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Black Roses	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Here's the next update of the week. I know it's been a while but I hope you enjoy it :)
The Meeting
21:00 that evening found Severus standing in the corridor outside of the room of requirement waiting for the door to appear. When at last it did he gingerly pushed it open to find it already furnished with several comfortable looking couches surrounding a large coffee table set in front of a roaring fire with a soft, fluffy rug set beneath it all for extra warmth. He searched the room for any sign of his admirer and when he found none decided that he must be the first here. He took a seat on one of the couches enjoying the heat from the fire, until he heard the door open behind him once more.
He looked back as the door began to close and finding nothing he had the answer to his question. Only one person could wander the castle invisibly without the use of magic, which Severus would definitely have detected if there were any. Turning back toward the fire with a smirk firmly in place he said.
“Good evening, Mr. Potter.”
He heard the sound of heavy fabric being dropped behind him and he kept his eyes on the fire in front of him until he heard the voice reply.
“Good evening, Professor Snape.”
Moments later a long stemmed black rose appeared in front of him and he reached out to take it from the Gryffindor as the young man came around the couches to sit on the same one as Severus, leaving a respectful gap between them. Neither of them spoke for a few moments, both of them searching for the correct words to express how they were feeling at that moment. In the end it was Severus who spoke first.
“How long?” he asked, knowing Harry would understand what he was asking.
“Since you threw Lockhardt across the room in my second year,” Harry replied after a short pause. “Although I really had no idea what it was until fourth year.”
Severus took a moment to absorb that information before asking. “Why? I hardly did anything to attract your affection.”
“You didn’t have to,” Harry replied. “You were you, that was all you needed to do. I think what’s always attracted me most is your strength. It doesn’t matter what you do you always do it with purpose and confidence. You’ve always represented strength and safety to me, I haven’t had a lot of that in my life and I wanted to draw that to me, to draw you to me. Eventually that yearning turned into something else entirely and well, here we are,” the Gryffindor finished looking down at his hands. “I have to ask though, is this one sided? Is it just me, or do you feel something too?” he asked quietly.
Severus sighed, once he answered this there was no going back. “No, it is not one sided,” he confessed. “If you had asked me this even last year I would have said yes, you were far too young for me to even think about anything like that in relation to you, in every way. Now … it’s different. You are not a child anymore and the longer I have to live in this younger version of my body the less I feel like an old man who has no business being interested in someone your age. It makes all of this a lot easier in some ways I suppose, in others…” he trailed off, studying the rose in his hands.
After a few minutes of silence Severus looked up at the young Gryffindor to find him studying his hands intently. Merlin knew how frightened the boy must have been coming here. Severus knew he wasn’t the friendliest of sorts, the least he could do was make things easier for the young man. He unfortunately remembered all too well how hard it was to be that age.
“Tell me more about you, Harry. What do you want to do when you’re finished here?” he asked.
Harry looked up at him and smiled. “To be honest I’m not sure. There are a few options I’m trying to choose between,” he replied.
“What are those?” Severus asked.
With that one little question to get the ball rolling the conversation swiftly grew into a thorough getting to know you session. Both men lost track of the time but neither cared, it was Sunday tomorrow after all and it felt to both of them like this exchange was long overdue.
Neither of them noticed the way they unconsciously inched closer to each other on the couch as they talked, or how they both forgot they were teacher and student and instead allowed themselves to think of the other as a person they were interested in and nothing more. It wasn’t until Harry reached toward the coffee table to retrieve the late night snack and tea they’d asked Dobbie to bring in for them that Severus finally realised how close they had been sitting to one another.
He held his breath as he felt Harry’s arm brush against his own when he sat forward, and as Harry started to make the tea Severus noticed how cold his side felt without Harry’s warmth right beside it. He watched the Gryffindor as he made the tea, hoping he wouldn’t take too long and soon he’d be back beside Severus once more. He felt pathetic even thinking it and he’d never tell anyone he’d thought like that. Ever!
After a few minutes Harry turned back to hand Severus his cup of tea and one of the slices of cake they’d asked for. Severus accepted them with a quiet thanks and Harry turned back to grab his own. As he moved to sit back on the couch he suddenly froze and Severus saw the moment the Gryffindor realised just how close he was. The younger man’s wide eyed gaze met his own and Severus saw a lovely blush creep up into his cheeks.
“I … I’m sorry, I,” the younger man stammered and turned to put his tea and cake back on the coffee table, which Severus figured was a precursor to Harry putting some distance between them again.
“It’s all right,” he said quietly, stopping the younger man before he got too far. “I don’t mind.”
Harry turned to face him once more and that lovely blush somehow managed to deepen as a shy smile crossed the Gryffindor’s features. “Oh, okay,” he replied softly, shuffling only slightly away from Severus to give them both space to move their arms while they ate.
Severus was about halfway through his cake when he turned his attention to Harry once more. “Harry, there’s something we haven’t spoken about yet, but it is important that we do,” he said, drawing the young man’s attention away from his food.
“Okay,” Harry replied, finishing his last bit of cake and placing the plate back on the table before turning slightly so his body was facing Severus’, his tea cup still resting between his hands. “What is it?”
Severus struggled to think of how he was to broach the subject on his mind. He put his plate back on the table next to Harry’s to give him a little more time to think. Eventually he knew he couldn’t stall any longer and without looking up at the other man he began. “Despite … what I feel … for you, you are still a student at this school and I am still your professor. Until the school year ends and you graduate from Hogwarts nothing can happen between us,” Severus explained, hoping the younger man wouldn’t be too upset.
Harry looked back at him for a moment before replying. “Nothing physical, no, I figured as much. It doesn’t mean we can’t spend time getting to know each other until I graduate though does it?” he asked.
“No, I suppose not,” Severus replied.
“And it doesn’t mean I have to stop sending you things does it?” he asked. “I won’t write who they’re from so no one will know it’s me and I’ll use a different owl each time so no one will recognise Hedwig,” Harry added quickly.
Severus studied the young Gryffindor for a moment, seeing hope shining from his lovely green eyes. Harry had said that he wanted to make Severus feel special and it seemed he wanted to make good on that offer. Severus had never been spoilt before, no one had ever gone out of their way to make him feel special and he found he was as eager for the experience as the young Gryffindor seemed to be.
“You will have to be exceptionally careful, Harry, make sure there is nothing at all that could link you to what you’re sending,” Severus replied cautiously.
The smile that lit Harry’s face was so beautiful Severus wanted nothing more than to freeze that moment and keep it with him always. “You called me Harry,” the boy noted quietly and somehow the smile widened even further. “Of course, I will be very careful,” he continued before Severus could make comment. “I promise.”
Severus nodded satisfied before reaching back over to the table to retrieve the rest of his cake. “Call me Severus,” he directed before taking another bite. The room was silent for a few minutes as both men thought about what a relationship between them would mean in the long run.
Finally Harry broke it by asking, “What sorts of things do you like, Severus?”
His name sounded wonderful coming from those lips and it took a great deal of focus to keep his mind on the question he’d just been asked. “In what way?” he asked.
“Well, I know you like potions and ingredients that can be used in potions but what other things do you like? Flowers? Are there any particular kind? Chocolate? Any particular kind or flavour? Books? Is there an author you prefer or a series you like to read? Is there anything in particular you’ve been wanting to get but haven’t had the time?” He asked .
“All right, how about this. You can ask me a question and I’ll answer as long as you also answer the question for me, agreed?” Severus asked.
“All right,” Harry agreed. “Favourite flower?” he asked
“Lillys, white ones,” Severus replied. “I’m also partial to roses and until recently I would have said red roses. Now however,” he ended the sentence there, looking down at the black rose in his hand. “I am curious to know where you found these.” He looked up at Harry to see the Gryffindor smiling shyly down at the rose, a small blush on his face.
“Do you like them?” he asked quietly without looking up.
“Very much,” Severus replied truthfully, curious about how quiet Harry had become.
Harry looked up then and his smile grew wider. “I have a garden of them. I made it a couple of years ago, for you actually,” the Gryffindor admitted, his blush getting a little more pronounced. “I was going to leave you a message about it at the end of the year telling you where it is so you could find it along with a few other things I never thought I’d get to say to you, but now…” he trailed off and looked down at the rose again. “I guess things are different, aren’t they?” he asked, looking up again. “I’d like to show you myself if you want to see it.”
Severus looked down at the rose in his hand thoughtfully. Harry had planted a whole garden of these for Severus; not a small feat and one that would have taken a lot of time and effort. Roses were hard to care for, they took a lot of work and careful planning and attention to grow properly. How much must the Gryffindor care for him to have gone to so much trouble to give him such an amazing gift? And if this whole situation hadn’t happened he may never have known about it until the younger man had already left the school.
He looked up at Harry to find the young man watching him closely, the look in his eyes telling Severus that he was afraid he might have made him angry or uncomfortable. He placed the rose on the coffee table in front of him and reached forward to take Harry’s hands instead. He felt a small jolt of energy pulse through his hands as the contact was made. He heard Harry gasp quietly and the other man wrapped his fingers around Severus’ hands, holding them gently. Harry’s hands were warmer than his and they felt lovely to touch.
“I’d like to see it,” he told the young man quietly, keeping his eyes on their joined hands. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Harry replied just as quietly. Severus looked up to find that the young Gryffindor was also watching their hands. “Severus, how restricted do we have to be when it comes to physical contact?” he asked, still not looking up. “Can we do this more often? I like it.”
“I suppose it is a good place to start, when we are alone of course,” Severus replied, watching the young man’s reaction. He was pleased when he saw Harry smile and the Gryffindor finally looked up at him again, that lovely blush still present on his face.
“Thank you,” he said quietly and Severus knew he meant it.
“You’re welcome,” Severus replied, his gaze resting on Harry’s lovely eyes. The happiness shining from them was so beautiful it made Severus smile back, which only seemed to make Harry even happier.
“You’re smiling,” he noted softly, “I like it.”
“Really? Well then keep looking at me like that and you are likely to see it more often,” Severus informed him.
The happiness on Harry’s face softened to a look of affection that made Severus’ heart feel like it was running a marathon. “Deal.”
They gazed at each other for a moment and Severus began to feel a pull of desire for the younger man. No! He had to control himself better than this! Harry was his student, he had to remember that. Closing his eyes he pulled back away from the younger man, putting as much space between them as he could without releasing the Gryffindor’s hands. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and tried to direct his thoughts to something other than Harry for a moment. Potions text books, yes that would work.
“I’m sorry,” he heard Harry whisper.
“It isn’t your fault,” Severus replied. “I need to be more careful. It seems I am more attracted to you than I realised and now that I am not fighting that feeling … well, it is becoming more prominent and more difficult to ignore.”
“What’s your favourite kind of chocolate?” Harry suddenly asked, obviously trying to distract him which Severus was grateful for.
“I like dark chocolate,” Severus replied, happy to have something else to turn his attention to. “There is a muggle brand I am quite partial to, I believe it is called Lindt. They make a dark chocolate ball filled with Raspberry, they are my preference. What kind of chocolate do you prefer?” he asked in return.
“I like Cadbury brand myself. My favourite flavour is TopDeck. If you’ve never see it before it’s milk chocolate with white chocolate on the top.” Harry replied.
“I am familiar with it, yes,” Severus replied. “I was quite fond of it when I was a child.”
Harry chuckled quietly. “That says a lot about me doesn’t it. Then again I never really got to have chocolate when I was a child so I never really had a favourite until I was older.”
That comment sobered Severus up very quickly. When Harry had first come to Hogwarts Severus had assumed he was brought up much like James had been; spoilt and with a silver spook in his mouth. He’d carried that assumption about the boy until his fifth year, when during a Legimancy lesson he’d stumbled across a memory from Harry’s childhood. He’d never delved into the memory with Harry, choosing instead to ask Albus about it, which had only served to annoy him as the older man had danced around the answer and never told him anything.
He’d managed to piece together enough after that to realise that Harry’s childhood had been nothing like Severus had suspected and it was then that he had started to overlook his preconceived notions about the Gryffindor and try to think of him as Harry Potter the boy, rather than Harry Potter, son of James smarmy git Potter. If he were being honest with himself it was this that had eventually led to his attraction to Harry, a feeling that had made him quite angry with himself and led him to treat Harry with even more distain than he had in the past to try and hide his feelings. Poor Harry had really copped a lot for something that wasn’t his fault, and yet he still cared for Severus, what an oddity. Severus wondered if maybe it was because Harry was used to being treated badly by the people who were supposed to care about him. He had to find out for sure and if it was the case he had to make sure to correct that notion.
He looked at Harry who was back to studying their hands rather closely. “Harry, what was your childhood like?” he asked.
Harry stiffened before asking cautiously. “Why do you want to know?”
Severus could sense that Harry was close to pulling away from him. He had to tread carefully or the young man may very well shut him out completely. “I saw a small portion of your memories during our first occlumency lesson,” Severus exlained. “It led me to believe that perhaps your early years were not overly happy ones.”
He felt the tension grow in Harry’s frame and the young man remained silent, his eyes still focused on their hands. Severus tightened his grip on Harry hands slightly in case the young man tried to pull away. “Do not run from me, Harry, it is not my desire to hurt you,” Severus said quietly.
He felt Harry’s grip on his hands tighten also and the young man finally spoke. “I’m not going to run,” he said quietly. “I never thought I’d get a chance to be with you at all, I’m not going to give it up now. I just … this is hard for me, I don’t like thinking about them now that I don’t have to,” he admitted. “Can we maybe not talk about this right now?” he asked. “I really don’t want the memories I have of them resurfacing and ruining the time I have with you.”
Severus understood that feeling, he’d never liked talking about his childhood either. The only people who’d ever really known the truth were Lilly and Albus. He figured Harry would ask about it eventually, especially if he ever told Severus about his own, which meant he would have to be ready to tell the Gryffindor when he asked. He’d asked the boy to divulge that information to him, the least he could do was return the gesture.
“What is your favourite colour, Harry?” he asked. “And understand that if you say red I will mock you endlessly,” he added with a raised eyebrow.
Harry looked up at him, a grateful look in his lovely green eyes. “Blue and green actually,” he replied with a smile. “What about you? And the same applies to you if you tell me green or black,” he added with a smirk.
“Purple,” Severus replied and he could see the surprise in Harry’s eyes.
“Really?” Harry asked.
“Really,” Severus replied. “Although I am partial to black when it comes to many things, my favourite colour is, in fact, violet.”
“I would never have guessed that. Okay, favourite food; or actually, first, sweet, sour, savoury or spicy?” Harry asked.
Severus thought about it. “I do like spicy, although I am not partial to spicy food when the heat overwhelms the flavour,” he explained.
“I’m with you there,” Harry agreed with a nod.
“Personally I find I prefer a balance of savoury and sweet; I don’t enjoy too much of one without the other. As far as favourite foods go … savoury I’d have to say I enjoy any sort of pasta as long as it has a tomato based sauce. As for sweet, probably lemon meringue. What are your preferences?” Severus asked.
“I like sweet food, I won’t deny that; but like you said earlier there has to be a balance. Savoury I like pizza, sweet I like chocolate cake, although I do enjoy pasta and lemon meringue so that’s good,” Harry replied. “Least favourite food and I’ll go first this time. Savoury I can’t handle anything organ related so no liver, tripe or anything of the sort,” he said, wrinkling up his nose in a way that made him look far too adorable in Severus’ opinion.
“I wholeheartedly agree,” Severus said with a nod. Those sorts of dishes turned his stomach.
“As for sweet, there’s not a lot I don’t like. There’s a certain type of pudding I had once that I really didn’t like and I’m not particularly partial to really rich cake that you can’t take more than one bite of without wanting to throw up. That’s about it. What about you?” Harry asked.
“I’m not partial to either of those things myself. However, the one dish I personally detest is trifle, have you ever encountered it?” he asked.
“Oh yes, my aunt loved that particular dish. You’re right it’s awful,” Harry agreed, pulling a disgusted face. “What about drinks, what do you like to drink?” Harry asked.
“Firewhiskey is probably my alcoholic preference,” Severus replied. “Non alcoholic, probably apple juice.”
Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You like apple juice?” he asked.
“I do indeed,” Severus replied. “What do you like?” he asked in return.
“Probably butterbeer or Club Soda, although I have to admit I’m partial to orange and mango as far as the juice family is concerned.”
“Do you like to read?” Severus asked.
“I used to when I was younger. As I got further through school most of my reading was school texts, but I wouldn’t mind taking it up again once school’s finished. I haven’t read a lot of fiction from the wizzarding world so I couldn’t tell you a favourite author from here. In the muggle world I used to read some Robert Jordan, but eventually his series got a little too silly for me. I liked Garth Nix, Robbin Hobb and Ann Rice. There were a few others, but those were my favourite. What about you?”
“I read a lot, however if I told you all the authors I’ve grown to appreciate over the years we’d be here all night. I’ll lend you some books when you have some free time again and you’ll be able to see what I like then,” Severus replied, smiling slightly when he saw Harry stifle a yawn. “Perhaps it’s time to call it a night,” he suggested, pulling his watch out of his robe to check the time. He was not at all surprised to find that it was already 3am.
Harry immediately shook his head. “No, I’m fine,” he said adamantly, although Severus could see his eyes drooping slightly.
“It’s 3am, Harry, you need to get some sleep,” he informed the young Gryffindor.
“It can’t be that late already,” Harry argued disbelievingly.
Severus held up the watch for him to see and Harry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh,” was all he said, but Severus could see a look of disappointment on his face. He suppressed a chuckle and put his watch back in his robe, standing from the couch and pulling Harry up with him.
“Time to go to sleep, little lion.”
Harry scowled at him, “Mm not little,” he mumbled in annoyance and this time Severus did chuckle at him.
“Oh yes, that sounded very grown up,” he teased the Gryffindor as he released one of Harry’s hands and led him to the door with the other.
“Wait,” Harry stopped them just as they reached the door and turned to face Severus. “There’s one more thing we have to do before I leave,” he said.
“Oh?” Severus asked curious.
“I looked up information about spells like this one earlier in the day and I know there’s only one way to get the rest of the school to leave you alone, aside from … consummation.”
Severus would have laughed at the blush that immediately spread across Harry’s face if he didn’t know where this conversation was heading. “I am also aware and no,” he said sternly.
“Severus this can’t keep going. It’s going to drive you crazy eventually, it’s already halfway there and you know it is,” Harry argued. “Eventually you’re going to lash out at something or someone again and the end result could be a lot more unpleasant than it was the other night.”
“I am fine, Potter,” Severus snapped, not noticing that he’d slipped back into the role of snarky professor in his anger or realising the implications behind Harry’s last sentence. “I am in perfect control of-”
“So blowing up almost everything in your office and backhanding Draco is perfect control?” Harry interrupted. causing Severus to stop and stare at him in shock.
“How do you … did Draco tell you about that?” Severus asked not sure whether he felt angry at his god son’s betrayal or upset that the boy had felt the need to confide that information to Harry in the first place. Was Draco scared of him now? The thought really hurt him.
“No Draco didn’t tell me, I saw for myself. I heard the noise and came down to see what it was. I got there just as you hit Draco and I was going to come and help him but you snapped out of your anger before I had to,” Harry explained. “I saw the damage, Severus, what if Draco hadn’t been there to stop you? You could have destroyed everything in your office. I know some of those potions ingredients must have been hard to obtain. More importantly what if you hadn’t snapped out of your anger and you’d attacked Draco? You could have-”
“You’ve made your point, Potter,” Severus snarled defeated and moved back over to the couch to sit down, dropping his face into his hands. He knew it could have been a lot worse and as much as he hated to say it, Harry was right. He could have hurt Draco a lot more than he did and he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he had. He usually had very good control of his temper, he’d developed it after his anger had lost him his friendship with Lilly all those years ago. This whole situation was driving him insane and he’d just snapped. If he didn’t take Harry up on his offer he didn’t know what he’d do. What about Harry though? He must know what this would mean for him. Severus’ thoughts stopped when he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry if I upset you, I didn’t mean to,” Harry said softly.
Severus shook his head. “No, you are right,” Severus conceded. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm his mind for a moment and focus on what was happening. Was there another way? He’d researched the spell thoroughly and he hadn’t found anything. Obviously Harry had too and had come to the same conclusion so it was most likely true. There were other considerations however that Severus hadn’t thought of before now. How would a relationship with him affect Harry? He doubted the wizzarding world would be too happy with the idea of their hero dating his snarky bat of a professor, not to mention Harry’s friends.
Then there was Albus. The other man was like a father to him in so many ways, how would he react to this when he found out? Would he shun them because of it? Severus had been Harry’s professor after all, would he believe them if they told him nothing happened between them until Harry finished school? It had been Albus himself who had initially suggested that the poem was talking about a student and he didn’t seem to have an issue with it then. Harry was different though. He wasn’t just a student to Albus he was special, Severus doubted Albus would be as understanding about the whole thing if he knew it was Harry.
His thoughts were interrupted once more when he felt Harry’s fingers glide into his hair, stroking the ebony locks while at the same time coaxing Severus to rest his head against Harry’s stomach. Severus knew he shouldn’t but he gave in and pulled his hands away from his face so he could breathe in the scent of the Gryffindor. Harry smelt clean, innocent, even though Severus knew there were so many ways that he wasn’t.
Unlike earlier when their close proximity brought out Severus’s desire for the younger man, their current contact made him feel calm, at peace. It wasn’t a feeling he was familiar with and he liked it. He realised it should probably have been the other way around but he didn’t care. He was an unusual person, he’d never denied that. He also loved having his hair played with, although he’d never admit that to anyone, not even under the Cruciatus.
“I know what this’ll mean for me,” Harry said quietly. “I’m okay with it, really. It’s not like I haven’t wanted you for a while already, I know what that feels like.”
“This would be different, Harry,” Severus said, pulling back slightly so he could look up at the Gryffindor. “And that is not the only matter you have to consider. Surely you are aware of the repercussions that could come about as a result of entering into a relationship with me. How are your friends going to feel about this? How do you think Albus will react? Or the rest of the wizzarding world for that matter. Have you thought about these things?” Severus asked.
“Have you?” Harry asked in return.
“Yes I have,” Severus replied.
“And?” Harry asked. “Do they concern you for yourself or for me?”
“For you,” Severus replied. “Aside from Albus I am unconcerned about what people think of me, evidently. It concerns me how he will react toward me, but I am willing to risk his anger. What matters is how you feel. Are you willing to risk the scorn of the rest of the wizzarding world for me?” he asked.
Harry just looked at him adoringly. “I would risk anything for you,” he said softly.
“Harry that’s-” He was cut off by Harry’s lips pressing against his.
Oh, Merlin!
He was kissing Harry back before he’d even realised what was happening. He felt magic jolt through him and realised it was the spell sealing Harry to him and vice versa. It was a battle of wills to keep from deepening the kiss, but he managed to keep it as chaste as possible, as did Harry. It was sweet, soft and gentle. It left Severus satisfied and wanting more all at the same time.
When it was over Harry pulled away with obvious effort and smiled down at Severus.“I know what I’m risking and I don’t care. I would risk anything for you,” Harry repeated his earlier words and Severus felt a warm, caring feeling flow through him. He nodded to the Gryffindor and closed his eyes, leaning his face against Harry’s stomach once more. It was nice to feel wanted, even if he’d never say it out loud. He stayed there for a while, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s fingers carding through his hair until he remembered the time.
“We really should go to bed,” he told the younger man.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Harry sighed in return. “Hermione has us studying tomorrow and I really should be awake for part of it.”
“You really should care more about what you’re studying, Harry,” Severus scolded the Gryffindor lightly.
Harry chuckled. “It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that if I spend too much time reviewing something it loses it’s appeal to me, and it’s harder to learn any more about the subject when I’m sick to death of it. Hermione doesn’t have that problem,” he explained.
“I suppose so. I am like that with some things as well,” Severus agreed.
Harry was silent for a few moments, before asking. “When am I going to get to see you again?”
Severus thought about it. “You could always tell your friends that Dumbledore has asked me to give you extra lessons again. That would give us a few nights together during the week at least,” he suggested.
“That’s a good idea,” Harry agreed. “Which nights suit you the best?” he asked.
“Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday are all fine,” Severus replied. “Which would you prefer?”
“All of them?” Harry asked hopefully.
“If you wish,” Severus replied, smiling at Harry’s eagerness.
Harry nodded, slipping his hands through Severus’ hair once more. “I like your hair,” the Gryffindor told him out of nowhere. “I’ve always thought it suited you. It feels nice too,” he added, slipping a few of the strands through his fingers.
Severus had washed his hair that morning, and as he had spent the day lost in thought about his future he hadn’t been near a potion for it to end up filled with anything. He was suddenly very grateful for that. He’d never really cared about his appearance since there was nobody else to care, but now that he had Harry (and wasn’t that thought insane) he should probably start caring a little more. Harry had done something incredible for him after all in creating the garden, not to mention the burden he’d taken on to get the rest of the school off Severus’ back. He should do something nice for Harry in return and caring about his appearance was a good place to start. It shouldn’t be too hard, he’d just have to start tying his hair back when he worked which wasn’t a huge sacrifice, particularly if it meant Harry would stroke it like this more often.
Wow, he had fallen hard already. That wasn’t normal for him, he really should have been more resistant and cautious about the whole thing and he imagined he would have been if it wasn’t for the spell his meddling mother had woven around him. He couldn’t find it in himself to care though. He was happy, truly happy for the first time in a long long time. He brought his hands up to gently grasp Harry’s arms, moving the Gryffindor back slightly as he rose to his feet. He then pulled the younger man into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. “Thank you,” he whispered.
He smiled when he felt Harry’s arms encircle his waist in return and the Gryffindor cuddled into his chest, taking a deep breath and releasing it in a contented sigh. “No, thank you.”
Severus brought his hand up to gently stroke Harry’s rebellious hair before pressing his face into it. This relationship wasn’t going to be easy, but Severus knew it would be worth it. He pulled away reluctantly and led the Gryffindor toward the door once more.
“Good night, Harry,” he said quietly.
“Good night, Severus,” the young man replied with a shy smile, slipping out of the room and throwing his cloak over himself. He gave Severus one last wave before the cloak obscured him completely and Severus stayed in the door way listening to his footsteps as he headed down the hall way. Once he knew Harry was away he headed out himself, silently thanking the room of requirement for it’s assistance and protection.
He didn’t encounter anyone on his way as expected and once he was back in his room he stripped off his robes and slipped into bed. It didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep, a content smile on his face.
That night he dreamt of Harry.
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