Chapter 11

A tense silence filled the room after the deparcher of Albus. Harry potter leaned back into the couch his eyes roving around his professors rooms. There was a hearth, a small red oak coffee table between him and his professor, to the far wall was a large book shelf, several doors which undoubtedly lead to the bathroom, the professors bedroom, and possible a study or closet. Or even a guest room. Harry's gaze turned back towards Severus. He was looking anywhere but at him, his cheeks lightly tinged pink. He wanted to smile he must be embarrassed about earlier. Harry coughed, grabbing his professors attention and disrupting the silence.

"So…." he said. There wasn't really much to say in this awkward silence. "About my newly acquired assistants job."

"Right" said Severus snapping out of his nervous daze, not that he was nervous about having the boy-who-lived in his rooms. Alone. With him. Okay so maybe there was a reason to be slightly nervous. Severus wasn't normally like this, it was the work of that evil horrid dream the author put in his nappy time. He could feel that distant heat that the dream brought on simmering under the surface of his skin waiting to be awakened again. Severus hoped not very soon, he did have his standards and rules. And that meant no fucking the students, especially the soon to be saviour of the wizarding world. "well this is certainly unexpected" Harry hummed his agreement. Severus glanced at the clock on the mantle above the hearth. It was the dinner hour.

"its dinner time, how about I send an owl to you later regarding the details of your new employment?" asked Severus. Harry's eyes glanced around before he nodded.

"sounds reasonable" he said. Severus smiled a little, he stood up and Harry followed his lead, with out asking or being told to, they walked to the great hall together.

The dungeon corridors were wet, dank and eerie to one who wasn't used to them, like Harry. The shadows danced on the walls from the small torches lined on small pegs lighting the path. The silence that engulfed them was as awkward, but it certainly was all that comfortable either. Harry snuck side glances up at Severus who stood at an astounding 6'3''. He noted his professors hair didn't look that greasy, but still limp, probably from the fumes of potions, probably killed the strands or dried them out. But he also noticed how tired his professor looked, he eyes were a little unfocused, slightly glazed over with sleep, it might have been a hot shot of him, Harry might have called those his bedroom eyes if it weren't for the reason on which they were appearing. His teacher was tired, exhausted all because he needed to spy on that piece of shit of a wizard. Harry could vaguely sympathize with him, often nights he spent awake from the visions of voldemort torturing innocent souls, muggles and wizards a alike. Harry turned his gaze ahead.

"Professor?" he called out softly. Severus turned a tired gaze towards his student. "are you okay?" Severus blinked, was that worry he heard in the boys voice. He couldn't much see his face, so he was a little unsure, a couple of years ago, Severus had found that the boys eyes told you everything. His mother had those eyes. He smiled faintly at the thought of his childhood friend, no matter what people believed, there was no romantic emotions between him and Lily Evens, just friendship. "I mean you look exhausted"

"I'm fine, Potter" he said. Harry nodded.

"Could you call me Harry sir?" he said, he looked towards his professor and saw that he had his eyebrow raised. Harry could feel a blush coming on. He looked away and hastily added, "I mean since we will be working together and everything." Severus chuckled at the boys nervousness. Harry's blush deepened when he heard the laugh, it was low and held so much appeal.

"Very well, as long as you call me Severus" replied Severus. "But only when we are working and not in class, do you understand" Harry nodded his head. They said there good-byes to each other at the top of the dungeon steps. Harry bid his professor good bye before he hurried ahead to the great hall. Severus watched after him, his eyes betraying him and roaming a little bit. He mentally slapped himself. He sighed, it was going to be one hell of a year.

TBC…………

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a/n: arg…sorry its short for after three years. Sorry for not updating in like three years, but I kinda forgot about. Got a new account, Pampers Baby Dry, you readers should check the stuff I got up there. And hopefully my writing has approved in the last three years. I will update again, I promise and I think it will be totally longer! Please leave a review see yha.

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