The next day he went into the room, confident and tall, somewhat drunk. He didn't normally spend so much time drinking, and it was unusual to him as to why he was even allowing himself to do it in the first place. What had changed so much in his personality the last two days? Often he never really thought about alcohol as it made him slippery and more depressed. Black often drank and it was it befell on Snape to take his drunken rants whenever he arrived to just to give news to The Order. They were annoying and pitiful and it only made Snape feel that much more superior as he walked away, feeling like the better man. He knew he was. So why was he acting so…unlike himself lately? It didn't make any sense and Snape choose not to dive that much. He carried his fire whiskey in his hand and walked over to Black and sat down next to him, somewhat amused by the tide of things, obviously given to him by the bottle.

"I'm quite happy how things worked out, aren't you?" he asked. "You're nothing more than a rock now…a classic piece of art whose soul purpose is to make this room look more inhabitable."

He took a drink from the bottle and then paused for a moment. No sound in the room at all.

"A pet, really…" Snape finished. He then began to have a flashback of his schooldays (this also happening quite often suddenly) The days oh him walking down the corridors as a boy was at a distant. "I always wanted you chained up in my room so I could torture you. I often imagined it as a boy in school. You, hanging by your wrists on the wall, against your will, of course…angry and determined. I always pictured that cock of yours as…something impressive."

Another long pause.

"You always made it seem like it was something to boost about. Sticking it in every girl you met. Like it was a national treasure."

Snape then realized he had said too much and pulled back his bottle. He stared in silence at the wall for a few moments, needing to get his feelings out but now embarrassed. He then snorted and looked back at Black. He put the pads of his fingers on top of Black's cheek and then slowly started to feel him down. He was nice and smooth. Cold. But nice. He made marble look incredibly sexy.

Then his hand went as low down as his jeans and his hands paused there. He could see the lump in it and fought about whether or not he should actually touch it. He was alone. He has Black where he wanted him. So…why not? But it was a big step. A incredibly big step for him.

His shaky fingers went to the lump and started to feel this round hill. The erectness of it.

He did this back and forth, back and forth, squeezing the spot every now and then with his whole hand and even sliding it more downwards to see if he could even feel Black's scrotum.

"Nice strong cock," he said, patting it. "You're a good boy…"

Suddenly he heard a loud knock at the door and flinched, removing his hand from the spot instantly. His heart began racing and his eyes moved back and forth throughout the room. It took awhile to try to come himself down. And when he did he realized again that someone was waiting for him at the door.

Potter, no doubt, he thought.. Who else knew about the room? He sat and listened as the knocking grew more and more louder and desperate. He looked back at Black.

"It looks like your godson has saved you," Snape's lip curled. "You surely realize how much he loves you."

But no reply came. It was the trigger to tell Snape to get on the move. Even when he stood up though he legs were shaky and he was at war with himself that it was the booze. It was the booze.

Snape walked to the door and opened it to see Potter standing there, looking somewhat anxious and nervous. After a long moment of silence, Snape asked, "What do you want?"

Potter seemed to freeze on the spot, even more of a statue than Black was.

"Come on, on with it," Snape said. "I've already got once case to work on."

Potter seemed to shake his head and he then looked at Snape as if it were the first time he had seen him. Then ask, "One case?"

"Black."

Potter still hesitated. Then said, "Have you found anything?" Snape stared at him. "To bring him back?"

"It's going to take longer than a week to find something, Potter, I wouldn't expect you to understand how hard this line of work is, and there are things I'm dealing with now more important than Black. He's going to have to wait."

Potter's eyes seemed to then sink, but his head still stayed high. "Have you found any answers yet?"

Snape paused, wondering if he should answer the boy or not. Then said, "I'm a given a duty to do a job by the headmaster of this school. I surely don't need you strutting yourself about it in front of me."

"Listen, I just wanted to know-"

"No, I have not got a cure yet, nor will I have it tomorrow."

Potter paused and something in him seemed to die. He took one breath in, and then he looked up, another question on his mind being wanted answered.

"Can I…ah…see him?"

"I don't see how that will be necessary."

"I guess it won't, but I…I just want to talk to him."

"What's the point, Potter?" Snape seemed to sneer loudly. "He won't be able to talk back to you or any sort; what sort of comfort are you looking for?"

Harry's face grew red and his eyes seemed to blaze with fury. He looked like he was going to open his mouth, but then shut it at the last minute, turned around, and walked away.