A Very Snarry Scene

A/N: I got a review for my tease! So here\'s the next portion of my stroy. The story wont be very long, but I think it\'s turning out okay so far. I have yet to finish the next chapter, but I tell you there will only be a few more left, unless some odd, unforseeable event happens to make it longer, I doubt that. Anyways, here\'s your chapter, and please review, or at least vote, it would be greatly appreciated. DO THE MOO, love ya.

Severus sat for a moment staring at the closed entryway, trying to get the image of that *thing* out of his mind. A soft whimper from his lap brought him back to reality, and he looked down at the bloody mess that was Harry lying against him. He was worried. No, not for the boy, but because Potter was the only chance he had of being freed from the monstrosity\'s grasp, and he wanted out. He took the wand out of Harry\'s limp hand and preformed the strongest healing spells he knew. The wounds slowly closed, but blood still covered the younger man\'s body.

Severus picked Potter up and acended the moving staircase into the headmaster\'s office. He could feel the slow pulse that was still beating in the young man\'s chest, but it was faint. As soon as they were both inside Dumbledore\'s office, the door closed and Severus knew instantly that his magic was gone. The headmaster\'s wards were preventing magic from being used here, and it was as much a blessing as a curse. One one hand, he didn\'t have to worry about being attacked, but on the other hand, he couldn\'t transfigure whatever they needed. He\'d have to get along with what Dumbledore provided.

He laid Harry out on the large couch in the corner of the room and tossed a blanket over the sleeping body. He then went through the unlocked cupboards and made an inventory of what was available to them until such a time as they could get away. All in all, he found a never-ending jug of pumpkin juice, a platter that kept refilling itself with random foods, an entire shelf of snacks and goodies, a thick comforter, and a few other items he didn\'t think they\'d be needing.

\'Why in Merlin\'s name does the old coot need condoms and lubricant??? On second thought, I really don\'t want to know.\'

Severus took a towel from the adjoining washroom and filled a bucket with warm water to wash the blood off Harry so he could make sure there was no lasting damage. Merlin only knows what the headmaster would do to him if the golden boy was injured while in his care. He stripped the remains of the boy\'s tattered cloths off him and set to removing the drying blood. He was about halfway done when Harry began to stir, shifting a bit before his eyes shot open to stare into the others eyes.

\"Snape??\"

\"That\'s Proffesor Snape to you, Potter.\"

The boy looked very confused as he tried to remember exactly what had happened to end them up in this situation. His eyes bugged out and his entire upper body flushed when he noticed what Severus was doing to him.

\"What happened?\"

\"We were attacked, or are you too slow to realize even something as obvious as that?\"

Harry glared at his proffessor. He had just woken up and was in serious pain, this was not something he needed right now. However, being snarky right back at the bastard would probably just put him even worse off, so he forced himself to be polite to the older man.

\"I meant, what happened to the monster, and how did we get into the headmasters office?\"

\"What\'s the last thing you remember, Potter?\"

\"I remember you pulling me into the castle when Voldemort sent the monster after me, and I think I threw a few spells at it. Actually, I think I used a lot of spells, I\'m totally drained of my magic.\"

Harry allowed himself a quick grin as the potion\'s professor flinched at his *master\'s* name. If he was going to have to be polite, he might as well at least piss off the greasy bastard a little bit. Anything else would be very unpotterlike.

\"The headmaster\'s office is blocking your magic, and as for what happened, I dragged you in here right after the dark lord\'s creature bit you.\"

\"Is that why my body hurts so much?\"

\"Come off it Potter, you can\'t be in that much pain. I\'ve already healed all your wounds, so stop acting like a toddling infant.\"

\"I\'m not! You must not be very good at healing spells, feels like I\'m being shredded.\"

It was true, his body felt like it was on fire from the waist down. He refused to even look at his lower body, mostly due to the fact that his professor\'s hand was currently situated just above a very sensitive part of his atonomy. He may hate the evil bastard, but he was a hormonal teen, and having anyone\'s hand near that region of his body would cause a reaction. It was a testimony to himself that he wasn\'t hard already. Might have something to do with the pain wracking his body.

\"You have no wounds left, Potter. Close your mouth and stop complaining\"

Harry closed his mouth and settled for just glaring at his professor. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth again, his words would probably just upset the potion\'s master even more. Said man finished clenaing the blood off his legs and took the cloth and bucket to the washroom to dump out and clean. He also relieved himself and washed his face up a bit. When he came back out, Harry was just staring at the ceiling, body still completely uncovered.

\"Are you going to cover yourself, Potter, or do you enjoy exposing yourself to the world?\"

\"Fuck you!\"

Harry grabbed the covers and wrapped them around his body. Even that slight movement had been agony, but he\'d never admit that to Snape. He wasn\'t going to make the elder man think him weaker that he already did. But Merlin, it hurt. He saw the sneer thrown his way and returned it with a glare.

\"You wish, boy. Just because you\'re willing to screw everything you see doen\'t mean the rest of us have no taste.\"

\"GO TO HELL!\"

He hated the constant insults directed his way. Having been outed in his 6th year by Draco Malfoy, he was getting used to the scathing remarks directed his way. He had found out he was attracted to men as well as women when, upon seeing Seamus and Dean making out in his dormatory, he had gotten a raging hardon. He\'d had a breif thing with former gratuate Oliver Wood, but it hadn\'t gotten too far, as Oliver had fallen in love with Charlie Weasley. Harry had convinced Oliver to go after Charlie, and the two were quiet happy together last he checked.

\"Language, Potter.\"

Snape went to Dumbledore\'s cupboards and grabbed the neverending platter of food, the refilling jug of juice and dishes for 2. If he starved the boy, Dumbledore would tear his head off. He placed the items on a folding table beside the couch and pulled over a chair to sit on. He sneered as the young man winced when moving. \'Weak, stupid, useless boy. How can he defeat the dark lord if he can\'t even get over a bit of pain? It\'s not like there\'s anything wrong with him now. He\'s just going to milk it for all it\'s worth.\'

\"Going to continue making out like you\'re on death\'s edge, Potter? I\'ll have you know you\'ll get no sympathy from me.\"

\"Shut the fuck up. You\'re as bad as Lockart at healing spells. Probably did more damage to me than help.\"

Severus\'s glare multiplies tenfold at the comparason between himself and the Lockart fool, but refrained from attacking the boy, Dumbledore probably wouldn\'t like that. Right now, he decided to just hate everyone. The two of them sat in silence and ate their fill, which wasn\'t much for either of them. Harry proceded to lie back on the couch and sleep, while Snape was left to clean up after them, then look around for a place for him to sleep.

\'Only the couch and a few blankets, and I\'m not sleeping on a floor. God knows what that would do to my back.\' Snape grabbed another blanket and proceeded to wake the sleeping young man on the couch.

\"Move over, Potter.\"

\"Why?\"

\"It either we share the couch, or I\'m throwing you onto the ground to sleep, your choice.\"

Harry groaned. He wanted to sleep, but didn\'t relish the idea of doing so next to the potions master. But there was no way he would be able to sleep on the floor. He was already in so much pain, and just moving hurt. He carefully shifted over and turned his back to the older man, flattening himself against the back of the large couch. He felt Snape lie down behind him, but didn\'t feel anything else. By the time his professor had gotten comfotable, Harry was already fast asleep.