Alright! Disclaimer first, I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the books characters. I'm merely playing with them. I'd like to give a special thank you to Miss Blizzard for helping me with the story in so many ways. You should thank her too! If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be putting this up anymore. Hopefully, you guys will enjoy this, this time...

Rating: R

Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter

Warnings: Abuse implied, Vulgar language, detailed (hopefully) areas on the cutting and situations. The last I can't tell you cause I'll give the ending away.

KEY:

'Blah' - thoughts
» - beginning of a flashbacks
«- end of flashbacks


Prologue:

'I want you to touch me... don't leave me... just love me...' The thought flitted across Harry's mind, unwanted at the moment. These thoughts were unwelcome for they made the hurt of these harsh words so much more unbearable.

"I hate you! Don't touch me! Don't even look at me! Just get the hell away from me! I'm so fucking sick of you!" Harry screeched as he yanked himself out of Snape's reach.

'Kiss me... let me feel the soft velvet of your lips on mine... just hold me once...' Harry desperately wanted to voice his thoughts. He didn't need the pain. He did want the pain of rejection. Harry didn't think he could handle it.

Snape's words were more hurtful, tearing at Harry's heart. However, Harry detected the pain in them, and it was greater than his own pain. Harry looked into Severus' cold black eyes, only to see them harden instead of a soft look that he imagined that would be there.

"Watch your tongue, boy," Severus hissed, his voice low and hard. Harry's small form shuddered at the last word... They both knew that Harry hated that word with a passion, that it caused pain, a lot of pain...

"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Harry quietly asked sneering a sneer that could almost rival Snape's.

"Ten points for cheek, Mr. Potter." Harry's emerald eyes hardened themselves as he glared heavily at Severus. Severus could see the boy's eyes darkening with hate, but he couldn't see the longing. He would have grinned if he wasn't so angry himself. Harry struggled with the tears that threatened to come out, and he simply looked away to hide them. Severus took this as if Harry was giving up, surrendering.

'I just want you... can't you see that?' Harry thought. His thoughts were sluggish, but his heart pounded with angry and hurt, "Fu-"

"Get out of my sight, Mr. Potter, and a month's worth of detention with me." Harry left out a frustrated and strangled scream as his body shook more with the sheer force of it. His magic seeped out and shattered the containers that held contents that he didn't even want to know about. The foul odors stunk up the room, causing Snape to wrinkle his hooked nose in disgust.

Snape took a deep and slow breath, controlling himself, "Get. Out. Now, Mr. Potter." It was said so coldly, laced with cruelty. Harry reached his hand out to touch his professor with all of the courage he had left in his body. Severus was so oblivious to Harry's feelings. And he simply swiped Harry's hand away, smacking as the hand was shoved.

'Love me...' Harry thought again. That's all he wanted... For Severus to love him. But it would never happen. The Potions Master was too caught up in hating him to even consider his feelings.

Finally giving into the angry tears that gathered in his eyes, he let them fall freely. Rigidly, Harry turned and stalked out of the classroom, slamming the door shut before running off to his tower.

'If only you could love me...' was his only thought as he ran.

But he knew it could never happen.