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Kit	By : withdemonwings Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 41265 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Nine

For a change Harry spent the day in Snape’s rooms instead of with the man. The fact that Snape had to spend all morning in his lab brewing hadn’t hurt that decision either.

Crookshanks had watched the smaller feline prowl around the rooms aimlessly for almost an hour. He swatted Harry as he passed by. For his part, Harry whirled around and hissed at the much larger cat who only glared at the impertinent brat before going back to his grooming.

Harry finally sat himself down in front of the giant book case; he stared at the monolith in contemplation.

After the little one’s fifth attempt at getting to a shelf that was higher than the one at floor level, Crookshanks finally took something akin to pity on the poor thing and leapt gracefully onto the third shelf, which had a surprising number of books on animal transfiguration and transformation. He then proceeded to knock down several of the more promising ones.

Harry mewled gratefully at the older cat but Crookshanks was already asleep, settled in front of the fire.

He then spent the rest of the day trying to read, though his size and lack of actual hands made things a little difficult for him.

=^.^=

When Snape returned to his rooms, he was still grumbling about the idiocy of the headmaster who had him brew a potion that in no way would help find Harry. Despite Snape’s very vocal protestations, Albus had insisted that he make it.

Unfortunately he had all he need in his supplies, something that Albus had known though it wasn’t a surprise since the man seemed to know everything but where his prized student was. Severus paused in mid-rant, ‘No, the barmy old man wouldn’t have let it go on this long if he had known where Harry was...’

He trailed off when he caught sight of Kit sprawled across one – several – of his books.

How something so small could take up so much room, he had no idea.

‘Come on Furball,’ Snape said as he lifted the small Kneazle. Harry gave a sleepy protest but as Snape settled him on his shoulder, Harry fell back to sleep.

Despite his irritation with the headmaster, Severus was in a relatively good mood. He scowled at the students, because it wouldn’t do for him to be caught humming outside his lab.

=^.^=

‘Mione?’ Hermione blinked owlishly at the hand that was waving itself in front of her face.

She had been trying to do her homework but she kept zoning out, worrying about Harry.

She glared weakly at Ginny, who had been attached to the hand.

‘What do you want?’ she snapped, a little more harshly then she intended. ‘Sorry,’ she immediately apologized, looking truly sorry.

Ginny waved her off, clearly unaffected by the other witch’s misplaced anger, ‘I just took everything upstairs, do you have a bit of spare parchment I can use, I just got a wicked idea for something the twins can do to Ronnikins,’ she beamed with evil mischievousness that was eerily reminiscent of the twins.

However Hermione had stopped listening after “parchment”.

‘Yeah sure, take as much as you need,’ she stated as she rushed to find Neville, who just happened to walk into the common room at that moment. He was covered in mysterious orange goo that Hermione and Ginny, or the rest of the Gryffindor’s didn’t want to think about.

‘What Granger?’ Neville almost growled; he just wanted to shower, have a wank in said shower for some reason he couldn’t explain though possible because of the goo, and then have a nap.

‘There should be a bit of old parchment in Harry’s trunk, can you get it for me?’ she asked, trying to be as pleasant as possible. She had apologized to Neville on several occasions, so often in fact that he had told her to stop or he’d never even think about talking to her again, but things were still tense between them. Neville eyed her sceptically.

‘It could help us find Harry,’ she added, hoping it would push Neville over.

He sighed, ‘fine,’ he replied and he trudged up the stairs leaving a thin trail of orange that smelled like rancid eggnog.

Hermione waved her wand and the goo was gone but the smell remained. Several other students tried to magic it away but nothing seemed to work and the smell was only getting worse so finally they opened the windows. Most of the students had abandoned the common room in favour of better smelling places, leaving only Hermione, Ginny and Seamus. The latter two were sitting together going over what Ginny had written.

When Neville returned he was goo free and his longish hair was still wet. ‘Sorry, it took me a while to find it,’ he offered holding up the folded parchment. No one called him on his bluff.

Hermione snatched the parchment from Neville and laid it out on one of the bigger tables.

‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,’ she said, her wand in the middle of the parchment.

Neville and Seamus watched in rapt fascination as the whole of the castle was revealed on the parchment, including little dots for all the people still inside.

‘If Harry is still on the grounds he should show up on this map,’ she explained. She and Ginny had already started looking for Harry’s dot.

‘Ugh, I don’t want to know what Crabbe and Goyle are doing in a cupboard,’ Seamus declared putting his hand over the two dots. Ginny snickered and moved closer trying to move Seamus’ hand.

‘Pervert!’ he declared overly loudly, causing Hermione to glare at the pair.

‘Stop flirting already, we’re trying to find Harry!’ she snapped at the pair, both of them had the grace to look a little ashamed.

They searched every inch of the map three times - the third time at Hermione’s insistence but couldn’t find Harry anywhere.

‘He’s got to be here,’ Hermione insisted, the other three exchanged a look.

‘You should take a break, before your eyes start to cross,’ Neville said gently, covering her hand.

‘Mine already have,’ Seamus declared, crossing his eyes and looking dizzy, causing Ginny to giggle again.

Neville glared weakly at the pair, who nodded and left quietly.

‘Maybe he’s just gone into town or is in a room that isn’t on this map,’ Neville offered.

Hermione nodded, ‘mischief managed,’ she whispered not quite brokenly.

‘We’ll try again later,’ he gave her hand a squeeze.

She gave him a small smile, she had never thought of Neville as the comforting type, but he was surprisingly good at it.

No one seemed to notice that Snape’s chambers weren’t on the map, neither was the man himself.

=^.^=

Between Neville, homework and whatever else, Hermione managed to not check the map every hour.

So it wasn’t until after dinner when she finally got to check the map again. She still couldn’t find Harry.

Sometime around midnight, she gave up her tossing and turning and pulled out the map again.

She gasped as her eyes zeroed in on two moving dots.

Snape and Potter.

Snape and Harry!

She was soon running from the dorm and flying down the stairs to get to her professor. She followed them into the dungeons and as she rounded a corner all she caught was a swirl of black robes. When she checked the map again the pair was gone. She moved cautiously toward the closest portrait. Whose ever it was, the occupant wasn’t there. She glanced at the map, trying to figure out why these rooms weren’t on it, the potions master’s rooms were on the other side of the hall then what were these rooms?

She sighed and with one last glance at the empty portrait, she headed back up to the tower, studying the map the entire way. It was easier to study the map then wonder why Harry was in Snape’s private chambers anyway.
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