Chapter 14
Harry woke up as the morning light was trying to make its way into the gloomy dungeon. He rolled over and looked at Snape. Last night had been great, but somehow he didn't think he should make it an on going thing. He crept out of bed and got dressed. He was just scrounging around for his wand when he heard a silky voice behind him.
"Potter, what are you doing out of bed?" Snape enquired sleepily.
"I'm going back to my common room, sir." Harry replied.
"Oh, now, can't you stay with me?" Snape pouted.
Harry sighed. Listen, Professor, last night, it was amazing. But I think it should be a one off circumstance."
Snape looked as though someone had hit him. "Why!"
"Think about it. For a start, you're a teacher. This would ruin your career, if anyone found out. And they would. And besides, I need time to figure some stuff out. and I'd prefer to be single whilst I do my whole personal discovery thing. It's easier that way. Sorry sir."
Now it was Snape's turn to sigh. "No, don't be sorry. I sort of knew this kind of thing would happen to me. It's just the way my love life goes. But that's ok, because I think I need to do some personal evaluation of my wants and needs as well. But thank you for last night. You'd better go now. Bye, Harry my dear."
"Bye." Harry murmured, before sprinting off to the common room. When he got to the picture of the Fat Lady, he found Ron about to leave, with Hermione. He cleared his throat.
"Hazza! I didn't know you were uh…here. How are you? Good? That's great. Well, Hermione and I…I mean, Hermione is going somewhere, and I'm also going somewhere. Fancy that. Well, bye!" Ron turned around and was about to run off.
"Wait a second!" Harry roared, and grabbed Ron.
"Ah, what's up?" Ron muttered.
"WHY have you and Hermione been going off together and why have you been acting so weird about it?" Harry demanded.
"Uh, well…you see, Harry, Ron and I, well, we've been, you know…" Hermione babbled.
"We've been going out, Hazza. And the reason we've been sneaking around? Well, we thought you'd be upset. And, you know, we need our privacy and all." Ron stated.
Harry was relieved. "You idiots! I don't care that you're going out, I was just getting annoyed because you weren't telling me what you guys were up to, and also because I could never find you and you haven't been hanging out with me."
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry! You're right, we've been totally ignoring you!" cried Hermione.
"Yeah, sorry about that, mate. We'll stop excluding you so much, alright? Oh, and, by the way, where were you last night?" Ron asked.
Harry thought about his answer. He probably shouldn't tell them that he and Snape had been…involved. "Oh, I went to that BAGOH meeting and got really drunk, and I sort of passed out somewhere."
"COOL!" Ron was impressed.
"Yep. Well, I'll wait for you guys to get back, then we'll go down to breakfast, ok?" Harry said, and climbed into the common room.
Harry sighed. It was good to have re organised his life. Though he had always wanted know: why had Draco always made him hold a broom and tousle his hair when they were…intimate? Oh well, he probably wasn't going to find out now. But he didn't care. He was…what was it? Happy, yes, that was it. He was actually happy within himself.
