After hanging out with you, a particular twelve year old scrawny boy couldn't just let you go. His arms were kept around you as he huffed.

You were one of his friends. The second one. The bestest he had, next to Lily of course. He was extremely touch-starved, so obviously he acted upon every opportunity to have some comfort. It was a little sad, to be honest.

"Please stay with me," Severus begged softly, squeezing you to him. He wouldn't dare cross any boundaries, though.