I sigh quietly as I stare at the newly finished room. I must admit that the house elves did excellent work. Harry's room looks very inviting for a person his age. However, I know the house elves neglected to take into consideration one detail. The green and silver bedding just barely peeks out from underneath the same colored curtains that drape down in order to shield the four-poster bed from prying eyes. On the wall hangs a large tapestry with my family crest embroidered into the fabric. The house elves have yet again misunderstood me, but I truly care not about it hanging on the wall. In some way, it further solidifies my secretive feelings of affection towards him. It is his mother's eyes that likely make me feel so like a protective mother cat at times. If only he was my true cub, I think.

I shake my head at the nature of my thoughts. It is absurd that I am even considering Albus's suggestion. However, the idea continues to pop into my head refusing to leave me alone. While both boys are on good terms with one another now, I must admit that the idea of Harry and Draco sharing a room together is frightening. I can only imagine their times together. Both would swap stories of amuse and how dependable adults are. Note the dripping sarcasm that laces my words.

I take one last look around the room. Granted, he may now be in my House, but I know Harry is always going to be a secret Gryffindor at heart. The room that the elves and I have created is not an accurate representation of Harry's true self. The room is only what I wish him to be. As I have stated numerous times before, he is a secret Gryffindor, which is because Gryffindor was his first true family he remembers. I hope in time he is going to consider Slytherin his family, but I know it takes time.

The amount of time that I know is required for our blooming relationship is not going to take as much time as the time needed for Harry and Slytherin. I believe we have already started that relationship in the right direction with our trusting each other. However, having a purely Slytherin-decorated room is not a step forward, but a step back. That is why I clap my hand once before wiggling my fingers in order to cast a wandless and nonverbal color altering charm. The second the spell hits the various Slytherin-colored objects in the room, the items change from green and silver to crimson and gold. The bedding is first, which the curtains follow with their coloring alterations. It does not take long before the only green and silver item in the room is my family tapestry.

I stare at the green and silver tapestry following with my eyes the intricate designs woven into the material. The Prince family crest of a serpent intertwined with the half-moon shimmer softly in the light. I can still remember the first time my mother showed it to me. I was not much older than Harry was. At the time, I had not seen the significance in her showing it to me, but I do now.

Before I can delve any further, I hear soft knocking at the door. I sigh as I realize it is time. Harry is here. Quietly, I allow Harry to enter. It doesn't take long for him to walk into the room. I can see his apprehension and fears clearly on his face. I wish for nothing more than to obliterate his fears, but even I can't do that. From firsthand experience, I know that no matter what anyone tries to do to prevent the fear of abandonment or even disappointment that the fears will always be there in the back of the mind.

"Harry," I say softly. He slowly nods in response. I remain quiet for a few minutes to allow him to glance around the room. It does not take long before I catch the glimpse of a hinted smile. "I take it that you approve of your room?" He instantly nods and then grins widely.

"I love it!" he responds happily. Moments later, he runs and jumps onto the bed as if a little kid. He bounces up and down for at least a minute before ceasing and staring at me with that goofy grin on his face. "Thanks, Snape." I only bow my head. "All of it is mine?"

"Yes," I reply calmly. His grin widens as my chest constricts. "However, I must point out that I had wished to talk to you earlier about a solution to your nighttime fears. Unfortunately, I did not speak to you beforehand, but I am operating under the assumption that you will be satisfied with the solution."

"Um…okay, sure, what is it?"

"I have asked the house elves to include a secret passageway that connects your room to mine." I know I am stalling, which is uncharacteristic of me, but I do not wish to learn that I am wrong.

"So if I have an issue again, I can go to your rooms?"

"Yes." I then sigh. I cannot hide behind my stalling any longer. "However, as I have told you before, there will be times when you will be unable to spend the night with me." I see the worry and desperation enter his eyes, which makes me quickly speak again. "That is why I have spoken with Mr. Malfoy earlier this evening. He is more than willing to spend the night with no strings attached."

"I know," Harry quietly says before shifting his weight. "He told me at dinner."

"Ah, I see. Well, do you then agree to this solution?"

"Yeah," he responds. "I can still come to you if I want, though, right?" I nod curtly.

"My door shall always be open for you, Harry. However, you should know that as of right now I am to be a bit preoccupied." I see the questions instantly forming in his mind. "Aurora's mother wished to take her home this morning because of what occurred two nights ago."

"Oh, so you don't want her to go with her mum?"

"It is not as clear cut as you make it sound, Harry. Over the years, Syra Sinistra has done more harm than good with Aurora. I, well, I fear what would occur if I permitted Syra to take her daughter. In fact, I admit it is the reason why I have had to put a rush on finishing your room."

"I don't understand. Why couldn't you have shared your bedroom with her while the house elves finished?"

"It would be improper for me to do so, Harry," I respond.

"But it's not like I don't already know that you two have spent the night together." I only stare at him, refusing to respond. Then again, how do you reply to that statement, though? Harry then sighs before muttering something under his breath. "It's not that I'm complaining or anything, Snape. I mean, I love my room, and I love the fact that you're helping me so much, but it's not as if you have to watch me twenty-four seven, though. You could be with Professor Sinistra and help her while I was doing whatever. I guess what I'm saying here is that you didn't need to finish my room so quickly. I wouldn't have freaked out or anything if I walked in while you two were together."

"I'm sure you wouldn't have, Harry. However, it'd be inappropriate if I allowed you to see her in her current state." He is about to protest, but I easily interrupt. "None of that is the point, Harry. The issue is resolved now. Your room is finished, and I shall spend this evening with Aurora." I then sigh as I see the brief flash of anger. "I shall see you in the morning." Quietly, I leave his room and head to mine. Someday I will not leave things undone between us, but unfortunately someday is not today.