Crush of the Black Silk Boxers

Harry decided to wander Snape's manor while he pondered what he could possibly do to get closer to his former potions master when the older man still seemed to hate him with a passion. He walked up the stairs to examine Snape's personal gardens as he tried to think about Snape and not the final fight. The stairs led him up to a door which in turn led out onto the manor roof. Wow, it's so beautiful out tonight. *The stars are so bright.* He looked down from the cloudless sky and walked over to the large glass greenhouse that took up most of the roof. Walking inside and making sure to close the door behind him, he smiled at the brilliant variety of colors and aromas throughout the building. He walked along the narrow paths that crisscrossed through the plants, thinking and even managing to name a few plants he recognized from lessons in potions and herbology. *Maybe I could help out with something in here to pass the time and show Snape that I want to get to know him. Hey, a Devils Snare, I hate those things, wonder what ingredients he gets from that. Hmm, I could check out the books in the library to find out more of the ingredients you can obtain from each plant. It does seem that I'll have enough time on my hands to do so.*

He finished his look around the enclosed garden and left through the opposite door of the one he entered. He walked over to a wooden door that led into a tower at least a story higher than the rest of the building and had a large glass dome for a roof. *I wonder what's in the observatory.* Harry went up the spiral staircase to a landing from which he had to get into the observatory by opening a trapdoor in the roof and going up the wooden steps that came down. *Just like Trelawney's he thought with a shudder.* He got into the observatory and closed the trapdoor behind him before taking a look around. A large telescope and other equipment stood neatly around the room and the view through the glass was magical, but what caught Harry's attention the most was the large foam matress lying in the center of the room with a light blanket and a few pillows. *Snape must lie here and look up at the stars.* He giggled and flopped down onto the bed, snuggling into the indent Snapes body had left. *I wish he was here holding me in his arms again, I felt so safe and warm.* He sighed and got up again. *Here I am acting like a schoolboy with a crush, and the wet dreams haven't helped...I need to do something about getting closer to him.*

He yawned hugely and began his decent back down into the manor. *But how am I supposed to get near him again with him locked away in his study all the time?* Just then he noticed Orta cleaning up the hallway. Hmm... "Orta!" The house elf turned to look at him, still moving the miniature broom back and forth on the ground. "Yes Master Potter?"

Harry grinned at the plan that had formed in his mind. "Do you deliver Proffesor Snape's food to him?" At the lady elves nod, he continued. "Tommorow, could you wake me up early so I can take his breakfast to him? And make it a double breakfast so we can share, I'd like the chance to talk to him." He smiled to himself as the house elf stopped to think for a second before smiling back at him. "Certainly Sir, if that is what you wish. Master Snape likes his breakfast delivered at 9, so shall I wake you at half past 8, Sir?"

Harry nodded at her. "That would be great, thank you very much." And with that he walked the rest of the way to his room with a huge grin on his face and he was soon fast asleep in the giant bed dreaming about what the next day had to bring.
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Harry awoke to a loud knock at the door to his room. "Harry Potter, Sir. It is time you is getting up." He mumbled a reply at the house elf but got up quickly as he remembered his plans to eat with Snape for breakfast. *What should I wear? What will he be wearing?* That thought made Harry stop to ponder for a minute before going to look in the large closet. *Did he ever wear anything but black?* Almost every outfit left from the potion professors younger days was the same ebony color he wore now. However, there was a few shirts of other colors and even an old pair of jeans that looked like they would fit Harry snugly. He took those as well as a deep emerald green sweater that would be warm and would hug his body in all the right places. *Perfect.*

He went into the washroom to have a quick shower and freshen up before changing into the clothing he had picked out. Just as he suspected, the clothing was just his size and was nicely showing off his body. He knew he didn't look all that bad, years of playing seeker had given him a mucular, yet lean, form. He grinned at his reflection before heading out to meet Orta in the hallway. She handed him a large platter with breakfast for 2 before hurrying off to find other work to do. He smiled at her retreating form and carefully too the platter down and stood outside Snape's study.

He kept an eye on his watch and the instant it read 9 he knocked on the wooden door. A muffled "Enter" was heard and he carefully opened the door and stepped inside. Snape was sitting at his desk, garbed in a semi-fitted black sweater and black pants. He hadn't looked up from what he was reading so Harry just walked up to his desk and placed the tray in the center of it. "Thank you, you may leave-Merlin Potter!!! What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?!" When he had looked up from his work the sight of somone much bigger than the usual house elf has caused him to fall back in his chair, making a large crash and breaking the quill he had been holding.

"Oh gods sir, I am sory, ry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?" Snape got up and threw his broken quill into a wicker trash bin by his desk, never taking his icy glare off of Harry. "I am perfectly fine, but you have 10 seconds to explain why you are taking the job of my house elf before I hex you into oblivion." Harry gulped visibly, realizing he'd left his wand on the side table by his bed and was defenceless against his very upset former proffesor. "I-um-I was just bringing you breakfast. I-I was hoping we could eat together this morning."

Snape looked away from Harry with a sneer on his face and bent down to retreive his fallen chair. "Why, Potter, would I ever want to eat my breakfast with you? I have no wish to share any time with a arrogant brat such as yourself. Now you will take your portion of the food and you will take your Griffindor ideals of friendship for all and you will leave my study at once, understood?" He removed his breakfast from the platter and gestured for the stunned younger man to take the remaining items on the platter and leave.

"I-um-yes sir, sorry sir." Harry took the tray and left the study, closing the door behind him and, visibly shaken, sunk down to the floor with the tray on his lap. *Well that was a total disaster, now what am I supposed to do?* He moved to stand up again but a piece of parchment that had acidently been picked up with the tray offSnapSnapes desk came loose and fluttered down to the ground. Harry picked it up and scanned it over, frowing before a huge grin lit up on his face. *So maybe it wasn't a total waste...* And with that he took his breakfast and the paper and headed off to the library.

A/N: Hello again peoples, this is the last chapter I have already wen, en, but I'm writing more already, so updates shouldn't take too long. I keep having to edit my chapters, especially to mark off what people are thinking, Gah -.-' I hate it. I'd like to know what people thing of my story so far. Reviews make me feel special, and feeling special makes me write more, so please review. It only takes a minute and even "Good Job" makes me feel great. Thx for reading so far, luv u all.