"I will... I will have to act like I hate you. I will treat you like a spoiled boy raised by people who treated you like the hero who defeated the Dark Lord and who thinks that the entire world revolves around him. You cannot call me Sev, and neither can I call you Harry while we are in the presence of others. I will refer to you as Potter and will berate you and give you detentions to make sure people think that I hate you," Severus said, wincing as Harry’s grip on his hand tightened. His eyes met Harry’s, and Severus did not need to use Legilimency to know what he was feeling. His face was an open book of emotions. Anger. Confusion. Sadness.