Ok, so this author's note may be a little long, but the others won't be. So I have a list of 101 prompts, and I got this wonderful idea. 101 Snarry oneshots! So here we are with number one. They will all be oneshots with no epilogues; unless you BEG. I will state the prompt at the beginning. Most will end happily; so do not worry about being too depressed. I am a sucker for happy endings. I will post a rating for each one at the beginning along with any warnings I think necessary. I made it M for some of the more explicit ones to come in the future. All reviews will be welcomed except for flames. I use flames to cook my hotdogs. So, let us begin!

Prompt # 1: Haunted

Rating: T-ish; maybe a bit higher

Warnings: nothing more than guys kissing

What a Simple Levitation Spell and Few Cursed Desks Can do for You

"Oh come off it Ron, the potion's classroom is not haunted. Anyway, you've seen ghosts, what is so bad about one you can't see?" Harry just wanted Ron to shut up. In potions, Harry's caldron had floated half on inch off the desk and Ron hadn't quit talking since.

"Harry! How can you be so calm? If you cannot see it, it has power over you." Ron had worked himself into a frenzy by now and Harry just rolled his eyes.

"God Ron, are you six? I killed Ol' Voldie; I think I can handle a ghost. Not that there is one." Hermione chuckled and Ron glowered at his girlfriend.

"Fine. If you don't believe me, go spend a night in the potion's classroom. When you come out screaming don't say I didn't warn you." Harry stared at his best friend in horror.

"RON! I cannot spend a night in the potion's classroom. It may not be haunted but in case you forgot- Snape!" Ron shrugged.

"Oh, I see how it is. You can defeat Voldemort, but when it comes to the potions professor, the great Harry Potter starts quaking in his shoes!" Harry glared at the offending red head.

"You know what! Whatever! I'll stay there tonight and prove to you that there is no ghost." Ron just smirked and Harry stomped away, muttering to himself about annoying gingers.

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Harry glanced at the clock nervously. He still had half an hour before he was going to head off. He cannot believe he had let Ron goad him into this. It was so stupid! He just had to make sure Snape didn't catch him. He could already hear the cold sneer.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing on my floor? Come to beg for a better potions grade?" Harry almost groaned in dread. Soon, his half hour was up and Ron smiled at him as he stalked out of the portrait hole, muttering to himself about stupid Gryffindors.

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Harry stood out side the potion's classroom, wondering if he was really going to do this. The classroom was dark, meaning Snape wasn't there. Harry held his breath and opened the door. Harry slipped in and allowed his eyes to adjust to the dark. He found a corner and sat there, cursing Ron as he shivered from the cold dungeon air. He rubbed his hands together and wished for the warmth of the common room fire.

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Two hours late, Harry still sat there, only this time, his eyes were drifting shut. His butt was numb from the floor and he was really cold but it was getting late. Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door and Harry was alert. As he pressed himself into the shadows, he hoped his invisibility cloak covered him all. The door opened and Severus Snape walked in. The man lit the lanterns with a flutter of his wand and Harry saw the man was wearing nothing but black boxers. Harry found himself admiring the man. He was sculpted, but he was still very lean. Scar's glinted in the lantern's light and Harry shuddered to think of how painful they must have been. Harry adverted his eyes when he noticed he was staring at his almost naked professor.

"Potter, you might as well sit in a desk, the floor has to be uncomfortable." Harry jumped up, his cloak falling to the floor.

"Ah! Sir! I can explain!" Severus sighed as he gathered ingredients for the potion he was starting.

"At this moment Potter, I don't care. Come, sit." Harry hesitated, and then sat in a desk close to the bubbling caldron. The heat from it started to return felling into his fingers and toes. Harry watched Snape for a few moments before speaking.

"Umm…..professor? How did you know I was there?" Severus sighed, realizing he wouldn't be able to make his potion in peace.

"I have alarms set to my chambers to know when and who enter my classroom. Over the years I have grown tired of students stealing my ingredients. When I realized all you were going to do was sit there, I tried to go back to sleep, but every time you shifted, the alarms went off. I finally gave up and came down here to start a potion." Harry nodded, that made sense. But there was another question bugging him.

"Not that I mind sir, but why haven't you sent me running back to my common room with a years worth of detentions?" Snape didn't answer right away, and Harry was starting to regret his question when the man finally spoke.

"Because Harry, I really don't care anymore. My job is done. You lived long enough to kill the Dark Lord. Now, if you wander the halls at night, I feel no sense of guilt if I do not punish you." Harry noticed the use of his first name, but decided to ignore it.

"I know you don't care, but if I tell you the reason I'm here maybe you can put Ron's suspicions at rest. He thinks the potion's classroom is haunted by an invisible ghost. I didn't believe him so he dared me to stay the night in the room." Snape snorted.

"Foolish Gryffindor. The classroom is not haunt-"Severus was cut off as the desk behind Harry hit his desk. Harry whipped his head around and looked at the desk in horror. Suddenly, desks flew a Harry and he threw up a protective shield. Snape ducked as a desk flew over his head.

"Harry! Run toward me!" Harry jumped out of his desk and sprinted after his professor. He was almost there when a desk caught his arm. He went flying forward and all the air rushed out of his when he hit the ground. He felt strong arms gather him up and he pressed himself against the bare chest. The body moved under him as it ducked the flying desks and he heard a door slam as everything went black. Harry was set on the cold ground and he leaned against a shelf full of…bottles?

"Harry, I swear if you break any of my ingredients, I will make sure you never come out of this closet alive." Harry smiled at Severus' voice…it was so sexy when he threatened Harry. He opened his eyes in shock when he thought as Snape as Severus. The other part did not bother him too much, as he had been thinking stuff like that for years. But calling Snape Severus was a new development, and he liked it. There was a whispered 'Lumos' and the supply closet Severus had locked them in was faintly illuminated. Severus stood and started looking for something. Harry watched him, until he was distracted by a bang on the door. He flinched back but the door did not budge. From the noises coming from the classroom, the desk seemed to still be flying. Harry would have to admit he was wrong to Ron later, if he ever got out of the closet. There was a clink as Severus found what he was looking for, and empty bottle. The light from his wand slid into the bottle, which he placed next to Harry.

"Harry, are you okay?" Harry checked himself for injuries before he noticed a throbbing pain in his left arm. He grimaced and held his arm to the light. A nasty cut from his elbow to his wrist oozed blood. Severus sighed.

"Of course you are not. Let me see it." Severus pulled Harry closer until he was almost in Severus' lap. Harry wanted to snuggle closer to the warm body, but stopped himself at the last minute. Severus' nimble fingers ripped part of Harry's pajama bottoms off and quickly wrapped it around the boy's arm. His fingers brushed against Harry's skin and Harry shivered. Severus looked up suddenly and stared into Harry's green eyes. He must have seen something he liked because he smirked.

"Cold Harry?" Harry was fine, but he wanted an excuse to draw closer to the strong body. Harry nodded and Severus pulled Harry all the way into his lap. Harry snuggled as close as possible and buried his head in the crook of Severus, neck.

"Harry, you do realize you are snuggling up with your greasy potions professor in a dark closet." Harry yawned sleepily; it was getting late.

"Don't care," he murmured,"anyways I like you." Severus stared at Harry in shock. This seemed too easy.

"Harry look at me." Harry did so and Severus almost groaned. Harry's raven hair fell in front of his sleepy eyes and Harry licked his small lips, making them glisten in the dim light.

"Yes sir?"

"Call me Severus," and with that Severus swooped down and pressed his thin lips against Harry's. Harry gasped lightly, and after a moment's hesitation, kissed back. Severus pulled back and studied the slightly out of breath boy.

"Do you really like me?" Harry blushed.

"Ever since my fifth year." Severus smiled and kissed Harry again. As he kissed Harry, he thought, I really must thank the Weasley boy. Without his help my ruse would have never worked. Those two passing grades I gave the boy were worth it. It's amazing what a simple levitation spell and a few cursed desks can do for you.

Ok, so there you have prompt number one. Haunted. Hoped you enjoyed it! I have the second prompt finished so it should be up soon. Please read and review!