CHAPTER 1
Harry stared deep into the black abyss of Snape's beautiful obsidian orbs as he muttered "Snape, be my potion master, If you know what I mean." Snape, becoming increasingly attracted to Harry and his sensual words, could merely utter "I would like nothing better than to make some Polyjuice Potion with you." Snape decended upon Harry with the force of a wild stallion. His strong hand gripped Harry's ladle as he stirred and stirred. All night long, Harry and Snape worked hard on their experimentation. The next morning, they staggered out of the potion classroom, covered in sweat.
