Scene Twenty - Final Scene (Coffee?)

That Sunday morning, Harry was a terrible mess; not only had he grown very clumsy, but his magic also gained a mind of its own. Harry agonised over what to wear that morning, not being able to find anything that felt right, and had accidentally exiled most of his clothes to someplace impossible to retrieve them from.

Therefore, Harry had been forced to go shopping with Hermione and Ginny!

Harry really did love these girls, and he was certain they knew more about what looked good on him than he did, but black, tight, skinny jeans? A black leather jacket with an unusual chain? An emerald green, form-fitting t-shirt? Black boots?

Harry had expressed his serious reservations at the time, but the girls had insisted.
Now, however, as he stood in the mirror, he didn't recognize his reflection.

It had been just over three months since he had last seen Severus - since he had nearly murdered Malfoy - and while he was recovering and moving forward with his life, he still had a long road ahead of him. Despite everything, he had been on a journey of self-discovery, and he was surprised to realise that this look felt just right on him.

Harry's dark hair was a clean chaotic mess – just like his personality and magic. It fell to the back of his neck, just up from his shoulders, and he fucking loved it that way! The Dursleys always wanted it short and as contained as possible, and Harry smiled because he didn't have to conform to their wishes anymore.

The clothes were neat enough to not scream bad boy with a criminal record, so he was still presented as a respectable adult, but they told the world to piss off at the same time. He probably would have chosen red for the T-shirt (in fact he did buy a red one), but the girls had insisted on him wearing green this evening, to 'bring out his eyes' … he liked it!

Harry had realised that he loved the colour green and that his aversion to it was largely psychological from its association with Slytherin, Voldemort, and the killing curse. He had to disassociate the colour with negativity, and once he did, he found it easier to look at himself in the mirror... his eye colour was no longer only a reminder of his mother and how she had been murdered.

Harry looked down, studying the boots. He'd never worn boots before, only trainers and flat black shoes. The heel gave him nearly an extra inch in height. He would always be short, he had accepted that, but it was really nice to feel taller for a while.

Harry acknowledged that he looked good, and the clothes gave him a confidence that he'd never had before, but he was still terrified of the imminent dinner with Severus present. His magic was still a bit temperamental too.

"It's just dinner with the family, Harry." Hermione had said, shaking her head at his fidgeting.

"Looking good, Harry!" Ginny approved. "Severus will be knocked off his feet. Go get 'em, tiger!" Ginny growled playfully.

"Blimey, mate!" Was Ron's reaction.

But, when Severus finally arrived, his reaction was the best one of all…

Arther had welcomed Severus at the door while Harry had stayed in the kitchen. When Severus entered, politely greeting everyone, he suddenly did a double take at the man leaning back against the counter.

Harry had never really seen Severus lose control of his emotions until that moment. The man's wide gaze darted across Harry's physique, taking in his new clothes and healthier appearance. Severus stood there with his mouth slightly open. Harry couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smirk at the man who was still dressed in his usual black attire.

Severus finally seemed to find himself. He cleared his throat and nodded politely – "It is good to see you again Harry. You are looking well."

"Thanks. Yeah, I feel better." Harry nodded. It was strange how Severus' reaction to his appearance boosted his confidence. It made him feel great. "Been busy?" Harry asked him.

And just like that, the conversation began.

Everyone spoke, ate, and laughed, and Harry couldn't take his gaze away from Severus Snape. The more Harry noticed Severus looking at him, and the more Harry listened to that deep silky voice, the more Harry wanted to take the plunge and ask the man out on a date. It wasn't easy though, not when he still had a touch of Severus-induced brain malfunction; not when he embarrassed himself by dropping his spoon into his soup with a splash while Severus licked his own spoon clean; not when Arthur asked him a question but he was caught staring at Severus and not paying attention; and not when his magic chose to act on its own and levitate Severus' napkin to wipe away the gravy at the corner of Severus' lips.

The evening went well overall, even if there were moments when Harry could have died of shame. As the time came for Severus to leave, Harry was getting impatient looks from Hermione and Molly.

Harry had to quickly make a decision!

"Severus, wait! I'll walk you out," Harry said, ignoring the knowing looks he was getting.

Coats on, they both walked down the garden path towards the apparition point. It was about three feet away when Harry finally gathered enough courage to blurt – "Severus, listen, I erm – I just wanted to say that – Well, I'd like to get coffee with you if you're not opposed."

Severus stood there staring at him, quiet, for so long that Harry began to panic.
Harry felt his magic stir.

Severus swallowed, his gaze darting, watching as the grass and leaves rustled, as Harry's garments shimmered, and as the air glowed with Harry's aura and magic. Severus sighed, grinned, and then whispered – "Do you have any idea how… stunning you are Harry?"

Harry didn't expect that, and he gulped, shaking his head in the negative, his magic calming. "Figured I'm just a chaotic bastard, really."

Severus chuckled. "That, Mr. Potter, we can agree on."

Harry grinned. Severus was fucking stunning too when he smiled like that. Harry was getting addicted to the latest feelings he'd be experiencing when Severus laughed and smiled … butterflies in his stomach.

"You still haven't answered my question." Harry bravely said.

"Oh, was there a question in that babbling of yours? Forgive me, I didn't realise."

"Rude!" Harry said, but he was still smiling.

"Well, If you would like to try again?" Severus invited, looking smug, and gesturing with his hand.

"Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you?"

"Quite possibly, yes." Severus admitted.

"Fine! You sadistic bastard." Harry mumbled, before taking a deep breath to compose himself, and then a smug smile graced his lips as he started to speak – "Severus Snape, Potion master extraordinaire, would you kindly put me out of my misery and agree to a date? Perhaps I could arrange a portkey to Italy, at your convenience of course, where I would be honoured to spend the entire day in your company?"

Severus blushed!
The man was actually standing there with flushed cheeks and completely speechless!

"If you tell me I babbled that time then– "

And just like that, Severus had stolen Harry's words with his lips.

There were hands that roamed,
Lips that fit,
And tongues that were impatient to explore.

There was the hum of wild magic,
The toe-curling tingling,
And so much passion.

It was completely mind-blowing,
So utterly breathtaking,
Amazing!

"I'll take that as a yes," Harry whispered, his lips wet and a few shades darker. Harry was in a state of trance, desiring more. Oh yes, he yearned for more of the delectable man who stood in front of him. He licked his lips, puzzled as to why they had stopped.

"Are you sure, Harry? I am not – I have not been a good man, especially not to you. I am not attractive, nor am I young like yourself, and I–"

Fuck it! Harry didn't want Severus to continue slandering himself, so he re-joined their lips. Harry just hoped that Severus would get the message, that the kiss meant 'YES!' I'm bloody sure, you fucking dumb arse!'.

Severus must have understood because if Harry thought that first kiss was passionate, he was not prepared for the heat that fuelled this one.

Wild! That was one word for it.
Hot! Oh yes!

Harry hoped that this was a positive omen for the remainder of their relationship – for whatever was to come next. Harry had never felt the heat of desire so strongly before, and he was overjoyed. The best part was that he had his family and friends behind him (the interfering wankers), and they approved of Severus as a potential partner in Harry's life.

So the pair of them were both flawed, they both had issues and trauma, and the journey ahead was bound to have bumps and fucking craters, but for the first time in Harry's life, he was looking forward to it.

Harry vowed to be the Dove that Severus needed,
and Severus would be Harry's hero in black.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Darkness my love, come foster the light,

let me shine bright in your dark.

Oh, the moon's bright, come feel my doves fly,

under starlight in the park.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The End. x
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