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October
October
7.
“I thought I’d freeze my butt out there.”
“Did you?”
“No, but came pretty damn close.”
“Hm-m.”
“Your Slytherins. Arguing every point like that.” Takes a big mouthful of his tea. Swallows. “Oh, this is better.”
Fingers curled around the cup with dark steaming liquid.
“You do not look too hot either.” Pointing at his cloak in the hook in the corner. “That thing couldn’t be all that warm.”
“Have you heard about warming charms, Potter?”
“Is that how you do it?”
Raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t forgotten you are a wizard, have you?”
A bit defensively, “It is hard to localize those spells.”
Sneers, “Practice, Potter, makes perfect.”
Frowns, but then burst in laughter. “I can’t believe that after so many years, you still trying to teach me.”
“Somebody has to.”
Still smiling, “Right.” Takes another swallow of his tea. “This is good tea.”
“Potter, it is the same brand they serve in the Great Hall.”
“It is?” Drinks some more. “Seems to taste better.”
Glances at him, then away. “Aren’t you meeting Ms. Granger today?”
Checks the time. “Oh, right, I should be going.” Remains in his seat. Drinks some more tea.
“Is it a dinner today?”
“Yeah. Ronnie is at the Burrow, so we can go out a bit later than we usually do.” Puts the empty cup down. Stretches. “Hermione found this new place – a wizard-run Muggle restaurant. Am not sure what the difference is, but I guess I’ll find out pretty soon.”
“The food should be better than in wizarding establishments, and the service is better than in Muggle ones.”
“Really?”
Shrugs.
“Sound good.” Finally gets up. “So, you’re sure you don’t want to join us?”
“Absolutely.”
“Even knowing what a wonderful place we are going to?
“Even then.”
“Why? Out of all the friends I have, I always thought you and Hermione…uh, you know, could talk.”
“Talk?”
“Yeah, like discuss things - obscure spell, books.” Smiles. “I am totally useless at that.”
“I can imagine.”
“So?”
“No. Somehow, I don’t believe that Ms. Granger is seeking discussions of the sort when meeting with you.”
“But…”
“Go, Potter, you’ll be late.”
“Snape…”
“No.”
Stops at the door. “One day I will stop asking you.”
“I sure hope so.” The sound of closing door. “Harry…”
8.
“Snape.”
Glances at him. “You look disgustingly Muggle tonight.”
“I do?” Smiles shyly. “Well, I am not staying.”
Another glance.
“I am actually on my way out.” Runs his hand through his somewhat tamed hair. “I have a date.”
“I see.”
“Remember that waiter I told you about? The aspiring actor? The one Hermione said was too handsome to wait tables?”
Shrugs nonchalantly.
“Anyway, I got an owl from him this morning. So…” Zips his leather jacket. Unzips it. “How do I look?”
“Definitely Muggle.”
Impatiently, “You know what I mean.”
Raises the brow.
“Oh, come on, it is a date, Snape. I want to leave a good impression.”
The brow remains raised.
“Snape?” Straightens his jacket, buttons and unbuttons the collar of his shirt.
Smirks. “Potter, if you keep your mouth shut, you’ll do just fine. Then again, he is only a waiter…”
“Temporarily.”
“Of course.”
Zips and unzips his jacket again. Hesitates. “I am going, then.”
“Go.”
“Right.”
Frowns at the sound of closing door.
9.
“Snape.”
Looks up from the book and takes in his appearance. “Hm.”
“Yeah, I am going out with Michael again.”
“Michael?”
“You know, the waiter…”
Closes the book.
“He prefers to keep away from the wizarding establishments.”
“He does?”
“Yeah. And you know, it is probably a good idea. Have you noticed there was nothing about me in the papers this week?”
“Yes, people were wondering.”
“They were?”
“Of course.”
“Oh.” Thinks for a moment. “Still, nothing is better than all those made up stories they never seemed to be tired of printing.”
Looks at him pensively. “If you say so.”
“Definitely.”
Looks down at his book. “Very well.”
“Right.” Rolls on the balls of his feet. “So, had to go and buy a whole bunch of stuff.” Waves his hand vaguely over his new coat. “Hate shopping.”
Smirks.
“What, being gay doesn’t automatically makes me…”
“Potter.”
“Right.” Takes a deep breath. “I just want him to...”
“What? Admire your wardrobe?”
“No!” Gulps. “Well…”
“Potter, you fret too much.”
“I do?” Frowns. “I guess. It’s probably because Michael is... He is… I don’t know…”
Glances at him.
Rubs his hands, then shoves them in his pockets. “Ah.” Takes out a small package, wrapped in brown paper that is slightly frayed on edges. Quickly enlarges it. “This is a book Hermione sent you. ‘ve been carrying it around for a while now. Sorry, it was neater when she gave it to me. Here.”
Takes the package. Looks at it, then questioningly at him.
“I think it’s something about potion development or something. Hermione got a couple of free copies from the publisher.” Points at the package. “She said it’s not out yet, but you might enjoy being one of the firsts ones to read it.”
Turns the package in his hands. “Is a formal acknowledgment required?”
Shrugs. “Don’t think so. If you want to. I already told her you said thank you.” Returns to the door. “I should go.”
“Of course.”
“Right. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Leaves.
Looks at the package in his hand for a long time. Then slowly and carefully runs his hand over it, as if caressing it.
10.
“Snape! Snape!” Bumps into the armchair. “Shit! Who put this damn thing,” hiccups, “in the middle of the room?!”
Rushes out of the bedroom.
“Snape, where are you?”
“Potter?” Waves his wand to light the candles. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah, there you are.” Grins, then frowns. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“Pardon?”
Grins again, sways on his feet, and gestures around the room, “You. Dark.”
“Potter, what are you doing here?”
“Ha- ha,” pretends to laugh, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “I came to see you?”
Looks at him suspiciously.
“What?” Another fit of giggles. “I missed you.”
Slightly irritated, “Potter, you saw me this morning.”
“Oh, you know what I mean.” Finally, manages to stop giggling. “I miss this.” Motions his head in a jerky circle. Sways, almost loosing his balance, grabs the back of the armchair. “You, me, sitting, drinking. Talking.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” Pouting, “You didn’t even ask me to,” hiccups, “go collect ingredients with you this month.” Hiccups again.
“I was simply taking into consideration your busy social schedule.”
“Oh yeah? Good. Tonight I cut short my busy…” frowns, thinks for a moment, then, “whatever…” Flops into the armchair.
Steps closer. “Potter, do you know what time it is?”
“Time? Does it matter?”
“For you, apparently, it doesn’t. However, I’d like to have a full night sleep.”
“What, it is late?” Makes several unsuccessful attempts to steady his hands enough to check the time on his wristwatch.
Sarcastically, “No, Potter, it’s not late. In fact, it is too bloody early.”
“It is?” Finally manages to look at the watch. Whistles surprised.
“Indeed.”
Looks at him. Takes in his appearance. Thoughtfully, “Oh, that is why…” Hiccups.
Pulls the dressing gown tighter around his middle.
Grins. “I’ve seen that night shirt.”
Scowls.
“Back when I was in school. Is this the same one?” Laughs happily.
Quietly, through the clenched teeth, “Potter, I believe it is time for you to be on your way.”
“What, you throwing me out?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Damn, Snape, I came to see you,” hiccups, “ interrupted my busy…you know…”
“I am eternally grateful for your sacrifice. Now, up.” Determinedly walks to the fireplace.
Slowly climbs out of the armchair. Notices his movement. “Oh, no, Snape, you can’t send me through Floo.”
Grabs the Floo powder. “You imagined I’d drag you through the castle like that?”
“Well, I would walk.” Sways on his feet.
“I have serious doubts.”
“Come on, Snape, you know how much I hate to Floo.” Hiccups.
“Potter, you’re wearing my patience thin.”
Obediently heads to the fireplace, murmuring, “No consideration, no regard…”
“Hurry up. You can enjoy your wallowing in your own rooms.”
Shoots him a glare. “I am not…” Stumbles, his body lurches forward. Grabs onto him to break the fall.
“Potter!”
Heaves a sigh of relief, the face pressed into his chest. “Mmm.”
“What?”
“You smell good.” Hiccups.
“Potter!” Tries to free himself.
Gripping him tighter, buries his nose into his dressing gown. “Mmm.”
Somewhat panicky, “Potter, unhand me immediately!”
Hiccups. “Oh, right.” Leans away from him, almost falling backwards.
Swears, grabs his shoulder to steady him.
Grins. “Sorry, Snape, but you do.”
“What?”
“Smell good.” Hiccups.
Scowls. Angrily throws the Floo powder into the fireplace. “Professor Potter’s quarters!” Thrusts him into the green flames.
Disappears.
Stands alone, breathing heavily. Then scoops more Floo powder. Scowls at the hand that holds the powder. Swears. Scowls some more. Finally uncurls the fingers and watches the powder streams back into its box.
7.
“I thought I’d freeze my butt out there.”
“Did you?”
“No, but came pretty damn close.”
“Hm-m.”
“Your Slytherins. Arguing every point like that.” Takes a big mouthful of his tea. Swallows. “Oh, this is better.”
Fingers curled around the cup with dark steaming liquid.
“You do not look too hot either.” Pointing at his cloak in the hook in the corner. “That thing couldn’t be all that warm.”
“Have you heard about warming charms, Potter?”
“Is that how you do it?”
Raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t forgotten you are a wizard, have you?”
A bit defensively, “It is hard to localize those spells.”
Sneers, “Practice, Potter, makes perfect.”
Frowns, but then burst in laughter. “I can’t believe that after so many years, you still trying to teach me.”
“Somebody has to.”
Still smiling, “Right.” Takes another swallow of his tea. “This is good tea.”
“Potter, it is the same brand they serve in the Great Hall.”
“It is?” Drinks some more. “Seems to taste better.”
Glances at him, then away. “Aren’t you meeting Ms. Granger today?”
Checks the time. “Oh, right, I should be going.” Remains in his seat. Drinks some more tea.
“Is it a dinner today?”
“Yeah. Ronnie is at the Burrow, so we can go out a bit later than we usually do.” Puts the empty cup down. Stretches. “Hermione found this new place – a wizard-run Muggle restaurant. Am not sure what the difference is, but I guess I’ll find out pretty soon.”
“The food should be better than in wizarding establishments, and the service is better than in Muggle ones.”
“Really?”
Shrugs.
“Sound good.” Finally gets up. “So, you’re sure you don’t want to join us?”
“Absolutely.”
“Even knowing what a wonderful place we are going to?
“Even then.”
“Why? Out of all the friends I have, I always thought you and Hermione…uh, you know, could talk.”
“Talk?”
“Yeah, like discuss things - obscure spell, books.” Smiles. “I am totally useless at that.”
“I can imagine.”
“So?”
“No. Somehow, I don’t believe that Ms. Granger is seeking discussions of the sort when meeting with you.”
“But…”
“Go, Potter, you’ll be late.”
“Snape…”
“No.”
Stops at the door. “One day I will stop asking you.”
“I sure hope so.” The sound of closing door. “Harry…”
8.
“Snape.”
Glances at him. “You look disgustingly Muggle tonight.”
“I do?” Smiles shyly. “Well, I am not staying.”
Another glance.
“I am actually on my way out.” Runs his hand through his somewhat tamed hair. “I have a date.”
“I see.”
“Remember that waiter I told you about? The aspiring actor? The one Hermione said was too handsome to wait tables?”
Shrugs nonchalantly.
“Anyway, I got an owl from him this morning. So…” Zips his leather jacket. Unzips it. “How do I look?”
“Definitely Muggle.”
Impatiently, “You know what I mean.”
Raises the brow.
“Oh, come on, it is a date, Snape. I want to leave a good impression.”
The brow remains raised.
“Snape?” Straightens his jacket, buttons and unbuttons the collar of his shirt.
Smirks. “Potter, if you keep your mouth shut, you’ll do just fine. Then again, he is only a waiter…”
“Temporarily.”
“Of course.”
Zips and unzips his jacket again. Hesitates. “I am going, then.”
“Go.”
“Right.”
Frowns at the sound of closing door.
9.
“Snape.”
Looks up from the book and takes in his appearance. “Hm.”
“Yeah, I am going out with Michael again.”
“Michael?”
“You know, the waiter…”
Closes the book.
“He prefers to keep away from the wizarding establishments.”
“He does?”
“Yeah. And you know, it is probably a good idea. Have you noticed there was nothing about me in the papers this week?”
“Yes, people were wondering.”
“They were?”
“Of course.”
“Oh.” Thinks for a moment. “Still, nothing is better than all those made up stories they never seemed to be tired of printing.”
Looks at him pensively. “If you say so.”
“Definitely.”
Looks down at his book. “Very well.”
“Right.” Rolls on the balls of his feet. “So, had to go and buy a whole bunch of stuff.” Waves his hand vaguely over his new coat. “Hate shopping.”
Smirks.
“What, being gay doesn’t automatically makes me…”
“Potter.”
“Right.” Takes a deep breath. “I just want him to...”
“What? Admire your wardrobe?”
“No!” Gulps. “Well…”
“Potter, you fret too much.”
“I do?” Frowns. “I guess. It’s probably because Michael is... He is… I don’t know…”
Glances at him.
Rubs his hands, then shoves them in his pockets. “Ah.” Takes out a small package, wrapped in brown paper that is slightly frayed on edges. Quickly enlarges it. “This is a book Hermione sent you. ‘ve been carrying it around for a while now. Sorry, it was neater when she gave it to me. Here.”
Takes the package. Looks at it, then questioningly at him.
“I think it’s something about potion development or something. Hermione got a couple of free copies from the publisher.” Points at the package. “She said it’s not out yet, but you might enjoy being one of the firsts ones to read it.”
Turns the package in his hands. “Is a formal acknowledgment required?”
Shrugs. “Don’t think so. If you want to. I already told her you said thank you.” Returns to the door. “I should go.”
“Of course.”
“Right. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Leaves.
Looks at the package in his hand for a long time. Then slowly and carefully runs his hand over it, as if caressing it.
10.
“Snape! Snape!” Bumps into the armchair. “Shit! Who put this damn thing,” hiccups, “in the middle of the room?!”
Rushes out of the bedroom.
“Snape, where are you?”
“Potter?” Waves his wand to light the candles. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah, there you are.” Grins, then frowns. “Why are you sitting in the dark?”
“Pardon?”
Grins again, sways on his feet, and gestures around the room, “You. Dark.”
“Potter, what are you doing here?”
“Ha- ha,” pretends to laugh, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “I came to see you?”
Looks at him suspiciously.
“What?” Another fit of giggles. “I missed you.”
Slightly irritated, “Potter, you saw me this morning.”
“Oh, you know what I mean.” Finally, manages to stop giggling. “I miss this.” Motions his head in a jerky circle. Sways, almost loosing his balance, grabs the back of the armchair. “You, me, sitting, drinking. Talking.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” Pouting, “You didn’t even ask me to,” hiccups, “go collect ingredients with you this month.” Hiccups again.
“I was simply taking into consideration your busy social schedule.”
“Oh yeah? Good. Tonight I cut short my busy…” frowns, thinks for a moment, then, “whatever…” Flops into the armchair.
Steps closer. “Potter, do you know what time it is?”
“Time? Does it matter?”
“For you, apparently, it doesn’t. However, I’d like to have a full night sleep.”
“What, it is late?” Makes several unsuccessful attempts to steady his hands enough to check the time on his wristwatch.
Sarcastically, “No, Potter, it’s not late. In fact, it is too bloody early.”
“It is?” Finally manages to look at the watch. Whistles surprised.
“Indeed.”
Looks at him. Takes in his appearance. Thoughtfully, “Oh, that is why…” Hiccups.
Pulls the dressing gown tighter around his middle.
Grins. “I’ve seen that night shirt.”
Scowls.
“Back when I was in school. Is this the same one?” Laughs happily.
Quietly, through the clenched teeth, “Potter, I believe it is time for you to be on your way.”
“What, you throwing me out?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Damn, Snape, I came to see you,” hiccups, “ interrupted my busy…you know…”
“I am eternally grateful for your sacrifice. Now, up.” Determinedly walks to the fireplace.
Slowly climbs out of the armchair. Notices his movement. “Oh, no, Snape, you can’t send me through Floo.”
Grabs the Floo powder. “You imagined I’d drag you through the castle like that?”
“Well, I would walk.” Sways on his feet.
“I have serious doubts.”
“Come on, Snape, you know how much I hate to Floo.” Hiccups.
“Potter, you’re wearing my patience thin.”
Obediently heads to the fireplace, murmuring, “No consideration, no regard…”
“Hurry up. You can enjoy your wallowing in your own rooms.”
Shoots him a glare. “I am not…” Stumbles, his body lurches forward. Grabs onto him to break the fall.
“Potter!”
Heaves a sigh of relief, the face pressed into his chest. “Mmm.”
“What?”
“You smell good.” Hiccups.
“Potter!” Tries to free himself.
Gripping him tighter, buries his nose into his dressing gown. “Mmm.”
Somewhat panicky, “Potter, unhand me immediately!”
Hiccups. “Oh, right.” Leans away from him, almost falling backwards.
Swears, grabs his shoulder to steady him.
Grins. “Sorry, Snape, but you do.”
“What?”
“Smell good.” Hiccups.
Scowls. Angrily throws the Floo powder into the fireplace. “Professor Potter’s quarters!” Thrusts him into the green flames.
Disappears.
Stands alone, breathing heavily. Then scoops more Floo powder. Scowls at the hand that holds the powder. Swears. Scowls some more. Finally uncurls the fingers and watches the powder streams back into its box.