Blood Stones (Snarry)

Getting Comfortable

"Oh, right, yeah!" he said as though remembering why he'd gone to the dungeons and old potion classrooms first.

"Sorry, here." he said, gently sliding over a large bag.

"I didn't know what exactly to grab so... anything not spoiled or busted got put in the bag." he explained. It was clear the bag had put undetectable extension charm on it.

"And also" he breathed carefully, as though gauging his reaction. He gently passed a long case that one might put a flute in.

"They had it under your portrait, I made sure to be careful with it." he said, passing the wooden case to him. Severus could easily guess what was inside.

He stared at the box blankly, he looked at Harry who looked back waiting. Carefully he reached for the box, shimmying the top off and removing the silk protectors to reveal a black wand. The wand in question was shorter, square around the handle and carved there with detail. The shaft was spherical and smooth, coming to a rounded point. The wand belonged to him... He reached into the box and grabbed the want heartily. It felt heavy, he felt his magic pulse through him once again, something that can only be felt in a wand that is truly yours.

Kreacher came in then with a very large bowl of hearty soup and bread with butter. Complete with a cup of tea for after, BlackBerry, Harry's favorite. He felt suddenly warmed by the gesture.

"You should eat, I can take over from here." Harry reluctantly backed away into the now fixed armchair accepting his dinner from Kreacher, insisting he makes some for himself.

In the extended bag, Severus summoned several flasks, bottles, burners, and cauldrons of all kinds, most of what was left after this were ingredients, along with the books that he used to write his theories and potions.

"Thank you, Harry, this should do for now, if I require more specific ingredients, I shall let you know" He set things up on a long table he had transfigured in the other room, before coming back and seating himself on the bed whilst Harry finished his soup. Kreacher had made far too much for his much smaller stomach but he didn't want to waste nor cause insult so he ate more than he should have, choosing to finish all of it. Plus, Snape seemed so ecstatic that he didn't want to worry him by eating too little. His belly felt a bit stretched, and he felt a touch queasy, but he finished the soup and bread, gratefully sipping his highly sugared blackberry tea.

"It looks great Snape." he said, looking around as he settled in, leaning back to help ease the stretched feeling in his gut.

It had been a long time since he'd eaten so much. Then he got an idea and offered Snape his cup. At the raised brow he flushed and said, in a slightly petulant tone.

"Well, you can lift things, you have a scent and can do some magic." he reasoned, taking back the cup with a barely hidden pout.

"It wouldn't be such an odd expectation." Then again, he rather not Severus try to drink it, and stain the freshly spelled rug with tea.

"I suppose it is possible" Snape pondered. He stepped closer to Harry, to the mug. And as Harry held it out to him again, he knelt in and took a large whiff of the drink.

Realizing he could smell was an incredible moment of mixed emotions, excitement, happiness, confusion, just contentment. He hadn't had any desire to eat or drink, never felt hunger, he still slept as ghosts did but it was different as he couldn't feel gravity thus could sleep upright if he chose.

Harry needed a haircut, but he could smell his scent, mostly his breath from the soup he'd just had, but also his cologne. It was a nice mix of scents, I suppose he just never noticed before but, he was glad he was now. They stood there for several moments, just enjoying that moment. Harry now noticed something that filled him with contentment. The scent he smelled before had been cloying, indecipherable but now it was stronger. Rain, potion herbs... the smell the air has before the snow comes and something else.