I See You
A/N: New story! Yay! My other stories will be updated I promise, I'm just glad I've returned to writting the wonderful world of Snarry. Please review and tell me what you think, this story is based slightly on the wonderful song I See You by Mika.
Chapter One: You'll Never Know
Remedial Potion's with Snape? Harry didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse. During the war, Harry had grown a fondness of Snape. He had spent his free time training him when no-one else would, protected him when he needed it, even risked his life for the young wizard. In return, Harry had saved his life, and he also greatly respected the man, when very few did. Harry had grown accustomed to spending all his time in the dungeons, pouring over books and dueling the Potion's Professor. They had a heart-to-heart once. It was something Harry would never forget.
Harry and Snape sat in front of the fire, silent. Harry was hunched over, elbows on his knees and his face craddled in his hands. He glanced over at Snape every few minutes, who was nursing a glass of scotch, watching the man sip at his drink. They had a hard workout. Harry worried his bottom lip in-between his teeth, staring into the fire, letting the memory of his dream the night before flood his mind.
'I wonder what he would do if I tried to kiss him...?' Harry shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. 'Don't be stupid, Harry. He would kick you out so fast, you wouldn't even have a chance to react. You would ruin everything, as usual. He probably isn't even gay...'
"Professor?" His question was timid and soft.
"Yes, Potter?"
Harry couldn't even look at him. 'Why am I even trying to talk to him? I'm never going to tell him how I truly feel about him. Problem solved.'
"Can I be honest with you?" Harry glanced over at his Professor. Snape wasn't looking at him.
"Of course, Potter. You've already figured out I'm on your side haven't you? Or are you just that thick-headed?" An insult. He wasn't in the mood to play trifle teenage games.
"Nevermind, Professor. It's nothing."
"Obviously it's something Potter, otherwise you wouldn't have opened your mouth."
Harry pursed his lips. Why does he always have to act like this? "I know I'm supposed to be the Chosen One and all that jazz, but, I'm not brave. I'm not heroic... I'm scared. I'm scared I'm not going to live up to the reputation people have given me. All those thing's I've done over the past few years have all been by luck. Sheer dumb luck. I'm scared I'm going to fail..." Harry had to stop himself before his voice cracked. His eye-sight was blurry, tears welling up in his eyes. He refused to look at Snape, praying the man wasn't going to look at him, wasn't going to see him cry.
"Don't be stupid, Potter. I wouldn't be training you if I thought you were going to fail." Harry blinked away the tears and turned to look at his Professor. Snape was looking at him, and he wasn't quite sure what the man was thinking when he was looking at him.
He looked away just then, staring into the fire. "If it makes you feel any better... I'm scared too."
"Really?" Harry blurted out without thinking. "Er... I'm sorry Professor, I didn't mean it like that..."
"It's quite alright, Potter. No need to be sorry. But yes, I am in face scared. I... highly doubt that I am going to survive this war..."
"No offense Professor, but... Don't be stupid. You are going to make it. There are plenty of people that would save you if you were in danger..."
"I extremely doubt that one person would, Mister Potter."
"Well, you're wrong." He replied defiantly, huffing, causing Snape to look at him.
Mustering all his courage, Harry looked him square in the eye and said: "I'm that one person. I would save you."
And that was his que to leave.
That memory was forever burnt into his brain. It wasn't much, but it was important to him. But now wasn't the time to be reminiscing. He was sitting in front of both Professor Snape and Dumbledore, and he had to keep up appearances. Ever since the war ended, Snape had returned to hating Harry, and Harry had to do the same. He could never know his true feelings for him...
"Do I really have to, Headmaster?" with a frustrated sigh, he combed his fingers through his hair, mock anger plastered on his face. "I mean, my marks aren't that bad in Potions. I can manage just fine without the extra class. Hermione can help me." He didn't dare look at Snape. He didn't have the energy to argue with the man.
"Harry, your marks really are that bad. You have to take the extra lessons with Professor Snape." Dumbledore had a familiar twinkle in his eye, and it make Harry inwardly cringe. A result of too much time with Snape. The thought made Harry inwardly cringe again. He had to move on. Snape would never share the same feelings.
"Fine." He sighed impatiently. "Can I go now? I have plans..." He trailed off, looking at his feet. He really didn't have anything to do, but he had to say something to get out of this room. He couldn't stand being so close to Snape. Just made his heart ache... Harry shook away the thoughts that were starting to form. Nothing ever happened between the two of them, so he just needed to get over it.
"A date with Miss Weasley I'm presuming." A snide comment from Snape, no surprise there. Harry didn't reply, he just lifted the strap to his bag on his shoulder and stood there, still staring at the floor like there was something interesting happening down there.
However, Dumbledore saved him from furthar embarassment. "Yes, Harry, you may go now."
He left without even glancing at Snape.
"Hey, Harry. How did the meeting with Professor Dumbledore go? What did he want?" Hermione was too curious for her own good. Harry looked up from the common room fire and gave her a sad smile.
"I'm supposed to have remedial potion's lessons with Professor Snape every Tuesday and Thursday nights at 7'o-clock sharp." He rolled his eyes, flopping back into the couch dejectedly.
"That blows, mate." Ron said sympathetically, clapping him on the back, his own odd way of brotherly comfort. Hermione sat down next to him on the couch, patting his hand.
"It will be okay, Harry. It won't be so bad. You will get better at Potion's, I promise." She gave him a reassuring smile, and Harry knew the second meaning in her words. She was telling him that things between Harry and Snape would get better, back to the way they were, but he seriously doubted it, things never got better for him. Harry had confided in Hermione about his sexual preference, and in the way he felt about Snape, knowing she wouldn't judge him. Ron, on the other hand, was a whole different story. He was his best mate and all, but some things were better left unsaid between the two of them.
"Let's go down to dinner, I'm sure eating will make you feel better. Maybe we can even stop by the kitchens and convince Dobby to give us ice-cream for dessert. Sound good mate?" Ron thudded him on the back again, also trying to give him a reassuring smile.
"Food always sounds good to you, Ron." He laughed, punching the red-head in the arm. Then, he wrapped his arms across both Ron and Hermione's shoulders, bringing them in close in a hug, all three of them laughing now. They knew how to make him feel better.
"You guys are the two best mates any bloke could have! Lets go eat, I'm starved." He stood up from the couch, stretching out his limbs. He could mope about Snape later when everyone was asleep, and no-one could hear him cry.