A/N: A/N: Here is just an EXCERPT of my new SNARRY fanfic HOGW`ARTS HIGHSCHOOL! It's unedited so there may be spelling errors, but just tell me what you think -cough cough- "reviews" Ahem. There will be smut, because a snarry fic without smut from my two favorite pairings is like a cat committing suicide or a dog being eaten in a chinese resturant. SNARRYSMUT4EVAH. Check out my other fics and yes, I will be updating before the end of MAY so stay tuned! Enjoy^_^!
It wasn't stalking per say, er, well not in Harry's mind it wasn't.
He couldn't for the life of him understand why he couldn't get the greasy-haired bastard out of his head.
He wasn't even that good looking...at least not with that prominent nose or those ridiculously black colored eyes that bordered on unbelievable and how very inept they looked when they raked over his body or the way his thin lips looked so damn kissable and soft or the way his voice rung out over the entire classroom when he spewed explicitives and under his skin and beneath his bones and how they made him tingle with unexplainable need that-
Harry stopped walking and frowned.
He'd gotten off track.
Again.
Ugh.
What was it with that man? It was unnerving. Everyone hated him, really, it wasn't like he got OFF on him being a total jerk. Did he? No, it couldn't be that.
In a couple of minutes later, Harry found himself in Spinner's End...which just so happened to be where Professor Snape lived.
Harry fidgeted before making up his mind to walk up to a house that seemed darker than the others and where colorful smoke breathed from the chimney.
His thoughts raced. His hand raised up, as if it had a mind of its own, and lightly knocked on the door.
What was he doing? What if the man wasn't home? What if he WAS home? What could he say to the man, "Gee, Professor, I hope you don't mind but I've just been thinking about you non-stop and found your address in the student-teachers lounge and decided to look you up"? Oh, God, what was he even doing here?! What if-
The door opened to reveal a ruffled looking chemistry professor looking mighty annoyed at being interrupted from whatever it was that he was brewing.
"Potter?" Snape said, surprised. "What in Merlin's beard are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was...just in the neighborhood!" Harry exclaimed pathetically.
Snape raised a skeptical eyebrow at him as if to say 'Yes, you small minded imbecile, I can see that.'
Okay, so maybe that wasn't most perfect excuse in the world. Sue him, it was all he could think of at the moment.
"So I thought I'd just, you know, drop on by and see if maybe you'd want to-"
"Severus?" A voice from inside the house called out. "Who are you talking to? Is it the mailman-Oh! Mr. Potter!" Ms. McMonagall appeared beside Snape, carrying a mixing bowl in one hand. "What are you doing here?"
Great, Harry groaned, this woman again.
It felt like every time he came close to getting Snape alone she'd pop up out of nowhere and ruin things. Not that anything naughty (unfortunately) was going on, but it really was a killjoy.
And in any case, it should be HIM who should be asking her what SHE was doing HERE...or there. Whatever.
Reh-vuh-ew?