Part Three - The Lessons

He had to be there in time. If there was no hope in he'll that he'd see what Harry really wanted, and nevertheless return his feelings, at least he could try to please the man by beeing on time for their lessons.
With a quick glance in one of the shiny cups in the trophy-closets, and a nervous hand trough his messy hair, he knocked firmly on the heavy wooden door.
The knock was answered by a tense "Enter."
Harry leaned in to open the door, only to discover it swung open as he did. He fell in all his lenght, head first into the classroom. As he stumbeled to his feet and opened his eyes, he saw a hand reached out for him, followed by a "Sorry."
* The lessons were not so much lessons as they were preparation for the upcoming year as co-professors. A few chosen students had been invited to do career as professors, spending one year following a study of their chosen field, and the second as a co-professor with one of the allready employed, and older, professors. Ron had been chosen for Occlumency, as he, to everyone's great surprice, had been a great help during the war. Hermione had started out in Ancient Runes by herself, as there was noone left to teach the firstyears, but had been hunted down by McGonnagall to do Transfiguration instead. Neville had been brought back, after leaving with the other graduates, to his great amusement, to help professor Sprout in the greenhouses. Harry had been presented a choice between Defence Against Aark Arts, and Potions, and had naturally chosen his strongest field in DADA. But professor Snape had brought him back to Potions, offering him a combination of teaching the youngest students DADA, while studying Potions at the same time. "Only to proove himself in charge", Harry had thought to himself.
But in the end, the combination of the two had prooved very neat to him. Harry had proved how well he worked under pressure, and as he taught the youngest, Professor Snape taught the older. It was all very much satisfying.
Almost everything. *