Chapter 9

A Strange Encounter

Harry was walking down the streets of London when he came upon the same café as he had a few times before. "The Cozy Brew". He looked upon the bricks of the beautiful café and decided to go inside. He looked around a bit more closely than he did other times and found everything there was exquisite.

The walls were beautiful red bricks, purple curtains with a golden trim designed with floral sways and weaves. He walked up to the woman at the register and ordered an herbal tea. It really wouldn't due to have too much caffeine in his blood this Late in the day. He sat in the same cozy chair that he had last time and for the first time, examined the mantel on the hearth. It was lovely with roman styled pillars with climbing vines and leaves weaving in from the walls.

He took a small book from his pocket and began reading without noticing a very similar scenario and the same gaze as he had watching him last time. Only this time, the man giving the gaze was much more persistent and had mentally refused to leave.

Harry, finally after a few minutes, had that awkward feeling that he was being watched. He was right of course but he didn't know that. Then just as Severus gained the courage to open his mouth, Harry pulled out a pair of headphones and began listening to his mp3 player. Severus wanted to smack the man. Then Severus began to laugh at himself.

He was acting like a childish schoolgirl infatuated with a boy no less, very much nearly if not more than half his age. And worst of all, this man was well mannered and polite and seemingly more mature than the potions master at the moment. Severus would've slapped his own knee if he didn't think the man would think him an imbecile. He didn't want the man to think this of him. After all, he was growing fond of him.

He'd been going to this café numerous times and the man had been there on a few of the occasions although they never said more than a few courteous words. A hello some days and others a good day to you. But never did Severus gain courage and strength in which he would be able to start a conversation with the man. He wondered what nonsense the man might be listening. Bohemian Rhapsody he supposed.

Then Severus had a plan. He got up to grab another cup of tea. On his way back to his seat he "accidentally" threw his tea at Harry causing him to jolt up quickly after finding a large quantity of hot liquid landing on the crotch of his pants. Severus had not intended to harm the man's regions and quickly jumped to the man's aid.

He quickly grabbed a few napkins and began to dab the napkins to the wetted area while repeatedly saying "My god, I am so terribly sorry, an accident it was. Terribly, terribly sorry sir. My goodness how embarrassing of me. Although you shouldn't have been in that seat, I mean you really should have moved out of the way."

Harry couldn't believe it. Not only was Severus Snape being typical Snape as he was blaming HARRY for the tea dropping on him, but the man was also repeatedly dabbing towels onto his crotch. If that didn't shock him, then the fact that his own member was going against his will and began to slowly rise certainly did. Harry stopped Snape before it became more prominent.

"Eh hem, No! Um, no, no I am fine. It's fine, I'm…I'm sorry I was…under your tea? Anyway, I suppose I should be going any way. Goodbye, sir."

Harry grabbed his belongings and was making his way to the door when he heard an embarrassed voice whisper.

"Severus."

Harry turned around and looked at the dark haired man.

"I beg your pardon?"

Severus walked closer to him just a bit and looked into his eyes and said

"Severus, my name is Severus. You needn't call me sir. My name is Severus Snape, and I am truly sorry for spilling my tea on your clothes. I honestly am. Please, let me take you back to my current home, and I can remove the tea before it sets and stains your clothes. I would like to make amends for the accident."

Harry looked at the man dumbfounded. One reason being that it was in fact Severus Snape and he had just apologized. Secondly, he had offered to take Harry home with him to fix the mistake. Harry would much rather go to his own home and fix it himself, he would also much rather not getting a boner from his previous potions masters grope fest.

"Look it's okay, it was an accident and I can take care of it when I get home. No trouble at all."

Harry hoped that was enough to get away but he had forgotten how assertive this man could be. Before Harry knew it, he was sitting in the man's bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Harry sat on the bed shivering. Snape's bedroom was extremely similar to the dungeons. Cold and green all over.

He had barely remembered how he had become so far undressed. Something about Severus wanting to wash his pants but if he didn't wash the shirts too then he would be wearing dirty clothes. He wasn't sure if he understood that logic since the clothes were from the same day.

He did however; notice the look in those black eyes as the man walked away. He had ogled Harry and that alone gave him a nice little jolt down there. Harry was nervous about being there. His old professor had just removed his clothes, sexually ogled him and his "member" was beginning to enjoy it, which made him all the more concerned over his sanity. Harry didn't need any relations with the wizarding world. He needed pants to hide his disturbingly lively boner. He needed to get out before it went noticed.

Meanwhile, Severus went into another room and was using magic to get the man's stains out. He had noticed something that made him very pleased. The man's body was truly something of a work of art. He should probably stop referring to Simon as the man though since they had been properly introduced while Severus had ripped his pants off without Simon giving consent. He had hidden it well, but Severus still noticed the flamboyancy in Simon's drawers, which made Severus all the more excited. The man wanted him as well, whether he'd admit it or not.

Severus would take it slow and pretend not to notice. Then after a few outings, Severus would enjoy Simon's company on luncheons. Severus finished cleaning the clothes and walked into his bedroom to find it empty. Severus walked further around the house calling Simon's name and came to find the front door ajar. Simon had run away. Oh, Simon was going to make this very interesting, Severus thought. He would enjoy the hunt.

Harry had bolted for the door the moment he realized there was no hiding it anymore. His dick was very nearly waving hello to the world. Harry had ducked and dodged behind bushes hoping not to be caught by some child. He couldn't believe it. The bloody potions master had gone mad. The man was acting like fucking pepe' le pew. He could see Snape in his head right now, skipping behind him somewhere with his clothes in arms. Harry was dead scared. The dark lord rose and killed the sanity of all. He didn't go on a ruler's tangent because he must have executed a very good mind-numbing tactic.

Harry peeked behind himself once more and soon made it home. He had bolted the door and was soon safe in his own bedroom. Harry really thought hard. He couldn't remember any of the girls in school ever acting like that. He turned the hot water on in the tub and prepared for a bath. He was quite happy he had only given his first name and not his last. He didn't want to think about Snape turning up at a time like this. His cell phone began to go off. Harry grabbed it from the edge of the tub and checked the caller ID. Aunt Petunia again. Must've been the fifth time today. "Remember Simon, indoors by 9pm, no funny business." Harry grinned, oh how he wish she'd seen his day today. All of that funny business before even 6pm.

After a long talk with aunt Petunia, Harry heard Dudley on the other side of the phone mentioning something and then the line went dead. Harry hoped everything was fine. After drying himself off, Harry got into his pajamas and set to his bed. The silky sheet felt like butter on his skin. His mind wandered as sleep crept upon him, making him immensely drowsy.

How odd his day had been, he couldn't believe Severus Snape was gay.

He himself couldn't believe he had become so aroused given the circumstances. He supposed it had been the cold. Yes, that's right, he had been cold. And maybe he had to use the lavatory. He did drink tea and had some thrown at him so maybe it had been that. Harry chuckled to himself. He had been infatuated with Cho Chang, but never really pursued anyone else. In fact he didn't have a particular opinion on gender. Love was love and that's all that really matters, he supposed. With that thought Harry fell into a deep sleep and had nothing but blissful dreams.

Severus was lonely now that Simon had gone but the man was foolish if he thought Severus couldn't find him. He gathered Simon's belongings and had placed them into a bag. Severus had a job to do tonight. He would head back to Hogwarts and talk to Dumbledore. He had told Dumbledore everything about the meeting with the dark lord and they had planned that night would be the night for the rescue.

He thought about Harry for a moment. He felt sick, just thinking about the boy and how old he would be now. He couldn't help but feel guilty about the last words he had said to the boy. He couldn't get the image of that wrangled body out of his head. Blood had been everywhere. He remembered those bright green, emerald eyes. They bore into Severus' soul as Harry had one foot over the edge. Severus grabbed his robes and bags and started for the door. It wouldn't do to keep bringing up pain of the past.

Moments later, he had apparated to the outskirts of the school. He had to walk the rest of the way. After a decent walk, he arrived to the large doors of the castle. He headed straight to the headmaster's office in hopes that Albus was still awake. As he arrived to the headmaster's door, he came to find that it was already open with the headmaster standing there with a gleam in his eyes.

"Ah, Severus, I'm glad you were able to come back to me so quickly although I wish you had told me you had plans elsewhere yesterday. I would have understood, but I suppose even the lonesome potions master needs time alone with his person of interest."

Severus' mouth fell agape while the headmaster stood at the door with a sparkle in his eye.

"How…when…how…?"

Dumbledore let out a chuckle.

"My dear boy, you left the grounds in a terrible mood, and came back with a smile I'd never see on your face before. You don't honestly believe I wouldn't notice did you?"

Severus looked abashed and looked away.

"It's nothing really, just met a new friend. And nothing happened, I just spilled my tea on him. Idiot was in my way. I was smiling at his expense of course, hard not to laugh at an idiot in pain. Anyway, I'm here under more important circumstances. We discussed the list I had before. He wants me to kill the Grangers and the Dursley's. I need to know what you'll have me do. Did you even inform them that Potter was dead?"

Dumbledore's face became grave.

"Severus, the Granger's have seen their daughter produce magic before so they will understand, the Dursley's will be more complicated to deal with but be prepared to use magic to bring them against their will…And no, they don't know…"

Severus became concerned about how he would go about this. He decided to wait till morning before picking up the Grangers first. After a bit more tea, Severus got up and left the room and headed to the dungeons. Tonight he wouldn't enjoy his sleep. He would be too stressed about the upcoming day. It would not be easy to grab the two families.

Severus got to his rooms and got undressed. Wearing only his maroon boxers, he crawled into bed under silken sheets. He stared lazily up at the ceiling and as he started to finally doze off, a single face faded into his mind. The last thing he imagined was Simon's face.