Harry was dreaming. He was sure of it, because there was no way the tender voice that washed over him from behind his closed eye lids could really be Snape speaking, and he was obviously dreaming of the half kiss, half lick on his neck.

But seeing as ot was a dream, Harry reasoned, he didn't see why he could not react, arching up towards the voice and turning his head to search for those lips that sent both fire and ice running through his veins. He heard a low laugh above him
Not yet my love

the silky voice told him, as cool fingers brushed his slightly parted lips lightly. Harry let slip a high keening sound as the pressure vanished and his dreams slipped back into blackness.

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Harry awoke feeling considerably cold, even though it was still mid summer an the sun shone outside. Minutes later Lupin came in carrying a tray.
Where's Snape?

Harry asked immediately, noting the empty chiar in the corner the surly professor usually occupied. Lupin scowled at the question but answered curtly
He has gone for a while, he will be back by the end of the week.

Harry felt his stomach drop...it was only Wednesday, that meant four whole days...he suddenly pushed the tray away, not remotely hungry and tried to return to the blackness that was his sleep.

And that became the patter of his days, spent curled up on the bed trembling, apart from the occasional time he would get up to be sick, yet even that stopped for he was not eating. Harry's magic, uncontrolled by the teen, had set up a sort of barrier around his room, so it was impossible for anyone to enter without getting blasted backwards, as had happened repeatedly to Remus until he had resigned himself to the fact and left Harry be, unable to do anything for him at the present time.

And so Thursday, Friday and Saturday passed. By Sunday evening Harry was a wrech, shivering violently curled around himself while wild magic spiraled around him, as he fell into a dark black dreamless sleep.

He was battling his way through the night like this, eyes tight shut with the occasional whimper escaping his tightly pressed lips, when he suddenly felt warmth returning to him for the first time in days. This radiance seemed to seep right into him, washing over him as it incircled him in its strong arms...