Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. People are still concerned about Sev's and Harry's relationship but this chapter should eliminate any fears that people have. Just to make certain though, I shall say this; Harry only has eyes for Fenrir.

With that said, on with the chapter :)

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Under the fading light of the mid-April evening, with Severus standing in the background, Harry and Fenrir went through their monthly ritual of saying goodbye to each other for the period of the full moon. However, what had become a minor inconvenience was set to become a trying time once again.

It was the forth full moon of the year, a werewolf's period of heat.

The previous year, the year of the teenager's first heat, Harry and Fenrir separated for the night when the Alpha was in his wolf form but would come together during the day in order to relieve the arousal which never seemed to be completely satisfied with just their own touches. That year, however, due to Dumbledore's rule, they wouldn't even have the day time together. They had tried to plead their case (Harry had pleaded while Fenrir had stood there looking sour and intimidating) but the headmaster had listened to none of it. In fact, if anything, it had made the old wizard all the more determined to keep the two werewolves apart and he had stated that Harry would be checked on regularly (though his excuse for doing so was to make sure Harry didn't suffer too badly). All in all, it was just a terrible situation.

"Are we going to be all right, Fenrir?" Harry asked anxiously, his gaze lowered gloomily to the ground. "I mean, we won't even have the day time..."

"It'll be fine." Fenrir sighed though didn't sound the least bit convincing or even like he believed it himself. "You'll just have to keep telling yourself that it ain't gonna kill you."

"That's little comfort when I wish that it would."

The Alpha gave another sigh before he lifted Harry's chin so that those green eyes were focussed on him. "Three nights and two days; you've survived it once and you'll survive it again."

"I suppose." Harry murmured as he brought his own hands up to hold onto Fenrir's. He kissed the palm once before he pushed it back to the Alpha. "You'd better go, the moon'll rise soon."

Fenrir gave a short nod and then pitched forward to catch the teenager's lips in a quick kiss. The simple gesture ignited passion in both of them, a sure sign that the affects of the year's forth full moon was already affecting them. They lingered longer than necessary, longer than they intended to, and when they finally did break apart it was with great reluctance.

"Don't do anything stupid." The man grunted huskily before he turned and quickly stalked away, heading for the covering of the Forbidden Forest.

No sooner had Fenrir gone than Severus was beside Harry, a supportive had coming to rest of his shoulder. Even than platonic touch seemed to burn the teenager's skin through the material of his robe. He sighed sadly and tilted his head back to look up at the darkening sky.

And so began his three nights and two days of torture.

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Before the full moon had arrived, Severus had been very stern with himself. He had sworn that, no matter what, he would leave Harry alone for the duration of the forth full moon, knowing very well that it was a werewolf's heat. The last thing he needed was to see the teenager in the throes of wanton lust. Although Severus had never been attracted to another male before, he knew it would be far too easy to accidently fall in love with the beautiful boy, especially with those gorgeous eyes which were so much like...

Yet, for all of the man's determination, by evening of the second day, he found he couldn't keep away. Almost automatically he found his way to the portrait into Harry's rooms where he knocked on the frame without even a thought. When there was no reply from inside, Severus frowned a little but wasn't too concerned. He did use the password to gain enterance however. Most likely there was nothing wrong with Harry but it was better to be safe than sorry.

The first thing that Severus saw upon entering the room was Harry and the first thing he noticed about the boy was that he was completely naked. Once he had got over that fact, he noticed just how tortured the teenager seemed. Harry was laying flat on the floor, on his stomach, and his hands, stretched above his head, were fisted tightly. His glasses were long gone and his face was a picture of frustrated agony, the skin of his cheeks flushed with heat and tears while his eyes were clenched shut and his lips set in a grimace of pain.

Severus was at his student's side in an instant, concerned with the boy's state. He had never seen Harry anything other than alert and happy. To see him so lost in whatever torture he was enduring was distressing to say the least.

"Harry?" He said gently as he sank to his knees beside the boy and tried to make him kneel up.

Harry seemed limp and useless against the force of the hands that guided him up and his upper body lifted off of the floor. When he was kneeling up, though his back was slouched weakly, the boy's hands gripped at Severus' clothes. His head lifted slowly and his eyes opened weakly so that he could look up at his teacher.

"Please..." Harry breathed desperately as he fisted the material of Severus' teaching robes.

The Potions Master put up no resistance as the teenage boy drew them closer together. Those usually bright green eyes were darkened to almost black by the maddening lust that was torturing the poor youth. Eyelids framed by soft, long eyelashes began to lower until the ink green was only just still visible. It was at that point that Severus allowed himself the luxury of closing his own eyes, just as his lips were a breath away from pressing against Harry's.

The atmosphere was suddenly broken when Harry gave a sob and the presence of his proximity disappeared. Severus' eyes shot open in an instant to see his student had his bowed low as his shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.

"Forgive me." He cried helplessly, still clinging to his teacher as though the man had saved his life. "Please, please don't hate me..."

"Shh," Severus soothed gently, bringing a hand up to smooth over the head of dark hair. "You're not in full control of yourself at the moment, I know that. None of this is your fault."

"It hurts, Severus." Harry whimpered despairingly, leaning forward so he was pressed flush against the older male's body. "It hurts, and no matter what I do, I can't find any relief!"

Severus gave a light sigh, still lightly caressing the teenager's hair, as he turned his head to look out of the window. Judging by the colour of the sky, he reckoned there was probably a good hour or so before the sun started to set and the moon started to rise. An hour was enough time, surely...

Very abruptly, Harry felt himself being swept up into Severus' arms, one holding him underneath his knees while the other supported his back. "What're you...?"

"I'm taking you to him."

"Really!"

"You have another day and a half of this; you need some relief before then." Severus said by way of explanation as he carried the teenager out of the rooms and into the corridors of the school. "I will talk to the headmaster in the morning about what might be done differently if you're still here this time next year."

"Oh Severus, thank you, thank you!" Harry gushed before he leaned forward quickly and stole the man's lips in a heated kiss.

The intimate contact made Severus' progress forwards freeze for a moment though he managed to respond to the kiss well enough, even being so bold as to skate his tongue against the seam of Harry's lips. However, the thought of Fenrir Greyback had the man quickly pulling away. He had too good an idea of what the Alpha would do to him if he discovered that he and Harry had kissed so intimately, even if it was while the teenager was slightly maddened by his heat. Luckily, Harry didn't try to initiate another kiss and instead remained still in Severus' arms, his head slumping down pathetically but his grip on the man's robes remaining impressive.

Their journey through the school was understandably swift. Harry's weight was no issue (Severus made a note at the back of his mind to make sure the boy ate more in future) and it would be better if they didn't take their time. Harry was desperate enough as it was without anticipation making everything worse.

When they made it outside and the soft light to the evening touched Harry's skin for the first time, Severus was disturbed at just how attractive he found the teenager's moan of pleasure. The on-coming night obviously had an effect on the boy and he pressed himself closer to the firm body of the man carrying him. It was almost enough to make the usually stoic man forget that not only was he supposed to be straight, he had been in love with the boy's mother for several decades. In fact, it was only by concentrating on those two thoughts that Severus managed to stop himself from doing something Fenrir Greyback would make him regret later.

As they neared the edge of the Forbidden Forest, it occurred to the Potions Master that it was doubtful the Alpha they were on the way to see would be in his right mind enough to know to prepare Harry for penetration. Not wanting any tearing or any pain at all for his student, Severus awkwardly pulled out his wand and cast a charm used for temporarily relaxing muscles all over the body. The next he cast was rather awkward as he had to position the tip of the wand right at Harry's entrance. He made a couple of attempts before he found he had to stop walking in order to aim correctly. Thankfully, the spell to create a slick, slippery substance took only a few seconds to complete and when it was over Severus continued forward again.

Harry remained suspiciously limp for most of the journey and it made Severus increasingly worried the deeper into the forest they went. Very suddenly, however, Harry seemed to spring to life and he immediately began to struggle in the man's hold. Severus did quite well to keep hold of the teenager (most probably because Harry was much slighter than the average fourteen year old) but he soon discovered that his efforts weren't necessary.

No more than ten seconds after the boy had started to stuggle, Fenrir came into view just ahead of them. The Alpha looked exhausted and he was supporting his weight against a thick tree to his right, his fingers clenching and the long fingernails digging into the bark. His breathing was coming out in harsh pants that were audible across the distance and he was very noticably erect, something Severus noted and then quickly diverted his gaze straight afterwards.

"Fenrir!" Harry sobbed, trying to throw himself out of the arms that held him.

Severus allowed the teenager his freedom and then watched as the boy half ran and half staggered over to his Alpha. The moment he was close enough, Fenrir grabbed Harry in a vicious hold and immediately sealed their lips together as they dropped to the floor. In a blur of movement and a tortured cry of intense pleasure from the youngest of the pair, the adult had thrust himself home and joined them together in the most intimate way possible.

It wasn't pretty, it wasn't gentle and, in fact, it looked down right violent and painful for Harry, yet Severus couldn't look away. The expression of absolute abandon on the beautiful teenager's face was captivating. The movement of the two bodies together barely even registered in the man's mind really, all he could concentrate on was the ecstacy on Harry's face.

The werewolves' mating lasted several minutes and both males orgasmed several times. Finally, after what felt like an eternity for Severus, they both collapsed, Fenrir only just catching himself before he fell on top of Harry. The Alpha took a moment to lick and nuzzle the back of the teenager's neck and, upon getting no reaction, it became obvious to both adults that the boy had passed out.

Fenrir's head bowed in what curiously resembled regret as he ran one of his hands through Harry's messed up hair. "Take him back," he growled to Severus, actually turning his body away so he didn't have to look at the dazed teenager any longer. "Before I hurt him more than I already have."

Severus did as he was directed and once again lifted Harry into his arms. He didn't even spare the Alpha a parting look let alone a parting word before he was walking swiftly back to the school. All the while, his mind tried to both erase and desperately hold on to the beautiful picture Harry made when he had reached his orgasm.

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"Severus!"

The joyful call of his name had the Potions Master pausing in his trip back from lunch in the Great Hall to his classroom. He turned around just in time to catch an armful of flying Harry, the teenager having practically thrown himself at the man. Upon being caught, the boy wrapped his arms around Severus' waist in a tight squeeze of a hug. A quick glance up showed that Fenrir was following on not far behind. Both werewolves were looking more composed and relaxed than they had for past three days of the full moon and Severus had to admit he was relieved with Harry's state of being at least.

"Thank you for helping me during my heat." Harry said with the utmost sincerity as he tilted his head back in order to look up to the man he was embracing. "I can't really remember anything about the past few days, it's all rather hazy. I hope I didn't do anything to make you feel too uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable was an understatement of how Severus had felt long after the events of that evening. The teenager looked and sounded so earnest though, and the professor found that he couldn't quite bring himself to reveal the truth.

"It was fine." Was all he said in reply.

"Snape." Fenrir greeted him then, having finally reached him and the teenager.

Severus merely offered a nod in reply before his attention was once again on the boy in his arms. Harry was smiling up at him cheerfully. A quick glance back at the Alpha showed that he had a neutral expression on his face which made it impossible to decipher exactly what he thought of the situation.

"If there's ever anything I can do to repay the favour, please don't hesitate to ask, okay?" The teenager offered.

Before Severus could reply to that, Fenrir was speaking. "I need to speak to him, Pup."

Harry gave a sigh. "Yes, I know, I know." He started to pull away from the hug then, looking up to Severus as he did. "I just tagged along to thank you in person." He turned back to his Alpha. "I'll head back to the rooms now, shall I, sir?"

A grunt and a nod was all the answer the boy got.

"I'll see you tomorrow for our lesson, Severus." Harry said by way of parting before he made his way back in the direction he had come from, leaving the wizard alone with the adult werewolf.

The moment Harry was far enough away, Fenrir lurched at Severus and roughly pushed him against a wall. The Potions professor squelched down the initial stab of fear he felt when his back hit the stone and stared the Alpha down with a confidence he didn't quite feel.

"I'm only going to ask you this once," Fenrir said darkly, his intense stare never straying from the slighter man. "How did you prepare him?"

"With spells."

"You didn't touch him?"

"No."

Their eyes remained locked for several dragging seconds after that as Fenrir tried to decide whether or not to believe Severus. Eventually, the Alpha drew back and allowed the professor his freedom and took a step backwards to put some distance in between them. Severus took a step away from the wall but otherwise didn't move or speak.

"If it had happened at any other time, I'd kill you now." The Alpha muttered reluctantly. "As it is, you helped take the edge off both of our pain."

Severus knew it was a thank you without those exact words being said. And they probably weren't going to be said. This was Fenrir Greyback after all. The words he had just spoken were the closest he would ever get to thanking someone, ever.

That seemed to be the end of what Fenrir wanted to say as he turned and left without further word. Severus merely watched him go before giving a light sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. Why, oh why, had he allowed himself to get so involved with Harry bloody Potter?

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After the forth full moon, things returned to the way they were before; peaceful and uneventful. It remained as such for a good month and a half before the ever constant danger that was in Harry's life once again reared its troublesome head.

It was a typical evening, with Harry walking back to the rooms he shared with his Alpha after a lesson with Severus. The corridors were, of course, void of people as it was past curfew. There were probably some prefects and teachers milling about somewhere, just not around Harry. Due to that being the case, when the sound of someone talking to themselves reached his ears, the teenager was quite rightly confused.

"Jussst typical thhhat my firssst chance to essscape would be in the middle of thhhe night. I'm ssstarting to thhhink I might freeze."

A light frown graced Harry's face at the sound of the unknown voice and he glanced around himself curiously in search of the voice's owner. When all he spotted as a snake slowly making its way along the corridor and sticking close to the wall, he immediately knew it was the reptile he had heard speaking. Fenrir's order for him to never speak to a snake flashed in the teenager's mind momentarily but he quickly ignored it; it had been a stupid order when it had first been issued and it was several years later, so...

"Excussse me," Harry said to the snake, turning in its direction and leaning down slightly in order to talk to it better. "Are you all right?"

"A human who can ssspeak?" The snake asked curiously as it paused and looked up at the boy. "Ssstrange, but I'm willing to sssussspend my disssbelief. Perhapsss you can point me in the direction of the nearessst way outssside?"

"If you keep going thhhe way you were, you'll sssoon come to a ssset of doorsss thhhat lead outssside." Harry revealed, pointing in the direction he meant. "If you don't mind me asssking, where did you come from?"

"One of the roomsss furthhher back thhhat way. I've been trying to essscape for monthhhs and finally thhhat cruel man made a missstake I could take advantage of."

"Cruel man?"

"Yes, the one withhh the mixed ssscent and the two facccesss. I believe I've heard him being addressssssed as Professssssor Moody."

"What do you mean by two facccesss?" Harry inquired, understanding the mixed scent part at least.

"He changesss facccesss." The snake explained. "Sssometimesss he hasss hisss old faccce and other timesss he hasss hisss younger faccce. Hisss younger faccce isss only for when thhhere isss no one elssse around thhhough."

Now that was incredibly suspicious in Harry's mind. The mixed scent had been suspicious enough; for a person to have two distinctive signiture scents was pretty much impossible. Even with werewolves, the scent of their Sire and/or mate were simply underlying to the signiture scent. And to change faces? That was more than impossible, surely? Obviously it was done by magic, but why would Moody want to change his appearance?

"You ssshould never trussst a creature with two facccesss." The snake warned as though it had read Harry's thoughts. "You know thhhat man, youngling? Be very careful around him, he'sss not a good man."

"I'll be sssure to remember thhhat." Harry assured weakly, feeling very much like he wanted to find Fenrir (aka safety) as quickly as possible.

"Good." The reptile said with a little nod. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go find thossse doorsss you mentiiioned." It slithered away then, leaving the human standing in the middle of the corridor, staring after it.

So there definitely was something about Professor Moody that just wasn't right. The main question that was in Harry's mind at that point was whether or not such a thing was significant to him. If it was, how could he go about telling someone about it? After all, he couldn't tell anyone that a snake had told him about the odd man's changing of appearance because he had promised Fenrir that he wouldn't talk to snakes.

That train of thought continued in his mind even as he decided he should continue on his way back to his rooms before Fenrir started to get worried/annoyed. However, when Harry turned, he found himself with a surprisingly close-up view of the very man his thoughts were about. The teenager couldn't help but give a small cry of shock at the proximity of Moody as he staggered backwards a few paces; how had the man got so close without him noticing?

"Something wrong, Potter?" The professor asked gruffly.

"No. Just, uh, surprised to see you." Harry answered nervously, noting to himself that the man was blocking the path he needed to take and so he couldn't just make a run for it.

"Wouldn't happen to know what all that hissing I just heard was about, would you?"

"Hissing, sir?"

"Yes, hissing. Not random hissing though, ordered hissing, like Paseltongue, the language of snakes."

Perhaps it was because of that way that sentence was spoken, but upon hearing it Harry's blood turned icy cold as an odd chill of dread spread through his veins. Okay, so what if Moody had heard him speaking to the snake? The man had obviously only heard hissing so he couldn't possibly know what had been said and therefore didn't need to "take care" of Harry in order to make sure he didn't tell anyone. If that was the case though, then why was Moody looking particularly menacing? And why was he slowly closing the gap between them?

"I, uh, I shouldn't think it was anything special, I'm sure a lot of wizards and witches can speak it." Harry tried a little desperately as he tried to see a way to escape; perhaps he ought to run back to Severus...

"That's where you'd be wrong." Moody disagreed moments before, with one quick move, he had Harry up against one of the corridor's walls, his arms resting on the walls closing the teenager in. "There's only one living person with that particular gift; the Dark Lord himself. Perhaps, Potter, you should come back with me to my classroom."

Harry felt his heart beat pick up speed. It was a bad situation, such a terribly bad situation. He was very tempted to punch the teacher and try to make a run for it, but thankfully, he was saved from having to attempt such a potentially dangerous stunt. All of a sudden, the sight of Professor Moody had been yanked away to be promptly replaced by a very broad, very naked, back. The mixed scent of the ex-Auror was immediately overwhelmed by the much more reassuring scent of Fenrir and a quick glance upwards proved that it was, indeed, the Alpha now standing protectively in front of the teenager.

"Come near him again and I'll kill you."

It was a simple, no nonsense threat and one that seemed to work very well. Moody looked disgruntled and just a little intimidated as he quickly turned and began to hobble away with a fair amount of speed. Harry peered around Fenrir's side carefully to watch him go. The moment the professor had disappeared around a corner, the Alpha had turned to face the teenager, leaning down so their faces were a mere inch apart.

"What did he say to you?"

It was then that Harry remembered what he had been doing before Professor Moody came along. There was absolutely no way he was going to tell Fenrir how Moody had struck up the conversation. After all, he had been having a conversation with a snake, something he had promised his Alpha he would never do again. With the Alpha's mood being how it was in at that moment, he'd explode and Harry wanted to avoid that at all costs.

"Not a lot." The teenager murmured, looking off to the side because he was lying but he hoped it appeared as though he was simply anxious about what had happened. "He asked me to go with him though, to his classroom he said." At least that was the truth which made Harry feel comfortable enough to look up at his mate.

A dark look crossed Fenrir's face then as a deep growl rumbled in his chest and he reached out to pull Harry to him. The boy allowed himself to be held against the bare chest firmly and he couldn't help but smile a little at how he had obviously got away with his lie. The fact that he had got away with it made him rather eager to locate another snake to talk to; his curiosity had been well and truely re-ignited.

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"Severus, this is ridiculous." Harry whined from where he was slumped on the Potions Master's sofa. "You don't have to walk me back to my rooms, I'll be fine."

"That is something neither I nor your Alpha are willing to risk so you'll just have to be patient."

Harry huffed at Severus words and slumped down a little lower. Honestly, what did his teacher and Fenrir think was going to happen in broad day light when there were numerous students milling around? Moody was no threat to him during the day yet precautions were still being made, with Fenrir walking him to Severus' rooms and now Severus walking him back to his and Fenrir's rooms. It was nice to know the two adults cared, but really, there was such a thing and being smothered with care.

"Shall we go then? Before your Alpha decides to come looking for you." The professor said as he re-entered the living room, moving straight through towards the door that led into his classroom.

"Finally." The teenager muttered under his breath, hefting himself up from the sofa and trudging after the man.

However, before the could even reach the door, there was a knock on it. Severus opened it to reveal a student wearing the colours of Slytherin (Harry had picked up that the students wore different colours because the belonged to different houses and recognised the green and silver because it was Severus' house). They were definitely older than Harry was so they were probably in the Seventh Year, though it might've been a really tall Sixth Year.

"Sorry to bother you, Professor, but I was wondering if you could spare a moment to give me some advice on my dissatation." The student explained (it answered the Year question; students only did dissatations in the Seventh Year).

"Of course." Severus agreed much to the younger teenager's annoyance.

"Oh, c'mon!" Harry groaned loudly in frustration, giving the man a look of exasperation.

"Patience is a virtue I think you have yet to learn." Severus told him disapprovingly. "I will be five minutes more at most; to wait that long will do you no harm."

"Unless I die of boredom." The teenager muttered to himself as his teacher left the room one last time. The moment he was sure the man wasn't going to come back, Harry heading over to the portrait entrance that led out into the corridors.

He wasn't waiting. There was no reason for him to wait, everything would be fine. In fact, just to make double sure that everything was fine, he would take the longer route back to his rooms, the one that led outside and past the pitch where that flying sport was played (he had forgotten when Dumbledore had called it) before going back inside. There would be loads of people outside so there would be an even smaller chance of Professor Moody trying anything funny. That would prove to both Fenrir and Severus that he didn't need to be babied and he was more than capable of looking after himself.

And so Harry hurried on his way, quickly navigating his path through the corridors and finally making it out into the sun light of the day. The initial brightness of the world had him pausing and shielding his eyes with his hands but they soon grew accustomed to the change in light and he could continue on his way. Admittedly, there weren't as many people around as he had first assumed there would be, but there was still more than enough. There were several people up in the sky, riding on brooms, playing the game that was called something he couldn't remember at that moment, and then there were the several dozen people who were sitting around and watching the players. Plus, there was no Moody in sight. Yes, despite the fears of his mate and his teacher, the teenager was confident that he was in now danger at all.

"Hey, look out!"

The words came suddenly and had only just been spoken when Harry was turning in the direction they came from, towards the pitch. Instead of seeing what was ahead of him, though, he saw a rapidly approaching ball that was darting straight at him at head height. On instinct, the teenager's hands came up to cover his face even as he turned his head away to protect it, a small gasp of dread leaving him while his eyes screwed shut tightly in anticipation of soon-to-be-felt pain. However, even after several seconds, more than enough time for the ball to smack into him, there was no pain, there wasn't even any impact.

Very carefully, very hesitantly, Harry opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to see what was happening. Through the barrier of his splayed fingers, he was completely astounded by the sight of the ball, hanging in the air millimetres from his palms. It had stopped completely and was just floating there, with nothing to support it, almost like magic...

"Harry!"

The call of his name from Severus was enough to have him drop his hands and turn to see the man. Unfortunately, that seemed to trigger the ball to move again. In an instant it had shot forward, as though it had never stopped, and smacked into the back of Harry's head. The pain it caused only occured to him for a second, however, before the world went black.

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End of Chapter 16.
Cliffie! :O Things get rather exciting next chapter so look forward to it everyone :D
Right, now for my question. Having recently finished one of my projects, I have a space empty for starting a new one. I've decided to fill it with my next story after this. However, I have two ideas that I think will make smashing stories and am somewhat stuck on which one to actually write. Therefore, I'd like the opinions of all of you. So, would you prefer to see another Fenrir/Harry or, to shake things up a bit, would you like to see an oh so very rare Harry/Harry? Now, I've only seen a Harhar once and it was little more than a PWP oneshot. I'm not talking about a oneshot, I'm talking a full-length chapter piece with a real plot, with the main pairing being Harry/Harry.
So do tell me what you'd like to see next in a review or a PM and I'll give you the results in a fortnight when the next chapter is posted.

Review replies!

dolphindreamer
I'm loving the bits with Harry and Snape as well :)

kawaiiyashie
Naughty, naughty, putting off your school work...Though I can't say I was any different when I was in school XD

Sirin Black
I'm glad to hear it and I hope the update was worth the wait :)

morganabythesea
Ah, now, see, that's satisfying. I was going for Harry-innocence to be honest; he hasn't met a lot of people before and those he has, he's been close with. In his mind, to care for someone as a person involves cuddles and being physically close to them. It's not that he's attracted to Severus, it's just that he likes him ^_^

Febreezer
Thank you for such a lovely compliment ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying the story so much.

Canadian Ginger
Yay, I'm not a failure! *dances*

Rockme
As long as people keep reading, I promise I'll keep updating ^_^

momoko
Glad you liked it :)

Kati-chan
You're a Drarry basher? *hides every other story I've ever written from you* XD I used to be an exclusive Drarry writer and then to rekindle the creative juices, I moved onto something less common.
I'm glad you liked this chapter, and don't feel embarassed about liking the smut, I'm the one who has to write it and I'm not embarrassed...Much XD

Kuromei
You're actually the first person to hit the nail on the head ^_^ Severus sees Harry as the last remaining part of Lily that he has a chance of being with in whatever way ^_^

Until my next update, my lovelies, merry Christmas to you all and a happy and healthy New Year.

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