Communication Complication

Getting Attention

Harry's POV

He sat in the back of the class watching him. How could he not? The man's voice alone was enough to make him hard! Like milk chocolate, his voice was smooth. The long black hair flowed down to his shoulders. He sat there hoping to catch his eyes. Those onyx black eyes he could drown in if he looked long enough. He watched the man back and forth through the row of students, scowling at the cauldrons full of the so called potions assigned for today class.

He continued to watch the man move, his emerald green eyes never leaving the man. He paid no attention to his smoldering cauldron or to his bushy haired partner, who tried to get his attention.

"Harry..."

"Hmm..."

"Harry."

"Hmm..."

"HARRY!"

"What!"

"Will you please pay attention? Pass me the Crushed Unicorn Horn."

Harry handed over the ingredient as requested and was about to add another when he caught a movement out the corner of his eye. The person who had ensnared his attention before was standing beside him watching their progress.

"Mr. Potter, dozing off again I see. Ten points from Gryffindor for your abysmal first year incompetence!"

Harry gave him a scowl cause he knew it was expected of him but inside he smirked. How could a sneer be sexy? How could this man turn him on so much?

Yes world, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived was in potions class swooning over the dreaded Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape. He's not sure when he started falling for the professor but he didn't care. One thing he was sure of was that he wanted him. Now!

For weeks now he'd been trying to get him alone but he never had a valid reason. Snape seemed to be extra busy as of late and Harry was beginning to wonder if was avoiding him. Of course Harry dismissed this option as he was sure Snape had better things to do than to take notice of his most hated rival's son.

Harry had started to devise a way to get Snape to give him a really good detention but Snape didn't seem to notice all the extra trouble caused in his classroom was always connected to Harry in some way.

He even considered blowing up Draco Malfoy's cauldron on purpose so he could get into trouble. Something was definitely off with Snape this past week. At the end of each class he would rush the students out and stroll off with his black robes billowing behind him.

Today was no different. Harry had slipped something into one of the Slytherins cauldron nearby and waited as it started to boil. They were working on a translation potion today and so far so good but for Harry's wandering mind. As the potion started to run over it finally caught the professor attention.

Snape's POV

"Parkinson! What did you do to your potion?"

"Nothing sir!" But just as Snape got close, the potion exploded. Everyone who had good sense had already ducked under the desk, save Harry and Snape. The classroom went up in smoke as everything within reach was covered in green sludge, including the professor and the student responsible.

All of a sudden Harry had a headache and his throat was refusing to cooperate. Snape having gotten over the shock waved his wand and cleared away the mess. He too was suffering from a headache and decided to dismiss the class early.

"Everyone who was affected come to the front of the class, everyone else get out now!" Snape roared. He had expected this from the Gryffindors not his Slytherins. Fortunately none of the students got hit in the blast, or so he thought. As he turned to go back to his desk he caught sight of Harry following him.

"Potter! It figures you would be the one to get hit," he snarled as the other students crowded out of the room, not wanting to be caught in the way of their teacher's anger.

While Harry waited at the desk Snape went to his supply closet. Not finding what he needed, he silently fumed. He would have to go up to the hospital wing with the boy. Just what he needed, to be stuck with the Potter Brat!

"Follow me Potter."

"Yes sir."