The Healing of Enemies
Disclaimer: Please, don't sue me. I own nothing other than the plot.
Severus planted a quick kiss on the Gryffindor's forehead and opened the door the Great Hall. The room was dim, but the lights sprang on as soon as Harry and Severus stepped inside the door.
"SURPRISE HARRY! WELCOME BACK!"
The room held about 20 or 25 people he knew. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sirius, Ginny, Neville, Lavender, Cho Chang, Minister Fudge, Molly Weasley, Bill, and Charlie, among others were there. The room was decorated for a party; music was playing in the background. After they were fully in the room, everyone started coming toward Harry and Severus. They were all talking at once, telling Harry how happy they were that he was alive and well.
"Too many people Sev…Too many voices"
Harry started shaking and dropped his crutch. He sunk to the floor, curling up into a little ball and rocking back and forth. Severus quickly knelt next to him and wrapped his arms around the shaking young man. He pressed his cheek to Harry's so he could whisper in his ear.
"Harry calm down, please. It's okay…I'm here, no one going to hurt you."
The Boy-Who-Lived clutched at Severus' robes, burying his face in his robes. Severus rubbed Harry's back. The Slytherin looked up at the crowd of people who were still chattering, now amongst themselves. All except Albus and Professor McGonagall, who were sitting at the dinner table.
"All of you be quiet, damn it! SHUT UP!"
Everyone immediately stopped talking and, instead, decided to stare at Harry and Severus who were still on the floor. Severus gently picked his companion up and exited the Great Hall. He sat with the sobbing Gryffindor on the steps leading to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Towers. A few moments later, Albus came out of the Great Hall carrying a pitcher of water and two glasses. The Headmaster sat next to Severus and filled the glasses with water. Harry was still shaking, so the Potions Master held the glass as Harry sipped the water. After a couple minutes, the young man calmed down and stopped crying. He rested his head on the Slytherin's chest, looking at Albus.
"I'm sorry I ruined the party, Headmaster. It's just that everyone was talking to me and it was so loud and I felt trapped."
"Nothing to apologize for, my dear boy. I should have thought to ask everyone to not be so loud and pressing. For that I am sorry. I'll leave you two alone now. If you wish to come back for dinner, I will have told everyone to speak to you one at a time. If you do not wish to return, we will all understand."
Harry smiled slightly and turned his face up to look at Severus as Dumbledore went back into the Great Hall. The Potions Master pulled Harry into a warm embrace, kissing the younger man's forehead. Harry snuggled nice and close to Severus, looking into the Slytherin's eyes.
"Do you want to go back in there, Harry? We don't have to if you don't want to."
"I don't think I can go back in the Great Hall, with all those people. I know they're saying that they're happy that I'm alive, but almost everyone in there lost someone because of me. I don't think that I can face them."
"It wasn't your fault, love. Voldemort and his followers killed your friends, your family. So do you want to go back into the Great Hall or go back to our rooms and have dinner there?"
"You wouldn't mind going back to the dungeons?"
"Not at all, let's go."
The Slytherin stood up, still holding Harry. He carried the young man downstairs to their chambers. They sat on the couch and asked the house elves for some soup, sandwiches, and biscuits. The house elves returned moments later with tureens of hot beef barley soup, ham and cheese sandwiches, pumpkin juice, and chocolate biscuits. As they were eating, Severus had an idea. With a swish and flick of his wand, the armoire doors sung open to reveal a large screen telly. Another flick turned it on to a sitcom akin to "Will and Grace".
"You have a telly?"
"Of course I do, Harry. Doesn't everyone? I know it's a Muggle thing, but I absolutely love watching this thing when there's nothing else to do."
"Well, I would have thought you to be the kind to just sit in a stiff leather chair, reading some old tome."
"There are many things that you have yet to learn about me."
Severus leaned closer to Harry and kissed him so softly that one would barely be able to tell they were kissing, but that just caused the electricity and passion to flow like a raging river between the two. Severus started to pull back, but Harry wrapped his arm around the Potions Master's neck and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened and became more hungry, only taking short breaks for desperate gasps of air. Harry leaned a little harder against Severus, pushing him gently back until the Potions Master was lying on his back with the Boy-Who-Lived on top of him. Harry slid his hand under Severus' black wool shirt, running his fingers over the Slytherin's well-defined abdomen. Severus moaned into the Gryffindor's mouth before breaking for a breath.
"Mmmm…Love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Sev." Harry tried for a few minutes to unbutton Severus' shirt, but his hands were shaking slightly from the need to see his love without a shirt. "Shirt in the way"
Harry sat back on his heels as Severus pulled his shirt off over his head. The Potions Master then quickly grabbed at the hem Harry's sweater and T-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it into the corner. Severus ran his hands up and down Harry's chest and abdomen before pulling the young man down for another searing kiss. The spark between them was immediate the second skin touched skin. Severus felt a definite stirring in the Gryffindor's pants; he was sure Harry felt the stirring in his. The Boy-Who-Lived ran his fingers through the Slytherin's hair, moving his kisses up the older man's jaw to the incredibly sensitive spot just behind his ear. Severus moaned, thrusting his hips up so they ground against Harry's. Harry sat up ever so slightly so he could start making his way down Severus' chest to the edge of his pants, but the Potions Master thought that his movements scared the younger man. Severus gently, but forcefully pulled himself off of the couch, leaving Harry lying on the couch, confused. Harry grabbed the Slytherin's wrist before he could get away.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't have done that."
"Shouldn't have done WHAT? You didn't do anything wrong."
"Just let go of me!" Harry released his wrist. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight"
With that said, Severus left a very confused Harry on the couch and he stormed in his room, slamming the door. Harry sat up and promptly put his head in his hands. What in the hell happened? Severus said that HE did something wrong. But what did he do? We were snogging and getting rather heated. We started rubbing against each other…Oh Gods! Is that what he freaked out about? I have to talk to him. I have to talk to him now. Harry carefully stood up and, grabbing his crutch, hobbled over to the door blocking him from seeing Severus. Harry tried turning the knob…Locked. He knocked once…twice…three times.
"Please go away, Harry."
"No, Severus, I'm not going anywhere until you open this door and talk to me. Now if you don't open this door I'm going to find a way to break it down, even without my wand."
There was no sound coming from the other side of the door. Harry leaned against the doorjamb and started beating the door with his crutch. Finally, after a number of good, hard whacks to the doorknob, the door opened. Harry stepped inside the room and closed the door again. He made his way over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Severus was lying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. The Boy-Who-Lived ran his hands up and down his love's pale back, leaning down to kiss the side of his neck. Harry coaxed Severus to turn over and he stared into the older man's eyes.
"What's the matter with you, Sev? Are you upset with yourself because you got all hot and bothered when I was kissing you?" Severus just nodded and tried to look away, but Harry held his chin so he couldn't move his head. "That was the reaction I was looking for. It was what I wanted. I know you wanted it too, but you got scared. Why did you get scared?"
"I didn't want to rush you into anything. You moved away after I, well, you know and I thought that I scared you."
"The only reason I moved was so I could have better access to your chest. I wanted more of you. Okay?"
The Potions Master smiled and nodded before sitting up, pulling Harry onto his lap. The Gryffindor rested his head on Severus' bare shoulder and yawned.
"How about we go to bed now? I'm taking you to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get you new clothes. Goodness knows that will probably take all day."
"Mmmm, sleep…" Harry was already half asleep.
The Slytherin shifted himself and his Soul Mate around so that they were both lying comfortably. He kissed the smaller boy's scarred forehead before wrapping an arm around his waist and falling asleep.
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A/N This chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, but I just felt like it needed to end here. The next one will be long since Harry and Sev are going shopping! Thanks to everyone who caught my mistake in chapter 4, it has been fixed. If you see any more mistakes, just let me know. Please review! It gives me a reason to keep writing since I know people are reading my story. Gracias a todos. ~ Laura