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[amruniel]

'You’re like a book, Severus. One that I adore reading.’ He went on. ‘and every chapter has a purpose. You feel you have no purpose now. I’ve watched you, I know how you think, how you feel. You hate this feeling of uselessness. Waiting for me to come home each day. You live for your art, your passion. And in spite of the way you impart it on to others; you really do like to share that which you know. You may have hated teaching almost every dunderhead that walked into your classroom over the years, but every so often there was a star, a potential master that shared your passion and made all the rest of it seem worth it.’

Severus just gaped at him. ‘How can you know all that?’ he whispered incredulously.

Harry reached up to cup the potions master’s chin. ‘I know it because I love you, Severus.’ He whispered, dropping his hand so it rested in the middle of the older wizard’s chest. ‘Because your heart tells me so.’

Severus couldn’t speak, instead hugging the younger man to him tightly as they sat silently staring out over the lake.

(taken from Mione5's Betrayal of the Worst Kind )