Rating: Sadly, only pg-13. I don't think I'm ready for hardcore porn yet. ;;
Genre: Angst (hopefully not bordering on wanky. :-?), hurt/comfort.
Ship: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, who is vaguely OOC. Maybe some Harry/Sirius too, but only if you squint real hard.
Summary: Snape puts away the past.
Length: Short. About 480 words.
Ever Since Sirius's death, Harry's world had seemed to fade away.
He didn't bother with school anymore. He could not find the simple joy in racing through the sky on his broom; the wind in his hair, feeling free. He found no amusement in Ron and Hermione's petty squabbles anymore. He couldn't even bring himself to care that Draco and the rest of the Slytherin house were trying their hardest to make his life hard ('trying to make his life hard?' He laughed bitterly at the thought).
And he most certainly did not care about Voldemort or the upcoming war anymore.
Harry needed Sirius. His Godfather, who was always there to offer valuable words of advice. His Father's best friend, who was ever eager to recount stories of 'the old days' to him. His Sirius, who would hug him and hold him for an eternity, telling him that everything was alright; that everything would turn out fine.
But now, that man was gone. His Godfather, his friend, his Sirius. Gone. So sudden. So utterly unexpected.
After his death, Harry thought that nothing else could ever suprise him again.
And he was wrong.
When Severus Snape approached him in the library one day and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, Harry was suprised. He was shocked. He was downright flabberghasted.
"Potter," He said quietly, obviously in what he thought was a comforting tone, "I understand your loss, I know what you're feeling. Contrary to your belief, I am a human being. I understand pain, loss, death and war. It is no secret to you that Sirius and I have never been the best of friends, but nevertheless..." He trailed off.
Severus shifted his gaze to look into Harry's piercing green eyes. So like the eyes of the Dark Lord he once loyally served, but so different. This one; this boy had seen more pain and loss and grief to last him for a lifetime. And yet...
He felt a twinge of pity in him heart.
"If there is anything I can do to lift your spirits," he said, "all you need do is ask."
And Harry didn't even look up from his book.
Feeling embaressed for the first time in years, Snape turned to leave.
He stopped abruptly and turned around.
Harry was on his feet, tip-toed. He was leaning in for a kiss.
'How unexpected.' he thought drily. And more unexpected yet; he felt himself return the kiss.
Lips met lips, tongues intertwined and they embraced.
Harry sighed, content. He wanted to melt into those arms; so strong and protective. For once, he felt safe. He had felt loved. And he never wanted it to end.
When the two of them finally parted, they were both gasping for air.
The man straightened his robes and tried to look as dignified as possible.
"As I said before, Potter. If there is anything I can do, do not hesitate to ask."
"Love me." Said Harry.
And that is exactly what Severus did.