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Harry woke up the next morning to faint snores coming from the chair next to his bed.
He blinked blearily, and made a small noise of surprise when he noticed Snape, who was half laying on his bed, his arms crossed underneath his head.
It looked incredibly uncomfortable, Harry thought. Snape would probably complain for days about having to sleep on a hard wooden chair.
Except he didn't have to stay.
The thought hit Harry harder than he expected it to.
Well, it's not like he stayed on purpose. He probably just fell asleep.
Next to him, Snape began to move about, letting out a soft sigh as he did so.
His black eyes blinked open slowly, and he stared at Harry in confusion.
"Harry?" He asked, before he could stop himself.
Harry jumped slightly at his name, and desperately tried to ignore the way his heart began to pound painfully in his chest.
"Yeah?" Harry replied, shifting awkwardly.
Snape sat up, cringing slightly at the pain in his neck and back.
"Why is it that I'm always waking up next to you nowadays?"
Harry had to bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing. Personally, he thought it was Snape's fault for falling asleep next to him, but he didn't dare say that.
"I asked myself the same question, sir." He replied.
Snape grunted, apparently unappeased, and left the room without another word.
Harry watched him go, a feeling of amusement beginning to develop.
"Good morning to you too!" He called after Snape's retreating form.
Snape turned ever so slightly, a scowl clear on his face. Harry simply laughed.
"You're just grumpy because you haven't had your coffee or tea yet." He announced, pushing himself out of bed.
Snape's scowl deepened, and he let out a displeased noise before stalking back to his own room.
Harry shook his head, and pulled on his clothes. He tried to comb his untamable hair for a few moments, before giving up and going downstairs.
He found Snape already sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping his coffee. Harry frowned, glancing at the coffee maker.
"Problem, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked, calmly raising an eyebrow.
Harry hated the way Snape spat out "Potter". He much preferred Harry.
"No. It's just, I usually brew the coffee in the morning."
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