Sixth Year

Notes: normally i don\'t make Hermione so stupid, or bitchy, but this was fun. This is also my favorite chappy! It\'s so cute! I think.

Chapter 7: Hermione is a bitch, indeed.

That afternoon Harry looked forward to spending time with his best mate. But first he had business to take care of.

He snuck into the Room of Requirements. Ahh just what he needed.
Swords, blades, and dive rents knives and daggers laid out before him. Harry gasped in awe of the sight of beauty before him. He dragged his finger tips over a sword. Much to beautiful for someone like me. Harry picked up a dagger. It was small, compared to the others, but it was very sharp. Harry grinned and brought it up to his shoulder. One little cut, that’s all. I promise. He sliced. Ohh it feels good. He felt his whole body shiver under the pain and joy. He smiled. Just one more. To balance it out of course, he reasoned. And brought the dagger up to his other shoulder blade, making another cut of equal size. It bleed and he let it, until he was content.

Harry walked to Gryffindor Common room; he was going to meet Ron in front of the fireplace. He felt a little ashamed after his cuttings in the ROR but it was okay, Ron had no idea what was going on.

“Hey Ron.” Harry smiled as he walked into the common room.

“Um. He-Hey” Ron squeaked, he sounded like Neville.

“Is something wrong?”

“Well…uh…I’ve got really good news, and-uh…really terrible news.”

“Just spill it Ron!” Harry said, not so much angry as hurt.

“Well I talked to Hermione after classes and she asked me to be her boyfriend. And she said that if I am her boyfriend, I can’t be your friend.” Ron said fiercely but then quieted, “And I told her I would be her boyfriend.”

“Of course you did.” Harry spat, then walked right out the common room cursing.

It wasn’t until Harry was in the Quidditch field that Harry allowed himself to cry, it had been raining and was going on and off that day, so he knew no one would be particularly interested in flying.

An hour had past and Harry was still sobbing on and off. Suddenly, he was startled by a hand that fell upon his shoulders.

“Shit!”

“Potter. Language.” Snape snapped with sad eyes. He did not like seeing the boy with so many tears.

“Sorry Sir.” He sniffed, “But you startled me.”

“I know Potter.” Snape sat on the wet grass next to Harry, which really shocked the boy.

“wh-wha-what?”

“Potter, I don’t understand Imbecile.”

Harry smiled, sniffed, and then let himself lay his head on his professor’s lap.

Harry awoke sometime later, in a warm….bed?...no, it was a couch. But he didn’t recognize it. It was a dark blue color, soft, velvet, it felt good. His clothes were dry. So had be been asleep long? He didn’t remember having them spelled dried?

“You’re awake Mr. Potter.” It wasn’t a question.

Harry looked up, for the first time, Snape was sitting not to far from the couch, he was sitting in a matching recliner.

“I hope you don’t mind, I spell dried your clothes while you slept.”

Harry shook his head, “What happened?”

“Well, I found you crying out in the Quidditch pitch, I sat down beside you, You uttered some nonsense, and then fell asleep in my lap. I do not recall giving you permission to touch my person but nonetheless you were there faster then I could say Avada Kedavra.” Snape smirked.

Harry blushed, “Sorry. I was just so tiered, From crying mostly. And I feel…felt…safe. I knew everything would be okay because you were there to protect me.” He blushed harder.

Snape decided not to comment on that.
“So what happened?”

“Huh?” Harry sat up.

“Why were you crying on the Quidditch pitch, in the rain no less.” Snape rolled his eyes.

“Oh. It.” He sighed, “It was stupid Ron. He, well we made up. And then, then…then he….he basically said he had to make a choice between our friendship and a relationship with the bitch and he chose the bitch.”

“I’m assuming you mean Miss. Granger.”

“Yes.”

“He’s only a teenager.”

Harry laughed sarcastically, “Yeah, and supposedly so am I! Yet I’m expected to do so much more!”

“Harry…”

Harry looked his professor in the eye.

“…I don’t, I can’t know what to say. But I know this is a hard time for you. Not that I know about everything your going through, because I don’t. But at least when it comes to, your coming out, to your friends, I can relate to that. I had to do it too. And it wasn’t pleasant for me either.”

“…”

“So. Yes. Harry. Yes. I’m gay.”

“…”

“Would you like some tea Harry?”

“Yes please.” He whispered.

Snape nodded.

The two sipped their tea in silence. Harry sipping Peppermint and Severus Raspberry.

It was only nine when Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes in tiredness.

“Sleepy?” Snape asked, looking down from a book he had started to read.

Harry smiled, sleepy was not a word he had ever expected to come out of Snape’s mouth. “Yeah, I guess.” He yawned again. “Can I please stay here tonight? The couch is plenty comfortable”

Sev looked at the boy, He knew he shouldn’t, but…. “Alright, but only for tonight. In the morning we can tell a house-elf to bring you some clothes so you can shower and change before you leave.”

Harry smiled.

“I have to go tuck my 1st years in. I’ll be back soon.”

Harry was left in the room with his mouth open.

When Snape returned, nearly an hour later, Harry was dreadfully tiered, but he had a question for Snape.

“Still awake, young man?” Snape smirked, but he was surprised, Harry had seemed so tiered when he left.

“You tuck your 1st years in!” Harry gasped.

“Ah.” So that’s why he’s till up. “Yes. Why does that surprise you so much?”

“Uh Hello, Your Severus Snape, the EVIL potion’s master. Former Death Eater. Tucking in students, should not be your thing.”

Severus smiled, “Well, some of my students come from homes where they’ve never had the privilege of being ‘tucked in’ or things of that nature, and they enjoy the comfort. It makes them feel good, helps build self-esteem and self-worth, even some of the older students, like it. And don’t tell anyone, but one of the older one’s includes Young Mr. Malfoy.”

Harry’s mouth hung.

“You look utterly ridiculous when you do that Potter. Goodnight.” Sev was about to make his way towards his room when he heard a squeak.

“Hey. Professor.”

“Hm.”

“Can…can you tuck me in too?” Harry said, blushing.

Snape slowly turned around, wondering if Harry was joking, but seeing no lie in the boy’s face, he made his way over and tucked him in, Harry smiled as the long elegant fingers lightly touched his face.

“I never had anyone to tuck me in either Professor.”

“I know Potter.” Sev sighed, his voice smooth and caring.

Severus slowly caressed Harry’s face, making slow, but consistent circles. Harry fell asleep within five minutes. And when Sev heard Harry’s breathing even out, and was sure he was asleep he whispered, “Goodnight Harry.” And walked to bed.