Well, I planned this story before as a cute one about what Snape felt for Lily...but when I wrote the 3° part I realized that It turned a bit...kinky...change of plans! So now is a SS and HP slash!!! ENJOY!!!
Potions Class. Always the same, Gryffindor and Slytherin gathered at the same hour; an akward feeling always invaded the dark and cold dungeon; that it never helped to improve the attitude between the two houses. A dreadfull silence poundered on. Behind the silver smoke of the cauldrons, all of the students were focused on mix and stir correclty.
"Stir, add more ingredients, not less or much, just as indicated in the book, mix, and stir again, a mechanical procedement."Harry thought as he was working on his potion. Hermione was absorted on her work, being ocasionally annoyed by Ron, who just stared at her movements for make his potion, suddenly they started to argue in a low voice, Harry ignored them; prefering a thousand times the tiring and bored issue than hear Snape's sharpened tounge, seeking for the perfect chance for criticize him. "Here he comes..."Saying to himself.
Severus Snape raised from the chair behind his desk. He had been checking some homeworks from first years and was in a bad mood ; first years always were a head-ache. Specially when they cried and complain in the first class about the "poitions mean teacher". When he reached at Harry's place; just aproached staring at his cauldron and said, "Awful, Potter, as always...5 points less from Gryffindor for being such a lousy student in class". Harry turned at his face and stared him with a hatred look, with those beautiful green eyes, so full of life, so Lily's...
Severus Snape always bothered Harry so he could stare at those eyes, her eyes, he didn't care if the boy hated him. Just wanted to gaze, one more time.Pefect, the inspiration came back suddenly to him, the muse had returned. Leaving Harry and ignoring the rest of the students, retuned to his desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and his quill for writing. Harry glanced at him "Werido...he always do that after arguing me"
Feeling your breath on my face,
Just as the sea breeze,
The sea in your eyes,
Where I'm drowning in,
So unreachable the superfice,
As unreachable as your heart,
I would be the happiest man on earth,
If only could live in the sea of your eyes
Next to you, forever,
With your smile,
With your hair,
With your eyes
Touch me,
Just a glance would be enough for...
"Professor..." Snape jumped off from his chair, putting his arms quickly around the piece of parchment, hiding it. "WHAT THE HELL MISS GRANGER!!!" Hermione was next to him; all the students were looking at him unconfortably. "Well...the class...is...over" she said nervously. "SO?" he answered. "SO WHAT??" Harry replied angrily, Gryffindors wanted to laugh, Slytherins were glancing at the teacher, confused. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT 10 MINUTES BEFORE!!! GET OUT OF MY DUNGEON, UNLESS YOU WANT EXTRA HOMEWORK FOR THE NEXT CLASS!!!" Eveybody left running the dungeon but before Harry could leave, Snape talked again "Potter..." Harry stood from the door, glancing him, "Detention...next Friday here at the same hour...now get out of my sight..."Harry glanced again furiously and left.
"Now...Where I was??" said Snape to himself smiling and continued writing. His plan would sucsess? To be cotinued...