DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling. I did not write the Harry Potter series. None of the following characters, places, or things that belong to someone else is mine, except plot. No copyright infringement intended.
WARNINGS: Naked Men, M/M, Sexual Situations, and Snogging!
1: Hospital Wing
Harry Potter awoke in the hospital wing of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a blurry haze. He could hear voices all around him and he was rather warm. Suddenly his pillow shifted and snorted. Harry shot up off the bed dizzying him in the process.
"Nice to see you to, Potter." A snide voice said. Harry knew it well; he turned to see his potions professor, Severus Snape, staring at him from the bed.
Harry groaned. "What happened?" he asked moving farther away. Harry got about three feet when a sudden pain in his chest froze him. He could hear his own scream as well as Snape's.
Hearing the simultaneous screams coming from the curtained off area, Madam Pomfrey and Headmaster Dumbledore rushed inside.
"Harry, come sit down." An undistinguishable voice said while a hand closed over his arm. Harry's eyes were shut tightly as he tried to overcome the pain. Once he was sitting on the very edge of the bed the intenseness lessened.
"What the hell is wrong with us?" Snape asked fighting to stay calm, although his face showed the same mask he always wore. Harry's eyes opened when he heard the normally put together man cursing.
Dumbledore smiled. "Well, we don't really know. Harry, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Potions." Harry answered feeling stupid. Dumbledore nodded. Harry took it as a sign to elaborate, so he did. "We were brewing Calming Draughts and Neville put something in the cauldron too quickly. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye. I know he moved back really far afterwards. The potion exploded and hit Professor Snape and myself when he walked past. I woke up here."
By the time Harry had finished speaking, he was shaking. A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped causing Snape's hand to move.
"From what we can tell, you can't be more than a few feet away from one another or you suffer extreme pain center in the chest area." Madam Pompfrey said walking away.
"Any ideas, Severus?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not a one. I have never heard of anything like this happening. What about Longbottom?" Snape asked.
Dumbledore chuckled. "He has no clue what he put in or if he put it in wrong. He's very upset over the whole situation."
Snape spoke with disdain clearly evident in his voice. "I would assume so."
Harry shuddered. "Please don't, he's my friend." He said looking up into Snape's face. The professor just nodded, not wanting to argue in front of the Headmaster.
"What are we going to do?" Harry asked into the silence.
"For now, hope it wears off or we find a cure. You won't like this, either of you, but we have moved Harry's things into your rooms, Severus. For now we will stick together. Harry, your Professors will send your assignments to you through Dobby and you can send them back the same way. He has most graciously offered to help the Harry Potter." Dumbledore said smiling slightly at the small elf's antics.
Harry's mouth was hanging open in shock. Snape looked like he wanted to kill someone, probably Neville. Dumbledore stood.
"Severus, you may continue teaching, unless it becomes a problem, but Harry will have to be in all your classes with you. A chair will be added to the Head Table in the Hall to accommodate Harry. No more Quidditch, I'm afraid. We will fix this, just please try and get along until then." With a wave the man was gone.
"Truce?" Harry asked sticking a hand out to the man next to him. Snape looked shocked. He took the offered hand and shook it nodding. Ten minutes later Madam Pomfrey let them leave for the dungeons to get settled. Neither spoke. Harry's new bed looked like the one he slept in Gryffindor tower except it was black. Both fell into bed a foot apart, only a nightstand separating the two.
Author's Notes: I have the first three chapters of this ready to go. I don't know exactly how long it will be, but I'm aiming for five or six chapters with possible epilogue. Also I know my chapters are shorter. If I write longer ones, I lose my will to finish. Angry marshmallow men will eat any flames. Enjoy!