Hating me (Discontinued)

I sleep here, Harry

Harry

Harry snuggled further into the sheets. They were much more comfortable than usual - not the rough, thin blanket and the worn mattress he was used to. It didn't smell like stale sick and urine either, rather the strong scent of cinnamon...

He opened his eyes.
He wasn't in his cupboard, he was certain of that - it was far too bright after all. He felt around and came to contact with the twisted frames of his glasses, which he put on. They sat at an awkward angle on his nose. Had he broken them again?

He blinked at his surroundings. Pale, green walls came into focus, along with a bookshelf, which struggled to hold its many contents. He was lying in a double bed in the back of this room, under snowy, linen sheets.

He did not recognise this room and he blankly took in the grey carpet beneath his feet as he stood up. The door opened suddenly and he jumped.

"Harry?"

He groaned and rubbed the back of his head, which had smacked into the wall. His vision was blurry again and he felt around for his glasses.

A dark figure loomed above him,
"I apologise for my sudden entrance. It wasn't my intention to startle you."

"'S alright," Harry said, finally retrieving his glasses from under the bed.
His blood went cold.

"P-professor?"

"Good morning, Harry."

Harry gaped, "What are you doing here?"

Snape arched an eyebrow, "I sleep here."

"What?" Harry leapt to his feet, glancing anxiously at the bed.

"You are in my quarters, I thought it would be better to move you away from unwanted visitors."

"But...what?"

Snape sighed, exasperatedly.
"Harry, do you remember what happened last night?"

"Last night?"

"Yes."

"Uhhh," Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. What had happened yesterday?

"You don't remember?"

Harry shook his head.

Snape settled down beside him, causing Harry to scoot as far way from the man as possible. 

He hadn't exactly forgotten what had occurred yesterday evening - he could, at the very least, recall Snape discovering him in the midst of a panic attack and the sullen walk to detention straight afterwards, but nothing later than that.

Snape studied him for a moment, before reaching out towards his face. Harry flinched away and Snape's hand froze.

"Give me your glasses," he said.

"What?"

"Give me your glasses Potter."

Harry reluctantly handed his glasses over to the professor and squinted at the wand he had drawn from his sleeve.

"Reparo," Snape muttered, and handed the glasses back to him.

"Oh," Harry said, "Thank you sir."

Snape merely grunted in response before sighing again and rubbing a hand down his face.

"Po- Harry," he started slowly.

"Sna- Sir?"

Snape frowned but didn't say anything, "I have a few questions to ask you.."

Harry gulped, "What kind of questions?"