Notes: This chapter was a bit rushed, but I really wanted to squeeze in a few more updates before Christmas. Hope you enjoy it!
"We have leftover cookies, if you want them..." Harry offered, sitting down next to Snape on the living room couch.
Snape sniffed.
"I am not eating a cookie shaped like a man. That's repulsive."
"They're gingerbread men...."
"It's still repulsive."
"Says the Ex-Death Eater..."
Snape scowled, and Harry fought the urge to grin.
It was 6 days after Christmas, and things were finally starting to become a little less tense between the two of them.
They slowly stopped avoiding each other, and began to settle into a routine. Harry made tea for the two of them every morning, and then they would usually go their separate ways for the afternoon. Harry usually left the house, often going to visit his friends and Teddy. In the evening, they occasionally brewed together, Snape working on his experiments, and Harry working on Potions for Draco's shop.
Harry had taken to leaving Potions instructions scattered about the house, as he knew Snape wouldn't be able to resist "fixing" them.
Snape hadn't seemed to catch on yet, and Harry secretly hoped that he never would. He rather enjoyed having a revised copy of instructions for brewing.
Snape was flipping through some notes, sipping on the tea Harry had just made.
"What are you working on?" Harry asked curiously.
"A potion to combat the effects of Alihotsy Draught." Snape replied, without looking up.
"Hm. Is the Alihotsy Draught really used all that much?"
"No, but if it does happen to be used on you, you would want a potion to combat the effects immediately. The potion causes severe hysteria, and there is no known cure. You simply have to wait for the potion to exit your system, and that can take hours."
Harry nodded, though personally, he thought that there were better Potions Snape could invent.
He wasn't sure if having an ex professor in his house was beneficial or tedious. A mixture of both, he supposed. Every conversation that they had together seemed to comprise of a Potions lesson in some form or another, but Harry didn't particularly mind. He was just thankful that Snape was taking to him at all.
"Potter, is there any parchment nearby?" Snape asked, glancing distractedly around the room.
"Uh..."
"Never mind. Just get me a pen."
"A pen?" Harry echoed.
"Yes, a pen. Are you incapable of following simple instructions now?"
"No, but-"
"Stop jabbering and grab it." Snape barked.
Harry quickly sprang to his feet, and half ran to the kitchen drawer that contained a few pens. Why Snape wanted to use a muggle writing utensil, Harry wasn't sure.
He handed the pen to Snape, who glared in response.
"You're welcome..." Harry muttered, but Snape wasn't paying attention.
To his bewilderment, Snape had rolled up the sleeve of his robe and was jotting down notes on his forearm.
"What is it that you're doing exactly?" Harry questioned.
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