Blood Stones (Snarry)

The Chance to Live

Snape followed him back into the kitchen where he looked in the fridge and found... not much. Some veggies, tomatoes, herbs. The cupboards weren't much more entertaining. Noodles...

"Pasta?" He suggested

"It would seem as though that would be our only option until we send Kreacher for more groceries." Harry pulled a pot out of the cabinet.

"A hot filling meal sounds great, pasta it is" He found himself admiring Harry's new body language.

Severus reached above himself into one of the cupboards and pulled down a glass jar full of uncooked spiral pasta noodles and placed them on the counter. From the same cabinet came a can of tomato pasta sauce. Just as he had turned to the spice cabinet he noted Harry's hands were full of nearly every spice they had available, onion powder, garlic, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, basil and parmesan cheese. 

Severus gathered a pot and boiling water and placed it on the stovetop, turning on the burner and watching it simmer, in an attempt not to be tempted by Harry's obviously flirtatious behavior. They finally sat down at the table to eat.

Harry's foot was making a slow and teasing ascent from under the table, face perfectly innocent. He was happily turning his noodles on the side of his plate, not realizing how childish or ridiculous he looked. His not so innocent foot continued to walk itself up the other's leg, brushing itself over Severus' endowment. Harry's eyes occasionally flickered up to glance at the phantom's reaction with the most innocent eyes as if he wasn't actively trying to frustrate him.

"You know" Snape started with a mouthful of pasta.

"The least you could do is refrain from the tease and denial. I'm an old man Potter, once I finish it could be years before you get your next chance." he joked, causing Harry to momentarily choke on his pasta before blushing at the thought.

He watched his face flush at his comment, wondering how he could have loathed him so much as a student. He looked Harry up and down again. His fuzzy bathrobe was loosely tied and left a large opening in the front where his dark chest hair was visible. He sat also with his legs comfortably spread revealing his undergarments...

However long he had planned to wait, he'd respect it, but gods he hoped it wasn't long. They finished their pasta and headed to the living room couch when he realized...

"We got distracted earlier I'm afraid, but I've begun to notice I feel cold now, when I didn't before, I taste things more now than I did, I appear flush, and you say I feel more solid... I don't wish to get ahead of myself but... these anomalies can't be ruled as pure coincidence. They all came to light when the two pieces of stone came together. I believe that there are more pieces, and that upon collecting them, I should become livelier with each." He held his head down, unsure of his hypothesis, worried that he was wrong.

It was one thing to accept death, but it was another to come face to face with a solution, only to find you were wrong. When he had brewed the soul potion that night fifteen years ago, he hadn't been the first to have done it. Rumors of a potion that promised a second life had circled throughout Nocturn Alley around the time that the Dark Lord regained power. One wizard kept guard of its instructions, and for a high price you could take a glance at its contents, though he only had access to the first half, while the other half had rumored to have been destroyed by Voldemort himself. Knowing that his life would end that night, he had taken a chance on drinking the potion without the second part... and has been dead ever since.

"Whatever it is, we'll get through it," he said determinedly.

"Take my hand Harry" he obeyed.

Severus pulled his body upwards as though it was weightless, opening the front door and pulling Harry atop the shack's roof. They sat there together, admiring the setting sun, the very peaks of the many Hogwarts towers could be seen in the distance. Harry felt himself leaning against Snape, interlocking their fingers as he moved closer together. Severus found himself once again carrying Harry to bed. This time however he seemed peaceful, happy. He walked up the stairs and down the long hall into their bedroom and set Harry down under the unmade sheets.

Using his wand, he laid the sheets properly over him and got in on the other side. Laying in the bed facing Harry, he admired him. He hadn't felt this drawn to anyone for any reason in over 20 years. His eyes grew heavy and behind his eyes, his vision grew blurry. He should stop himself from intruding on Harry's dreams... but he should check in case it was a nightmare, or something else... just to check.