It was not a private meeting. This was his master commanding him. Severus could not argue, and he certainly could not circumvent it even if the thought of seeing Harry with someone else tore his heart. He had ordered the two teenagers to remove the sludge from a couple of first-year cauldrons before retreating to his office. Enchanting the door transparent from the inside, the professor summoned his fire whiskey and settled to watch the proceedings. Harry would not monitor him tonight. The teenager was confident that his orders were obeyed. Severus would never stand for anything less.