Title: Something Special
Word Count: 4x100
Challenge: Written for snarry100 prompt 400: Special.
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
Summary: After the final battle Harry finds out that he needs something more than his friends, so he tries to take it even though he knows that it won´t be easy.
For YenGirl. Hope she knows how special she is...
There were people who were friends to him. The closest, nearly proper family. Yes.
Ron and Hermione, Neville and Luna, Fred and George, Molly and Arthur, Remus and Tonks, Sirius...
Yes, Harry could say that he had a lot of friends, good ones, those who would never let him make a mistake, never leave him alone, never turn their backs on him even if he´d done something wrong.
Harry never forgot his friends, but even though he loved them very much, he desired someone... someone special to him. But even if he was sure where to find someone, the problem was how...
“Mister Potter, what a pleasure to see you,” the Potion Master mocked once he entered his shop. And Harry immediately knew that it was really big mistake to come here.
The black eyes never turned away from his form, followed his every move, every step, as if he was a thief, as if he was an enemy. Not a friend or Merlin forbid something more. Without regard to what Harry had seen in his memories, without reference to the fact that it was Harry who saved his life, who defended him like a lion in front of all the Wizengamot. Nothing mattered.
“Why are you doing it?” Harry asked in a whisper, tired from all the fighting.
Snape´s brow lifted up, the man frowned. “Doing what?”
The younger wizard sighed. “You behave like I´d be rubbish for you, someone beneath your level, someone who´s only pleasure is to humiliate, humble you... I´m sick from it, Severus...” he answered and turned to leave.
He was turning the handle when Snape´s quiet words stopped him. “And what are you to me, Potter, tell me? What do you want to be?”
Harry swung around to face him, see his expression. “I would like to be someone special...”
“That means nothing, Potter,” Snape snapped back, but Harry couldn´t be stopped now.
“Yes, yes, it does, don´t you see it? Everything is different now, even us. I... I want to spend time with you, argue with you, smile, talk, do whatever you want, even brew potions if you´d like... I´d like to try it, if you let me.”
“That´s not the definition of that word, Potter. It rather seems you are offering me a friendship.”
“Friendship is ordinary, Severus, but friendship with you would be... special.”
The black eyes stared at green one´s until Snape nodded and Potter smiled.
Something special was born...