Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Ten

Harry sat on a dark marble countertop, swinging his legs and humming quietly.

"Stop that." Draco snapped.

Harry was visiting Draco's Potions shop. It was the day before the shop would open to the public, and Draco was more than a little stressed.

Harry sighed.

"Sorry. I was just thinking about things."

"Wow. You? Thinking? I would've never guessed."

"Shut up." Harry muttered.

Draco's bad mood was incredibly contagious. He was like a ball of nervous energy, ready to explode at any second.

"Draco, the shop looks perfect. Why don't you take a break?"

Draco whirled around to face him, rage clear on his face.

"It has to be better than perfect! I'm a Death Eater, Potter. No one's going to want to come here, especially if it's less than perfect! I don't have time for a break."

"Come on. You're not a Death Eater, and I already told you that I would endorse your shop. Are you really that worried about business?"

"Yes! And I don't want your "endorsement." Now get off my counter."

Harry hopped off the counter, and gently placed a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Hey. I'm not going to let your shop go under, you know that."

Draco shrugged his hand off, scowling.

"I don't want your charity."

"It's not charity. Actually, I was wondering if you'd help me with something in return."

Draco raised a blond eyebrow, his scowl fading slightly.

"I want you to help me study Potions."

"Merlin, Harry. Couldn't you have asked for something less....impossible?"

Harry lightly slapped his arm.

"Come on. I'll help you with your business, you help me with potions?"

Draco chewed his lip for a moment, considering the deal. Really, what did he have to lose?

"Fine. Now let's go take that break."

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now let's go before I change my mind."

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"So what is it you've been sulking about all day?" Draco asked, calmly taking a sip of his coffee.

They were back at the muggle cafe that Harry had began to think of as "theirs", though he was horrified as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

"I am not sulking." He protested.

"Harry, come on. Spill it. You've been glaring at the floor for hours, and you've hardly said a word all day."

Harry looked away from Draco's burning gaze, and into his cup of tea.

"It's stupid." He mumbled.