Now, Chapter 3.
I know, that they are all very short and that it has been a long time now. But the only thing I coud write today was dialogue, so bear with me for the time being. I really try. ;) On a second thought I would also like to complain about the edito on It is really a nuissance trying to edit a document...

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"Ah, you returned earlier than I anticipated." Said a deep voice, marked with dry humour a few minutes later in the dungeons.

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"Well you may thank my friends for that."

"Ah, your friends indeed."

"Can I sleep here the night?"

"Oh but that would be most improper"

"Oh come off your high horse. It's already improper to kiss a student."

"Your logic is indisputable."

Harry settled himself in a large arm-chair in front of the fire and opened a book ("How to avoid stress when travelling with students") lying on the table.

Severus Snape snorted quietly. "Oh do make yourself comfortable, Mr. Potter."

"Why thank you Severus, I might just do that." Came the reply from behind the book.

The professor seated himself in the armchair opposite, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like "Impertinent brat".

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As the hours passed by, Harry's eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he put the book aside and yawned widely.

"I wondered how long it would take you do get tired."

"You waited for me to get tired?"

"When you put it that way: no. I merely observed your level or tiredness while I was marking essays."

"So you were sneaking glances at me…"

"I did not"

Harry smiled. "Of course you didn't."

"Don't use that tone with me, brat."

He chuckled. "It's the same tone Dumbledore always uses, isn't it?"

Snape glared at him. "I shall not condescend to give that an answer."

"I assume that this was a perfect example for your Snape-superiority."

"I beg your pardon?" He raised his eyebrow to unthinkable heights.

Harry sighed and got up. "Let's not discuss this so late in the evening."

"It was you who brought it up."

"Simply to raise your curiosity."

"How very slytherin of you."

Harry smiled. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Severus looked at him. "You are assuming that I go to bed now."

"Yes of course, you finished marking those essays."

"Why should I follow you?"

"In bed or in general?"

"Do not twist my words."

"Bed. Now."

"We will discuss your presumptuous behaviour tomorrow."

"Oh you want me to stay for breakfast?"

"I did n-"

"That's so sweet of you, Severus." He walked in direction of the bedroom.

"Snapes do not do 'sweet'!" He followed Harry to the bedroom, adding quietly: "I do not do 'sweet'."

Suddenly Harry appeared in front of him. "Then we have that settled. Now about our sleeping arrangements…"

Still slightly startled Severus sighed. "Yes, you may sleep in my bed." Harry smiled winningly at him. "We will discuss this tomorrow."

A few minutes later, Harry settled into the large bed and covered himself with the dark blue satin sheets. When Severus got into bed as well, he turned around, facing his professor. And grinned. "You had the sheets changed."

"Of course I did. Do you honestly think I would have let them be as they were, sweaty and sticky?"

"I would never be so presumptuous, Severus."

"Brat. Go to sleep now."

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(Good night everyone, now. It' sunday and I don't feel like "Christmas"...)