Falling Hopelessly

Chapter 9

~No One's POV~

Harry had made his way to Snape's chambers without trouble, surprisingly, and knocked on the door, "Enter." was all that Snape said.
Harry opened the door and walked into his new living space.
Im the living room theres was a very nice looking rustic desk to the right of the door, a black leather couch sits in the middle of the living room with a coffee table sat in front of it, both sitting in front of a stone fireplace, and lastly bookshelves on both sides of the fireplace.
Harry was impressed, "Woah, it looks a lot better than I expected.." Snape raised an eyebrow and slightly scoffed.
"Your room is that way," he pointed to the door on the left of the living room, "If you would like the tour of the rest of the place now or later just let me know. For now, however, I am going to shower and finish grading papers."
Harry hurried over to the door and pushed it open and was met with a rather decently sized room, a door on the left of the room in which he guessed was the bathroom, 'This is much better than the Dursley's.' Harry started unpacking putting away everything in the places he felt they needed to be. It must've taken at least 30-ish minutes to finish putting his things away and now he stood there kinda tired. Harry sighed and walked out of his bedroom and back out into the living room and saw Snape at his desk, "If you're too busy at the moment then I can just shower then head to bed and do the mini tour tomorrow."
Snape looked up at the boy and took off his reading glasses, "I was looking for an excuse to not sit here any longer reading these horrid papers anyway." as he stood his shirt took a second to fall back down at the bottom, giving Harry a peek at Snape's bare skin and happy trail, he gulped, a blush forming on his face and looked away pretending to be interested in the flames roaring in the fireplace. When Harry looked back however Snape stretched exposing more skin than was the first time, Harry noticed that he was actually really fit? 'Holy hell.. How much of Snape's physique does his robes hide...' Harry's palms were sweaty and he was starting to get rather hot, "Ahem." Snape had an eyebrow raised as he looked at the young man, "Everything alright Potter? You look as though you've seen a dementor." Harry looked at Snape and simply nodded his head, Snape shrugged and motioned for Harry to follow him.
They reached the door on the right side of the living room close to Snape's desk, "This is my room, don't ever come in without permission unless you have a death wish." they walked a few steps towards an opening, taking a peek in Harry saw the kitchen, "As you can obviously see, this is the kitchen, unfortunately for you i'm sure its not as grand as the one you are used to with those muggles." Harry looked at him with a scowl, "I haven't lived as grand a life as you might think..." he mumbled very quietly in hopes that the Potion's Master hadn't heard him. Snape and Harry walked past the fireplace over to a staircase that leads further down, "These stairs lead to my personal potions room, as long as you ask to use this space and if you can manage to clean up after yourself you can use this space. And the door over by the left side of the bookshelf is the bathroom." Harry nodded and then realized that was all that was there to be shown. They turned towards each other and bid goodnight.
Harry rushed into his room and quickly closed the door behind him and started to undress. 'Hell, i'm glad thats over..' Harry got dressed into his pj's and images of Snape's midriff popped into his mind, 'Merlin, Snape always looked as though he had a nice build but everything was covered by his blasted robes to even tell.' Harry let out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. He shook his head and got into bed and tried to rest for the night knowing it would be nearly impossible.
And of course only a few moments later Harry was sat up in his bed his thoughts being filled with things such as self-doubt, self-hatred, and many of other self destructive thoughts. 'I wonder if any of the things that the Dursley's have done to me are still noticeable...' Harry grabbed his wand from his bedside table and removed his glamours, his shirt being removed a second later. Without his glamours Harrys appearance was awful, it looked as though he hadn't slept in months or has hardly eaten. Harry looked down at his body in slight disgust, "Bloody hell..." he whispered to himself.
His body was covered with scars and fading bruises, some scars self-inflicted.
The Dursley's had always been harsh to Harry - except for his Aunt Petunia, she had gotten over her jealousy of her sister and had grown attached to Harry. He was surprised when she hadn't neglected and abused him, though it was unfortunate that she couldn't stand up for him, Vernon would've been pissed and might've taken it out on her too. The first to start the beatings was Uncle Vernon, Dudley started to join months after. Harry was upset at himself that he had to accept what happened to him without ever being able to fight back because it would only result in a more harsh result.
Harry checked the time and sighed as he realized he wouldn't be getting sleep tonight, Harry threw back on his shirt and glamours and headed out into the living room and towards the kitchen.
Trying to make the least amount of noise as possible he started to make himself tea, as he was waiting for his water to boil he decided to take a seat on the couch in front of the fire.
Harry hoped that this new arrangement wouldn't cause any trouble for anybody, knowing that trouble followed him wherever he went though. Harry's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the low whistling of the tea kettle. He quietly rushed over to the kettle in hopes that it hadn't woken Professor Snape. He quickly made his tea and returned to his spot on the couch feeling relieved when Snape's bedroom door hadn't opened.

Hours had passed when Harry woke up, he looked down and noticed at some point during the night and his glasses had been placed onto the coffee table, he blushed knowing that the only other person that could've done that was the Potion's Master. He then took a quick glance at his watch seeing that it was quite early, he stretched a bit before sitting up and pushing his glasses onto his face, he stood not quite ready to start the day but was left with no other choice.

(Hey guys !! I'm back, sorry for my disappearance I am going through a lot at the moment and hoping that picking back up on my writing will distract me from that... Sorry to all of the people that were looking forward to the updates. I should be able to publish more chapters at a time now though !! And if you're still looking forward to reading this story, thank you, thank you so much !!)