Full Summary: Severus Snape had created a comfortable life after the war. He even found himself to take a year off of work and relax in his Holiday home. But when the person he despises takes refuge nearby- disturbing his inner peace, he realizes soon enough that will be the least of his troubles. Emotions he never fathomed to have for many years, take hold as even he himself cannot resist the disturbance of love in a comfortable life.

Before we get started to get some things clear: This story takes place roughly 5 years after the war is over. So I believe Harry will be about 23. This first chapter is more of an introduction, the story will pick up after the setting of everything is established.

This story is a slash, that I should not have to explain, but if this bothers you then I can guarantee you will not approve. I chose the relationship between the two because of their characteristics, which I actually think would attract in life if both their personal preferences were set the same.

Reviews are enjoyed, even bad (I am confident enough in myself to handle criticism). If anything reviews will help inspire me to carry on with the story, honestly.

I do not own any part of Harry Potter! That credit goes to the wonderful and amazing J.K. Rowling. Without her I would be having a social life at this moment!

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An early morning glint of orange sunlight spread across the large bay window. The side of the house the window sat upon faced the dirt street in front of the cottage style home. Outside the cobblestone walls, was a small managed lawn surrounded by a picked fence. The fence had been long lost in the green vine which had for many years manged to grow at an alarming rate. Though the home owner had tried to put it's life at an end for many summers, he finally grew accustom to it's presence and if anything, accepted the further privacy it provided him.

The man sat in his lone cushioned arm chair, holding onto his cup of steaming coffee. He looked out the window, his thoughts elsewhere beyond the beautiful view he looked upon. Severus took a drink of the black coffee and glanced to the clock behind his head, '5:54', he read. Hardly consciously aware he did this every morning, he stared back out into the window as if anxiously awaiting an arranged visitor. His expression curled into a glare as he recognized the sight he had become accustom to over the last year.

Down the road surrounded by tall trees and dense thicket of bushes, the clearing of the road could be seen for almost quarter a mile down. A lone man in his morning routine would come from the North, running down the road. Each day for the last year, Severus had annoyingly against his will, grown to look for the whereabouts of the man. At first even the sight was a tremendous disturbance to his peace. When he had first realized the man did this every morning Severus even tried to change his own routine to avoid seeing the man. In an almost comical effort to ignore the new change, Severus once even resorted to changing the position of his arm chair to face away from the window.

He had almost giggled to himself with delight with his back facing the window in the early morning. He sat with his cup of coffee in his regained peace-of-mind, looking to his wall of books. Surely this would be the end of his annoyance. He heard the rushed footsteps as they ran by his home, looking to his clock he noted it was precisely 6:01, the man was almost always on time. After the footsteps had faded he grew irritable. How foolish he could be at times, even he had to admit this game he played was disruptive to his life. Who was he to care that the Potter boy jogged by his house each morning? Though he had avoided speaking or discussing with the boy since the end of the war, even he couldn't keep Potter from his mind occasionally. To make matters even more tempting, the Potter boy moved just miles from his secluded holiday refuge and now ran across his window each morning.

Frowning, Severus took a swig of steaming hot coffee and starred to his bookshelf. Surely he would have to get used change, or he would become to think he had far too many books and rid of them all. Convincing himself that all his books were more than necessary, he persuaded himself to face his window again the next morning. As if acid were present in his mouth, he would conceive a disgusted look at the man who across the window. Though over time, his expression faded, and even once he complimented the man's speed and how the young person had developed a manly tone to his structure. Upon thinking this he had unexpectedly taken a large drink of the scolding hot coffee and spit the steaming fluid upon his lap (surely a preconceived punishment on himself for such thoughts...).

A year had just about gone by, and within that time the man had begun to show at earlier times. By now he had either begun his running time earlier, or he had knocked off seven minutes of his run time. The second of these scenarios was the more likely considering the man appeared to be much faster than he originally started as.

Finishing his last bit of his coffee, Severus stood up to retreat to getting his day started.

Though as much as the simple sight of Potter disturbed him, he still had to be thankful Potter was no longer his student and he wouldn't ever have to deal with his arrogant sly-tongued attitude which made even he want to lose his wits. Though this was one piece of his life he had grown used to and accepted that this would be all he would ever have to deal with regarding the wretched brat Potter.

Oh how wrong Severus Snape could be at times. Little did Snape ever conceive in his locked away mind, was that more than just Potter running in his vision each day would happen. Unfortunately for Snape's comfortable world, Potter would become part of his primary life.