At Your Doorstep

Chapter 10: Losing It

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” Draco murmured; he tapped a small pair of sheers on his palm. He and Severus were in the greenhouse trimming bushes. “Based on all the things Harry told us… He’s going to get worse if we don’t find a solution…” Draco furrowed his brows and knelt down next to his lover.

Severus snipped off a couple of browned leaves from the Thornberry bush in front of him; they fluttered down onto the dirt and blended right in.

“I told you and I’ve told Harry; it’s much too dangerous to do anything when we have don’t have much information to begin with.” Snape muttered; he patted the bush and a few more leaves fell off. “I think, for now, we should just stop mentioning anything about this to Harry… He gets so worked up when we do.” Snape frowned and continued to snip the dead leaves.

Draco caught the frown on Severus’ face and smirked; he squatted down next to the older wizard and snipped the small leaves, while humming a small tune. Severus paid him no mind and was just absently cutting away, the frown still on his face.

“You care about him,” Draco deadpanned; Severus’ hand jerked and cut off a whole branch. He turned and scowled at the blond. Draco sneered, “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“If you meant Potter, then my answer is no.” Snape said flatly, “I hardly care about that… child.”

Draco scoffed, “Child? You’re calling Harry a child? Last time I checked, Harry and I are the same age. I’m just a month older.”

“I don’t--”

“Yes you do, and we both know it,” Draco said nonchalantly, “The way you were always by his side--”

“Of course I was by his side!” Severus snapped, “What do you think I would do? Leave Potter on our doorstep and let him die?! He was injured, I treated him. If it was some stranger, I would do the same thing and you bloody know it.” Snape narrowed his dark eyes at Draco. “Don’t you dare say I did all this because I care about him.”

Draco puffed out his chest; Severus’ comment stung, but he brushed it aside.

“Why must you be so stubborn Severus? Is it really that bad to admit you care about Harry?” Draco asked softly, “Is it?”

Yes, Severus wanted to say. He wanted to shout it out at Draco’s face so that the younger man would stop questioning him. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Was it really that terrible to divulge he cared about Potter?

No.

But he shouldn’t care… Right?

But the moment he had laid eyes on the young man, Severus had felt the need to protect Harry. The way Harry was laying there on their doorstep, all bleeding and bruised. The first thing Severus had thought was to help the green eyed man. He did care. When he saw Harry collapsed that one time in the greenhouse, Severus’ heart skipped a beat before he rushed over to the unconscious man.

It was more than care; Snape suspected he actually had come to like Potter. But it was wrong wasn’t it? He already had Draco… He loved Draco more than anything…

“I’m not afraid to admit I care about him,” Draco’s voice floated to Severus’ ears, “I don’t deny the fact that I do. Harry needs us.”

Snape didn’t turn to look at his lover; his eyes were fixed on the bush in front.

“You’re different around Harry,” Draco murmured, “You--”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I said yes, I do care about him.” Severus grounded out, “Are you happy now? I do care.”

“I-I… Well you’re not the only…”

“You know why I don’t want to admit it?” Snape cut in; Draco’s mouth went slack and shook his head. Severus turned and stared at the blond, a sneer on his face. “Maybe it’s because I’ve realized it’s more than caring about Potter. There’s something else and I’m scared to know what it is.”

Severus pushed himself up and walked away briskly; Draco was speechless. The ex Potions Master never looked back, not even when he walked through the door and slammed it behind him. Draco sighed and sat down on the dirt ground, his pair of sheers left forgotten. He lowered his steel-grey eyes on the branch that Severus accidentally trimmed off. Draco picked it up and drew circular patterns on the soft earth.

“You’re not the only one that realized it’s something more Severus…”

HPDMSS

“How does it feel? To be all alone… in the dark, with nobody here…” A voice whispered.

Harry stared straight ahead and saw nothing but shadows but he knew his captor was in the room. Harry was again on the cold, stone floor. His chest hurting everytime he breathed. The broken ribs never healed; the mysterious person always came up with more ways to torture him.

“Answer me, boy!” the voice barked, “Or maybe I need to knock some sense into you.”

Harry coughed and rolled onto his back, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

“Does it matter?” Harry spat, “I’m alone anyway…”

Harry screamed as a dark blue beam met his bare arm; he clutched the now bleeding bicep and his jaws locked. Beads of perspiration formed on his face.

“You useless fool…” The voice cackled, “You’re right, you’re always alone.”

A yellow beam came from the direction of the voice and slashed across Harry’s chest. Harry roared in pain as the burning sensation crept across his chest.

Then everything turned white.

HPDMSS

Severus snarled as the door banged behind him. He took his wand from his trousers and pointed it at his dirt-crusted shoes. Snape put so much gusto into it that they became sparkling clean. Muttering under his breath, Severus slipped his ebony wand back into his trousers and stomped to the living room.

He was angry, terrified, and worried at the same time. He was enraged that Draco made him say yes; terrified because he had just admitted he cared about Potter and maybe there was something more; worried because he didn’t know how Draco would react. Snape was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost failed to hear a strangled gurgle that was coming from the lump on the couch in the living room.

Severus stopped in his tracks; the gurgle was now a groan of pain. He went around the sofa and gasped.

Harry was lying sideways on the couch, his hands clawing at his own chest. The brunet’s face was of an angered expression; his jaw snapped tightly shut. Harry’s body was convulsing with every intake of breath. Severus was in front of Harry in one step and he knelt down before the young man. He stared into Harry’s opened but unseeing eyes; the irises were no longer green but almost black.

‘Not again…’ Severus frowned and waved his hand in front of Harry’s eyes.

“Potter…” Snape muttered; no response from Harry. “Pot—Harry.” Severus tried again.

The only answer he got from the younger man was the sound of heavy breathing. Severus took in the red cheek, parched lips, and the glossy eyes. Long fingers brushed away the damp fringes; they brushed across Harry’s forehead and once again Severus felt the shock of magical energy. But this time, it wasn’t as bad.

‘Harry’s fighting it… It’s doing more harm than good.’ Severus pursed his lips and laid his palm on top of Harry’s scar. The young man was burning up.

The feverish jade colored eyes glanced up; Severus looked right back at Harry.

“Don’t touch me…” Harry hissed; his body was still shaking, “Get away…”

“No, Harry.” Severus snapped, “I think it’s time you stop pushing us away.”

“I-I don’t know what’s going to happen--” Harry stopped and bit down on his lips; his face scrunched up in pain. Harry took a deep breath and his whole body relaxed slightly. “I’m holding it back, pressing it down. But-but I don’t know how long I can hold it… It hurts Severus… It--”

“Hush,” Severus shushed; he was smoothing Harry’s hair away from those green eyes. “Stop talking. Quiet down and breathe. Think of nothing.”

Harry nodded curtly and closed his eyes and did as he was told. He breathed slowly, evenly. He painted a picture of a vast green land in his head; the sun was high in the sky… Okay, maybe he was getting a bit off topic… but it was working. Harry could feel Severus carding his fingers through his hair. A tiny smile appeared on Harry’s tensed face. The pulsing heat slowly ebbed away until all Harry felt was his magic, nothing foreign.

“How do you feel?” Severus asked softly. Harry opened his eyes—-they were green again-—and gave Snape a weary smile. He shakily pushed himself halfway off the couch, propped up by his elbow.

“It’s… It’s gone. I just feel a bit tired that’s…” Harry trailed off; his eyes rolled to the back of his head and fell in a heap back on the couch.

Just like what happened in the greenhouse, Severus’ heart skipped a beat as Harry fell unconscious. There was that feeling again; Severus was scared. He was scared that something was going to happen to Harry. Severus reached out and cupped Harry’s cheeks and found that it was cool to the touch.

“Foolish boy…” Severus said, rubbing Harry’s cheekbone with his thumb, “You’re completely drained.”

Severus stood up—-he never noticed how sore his knees were until he was standing—-and was about to cast a spell to levitate Harry’s unresponsive body. Severus paused and thought better of it; he slipped his wand back into his trousers and stooped low, scooping Harry’s small form into his long arms.

“Using magic on him would be imprudent,” Severus murmured to himself; he shifted his arms until he got a better hold on the young man. Snape looked down at the sleeping face; he smiled and began walking to Harry’s bedroom. “You weigh almost nothing for someone your age, Potter.”

And so, with a sleeping Harry in his arms, Severus leisurely made his way to Potter’s room. Just as he was about to turn into the long hallway, Draco walked in from the backdoor. His mercury colored eyes widened at the sight of his lover holding Harry… bridal style.

“What-What happened?” Draco asked, his eyes slightly narrowed. He walked closer to them and when he saw Harry’s pale face, Draco’s expression softened by a huge margin. “What happened to Harry?” He was instantly alarmed.

“It was another… attack I guess we should call it,” Severus told the blond, “He was fighting and it took a lot of his energy. I didn’t want to cast any spells on him… who knows what would happen?”

Draco nodded silently to Severus’ explanation. He followed the older wizard down the hall and into Harry’s bedroom. He watched as Snape gently placed Harry down onto the soft mattress and tucked the sleeping man in.

“Come on, Draco… Let’s go.” Severus whispered but his eyes were still on Harry. “Let him rest. I think it’s best if we just let him wake up on his own. Merlin knows he needs it.”

Severus turned and wrapped one arm around Draco’s slim waist and guided the blond out. Draco twisted his head and looked back at the sleeping man.

“He’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Severus assured. Draco sighed before turning to give Severus a kiss.

“I’m not too worried. He got us to look after him.”

HPDMSS

Nighttime came and Harry was still out cold. Draco went in to check on Harry and found that the brunet hadn’t moved at all; his sleeping position remained the same. Draco had brought a tray of food just in case Harry did wake up. He sighed and set the tray on the bedside table; it consisted of a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a small piece of bread, and a glass of water. Severus said Harry might not want to have solid foods. Draco cast a warming charm over the whole tray and bent down to tug at Harry’s blanket. He brushed Harry’s fringe away from his forehead; the skin still felt a bit warm. Without thinking, Draco pressed his lips on Harry’s jagged scar.

“I’ll see you in the morning…” Draco whispered. He turned off the lamp beside the bed and left.

HPDMSS

“Is he awake?” Severus asked just as Draco walked into their bedroom.

The blond shook his head and padded over to the bed where Severus was sitting, reading a book. He flopped down and rolled onto his stomach.

“No, he’s still sleeping.” Draco answered, “I left the food in there… in case he does wake up in the middle of the night.”

“Mm…” Severus flipped a page in the book. Draco grinned and dragged himself until his head was on Snape’s lap.

“So I’m right?”

“What are you talking about?” Severus asked, his nose buried in the book.

“What I said this afternoon… Just so you know, I-I feel the same way and I know what you’re afraid of.”

Severus snapped the book closed and dropped it beside him on the bed. He peered down at Draco’s face and sneered.

“You have no idea.”

Draco scowled and flipped himself over and straddled Severus’ thighs. He circled his arms around Snape’s neck and leaned in for a kiss. Severus parted his mouth when he felt Draco’s tongue probing for entrance. Snape granted it and the smooth muscle tangled with his own. Draco slanted his head and kissed deeper; he sucked on Severus’ tongue then went on to suckle on the older man’s bottom lip. Severus groaned and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, pulling the young man close until they were flushed together. The blond removed his lips from Severus’ and began nipping and licking along Severus’ jaw, all the way up to Snape’s earlobe. Draco caught the flesh between his teeth and bit lightly.

“You… You don’t mind?” Severus panted; his hands were now busy pulling at Draco’s t-shirt. “What if… Just what if, Draco, I’m falling for Potter…”

Draco released the lobe and kissed his way back to Severus’ lips.

“Then you’re not the only one.”

HPDMSS

Clothes were tossed aside; the blanket was knocked to the ground and pillows were lying around on the carpeted floor. Two sweating, naked men writhed on top of their bed, kissing and panting out their love for each other.

Severus was on top of Draco, who had his legs entangled with Severus’ own. The blond pulled Snape’s lower body closer and moaned when he felt Severus’ answering hardness collide with his. Draco’s body moved on its own accord; he thrust his hips upward, looking for the needed friction.

“Stop moving, or this isn’t going to last.” Severus hissed; he slid lower and pressed his palms on Draco’s hipbones, stopping all movements.

Draco mewled and twisted under Severus’ weight; he wrapped his legs a bit tighter and his arms were now moving up and down Snape’s back.

“Don’t make me wait Severus, make love to me. Now.” Draco ordered; his eyes dilated with lust. Severus smirked and did one upward thrust against Draco’s hard flesh. The bottoming man cried out in pleasure.

“I love you…” Severus whispered.

‘And possibly Harry as well…’

“Love you, too Severus…” Draco groaned and ground his hips. Snape sucked in a breath then lunged forward to capture those parted, sweet lips.

With a murmured spell, Draco’s opening was slicked up with lube. Draco jerked at the sudden coldness down there. Severus pushed himself away from the warm body and knelt between Draco’s spread legs. The blond smiled wantonly at him and bent both legs at the knees and if possible, spread them even wider, revealing everything to Severus’ eyes.

“God…” Severus groaned and held his hard prick in his hands; he guided it to Draco’s quivering hole and pressed.

“More… More…” Draco said, twisting his head.

Severus gritted his teeth and pressed farther; the contracting muscles around his shaft were pulling him deeper. Snape pulled out a bit and with one hard thrust, he was balls deep inside Draco. The blond howled; his hands curled around the bed sheet. Severus waited until his lover was adjusted to the intrusion. When Draco gave him a nod, Severus began to thrust, his hips snapping back and forth. Draco moaned and met thrust for thrust; he snaked one hand to his own hard, leaking cock and started to pull in time with Severus’ hard thrust.

“Touch yourself… I want to see you come,” Severus muttered; his face was covered with a layer of sweat, his hair stuck on his forehead.

Draco did as he was told; he tugged and twisted. His mouth was slack. The pleasure was mounting. Draco swiped his thumb across the head and spread the pre-cum around the dome. He hiss when his palm smoothed over the slicked up prick.

Severus watched as Draco pleasured himself; he angled his thrusts upward and was rewarded by a cry of ecstasy. The blonde’s body arched as Snape was hitting his prostate.

“Don’t hold back love…” Severus purred.

Draco whimpered and with one last pull, he came. Ropes of white pearly liquid shot out and landed on Severus’ stomach and his own chest. His hand continued to squeeze the over sensitive organ, milking every last drop. Severus bit his lip when Draco climaxed; the muscles clamped around his cock. His hips moved even faster now, seeking the point of explosion. He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt his belly tightened, his balls drew in, and with one hard upward thrust, Severus came with a howl.

“Oh…”

Severus dropped bonelessly on top of Draco, who had recovered somewhat. The younger man wrapped his arms around Severus and lovingly kissed him.

“How do you feel?” Draco asked; Severus let out a tired chuckle.

“Very… well spent.” He answered and carefully pulled out; Severus rolled over and laid on his back.

Draco sighed happily and threw one arm across Severus’ abdomen; he snuggled closer to the warm body next to him.

“Do you think Harry would accept us?” Draco asked; Severus grunted and pulled the blond closer to him.

“Hard to say… With all he’s been through.” Severus muttered, “Is this right? Is it really the right thing to do?”

“Yes it is.” Draco said firmly, “Harry needs us… needs this.”

“Need what? Love?”

“Yes. Love.”

HPDMSS