"I don't ... this is not ... you're a student." Severus tried to remind himself. Once again trying to step back from the teenager who looked at him with such kind eyes. He should be grateful. This man had given him hope, a future, a home. Harry had treated him as something valuable. His insights and his thoughts were appreciated ... even liked. The teenager had amused him with little anecdotes, had allowed Severus to share his everyday life. He had brought interesting herbs Briar had grown, that could be of interest to a Potion Master. One time, a book from the Peverell library had found it's way to the side-table in the cottage's livingroom. He had not slept that night, too fascinated by potions developed several hundred years ago. The days, Harry and he had spent on the back porch of his new home, ... Severus had enjoyed every hour. For the first time, he had had something to look forward to, when retiring for the night. His life today was so much better than it had been months prior. And still, he wanted more. How dare he?