Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: A continuation of day before yesterday. They won't get out of my head!

Day Thirty-Nine: 

Harry made his way downstairs, taking two wrong turns in the process. Really, what one man could do with a manor as large as this one, he had no idea. He couldn't actually utilize more than a quarter of the space therein. He found himself following his nose to the kitchen, where he discovered the man seated at the table, his thin fingers wrapped tightly around a teacup. It was if he was floating away, and his hold on that tiny piece of china was keeping him anchored to the spot. Harry cleared his throat, awkwardly. He was suddenly keenly aware that his hair was still wet, and grimaced as a drop of cold water made its way down his neck. 

Severus motioned to the chair before him, indicating that Harry should sit. "Tea, Mr. Potter?" Harry chanced a small smile. "I think, under the circumstances, Harry would suffice just fine," he stated quietly. "Tea sounds amazing, thank you." Severus nodded shortly, sweeping out of his chair, and preparing the kettle, mechanically. Harry settled back in the surprisingly comfortable chair. He kept his eyes on his professor, watching him, curiously. He had never seen Severus so... domestic, before. Severus placed the steaming cup before him, settling back to his tea in record time. 

"Well, Harry," Severus cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the informality. "Once you've finished your tea, shall I escort you back to the castle?" Severus was shocked by the sheer speed the blood drained from his face. The pale, colorless skin made his eyes seem that much brighter. The boy seemed frozen in place once more. "Or, you could stay here, if you like. There is plenty of space for the both of us," Severus hurried out. Harry released the breath he'd been holding. He nodded, taking a sip from his cup, scalding his tongue in the process."Yes, I think I'd like that," he said quietly.