First SS/HP story I've ever written! Should be interesting ;

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P.S. No I am not a retard, I know Severus is described completely different in the books. But guess what? To me he is a sex god ;

Harry POV

It's Halloween night, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is holding a ball for all the students to celebrate. If it was just any old ball then I probably wouldn't go, but it isn't. It's the first dance I'll be attending where I actually have a partner who hasn't decided to go with me out of last resort, like last year when I went with Parvati to the Yule Ball.

I shook the awful memory from my mind, a shiver running through my body. This time it was going to be different. New year. New ball. New girlfriend…Oh Merlin, that reminds me, I forgot to tell Cho that I was going to be late thanks to a certain snake that's teaching me Potions. Apparently asking Hermione if she had a spare quill while Snape is talking is some sort of crime. A crime worthy of a three foot long essay on Gillyweed since -'I'd already know so much about it' as Professor Snape had said. Stupid greasy bastard.

I knocked on the door and waited, the essay folded under my arm.

"Enter," I heard the Professor say from inside. I pushed the door open and stepped forward, quickly shutting it behind me. The sooner I got out of here the better.

"Ah Mr. Potter, I believe you owe me an essay," Snape smirked, one eyebrow raised.

"I…" My mouth stopped being able to form words the moment I saw Severus' bare arms folded across his chest. A chest which was covered by a tight black T-shirt which showed off his toned muscles.

I soon realized that I was gaping at him, so I snapped my mouth shut tightly and swallowed. Hard.

Since when had Snape ever worn clothes which were…normal? I shook my head and looked back up into his dark, now narrowed eyes.

"I have it here," I managed to say in a voice a few octaves higher than my normal voice, having had to clear my throat several times. What was wrong with me?

"Leave it on my desk, then you may leave," He instructed me, giving me one last suspicious look before looking back down at the work on his desk and beginning to write. I didn't move. I simply continued to stare at him in his new clothes.

Wait a minute…he washed his hair!

"Is there a particular reason why you are still standing there, Potter?" Snape asked me in a tired voice which sounded bored.

"No, sorry, I'll just…I'll just be going now," Well done Harry, you've successfully made a total idiot of yourself. At least I hadn't asked him what conditioner he'd used like I'd been tempted to.

As I reached the door Professor Snape called out my name, causing me to turn round to face him. I watched in stunned silence as he stood up (not only was he wearing a T-Shirt, but jeans? That's taking it too far to normality) and began walking towards me. My stomach tightened with every step he took and by the time he stood right in front of me, it was a mass of knots.

I didn't have time to think as his hand reached out towards me, as if in slow motion. And then suddenly he had pulled back, an essay I had forgotten I was still holding now held in his hand. Harry James Potter? You are an idiot.

HPSSHPSS

"Harry! There you are! Ron told me you had to hand in an essay to Snape, how did it go?" Cho asked me, smiling sympathetically as I stood next to her in the queue for drinks

"It…I…It went fine." There was no way in hell I was going to tell her what had happened. After taking my essay off me, Snape had simply shut the door in my face and left me feeling like a total moron.

"Well that's good then," She smiled, taking my hand and squeezing it slightly.

"Alright Harry?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Butter beer?"

"Pumpkin Juice?"

"Something a little…stronger?"

"Hey Fred, George, what are you doing?" I asked them with a curious grin, deciding to try and forget the scene with Severus…Oh my Holy Merlin I'm calling him by his first name. Stop thinking to yourself Harry, stop it right now!

"Funny story-"

"Long story-"

"But basically-"

"We're in charge of the drinks table-"

"Don't want anyone spiking the pumpkin juice now, do we?" The two explained with smirks on both of their identical faces.

"What's spiked and what isn't?" I asked Fred…or George, looking at the drinks carefully.

"Have a guess, but let's just say-"

"Ron's discovered his long-"

"-lost passion for pumpkin juice," They grinned at me. I picked up a glass of what looked like butterbeer.

"I'll keep that in mind," I grinned back, before letting Cho lead me over to a table. As we sat down I caught sight of Hermione looking around for someone, and I waved to catch her attention. A minute later she was sitting down next to me.

"Have you seen Ron?" She asked, sitting up straight to continue looking round the hall.

"No, I just got here five minutes ago though," I told her, taking a sip of my drink. It tasted alright which was a good sign. I was about to take another gulp when my eyes suddenly caught sight of a stumbling Ron. I willed myself not to burst out laughing as I watched him bump into several people, almost knocking them over. Where was a muggle camcorder when you needed one? I quickly stood up, told Cho and Hermione I'd be back in a minute, and headed over to a drunken ginger.

"Harrrrrrrrrry! Mate! Look! LOOK! I have seventy fingers!" He slurred loudly as I pulled him round to face me.

"No Ron, you don't, you're just incredibly drunk," I told him, steering him over to a nearby table.

"I all drunk just juice pumpkin!" He replied, shaking his head violently. I pushed him into a chair and then sat in the one next to him.

"I'm sure you did drink just pumpkin juice, pumpkin juice mixed with God knows what," I told him, patting him on the back and giving him a sympathetic smile.

"I love her!" He suddenly cried out, scaring me to bloody death.

"Keep it down mate!" I told him, trying to avoid the strange looks me and Ron were now receiving.

"But I do! Harmony! I love her!" He took my shoulders and shook me slightly before slumping onto the table.

I picked up a nearby drink, not caring whose it was, and downed it in one quick gulp.

"I know you do," I sighed, glancing round and spotting Hermione talking to Cho. Cho…I'd forgotten about her…Having a girlfriend really hadn't cracked up to what I thought it would be. We'd only been going out for two weeks and already I was feeling tied down, as if we were practically married.

I picked up another drink and gulped it down. Tonight was going to be an incredibly long night.

Severus POV

It was going to be an incredibly long night. It was past midnight and I had only managed to mark twenty papers, several of those less than satisfactory. Marking would be a lot easier had a certain Potter brat not acted so incredibly strange earlier.

All night I hadn't been able to get the incident out of my mind. Especially when I had reached out to take the essay off him which he had forgotten to leave on my desk. As my hand had moved towards him, he had looked at me with such shock. What had he thought I was going to do? Hit him? Idiotic child. As if I would ever hit one of my students, no matter how bloody infuriating they were.

"Accio," I muttered, pointing my wand at a bottle of whiskey (disguised as a potions ingredient) and grabbing it as it came to my hand. I quickly unscrewed the lid and poured some of the liquid into a nearby glass.

As I raised it to my mouth, a large bang from outside my room caused my head to shoot up, almost dropping the glass entirely.

"Snapey!" A voice out called from the corridor. Oh Merlin, just what I needed, students too drunk to find their way back to their common room.

"Severus! Can come I in?" I cursed under my breath as I stood up, putting the glass down and making my way over to the door.

"Pleeeeeeeeease?" The same voice continued to cry out. I gritted my teeth and pulled the door open, tempted to hex the Slytherin to oblivion. Until I saw who it was…

"Professor! Ron right! I gots seventy fingers!" A messy, raven-haired, green-eyed boy cried happily, stepping past me and entering my classroom. I turned and stared as Potter slumped onto one of the desks.

"Potter, what-" I began, before he interrupted me.

"Weren't you…I…What did I just say there? Oh!...Wait…No that's not…Wait a sec…yeah it was! Why aren't you dancing?" He stammered, making no sense at all?
"Dancing?" I asked, shutting the door so that no one could see this embarrassing situation I was in; before moving towards him, about to drag him out of my classroom.

"You look real good," he suddenly said, just as I was reaching out towards him to grab his arm. I froze. Potter looked down at my hand before reaching up and taking it in one of his. Pulling my hand onto his waist, he stood up- stepping into my embrace and putting his arms around me, dropping my hand. Oh dear God.

"Professorrrrrr…" Harry slurred, stepping closer to me. I swallowed, hard, before clamping both my hands on the boy's waist and pushing him firmly away from me.

"You are drunk, Mr. Potter. Not kindly go and be drunk somewhere else," I instructed, about to lead him out of my classroom before he slumped back down on the desk once more.

"You never do call me that…" He said sadly, looking down at his hands.

"Call you what?" I asked the drunken teenager, wondering what the best method of throwing him out of the room was.

"Harry. Always Potter or whatever, never just Harry…" His head tilted up so that his gaze met mine. If he continued to look at me in that way I was going to do something I would regret.

I needed to get him out of my classroom. Away. From me. Now.

"Potter, get out of my classroom." I waited for the drunken student to stumble towards the door. But instead he simply stood up and continued to look at me with the same hurt, puppy-eyed expression.

"Say my name and I'll do whatever you want me to," He whispered, his arms wrapping around me once more. I ignored the sudden hardness in my trousers (this was the last bloody time I wore jeans) and once again pushed the boy away from me.

"Get out of my classroom…Harry," The only reason I said his name was to get him out of my classroom. That's the only reason.

The hurt expression changed to one of ridiculous joy and I rolled my eyes in disgust. Potter stood up once more after having sat down when I'd pushed him away from me again.

"See you tomorrow Sexerus!" He smiled brightly, winking in my direction before tripping on a chair as he was about to walk away.

"Oh wait, I think I forgot something!" He suddenly cried. I let out a groan of annoyance.

"What is it n-?" Two soft, warm lips covered mine briefly, before pulling away. As Potter shut the door behind him, I slowly sank down onto the desk which had been previously occupied.

This was the last time I ever marked papers in the Potions classroom…

Wait, did he just call me Sexerus?!

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