No gaudy boxes of expensive chocolates delivered by exhausted owls to his cottage or sickeningly sweet-smelling flowers shoved under his nose by an earnest Gryffindor suitor. Harry in love looks pretty much like an over-excited, touchy-feely, regular Harry
No? *looks very surprised*
Harry knows his Slytherin well. :)

Nowadays, the brat simply ambles down the road towards Severus’s cottage and calls out to him, or sends in his Patronus to alert him that he’s outside the garden gate, and expects Severus to come out and not only greet him but also indulge him by listening to whatever inane ramblings the idiot feels like sharing at the time.
Hm, it seems to me that Harry 'expects' Severus, but Severus complies. ;)

He’s cast more stasis spells over half-brewed potions in the last three weeks than he’s done in the past two decades combined, and he hasn’t grown tired of it yet.
That practically screams 'I like you a lot' in Snape-Speak.

By the time Severus’s poor boys had recovered from the shock of being treated so amicably by the Boy Who Lived, Harry had already grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and, plonking it beside Severus’s, sat himself firmly on it, joining their gathering without raising a single protest.
Ha, ha, ha! Harry's way of dealing with his Syltherin seems to work on other specimens, too: Just steam-roll your way into their midst, Harry! :P

He is neither soft-hearted Hufflepuff nor morally-golden Gryffindor. And he never will be. He is a Slytherin: dark-ish, impatient, ambitious, and self-serving. He also has a shockingly twisted perception of others. He’s bitter, suspicious, and petty to boot. He’s got the sort of emotional baggage that any sane person would run away from as fast as possible.
Okay, okay, I hear it. I take back what I said before: Severus is no Hufflepuff , he is no Gryffindor, he is bitter, petty, and whatever else he says he is - but he does have some Hufflepuff-ish tendencies and he is also a very brave man, rival to any proper Gryffindor. Moreover, he is proud about the achievements of his former students and soft-hearted towards the people he likes (loves), he is kind and offers a helping hand to them wherever he can. Severus is a good man.

I’m not some poor innocent lamb who has weirdly fluffy dreams of patrolling Sunlit Lane for the next thirty years. I landed there by chance, fell for you so fast I couldn't tell left from right, and stayed on the beat because I’m a stalking little freak who shamelessly uses his job to keep tabs on his crush.
*snorts into her tea cup*

Severus can’t think of a single word to counter that ridiculously mushy sentiment. Harry’s soft peck to his cheek leaves him speechless. And charmed. He feels hopeful, adored, and dangerously close to trusting Harry Potter with his emotionally-fragile heart.
(I swear I'll never have aww-ed more than at the end of this fic.)
Go, Harry! Another wall torn down. There can't be much resistance left in Severus after this. :)

Looking forward to the snogging, I mean the next chapter! ^^