A/N: This has been bothering me for quite some time. Just thought I'd get it out.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. That would be a disaster.
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"What did you just say? Apologize."
Harry barely kept himself from rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, sir," Snape corrected.
"There's no need to call me 'sir', Professor," Harry snarked back.
Snape's nostrils flared and something sparked off in his eyes. "See me after class," he barked, turning.
Harry could feel the slightly awed expressions coming at him from all angles of the classroom. This time he didn't bother to reign in his desires and rolled his eyes.
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"You need to stop sassing me in public." Snape told the younger boy sternly.
"I know. I'm sorry – I couldn't resist," Harry replied.
"That being said," Snape paused here and allowed a smirk to encompass his face, "feel free to sass any of the other professors." Especially McGonagall wasn't said but was implied.
A matching smirk overtook Harry's face and theirs were almost eerily similar. He turned and lifted his knapsack.
Without turning, he called to the older man, "See you at dinner, father."
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Snape bolted up in bed and wondered why he was risking his life for something that never happened.
"My Lord – let me go to the boy."
Fin.