Moments

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This is my first Harry and Snape story. I\'m more of a Harry and Draco fan...which you\'ll find quite a few of those...at least 8 (go check them out! hint!) This is just a quick story I thought of, what if Harry and Snape were locked in a room together with death staring them in the face?

MOMENTS

It could have been anyone but him. Trapped in the small room in London with only one other soul in the room, why did it have to be him? It could have been anyone. Even Draco Malfoy, who at least was small, and easily intimidated when his goons weren’t around. But no, it had to be Severus Snape. Of all the people Harry Potter hated, it was the long dark haired Potions master.

The hate for each other was the only thing they agreed on.

Sitting in the corner, his knee’s brought up to his chest, Harry watched Severus pace back and forth. His long black coat flying about his legs in the most aggravating manner. How did everything this man do annoy the hell out of Harry?

“Will you stop bloody pacing?” Harry muttered from his corner seat.

Looking over, arching an eyebrow, Severus sneered, “Are you telling me what to do Potter?”

“Only suggesting that you take a seat. There’s no way getting out. Professor Dumbledore saw to that.”

“Do not treat me like some scared child.” Severus snapped, swiftly pointing his wand at Harry.

“Just drop it Severus.” Harry muttered, going back to his thoughts. Severus looked down at the boy, unsure if he heard Harry correctly.

“You will call me Professor-”

“You’re no longer my professor. I’ve graduated from Hogwarts, therefore, I have the right to call you whatever I bloody well want. If I wanted to call you poopy head I could.”

“Glad to see you’ve matured nicely Potter.”

“It was an example,” Harry snapped, exasperated. “We’re going to be in here for a while. We might as well try to at least be civilized toward each other so Professor Dumbledore will find us both alive when he comes back. If he comes back.”

Sitting down rigidly, Severus sneered. “Alight Potter. I guess for once in your pathetic existence you have a point.”

“Never hold back the insults, do you Severus?”

“Will you refrain yourself from calling me that?”

“Too personal for you?” Harry asked, stretching out his legs.

“You act as though we’re friends.”

“Might as well. I mean, we’ll probably be dead within a few hours.” Looking up at Severus with cool green eyes, Harry pushed his glasses back on the top of his nose. Why did he have to be right again, Severus wondered roughly. “This isn’t exactly how I want to be spending my last moments on earth.”

“And what would you rather be doing?” Severus asked, pulling off his robe. The room was warm, and the wall hard. He propped up the material behind him and sat back.

“Flying,” a light smile found Harry’s lips. “A nice warm afternoon, flying around the pitch.” Looking over at Severus, Harry arched his back, trying to will away the aching muscles. Why couldn’t Dumbledore have locked them in a more comfortable room? \"And you?\"

“Reading,” he responded immediately.

“No loved one you’d want to spend it with?”

Looking over, Severus arched an eyebrow and smirked. “No. And you Potter? No girl you wouldn’t want to be with right now?”

Grinning, a mischievous gleam found Harry’s eyes. “Wouldn’t have minded having a shot at Malfoy’s arse before I died.”

Turning slightly green, Severus pushed down the urge to gag. “My godson Draco?” Harry was too busy chuckling to answer. Severus felt the smile on his lips, but it was so unfamiliar that it quickly disappeared.

“Was that a smile I just saw on you Severus?”

“Why are you suddenly calling me that?” Severus asked, quickly changing the subject.

“It’s your name isn’t it?” Harry asked, shrugging slightly. He wasn’t quite sure why he decided to start calling him that. It just came out, and sounded right.

“I hope you don’t expect me to call you Harry.”

“Never asked you to.” It was quiet again. Harry closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. “I wonder what’s going on out there.”

“You don’t want to know.” Severus replied quietly.

“It’s amazing what a little hate can do isn’t it?” Harry asked, not bothering to open his eyes. “I’m only alive because of my mother’s love. And so many people are dead because of one man’s hate. It seems so stupid to hate so much, doesn’t it?”

Silence. Severus watched Harry interestedly. Never had they had a civil conversation. But they were so close to an unavoidable death that Severus felt quite silly for holding the grudge against Harry all those years. Not that he would ever admit it. “It’s not quite over yet Harry. I wouldn’t be giving up all hope.”

Opening one eye, Harry had caught Severus using his first name. A small smile fluttered on Harry’s lips, as he closed his eye once more. He seemed utterly tired. Exhausted. “I know it’s not over. But it’s only a matter of time when that door opens, and I have to face Voldemort. I don’t know if I’m going to beat him or not. If I\'m going to come out alive. However, I do know that most of my friends are probably dead now. Ron, Hermoine. The Weasely’s. Even Professor Dumbledore. If I walk away from this, my life still intact, I still have lost everything.” There were tears holding back in Harry’s voice. Severus could hear them.

“You don’t know they’re dead.” Severus said softly, wanting to comfort some of the pain echoing in Harry’s voice.

“I do though.” A tear slid down the pale cheek through a closed eye. Before Severus thought, he reached over and touched Harry’s arm. The simple comforting motion startling the green eyed boy.

“You have to believe they’re alive. You have to believe that when you leave here everything will work out.”

Nodding, Harry sniffled, still trying to hold back the tears. Unsure of himself, Severus draped a clumsy arm around Harry, pulling him into a semi embrace. He stiffened slightly, before molding into the warm waiting arms.

Outside it was quiet. Severus wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign. As if having a mind of it’s own, pale long fingers stroked the small boy’s hair. “I’m afraid.” Harry whispered, tightening his hold around Severus’ middle.

“So am I.” Severus confessed. Harry was looking at him now. Those bright emerald eyes seemingly seeing through everything Severus ever thought. Down to the deep pains of his teenage years were the bitterness had begun.

Was Harry’s lips on his? Yes. Warm and soft. Caressing and needy. Innocent and erotic. Searching and teasing. Severus wanted to pull away, but found his body wouldn’t allow it. And though it only lasted seconds, Severus was sure an eternity had passed. Placing his head in the delicate curve of Severus’ neck, Harry sighed, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Severus closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The end

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