THIS IS SLASH!!! (MALE/MALE) If this isn't your thing go away!!!

I have no idea what this will be rated in the long run. This is a first line challenge from HPSSFF that I decided to try out before I actually get my own challenge. So this isn't actually for the fest. I only have a general idea as to where this is going so if you have preferences you can tell me I just might not adhere to them.

I also am looking for a good beta. If you would like to beta for me, critique this first part and email me at malperson@yahoo.com. I would greatly appreciate it.

"Harry, Severus needs a blood transfusion and you're the only one in the whole castle that has his blood type, will you help?" Dumbledore calmly asked, his annoying eyes twinkling just to annoy me. I really can't believe he just asked me that. I wanted to say no; in fact I wanted to run screaming it down the halls in the childish manner that I know this situation deserved. I couldn't though. I have reached my seventh year at this school and even if I don't have many tangible accomplishments (besides the fact that I am still alive); I would like to say that I have my maturity.

So as suspected, I oh so calmly explained, "I would be perfectly willing to donate blood as long as I'm sedated."

Dumbledore just blinked at me in confusion. "Mr. Potter I know I am not up on all of the muggle technology, but I do know that a magical blood transfusion can not be done while under what muggles term 'sedation'"

This is the exact moment where I decided a retreat was necessary and ran out of the office with the excuse I was late for classes. I couldn't help but ponder what Dumbledore said over and over again while walking up towards Divination. Why couldn't I be sedated? Where was he going with this? I have been in that circular office of his enough times to know that when he doesn't even offer you a lemon drop, you are in for the worst news of your life. Why would giving blood to Snape alter my life that much, I have absolutely no idea. In fact, I saw Snape a few hours ago and he looked fine, not sick at all. He had his hair flowing behind him and he was standing provocatively at the front of the classroom. .I did not just think that. Ok, I now am going to put those thoughts like so many others behind the gigantic wall of denial I'm currently building. I know the only way I am going to get through the year is if I deny all attraction to my greasy haired Potions Master. Now if only I could ignore my current physical problem as well class will be alright.

I finally have arrived at my classroom. The trap door is already shut so that means I must be late. At least I have an excuse this time. I pull down the door and hurry up the ladder and into my seat as fast as I can. I just hope that Trelawney doesn't decide to predict my future today as I really am not up to horrible predictions of my future death.

Review and tell me what you think. If I only get negative response or none Ill just assume there is no interest and not continue. This is my first time writing a fanfic so if it isn't coherent tell me and I'll fix it.