Disclaimer: I am not J. , these are not my characters and so on

AN: I've read many Snape and Harry fanfics, and found one which I reeeeeaally loved. I got inspiration from it, and used that fanfics start, and continued writing on it. If you want to read the original story, it's called «Occlumency is on Monday» by HPFanficFan. I really recommend it
Hope you enjoy

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«You hate me! Admit it! I don't know why, but you despise me and treat me as if I am nothing!" Harry screamed, not caring about the fact that Snape looked livid. He couldn't stop himself, and without thinking of what he was saying, he carried on, letting the words form on their own.

"I treat you no better nor worse than what you deserve, you arrogant child!" Severus growled with rising ire. How dare Potter speak to him like that? "I am warning you for the last time, Potter. You are perilously close breaching my patience, and when it gives, things will not go in your favor"

"Fuck you, Snape! Now I really understand why my father hated you so much, and why you were so unpopular, you're a sorry excuse for a human being. They were right, you are a coward; nothing but an ugly, greasy Snivellus!"

WHAM!

Harry fell so hard, he didn't even have time to catch his breath before slamming his head on the hard dungeon floor with a loud crack.

Snape froze as he realized what he had done. He had hit a student, and not just any student. He had striked Harry Potter, Dumbledore's Golden Boy. Furthermore, he had hit him in a way that was not only highly inappropriate, but also brutal. But that dreaded name, Potter had to go an call him that despicable name, out of everything, anything. Not even "coward" had gotten him so angry.

With a grunt, he bent down and hooked his hand under Potter's chin, ignoring the slight flinch issuing from the boy. After looking at the wound for a moment, he sighed with relief. It looked worse than it was, Potter would be fine.

Harry twisted his head away when Snape reached for him. His professor had hit him. He couldn't believe Snape had hit him. But as he thought about their argument, about what he had said, he could. He had called his professor Snivellus, a name the man had been tormented with throughout his years at Hogwarts. No wonder he was so angry.

Harry felt miserable; the anger and resentment he had felt moments before was replaced with guilt, regret and a touch of fear.

When the potions professor reached for Harry's face, he pulled away, almost instinctively.

"Stop, don't move", Snape chided, and although Harry didn't like it, he let his professor turn his head towards the light. Was it his imagination, or did his professor sound worried? Nah, probably just the blow to the head.

Snape pushed away the messy dark hair as he examined the wound. It was bleeding, but not badly. Harry grimaced and bit his lip at the professors touch, but the sandpaper like hands were surprisingly gentle.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "It's fine" he said. "It's only a cut, not too deep" Harry felt woozy, his bruised cheek and still bleeding cut pulsed with sharp pain as the rest of his head ached dully.

"Wait here, Potter" Snape commanded, as he whipped around towards his potions store.

Harry, however, did not wait. He had to get out of there before Snape got the chance to tear him apart. With wobbly legs and a throbbing head, Harry left.

His sneaking skills were not on their peak, however, as he clumsily stumbled out the door. He knew Snape must've heard him, but he hoped that Snape had grown so tired of him that he wouldn't bother following the boy.

Tensing, he realized he had been wrong, as he heard the sound of robes billowing behind him. He sighed as he tried to walk faster. He had to get out of that stuffy old dungeon. He had to get away from Snape.

"Potter, you will return to my office immediately", he hissed, and Harry could imagine the scowl on his professor's face. Choosing to ignore the man, Harry refused to answer.

"Potter, I told you to wait. Was there something you did not understand about that sentence? Shall I spell it out for you, or perhaps draw a drawing. Will it get into that thick skull of yours then?" The man had started out calmly, but his voice turned icier for each letter, and the thought of going back to the man's office became less and less tempting.

"Potter, cease this childish attitude and face me now", Snape continued, marching quickly, then coming to a halt as the boy suddenly whipped around again.

"Why? So you can hit me again?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly, but if it was with anger of fear or pain, Harry could not tell. He did not wait for an answer before he turned his heel. He didn't make it far before he felt a bony, but still strong hand hold his shoulder, forcing him to turn face the man again. Harry was caught off guard, and couldn't help but flinch. As Snape saw this, he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

"Would you kindly join me back to the office, Mr. Potter?" he asked, his voice starting Harry as it lacked of both irritation and loathing. He stared at the bat as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. "Did Snape say…kindly?" Confused, shocked, and a little bit curious, Harry sighed and started walking back to the office, knowing Snape wouldn't let him escape either way. Snape did not remove his pale hand from Harry's shoulder, and once they entered the office, he pushed Harry gently into the chair in front of Snape's desk.

With his back to Harry as he searched for something in his cupboard, he asked the last thing Harry would ever expect.