Chapter 9
A short time later, Severus entered his bedroom, looking and feeling quite discombobulated.
"Now, where were we?"
The Durmstrang exchange sitting against Severus’ headboard furrowed his thick brows as he took in the smaller boy’s disheveled appearance. "What happened? Are you hurt?"
"I—it was nothing. But I’m knackered. I should head to bed." Severus went to lay on his bed, the Durmstrang boy scooted over to give him room. But not much.
"Are you sure? Try another." He held the flower out, a partially bitten petal on the bud.
"I can’t, not now. The last one gave me a bit of an ache, it’s heady, that."
Snape curled up against the wall, as far from the other boy as he could. His voice, muffled, whispers out,
"You didn’t poison me, did you?"
"Merlin, Severus, no. That flower shouldn’t force you to do anything erratic or make you feel bad. Just releases inhibitions. The first time is always like that," he winked. "But the more you have, the more you’ll crave. Unless you have an adverse reaction?" The other boy frowned in concern.
"…A little. I just need to rest.” Severus paused a beat. “I’ll see you tomorrow." Ignoring that their first class together was to begin in less than half an hour.
“Alright. I’ll tell Professors you aren’t feeling well. Dream sweetly.”
The Durmstrang boy got up, leaning over Severus and pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, closing the door quietly on his way out.