Disclaimer: How many times must we go through this? Oh right, well then (huffs)… I don't own them. There, I said it. Satisfied?... What do you mean yes? Why you little (shakes fist).

Author's Note: You like me. You really like me. I'm so proud. I'd like to thank…

Okay I'm over that little episode, and I apologise for it. Thank you to all the people who reviewed and said they liked this story. Anywho…

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Harry looked at Snape nervously. "Er… What now?" he asked meekly.

Snape just glared at him for a while until Harry started fidgeting. "Just leave your cases over there for the moment," Snape pointed to a corner of the room.

Harry nodded and moved his things. He stood by his cases, not knowing what to do while Snape stood where he was, his hands fidgeting with his book, and tried to think of something… anything so scold Harry for.

"Stop standing around would you," Snape snapped, causing Harry to jump, "and I don't know… sit down or something."

Harry looked at him oddly. "O-kay then." He sat on the nearest chair to him.

Snape was still fidgeting with the book. He bit his lower lip trying to think of something. "Okay, Potter. Dinner should be soon. The bathroom's just there if you want o change or something. I'll be right back." He walked through the last door, obviously the bedroom, since a bed was visible before the door closed.

While he was gone, Harry looked around. there were three doors. One was the bathroom that Snape had pointed to. One was Snape's bedroom. The last one was the door he had come in.

"Hmm," hw muttered. Not what he would have expected. Harry had somehow expected it to be… bigger. He had imagined it to have a huge sitting room, loads of space, hallways, huge bookcases, a giant bathroom. Not like the small one he just walked into.

Then again he had expected Snape's to be dark, damp, green and down in the dungeons. Instead it was a well lit, third floor… cosy room.

'Cosy?' he thought to himself. 'Well it is. Who'd have thought it? Snape with a cosy room.'

"Ahem."

Harry jumped again.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Just looking around," Harry smiled back. He looked at Snape who was wearing his heavy teaching robes.

"Let's go."

Harry followed a few steps behind Snape the whole way to the Great Hall. When they got there Harry heard Professor Sprout before he had even made it through the doors.

"Severus. Why on earth are you wearing those robes on a day like this," she demanded.

Snape stepped aside so Harry was in view of the Herbology professor.

"I see. Hello there Harry."

"Hello professor."

"Well now that we're all here, let's eat," Dumbledore smiled.

The four sat at the one small table in the middle of the hall and started to eat.

"… so Minerva said she might come along later to see you. Said something about wanting to talk to you," Sprout was saying.

"Ah yes. I hope I catch her before I leave tomorrow."

"I'm sure you will. She said she'd be along early in the morning if she can."

Half way through dinner Harry, who was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, was wiping the sweat off his forehead. Bored with the two oldest professors conversation, he looked at Snape. He looked as if he was going to faint. He was rocking in his chair with his eyes half closed.

"So Severus," Dumbledore started. "Have you and Harry sorted out the sleeping arrangements yet?"

"No. Howev-"

The Headmaster cut Snape off. "Don't worry. It will be all sorted out before you get back there. And I don't want it changed!"

"I don't think-" Snape started again.

Dumbledore looked over his glasses pointedly.

"That there is anything wrong with that," Snape finished. "Now if you will excuse me." He got up to leave.

"Don't forget Harry."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Come along, Potter."

"Yes Sir." Harry started trotting along beside him. He was wondering what these sleeping arrangements were that Dumbledore was talking about. Oh well, he was going to find out soon enough.

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