Beautifully paced. The transition from tense opponents to understanding. The Snapely POV. The aching separation. The *want*.
"And as they sit like this, each comforting the other to quietude, Snape slowly grows aware of Harry’s hot breath fluttering softly over his cheek; of moist, red lips glimpsed from under heavy-lidded eyes; of a slender torso no longer hidden from view, and suddenly it’s too much (oh god) it’s too much and he twists away with an involuntary gasp."
*Stunned silence* My god you have skills.
*Many*'d on the request for an epilogue. Or a sequel.