Note: I'm afraid that I have to put a trigger warning at the end of the chapter. The last letter is a bit grotesque and it may bother some people. Please don't read it if you have a problem with torture scenes. I can give you a summary of what the last letter says if you wish. (I'm serious, this last letter probably crossed the line)
"I have a job for you."
Harry blinked blearily at the fuzzy redhead currently standing on his front porch.
He had fallen asleep on the front couch yet again, and was woken abruptly by a pounding on his front door.
He hadn't bothered to grab his glasses or clothes, so there he stood in the doorframe, half-naked and blind.
Ron didn't appear dazed though, perhaps because Snape was nowhere to be found.
Harry stepped aside to let him in, while rubbing at his tired eyes.
"Ron, what time is it?" He asked, his voice still gruff from sleep.
"Around 5am." Ron replied. "I know it's early, but evil never rests, and all that bullshit."
Harry laughed quietly, and the two of them headed towards the kitchen. Harry stopped briefly in the living room to grab his t-shirt and glasses, and Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Did Snape kick you out of the bedroom or something?"
Harry blushed and glanced away.
"Of course not. I just fell asleep there, that's all." He paused, rubbing at his neck. "Though it would have been nice if he'd woken me up before heading off to bed. I have the worst kink in my neck...."
Ron shot him a somewhat sympathetic look, then glanced longingly at the coffee maker.
"Er, would you like some coffee?" Harry asked, following his gaze.
Ron nodded eagerly and Harry smiled.
"So," He began, after the coffee was brewed, "What is this 'job' you need me to do?"
Ron took a slow sip of his steaming black coffee, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I think you'd better wake Snape before we talk about it."
Harry gave him a slight nod of understanding before climbing the rickety stairs to wake Snape. He cringed as each step was met with creaks and groans from the floorboards beneath him. Merlin, he really needed to think about updating his house.
He silently crept into Snape's room, which was still pitch dark. He could vaguely make out a lump from underneath a giant pile of covers, and he allowed a small smile to cross his lips.
He slowly pulled the covers back, and placed a breif kiss on Snape's temple. Snape stirred in his sleep, and murmured something that sounded an awful lot like 'Harry'.
"Severus." Harry whispered, shaking him gently. "Wake up."
Snape cracked one black eye open, not looking at all pleased with the man in front of him.
"It's too bloody early in the morning, Potter." He mumbled, turning over to go back to sleep.
Harry slowly ran his fingers through Snape's hair, gently working out the tangles. Snape let out a low hum of pleasure, and Harry smiled.
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