Fill The Void
Chapter 3
"I am sorry Harry!" cried Draco.
Silence.
"Will you at least talk to me?" pleaded the blonde. They were walking down for their detentions with Professor Snape. But was more of Harry bustling down to the dungeons and Draco running after him, pleading for forgiveness.
Silence came from Harry. His only reply apart from the squeak of his sneakers was the obviously pissed off look at being near the Slytherin.
As they arrived at the dungeons, Draco and Harry were surprised to find no sign of their professor in the classroom.
Instead, two desks opposite the room from one another, each with a thick red envelope placed on it. One had Draco's name, the other Harry's.
Harry walked over to his scroll and sat down cautiously. The ever so familiar script of his Potion's professor didn't set him at ease as he opened his envelope.
It was a blank piece of parchment.
He looked over at Draco, who was scribbling furiously at his equally blank parchment, not paying any attention to Harry.
When Harry looked back down, words appeared at the top of the paper.
Welcome to your detention, Mr. Potter.
As Harry read this, more script appeared below the first. This reminded him greatly of Tom Riddle's diary and made him on edge.
How are you today?
Harry pulled out his quill and ink and wrote as neatly as he could.
I'm fine. Who's this?
Professor Snape.
He scribbled back furiously. Why are you talking to me like this?
I wanted to ask you a few questions away from Draco's prying ears.
Okay. Ask away.
Are you and Draco together?
No!! I think he kissed me to see if I was lying when I said I wasn't gay.
Why would he care whether you were gay or not?
I don't really know.
Are you gay?
Yes.
Why did you cut yourself?
The question came so suddenly, Harry almost dropped his quill. He had answered whether he was gay so assured of his answer. But now he didn't even have an excuse prepared, let alone a plausible reason.
Well?
I don't know, sir.
Are you lonely?
Yes.
Is that why you cut yourself, Potter?
That's a part of it, I think.
Harry was surprised when no message came after this. He kept writing.
I suppose it's the pain I want to get rid of.
What pain?
Why should I trust you?
There was no reply for a moment.
Do you trust me?
Should I?
I saved your life. On numerous occasions, not just the other night.
True.
Will you tell me then?
Only because I need to tell someone and…I do trust you.
Thank you, Harry.
My parents are dead. I'm not the Golden Boy. My friends don't understand me. I'm alone. Sirius and Cedric are both dead because of me not kill Moldymort in time. And I'm in love.
A second hung in the air, breathless, as Harry waiting for a reply. He almost thought he wasn't going to get one. That maybe he had gone too far when…
Who?
What?
With who are you in love with?
Nobody.
Is that so?
No...
Well then who?
You
He wrote it so suddenly that he gasped in surprise at what his own hand had betrayed. He had forgotten he was talking with Severus Snape, the greasy git and menace of his life. He was as good as dead. But more script arranged itself underneath his.
Why do you fancy yourself in love with me?
Should I tell you the truth?
Please enlighten me.
You're sexy and a god. I can't help but love how you never treat me any different because I'm the "boy who lived and defeated voldie". You showed real kindness to me at the final battle and you saved me from the destruction I caused on myself. I liked it when you kissed me.
I shouldn't have kissed you.
I would like you to again.
What?!
I liked you kissing me and I would like to do it again. Preferably when I'm conscious this time.
Surely not, Mr. Potter.
It's Harry, by the way.
Mr. Potter.
H A R R Y. Harry.
Mr. Potter…
Can I call you Severus?
Please? I've almost graduated!
Amazingly…
Please?!
I'm not going to let you waste your time with me, Potter.
It's not a waste.
Then I won't because I do not look forward to being throw away when you're done with me.
Is that what you think I would do?
Tears hit the parchment.
Oh bloody hell. Don't cry.
Said tears kept falling on the page.
Please don't cry.
You really think of me like that? As a child who doesn't know how to love?
You're seventeen. I'm old enough to be your father. And if your father was alive he would kill us both. As is, he will probably turn over in his grave to know we're even having this discussion.
So you do like me?
No, but I'm saying if we did have a relationship of sorts, even friendship, it would be impossible.
Could we at least try being friends?
Just friends.
Harry laughed because he could feel the incredulous look coming from Snape through the parchment.
Yah…so I have some support and stuff. I need help, in case you didn't get the message.
If you really want to be my friend, you have to follow the rules.
If you want rules, you'll have to make them.
No seduction. No temptation. Nothing more than friendship. Understand?
Crystally.
You know that's not a word, Potter.
No kidding? Let's get rid of the Potter thing. Start over?
That's agreeable.
Okay. Hi, I'm Harry.
I'm Severus.
Can we talk face to face now?
No, because I can't treat you like a friend in class.
So how exactly are you going to be my friend?
Keep this parchment and we can write each other whenever we want.
'Kay!
So are you going to actually study for tomorrow's potion quiz?
I would get a lot better grades if you treated me fairly.
I'll think about it…
Good.