Wanting Him

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related, just the insane plots that I send the characters into.

Summary: Harry Potter wants Severus Snape, but doesn't think he could ever get him. Will one night locked in the Potion Master's personal lab make Harry think otherwise?

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A/N: Yeso! Chapter Two-oh! -dances.-
Well, as I promised: I bigo hug and a cookie to all my lovely reviewers! (HeatherLB specially because I really don't want to die at the moment!) Now, to stop my random ramblings, lets go to the fic!

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Chapter Two: Detention with A Sex God (in Harry's opinion) Part One

Harry and Hermione sat somewhere in the middle, more so near the Gryffindor side of the room. They knew that they rather didn't want to sit next to the Slytherins, even though they actually didn't hate them. They just didn't want their potion sabotoged. (A/N: this story is un-beta'd and I cant' spell to save my life! Help meh please!) In under five minutes, the rest of the small class had come in and sat down.

Professor Snape, once satisfied that the entire class was there, stood up from his desk and infront of his podeum. Sneering at the faces before him, he crossed his arms before glowering at them all.

"Now, to begin. I am shocked that some of you dunder-heads had made it into my N.E.W.T.S level class, but you obviously did. I cannot make you drop the class, nor kick you out of it, so be prepared for a FULL year of brewing. Today, we will just be writing notes, not to hard for you Potter?"

Severus glared at the emerald-eyed boy and Harry, even after recieving the glare for six years before, blushed in embaressment.

"As such, your notes shall be covering the Draught of Living Death. The ingredients shall be on the board. I want one and a half feet of parchment covering them and how to brew the potion properly. Turn to page 697 and begin."

Snape glared at them all before returning to his seat. He had essays to mark.

Harry sighed to himself and cut the right amount of parchment before taking out his quill and ink well. Glancing at the board, he opened up his book to the correct page.

In the Professor's fancy scroll the begining of notes were written in chalk on the green surface:

The Draught of Living Death

Considered to be the most powerful sleeping potion in the world, the drinker is induced in such a heavy sleep, that it appears they are dead.

Ingredients: Wormwood, Asphodel, Sopophorus Bean and Valerian Roots

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Harry was a quick writer. He was the first to have his notes completed. All 12 1/2 inches of notes. His face impassive, he walked up with confidence to the Professor's desk.

"Sir..." He said quietly, and Snape reluctantly looked up at him. Harry held up his paper. "I'm finished."

Giving the Gryffindor his famous Snape-sneer, the potion master snatched the paper from his hands. He skimmed over it. Everything was there. It was actually a reasonable set of notes.

"They're good Potter. Return to your seat. And, because I had not called out for papers yet, you have dissrupted class and have earned a detention tonight. Be in my office at 7pm after dinner."

Sighing, Harry nodded. "Yessir." He mumbled before heading back to his seat. He tried hard to impress him, to be on his good side, but all it got him was detention.

"Stupid crushes..." Harry grumbled to himself as he took a seat next to Hermione. She have him her own glare for getting detention. They were supposed to have a movie night tonight. Surprisingly, Harry had forgotten. It was him who actually thought of the idea the day before on the train.

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That night at exactly seven Harry knocked on the Professor's office door. He didn't want to be late, or too early. He hoped that it wouldn't loose him house points.

Harry stood nervously outside the door as he waited for Professor Snape to give him entry.

"Inside, Potter!" Came the un-happy voice of Severus Snape. Biting his lip, he entered the room. Never before had Harry come to Severus' office for detention.

'Did I just call him Severus in my mind...?' Harry thought incredulously. Suddenly, a feeling of dread settled in his stomach. He praid to Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, and the other Hogwarts founders (even Salazar Slytherin) that he wouldn't have to start occulamency lessons again. He didn't want the Professor finding out his crush on him!

"Alright, Potter." Snape growled, shutting the door with a forcefull bang. "Tonight, instead of scrubbing cauldrons, you will be doing something different."

Harry winced. "And...what would that be sir...?" He asked quietly.

"You shall be assisting me on a potion."

Harry blanched. "Seriously?!" He gasped. That had been his second deepest wish, to brew a potion with Severus Snape. Never mind his first, but...

"Yes, Potter. Seriously. Now, follow me. We shall be brewing this in my personal potion's lab." Snape turned swift on his heel to a wall in the back of his office. He waved his hand over it, muttering a password, and the stone in the wall moved away, creating an arch.

"Come along..." He sneered, and walked down the spiral steps. Harry followed as fast as he could. It was getting darker and colder the deeper they went.

Smirking in the shadows, Harry got as close to the professor as he could, insisting that he was cold. This was going to be ONE interesting detention.

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A/N: I didn't have the heart not to update earlier than I planned. This story is one of my favorites! Tee hee. Well, I hope you enjoyed! R&R if you please! (This time, I'll give you all a Double Sided Pink Light-sabour!!)