The Boy Who Ought To Be Dead - H.P

XX - The Chair of Mental Instability and Rashes

"Better three hours too soon than a minute too late"
-William Shakespeare
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Severus Snape woke up.

Not from a slumber, no, but from zoning out. He wished it was from a slumber, alas, a man is not so lucky.

He was in a foul mood already. It was seven in the morning and he already felt the homicidal ideation creep up on him.

Then again, he had not had his morning coffee. His soul was not yet complete without it.

So, at the protest of his body, he successfully pried himself off of his armchair. The only thing he ever gained from sitting on said chair was a rash and mental instability.

He walked over to the petite kitchen, knees complaining very loudly, and began making his coffee via his coffee machine he took much pride on.

As he inhaled a generous amount of oxygen through his abnormally large nostrils, the realisation that he has to, yet again, spend a long period of time with Harry Potter and his friends kicked him in the face.

As if the lack of sleep, looming threats and Albus Dumbledore was not enough to ruin one's mood, he had to surround himself with children. Parasitic children.

After what felt like decades, he finished making his morning coffee. He walked back to The Chair of Mental Instability and Rashes and slowly bent his aching knees; eventually, his bottom touched the chair.

He brought the cup of coffee to his lips and allowed himself to taste the swirl of flavours. If there wasn't anything else to live for, there was coffee.

Only minutes later, the drink had disappeared from the mug and had appeared in Severus' digestive track. It was amazing how a mere hot liquid can be rid of his homicidal ideation, he mused.

Sighing, he rose from The Chair of Mental Instability and Rashes and walked slowly to the kitchen again. Severus placed the now coffee-stained mug into the sink and decided that after some procrastination he would clean it. He could, of course, use magic to clean it, but he decided against it.

With the time now being around half seven, he was required to join his colleagues for breakfast in the Great Hall. Unfortunately for Severus and his short temper, his seat was next to the headmaster's.

After a moment of processing the fact that he had to be seated and remain civil within a metre of him, he decided that he might as well get it over and done with—that is, if he didn't shoot himself first.

*

Draco woke before Harry.

The time read '9:30' and he felt very well rested for the first time in a while.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed (very dramatically) and yawned. He looked back at the bed and saw Harry sleeping, seemingly calm and relaxed in said slumber.

His eyebrows weren't furrowed, which meant he wasn't tense, and his lips were parted ever so slightly. He found the sight very cute and also a bit sexy.

It took him five minutes to choose an outfit and put it on, he decided to do his girly skin and hair care routine later. Half an hour was not enough time at all.

Eventually, he inevitably decided he would wake Harry up. They had to be with Severus in around half an hour, and if they weren't they were royally fucked.

He leaned over the bed from where he stood and lightly nudged Harry. "Harry, it's time to get up."

"Hmm, what?" Harry mumbled, still not awake.

"You need to get up. Severus will kill us if we don't get there on time." Draco said somewhat playfully.

"Mmm, I don't wanna get up." Harry complained and pulled the duvet over him more.

Draco sighed. "Fine. But if we get there late, I'm gonna tell Severus that you were the reason."

Now that he thought about it, he should have led with that; Harry shot up from the blankets and stood, swaying on his feet.

"You slimy git! I swear on Merlin's chapped lips I will break up with you if you do that!" Harry exclaimed.

Draco's mouth was wide open as his brain was mush. Harry's raspy voice and angry tone was the sexiest thing he had ever heard, not to mention he was wearing nothing but boxers. He couldn't help but stare.

"Draco! Did you even hear me?" He said, rubbing his eyes to be rid of the blurriness.

"Huh? What did you say?" Draco mumbled as he looked up from Harry's boxers to his face.

"What...oh." Harry realised what had made Draco at a loss for words. He scoffed. "You horny bastard!"

"I-I'm not sorry." Draco stuttered. He was still at a loss for words.

He snorted. "Of course you're not, you have no shame, do you? Well, since you woke me up and stared me down, you can make me a cup of tea." He spoke with cheek in his voice.

"Fine. Just hurry up, we have to go soon." Draco said, about to leave the room.

"Says the guy who spent three minutes gawking at me." Harry retorted. He sounded angry, but he loved the feeling of being admired by Draco.

Draco blushed, but said, "you know you love it, you handsome prick."

Harry stood frozen in his place. It was his turn to blush. Luckily Draco left the room before he could see how flustered he made him.

*

Draco knocked on Severus' door, slightly hesitant.

The door swung open, sending a gust of wind their way. There stood an angry Severus Snape.

"You are late." He said, voice slow and monotone.

Harry scoffed, "only by a minute!"

"Do you know what I could have achieved during that minute?" He spoke, his voice cold (playful, yet not).

"Find another innocent child and inflict terror onto them?" Draco mumbled sarcastically.

"Indeed, yes." He responded.

"Right..." Harry spoke. "Is everyone else here?"

"Yes. You are the last, as expected." Severus drawled.

"Such low expectations, Professor." Harry teased.

"Enough with the cheek, Potter. I am helping you." He spoke truthfully.

"Oh, right. That you are." Harry finished and the two of them walked into Severus' quarters.

"Harry!" Hermione spoke happily. She ran up to him and hugged him.

"Hey, 'Mione! You are happy to see me." Harry spoke with a laugh.

"Of course I am!" She said, pulling away from the hug.

"Hey, mate." Ron spoke, "I told her that we spoke last night, she is just happy that we made up."

"Ah, that makes sense." Harry nodded in understanding.

"Good morning to you as well, Draco." She spoke to the blond.

"Good morning, Hermione, Weasley." He greeted, Ron greeted him back.

"Now that we are much behind schedule, we shall begin what has burdened my ever so peaceful morning." Severus spoke as he looked over at Harry.

And just like that, Harry's cheery mood was gone. Must have been The Chair of Mental Instability and Rashes.

*

Wow, I am alive 😱😱😱

This chapter must be like three months away from the last, and I finally found the motivation to write it. Thank God.

Question, flavoured air or cigarettes?