AN: So here's the second chapter! :) It's slightly shorter than the first but I enjoyed writing Snape's part. I waited until I got three reviews to post it, and here's to hoping all those story alerts will turn into more reviews!... :D

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His eyes scanned the room, automatically resting on Potter who was adding lace fly wings to his cauldron when they were supposed to be using fairy wings! He glared around the room once more, momentarily considering all his students may have grabbed the wrong wings. Sure enough though, it was only Potter. Odd how know-it-all Granger hadn't yet corrected him.

"Mr. Potter! If you can't mix your potion correctly, perhaps you'd like to attempt simple mathematics? Tell me, if I were to deduct five points from Gryffindor for every failure you manage to accomplish in the last twenty minutes of today's class, how many points do you think your house would suffer?" Snape waited patiently for his answer, knowing what it would be, what it had been all class and the potion classes before this. Ever since…

"I don't know, Professor."

"Try ninety." Normally he'd be sadistically pleased, his version of ecstatic, to see the Gryffindor's shoot Harry menacing glances, but all it did was cause an unfamiliar, unrecognized and unbidden feeling to rise up in his chest. It was so unfamiliar in fact that he tried his best to act completely normal as he continued, ""Of course I'm not going to do that," His eyes cut to Potter, "yet. My house is very capable of attaining the House Cup without any interjection from me."

He turned with that to focus on the lesson and what he hoped were salvageable potions. Snape wasn't sure why Harry was bothering him so much more lately, he'd never threatened ninety points before. The boy wasn't acting any different then he usually did, perhaps a bit more crestfallen due to the Potions Master's own behavior, but other than that all was accustomed on the Potter front. Then why did he have this urge to strike out every time he saw the familiar dark hair of the boy? His green eyes rimmed by round glasses so very much like his father's…

Maybe that was it. His bloody father and their apparent difference. James after all had never apologized for his callous actions towards Severus, but his damn spitting image of a son felt the need to. The apology, the kindness, that was it. It just put him off…

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Harry hurried to apologize for his intrusion but all Severus could feel was the shock and the lingering feelings of rage, hurt and embarrassment of the incident, all ripped anew by his merciless tormentor's son's viewing of them. He didn't care anymore, no matter his respect for Dumbledore, no matter the Dark Lord's return, no matter anything. He wasn't doing these lessons anymore.

"Enough Potter. Out. Do not return, your lessons are over. Permanently." He proceeded to his desk quickly, fully expecting the boy to take his leave and leave him to reflect on the incident in the only manner of peace he could ever find.

Being alone.

But of course, like his father, a determined rule breaker, Harry followed behind him. Snape dropped into the chair at his desk just to come face to face with a far too close Potter. Automatically his fingers rested on his wand, ready to send the child flying if need be.

"Really. I had no idea, and I didn't mean to. It's just so difficult to learn. I have no idea how to do this." Potter was breathing heavy still and dripping sweat, so close that Snape could smell it. It condensed on his forehead and soaked the front of his shirt and in that moment Severus's breath hitched and starting coming uneven.

Through clenched teeth he spat," Leave. Now"

But Harry only inched closer, apparently oblivious to the space he was closing until he was so near that the Potions Professor could make out perfectly his long lashes shading the emerald green eyes so much like his mothers, the sweat soaking from his pores and his pink lip's cupid's bow. In that very moment, for the smallest second in time Snape wanted to close the very small distance left between him and boy, to press his older cracked lips against Harry's young inexperienced ones.. It was so unexpected, even more so than Harry's intrusion into his memories, so outrageous that the only thing he could think to do was blast the word, "OUT!" into Potter's face.

Harry spun on his heel, leaving a confused, bewildered and stricken Snape behind.

He could feel a cold sweat coming over him, he'd never felt that about anyone but Lily. Certainly not a student, and definitely not about another male. He had no idea what to blame the sudden compulsion on. The urge to strike against Potter came again.

"Can anyone tell me which wings are supposed to be used in this particular brew?" His eyes landed right on Potter, despite Granger's hand shooting right up.

"I don't know, Professor."

"Pity. Twenty points from Gryffindor." He was about to turn around, squelching the unfamiliar feeling he got again at his House's smug looks, when Granger spoke up.

"Twenty? Don't you think that's a bit much sir? We have been skipping to the more advanced chapters, you couldn't possibly expect everyone to know the answers." The impudence! He could expect whatever the bloody hell he wished to expect! It was true that he'd been skipping ahead to advanced potions, yes, but that was a necessity caused by the Dark Lord's return. Still he, as always, kept his calm.

In a silky smooth voice he countered, "I can obviously expect you to speak out of turn, as you're doing it yet again. Keep it up Miss Granger and we'll make Potter's twenty a thirty." He watched in delight as she deflated into her seat. He gave his attention to the rest of the class until he heard Weasley's whispered words. Taking a seat at his desk he dismissed the class, "Thirty five points from Gryffindor, your essays are due tomorrow. Leave." This time, he felt quite justified.