Chapter 41 : Unexpected Kisses and Chocolate
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Parseltongue was still the topic of their conversation the next morning over breakfast. They were seated in a table close to the window that Harry had chosen upon realizing that, if one looked intently, would be able to just make out the shapes of the rocky cliffs in the distance where they had found the Eloḯsa flowers.
"What's not to be sure about, Harry?" Severus asked rolling his eyes, sipping on his own tea; the sugar they added to that thing could kill you, he thought, but neither he nor Harry could help having a sweet tooth. "Parseltongue is an ability that can be very useful in tough spots as we found out last night." The potions master tried to repress a shiver caused from thinking just what would have happened had Harry not proven out to be a Parselmouth.
"That is true." Harry conceded with a sigh as he took a small gulp of his tea. "The sugar in that thing!" He muttered regarding his tea with a smile, making Severus burst out laughing.
"Look Harry, there's nothing to worry about; Parseltongue is just another language. Weird, I'll give you that, but a language none the less." Severus reminded the boy after sobering up. "If it makes you feel better, we'll do some research once we get back home." Harry smiled openly at that.
"We could do that, I suppose."
"Good." Severus agreed with a smirk. "And now we can put that matter to rest and enjoy our breakfast; the stubbornness you demonstrate sometimes is unbearable, kid."
"Makes you wonder from whom I picked up that trait." Harry responded with a smirk of his own. Severus simply chuckled once in acknowledgment.
The rest of their stay in Morocco went by in a much more relaxing manner now that they had located the flowers. They did return for the next three nights, not running into that snake again much to Harry's relief, until Severus deemed they had enough flowers to last them for a decade.
They stayed in the Kasbah for another week, just as long as it took them to finish the process of turning the petals into a clear, light blue, luminous oil which Severus packed carefully -with a dozen of protective and cushioning charms- in his trunk. Since they had a couple more weeks of vacation time they decided to continue their journey towards the sea. The day of their departure from the hotel produced probably one of the funniest memories of Harry's life, one at which he would look back and laugh for years to come. They had packed their trunks and were just about to leave the room when there was a soft knock on the door.
"Are we expecting someone?" Harry asked confused.
"No." Severus replied in the same startled way. "Did you order room service?" He asked back and went to open the door, his hand reaching for his wand, the moment Harry shook his head negatively. Severus opened the door and stepped back, ready to hex any possible threat to oblivion, only to be met with the blushing figure of…
"Asmae?" Severus asked in shock, quickly withdrawing his hand from his wand holster. Harry smirked, sitting comfortably on the bed from where he could observe the scene about to unfold with ease. Asmae and a couple of her friends working at the hotel had gone out of their way to make sure they had everything they wanted. Harry had taken full advantage of the fact and had assumed his most innocent look to ask -and receive- fresh chocolate croissants every morning. Severus had told him it wasn't kind of him and he should stop asking for them immediately; Harry didn't heed his words, mostly because the potions master was at the time munching on a croissant himself.
"Good morning, Mr. Black." Asmae greeted him with a smile. "I noticed you were checking out of our hotel today and stopped by to see if you would need any help." Severus resisted rolling his eyes at the woman; he deeply doubted the receptionists of the hotel were supposed to help their customers pack.
"We're ready to go, Miss Asmae." Harry offered with a wide smile.
"Yes, as my son said, we've packed already." Severus agreed. "Thank you for your consideration." He smiled politely and bowed ever so slightly.
"Then I hope you enjoyed your stay in our hotel." She said smiling wider.
"Yes we did; everything was perfect." The potions master stated and looked at the woman expectedly; what did she say she wanted again? When she didn't make a move to leave he decided to speak. "So, if that would be all?" His voice trailed off as he expected her to go.
"Just one last thing." She said, her smile turning into a grin. Severus blanched slightly. Harry whished he had some pop-corn. "Severus?"
"Yes?" He asked regarding her with slight fear. He was about to ask her what exactly was that she wanted from his life when she burst into movement; she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him downwards and kissed him with all she had. Severus's brain functions froze; whatever he had expected, well, that wasn't it. Once he managed to restart his brain after the shock, he discovered, to his great surprise, that he was kissing her back. Finally, Asmae stepped away and looked at the stunned potions master with dilated eyes and a flushed face.
"O…Owl me." She stuttered with a weak voice before smiling brightly and leaving the room, winking over her shoulder. "It's always the quiet ones… " She murmured as she reached the elevator with a face-splitting smile. Back at the suite, Severus closed the door and turned to Harry with a confused expression on his face.
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