To Teach

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.

A/N: Ok, guys, this story has over 1,600 hits. Where are my reviews??? You wouldn\'t want to see a grown author cry would you? My muse is starving to death! Do you know what a starving muse looks like? Mine looks like a mermaid on crack!! OK, I think I\'m done with the melodrama now. On to the story!!


Harry’s head rolled back and forth across his chest. “Ugh….”

“Harry,” Severus said as he moved to the side of the bed. “You’re awake. How do you feel?”

Harry looked up through bleary eyes, “What in the hell did you give me? I can’t feel my feet, and my head feels three times too big.”

Snape laughed. “Tizzie brought the wrong pain potion, and I was not paying any attention until you’d already taken it. You need to take this potion to knit the bones in your ankle together before you move.”

“Before I do anything, Severus, I’ve got to piss. I know I can’t walk, still, so you’ll have to help me to the loo.”

Snape rolled his eyes. “Come on, Potter,” he said as he pulled the young man up.

He got him to the bathroom, and Harry peed. They made their way back to the bed, and Harry suddenly didn’t want to lie back down. “Can I just sit in the chair and prop my foot up?”

Snape heaved an exasperated sigh. “No, Potter, you have to be on the bed. If you move in the slightest while the knitting potion is working, you know that you can permanently disfigure yourself. You do still want to be able to do what you were doing out there, don’t you?”

Conceding defeat, Harry sat on the bed. “Yes, I do want to continue with my Kung Fu. You were watching?”

“I was entranced. I’ve never seen a person move with such surety and grace. What exactly is Kung Fu?”

“It’s a form of muggle self defense. It’s ancient, and from China, I think.”

“You’re a wizard. What could you possibly need with muggle defense?”

Harry laughed. “It’s not about defending myself. It’s about finding that place of perfect calm inside me. It gives me the same sense of peace that your potions do for you.”

“Hmmm...” is all that Severus says in reply.

Harry put his hand on the older wizard’s. “Thank you for helping me.”

Snape looks at the young wizard’s hand on top of his with surprise. “I’ve only done what any good wizard would.”

He took the potion and drank it before he said, “No, you’ve done more for me in the last two days than the rest of the wizarding world has ever done. You’ve reminded me what it’s like to live. Dumbledore sent me here to give me a purpose, and you have reminded me that I do not need a purpose to actually live.”

Harry picked up his old teacher’s hand and kissed his palm. Severus shut his eyes and hissed. With wide eyes, Harry said quickly, “I…if you didn’t…”

He didn’t get the words out until Snape had captured his lips. Both of the older man’s hands found Harry’s face, and took hold of it. Harry was consumed with longing for the older man and allowed his tongue to enter into his mouth. Immediately, their tongues sparred with one another. They darted and swirled around each other. Both men were in pure, sweet bliss.

Severus moved his hands up and down Harry’s taught chest. His slender fingers lingered on the young man’s nipples as he pinched and rubbed them. Harry was the first to pull away. Panting, he looked into the onyx jewels that were the other man’s eyes, and whispered, “Did that just happen?”

Snape was still within inches of Harry’s lips when he answered, “Yes.”

The hot breath of the older man on Harry\'s kiss swollen lips sent a shiver down his spine. “I thought so,” was all he could manage.

Gently, Snape rose from the bed shaking his head. “That should not have happened. It should not!”

Harry quirked an eyebrow. “It shouldn’t?”

Snape turned to look at him, “No, that could have led to something else, and if we’d moved you while that potion is working, what would you have done if you could never walk again?”

Relief washed over Harry’s face. Snape’s worried about my ankle, not rejecting me! “I suppose that would have been bad.”

“Yes, Harry, it would have been.”

He patted the place on the bed where Severus had been sitting. “Sit with me?”

Snape shook his head. “Too much temptation.”

“Well, give me a sleeping potion, or another pain potion, and I’ll go to sleep. If I’m not conscious, then I won’t be able to tempt you. I really just want you to stay tonight. I don’t like being alone when I am injured.”

Harry winced at that awful excuse, but he hoped that it would work on Snape. To Harry’s relief, it did work on the older man. He summoned another mild sedative, this time, the right one, and administered it to Harry. The young man grabbed Snape’s ears and pulled him into another deep kiss before he fell off into a troubled sleep, filled with a nightmare he hadn\'t had in a long time.


Harry could hear the high pitched laughter of Lord Voldemort. “Can’t be, he’s dead. I killed him years ago!”

\"Harry! Oh, Harry!” came the awful voice. “I have something you want, little one!”

Harry found himself in the middle of the main street in Hogsmeade, with Voldemort holding an unconscious Severus Snape in front of him.

“I have what you want little one! You know he is mine. You know I’ve done with him what I pleased. He’ll forever be marked by me. He’s mine, Harry.”

With that, Voldemort threw the limp form of Snape to the side and attempted to pull his wand. Harry was already ready with his and before Voldemort could retrieve it from his robe, Harry screamed, “Avada Kadavra!”

The Dark Lord fell in a heap, not knowing what hit him. Before the evil being could hit the ground, Harry was running toward Snape. “Oh God Severus, please don’t be dead!”