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As promised, a brand new chapter :) Still short, but hey at least now I'm updating a lot more often!

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MissGallagherGirl

As Harry was in the bathroom, freshening up and getting ready for bed, Snape was in his room pulling out an extra pair of silk sheets, appropriately colored green and silver.

He carried them out of his bedchamber and into the living room, then proceeded in his attempt to transfigure the small, black, leather sofa into something that vaguely resembled a suitable bed.

Once semi-pleased with his work (although he was sure that it wouldn't be close to good enough for the "chosen one") he carried on, transfiguring two extra pillows, both accordingly matching to the bed sheets.

Now, his next dilemma was finding a fitting pair of pajamas, as he did not want to head all the way up to the gryffindor common room at this time of hour, he chose the simpler route and just summoned one of Hogwarts many paid houselves, yes Hogwarts paid their houselves, which Snape found utterly ridicules, mainly because it was coming out of his pocket, along with those of his colleagues.

Suddenly there was a loud pop and he turned around to see non other than the house elf he despised the most, Dobby...

"Hello Sir", Dobby immediately greeted enthusiastically.

"Good evening, Dobby". Snape replied cooly.

"Is there anything Mr. Snape be needing at this hour?"

Pointedly emphasizing hour, as to indicate that he was most likely dozing until he was awoken by the summon.

Snape who was less than apologetic, simply stated that he required a pair of Mr. Potter's pajamas from his dorm, as he was spending the night in his personal quarters in order to see to it that the boy got a decent nights rest for once in his life.

Dobby, who lost all trace of the annoyance that was once implied in his tone, was simply more than delighted to do anything for "Master Harry Potter Sir".

He then popped himself away to the gryffindor common room, Snape feeling rather accomplished went over and knocked on the door of the bathroom that Harry was currently occupying.

"Mr. Potter, are you quite alright in there?"

"Yes sir, just brushing my hair."

"Brushing your hair?" Snape snickered, "Well Mr. Potter, I congratulate you and to think I didn't believe you were aware of the invention of the hairbrush."

"Ha ha, that's funny sir".

Then under his breath Harry seethed, "and here I was thinking you weren't aware of the invention of shampoo." Then drawing his eyes back to the shower where some plainly laid on the rack.

"What was that Mr. Potter? I'm afraid I can't hear you, would it be too much trouble for you to speak up a bit?"

Oh crap, Harry thought.

"Uhm, no sir, I'm fine I just wanted to ask if you had a toothbrush I could borrow, I'm afraid I forgot to pack my sleepover bag, next time you want to have a slumber party with me, would it be too much trouble to let me know before hand?"

Snape clenched his fist, clearly annoyed with Harry's attitude.

"Mr. Potter, I strongly suggest you cease smarting off to me before I cut off your tongue, as well as assigning you a weeks detention, with your favorite caretaker, Mr. Filch. I know how much you love to spend... quality time with him."

This sobered Harry up immediately,

"Uh sorry sir, uhm so the toothbrush, may I uh borrow one for the night?"

"Mr. Potter, eloquent as always, however you may not borrow one, for that employs the idea that you will be giving it back, and while I have no use for a used toothbrush you may take one instead. It's in the second draw to the right, there should be a green one in there."

"Naturally", Harry said under his breath, I swear, everything in this house is either green, brown, black, or silver, how very dull.

Meanwhile, Dobby had returned with Potter's Gryffindor colored pajamas,

"Naturally", Snape muttered under his breath.

I bet everything that incompetent child owns is basked in red and gold.

Then, Snape spent a tad bit more time than desired convincing Dobby to leave and not wait to see if "Master Harry Potter Sir" required anything more during the duration of his visit.

Finally, when the wretched house elf was gone, Snape laid out the flannel pajamas next to his bed and decided to make a calming cup of tea, they could both really use it.