"I understand." The teenager did not sound angry, more amused-slash-resigned. He rose and stepped close. Severus wanted to pull back, to hide from the inevitable pain. He was not good enough for Harry Potter. Giving in to the illusion that he could have this young man would only lead to heartache. It was unfair to the boy and himself. He was not prepared for the gentle hand and even soft lips that touched his cheeks. "I am young, I know. And you are my professor, that is true. But times and circumstances will change. I will become legal and gain my N.E.W.T.s. We'll continue this conversation then. Have a good night, Severus. See you tomorrow at breakfast."