Oil and Water

Chapter 5

'Eavesdropping were you Mione?' Harry raised a brow at this friend

'No I wasn't, I just happened to hear the conversation, but I have to say that I knew this might happen' she said haughtily

'Not this again Hermione please' Harry pleaded 'I am sure there is a logical explanation for why he didn't show up'

'You mean an excuse for why he couldn't be bothered you mean' Hermione snipped

'Look I will sort it out it's nothing for you to worry about' Harry sighed heavily

'He is no good for you Harry he will only use you and hurt you' Hermione countered

'That's your opinion Hermione and you're entitled to it but please leave me to sort out my personal life' Harry said frustratedly

He turned away from his friend and walked up the stairs to his room. Once inside he locked and warded the door slumping down on his sofa closing his eyes.

Harry desperately wanted to believe that Hermione and Ron were wrong in their judgement of Severus and he hung on to the tendril of hope that still remained as if his life depended on it. But beneath the surface a sliver of doubt bubbled away like acid slowly eating away at the precious tendril he so wanted to be true.

Going in search of the some of the sweets he had purchased in Hogsmeade Harry slumped back down on the sofa and broke open a box of Bertie Botts every flavoured beans and shoved a handful into his mouth. Leaning forward he picked up the note and read the contents

Harry please let me explain will you come to my rooms so we can talk

Yours Severus

'No I will not come to your rooms so we can talk Snape' Harry spat shoving another handful of sweets into his mouth and chewing madly scrunching up the note and flinging it across the room in a fit of temper.

Sunday morning came and went and Harry had not appeared at Severus' door. He hadn't been in the hall for breakfast as the Potions Master had made a point in going merely just to see if Harry would be there.

He had gone to Harry's room and knocked on the portrait only to be told in no uncertain terms that he wasn't in and to kindly cease thumping away. Severus stalked back to his rooms muttering something about bloody stubborn Gryffindor under his breath.

Harry returned to his room Sunday afternoon having spent the morning with Draco and Neville in the Greenhouses helping Professor Sprout with a new shipment of rare plants she had received.

These plants had impeccable healing properties and were sought after by Healers and Mediwtiches and Wizards alike. Poppy often used them as restoratives in her potions for patients.

Pomona thought Harry might be interested as he was working closely with Poppy in the Infirmary.

His hands were caked in dirt and his clothes not fairing much better he was just about to open his door to go and shower when he spotted another note leaning against the rim of the door.

Bending down and scooping it up in his hands, Harry grumbled under his breath about persistent Professors and opened it to see what the latest missive from the Potions Master was about.

Harry please talk to me I miss you and so do my lips they are incredibly lonely without you

Severus

That was Harry's undoing, crumpling the note in his hand he stormed off in the direction of dungeons. I'll give him his lips are lonely, he'll be lucky if I don't hex the bloody things to another part of the globe and give him a trunk after this.