The Fire Within Chapter 21 Harry POV
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Harry ran and ran, unable to comprehend why he went to Severus after class. It was not a smart move. His heart pounded in his ears at the look he remembered on Severus's face. A look of confusion and maybe a little bit of hurt. Harry couldn't blame him. He had no right to try and talk to Severus as more than a student. But it was so hard not to be close to him. It was what had to be done though. Harry was the one who said it had to be this way. It was hard to remember his reasoning at the moment. All he wanted to do was go back to Severus, instead he ran until he caught up to Hermione and Ron, who were surprised to see him.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked, arms crossed over her chest. She knew. And was not pleased if the tapping of her foot indicated anything. Ron seemed mad too. "You stayed behind to talk to Snape." It wasn't a question. Harry nodded, feeling like a reprimanded child. Whenever Hermione and Ron had kids she'd make a wonderful mother especially her ability to make someone feel guilty. Hermione shook her head, Ron taking over where she left off. They already made a great team to gang up on someone.
"Harry, I may not be Snape's biggest fan, but you have got to make up your mind. It looks like you're playing with him or something." Ron held up his hand to stop Harry from defending himself. "I know you're not, but you've got to do something to get your mind off him. Hang out with someone you haven't for a while, fly, do homework, it doesn't matter what it is, but do something. Hermione and I are here if you need us. It's clear you and Snape need some time to think all this through and it's not going to happen with you showing up on his door step when you made it clear that you wanted a relationship or nothing at all. Now let's go to class because we're about to be late." Ron stomped off down the hall leaving Hermione and Harry stunned. What just happened? Harry got told off by Ron for leading Severus on? I never thought I'd see the day when Ron defended Severus. Needless to say it was a surreal experience and eye opening. Hermione was surprised too. She knew Ron like the back of her hand from what Harry knew there wasn't much Ron could do to surprise her. She seemed pleased with the way Ron handled Harry, running after him and holding his hand the rest of the way to class. Harry felt a small ball of envy curl in his stomach. He didn't want to feel that way about his best friends. That was what he wanted with Severus. Even if they somehow had a relationship it wasn't like Severus could hold his hand to class. It would have to be kept secret until Harry graduated. Harry rubbed his temples as he followed his friends. Too much to think about.
Harry went through the motions of the day, not really paying attention to anything. His mind was blessedly blank for the most part. No thoughts of Severus invaded his mind. That was what he needed. Some time away from his thoughts. Maybe following Ron's advice wouldn't be so bad. He really hadn't flown much this year and there were quite a few of his friends he hadn't really spent time with. He'd do something about that later, now he needed to do some studying. Harry pulled up a chair next to Ron as Hermione was instructing that he still needed to work a little harder, but he was improving a great deal. Harry silently listened to the banter between Ron and Hermione and how easy it was for them now. It wasn't in the beginning there were so many misunderstandings, no one communicating their feelings. It took them years to get together. Now that they were they were so happy.
"Ronald I told you to write the paragraph over not draw a dirty picture," Hermione shrieked, gaining the attention of the whole common room. Her face was red as she continued staring at the picture titling it this way and that way. "What in the world are they doing?" It was Ron's turn to color. His skin was almost the same shade of red as his hair. Laughter welled up inside Harry bursting forth in a loud snort. Hermione and Ron stopped bickering for a moment, staring at him with looks of wonder.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, it's just nice to hear you laugh. Now can you tell what's happening in this picture?" Hermione was about to hand Harry the parchment when Ron snatched it from her hand, balled it up and tossed it in the fire.
"Ron!"
"Hermione! It was moving and no one else needs to see it." Ron was still red as he began another draft.
"But I wanted to know what they were doing." Ron stared at her. "I mean I knew what they were doing, but I didn't—Oh never mind. Let's get to work."
"How come I couldn't see it?" Harry asked, as he cracked open his book for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Because it was meant for no ones eyes especially Hermione's. Now can we stop talking about the dirty picture."
"What are you guys talking about?" Neville asked, from behind Harry.
Ron turned crimson, Hermione coughed in her hand and Harry grinned sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, nothing. Ron drew something and threw it away."
Neville's curiosity seemed piqued, but kept any more questions to himself. He was always polite that way. That got Harry thinking, maybe he could hang out with Neville. He was having some trouble with Herbology and Neville was amazing with all the plants. It never hurt to learn something new.
Before Harry could ask if Neville wanted to study together or do something he was gone. Harry shrugged, he'd try again tomorrow or he might actually take his broom out. Shake off everything that had been happening and be free for just a little. The night wore on and Harry hung out with Hermione and Ron. Hermione kept trying to figure out what Ron had drawn, the red-head wasn't talking.
The night turned in to bright morning bringing with it another Potions class. Harry did his best to focus on the task at hand. He managed not to concentrate on Severus which was a surprise. An explosion at the back of the class caught everyone's attention. Neville's face was black as the smoke cleared. Severus fumed at him, giving Neville a piece of his mind. Neville looked mildly scared, but nothing like how he used to get when they were younger. As the class cleared up, Harry blended in with the crowd as he dropped off his potion, not wanting to be noticed by Severus. It was time to take his mind off everything and he would do just that.
Harry caught up to a gloomy Neville. "Hey Neville do you want to go flying with me today?"
Neville turned wide eyes on Harry. "Me?" he squeaked.
Harry nodded, suppressing a smile. "Yeah, it'll be fun."
"I don't know. I'm not a very good flyer."
"I'll teach you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Neville took a moment to decide. "Okay, but I can't promise I won't fall off."
"I'll watch out for you." Harry turned to find Severus looking at him like he was a traitor. He scowled at Harry as he slammed his door. Harry cleared his throat as pain erupted through his heart. "We can give it a go before dinner. Meet me at the Quidditch Pitch."
"I'll see you then." Neville took off to his next class and Harry stood looking at the closed door. For some reason it felt like Severus was saying his door was closed for good and that made Harry's heart ache. He shook off the feeling, he needed to try and move on and just have some fun with his friends before he graduated. He planned to do just that.