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goldheart
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Rated: M - English - Romance - Severus S. & Harry P. - Reviews: 9 - Published: 07-15-04 - id:1965503
The first morning was a Sunday.

Severus Snape carefully extricated his legs and arms from embraces, from vice grips. He made no lingering touches as he stood and gathered his clothes from the floor. Harry Potter's bathroom door closed with a click.

Harry Potter made a small noise like morning ache as in his bathroom, Severus Snape pulled at the bags beneath his eyes, not hearing, making like he could smooth away years, making like he could stretch his skin back across his bones, making idle gestures to himself.

Severus Snape resisted the temptation to open Harry Potter's medicine cabinet and turned from Harry Potter's mirror. He caught the reflection of vessels under skin as he moved his neck and there it was, a mark. Severus Snape only ever blushed with his whole body.

Severus Snape felt ridiculous, naked and now half collapsed on Harry Potter's toilet with his head in his hands.

Harry Potter listened and heard the small click of the bathroom door opening again.

Severus Snape retrieved his wool overcoat from where it was strewn across the back of Harry Potter's blue armchair, and shrugged it over broad shoulders. Perfunctory blind touches by pale hands made sure his wand was in his pocket. He made for the door; it was raining, it was drizzling, it was a Sunday morning and it was grey outside of Harry Potter's flat.

Severus Snape thought fleetingly of coming in from the rain instead of going out into it, but turned up his collar (to keep the rain out, to keep the rain out) and turned the knob and concentrated on silence, mostly, and maybe he didn't think of anything this morning, so soon after night.

As Severus Snape crossed the threshold of Harry Potter's house, as he walked down the steps, as he turned the corner to the back alley and made his legs walk to the wall, Harry Potter sat up slightly, rubbed his eyes without the bags, and got up to bolt the door.

As Severus Snape disappeared with a small pop of displaced air, Harry Potter sunk back into warm sheets and hugged the pillow to his chest, inhaling the scent and the sex and the things the rain would soon take from Severus Snape.


A/N: gabblediflkjgjblhbwashhh. I'm terrible.
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