Detention with Snape

Disclaimer: I really hate having to write a disclaimer for every story, it's stupid. If people would just relax and realize that we're not going to steal Jo's story, then us writers wouldn't have to do this. Despite all that, IT'S NOT MINE!

Summary: Harry likes Snape, but hasn't said anything. Snape secretly likes Harry, but won't admit it. When Harry gets detention with Snape, secrets spill and not all of them are warm and fuzzy.

"The directions are on the board. Even you Longbottom shouldn't be able to screw this up. Begin!" barked Severus Snape, the Potions Master of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Quickly everyone got up and gathered their ingredients. Harry was paired with Ron, so naturally he was slightly concerned that the potion would be a total disaster. Sure enough, only 15 minutes into the class, an explosion was heard.

"Potter, Weasly! You two both continue to surprise me with your stupidity! Why can't either of you complete a potion without nearly killing your classmates!; 20 points from Gryfindoor for your lack of intelligence and detention for the next 4 days. And clean up this mess now!"

"Ron," Harry hissed while cleaning up the mess, "I told you to put the boomslang skin in before the dragon blood."

"Sorry mate," Ron replied apologetically.

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After dinner Ron and Harry knocked on Professor Snape's door.

"Come in," Snape all but barked.

"Mr. Weasly, you will be serving your detentions with Mr. Filch, not me. He will meet you in the trophy room."

Ron shot a sympathetic look at Harry and left the room.

"And you Mr. Potter, will be scrubbing my dungeon floor without magic," Snape informed Harry and pointed over to a bucket and sponge.

"Yes sir."

Snape picked this particular chore for Harry not because his floor was dirty. But because he could watch Harry without him seeing him do it. Though Snape would never admit this to anyone, he fancied the Boy-Who-Lived. Little did he know, Harry felt the same way about the 'greasy-git.'

"So Professor," Harry said midway through the detention, totally annoyed with the silence, "why do you hate me so much?"

Snape paused for a moment and replied, "I do not hate you Potter."

"Could've fooled me," Harry said under his breathe.

Snape chose to ignore the last comment and thought about his next move.

"Potter, why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you," Harry said and then much more quietly he said to himself, "I actually fancy you."

Had he heard him right?

"Didn't catch that last part."

Harry blushed crimson and continued scrubbing, "Never mind."

"Potter if you are going to talk to me don't mumble," Snape said sternly.

"Sorry sir…I said never mind."

After about a minute, Harry said, "I said…IsaidIactuallyfancyyou."

"Potter speak clearly, I've seen you do it before."

"I…I fancy you."

Snape froze, he had heard him right.

"You don't fancy me Potter."

"I do though! Ever since 5th year!" Harry practically screamed and then in a softer voice said, "But it doesn't matter…whatever. I just thought you should know."

"Harry stand up."

He did so while commenting, "You called me Harry." A slow smile appeared on his face.

Ignoring the last comment, Snape said, "Look into my eyes."

Because Snape was slightly taller, Harry had to look up a bit. Harry's voice hitched at being so close to Snape, which did not go unnoticed by the Potion Master. He felt Snape probe into his mind using Legiments (A/N: sp?). Unfortunately for Harry, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, he never learned occlumency so he couldn't keep Snape from seeing his uncle's beatings at Number Four Pivet Drive. But Snape also saw proof that Harry really liked him. Snape gave him a look that clearly said 'we'll talk about it later.'

"So it's true," Snape absently commented, still amazed that he really liked him.

"Of course it is, I wouldn't have said so if it wasn't," Harry snapped.

"Harry…I fancy you too," at this Harry's face lit up, "however, I am your teacher and you are my student. It wouldn't work."

"Why should that matter? If I like you and you like me then…"

"Harry it's unethical."

"Screw ethical, screw logic, I want you," Harry said passionately.

"Believe me Harry, I want you too, but-"

"Professor-"

"Severus."

"Severus, can't we try?" Harry asked in a pleading voice.

Snape sighed and paused for a long time before he said, "We can try."

"Really?"

"Really," Snape said smiling slightly, but then his smile faltered, "but you need to tell me about what I saw."

"Fine, but not now."

Harry and Snape stared into each others' eyes and leaned forward. Their lips touched briefly before Sev pulled away.

"What?" Harry asked.

"It's 15 minutes past curfew."

"Oh," Harry said dejectedly.

"But I'll see you tomorrow for detention."

Harry brightened at this and said, "Oh yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

"You look so cute when you're excited."

Harry blushed and mumbled a barely audible 'I do not.' Snape chuckled and kissed Harry on the nose.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Harry nodded and walked back to his dorms.

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