Hatred Turned into Desire (слэш)

Snape’s mouth twisted. “If you have come to offer some belated absolution, Potter, I suggest you find a more receptive audience. I have no use for it.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“Then why?”
Harry had no clean answer ready. Because I can’t stop looking at you. Because every time I close my eyes, I see the boy you were and the man you became, and I don’t know what to do with either of them. Because the hatred feels hollow now and something else has moved into the space it left.
He said, simply, “I wanted to see you.”