Black hair. Long black hair, not as greasy as it looked, soft to the touch. Lips, usually thinned out and straightened into a straight line, gentle as they moved against his neck. "Potter." The word is flat, bored, seemingly uninterested in the situation. "Mr. Potter". A hard shove from his right made Harry raise his head from his arms, bleary eyed, glasses perched on his nose at an odd angle, leaving a red dent in his cheek. "Ah, so the slumbering lion awakens, if you would be so gracious as to refrain from sleeping in my lessons, I would be grateful". The, dreaded, potions master turned on his heels and stalked to the front of the classroom, his cloak billowing behind him, as Harry blinked after him. He got another shove in the side from Hermione's sharp elbow, making him wince rubbing a his side yawning, "Harry, how can you sleep a time like this!" She hissed out, "There's only a month until NEWTS!" she whispers harshly, adding powdered lizard's tail to the bubbling cauldron, stirring three quarter clockwize turns, "please tell me you've been revising, not just when you're with me and Ron, mind." She continues talking, "revision is important", "can you pass me that?", Harry just nods, grumbles now and then leaning his head heavily in his hand. The lesson finally ends, everyone putting stoppers into their vials containing a garish yellow coloured liquid, packing quills and parchment into their bags, filtering out through the door "Mr. Potter, stay. The rest of you may leave." Hermione gives him a sympathetic look walking away to catch up with Ron. Professor Snape, potions master, was sat at the front of the classroom scribbling furiously on seperate pieces of parchment, the door slammed shut behind Harry, he glanced back at it nervously hoping from one foot to the other, Snape lifted his left arm motioning for him to come forward with a flick of his finger, eyes never leaving the parchment.
Harry was stood in front of his desk, shuffling his feet, the only sound coming from the scrawling of his Professor's quill on parchment. Glancing down, the page practically dripping with red ink,
a deep sympathy for that poor sod fills Harry's chest. Giving a small cough, Snape's eyes eventually pull away from the, now red, page. Snape puts the quill down gently, "Ah, yes. Mr.
Potter-" He leans back in his chair "I understand your simple brain may not be able to precieve certain infromation. However, I will not condone sleeping in my lessons. I think testing all of the potions made this lesson will suffice as punishment, don't you think?" Harry turns to survey the room, there must be over a dozen potions to sample, he especially didn't want to try Neville and Ron's he thought with a grimance.
"How can I test them, if I don't even know what it is?" At this, Snape leans forward onto steepled fingers, something close to a ghost of a smile on his lips that could only be thought of as sinister sending a slight shudder down Harry's spine. "Exactly, Potter. Pay attention next time, and perhaps this won't happen." His face hardens "Now go test them, before I make you." Giving an irritated sigh Harry throws his bag down and stalks over to the closest desk picking up the vial carefully swirling the contents around, pulling out the stopper, putting it to his mouth and necking it back.
It tasted vile, like cod-liver oil, thick and difficult to swallow. He coughed again and again but it wouldn't shift, eventually it slid far enough down his throat he was able to choke it down. "It would seem Miss Parkinson has made an error with her potion" Harry nods his agreement, moving to the next table, the colouring turning green near the bottom.
"Please say this is a failure so I don't have to taste it, sir." He says motioning towards the vial glancing back at his Professor.
"Although it is rather different in colour, try it, you may be surprised. Pleasantly, or not I cannot say which" Harry groans picking it up, removing the cork giving it a cautious sniff, it didn't smell that bad compared to other potions. He took a small sip, it tasted of nothing, then a putrid taste filled his mouth making his eyes water, it was worse than the last one. "Not that nice of a surprise then?" Snape said a smirk playing at his lips, Harry glared back at him wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand moving onto the next vial.
One after the other, vial after vial, all were wrong. All were disgusting. Harry felt like his stomach was crawling, a burning in the back of his throat, he felt like he'd been hit with a jelly leg hex leaning heavily against the last desk panting slightly eyes closed and head down. The world was spinning, his pants felt tighter than usual, he shifted his robes to cover him. A sudden wave of something unkown passed through Harry making his legs go weak, so weak that he nearly falls to the floor. "Potter, are you quite alright?" He grips at the edge of the table with one hand, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses.
"M'fine Professor" Harry barely manages to say, another wave passes through him making his legs buckle gripping the table, his throat felt ridiculously dry. Snape sauntered over silently, pushing Harry's head up placing a hand over his forehead Harry tried to pull away biting his lip but Snape kept a strong hold, his face stoic, thinking. He pulled a stool towards him, pulled away from Harry pointing at it "Sit" pulling his wand its holder transfiguring a stray quill into a small goblet, the pointing it towards the goblet murmuring "Aguamenti" filling it with water "Drink." passing it over to him but, Harry couldn't quite grip it spilling it on himself, hands shaking, Severus sighed clearly irritated. Lifting the goblet to Harry's lips tilting it, the water just dribbled from the corner of his mouth, his face flushed chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes half lidded. When Severus edged closer he blanched back, bright green eyes wide and blazing, nearly falling off the stool Severus looped an arm around his back to steady him, Harry started squirming trying to get out of his grip but he kept his hand there, picking up the goblet raising it to his own lips taking a slow sip catching how Harry watches him open mouthed licking at his own lips. Moving his hand up Harry's body tilting his head back, pressing his mouth against the other's letting Harry drink and lap at the inside of his mouth. It was hot, and Harry had a sweet taste to him pulling his face closer to his they're lips moved against eachothers pushing his tongue past the barrier of Harry's teeth, tasting him.
Harry gripped at the front of his robes, and groaned into his mouth, squirming in his arms Severus sucking at his tongue. Harry pulled away panting, still gripping onto Severus's robes "P-professor?"
The reality of the situation hit Severus, his mouth opened then closed, he pulled his mouth into a straight line, stood up and yanked himself free from Harry's grasp "Get. Out" Harry had the audacity to look confused.
"Sir?"
He stormed away, picked up Harry's bag and threw it at him. "Get out. Now." The bag hit Harry square in the chest winding him, he rubbed at his chest putting the bag onto his shoulder standing on shaky legs taking a step forward Severus raised a hand making him halt "Wrong direction, turn around and get out of my sight you impertinant brat" Harry looked down at his feet then back up glared at him, turned around and walked out of the room. Severus sighed, catching himself raising a hand to his lips groaning in frustration and storming out of the room and into his private rooms casting Nox extinguishing the lights, surrounding him in darkness.
Where he belonged.