A/N: Once again, I want to thank all of you for reading my silly little story. It's almost finished now, so I'm glad that you guys have stuck around! Please enjoy this chapter!

marksmom: I know, right? I kept trying to log in, but FF wouldn't let me do it. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm glad that it all fixed now. Thanks for reviewing!

Tokugawa Blitzer: I wasn't expecting for Severus to reenter that way, either. I just kind of got tired of having chapters without him in it. I'm glad that my writing made you laugh! :)

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Sydney-Jo: lol I'm sure that Harry was very disappointed that Severus didn't come back with a few caged ninjas in hand. Maybe one day he will finally be able to conquer them.

sev's-sexy-mistress: Lol. How did you know that Severus would come? I probably will not have chapters with Severus's point of view. My other story is more focused on Severus's POV, so I wanted to challenge myself and do another one with just Harry's perspective. I hope you don't mind too much!

AlmondWithUnicornHair: When will Ron learn how to do laundy properly? Anyways, thanks for the awesome review!

kaja1234: I hope that they kiss and make up, too! Thanks for writing me a review!

Luv 2 cry: Because I didn't like having Severus absent from so many chapters of a snarry story, I made the decision to bring him back in. I can't wait to hear what you think of this newest update!

joytiger: That's a relief. I wasn't 100% positive that O2 was a popular/well-known provider. You're from Germany? That's intense! I have a couple of awesome friends from there. Anyways, I hope you like this new chapter.

Sithtar: I completely understand your reaction. Harry and his friends went overboard last chapter, but it is fiction. I doubt that things would go as smoothly if it wasn't. I hope a week was a long enough time for you to cool down and read the next chapter.

Serpent91: Thank you! I was nervous about uploading chapter 7, so I'm very happy to know that at least one person liked it.

LemonDropsWoolSocks: Yeah, if the twins can get the queen's address, they can do anything. Severus should have no doubts whatsoever about the Facebook scam. Thanks for the review!

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Bakanika: Don't worry. Harry will never be able to get rid of chemistry for good, so life will continue as normal. I'm not in the least bit upset with your critique. I understood that it would get some mixed reviews. As for BBC Sherlock, I didn't know that it was so popular! I just came across one day when I was on a hunt for all things Sherlock and found it on Netflix. I've tried to get more people to watch it, but they're all against the whole idea of a modern Sherlock.

Lady DestinyHope: No, Severus doesn't know what he's in for at all. Harry will need a miracle worker if he wants to pass organic chemistry. Thanks for the review!

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Simply Alex: Yes, it will be interesting to see how the tutoring will work. Maybe the ninjas will have mercy and actually try to bring them back together?


Harry wasn't exactly sure how he should preceed. He had finished his classes for the day and was now hovering in the doorway to Severus's room, debating on how he should approach the dark-haired man. After everything that had happened, it was more than likely that Severus was angry and completely fed-up with Harry and his friends. Maybe an apology would be the best way to start.

"Make a decision," Severus said suddenly, causing Harry to start.

"How did you know that I w–," he started.

Severus sighed. "Are you coming in or are you staying out, Potter," the older man asked gruffly. "We all know that you have issues with doors, but I'm fairly sure that this one is safe."

Still thrown off, Harry tried to organize his thoughts. He would start with a sincere apology, explain what happened with Facebook, beg for Severus's forgiveness, and then end it all with a hot, make-up make-out session (hopefully). Just as he opened his mouth to say sorry, Severus turned around to face Harry, and Harry was struck again by how attractive the guard was, especially in white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of jeans…

"Um, I wanted to say sorry about…the sheets," Harry apologized, feeling pressured to say something with Severus glaring at him so intently. "I know that you hate red, so pink is probably guilty by association."

"Are you trying to be clever, Potter," Severus wondered. "Because if you are, I suggest that you quit this idle chitchat and open up your textbook for once."

"Damn those bloody jeans," Harry cursed softly as he shuffled into the room.

Two minutes had barely based and he'd already botched his plan. It figured. In fact, Harry wouldn't be surprised if the Ninjas had sewed together the denim themselves. They were purposely trying to distract him from having any sort of success in his personal and academic life.

Taking off his backpack, Harry tried to convince himself that working on chemistry would actually be a good thing. Carbon monoxide and oxygen have never killed anyone, right? Besides, the tutoring meant that Severus and Harry had to be near each other. That was a definite plus.

Reluctantly, Harry slowly removed a thick, teal textbook from his bag, lifting it up as if he was handling an unstable explosive. The book's ridiculously heavy weight made it an unexpected weapon, and it seemed to have something against Harry's toes and fingers. Eventually, the vindictive text made it's way over to Severus's hands.

"Careful," Harry warned. "It bites, squashes, and smothers."

Judging by the look on the other man's face, Harry gathered that his advice would go unheeded.

"So, what part don't you understand," Severus asked roughly, flipping through the pages of the textbook.

"I get lost after the table of context," Harry replied honestly.

The chemistry tutor's eye twitched, although Harry didn't quite understand why. The college student had made it clear from the very start that he and chemistry were incompatible. Chemistry spoke another language, actually enjoyed Professor Malvado's company, and spent romantic evenings on the beach with the Periodic Table. Harry didn't understand Chemistry, and Chemistry didn't understand Harry. It was a hate-hate kind of relationship. Had Severus really forgotten that?

"And what grade do you have right now," the guard inquired.

Harry puckered his lips. "A D minus," he grumbled.

Severus blinked several times before saying anything. "You're hopeless" was the final conclusion.


"Which of the following molecules and ions are nucleophilic?"

"Floride."

"I haven't even listed the options yet, Potter!"

"Nitrogen."

"Have you even heard a word I've said?"

"Carbon…"

Severus sighed heavily. "Here are the options: CH4, H20, BH3, Br+, NH3, and Br-."

"That's a trick question."

"No, Potter, it's actually pretty straightforward. In fact, you should have been able to give me an answer by now."

Harry rolled his eyes. They had been at this tutoring thing for two hours now, and the future doctor had yet to show any signs of improvement. Severus would summarize a chapter in the book and then ask Harry a few questions. Harry would close his eyes, point to a random spot on his periodic table handout, and callout whatever element his finger so happened to choose. When he was wrong (which was 95% of the time – yes, he was keeping track), Severus would insult his intelligence, which actually wasn't entirely fair. What Harry's finger did had nothing to do with the size of Harry's brain, his IQ, or the quality of his secondary education, though Severus begged to differ.

"Is there anything about chemistry that you do know," Severus asked.

"I know that our chemistry is messed up," he stated.

"Very good. So how long did it take your finger to figure that one out?"

Harry crossed his arms. "I figured it out on my own," he claimed.

"Let's move on to chapter seven," Severus suggested.

"No, we need to talk about what happened with Draco," Harry countered.

Slamming the textbook closed, Severus turned so that he was glaring directly at the younger man. "I didn't fly down here to talk about you and Flake-Oh."

"Really? Then why did you fly down here?" Severus hesitated. "Did you really come here just because you were afraid of being called a pedophile?"

With a sharp inhale, the guard looked like he was mentally preparing himself for something. "If you must know, there was this idiotic mutt that happened to be guarding beside me the day we first met. He claimed that you were some 'innocent, underage kid' who was only flirting with me because you were drunk or on a dare. According to that idiot, I was 'taking advantage' of you. He's been complaining about it everyday since. It was already bad enough as it was what with him spreading rumors around the Palace. If he ever got his filthy hands on any photo evidence to support his ridiculous claim, he'd get me fired before I even got the chance to defend myself. He's absolutely unbearable. In fact, he reminds me of you at times."

Harry could see why his boyfriend was annoyed with his coworker, but he couldn't help but relate to the other guard. "I don't know, maybe he is just a protective kind of person," the college student suggested.

"Black doesn't even know you," Severus pointed out.

Harry shrugged, mentally filing the name 'Black' away for future investigations. "Well, you don't have to worry about him now."

Severus nodded his head slowly. "You're right. I traded in a mangy dog for an aggravating, blonde ferret."

It was now time for Harry to take a big breath. "You know, none of this is really Draco's fault. Ron's brothers, Fred and George, changed my Facebook page without telling either of us about it. And the only reason he even participated in Hermione's tutoring plot was because he was convinced that you didn't even exist."

Severus narrowed his eyes. "Only someone as daft as you would miss the obvious fact that he fancies you."

There was nothing Harry could do to stop himself from laughing. Draco interested in him? "Only someone as clueless as you would miss the obvious fact that Draco is asexual."

The chemistry enthusiast snorted. "I'm sure."

"It's the truth! He says that no girl or boy that he has ever met has every lived up to any of his standards, so he declared himself asexual until his 'Dracarina' appears. That's what I've decided to call his mysterious partner, anyways. I imagine her as a short blonde from a private college who has a summer home in the Hamptons. But, let's be serious. Do you honestly think he'd go for a guy who wears sweatpants?"

That question seemed to realize the logic behind Harry's reasoning. "No, I suppose not," he admitted reluctantly.

"So, will you forgive me and my mates now?"

Severus smirked, and Harry just knew that he was going to have to do something more to earn the man's forgiveness. "Only if you can answer my question correctly."

"H20, NH3, and Br-," Harry answered without hesitation.

"Lucky guess," Severus mumbled. "Back to work!"

(Somewhere in the shadows, a ninja died.)


"We've been at this for six hours, Sev," Harry complained. "I can't take this anymore! I need a break."

Severus waved his hand around the room as if to remind him of where they were. After the three-hour chemistry review session in his flat, Harry decided that he had to do something, anything to make it stop. Remembering the man's addiction to coffee, he suggested that they make a quick trip to Starbucks. Fortunately, Severus gave in rather quickly. Unfortunately, he brought Satan's spawn (i.e. Harry's chemistry book) along, demanding that Harry carry it on their way over to the coffee shop. By the time they walked under the green awning, Harry's pointer finger was bleeding and there were three dents in his trainers. Sadly, his iced peppermint white chocolate mocha did little to help the pain, and the continued tutoring only made it worse.

"If I see another hydrogen, I'm going to be sick," he whined, banging his head against the café table.

"We haven't even gotten to chapter nine yet," Severus said.

"But my head hurts," Harry countered.

"Well if you stopped slamming it against hard objects, maybe it wouldn't," the guard snapped, frustrated with his lazy tutee.

"I think I want a chocolate croissant," Harry said randomly.

"If you think that I'm going to pay for your frozen candy cane drink and your chocolate croissant, you are sorely mistaken."

Pouting, the broke college student looked down at his empty mug and felt filled with a sense of sadness and regret. Had he known that he would be limited to one menu item, Harry would have taken much smaller sips. The chocolate had kept his headache away and had given him an excuse not to answer a question. If ever Severus asked something too complicated, he would just chug of part of his mocha and swallow slowly. In the end, Severus would get too impatient to wait for an answer and would switch to a different question. Now he had to face chemistry without any chocolate strategy to rely on. There was no hope.

"How did your espresso taste," Harry tried.

"What is the molecular formula of they hydrocarbon I just described," Severus asked, not even bothering to acknowledge Harry's question.

The brunette sighed. "C5H12," he replied after a moment of thought.

"Correct. What is its IUPAC name for it?"

(A second ninja died.)

"OMAN," he answered.

"OMAN," Severus repeated.

"Yeah. We were missing an O and a Man. IUPAC needs OMAN to become IOUPACMAN."

(The ninja was mysteriously revived.)

Severus sat back in his metal chair. "Clearly, caffeine does something horrible to your infinitesimal mind."

"Clearly, Mrs. Pacman needs to be worried about her husband. Mr. Pacman has some explaining to do. Who owes him? Is C5H12 some kind of codename? Should we be looking for a woman? A man? Is Mr. Packman gay? These are the questions that we should be asking, Severus, not questions about elements and compounds. Pacman is an international icon, and people would want to know Pacman's real sexual identity."

The chemistry tutor didn't seem to see the urgency of the Pacman situation. "You need to see a psychologist...desperately"

"No, I desperately need a chocolate croissant."

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me that chocolate will make you sane again? Trust me, you're sanity is gone for good. I don't know when it disappeared, but I can guarantee you that it is never coming back again. At best, the psychologist might be able to prescribe you some drugs to help. Strangely, something tells me that even medicine can't help you, Potter."

"This isn't about me, Severus. Mr. Pacman might not ever come back to Mrs. Packman if he runs off with his lover. We should help her investigate. Doesn't she deserve to know the truth?"

"Chemistry, Potter," the guard scolded lightly. "At this rate, you're going to end up going to summer school."

"At the very least, I think that I deserve to know the truth."

Closing the textbook, Severus gave Harry his full attention. "What exactly do you want to know? Yes, I saw Pacman leave the Residential Inn with a green ghost. Is that good enough for you?"

"I want to the real reason why you decided to leave work, jump on a flight, and come all the way here to help me. I believe that you didn't want to get in trouble with the Queen, but I'm sure you could have convinced them that it was all some kind of prank. Besides, you don't even like your job."

"Well aren't you presumptious."

Harry started a list, using his fingers to keep track of all the items. "You hate working with Black, you don't have any connection with your other coworkers, you hate having to stay silent in front of annoying tourists, and you would much rather be spending your time writing chemistry articles than standing in one spot all day. If losing your job wasn't that big of a deal in the first place, you had no reason to fly here. So tell me what made you accept the offer?"

Something flashed across Severus's eyes, but it disappeared too quickly for Harry to decipher. "There's no simple answer to that question, Potter," he replied.

Harry frowned. "Maybe I don't need want a simple answer."

Looking down at his green cup, Severus avoided eye contact with his tutee. "Somewhere along the lines, I think I lost my sanity, too."

The brunette tilted his head to the side. Severus was insane? Was that what happened to people who studied chemistry? That would explain so much. Harry had always said that Professor Malvado should be sent to the loony bin. This just proves it.

"You see, even after I thought my boyfriend was messing around with some stupid blonde and even after he and his friends blackmailed me, I found that I was still in love with him. Obviously, that makes no sense whatsoever. He makes random references to video games and writes me crappy letters. He doesn't understand a word of chemistry and has a strange chocolate addiction. We haven't seen each other in weeks, and he likes the color red. I hate the color red. Hate it!"

The college student couldn't believe what he was hearing. All this time Harry had assumed that the guard would be too mad at him to consider anything beyond friendship, and here he was saying that he loved him. This talented, intelligent, sarcastic, and handsome man loved him despite all of the mess Harry had dragged him through. It was unimaginable. It was unthinkable. It was insane.

"I hate it. Do you hear me, Potter," Severus questioned, his cheeks red and his fists clenched in anger.

"I know, I'm really sorry about the blackmail. I just didn't want to see you leave," Harry said. "I want you to stay with me forever."

Caught off guard, the older man tried to cover up his surprise with humor. "In Starbucks?"

Harry laughed just because he could. The man he fancied fancied him back. To be frank, Harry wanted to do a lot of things. He wanted to laugh, smile, cry, run around in circles, and but three – no make that four – chocolate croissants. But most importantly, he wanted to make sure that the amazing man before him never got away again.

"No, stay with me in the flat," he clarified.

The older man grunted. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Potter. I'll just move in with Weasley and Granger because I'm sure they won't mind having an unemployed, ex-Buckingham Palace guard lounging on their sofa 24/7. Nevermind the fact that I intend on killing the both of those bloody criminal friends of yours and selling their stuff on HePays to payback O2."

Harry put both of his hands up to stop the man from going any further. Severus was being unrealistic, anyways. If he didn't even know Ebay's proper name, there was no way that his plot would work. "There is no need to resort to violence and murder. What if I told you that I had the answer to all of your problems?"

Severus raised an eyebrow. "I'd run and warn God that he might have some competition."

Harry simply rolled his eyes and imagined his boyfriend's surprise once Harry's brilliant plan was revealed. Despite what was commonly believed, the brunette did have moments of pure ingenuiousness. It might only happen once a decade, but they were always worth the wait.


A/N: Harry and Severus are finally making some progress. I think I'm going to have one more chapter after this, and then the story will be complete.

OMG, people, I am not very smart. I uploaded this chapter onto Doc Manager, and I woke up this morning and was like "Uh oh, no reviews. They must have really hated this chapter." It took me a minute to realize that even though I uploaded the chapter, nobody could actually see it because I didn't officially add it to the story. Sorry for making you wait because of my stupid mistake!