Blood Stones (Snarry)

Warmer...

Snape woke early the next morning as the sun started to rise. He didn't need much sleep anymore what with being dead, becoming exhausted was difficult to do. Harry was asleep on his side, loosely clinging to Snape. He pulled away slowly as not to wake him and went downstairs to prepare Harry some breakfast. Downstairs he made oatmeal, topped with blackberries and a hot cup of tea with milk, which he brought upstairs just as he had started to stir.

"Good morning." he smirked as Harry's eyes squinted at him from the bed.

"How are you feeling? I brought you something to eat as we didn't get a chance for supper last night." He set the tray down on the bedside table.

Harry sat up slightly grabbing the cup of tea. Severus felt a dull ache behind his eyes. He opened his mouth to say he was fine, but his throat felt horridly dry and came out garbled a bit. He took a deep drink of tea and thought back to yesterday. His head was pounding, and he was embarrassed by his fit, but he still knew Snape would want to hear the truth.

"Like a hippogriff stomped my head." he managed to croak out, wriggling deeper in the covers after putting his tea down.

He was avoiding the light, squinted up at Severus like a little serpent in its den as he did so. He didn't want to eat. He wanted to sleep. But even he realized that Snape may have none of that this morning, but if he maybe were pretending to sleep... He closed his eyes and pulled the covers above his head, wriggling down so deep that he was just a grumpy, aching lump in the covers at the end of the bed. He didn't want to eat. His head was pounding but now he had a predicament. For, he may not want food... but he still wanted his tea, and it was out there with Snape while he was in here with the pillows. Snape laughed and walked back to his lab and fetched a small purple bottle. Back into the bedroom, he poured a few drops into Harry's tea, it fizzled in response to the mixture. Harry's eyes peered out from the blankets to watch him.

"This will help with the headache for now. It will go away with rest." Harry took a few sips, eyes still squeezed shut, and laid back down feeling better already.

It wasn't long before he fell back into a deep sleep. Severus moved back into his lab. It would be several days still until the deconstruction potion would be ready, and a spell would need to be performed to delegate specific healing points. And the special skele-grow he had brewed would not only regrow his bones but significantly fade his scars as well. He hoped he would be happy with that. For now, Severus would be happy watching the telly.

Harry roused himself later, or so it seemed when he came into the living room. His eyes were hazed with sleep as he dragged about his comforter like a big cloak, climbing over the back of the couch and plopping where he laid on top of Snape's chest, soft snores sneaking out of him as he snuggled in. Harry Potter sleepwalks. Good to know. The smaller raven was mumbling into Snape's chest, saying nonsensical things about how he wished it was colder so he could wear his duvet everywhere. Then remarking that Severus was cool, and he liked the spot. He seemed to be fine, but there were small waves hitting Snape.

Seeking comfort, anxiety... rejection. He just nestled in, continuing to mumble about teas and how comfortable this spot was. He actually felt a little warm. The tumble on so many ill-healed spots must not have been good for his system. It was trying to fight off inflammation and injuries that, thanks to Severus, were no longer there to fight.

The weight on his chest was comforting, and he didn't dare move. He almost liked the feeling of closeness he got from it. It was much later in the day now, he thought of making Harry lunch but refrained, thinking back to the fact he probably hadn't even yet touched his breakfast. They laid for a while before he tried to wake him.

"Harry, your headache should be worn off by now, and your injuries should also be a great deal better. You should wake up or you'll have trouble getting back to sleep later." Harry raised his head off Snape's chest.