Snape walk alone along the corridor, his robes billowing out behind him the way he liked. It took a skill to make them swoop behind him like that, bat-like. As he walked he could hear the rain battering against windows, he groaned, another night of sleeping in a damp bed. Although he liked having my quarters in the dungeons, away from the snivelling students, he couldn't help but resent the other teachers having their dry warm beds. He walked past the entrance to the Great Hall. All the candles extinguished, except one. Out of curiosity, and the fact that he was making sure the students were back in their common rooms, he walked in to the Great Hall. He quickened his pace, though still not making a single sound under foot. (Another art he'd perfected).The back of a boy's head greeted him when he got close enough to get a proper look.

'Well, well, well. Mr. Potter.'

With a delight, he saw the jerk of the boys torso as he realised he'd been seen. He turned his head and looked up into his face. God he hated that boy. With every fibre in his body. The features so reminded him to the man he hated most of all. James Potter.

'How is it Mr. Potter that you have a remarkable knack of never being where you are supposed to be?'

'Professor I…'

Snape cut him off, 'How is it that this is the 5th time this month that I have found you sitting in the exact seat at…' Snape looked up at the ceiling, checking the progress of the moon across the sky. '…Half past 11'.

'Professor, I was just leaving. I lost track of time sir. May you escort me back to my common room please sir?' Snape noticed that Harry spoke very quickly and got up, pushing the bench back under the table, while also hiding something under his robes.

'Do you think I was born yesterday Potter you ignoramus.'

'No sir' Harry smiled.

'Did you not think that I could see you put something underneath you robes? Take out whatever you put under you cloak….Now.'

'But Sir, I didn't put anything under my clock. Are you sure you're feeling ok this evening Sir?'

'Potter. Do not test me. I am not in the mood.' Anger bubbled to the surface making Snapes hands itch. Why were students always so idiotic. That they thought they were invincible. Snape could easily give Harry a detention every night for a month. Maybe he would.

'Potter. Take. Off. You're. Cloak.' Snape spoke though gritted teeth, balling his hands into fists.

'But Sir, this is so sudden. You could at least ask me to dinner first.'

'Do not flatter yourself Potter. You are small, childish, and a complete waste of space.' Snape tried to keep his voice calm. Why was the boy aggravating him so much. With any other of his students he would have taken them by the ear and scare the living day lights out of them. But not with Harry. Either Snape's effect didn't work on Harry, or he was subconsciously going easier on him than with other students.

'How could this be?' he thought to himself. He looked into Harry's eyes and saw the pure green that he had once seen in Lilly Even's. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Pure liquid emeralds.

'Umm, Professor? Are you sure you're ok? You're looking at me kind of funny.'

Startled, and realising that he had been staring at Harry for a full ten seconds, 'Go Potter. Get out of my sight'.

Harry obviously didn't need to be told twice. He weaved around Snape, brushing his arm, and scampered off towards the doors.

Snape looked down where Harry had touched his arm, he put one slender hand on the spot and felt his heart beat a little faster. What was going on with him.

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Snape change out of his robes into a black night shirt. He put it over his head letting it fall to his knees. He was trying not to think about Harry. Harry's eyes. Harry's touch. Harry's scent.

'Stop it!' Snape whispered into the dark. He's just a stupid brat child. Next year he will be gone, and hopefully will never have to lay eyes on him again…Although, he was worried. He had heard whispers that The Headmistress wanted to ask him to take up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher after he graduated. 'The perfect and only choice' were Minerva's exact words he believed.

Snape settled himself into bed, pulling the flowing black silk up to his chest.

Snape stared into the blackness. Thinking.

Why had his feelings towards Harry suddenly changed? He hated to think about it, but he couldn't deny it now he had realised it.

Ever since Harry had saved his life.

Snape had often had nightmares of the night Voldermort had fallen. Lying there in the Shrieking Shack, covered in blood, feeling the last beats of his heart slow. When out of nowhere Harry had appeared. Like an angel from the darkness. He bent down and slowed the blood oozing from his neck. Stroking his black hair, whispering that it was all going to be okay. The last think he remembered was those beautiful green eyes.

He thought he had died.

A week later he woke in what was left of the destroyed hospital wing. Surrounded by beds with others fatally wounded.

He had felt so weak. So frail.

Harry had saved his life. Harry, who thought he was a traitor. He bothered to step out from his invisibility cloak, and save him. The man whom he believed killed Dumbledore, the man who had made all those years at Hogwarts seem unbearable.

Harry.

Snape had never thanked Harry. Tried to ignore the whole thing had happened.

The school had been closed for a year, trying to clean up the mess from the final battle. Harry had been pushed out his mind for that whole year. But now…

Snape turned over in his bed, re-positioning the pillow. But now, 5 weeks into the new school year, Harry had been there constantly. Always misbehaving, always being where he shouldn't, like he wanted Snape to catch him.

'Like he wanted me to catch him'. Snape said out loud. Did he want his attention, is that it?

He felt his eye lids begin to droop. Picturing Harry's worried face as he looked down at him bleed to death.

That was a face he would never forget.

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