14This just came to me right before I was getting in the shower, so I thought about it all throughout my shower (no I will not tell you how that worked out, you perverts!) and this is what I ended up with once I got out and typed it out. Because obviously I couldn't have done this IN the shower.
"S-Severus!" Harry cried just two doors down the hall. Blast it... Severus Snape snapped the book he had been reading (somewhat distractedly for the past few hours) shut and threw it down on the deep green bedspread he was lounging on. That's the thirteenth time this month! He fumed inwardly as he rose to his feet and began striding toward the door, only to return to the side his bed and pace. He remembered what it had been like as a teen, on that was struggling, no less...
For the past few months, Severus had been confined to Grimmauld place alongside Harry. They had, over the course of living together for a number of weeks become at least... tolerate the other. Recently, though, Harry had been having a... difficulty in keeping his... personal activities to himself. Harry had been forgetting a nessesity to the act of doing that particular activity that one does at least once in their lifetime whether they want to admit it or not: A silencing charm.
That had been the thirteenth time this month Harry had shouted out his name as he came into his own hand. The thirteenth he had heard, at least. For all he knew, Harry had remembered it a few times and had just forgotten the rest of the time. Mostly, he had called out his given name, Severus, but five times, he had screamed the name Snape, and once, even, proffessor.
I can't bloody take it anymore! The Boy is driving me mad! He reminded himself once again of the pains of being a teenager. A gay teenager. Potter no doubt had even more pressure weighing down on him what with the whole "savior" thing. But as another moan of extacy resounded from the room down the corridor, he gave in. Finnally, he gave up to his will power (he thought himself better than to have to put up a silencing charm; he thought he had enough self control to not need them) and charmed his room to be impenetrable to the rucus of Harry's late night rituals.
Severus sighed with relief of the silence, and flopped down on his bed. Normally the motion would be inappropriet to his regular habits, but he was alone, and... as much as he hated to admit it, Potter had changd him and gotten him to be a tad more laid back. Picking up his book, he read on in the comfortable silence, enjoying the peace. But soon, a few seconds after he'd gotten though with a sentence. the quiet became unsettling and the noise was back. Severus recasted the charm and groaned when he found that his charm was working fine. The moans he was hearing now, were result of repeatdly hearing them and they were now echoing about the chasms of his mind. This was the last straw. He would have to talk to Harry about it in the morning... over breakfast.
Snape meantally groaned in annoyance at what he was about to have to do as he poured himself a cup of his morning brew. He whiffed in a refreshing, wakening sniff of the black Jamacan coffee with his large nose. He simply stared into the dark brown liquid, however, glancing up every so often to glance at the kitchen door, waiting for the resident hero to walk in. He sighed aloud and took a large gulfo at last.
Finally the teen stumbled through the heavy oak door and muttered his good morning as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He sported a mused pair of blue cotton pajamas and even-more-so-than-usual messy hair. His glasses were on the tip of his nose as he scrubbed with his hands beneath them. Sitting down at the table, Kreature brought him his daily bowl of captain crunch and Harry did little more than push it around as he had lately when Severus was around.
"Eat, Harry." He said firmly before gulping down another third of the bitter obeyed, albiet, messily. He had one of the red pieces stuck to his chin. Severus had an odd stirring within him but he resolved to ignore it. He couldn't become distracted from the task at hand.
"Harry..." He began and the teen glanced up at him blearily and then quickly averted his eyes to stare at a particularly interesting bit floating in his milk. "You... It has come to my attention that you have a rather embarrasingly common aptitude to fail to put a silencing spell in place when you retire to your chambers in the evening..." Harry froze and his eyes bulged in realization of what his potions proffessor was telling him. The boy stared back stunned at the realization that he had indeed forgotten on, several occasions, to make himself unheard. Eyes bright green and almost scared looking, Harry dashed up the stairs and scrambled into his room after slamming the door out of haste, not spite or anger. Severus could hear the faint retched sounds of sobbing and sniffling, completely noticeable in the emptiness of the manor.