A/N: Don't own it. And yes, I am insane. :)
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On the first night of the Christmas holidays, Dumbledore sat holed up in his office at approximately midnight. Using the lame excuse that 'since it's your last year here, Harry, you really should stay at the Castle for Christmas', he had managed to convince the Seventh Year to not go to the Burrow with the other two-thirds of the trio. Ha! What a gullible pawn . . .
But now that the war was over, Dumbledore had much more exciting things to push people into than "avenging your parents' deaths by murdering the psycho that killed them"; he had recently taken an interest (all right, obsession) in a certain aspect of Muggle life: Fanfiction.
As exciting as all those wonderful stories about him and Gellert were, Dumbledore was more interested in a slightly more forbidden pairing. Yes, if you'll believe it (I guess it doesn't really matter if you believe it, but eh, whatever), he was morbidly obsessed with Snarry. And . . . he had a plan.
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Severus Snape was stomping furiously through the Castle. Some stupid note had told him to go to the Fourth Year's Charms classroom at five o'clock, and sure, it may have been very suspicious, but he had nothing to lose.
After he entered the classroom and flung the door shut behind him, he turned around to see . . .
Potter?
"Potter! What are you doing here?"
Potter turned around, hiding something behind his back and looking decidedly guilty and red in the face. "Professor! Someone told me to come here and I did, and, well . . ."
He pulled out whatever he was hiding, which happened to be several sheets of printed paper with words typed on them. "Someone seems to have left these here, I think it might've been on purpose if they told you to come here too."
Snape raised an eyebrow in righteous confusion. "What do you mean, might've been on purpose if they told me to come here too?"
Potter shuffled his feet and said, "Well, you might want to read the papers, sir."
Snape rolled his eyes and stormed over to Potter, snatching the papers from him. His eyes froze when he saw what was printed on them. "Fanfiction? That ridiculous Muggle nonsense?"
Potter still looked very nervous. "Not just any fanfiction, Professor . . ."
Snape looked back at the first piece of paper, and scanned it quickly. His eyes froze yet again when they came across some very unsettling words. "Harry blushed at their situation and Severus couldn't help but notice how exceptionally striking the young man was—what kind of loser writes this?"
Harry blushed at their situation and Severus couldn't help but notice how exceptionally striking the young man was. His messy jet-black hair, vivid green eyes, cheeks tinted with colour, full red lips just begging to be—wait, what?
Snape's eyes were wide. Harry himself was quite embarrassed. Although, when the professor had swept in the door, he had felt taken aback by the sudden dominant presence. That black hair, the pale skin, those ebony eyes glittering in a menacing yet sexy way, that body hidden behind tight black robes . . .
WHAT?
Snape finally remembered himself and huffed in (hopefully convincing) annoyance. "I do not know the motives behind whoever both told us to meet and left this here, but they are of no concern to me. Good day, Potter."
He then swept back out of the classroom, hating every step he took.
Harry sighed, relishing the slight wind the man's robes had made as he had swished around to head for the door. It was going to be a long Christmas break.
They lasted three days before they were back in the same exact classroom, snogging the living daylights out of each other.
