Seeing a light on, in Snape's office, he walked in. His teacher's face was hidden in his arms on top of his desk. His student walked over to him, putting a hand on his back, "Got you some vanilla ice cream sir," Harry put the bowl next to him.
"Don't need it," he said.
"Come on sir, everyone wants ice cream when feeling down, unless you rather that I eat it?" His teacher shrugged. Harry sighed, kneeling beside his chair, "Don't listen to them sir, in my opinion, they need to get their eyes checked," he stroked his back, wanting to thank him for getting him out of that bookstore, knowing this is not the right time for it though, "as a 12-year-old, it might not have enough meaning, but I think you are good looking professor." Snape side glanced at his student from his arm, "And if people cannot see that, then screw them," he realized what he said just now, "sorry for cussing sir."
"What did you say?" Snape looks up, thought he heard wrong.
"Sorry for cussing?" his teacher shook his head, "Are you wanting me to repeat that word again?" He nodded back. "You are good looking sir."
Snape gaped at that. "That ice cream is going to melt professor." His teacher decided to grab it. Harry smiled at that, getting up as he patted his back, "I am ok tonight, by going upstairs, if you want to be by yourself?"
His student watches as Snape takes a bite, "I don't mind you staying Potter."
Harry was shocked by that, giving him a smile.
Back in the chamber, Harry poured his teacher some wine, while he drank some fresh brewed tea, that he had permission to make on Snape's stove. He sat on the sofa next to him, sipping the tea, licking the honey. Snape looked over at his student, 'He thinks I am good looking?' that was the first time anyone, has ever said that to this him. Harry noticed him starring, 'Is he thinking about my mother again?' thinking his teacher is looking at Harry's eyes. He put the cup down, "Sir, how about we start tonight?" Snape raised an eyebrow, "about forgetting my mom?"
Snape drank the rest of his glass, setting it down on his coffee table, "Saying that out of the blue, are you?"
"No, I saw you looking at my eyes again, which means you must be thinking about her?"
Snape looked over at the coffee table, "I wasn't thinking of her Potter, I was thinking about what you said."
Harry gaped, "About the compliment I gave you?" his teacher nodded slowly, "was it that important to you?"
"You have no idea, the truth is...you are the first person who said that," he closed his eyes, keeping his happy tears at bay.
During the evening, they ordered dinner in the chambers this time, talking about what the situation with Dobby and the school. His teacher told him that Dobby is a house elf that works for one of the Dark Lord's followers. And an elf never lies, so when they say something is going to happen, then it means bad news for the school.
"What do you think the plot is sir?" Harry wondered, having no clue what is going on. His teacher didn't know either, since he has been staying in the castle during the summer break. Prefer being here rather his own father's mansion.
That night, the futon was brought out again, Harry laid inside the comfortable blanket, his teacher offered him while being down here. Today was his Birthday, but he didn't care, celebrating that quietly, singing to himself Happy Birthday. He looked over at Snape's bedroom door, it was slightly open. Harry sat up, 'I must see his sleeping face.' It was dark in there as he made his way towards the bedroom, moonlight creeped between the curtains, shining directly on his professor's face. Harry silently went inside, hoping the floor doesn't creak. Luckily, they were made of concrete and stones. 'Such a cold place,' his student thought, feeling bad for this teacher. Living in a cold place such as this. He looked at Snape's sleeping face, his covers slightly off, 'He is going to get a cold.' Carefully rearranging the sheets made from silk, feeling how soft they were under his fingertips. Putting them over Snape's form. His teacher moved around; Harry gaped, quickly ducking before his professor noticed him here. His student crouched down, staying hidden.
