Harry Potter and the Man Who Lived

kaayy, so we\'ve got some slight smut in this chapter. hopfully it\'ll prove satisfactory. *bows*



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to karisma - yay~ thank you! *big bear hug* its such a compliment to know I made you go teary-eyed. *hugs again* hope you enjoy this little bit of smut. its just for you. ;D



to dominique - here you go! and I will continue to update as much as I possibly can.

thank you so much...I can\'t tell you what a relief it is to know someone approves of the "bonding". its one of my all time favorite RP/fic concepts.



to Oompa - *grins* omg thank you so much! it just relieves me so much for you to say something like that. I was really hoping the emo/suicidal Harry wouldn\'t come off as too obnoxious. yeah, I\'ll definitely think about that. the only beta I have at the moment is my sister and she absolutely hates Snarry. lol soyeah. thanks so much!



to Cherry Starburst - thank you~! I\'m so glad you like it. it really means a lot to me. especially considering this is my first fic.



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Strong, cool hands ran down his trembling chest and stomach. Every nerve in his body became automatically directed toward those touches as they went lower and lower. Fire burned beneath his skin and lights burst behind his eyelids. Eventhough his eyes were closed he knew what the hands were about to do before they even moved.



The thin but powerful fingers glided across his smooth stomach, stopping momentarily to draw a ring around his belly-button, and then in that same moment, he felt a pair of warm lips brush along his lower abdomen, just above the thin patch of dark hair that trailed down from his navel. He couldn\'t stop the breathless moan that slipped from his lips. And as it did, it brought out a deep blush, blossoming across his cheeks. He could then feel those same lips curve into a smile against his quivering stomach. It only made him squeeze his eyes tighter, not wishing to see the smug look of satisfaction on the man\'s face.



In a matter of seconds, however, the lips were back on their original path of exploring his stomach. His own hands were clenched tightly in the soft sheets at his sides. The bed was warm, almost as if it had just been slept in, but that could have been from the heat that radiated off of both the men.



Gasping softly, the teen\'s back arched slightly as the hands began to take seperate trails down either of his thighs. The slender limbs trembled beneath the contact, the toned but lean muscles beneath the skin quivering. He couldn\'t take it much longer under this torture. And, as if his mind had just been read, warm, moist lips followed by an equally warm tongue slid down over his throbbing arousal. Back arching off the mattress and a strangled gasp tearing from his throat, his fingers dug into the sheets. Slowly - painfully slowly - he was swallowed whole, the lips of his lover meeting with the base. He could even feel a nose bump his lower stomach and nuzzle briefly in the soft patch of hair there.



By now he was panting and struggling to keep his breathing even. The sensations were almost too much. And right when he thought his body could handle no more, the man\'s mouth began to move, dragging slowly upward, tongue pressed flush against the underside before stopping, lips puckered around the weeping tip.



A shuddering moan drifted from his trembling lips, reaching the man\'s ears and bringing a deep chuckle from his chest. The vibrations that it caused caused the teen\'s back to arch again and another moan shook itself free.



Finally, his torturer must have decided he\'d made him wait long enough. Impossibly tight lips pushed down again, and this time stopped only for a brief moment before pulling back up and then back down. It was all he could do to keep from crying out. Never had he felt anything this intense before. The sensations overwhelmed him and made him feel almost like he was floating, yet at the same time keeping him firmly on the ground.



"God...Oh God..." He moaned, now beginning to roll his hips up against the deep, rhythmic thrusts of the mouth of his lover. While one of his hands remained tightly clenched in the sheets, his other searched blindly until it found the head attached to the mouth. As his fingers gripped desperately in the thick, soft locks it urged the man on, the bobbing of his head speeding up and the suction of his mouth intensifying around the younger man\'s pulsating length.



It took only seconds after that. Back lifting off the bed, and every inch of him trembling, he came, crying out the name of his lover. As his essence spilled from him, the man\'s mouth didn\'t leave him, drinking in all he had to offer.



For the first time his eyes flew open and his fingers grasped so desperately to the sheets that his knuckles turned white. Entire body shaking and convulsing lightly with spasms of pleasure, his head pushed back into the pillow beneath him, mouth wide open as he moaned and whimpered. Gradualy the waves and ripples coursing through his system subsided and he shakily lifted his head to look down into the face of his lover. However, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw no one. Blinking and panting, he realized he was utterly alone, trembling underneath the damp sheets of the cot he had been using in Ron\'s room at the Burrow.



Allowing himself to collapse back down onto the bed, he closed his eyes and tried to process what had just happened. Not only had it only been a dream, but it had been an intense one at that. And there was no mistaking who his mysterious lover had been. He could still feel the large, gentle hands as they caressed every inch of his heated body.



Squeezing his eyes tighter in frustration, he shifted his lower body, suddenly gasping and opening his eyes again as he realized the dampness he felt hadn\'t just been from sweat alone. Licking his lips slowly, he reached down and pulled back the sheets that were clinging to his stomach and legs. The evidence was clear as he looked down at the slightly over-sized pair of boxers he wore.



"What...is happening...to me...?" He whispered, lowering the sheets again and bringing a hand up to his forehead, eyes closing once more.



"Its called hormones, mate."



Bolting upright from his former position, Harry\'s eyes shot over to Ron\'s bed where the red-headed teen was sitting up and staring at him.



"Fucking hell, Ron..." He breathed, putting a hand against his chest, "You nearly gave me a heartattack..."



"Well, you nearly gave me one." Ron replied, crossing his arms while not taking his eyes off Harry.



Harry sighed, feeling the breath come out a little shakily. His body still wasn\'t completely over the dream, or the very real effects it had had.



He really wished Ron hadn\'t witnessed what had just happened. He could certainly live without his friend ever seeing such a thing.



"Um...Dunno if you know this, but..." Ron rubbed the back of his neck and even through the dark Harry could see his ears go pink, "But...before you woke up...you called out Snape\'s name..."



Harry\'s eyes went wide for a moment, utterly horrified by the words that had just come out of his best friend\'s mouth. He had known he called Snape\'s name in the dream, but had no idea the vocalization had actually made it into reality.



"I can only speak for myself of course, but that git\'s name would most definitely be the last I\'d be calling out while...well...you know..."



Harry bit his lip and felt himself begin to shake again, but not for the same reason he had before. Then, unable to look Ron in the eye for another moment, he covered his face with both hands and leaned forward, shoulders trembling.



"Oh...hey...I\'m sorry..." He could hear Ron say hastily from his bed. He was then aware that the other teen had gotten out of his bed and had come over to his. He wished he hadn\'t. He didn\'t want Ron to see him in such a vulnerable state, "Look, mate...its okay...I didn\'t really mean anything by it..."



Harry shook his head then forced himself to look up at Ron.



"No...you did...but, its alright..." He murmered, rubbing his bare upper arms. He attempted to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his release cooling on his stomach and inner thighs.



Harry looked away, but he caught Ron\'s expression from the corner of his eye. The other boy was obviously confused and at a complete loss for words.



"What...what\'s happening to me, Ron?" He whispered, staring down at the patch-work that was drapped over his bent knees, "Ever since...that night...all I\'ve been able to think about...is him...every moment I can see his face...he\'s...always there..."



Eventhough he didn\'t look at Ron again, he knew the red-head must have had a repulsed expression on his face. However, a moment later, he felt a gentle touch to his back, making him flinch the slightest bit. But it soon turned into one of the most comforting things he\'d ever felt. In that moment, he was beyond glad that Ron was his friend.



"I...I don\'t know, Harry...but..." He hesitated for a moment, his skinny fingers still sliding smoothly up and down Harry\'s back, "But...you obviously have some sort of problem..." Unfortunately for Ron that had been the wrong thing to say.



"Problem? You think I have a problem?" Harry demanded, sitting back up straight and looking directly into Ron\'s confused eyes. The sudden movement cause the red-head to pull his hand back, "I don\'t know what this is, but it sure as hell isn\'t a problem!"



"Okay, okay..." Ron said defensively, taking a step back, "Its just that...its not exactly normal to be having wet dreams about our old greasey git of a potions professor..."



At that Harry\'s eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. It was true he had no clue what was happening to him, but it didn\'t feel like something he had to fix, or get rid of. He almost felt like he needed to complete something that needed completeing, or put back a piece that had been taken away.



"You don\'t understand anything..." Harry said, speaking in a low and careful tone. If he wasn\'t careful he was going to end up either saying something he might really regret, or doing something he might regret more.



He remained silent for a moment or two before throwing the sheets off and climbing off the cot, stepping past Ron, who moved back from the other teen as he passed.



"I\'m going to clean up..." He said, without looking back as he left the room, leaving Ron in the dark, and in more ways than one.





Over the next few days, Harry\'s life didn\'t get any easier, infact it had gotten much worse. During the day, the only thing he had to look forward to were the Weasley\'s constantly worrying and fussing over him. He had gotten to the point where he just didn\'t feel like arguing with them anymore. He let Mrs. Weasley fix him special meals and bring him different flavored tea every hour. Ginny, though, had taken to keeping her distance from him. He supposed it was probably hard on her, having to live in the same house with him.



But then...at night...it was a completely different story. Not only did that same dream bombarde him night after night, he sometimes experienced two or three orgasms in the same night. It was starting to become exhausting. He was shagging more than sleeping, and it wasn\'t even with a real person. Ron had learned to accept - rather tolerate - this new situation. It couldn\'t be fun waking up in the middle of the night to your best friend\'s cries of pleasure, especially when he knew it was Snape he was fucking in those dreams.



But Harry didn\'t know how to stop it. Merlin knows he wanted to. He would have done anything to make these bizarre feelings and dreams leave him be.



And it wasn\'t just the dreams anymore. He had started to feel a whole new batch of things. At random moments during the day he might suddenly feel cold, when the room was quite warm...or the strangest feeling of being watched would descend upon him. Not only that, but there was this constant sensation of being pulled or tugged in a certain direction. And it was the same direction at all times. No matter where he might be sitting or standing, this invisible string yanked and tugged at his heart, willing him to follow it.



How could he though? How could he follow such a bizarre feeling when he had no idea about its origin or meaning?



He had already had the thought that it could be something to do with Voldemort, but he always reminded himself that was impossible because the Dark Lord was dead. Dead and gone.



But the hardest part...



...The hardest part...



...The part that made his heart ache until it felt like it would split in two...



...The hardest part was, the person who haunted his dreams, the person who never left his mind\'s eye for even a moment during the day, the person who Harry yearned for...



...He was gone...



He was gone, and he wasn\'t coming back.



Severus Snape. Who would have ever thought that Harry Potter would be aching and burning inside for the snarky Hogwarts Potions Master...but he was...God, he was...



The desire was so great that it almost felt like it was suphocating him. It burned like a raging fire, driving him mad. Infact, it was beginning to wiegh so heavily upon him that he felt like, once again, suicide might be his only option. He felt disgusted for even thinking it, but he couldn\'t keep living like this. He doubted if even Hermoine could give him the answers he needed.



...Then again...



Perhaps he should talk to Hermoine. The girl seemed to know everything. Perhaps she could help him...



If this was some kind of mental condition, she might not be able to help. But, if it was magically related...such as some bizarre spell or jinx, then there might be some hope. The only problem was...he was afraid of how she might react to something like this.



How would the conversation go, he wondered...



"Oh, hi there, Hermoine. How are you doing? Oh, I\'m just peachy. Yeah, so listen, I\'ve got a question for you. I have dreams about snarky, old Professor Snape. What kind of dreams? Oh, nothing too wierd...just insanely amazing, out-of-this-world, hot, passionate sex that makes me blow my load every single night...sometimes more than once..."



...Yeah, he was going to have to think this over very carefully...





"You wanna see Hermoine?" Ron asked, before ripping a bite out of his overdone toast. Dark brown crumbs flew everywhere and stuck to his lips and chin. Harry looked at him for a second, wondering how, at this age, Ron could still eat like that.



"Yeah, there\'s something I wanna ask her..." He answered, for the first time actually feeling hopeful he might get some answers at last. Ron chewed his toast as he watched Harry, one eyebrow raised questioningly.



Harry sighed and rolled his eyes at the other boy.



"Don\'t worry, you git, I\'m not gonna try anything with her."



Ron blinked then snorted slightly, swallowing the toast in his mouth, "You better not, you perv..."



Lately Ron had taken to calling him names such as \'perv\', \'naughty boy\', and Harry\'s personal favorite: \'Sir Shag-alot.\'



All Harry did was roll his eyes again and go back to his own breakfast. The two boys had the house to themselves that day. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone to the Ministry for some something or other. Harry hadn\'t caught the details. The twins had gone in to check on the new employees they\'d hired for Weasley\'s Wizard Weezes and they took Ginny with them.



Minutes later Ron had polished off the last of his porridge and toast, quickly draining the rest of his orange juice with a satisfied gasp of air.



"I\'ll go see if she\'s free to come over." He offered, dropping his dishes in the sink where they were instantly taken over by a pair of brushes covered in soapy bubbles. Harry nodded and took a few more bites from his own porridge, not feeling particularly hungry. His appetite just hadn\'t been the same since he came to live here.



Only ten or so minutes passed when Ron had returned, followed by none other than Hermoine herself. Evidently she had been free.



"Harry, when are you ever going to cut that hair of yours?" She asked, joining him at the table.



"Want anything to drink?" Ron asked. Hermoine shook her head but smiled thanks anyway, then turned her attention back to Harry.



"Ron said you had something you wanted to ask me about." She said, folding her hands on the table and gazing intently at Harry.



Pushing his bowl away, Harry nodded and scratched the back of his head, wondering where to begin. Hermoine\'s lips curved into a reassuring smile, one that, oddly enough, Harry drew comfort from despite the embarassing topic he was about to introduce.



"Well..." He began, shifting his gaze away from her, "For the past few months since...well, since that last night at Hogwarts...I\'ve been feeling really wierd...I was hoping you might be able to help me figure it out..."



"Wierd how?" She asked.



"Erm...well, I have these strange sensations that I can\'t explain, and they happen at random moments during the day....like, for example, I\'ll be sitting next to a cool window or something and then suddenly feel hot eventhough there\'s a breeze coming in. Or, eventhough I might be eating pudding, I\'ll find myself tasting something salty instead."



Hermoine continued to stare at him, eyebrows drawn downward in concentration. He could tell she was thinking things over deeply in her mind.



He stared at her for a moment, waiting on her to say something, but when she didn\'t, he figured he might as well go on.



"Also...I have these...dreams..." As he spoke he glanced at Ron, who looked away and pretended to be interested in the clock on the wall, "They\'re all the same..." He sighed and summoned the courage to say what he knew he had to, "They involve me being extremely intimate with...with another man..."



To Harry\'s astonishment, Hermoine\'s mouth broke into a wide smile.



"Oh, Harry, there\'s nothing bizarre or unusual happening to you!" He said, sounding an aweful lot like Mrs. Weasley. She then reached across the table and took Harry\'s hand, "I must admit though, I would never have guessed myself that you were gay."



Harry blinked in confusion and looked at Hermoine as though she\'d just spoken some foreign language.



"But...I\'m not gay..." He said.



It was then Hermoine\'s turn to blink in confusion.



"But, Harry, you just told me you\'ve been dreaming about having sex with another man." She let go of his hand, "Why would you be having dreams like that if you\'re not gay?"



"That\'s exactly why I wanted to talk to you!" He said, voice coming out a bit urgent, "I\'m confused...I have no clue what\'s happening to me, and I know its not normal...its like...like there\'s a jinx or something on me..."



"I very much doubt that." She answered, placing her fingertips against her chin in thought. It was a few moments before she spoke again, "If you don\'t mind me asking, do you know who it was in the dream with you?"



Harry\'s stomach turned over at her words. He had really been hoping she wouldn\'t ask him that.



He didn\'t answer, and Hermoine sighed, "C\'mon, Harry, how am I supposed to help you if you keep important information from me?"



"But, is it really that important?"



"Yes, it is."



He glanced at Ron. The red-head was now examining a small stain on the wall. Ron already knew who had been in the dream, but Harry knew he would be no help during this conversation.



Finally, releasing a sigh of defeat, he looked at Hermoine again.



"Snape...it was Snape..."



At first he thought she might either go into hysterics or scream and flee the room, however instead, her face broke out in that same grin from before, but this time she seemed much more confident about her theory.



Harry raised his eyebrows, and even Ron tore his attention away from the amazing stain and looked at his girlfriend.



"Its the Bond." She said simply, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest, grinning smugly across the table at Harry.



"The what?" Asked both Harry and Ron together.



"The Bond." She repeated, "Its an ancient spell cast thousands of years ago by a group of wizards who wished to keep people with magical blood from breeding with Muggles. Basically, once it finds you, usually around age seventeen, but it varies from person to person, it will attach your soul to another who it deems your match."



The two boys exchanged glances before returning their eyes to Hermoine.



"But, wait a second Hermoine..." Said Ron, speaking up for the first time, "How can that be? If Harry\'s bonded with Snape...I mean, that would make sense since its him Harry\'s been dreaming about...it doesn\'t make any sense. Snape\'s dead. You two watched him die in the Shrieking Shack, right?"



"He must be alive." She answered, looking him square in the eyes. Harry blinked and felt his heart do a little flip just at her words.



"A-alive?"



Looking back at Harry, Hermoine smiled and nodded, "He must be, or else you wouldn\'t be going through this. If you are truly bonded to Snape, then you would have died that moment in the Shrieking Shack as well."



"Wh-what? I would have died?"



She nodded again, "Two people who are bonded share a life, so to speak. If one dies then the other dies...one life can\'t support itself without the other."



Harry\'s mouth dropped open and he felt moisture stinging his eyes.



Ron, on the other hand, was standing with his arms crossed and his head shaking slowly in disbelief.



"How the hell did he survive an attack like that? He was biten by that fucking snake that belonged to You Know Who, right?"



"Ron, language...Yes, she bit him on the neck, but there are plenty of ways he could have prevented the death, especially if he was suspicious that Voldemort might try something that night."



"Like what? Not much I can think of that would allow a bloke to survive something like that..."



"Well, he could have taken some sort of precautionary potion or something that would prevent the snake\'s venom from penetrating his system. Now, the bite itself he most likely wouldn\'t be able to do anything about...but, he must be alive, otherwise Harry would be going through none of the Bond\'s symptoms."



Harry, listening silently, felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. Snape was alive. He was actually alive. Then...that means...he had seen him that night!



"Hermoine!"



Both Hermoine and Ron jumped, eyes locking onto Harry.



"I saw him! I saw him the other night...he was here...in the garden out back! He was here!"



Suddenly Harry found himself grinning for the first time in months and he was practically shaking from the overwhelming joy rushing through him.



"Snape was here? What do you mean?"



"The other night, I woke up out of a nightmare and went to the window...I looked down into the garden and I saw someone collapsed on the ground...a second later they looked up and it was Snape. It was him...it was definitely him." He suddenly felt so excited that he couldn\'t stand to sit anymore. Quickly standing up, he began pacing slightly while he went on, "He looked straight up into the window and I could tell he was exhausted...almost like he was using every bit of energy he had just to be there...then, after I ran downstairs into the garden, he was gone. He must\'ve Disapparated or something..."



Hermoine put a finger to her lips and watched Harry.



"I wonder why he didn\'t stay..." She said, "He must know about the Bond. Someone of his intellegence would surely know of it...and with that said, he would most certainly know the symptoms of the Bond if he was feeling them himself. Therefore..." She paused for just a moment, locking gazes with Harry, "Therefore, he would know that he must bring the two of you together as soon as possible."



"Why? What would happen?"



"Well...nothing life threatening...but, if you two aren\'t brought together within just a week or so of the Bond\'s manifestation then you will begin to come under extreme amounts of physical and emotional pain."



Harry looked at her, and even Ron seemed concerned by this bit of news.



"What...what am I supposed to do?" He asked, feeling some of his excitment leave and be replaced by urgency.



"If he does not reveal himself to you within a day or so, Harry, you must take it upon yourself to find him..." She said, but then shook her head and folded her fingers together, pressing her lips against them in both concentration and confusion, "I just don\'t understand why he hasn\'t at least contacted you to let you know he\'s alive..."



Taking his seat again, Harry rubbed his neck, the left side feeling sore all of a sudden. Hermoine noticed and her eyes immediately went wide.



"Oh my God...Harry..." She breathed, watching as he rubbed his neck, but then stopped, eyes going back to her.



"What is it?"



"Is your neck hurting you right now?"



"Yeah...dunno what happened...it just suddenly started feeling sore..."



"That spot you were rubbing was the exact same spot where Snape was bitten..."



At first Harry didn\'t understand, but then, thinking more carefully about what Hermoine had said, it finally hit him.



"You mean I\'m...I\'m sharing his pain? Does that mean...Oh God...his neck must be hurting right now too!"



Hermoine bit her lower lip and smiled, nodding in confirmation of Harry\'s words. Everything was coming together. Everything made sense. Snape was alive and Harry was feeling what he was feeling. It then made him wonder if Snape had experienced that intense burst of joy he\'d felt earlier. He sincerely hoped he had.



"Bloody hell, this is some heavy shit..." Ron said, taking a seat beside Harry.



"Language, Ron!" Hermoine scolded. Ron rolled his eyes, then turned to Harry.



"So, does this mean you two are like...married or something?"



Hermoine snorted softly with laughter and Ron looked at her.



"What?"



"Ron, its really not as simple as that. Besides, not all people who are bonded end up connecting romantically. Sometimes it developes as more of a love between siblings."



Harry swallowed and tapped his finger against the table, blood rushing up into his cheeks. Hermoine must have noticed because she smiled.



"But, luckily for Harry, it appears as though something much more special will come of this Bonding."



"Luckily?" Ron snorted, glancing from Hermoine to Harry and back again, "No offense, Harry, but if that\'s your idea of lucky then I\'ll stick with my own unlucky."



"Ron! Don\'t be so insensitive!"



Ron shrugged sheepishly.



Harry only laughed and leaned back in his chair. Ron and Hermoine both seemed somewhat surprised to hear him laugh.



"I can\'t believe he\'s alive..." He said, speaking softly with an air of wonder in his voice. Hermoine smiled at him and even Ron had to allow himself a small one as well.



"How are you going to find him though?" Ron asked.



Harry didn\'t answer. He had no idea how he was going to find him. Not only did he have no clue where he was, he had even less of a clue of how to find out where he was. He glanced in Hermoine\'s direction, hoping she might have some ideas.



She sighed and tapped her chin thoughtfully.



"He\'s probably staying somewhere safe while he recovers from his injury..." She trailed off as she continued to think over the possibilities, "I wonder...who would he be able to stay with? He would surely need someone there with him to aid in his healing..."



Suddenly, Harry\'s eyes widened as he flashed back to that day in Knockturn Alley.



"Malfoy..." He said, Hermoine\'s eyes returning to him.



"Malfoy?"



"I saw him in Knockturn Alley...that day we met in Diagon Alley...he said he wanted to apologize for everything he had done to me at Hogwarts, and that he wanted us to be friends."



Ron raised his eyebrows and Hermoine listened intently.



"But, the strange part was--"



"You mean it gets stranger?" Ron asked, recieving a severe look from Hermoine.



"The strange part was..." Harry continued, "There was something he said...\'He was right about you\'...I think it was Snape he was talking about!"



Hermoine\'s eyes then widened and her mouth fell open slightly.



"You may be right!"



"You mean Snape\'s staying with the Malfoys?" Ron asked, seemingly repulsed by the very idea.



"Well, it makes sense really..." Said Hermoine, "He is Draco\'s god-father, and Snape is friends with Mr. Malfoy...besides, their house is huge...I doubt they\'d mind one injured house guest."



Harry nodded and tapped his fingers restlessly against the table.



"So...all I have to do is go to Malfoy Manor...he\'ll be there, and...and..."



"And you can rush into eachother\'s arms and share in true love\'s first kiss!" Ron put his hands together dramatically and puckered his lips in a mock kiss towards Harry.



"Ron, I am not amused." Hermoine said, sternly.



Ron snorted and grinned, "I thought it was pretty funny."



Harry smirked and gave Ron a light, playful punch on his shoulder.



"That\'s exactly what we\'ll do." He said teasingly, though he very much doubted if Severus Snape would take part in such an open display of affection.



The rest of Hermoine\'s visit was spent discussing different aspects of the Bond and various other topics before it became too dark outside to even see the gnomes as they scurried around the garden. Before Hermoine stepped into the fireplace to leave the Burrow, she gave Harry a tight hug and told him everything would work out. He believed her and hugged her back.



Later that night, after everyone was in their beds and soft snoring drifted from Ron\'s side of the room, Harry lay awake thinking of Snape and what their first meeting would be like. No matter what scenario he played out in his mind, it made him smile and feel pleasent tingles sweep over his body.



At last, as sleep finally took him, he felt himself smile as he found himself looking forward to the dreams that would soon consume his mind...his body...and his soul...





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next chapter will finally see the reunion of our favorite angst ridden wizards!

probably no more smut for a couple chapters, but expect plenty of fluff for sure~

thanks once again to everyone who takes the time to read! *hugs all around*