Random scene I canât get out of my head so god help me
SCENE; absolutely any time when Severus is injured, may be a one time occurrence or something that happens candidly whenever Severus is like this;Â
{note; I personally added the Severus-is-a-lightweight hc for this so scroll away if you dislike that}
Harry walks into the room where Sev sleeps, and crawls into the empty seat beside it for visitors, and- like always- drags it as close to the bed as physically possible
Leaning back, Harry asks, âSir?â itâs spoken quietly, with a lilt of a smile to his tone. âYou awake at all?â (if this happens often when sev is injured, itâs spoken much more quietly)
Severus grumbles, and Harry- not having expected this- wakes up.
âO-oh Professor- sir- Iâm sorry for waking you- my bad I know you need to get your rest, I can just go-â
âOh for heavenâs sake,â Snape groans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he unsuccessfully tries to sit up (Harry pushes him back upon the bed)
âEr- w-what were you dreaming of?â Harry blurts, to fill the suddenly very awkward moment. (this becomes a habit, to ask this specific question every time this situation happens, which is rarely might I add- that Severus comes home with an injury bad enough to warrant passing out/being stuck to a bed)
â...â the black-clad man pauses for a moment, blinking.Â
âNo goddamn way heâs actually humoring meâ thought the teen, in the small bout of silence, finally comfortable swearing within his mind, if not out loud just quite yet.Â
âI was dreaming-â (take note that this is a dream and not a nightmare) â-of my fatherâs passing, and cursing his ashes into oblivion after refusing to give him a proper tomb or burial,â Severus scowls, slightly annoyed at his pounding head, but with no real heat.
âA-ah,â Harry stutters ever so eloquently.
âI-Iâll just leave you to it then-â stammers Harry, face still red in embarrassment, before Severus, high on painkillers, tugs on Harryâs collar and basically drags him down into the bed.
âWho said anything about you leaving, Harry,â grumbles the sallow man, eyes drooping slightly with sleep, âThis is payback for you waking me up, you sorry excuse of a sneakâ he mutters as an afterthought.
Harry stiffens, and then unwillingly relaxes against his fatherâs teacherâs touch, actually undeniably reveling it, resigning himself to be a glorified teddy bear for the rest of the night, as Severus immediately drops off again.
â100% high on painkillers. By the life of me how is he such a lightweightâ
If occurrence is not for the first time;
âWhatcha dreaminâ âbout?â asks Harry, easily slipping into his more unpoverished manner of speaking in his fatherâs guardianâs presence. Grinning like an idiot at Severusâs awakening.
{please tell me someone notices how Harry is quicker to think of father this time âround}
Severus grunts, turns over in the bed, and speaks, âOf our first Christmas together,â he grumps out, embarrassment magnified by the pain-releaving potion.
Harry awes, much to Snapeâs displeasure.
âOh who knew you were such a softie,â replied Harry in a teasing sort of banter, that was rather new, but not unwelcome to either of the pair.
âIf you ever say that again I will accidentally show the rest of your precious friends the picture of that time you accidentally dyed your hair Umbridge pink,â growled Snape, raising an eyebrow. His dark eyes glittering slightly in amusement.Â
Harry, properly faux-horrified, (mostly at being compared to Umbridge, mind you, he loved that pink hair) puts a dramatic hand to his forehead, âOh me oh my whatever will I do?â he gasps, knowing that Severus must still be in a somewhat deal of pain if he was acting this sober on painkillers, âMy poor, poor nonexistent reputation!â (tries to distract him, obviously. It works)
âWelp I better go then, so you donât threaten to cut me open and hang me by my intestines next,â Harry says, dramatics on full display.
âOh no you donât you little brat,â Snape retorts, the familiar and oh so fond sobriquet falling from his lips fluidly, as he grasps a hand into his sonâs wardâs robes, and jerks him just so, making him tumble onto the bed in a heap of undignified limbs.
Harry lets out a slightly tawdry yelp, and his grin widens as he fights the urge to lightly pinch Severusâs ear. Heâs sure to get thrown out of the room and get a verbal lashing for that, no matter how good they are currently.
Harry sighs, as Severus lets out an unseemly snore when he immediately falls asleep at Harryâs seemingly perpetual warmth. He was just always warm, okay? He couldnât help it. And he would never admit to his friends that he actually loved whenever the man did this, because that would just be asking for Snape to get injured- and he never wanted that. He just wished that the dark man would do more stuff like this when he was sober.
Harry banishes the thought just as sleep claims him aswell.Â
