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“God, Snape, you get on my nerves!”
“What else am I here for?” Snape grumbles, used to, at this point, the boy coming into his office pacing and yelling at him during ungodly hours.
“Honestly, at this point, I don't know if you're even one of the good guys or the bad guys.”
Snape chuckles, “What if I'm neither, Potter?”
Potter stops pacing and stares.
“Or what if I'm both?” Snape smirks, leaning boreward, “Boo.”
All of the sudden, Harry starts laughing.
“I'm so stupid!” Ah, God, he's yelling again. Snape pinches the bridge of his nose. “Of course,” Harry continues. “Of course! You are both! Because you were a Death Eater—are a Death Eater, whatever—but now, you're trying to defeat Volde–”
“ENOUGH!” Severus shouts, slamming his fist on the desk. He takes a breath, they both do, and he continues. “I have had enough. Enough of this… this. Leave me. Go, shoo. I'm done with your game.”
He points down to the door, and sits back down, not remembering when exactly he had stood.
Yet, despite his efforts, the boy does not move.
“NOW, BOY, or I swear I will go against the Dark Lord's orders and kill you on the spot, right now. Only Merlin knows how long I've thought about it.”
He raises his wand lazily to emphasize his point, humming. Potter suddenly gets the idea that he is truly not wanted here and leaves.
Until tomorrow night, Severus supposes.