A/N: Well, here's another chapter.  I should be doing other things than writing fan fic right now, but oh well I'll get over it and stop procrastinating on other things for a little bit.  I must thank all of those whom reviewed, and am very happy to hear that you are enjoying the story.  There's still more chapters to come and this is again a shorter chapter.  I don't know what's gotten into me over the years.  I used to write rather long chapters to fics, and more recently I've been writing shorter chapters….strange.

Randomness of the Moraco:  Procrastination is a bad thing that may provide fun for a while, but you have to work your bum off in the end.  Generally you get over the working your bum off in the end.  That is if you've learned the very art that is procrastination like I  and so many others in the world have.

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The Young And The Hopeless

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Chapter 7
Convincing Acceptance

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            'Why is Harry Potter upset at this time of season?' Dobby squeaked.

            Harry smiled at Dobby.  'I'm not upset.  Why would I be?'

            'Because Mr. Harry Potter, sir, you never comes down here to the kitchens to sit and eat meals unless he is upset,' Dobby said as he placed a plate of French toast in front of Harry.

            'What?  I can't come down here to see my favourite house elf while I eat breakfast without being upset?'

            Dobby laughed.  "Dobby is happy to be a favourite, but Dobby is sure Mr. Harry Potter is not that fond of him.'

            'Nonsense,' Harry said.  Though thinking to the back of his mind Dobby was right.

            'You know he's right,' said a voice from the portrait entrance to the kitchens.

            Dobby squeaked.  'Dobby was not aware Mr. Edwards knew of how to get into the kitchens.'

            Harry stood quickly.  'Simon… Did you want something?'

            'I just need to talk to you,' he told Harry.  He looked around for a short moment.  'Preferably somewhere that's not in the kitchens.'

            Harry nodded and followed Sev to leave the kitchens.  'Thank you for the breakfast Dobby.'

            Harry followed Sev into an unused classroom.  He asked apprehensively, 'So, what did you need to talk to me about?'

            Sev sat on a table facing away from Harry.  'About how much of a fool I am and have been.'

            'Is this some kind of apology?'

            'Of course not!  Severus Snape never apologizes to anyone.'  He turns around to face Harry, still sitting on the table.  'I'm in love with you Harry.  I'd be stupid to deny myself of what time I still have left to spend with you.  But you do still have to realize that I will have to leave.'

            Harry looked down at his feet.  He'd hoped this wouldn't be a conversation about having to let Sev go.

            Sev stood from the table and walked up to Harry.  He put his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders, lowered his face to meet Harry's and kissed him bringing Harry's head out of the sulky nod it had been in.  After a minute of sensual tongue battle, Sev broke the kiss.  'You didn't let me finish.'

            Harry looked into Sev's eyes with astounding curiosity of what he would have to say that would be a  'finish' this subject.

            'Harry, I'm in love with you.  I'm in love with you now, I'll still be in love with you when I go back to the past, and I will still love you to this day,' Sev professed. 

            'Are you meaning to tell me, Professor Snape, my nasty bastard of a potions professor for the last seven years is in love with me?'

            'We are one in the same, and yes.  I do wish you wouldn't abash him that way though.  He's been acting that way with good reason, you must understand that,' Sev told him.

            'It's a bit strange.'

            'Why?  Do you not think me coming from twenty-three years in the past is the least bit normal?'

            'Of course not.  It's just I've fallen in love with you, not him,' Harry said.

            Sev chuckled. 'He is me.  So in essence you've fallen in love with him as well.'

            'He's still different from you.'

            'Think about it this way.' Sev kisses Harry.  'I go back, I have to see your father who you're nearly the splitting image of for the rest of the school year, and probably various times after.' He kisses Harry again.  'I have to wait about seventeen years before seeing you again at all.' Another kiss is bestowed upon Harry's lips. 'But I can't do anything.  I can tell you how I feel.  I can't profess my love for you.  You're eleven and you could never understand or comprehend that a past version of me will come to your seventh year future and that the two of you will fall in love.' Yet another kiss.  ' I'll have to wait for six years for this me to come to the future, for you to fall in love with.  To make you understand that I love you in this form and in my present day form.  And then I'll just have to sit back and wait, and only hope that when the past me goes back that maybe you'll feel the same for the present me.'  Sev steps back from Harry with a slightly saddening look on his face.

            'I understand, but I still see you as two different people.'

            'He's still me.  Just a bit older, more experienced, more knowledgeable.  The only difference is that he's been through things I haven't yet.  They've merely changed his outlook on things in life.  The times I've talked to him, it's like I'm talking to a mirror that could tell me my future to an extent.'

            'Can I decide what I think of him when you've gone back to your time?'  Harry hugged Sev.  'I'm in love with you, and I'd like to spend as much time as possible with you.'

            'Can you at least promise me you'll think about it while I'm still here?  I am  going to be in love with you for a very long time.  I'd hate to be so close and then after all  the years pass be rejected with no idea it's coming,' Sev explained.

            'I'll consider it.  I can't promise I'll accept him as being the same as you, but I'll try.'

            'You will.  I don't think he'd still be as in love with you as he is if you had told him when he was me that you wouldn't be able to accept him at all.'

            'What you just said is completely confusing,' Harry admitted.

            'Everything for me right now is completely confusing,' Sev said right before kissing Harry.

            They both broke the kiss once out of breath.  'Shall we go back to Gryffindor tower?' Harry asked.

            'Have an afternoon "nap" in mind?'

            'You've got me all worked out haven't you?'

            'What kind of man would I be not knowing the inner workings of the mind of my beloved.' Sev smiled deviously.

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A/N:  Once again sorry this is a shorter chapter.  I really should have been working on things for a class instead of writing this, because the last day of class that I can turn stuff in is this week.  Plus it's exam week, but I'm pretty well set and will pass my exams with ease.  One of them I can even bomb and still pass the class. Feel free to drop reviews.  I really do enjoy reading what others think.  I've finally come to a point where I've stopped abashing my own work, and reviews have really helped with me having more confidence in my work.