Written for Suitsmeme Prompt: Someone please write me an AU where Harvey is a notoriously difficult law school professor and Mike is his snarky, clever, outspoken student. They fall in love through Mike's attendance at Harvey's office hours which involve arguments over precedent and paper grades and most important court cases and favorite Supreme Court justices.

Bonus points for Harvey refusing to start anything until Mike is no longer his student. Super extra bonus points if they come thisclose to kissing/whatever and Harvey has to (reluctantly) explain this to Mike.

New to the Suits fandom and in LOVE. I swore I would finish my WIPs before doing new things but this is relaxing while I get over my blocks.

Disclaimer: I own nada. Like squat.

Chapter 1

Mike was running late and pushing his legs to pump faster. He was supposed to be in his Constitutional Law Professors office in five minutes, only he was still seven minutes away. He could kiss any chance of passing the class if he didn't make it on time as several people besides Professor Harvey Specter himself had spoken about tardiness. Basically, if you aren't there, don't bother showing up again.

Mike wasn't stupid. Harvey Specter was the best Constitutional Law professor on the East Coast. He was feared on campus for his amazing analytical and legal mind but his acerbic wit and legendary bad moods. Not to mention he was hot as hell and Mike often found himself reduced to a puddle of barely cognitive goo whenever he became impassioned during a lecture, arguing with students and questioning ethics and converting them over to his opinion. He floated around the damn classroom, all deity like and arrogant, ugh. Mike didn't have any other option; he had to make it.

Especially since this was only the first time Mike was asked to drop by the office and it was only after he had turned in his first assignment involving an opinion piece on the notoriously debated Right of Privacy and the 9th Amendment. Few ever disagreed with Harvey Specter, especially about his favor subject that he had written BOOKS on. Mike read the books. He disagreed with them and by that, Harvey Specter. Mike was going to die, he was sure of it.

He didn't even lock his bike up as he practically flew up the stairs to Professor Specter's office barely knocking as he flung the door open only to see Specter wasn't even there.

What the fu—

"Mr. Ross," Mike turned around so fast he heard his neck crack. Standing behind him, in his custom made $3,000 suits was Harvey Specter himself, smirking. "Just in time, and I do mean that…"

"Professor," Mike greeted, moving out of the office doorway so the man could actually enter. "You wanted to see me."

"More I wanted to speak with you and close the door," Specter agreed while disagreeing at the same time. Mike decided to let that one go, it was only the first meeting of the semester after all. "I'm meeting with students individually to go over their first assignment in hopes of correcting mistakes that will never be made again while in my class or God forbid in their actual practice of law."

Mike cringed a bit, wondering just how bad his paper was. He may have written it a tad last minute while going against everything he had ever learned in Law School.

"Don't look too forlorn," Specter began again, snapping Mike out of his self-pity party. "Your paper wasn't terrible AND you got the only theoretical bonus points for actually using a book. I say theoretical because the syllabus explicitly states that students MUST use at least two texts as primary sources."

"So I got extra credit?" Mike asked confusedly, wondering if his paper was actually going to be critiqued.

"No, but nothing was deducted for that requirement," Specter leaned back in his chair. "And you won't get admonished about not being able to read, because you clearly have the ability to do so."

"My paper was good then?" Mike was still trying to understand where this whole meeting was going.

"It was a representative of a well crafted academic paper that is acceptable for a 2L," Specter went on, actually handing Mike his paper back. Mike resisted scanning it in favor of trying to judge his professor's expression.

"I sense a but…"

"But," Specter interrupted smoothly, for once not catching Mike off guard. "Your ability to read doesn't seem to help your ability to analyze a text and come to a sensible and well reasoned opinion that the facts have clearly presented to you. Thus your argument is flawed and incorrect."

"… I got an A?" Mike asked more himself than Specter.

"It had thought," Specter continued. "Except when you cited Antonin Scalia in a favorable manner, I'm willing to excuse it as bad judgment and am positive that it won't happen again."

"Buh," Mike stuttered. "Wait. I was writing the paper as an argument against the Right to Privacy in the 9th."

"I did in fact read the paper, Mr. Ross," Mike felt Specter's gaze on him as he stared at the paper. "Every baseless opinion and delusion that you put into it."

"I cited Scalia as a textulist and originalist," Mike explained, pretty sure that this meeting was not going to actually reach the topic of his actual writing style again. "He doesn't believe in the "Living Constitution". The Constitution says what it needs to and we can only interpret what the founders gave us. That was my argument."

Mike was a bit disconcerted when all Specter did in response was, in fact, roll his eyes.

"I am well aware of what your naïve second semester 1L heart believes, Mr. Ross," Harvey pulled himself into a rigid sitting position. "But the 9th Amendment is still obviously present for those rights not enumerated as the founders could not predict justly that quartering soldiers in homes might be the only invasion of privacy to happen in America."

"Professor," Mike began again, waving his paper around a little. "I've read the constitution. I've been able to recite it since I was five and I have an eidetic memory! Nowhere are the words Right to Privacy explicitly stated!"

Harvey, and when in Mike's mind did Specter become Harvey, pulled himself out of his chair and walked around his disgustingly expensive desk and get down on one knee in his disgustingly expensive suit while clearly disregarding Mike's personal space.

"So, Mike," he said, still leaning in as Mike struggled to not react to the warm presence so close to him. "Since there is no constitutional right to privacy, and this is a state and federally funded school that we are at, you have no problem with me being in your space, right?"

"Uh," Mike was too busy trying to busy to force his brain to be anything but goo. "Personal right to privacy?"

Mike felt Harvey begin to chuckle before he actually heard him do so. Mike was so close, he looked at Harvey before closing in and – why was the heat gone?

Mike's eyes shot open when he realized that Harvey had gotten up and began walking around his desk again. What the fu—

"Mr. Ross," Harvey began, all stiff and formal and not like he was five minutes ago. "I don't fuck my students." Well now Mike just felt retarded.

"Excuse me for being so bold," Mike began, staring intently at the carpet as if it just screwed with his feelings instead of his professor. "But I swear you were coming on –"

"Maybe I was," Harvey walked around again and propped himself on his desk. "But it doesn't the change the fact that this can't happen while you are my student."

Mike stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly.

"But I am allowed to schedule weekly meetings," Mike asked, deliberately keeping eye contact. "If I don't understand the assignments and readings?"

"I would encourage you to do so," Harvey drawled, making Mike gulp appreciatively.

"And some of those meetings may be over coffee or even a meal?" Mike asked, wondering how far he could toe the line.

"Sometimes," Harvey agreed, looking Mike up and down. "As long as conversation stays on the topic at hand. We wouldn't want to… stray and cross ethical lines or anything."

"No, we wouldn't want to do that," Mike nodded, finding himself willing to agree to whatever Harvey Specter asked him to do. Anything. And that thought frightened him a tad but that was neither here nor there.

"And when your semester is over and your Constitutional Law requirement done," Harvey continued to drawl, pushing himself forward and back into Mike's space before dropping his tone down to whisper into Mike's ear. "We will continue this topic of conversation if you so desire…"

Mike wasn't sure if Harvey was breathing heavily in his ear or if it was actually his own lungs producing such sounds. Before he could consider it any further in hopes of diminishing other areas of thought, Harvey's heat was again gone and Mike was now contemplating suing him for the state of his soon to be blue balls.

"Right," Mike rearranged himself and shoved his paper into his bag. "Great meeting, Professor."

"Email me in a week for a meeting about your writing style," Harvey smirked, lazily moving papers around on his desk. "That should give you enough time to fix whatever other idiotic thoughts you have about privacy."

Mike didn't know what to say so he just blinked before nodding and walking out the door, keeping his messenger bag in front, rather than behind him. Mike nodded to the next student who rushed by him, trying to be on time for the amazing Harvey Specter.

Hope that kid's meeting goes better than his … wait.

Scratch that.

It better fucking not.