Disclaimer: If I owned it, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing this.
It was a strange thing. Harry was positively sure that Snape hated him. He guessed he was wrong.
Even Ron noticed the difference.
Harry figured that was what made it real to him. Ron noticing. In the words of Hermione, Ron had the emotional range of a spoon; it took quite a lot to make him notice something.
Snape was acting different. Very different. Almost human-like. Harry wasn't quite sure if he should rejoice or run off screaming in terror. He knew that he couldn't get away with running off, so he decided to celebrate.
He couldn't really do that publicly either, so he decided to party in private. Well, he was going to drag Neville in with him, but whatever.
He decided that some of Snape's old personality was rubbing off on him. He was becoming crueler by the day. Especially towards Neville. It was fitting; Snape was being nicer, so Harry was being meaner.
Their party was fairly quiet. Not as entertaining as Harry had hoped, but he did invite Neville, so, yeah. They drank a few rounds of muggle liquor that Harry had gotten from Dean, and Neville confessed to a long-standing crush on Draco Malfoy. Harry decided he would be nice and set them up.
Malfoy was being nicer too. Harry figured it was because his father croaked, but he wasn't sure. He thought maybe someone finally pulled the stick out of his ass, and while Ron laughed at that comment, neither Neville nor Hermione would.
After a month of Snape being, if not nice, then at least somewhat agreeable, Harry decided that he would go and visit the man.
When an hour after the thought, he found himself standing in front of the man's door dressed in his nicest clothes, Harry thought he might be cracking up.
When Snape answered the door, and actually invited him in, he was sure of it.
"Well, Mr. Potter, what was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
Harry paused and stared at the way the man's robes ft his body before answering the question.
"Well, sir, Longbott- I mean Neville, seems to have a bit of a crush on Malfoy."
Snape sputtered, and after a few seconds started laughing.
"You mean to tell me, that Longbottom likes Malfoy? That's insane."
"I agree wholeheartedly, sir, but I'm afraid that I am telling the truth."
Snape looked at Harry for a few moments. An odd gleam entered his eyes.
"And what exactly would you like me to do about this, Mr. Potter?"
"Err...I was kinda hoping you could figure that part out."
"Really now?"
"Err...yeah."
"You are impossible, Mr. Potter."
Snape leaned forward towards the raven-haired boy in front of him, tilting his head to gain proper access to his lips.
"Yeah, I hear that a lot."
Harry was the one to lean in and close the distance between them. For a few moments, he thought his whole world could center on this man forever, and he would be perfectly happy.
Snape broke away.
"You're seventeen, correct, Mr. Potter?"
"Severus, can I call you Severus? Oh, well. Yeah, I am. Call me Harry by the way."
Harry babbled all this out before the Potion's Master leaned in to him again.
"Please don't babble, it's quite unbecoming."
"Well, can I?"
Severus sighed.
"You're going to anyway, Mr.- Harry."
Harry beamed at the man, before initiating another kiss. His hand reached out to grab the other man's.
"I think I like this new Snape."
Severus snorted.
"Of course. Now, about this Malfoy and Longbottom thing..."
-End.