Harry ran his fingers through his hair sheepishly, "Um, so I guess I should show you your room then."

Severus nodded, "That would be suitable."

"Right. Okay. Um, you can redecorate however you want too. I still haven't gotten around to it so it's still rather dusty. It's Regulus' old room," Harry stood up and motioned Severus to follow him up the stairs.

Harry could feel the presence of the potion master behind him as they ascended the stairs. It was like being in a muggle ghost movie, only Harry sort of wished this ghost would grab him from behind. Shaking his head to be rid of the thought, he continued to climb the steps. "I've cleared out most of his things already. I was hoping that you might move in so the only things in there are the bed and dressers. You can transfigure them if you want. I haven't been able to break the spells on the closet though. I'm not sure what he had in there but I would advise you to be careful if you manage to get it open."

Harry pushed the door to Regulus' old room open and they both stepped inside. The room was a little dusty, the walls were a dark green and the bed was stripped of any linens. Severus noticed his things in the corner of the room. As he had already shrunk most of his belongings only his bottomless bag and a box of clothing.

"This will work. Thank you," Severus nodded and walked over to the bed to sit down. Harry smiled and stood there awkwardly wondering what to do now. He could kill Voldemort but when it came to Severus he had no clue what to do.

Severus looked over at the boy standing near the entrance. His mental blocks had dropped and Severus could hear all the misplaced thoughts floating around in his head. What do I say….Tea...Mum….Dad….Sirius….Kreacher….Ron and Hermione still don't…horror movies…Severus….

"Please, for the love of Merlin stop thinking so hard," Severus sighed.

Harry opened his mouth, "I uh…"

"You can say what you want to Harry. I'd much rather you do that than me having to sit here deciphering your scrambled thoughts," Severus motioned for him to sit on the bed beside him. He wasn't sure what Harry was so flustered about but he could garner a guess.

Harry contemplated taking the offered seat then shook his head, "Sorry. I'll just leave you to unpack…"

He fled the room at surprising speed and Severus was left to wonder just what it was he was supposed to do for the boy. "James I swear if this was another one of your pranks from beyond the grave I will personally find a way to bring you back to life and send you back myself."

Severus woke up at seven the following morning and walked lazily towards the shower he remembered was just down the hall. It was his first day working at the tattoo parlor with Lily and he didn't want to show up with his usually potions-greased hair.

With a yawn he began to take his sleeping clothes off and place them on the vanity sink. He didn't have any toiletries with him so he placed his wand on the edge of the tub so he could spell himself some soap.

Still groggy, (as he hadn't woken up this early since the war ended) he got into the shower and closed the curtains. Unfortunately in his tiredness he didn't hear the door open, and in Harry's tiredness he didn't see Severus' clothes on the sink. A second after the potions master turned the water on a sleepy, very naked, Harry Potter pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside.

Severus froze, instantly awake now and looked at the boy mere inches from him, "POTTER! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?"

Harry looked at him and stumbled backwards into the curtain, causing the rod to detach from the walls. As soon as Harry realised he was falling he did the only rational thing anyone in his situation would do; he tried not to fall. Of course the only way he could think of doing this was to hook his feet around Severus' bare legs, having entirely the opposite effect he had intended.

Harry let out a yelp as his back hit the floor and Severus fell between his legs, "Oh god…" Harry heard Severus groan as he shifted to lean up on his arms to look at the boy beneath him.

"What on earth Potter! Do you normally walk into occupied showers?" Severus glared but didn't get up.

Harry was a little too aware of the fact that he and his old professor were lying in a very suggestive position with only a small bit of shower curtain keeping their pricks from touching full on. His face lit up a bright red, "No... I just forgot you were here… I normally shower at this time before I go to work."

Severus scowled and shook his head, "You're absolutely hopeless." With that said he pushed himself off of Harry and turned off the water. "I don't have time for this. I'll see you later."

Severus gathered his clothes from the sink and walked out of the bathroom without so much as covering himself with a towel. Harry sat there breathing hard. Oh god, did that really just happen? With a speed unknown to many he grabbed a towel from the rack and ran to his room.

He quickly locked the door to his room and threw a silencing charm at it for good measure before flopping down on his bed and screaming, "FUCK!"

Severus stepped inside The Witch's Tit, with a sort of ironic chuckle. A little bell to signal his arrival chimed lowly and he could see a mop of blue hair making its way around a corner in the back, "How can I help you... Oh! Severus! Good, you made it." Lily smiled brightly and walked the rest of the way to him.

"Here, let me show you to your desk," Lily took his hand and led him to a black table with a pentagram carved on the top and a phone and a large stack of papers on the corner of it. "It's not much, but you won't really need anything else."

Severus nodded, "So I am to schedule appointments?"

"Yeah, and take down names on drop-in Tuesdays. Oh, and if someone calls for info you give it to them. Basically you're the go-to man," Lily smiled and opened a drawer of the filing cabinet behind him. "This has all the paperwork and everyone's schedule as far as appointments go. I have a handbook about the Tit's services in the back. Read up on it and I'm sure you'll master the job by the end of the week."

Severus nodded and Lily placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving for the back.

Harry smiled emptily as he handed the customer his things before closing the till and wishing him a good day. As soon as he was out of earshot he sighed and slunk into the storeroom.

"George I'm going to take my lunch now," Harry called out as he slugged the purple apron off over his head.

"Sure thing mate," George said from the ceiling. A particularly nasty accident involving a pygmy puff and two puking pasties has left the roof a rather horrid colour that the last remaining Weasley twin was now attempting scrub off the muggle way when magic failed to produce results.

Harry laughed as the redhead bumped his elbow on the wall and cursed his funny-bone. Harry had been working with George and a couple of hired employees in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes (WWW) for the past couple of months now. Sure he had plenty of job offers from the ministry asking him to start auror training and multiple offers from several quidditch teams to join their ranks, but he just didn't what to do either of those. He had spent a life time fighting dark wizards, and after a year of travelling over Britain, he wasn't too keen on doing it again with a quidditch team. So instead he decided to help George run his shop; people needed a laugh after the war as much as they needed it during the war.

Harry walked through the shop and waved to some of the other worker's before stepping out into Diagon Alley and heading for the Leaky Cauldron. With a sigh he sat down at the bar and ordered a butterbeer and plate of chips. This morning had been awkward to say the least. After fleeing to his room Harry had the misfortune of discovering his prick was a little more excited by the encounter than it should have been.

Harry groaned at the thought and took a large swig of his drink when it arrived. "Rough day?"

Harry looked to his left and saw Luna staring at him dreamily, "You could say that."

Luna smiled, "Want to talk about it?"

Harry flushed, "Not really."

Luna nodded and turned around in her barstool to speak to the landlord Tom, "I'll have a Dragon Scotch please."

Tom nodded and pulled a bottle and glass from the shelf and poured the blonde girl a small portion of blue liquid. Harry raised his eyebrow. Luna didn't normally drink something as hard as Dragon Scotch.

She smiled at him as she took a sip, "Rough day for me too."

Harry nodded, "What to talk about it?"

She laughed, "Not really."

Harry smiled and took another sip of his butterbeer, "Severus moved into my house last night."

Luna nodded, "He owled me last night."

"Yeah," Harry popped a chip into his mouth and placed it in between him and Luna. She took one and smiled.

"Rolf has been acting strange lately. I think he's avoiding me," Luna sighed and munched on another chip.

Harry nodded, "Maybe he's got the flu?" Harry in all honesty had no clue what to say to Luna about her boyfriend.

Luna chuckled, "Thanks Harry, you always know what to say." She patted him on the back and downed the rest of her drink.

Harry sighed, "Sorry. I never have been good with words. I think that's why Ginny left me."

Luna frowned, "Well maybe you should talk to Severus. I'm sure he'd be good practice. After all, if you can talk to that man you can talk to anyone!"

Harry laughed, "Not after this morning..."

"What happened this morning?" Luna cocked her head to the side.

"Nothing… doesn't matter," He shrugged and took another swig of butterbeer.

"Hmmm…. Harry would you go on a date with me?"