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A/N: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, but RL got in the way. Grr… Anyway, this is the last chapter of this fic, so I hope you all enjoy. But, before we get to the last chapter, I wanted to thank all my awesome reviewers:
Magdelena1: Yes, Dobby is so cute when he is working to help Harry.
Sevfan: Here is the much anticipated conclusion.
Ruth: Yes, Harry is clever, contrary to Sev's beliefs. ;)
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And now, on with the story…

Chapter 7

When Snape had told Harry what had been in the package he received, Harry suddenly knew who must be responsible for placing it there and rushed back to his dormitory to mull things over. The only person, or should that be creature, who had such interesting tastes in socks was Dobby the house-elf. Harry would never forget the Christmas Dobby gave him his hand-knitted socks, which looked amazingly like the ones Snape had found in his chambers. The only question left was why Dobby would give Snape a gift and make it appear as if it was from Harry? The young wizard pondered this question for a few moments before realization dawned on him. No, it couldn't be…could it? Could Dobby be setting him up with Snape? There was only one way to find out.

"Dobby," Harry called out into the deserted Common Room.

"Yes, Mister Harry Potter?" Dobby said, appearing in the middle of the room.

"I…er…wanted to ask you something," Harry stumbled over the words, not knowing quite how to word his question.

"Anything, Harry Potter, Sir. Ask Dobby anything at all," the house-elf replied, eyes shinning with the thought of helping his favorite wizard.

"Well, I was wondering if you had anything to do with the package of socks Professor Snape received last night."

"Yes, Sir, I is putting them there as a gift for the professor from you," Dobby stated.

Surprised that Dobby had given such a clear response, Harry continued, "Erm…why did you give Snape a gift from me?"

"Because Professor Snape and you are perfect for each other, and Dobby is getting you two stubborn wizards to realize that," Dobby replied. "In fact, Harry Potter, Sir, you are to be meeting Professor Snape in ten minutes."

Harry was about to protest, but Dobby looked so determined, standing with his arms crossed over his chest, that Harry nodded and asked, "Where am I supposed to meet him?"

A brilliant smile broke across the house-elf's face as he replied, "In the Room of Requirement, Sir. Now get going so you don't keep your true love waiting."

As Dobby shooed him out the door, Harry pondered Dobby's words. Was Snape really his true love? Sure, he respected the older wizard, and there was no arguing that he was quite sexy, but did he love him? A twinge in his heart was all the answer Harry needed as he quickened his pace. He needed to talk to the man who had captured his heart.

Once Potter had left his classroom, Severus turned to face his desk and found a piece of parchment lying on it. It appeared to be a letter, which was addressed to him. Curious, Severus picked up the letter and began to read:

Professor Snape-

If you would like to know the truth about who placed the package in your chambers last night, come to the Room of Requirement at 7 o'clock this evening.

There was no signature and Severus didn't recognize the handwriting. Checking the time, Severus found that he had around fifteen minutes before he was to go to the Room of Requirement. Curiosity outweighing his suspicion that the letter might be a prank, Severus quickly made his way out of the dungeon. When he arrived at the Room of Requirement, he found that no one else was there. Consulting a clock on the wall, Severus found that he was a few minutes early and settled down to wait for the informant.

Not five minutes had passed when the door to the room burst open, revealing a flushed Harry Potter. The younger wizard had a determined look in his eye and a smirk on his face, which caused shivers to go down Severus' back. This was it – Severus had to face the young man once and for all, though he could already feel his resolve crumbling.

Harry rushed through the halls, his only thought being to tell Severus his true feelings and figure out their situation once and for all. When he arrived at the Room of Requirement, Harry burst through the door to find Severus already there, eyes wide with shock. Harry smirked, then quickly closed the door and crossed the room to stand in front of Severus.

Gathering all of his Gryffindor courage, Harry spoke, "I know you don't want to be near me anymore, but just let me say this and then I'll stay out of your life – if that's what you want. The choice is yours, but at least hear me out first. I don't care what you've done in the past, as a Death Eater or a spy. There are things in my past that I would rather forget as well, so we're on an even footing in that regard. I also don't care what danger you're in because of being a spy. I'm the 'Boy-Who-Lived,' so I don't think being involved with you will put me in any more danger, seeing as Voldemort already wants me dead. If you are willing to accept the danger being involved with me will put you in, I'd really like to give a relationship with you a shot. I love you, Severus."

Severus was shocked. Harry loved him? He had been ready to tell the younger wizard to forget about him and find someone better suited to him, but this changed everything. Not even in his wildest dreams had Severus believed that anyone could love him, let alone Harry. Now that Harry's feelings were out in the open, Severus could no longer deny what had begun stirring in his heart. Finally breaking out of his thoughts, Severus took Harry into his arms and said, "I love you too, Harry."

Harry moved back so that he was able to look into Severus' eyes, beaming with pleasure. "Do you really mean that, Severus?"

"Oh course I do, you foolish boy," Severus replied, the sparkle in his eyes belaying his harsh tone. "But I still don't understand exactly what happened. Would you be so kind as to explain the sudden burst of understanding you had in my classroom earlier?"

"Oh, that's easy enough to explain," Harry began, "it was all Dobby the house-elf's idea. He saw me sitting by the lake alone because Ron and Hermione were off somewhere together and he wanted to find me someone to love as well. He decided that we would be perfect together if only we got to know each other better."

"We were set up by a house-elf!?" Severus asked incredulously.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, we were. Dobby was one of the few who could see how well we fit together. We are amazingly like a pair of Dobby's socks." At Severus' raised eyebrow, Harry continued, "It makes sense once you think about it. At first glance, we seem completely wrong for each other, but somehow it fits and we work well together. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm glad Dobby interfered in my life once again."

"So am I," Severus replied as he took his young lover into his arms and gave him a sweet, yet passionate kiss, "So am I."

Finis