All This Time, You Were Missing From My Heart

Chapter Thirteen

Sometime after dinner, Severus found his letter in his rooms, lying in his favourite chair. He quickly recognized it as Harry Potter's penmanship. The Potions Master dropped the love letter and looked at it with something akin to horror.

Just as the anger set in (it was obvious the boy was playing a cruel trick on him), he realized that Harry had been looking at him the past few days. And he'd blushed when he'd been caught looking. With a bit of astonishment, he realized that Harry-fucking-Potter had a schoolboy crush on the greasy old Potions Master. And even more surprising, Severus decided to himself that he would go to this little rendezvous at 1am, in the room just outside of his classroom.

***

"Draco! You've got to help me! He! sent me a letter asking to meet him in a hidden room!" Harry pressed the letter into the blonde's hands before going hysterical.

Draco read over the letter quickly before saying, "You should go!" Never mind that Draco thought it was fake. His godfather would never write something like the letter he held in his hands; but he wasn't going to tell Harry that.

"I was planning on it! But what do I wear? Oh! My hair is never going to stay flat!" Harry paced around the room, looking into Draco's full-length mirror, trying to press his hair flat.

"Ooooh! Wear leather trousers! Everyone loves leather trousers!" Draco said, going starry-eyed. Harry glared at his friend.

"I don't have leather trousers," Harry huffed, knowing full well that Draco was right. After all, how many times had he himself imagined the sexy Potions Professor in them before?

"I have some. Well, it's pleather, actually. But it looks authentic. Leather kinda smells and it gives me a headache."

"Do you think it'll fit me?" Harry looked Draco over, mentally comparing their sizes.

"If it doesn't, we can spell it. If I weren't going into the medical field, I'd be a fashion designer, with every fashion spell I know," Draco smirked, walking to his wardrobe.

"The question is, would anybody get out alive?" Harry muttered, as Draco came forward with the shiny, black pants and a wild grin on his face.

***

Harry glared at his reflection as Draco smirked behind him. Harry did have to admit he looked good. The pleather pants were a bit uncomfortable at first, but he was quickly getting used to them, and the white t-shirt kept sliding up his torso. 'But then again,' Harry thought, 'that's probably what he was going for.'

"If you weren't so good at this, I'd kill you for what you put me through," Harry's lip curled at the blonde.

"Then it's a good thing I have fashion sense," Draco grinned.

***

Severus paced the room as he waited for his godson to get to his rooms.

"Yes, Professor?" Draco asked as soon as he'd entered the dreary rooms that belonged to his Head of House.

"I need your help," Severus sighed. Draco raised his eyebrows. Severus just handed him the letter.

"So you got o...going?" Draco corrected his slip up. He'd almost let it on that Harry had received a letter mirroring this same one. Someone was obviously setting the two up; Draco was annoyed that he hadn't thought of it. He'd have to congratulate the mastermind behind this matchmaking scheme.

"I want to," Severus sighed and ran a hand through his greasy hair. He pulled his hand away in disgust. "My hair really is as nasty as everyone is saying."

"Uh, yeah," Draco nodded. "It's 'cause you're head's always hanging over cauldrons all day. And on top of that, you don't wash it."

"Are you going to help me or not?" Severus glared at the blonde.

"So, you've decided you're going, so what do you need? Me to dress you?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Just tell me what to do, before I give you a detention," Snape growled.

"Gees, don't get your panties in a knot," Draco murmured. "First, go take a bath and wash your hair until it's not disgusting. If you do it right, you can send the grease to the kitchens to use for frying."

Severus glowered at him again.

A bath, two bottles of shampoo, ten pairs of trousers, and five shirts later...

Once Draco was through ordering his godfather around, he looked the Potions Master over.

"That ought to impress him," Draco nodded. "It took a whole hell of a lot of effort to get you like that. Hope he appreciates it."

Severus scowled as he touched his now clean hair. He tugged at the silver shirt, making Draco glare.

"Quit that, or you'll mess up all my hard work!"

"I don't know why I'm even doing this," Severus muttered. "I should give him a detention. Students and teachers aren't to be in relationships. I could get in trouble. He could get in trouble"

"Oh, quit being an idiot. You two could really hit it off," Draco grinned at Severus's unconscious concern about the Boy-Who-Lived.

Severus scowled at his godson again. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"Then wait until he graduates to do anything with him," Draco shrugged, pulling a piece of imaginary lint off of the Slytherin Head of House's muggle shirt. "Just don't hurt him."

"Oh, Merlin, I don't think I could hurt him if I wanted to," the man spoke with honesty. All Severus could see was Harry lying on that hospital bed, covered in scars and bruises.

"Good. I'll kick your ass if you hurt him," Draco nodded. He didn't seem to think anything of his words as he spoke. Severus didn't look surprised at his godson's language, either. The blonde would do as he said, to anyone, who hurt his best friend.

"Harry likes you a lot, so don't disappoint him," Draco warned again.

"You do know the only reason I'm letting you get away with this is because you're my godson," Severus glowered at the grey-eyed boy. Said Slytherin just smirked.

***

Remus jumped as Sirius barked at him. The man grinned as Remus glared at him.

"Why're you barking?"

"I just felt like it," Sirius shrugged, still grinning at his husband.

"Sometimes I wonder about you," Remus shook his head.

"Aw, you wonder about me all the time," Sirius smiled suggestively. Remus rolled his eyes childishly at the animagus.

"You haven't changed a bit over these last sixteen years," Remus muttered.

"I have changed, Moony. I'm not the careless idiot I was before. Azkaban changed me, Remus. For the better. I'm not going to make anymore mistakes. That's why I asked you about us," Sirius's expression turned dark.

"Siri..." Sirius cut him off.

"I need to get this out, Rem," Sirius sighed, leaning his head against the werewolf's shoulder.

"All right, love. Let it out," Remus whispered in his mate's ear, petting the black hair.

"It was misery. There were two things that I kept seeing over and over more oft than any others I saw. Lily...Lily and James lying there in the ruins of Gordric's Hollow," Sirius's voice cracked several times. "And that big fight we had just before Harry was born."

Remus gasped at his other half's revelation. They'd been arguing about having children. Then it had gotten totally out of hand when Remus accused Sirius of fancying James and hating him for having lycanthropy, which would have passed to any child that Remus carried. Remus had stormed out of the two's house, only coming back the next day to get a suitcase of belongings. They stayed split up for two months, until the day Harry was born. That tiny baby had brought them back together, something he still did not know till this day. Remus still regretted that fight. Even more so, now.

"When you walked out, I felt like my soul had been ripped out and that kept replaying in my mind," Sirius continued. "And their eyes were so cold and staring up at me. Even now I don't know which memory was worse."

Remus held on tightly to the man he loved as he poured out his years of torment. Through out his story, Remus felt wet against his shoulder and he cried too. Because his one love had gone through hell and came back. Sirius had come back to him.