Chapter 16:

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Harry came down the stairs not long after Severus had disappeared without saying a word to the group of housemates that were floating around the kitchen and the sitting room. He was a bit red faced because he knew that they all knew what had been going on and to make it worse Ron would call him on it. Even worse than Ron calling him on it would be the fact that he did so in front of the entire house. Like that's the last thing that Harry wanted basically their first impression of him to be, he had complicated that enough on his with his little roll in the hay with Severus. He blushed even deeper when he came around the corner into the sitting room and they were all staring at him, and then a few of them excused themselves and disappeared up the stairs.

"Harry, mate, you didn't?" Ron asked puffing himself up and Harry didn't say anything. "You did! That's so gross, that's my bed."

"Ronald!" Hermione said kicking him under the table.

"Ouch! Mione!" Ron groaned rubbing his leg.

"Leave him alone," she hissed.

"I have to sleep there," Ron started again.

"You're definitely going to be sleeping there if you don't drop it," She replied sternly.

"Sorry," Ron said rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"It's alright," Harry said after a moment. "Sorry bout your bed."

"Honestly," Hermione scoffed. "What was he doing here anyway? I thought he lived in London?"

"He had some last minute business up here," Harry lied and mouthed the word 'later' at her.

Ron opened the door to the refrigerator and briefly took stock of the contents before turning back to them.

"We're low on alcohol, we'll have to go out drinking," He grinned broadly.

"We have classes tomorrow!" Hermione protested.

"We have one afternoon class," Ron countered, and after that the two of them kicked off.

Harry wandered over to the couch and picked up a discarded magazine while the pair argued in the kitchen. As soon as the two of them kicked off Harry took note that the rest of their housemates started to scatter. He wondered how often the pair of them argued and if it was often enough that the housemates knew when it was time to flee. He never exactly understood the relationship that Ron and Hermione shared or what brought them together in the end, he was happy for him he just didn't understand what they shared that would lead them to be in such a serious relationship. Ron was willing to blow off things at the drop of a hat and Hermione was so serious and committed to things. Ron hated school while Hermione fed on the knowledge. He knew that the only reason Ron had agreed to go to university in the first place was because Hermione was going. He wouldn't have lasted sitting in Surrey working some boring day job while Hermione was up in Glasgow. Harry also thought that it was one of the requirements Hermione had set for the fiery red head. He briefly thanked the gods that Severus wasn't like that.

Ron's main argument against Hermione was that they only had a few days to spend with Harry before they had to send him back to that greasy git of a boyfriend. Harry let it slide the first time but the second time that Ron had called Severus a greasy git he called him on it. The boy blew him off in a huff and went back to his argument with Hermione, going out and getting pissed was higher on the agenda than the proper name of Harry's new boyfriend. The fight kept going and Harry didn't think either one of them was going to budge, it definitely was a refresher course in just how stubborn they could both be. A knock at the door was the only thing that brought a brief reprieve to the arguing. Before he realized it he was up and across the room to the front door before Ron or Hermione could make the decision.

He opened the door to find a delivery man standing on the threshold holding a small package and clipboard.

"Hello?" Harry said.

"Ah, yes, I'm looking for a Harry Potter," He smiled through his thick Scottish accent.

"That's me," Harry replied furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Brill!" The man grinned again. "I've got a delivery for yah from a Mr. Severus Snape."

"Oh," Harry said confused further.

"Right, I just need yah to sign for it," he said handing over the clipboard.

"Right, thanks," Harry said taking the small box.

"It's all set up for yah, the whole nine yards," the man offered and Harry stared at him in confusion.

"Thanks," Harry said again and reached into his pocket and pulled out a 10 pound note and handed it to the man.

"Thank yah, Mr. Potter. Have a good evening."

"Yeah, you too," Harry said lightly before closing the door.

When he came back in holding the small box he turned it over in his hand before noticing Ron and Hermione watching him with curiosity. He pulled open the box to reveal a new phone briefly nestled inside, sighing lightly at the sight of it he plucked it ou and turned it over in his hand.

"What's that mate?" Ron finally piped up.

"Severus has sent me a new phone," Harry replied still puzzled by it all.

"So the greasy git is loaded then? Ron said callously.

"His name is Severus Snape, not greasy git," Harry glared at him. "You don't even know him enough to call him a git."

"Oh, come off it Harry."

"No, I love him, so stop," Harry warned.

"Right, sorry," Ron apologized and Harry was distracted when the phone buzzed with a new text in his hand.

'I trust the phone found you?' Severus had texted him.

'Yes, you really shouldn't have,' Harry replied.

'I took the liberty of packing you a bag for the weekend. I am afraid I forgot to mention it before,' Severus said ignoring him.

'My hero,' Harry grinned to himself.

'You can find it under the bed in that pigsty your friend calls a room.'

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

Harry was pulled away from his phone when Ron and Hermione started to kick off again. Fed up, he finally decided to put an end to it all and bring them to a compromise. He suggest that they stay in and drink and go out the following night instead. They would just invite some people over and tell them to bring alcohol to add to the house's dwindling rations. Ron grinned in triumph and Hermione conceded with little protest.

None of them could even dream of how quickly the party would escalate. Ron and the other housemates didn't realize that when inviting a few friends that those friends would invite friends who would then invite friends. When the doorbell rang and Harry answered it, what looked like half the university came streaming into the small house. Harry nudged Ron who just shrugged and Hermione puffed herself up and crossed her arms. Ron nudged her and told her to loosen up before offering her one of his trademark dopey grins. Harry could smell trouble almost as strongly as the scent of alcohol that had taken over the house. For one night, he decided that maybe he should just throw caution to the wind and enjoy himself. He rarely got the chance to let loose in a way that didn't involve sex, so he decided to the seize the opportunity that the night had now presented him with.

Harry couldn't ever remember being as drunk as he was in this moment and Ron had just poured him another shot. There was loud music playing the background and a blur of people were dancing around the room. Hermione was dancing with Ron and the two of them pulled him into the dance with them, and that's when he felt it. There was the warm, alcohol infused camaraderie between the three of them that made him feel like he could tell them anything. Alcohol made him entirely loose lipped at all the wrong moments and he could feel the word vomit, that came along with it, bubbling up in his throat. A very large part of him that he would blame on the drink wanted to just blurt it all out and be like hey, yeah, so I used to be a whore. Not in the I just like to sleep around way, but in the way I liked to sleep around but I also liked to take money for it. Thankfully, he still had a partial voice of reason that kicked him internally and told him to keep his damn mouth shut. Hermione might have been understanding but Ron would completely lose it he was afraid.

He didn't remember when he went to bed, or how he even managed to stumble up the stairs. He did know that he had actually woken up in Ron's bed, what he didn't know was who was underneath the covers beside of him. Cautiously he pulled the duvet back and sighed in relief when he noticed that it was one of the Parkinson twins. If he had woken up with a guy in his bed then he would have worried. He was confident that even in his drunken state he wouldn't have slept with a girl. At least he hoped not.

He groaned slightly when a sharp ache traveled through is head and the full impact of his hangover started to set in. Harry found himself wishing that someone had thought enough to close the curtains. He felt the bed vibrate from with a message from his phone and he dug under the blankets and pillows until he could find it. He eventually pulled it out from under the one of the pillows and turned the screen on there were at least 10 messages from Severus. Instead of replying he decided to just call the man.

"Hello?" Severus answered after the 3rd ring.

"Hey," Harry said lightly.

"Where did you disappear to?" Severus asked with interest.

"Got a bit carried away with the drinking. I've gotta hangover from hell," he moaned into the phone.

"Done anything entirely regrettable?" Severus asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I'm not entirely sure," Harry said running a hand through his messy hair. "I woke up in bed with a girl."

"I hope you used protection," Severus said lightly.

"Very funny," Harry said fumbling through Ron's nightstand and pulling out a pair of sunglasses that looked as though they had had better days. He slid them on and sighed lightly at the reduction of light.

"Drink some water and take something for your head. Also, a full English breakfast wouldn't go amiss in terms of soaking up the alcohol and making you feel better."

"Don't talk about food, I might vomit."

"That is usually the result of a bender," Severus replied.

"What are you doing then?"

"Having coffee before work of course," the man replied.

"Coffee sounds nice, come and make me a cup yeah?" Harry smiled.

"Get your arse up and make some."

"You are so mean to me," Harry whined.

"Poor baby," Severus mocked. "I'm afraid I have some work to do."

"I love you," Harry grinned.

"I love you too. Goodbye."

Harry pulled himself out of the bed and dragged his bag out from underneath of it. There was a mess of people who had decided to skip class or hadn't woken up in time littered throughout the house as he made his way down the hall and to the bathroom. Harry turned on the warm jets of the shower and sighed in relief when he stepped under the stream of water. When he had finished showering and dressing he came down the stairs stepping over even more people and made his way into the kitchen. The house was a complete mess as he put the kettle on to make some tea he knocked some of the trash into the can and dug through some of the cabinets before finally finding some aspirin.

His head was still pounding but he somehow felt responsible for the mess that everyone had left. He found some black bin bags and started sweeping the trash that littered the counters into one of them. He had started working his way through the living room when Hermione came down the stairs at half eleven. She looked almost as rough as he did and smiled up at her as he dropped a few more beer bottles into the bag. She smiled back before disappearing into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. When she was done she came back into the living room and motioned for him to come and sit with her.

"You don't have to clean up after us," she smiled up at him.

"I helped to make the mess," he shrugged.

"So when are you going to tell me about Severus Snape?" She asked taking a sip of her tea. "I have heard loads about him. He doesn't have a reputation of being a very nice person. He's respected of course but he's not highly liked. I hope he's being good to you?"

"He's brilliant to me, we had our first fight I guess. Everything really just got blown out of proportion and I left and came here."

"Are you sure that's all?" she asked pointedly.

"Positive Mione. He's wonderful to me, better than anyone ever has been before. I swear it."

"I'm glad that you two are getting along," she smiled again. "What was he doing here yesterday morning?"

"He came to apologize," he grinned brightly. "He came all the way here to tell me he was sorry."

"He sounds like a real gentleman," she grinned at him. "Ron, could learn a thing or two from him."

"Mione, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything!"

"Can you tell me what exactly Severus does? I mean I know what he does sort of. Some sort of research?"

"Why? Hasn't he told you?" She laughed.

"It's just that you were so excited about what he does and I feel like it's all a bit over my head. I bought his book in a shop, but I haven't gotten the chance to read it yet."

"Harry! You're dating one of the top medical research and developers in the world. He's made so many advances in medicine."

"So is he a doctor?" Harry asked obliviously.

"Yes, he's trained in medicine among other things. He's such a brilliant man which is why I was so excited to hear that the pair of you were dating. He doesn't take interns unless that especially promising and I would die to work with him. I hope I didn't sound too bad when I asked you first off. It's juts such a huge opportunity," she rambled on.

Hermione had made him think that he and Severus needed to take the time to get to know more about each other. Like he wasn't even sure where the man was from or if he had any family. He wanted to know everything he could know and he wanted to share things with Severus. They were pretty open with them it's just like the right conversations for these types of things just never seemed to occur between them. When he got back he wanted to try to work on these things.

"So what are you doing these days? Are you still working?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Oh, um nothing at the moment, I just quit my last job."

"You mean the one you worked on the weekends?"

He thought about the night before when he had almost let it slip to his friends that he was indeed an escort. He didn't remember much about last night but he remembered how close he had been to telling them. Some part of him wanted to tell her, she was one of his closest friends and it's not like he was doing the job anymore. If she reacted badly he could always try to play it off as a joke. In the end he resolved to telling her, and making her swear to never say anything to Ron.

"Mione, there's something I need to tell you."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is kinda all over the place I'm sort of in the middle of a vacation at the moment and I wanted to post something. I hope you like it, sorry if it's not exactly my best. Thanks for reading and reviewing!