Chapter Nine:
Apologies
Harry stood stock still as Snape glowered at him, and after a few moments past, Snape raised a single eyebrow.
"What is it, Potter?" Snape uttered, clearly annoyed. Harry swallowed, trying to wet his parched throat.
"Thank you, sir," said Harry meekly, "For saving me." Snape continued to glower down at Harry, and Harry felt a twinge of arousal; the very same twinge that he had felt as he recalled his encounter with Draco. Harry gulped thickly against a growing pain in his chest, and starred wide-eyed at Snape for several more moments.
"Is that all," Snape said suddenly, "Or is there something else you'd like to tell me, Potter?" Harry couldn't help but think that there truly was something more he wanted to say. It seemed by the way Snape said it, that Harry was forgetting to mention something. Harry furrowed his brow in thought, and Snape waited impatiently, still glaring down at Harry.
Then Harry thought of it. The cutting; Snape must want an apology about the cutting.
"And I'm sorry, sir," Harry said quickly, trying to make up for his slow train of thought. Snape raised an eyebrow again. "I'm sorry that I cut myself," Harry clarified, and Snape heaved a heavy sigh through his nose.
"I think we have a few things to discuss, Mr. Potter," said Snape in a tone Harry had never heard Snape use before. It was a sad tone. Sad and understanding and sympathetic, and all of these emotions were aimed at Harry. It was almost unbelievable. There was much more to Snape then met the eye.