Sixth Year

Notes: same ol, same ol. But by the way: the first half consists of 7 chapters. the second, that i refuse to post until i get feedback, consists of 6 more. But remember, they are short! and basically done.

Chapter 3. A comfortable chair.

Snape passed the Potion’s classroom, and then passed his office; this is when Harry became worried.

“Um, Professor?”

Grunt.

“Where are we going?”

“To my rooms, I don’t spend all my time in the classroom, stupid boy.” Snape replied without turning or slowing his pace.

“But I thought… Um. Never mind.”

Upon arriving at a blank wooden door, Snape stopped and whispered a password at it. The door flew open and the two men entered.

“Sit there Potter,” Snape said pointing to an old, worn out recliner.

Harry obeyed Snape’s command, and silently looked around the room, as Snape set off towards the other room. Mere moments later and Snape arrived with four cauldrons. He sat the cauldrons on a work desk. “Come here, we need to clean these.”

Harry left the chair; it had been very comfortable, so leaving it was hard for Harry.

Snape handed Harry a brush and soap, and then passed him a cauldron. “This soap is specially made, by me of course, it will not interact with the potion’s ingredients, therefore it is very safe, yet effective to use.”

Harry nodded and carefully mimicked Snape’s moves of pouring out the soap and washing the cauldron. As Harry watched Snape, he began to think of how gorgeous the potions master\'s hands were. Damn, Harry thought, why am I thinking about HIM this way, he, he isn’t cute, no, he is sexy, NO, argh. Oh Merlin look at those hands, scrubbing the cauldron so roughly and carefully, I wish he’d handle me that way. AHHH no I don’t. I don’t I don’t. I do. Oh why do I have to get a crush on this bastard?

Snape had finished with his third cauldron, and Harry realized that he had barely finished his first, he blushed.

“Hmm,” Snape said looking at the cauldrons, “Go, Sit down in the chair I showed you earlier.”

Harry sat and watched as Snape took the cauldrons, one by one this time, into the back room. Upon his final return, Snape came out with a tray of what Harry recognized as tea, and cookies?

Snape transfigured a rat that happened to be scurrying across the floor, into another chair, and sat in it; placing the tray in-between Harry and himself on a small tea table.

“Tea?” Snape asked, holding the tea-pot in hand.
“Y-yes please.” Harry said, hesitantly.

Snape poured tea into the cup and handed Harry two cookies, then he poured himself some tea not taking any cookies for himself.

I wonder if he brought the cookies out just for me? Harry smiled, then realized just who he was sharing a drink with, and decided to keep his thoughts in the back of his mind.

“So Mr.Potter,” Snape said as he took a sip from his cup, “How long have you known that you were …gay.”

“Summer, I guess.” Harry answered, then took a sip from his own cup, oh my favorite, raspberry.

Just this summer, hm? I wonder if he’s a virgin?….Not that I care. Snape took another sip, then asked, “What does it taste like?”

“Huh?”

“Your tea, Potter, what flavor is it?”

“Raspberry, uh, but, aren’t they the same sir?”

Snape chuckled, “No.” Then paused. “Well. I guess. You wouldn’t know. Most probably have never seen one in action. You see my mother left me a great gift. Her tea cups. They magically change to suit the flavor the person drinking most desires, even if they ask for something else, they know, what the person wants, subconsciously.”

“Cool!”

Snape smirked.

“So..What does yours taste like?”

“Unicorn Blood.”

“What?!” Harry’s spit some tea out of his mouth.

“Disgusting Potter.” Snape frowned handing Harry a rag, then smirked, “actually, it’s peppermint.”

“You! You’re the one that’s disgusting!” Harry said in horror.

“I was just kidding Potter.”

“I know.” Harry said rolling his eyes, “Well, at first, I thought you were for real, but I know now.” Harry took a bite of his cookie before going on, “It…” He blushed, “It was nice to here you laugh, you know.”

Snape frowned, “Well, I didn’t mean too, and don’t expect me to do it again.”

“Aww professor, it’s okay to be human once in a while.” Harry sighed, “Do you. Do you, except gays?” Harry asked staring into his tea cup, are you gay?

“I suppose.” I suppose it’d be ludicrous if I didn’t!!

Harry nodded then sighed, “Look, I’m really sorry about the pensive thing last year. I know you might not believe me, but I really am, I even got mad at Sirius about it,” Harry suddenly had a lump in his throat, “and we sort of fought about it, I was angry with him, because he acted so stupid and like he hadn’t even grown up since then. But he had you know.” Harry braced himself to be thrown out of Snape’s rooms, and also tried to fight back his tears.

“I know Potter.”

“Huh?”

“I know you’re sorry, Potter. It, it doesn’t mean that, it wasn’t wrong, but, at least now, I truly know that you are sorry. And as for Sirius. I’m sorry Sirius died, I really am. He’d never believe it, but I cared for him, sort of a love-hate thing, although I certainly didn’t love him I suppose, I did care.” Snape was looking into his cup too.

Harry wiped his cheek of a tear that had escaped, “I really miss him.”

Snape looked up and wanted to comfort the boy but instead said, “It’s late. You could probably head back to Gryffindor without being noticed.”

“Oh, yeah.” Harry put down his tea cup and lifted his body off the chair,” I really love this chair you know.”

“It’s a comfortable chair.”

Harry nodded and head toward the door, “Goodnight professor.”

“Goodnight Potter.”