Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Three

Note: Happy New Year Everyone! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

The following day, Harry woke up around noon. He had left the wedding reception around 2am, exhausted. He had been relieved to see that Snape had already gone to bed, and had not been waiting up on him.

Harry blinked blearily at the clock on his wall, surprised he had slept in so late. He trudged downstairs and began to brew a pot of coffee. He didn't usually drink coffee, but today he decided he needed something a bit stronger than tea.

The smell of coffee lured Snape out of the living room, and into the kitchen. He slid elegantly into one of the kitchen table chairs, and shot Harry an expectant look.

Harry wasn't sure if he felt exasperated or amused, though he supposed it was a mixture of both. Snape clearly expected him to make coffee or tea for him every morning.

Harry let out a small sigh.

"Will you take your coffee black again?" He asked.

Snape glared, looking unimpressed.

"Obviously..." He drawled.

Snape would never admit it, but he actually rather enjoyed his coffee with cream and sugar. When he was in his private quarters, he always poured an excessive amount of sugar into his coffee, but in public, he took it black. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

Harry however, seemed to see right through him.

"You take sugar in your tea, and it's not nearly as bitter as coffee. Are you sure you don't want me to add cream or sugar?"

"Potter, how many times do we have to have this conversation? I take my coffee black."

Harry shot him a doubtful expression, but handed him a mug of black coffee anyway.

He walked to a kitchen cabinet, and pulled out a package of goldfish. He began to shovel them into his mouth, and Snape stared at him disdain.

"And what, pray tell, are those?" He asked.

Harry glanced down at the bag, then back up at Snape.

"Goldfish." He responded simply.

Snape stared at the crackers in disgust.

"Another muggle food, no doubt."

Harry shrugged.

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Muggles eat such repulsive things." He muttered, still eyeing the fish.

Harry shrugged again, and shoved the package of crackers back into the kitchen cabinet. He would eat a real lunch later.

After pouring his own mug of coffee, Harry slid into the chair across from Snape.

"I'm surprised you didn't already brew a cup of tea. It's already noon, after all." Harry commented, trying to get a conversation started.

Snape raised a single black eyebrow.

"And who says I didn't?"