't forgotten, but he's ignored the fact until now.

"Why are you here?" Severus tries not to growl because he really doesn't want to seem jealous. He's not.

At all.

"We heard Harry was sick-" the Weasley spawn speaks, but she's cut off by Black.

"Whoa, what are you doing here-" Black's voice is a snarl, and Severus grins maliciously, ready for a fight.

"Stop..." Harry groans, and they both do. "Leave each other alone, jeez. Professor Snape is helping me, he's coming up with a potion and Sirius an Ginny are close so they have every right to be here and I'm feeling like shit so don't argue with each other. Snape isn't that bad, give him a chance."

Sirius splutters. "Give him...?" but he stops yelling.

Severus has to focus all of his attention on not melting into a hot mess of blushing and breathless.

The redhead girlfriend looks back and forth before demanding, "Leave." to both men, and the last thing Severus wants to do is leave Harry with his pretty girlfriend who's probably gotten fucked by him so many times that she knows his body like the back of her hand, the girlfriend who is a heroine and deserves a million times more than Severus and gets it too.

But Harry glares at them, and when Black walks out, Snape follows.

They're two steps out the door before Sirius starts. "Well you seem dead set on never leaving this house- or me- alone. Or Harry." Last part is true. "Tell me why you're here."

"I'm making a potion."

"You can't do that at Hogwarts because...?"

"I'm helping Har- Potter too, attending to his various needs-"

"Why can't a healer do this?" Sirius is snarling into Severus' face, but Severus keeps his tone and gaze cool.

"Why can't I?"

"Did you almost call him Harry? You have no right-"

"I know that!" Severus did not mean to say that. Now they're both silent, and Severus is going over everything he thought he might say- this was not one of the things he expected to come out of his mouth.

"Then why-"

"He asked me to. Naturally I obliged." Not so naturally, what with Severus always thinking about the only other times he ever used Harry's given name, that being with a hand on his cock and fingers up his arse.

Sirius scoffs, then stops and laughs. "You're blushing."

Shit.

Harry

"Harry, do you love me? Please, please be honest." Ginny gazes at Harry with a solemn face, and Harry gets the creeping feeling that something is terribly wrong.

"Yes, Gin, 'course I do." Harry nearly trips over the words in his haste to get them out.

"Romantically."

Oh. "Why do you ask?"

"I love you, Harry." Ginny takes a deep breath and exhales, looking as though she's feeling prematurely guilty. "But I think... I think..." Ginny is taking lungfuls of air, and Harry knows they're breaking up.

"Gin, I think I might be bent."

"Ginny's eyes fly open. "What? Wait, no no no, no, Harry."

Harry blinks, surprised she's reacting... this way. Why is she grinning?

"Harry, that's my line." Ginny is laughing now. "You stole my line! Are you really?"

Whoa, wow. Okay.

The two of them stutter and stumble over each other before Ginny takes the leap.

"I never really super clicked with guys and I think maybe I suspected for two years or so..." she blushes madly for a moment, then adds, "then I started hanging around Luna..."

"Ooooh!" Harry coos mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows. "Is she?"

"Yeah, she's pan. But I don't know if she likes me..."

"Go for it," Harry urges, and Ginny smiles shyly.

"Your turn," she pushes gently, eyes shining eagerly. She's such a sister, Harry wonders at how he ever thought it different.

"A week?" He shrugs.

Ginny's jaw drops as she takes in the implications and realizes she doesn't even need to ask the next question. "Harry. Oh, Merlin, him?"

Harry jumps, eyes shooting towards the thick oak doors. "Shhh! Keep it down! I dunno, okay? It's just recently I feel like we're more friends than anything else and also- I dunno! He-" Harry swallows. "He's cute sometimes?"

Ginny gapes. "Cute?"

Harry shrugs. "Well, I think he's not bad once you get to know him, he's just got a mask you gotta see through. He gets nervous a lot. He just hides it."

"He gets nervous?"

Harry shrugs. "I discovered he's got feelings."

Ginny snorts on the verge of a laugh, but stops. "Feelings for you, right?"

"I don't think so."

"Harry, Professor Snape blushed so hard when you said he wasn't bad, I thought he was going to swoon." Ginny is grinning hardcore now, and Harry isn't even sure what to think.

There are times when Severus is clearly uncomfortable or nervous and all Harry wants to do is slip his arms around him and tell him it's fine.

Sometimes he wants to hug Severus and then feels distinctly as though he wants more than a hug.

"Think on it." Gin pats his arm. "I hate his guts, but for you, I'll come around."

Merlin, I suck at writing.