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“It's okay, Black.” Nothing was right, Sirius was wrapped in his sheets full of fear and embarrassment, the word weak echoing in a mocking and cruel way in the back of his head. When Severus appeared, shame (shyness) swept over him and he pulled all the covers over himself, looking like a whiny little boy hiding.
Well wow, he didn't give a damn.
He was extremely mortified because his lie had been exposed in the worst way. He couldn't even repel the Dementors with a simple spell, or do something more logical like go to someone for help. No, her stupid fear decided for him and she passed out like a damsel in distress.
He stifled a childish moan and refused to look at the wizard sitting on the edge of his bed. Well, not his bed, Severus' bed, but given the circumstances where the nightmares left him panicked and breathless, he always left his room sweaty to get into the Slytherin's bed, seeking comfort and protection. The first few times Severus was reluctant, but Sirius Black's puppy eyes were something to fear. It became a habit, Sirius's bed remained spotless while Snape's was always a disaster. Sirius was very restless when sleeping and always ended up trampling over everything in his path, including Snape, who often felt like suffocating the annoying troublemaker with a pillow.
“Get out of there, if you don't want me to take you out myself.” On other occasions Sirius would have undoubtedly listened, but hey, he was humiliated, screw Snape.
So, like the little shit he was, he shrugged and ignored Snape. Yes, Snape, I was too upset to even call him Severus or Sev in his thoughts.
What he didn't expect was that Snape would immediately fulfill his promise and then his layer of protection would be taken away from him. He growled, feeling vulnerable.
“You're certainly not a dog most of the time. To which I advise you to use your words.”
Snape's words only served to irritate him more, he wanted to punch him in the face as much as he wanted to snuggle into his chest to smell his scent, Snape smelled like home.
Feeling very miserable, he managed to formulate a “Home” so shakily that not even he himself understood it. But apparently Severus did, since he felt himself being picked up and hugged protectively, his cheek pressed against the wizard's collarbone while large hands gently pressed his back as if to say “I've got you, you're safe, I'm sorry for that being late, you're safe, I'm sorry, you're safe, I'm sorry…”
His hands were rough and trembling in the embrace (unlike Snape), gripping the formal black shirt tightly as if his life depended on it. Meanwhile, his legs had also surrounded the Slytherin's body, leaving him hanging like a small pygmy titi monkey on a tree branch.
He breathed deeply into the chest where he was pressed, sniffing the faint apple scent of Severus' soap. He smelled wonderful, like home, where no one could hurt him. Sev had promised.