This chapter is short and sweet, well not so sweet but... just read the damn thing... (and review it too).
Harry sat there pondering and staring into the depths of his hot chocolate as if it would tell him what was going on.
Harry had hidden Snape's wand so even if Snape did get cold feet he couldn't run. He wouldn't get anywhere with out his wand.
But the man was still as puzzling as the Hogwarts staircases, possibly more so, but the main difference between Snape and the staircases was the stairs didn't go around killing people and then claim they didn't do it.
Harry then reminded himself that Snape hadn't said he didn't do it, only that he wasn't an ass hole.
Harry didn't have a lot of confidence in this statement.
He was convinced the man was guilty. He knew Snape was holding him out on a limb, there had been nothing special happening that night, Snape had killed Dumbledore and then wimped out of helping Voldermort too. He had then come here and hidden, saved his own neck and left Harry and the rest of Hogwarts to clean up after him. There was no twist on the plot – Harry knew it.
Harry sipped his hot chocolate which was now cold. He frowned at it and set it down.
It had been an hour and Toni and Hermione still weren't back.
Harry went back to convincing himself there was nothing else he needed to know – Snape was trouble – damn his forgiving Gryffindor side for trying to convince him Snape was half human, damn, damn, damn.
Harry then noticed that it felt like a wand was prodding the side of is head. Harry looked around, there was nothing there. The prodding continued on the other side of his head. He looked around, nothing.
He looked at Snape; it was all his fault, Harry decided. His suspicions only grew when he saw Snape was smirking.
"Stop prodding me."
"Prodding?" asked Snape, all innocently.
"Yes, you were prodding the side of my head,"
"From over here Potter? I am intrigued, what wild story have you come up with this time?"
"I know you can Legilimens without a wand,"
"Legilimens?" asked a voice behind Harry.
Damn, thought Harry, not again.
Toni plonked herself down next to Harry, picked up Snape's shot and downed it for him. She was looking at Harry so did not notice the death glare that she would have received had she been looking at Snape. If looks could kill Toni would be long gone, even if she wasn't looking.
Toni poked Harry again and raised her eyebrows as a motion to carry on.
Harry thought back to the previous conversation with Snape, was there an answer to her question that wouldn't make him look like a loony?
"It's a very long type of stick," Harry said, brain still whirring, "Snape used to use it at school to annoy us if we weren't doing work,"
"I thought you said something about a wand? "
"Wand, no!" Harry said jovially, prolonging his laugh so he wouldn't have to answer, "Hand, I said Hand."
Toni raised her eyebrows as if to say 'You are weird' but didn't press the matter.
"What time is it Harry?" she asked, swiftly moving out of shark infested water.
"About 12..."
"That's when your lesson starts right?"
"SHIT!," Harry shouted jumping up and pulling on his hat as the surrounding French people shot him looks muttering something that sounded like, "Bah, les jeunes!".
"No need to worry," smiled Toni.
"What are you going to do, fricking apparate me down?!"
"Apparate?"
"Teleport, I said teleport!" screamed Harry almost hysterically.
"No, you are weird." She continued, "I'M your instructor," she said, like it had been the most obvious thing in the world, clapping him over the back of the head.
Harry swore he could feel a lump there now.
"Well?" prompted Toni.
I don't know if I will survive, thought Harry. What if she tries to interrogate me about my sexuality? I don't think I can handle that again.
"That's great!" smiled Harry, trying not to glower at Snape who was behind Toni, with what Harry supposed was an approximation of a grin on his face.
"See you back at the apartment," Snape grinned.
"Where you going, Snape?" Harry snarled,
"Well, I was going to go skiing with Hermione, but if you need me to carry you down Potter then…"
"Fine, just go," Harry said, bowing his head and pointing at the door. He had seen the sarcastic comment coming so he had cut Snape off.
"How long is the lesson?" Harry asked Toni,
"Two hours,"
"Snape you forgot something," Harry shouted at Snape who was just about to stride out the door.
"I think I know what's mine and yours Potter, my belongs don't..."
Harry cut across him again,
"No... this," Harry picked up his stuff, strode to Snape and flung his arms about the taller man's neck.
Snape had never been stunned in his life; he thought it was an unusual experience.
Being...hugged...by Potter was down right weird, only when Snape felt the tip of Harry's wand at his neck did he realise what was going on.
"Very sneaky Potter, who taught you that spell?"
"Was that a compliment Snape?"
"Verging on one,"
Snape brought his hands up to Harry's head on the pretext of resting his hand there and pressed his thumb to Harry's scar.
A searing pain rushed through Harry causing him to gasp.
"Enjoying this a bit too much Potter?"
"You asshole, I killed Voldermort, why the hell is my scar still..."
Harry's wand vibrated, telling Harry the spell he had been casting was complete.
Snape pressed his thumb down on Harry's scar – hard.
Harry let out a stiffened moan.
He heard someone clear their throat and turned to see the owner of Le Telemark staring down at them, tapping her foot.
Snape pushed Harry away and swept out of the door.
"Done having an orgasm Harry?" Toni asked, dragging him out of the bar by his collar.
Harry didn't answer, but looked around for Snape. He had gone. Harry noticed that Snape had an annoying habit of doing that when the heat turned up.
No, Harry thought, was it Snape? After he had made his scar hurt so much? Only Voldermort could do that...
Harry's mind was not on the lesson, but circling around Snape, Voldermort and a shed load of Polly Juice Potion.
Harry made his way back to A3 alone, as after his lesson Toni had gone down to the bar declaring 'after that I need a very stiff drink'.
He hoped the spell he had cast on Snape worked- he hadn't used it before.
It caused the recipient of the spell to (after a time chosen by the caster) forget everything except the one thing the caster choose for them. In this case Snape would have now forgotten everything except a desire to sit outside A3 until Harry returned. The most annoying thing about the spell was it had to be done by holding the tip of one's wand to the start of the spinal cord (or as close as you could get) and you had to hold your wand there for the amount of minutes you want to delay the spell in hours. Like Harry had had to hold his wand against the bottom of Snape's hair line for two minutes to delay the spell for two hours. Normally he would have done it from the back, standing as far away as possible, but that would have looked rather odd to the Muggles. So Harry had had to... this brought Harry back to pondering about his scar.
He came up the steps down which he had fallen on is first day and around the corner.
He saw Snape sitting outside Harry's door staring at a corner and looking thoroughly confused.
Harry's boots clacked and Snape looked at him. Realization crept over his face like a rising sun seeps a town in the early morning.
Snape's face quickly changed from realisation back to his 'especially pissed off' face Harry had grown so used to at school.
"Couldn't you choose something like a tracking spell Potter? Imbecile," Snape snarled.
"Because if I had used a tracking spell I would have had to find you myself, and why would I do that when I could have just done this? Imbecile."
Snape was just about to retort when Harry cried 'Silencio.' Snape ranted at him but completely silently. Snape waved his finger at Harry threateningly, and begun to turn purple in the face with the effort of making a sound.
Harry made sure there were no Muggles and levitated Snape into the apartment, causing Snape to turn a more abnormal colour.
Harry felt hungry so he took out a pan, a carton of soup and turned on the stove.
He looked up at Snape who was hovering on the ceiling. Maybe he would calm down if he was allowed to shout for a bit.
Harry took off the silencing spell, "and another thing you insolent brat..." Harry flicked his wand, on second thought he wasn't in the mood for being insulted.
He watched Snape change shade and then levitated him into the cupboard there had previously been no use for. He let Snape down but didn't lift the silencing spell then he locked the cupboard. He would give him some quiet time to get his Slytherin mask back on.
Harry had his first quiet time for a few days, Hermione had been right, it was good for him to go on holiday and forget his parents, Cedric, Stan...
The soup began to bubble and Harry got up to turn off the stove, set the table and put out bread and butter.
The only time he had laid the table away from the Dursley's.
It felt good, it felt natural, him and Snape...
He slapped himself; he did NOT just think that.
It felt natural, just him by himself...no-one to hurt him.
His stomach rumbled. he poured the soup into two bowls and set them down.
He made his way over to the cupboard and opened the door; he looked into Snape's black clad chest which was immediately in front of him. He looked up to see his ex-potions master glowering down at him.
Harry smiled innocently, "I made tea sir."
Snape stalked past Harry. Harry was shocked- he had expected a snarky comment, or at least a sneer.
Snape sat at the table and stared at Harry with eyes of ice.
Harry also sat and they began to eat, Snape upright elegantly sipping his soup, not even slurping. Harry bent lapping his up like a dehydrated dog.
"Snape?" Harry began. Snape raised an eyebrow; Harry then remembered that he still had the silencing spell on him, for just a second there Harry had thought Snape had been becoming slightly more unpredictable with his comments.
"Forgetful twat," Snape spat.
"Shut up, you bastard," Harry spat even more forcefully, "Now you won't get out of it, where were you on the night Dumbledore died?"
Hey hope you like it, you know the drill, review blah please blah blah or else the next chapter will take years blah blah blah.
I am very disappointed with you guys on the review front – I thought Snarry fans could do better than 4!
Thanks to Hermione for editing again! She also translated up there! The French means along the lines of 'kids these days'.