Chapter 14

Harry say in the chair opposite to Snape's favourite while his professor leaned against the fireplace, gazing into the flames.

Again, all could be heard was the crackle and pop from the flames and Severus was comforted with the sound of the burning logs. Neither spoke, not sure how to or where to begin. Severus looked at his whisky longingly. He was a baby and there was his milk.
Snape looked at the boy and noticed that Harry couldn't even lift his head up to face him.
Shame. A feeling he personally knew all too well. Looking at Harry reminded of himself in his youth and the feelings of self-hate, loss and of course, shame.

Severus thought about "What would Lily do?" in this situation, her boy had done something incredibly selfish and inappropriate with his professor and the last thing he needs is the headmaster finding this out.

She would hold him and tell him everything will work out and that he's not alone.

That would send Harry mixed messages though. He did just admit that he liked his professor more than he should, or at least his touch. So that left with the other question; What would James do?

He would give the kid some beer and insult Snape.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration. Both answers were wrong, but both also had their merits. Maybe he should just do a little of both and see what happens? He looked at his whisky again and decided that the boy needs some of his medicine. His voice was what broke the silence between the two.

"Accio Glass."

Harry lifted his head up and watched the potions master summon wandlessly a second glass and pour both glasses with whisky. Snape handed him one and sat on his chair with the other.

"Uh, thanks sir."

Harry looked at his glass. He's had butterbeer and pumpkin juice but never whisky! He didn't know if its like those drinks in the tiny glasses that he tries drink in one go or is this like champagne where he sips it and pretends to like it? It didn't look as eloquent as champagne so it must be the shot drink thing he's heard about. Harry lifted the heavy glass filled with amber liquid and threw it at the back of his throat and tried to drink it all in one go and choked, coughing and sputtering the liquid down his shirt and pants looking like a complete idiot.

"Merlin Potter, this isn't a game of beer pong, this is whisky! How do you not know how to drink whisky?!" Snape came over and patted the boy on the back, helping him through his choking.

Snape summoned his wand this time to spell away the mess. He sighed and poured the boy another glass.

"Potter, Harry. Whisky is supposed to be drunk slowly. Let the mild burning sensation crawl down your throat. Let it compliment and dance with your problems. It needs to be savoured. Try again."

Snape couldn't believe that he was teaching the boy how to drink alcohol of all things.

Isn't this what his friends are for?

The annoying little voice was back. Yeah, the boy did mention once or twice that he really wanted to try being friends with his potions professor now that the war was over. Snape supposed this was probably a good start to starting a proper friendship with the teen.

He watched over the boy, slowly drinking the whisky, his small Adams apple bobbing with the liquid that was falling down his throat. Snape leaned back in his chair and drank his medicine too. Smiling at the fact that in one night he managed to accomplish making one of his students moan and climax followed by inviting them into their private quarters and learn how to drink firewhisky. Severus Snape is possibly, the worst professor at Hogwarts.

Harry was on his third glass and was obviously a light weight. That was discovered halfway through his second glass but Snape being his good friend, poured him a third glass.

"Sssho, why'a drink thish anyways? I's till feel like shite sir?"

Snape chuckled under his breath. Imagine if the world could see their hero now? Hair worse than normal, eyes looking tired and a permanent blush on the boy's cheeks.

"Because, its not supposed to cure the problems Harry, its supposed to compliment your problems. People sometimes don't like being alone, feelings can be like that too."

Harry smiled and fluttered his eyes at the professor.

"I know I don't like being alone, but I wouldn't mind being alone with someone right now."

Is what Harry thought he said but all Snape could understand were slurred words, crying and laughing with a poor attempt of a purr at the end.

"I think you've had enough Potter." Snape reached out for the now empty glass that was Harry's hands but as soon as his hands touched the glass, Harry's soft hands cradled Snape's. Harry looked into Snape's eyes starting to lean forward. Snape was frozen again and all he could do was close his eyes and feel the warmth radiate off the boy and fall onto his skin. Snape smelt the breath of whisky and knew Harry's face were just millimetres away from his. He could feel Harry's breath on his lips and as his breaths came closer, he instinctively parted his lips. His body was numb, and his face was burning with impatience and desire. Harry was testing his boundaries with the professor again. Severus waited for those plump, soft and pink lips to touch his and when it didn't, he peeked through his closed eyes and saw the boy was also waiting to receive a kiss from him.

Great, we're both bottoms, this is going to be fun. Said the sarcastic thought of his.

Severus whispered Harry's name and Harry hummed in return. Both wanting to touch the other but both knowing that the next step they take will be permanent and neither could take back. Snape took a deep breath and painfully, started moving his lips away from Harry's.
Harry slowly opened his eyes when he sense the presence of his favourite professor fading. Severus put both their glasses on the small table that was between the two chairs, standing and looking at the fire.

"Pott-Harry, do you want to be friends?"

Harry felt his smile stretch across his face. "Yes, of course! Thank you! I-"

Severus interrupted Harry's outburst.

"Then this needs to stop."