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Snape would have slammed the portrait door to his rooms closed if he could have however someone, he believe Dumbledore, had charmed it so he couldn't. Snape had just returned from his lab and found that the potion he had been brewing had been ruined just because he had been half a minute late, that's how precise potion making had to be. Now he would have to start all over again, that would take up his precious weekend time, well at least he didn't have to be supervising a detention, and after the last few days he had a good feeling that he wouldn't have to for a long time.

Snape sat down on one of his armchairs by the fire. He pulled out the tiny buddle of messed up parchments from his pocket and resized them. Now he would have to reorganize them, great. No one knew this about Snape but he did really enjoy his weekends, he liked to get all his weekend marking done on Friday night so he could have the rest of the weekend to himself.

He began shuffling through the papers on his lap when something caught his eyes. On one of the parchments, while he was filing through them, he could have sworn he had seen the words 'big cock.' He went back a few parchments and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

Glade – Plug it in, plug it in.

I would love Severus to plug his big cock into me.

"What in the world?" Snape said out loud.

These were Potter's definitions, he would know that chicken scratch scrawl anywhere, but this was something he was definitely not expecting.

He looked down to the next definition.

Angry – One of the better types of sex

I want Severus to have angry, passionate sex with me.

Snape honestly could not believe what he was reading, was Potter trying to tell him something, it would seem like it but Weasley must have told him that he was throwing the papers away. He had made sure to do it right in front of the youngest Weasley boy just to see the anger light up his eyes but not be able to do anything.

Had Potter somehow found out that he was gay? He couldn't believe that they boy would just give him these things without knowing for sure in Snape fancied the same sex or not. However the boy had done a number of stupid things in his life.

The truth was other than the utter shock of the untold secrets in these words; Severus didn't know what he should do. Potter, though as annoying as he could be sometimes, was a very handsome young man. He was in his seventh year already, almost finished school in fact and his years playing Quidditch had certainly been kind to him.

If Potter wanted a relationship or something with him, Snape wouldn't be averse to giving it a try. They might not get along sometimes but it was his mother who always told him that sometimes fiery personalities that seemed like all they did was oppose each other were the best types for relationships.

Snape skimmed down the list a bit.

Monster – A penis which is enormously large in either length, width or both

I bet Severus has a monster cock.

Snape was shocked to realize that he was getting hard; the image of Harry gasping at the length of his cock and then riding it all night long was just so erotic.

Snape was amused when he realized that at one point at the number 143 on the parchment Potter had totally stopped listening to the words Snape had been giving out and was instead making up his own.

Gaybie – A baby that's parents are both men.

I like to have a Gaybie with Severus; I'd like to have many Gaybies.

'Was that true? Did Harry really want children with him?' Snape asked himself.

Snape read through all of them, the dirty, the strange, the awkward and the arousing. But the one that really got to him was the last one.

Professor - A person who cares enough about abusive and ungrateful teens to work for crappy pay and long hours while hoping someday students mature enough to realize how lucky they are to have someone who gives a shit about them.

I'm glad I have Professor Snape in my life, I'm glad he gives a shit about me to save my life on countless occasions, teach me things no one else can and have more patience with me than I deserve.

Snape's heart did a flip-flop at that confession.

Did he really mean that much to Potter no...Harry?

He needed to take some time and really think this through, he was glad it was the weekend.

Forgetting about the papers he should be marking Snape got up and walked to his liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of scotch. He swirled his glass then took a sip and let the liquid burn his throat. He took Harry's definitions with him as he sat down at his dining room table formulating a plan of action.

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Snape sat at his desk and watched as the seventh years students poured into his class, his eyes were drawn to one individual with messy black hair and piercing green eyes.

Harry sat beside Ron but neither of them said a word, it seemed as both of them had learned their lesson; this was going to be harder that he thought but he would make it work.

Snape watched Harry out of the corner of his eye the entire class, waiting for the young man to screw something up but Harry was content to sit and do his work. However it seemed to Snape that he was about to have a very lucky day.

He saw Draco spell dragonfly wings to drop into Harry's caldron and Snape knew exactly what reaction the particular potion they were brewing today would have with that. Nothing that serious but it would cause the potion to bubble over considering whether Harry had brewed it right or not.

Just as he expected Harry's potion started to bubble and you could hear crackling as the inside of the caldron began to burn. "Potter!" Snape said angrily getting up from his desk "Not paying attention again? Detention Potter at seven, now clean that mess up." Snape said as he pointed to the potion that was now dripping down the cauldron and onto the floor.

He saw Harry wince and unconsciously touched his sore hand.

Weasley gave him an apologetic look.

Snape felt bad but Harry would understand in a couple of hours.

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As Harry walked into his office with his shoulders hunched Snape let out a silent breath, this was it.

Harry sat down at the desk and Snape handed him a piece of parchment. "Ready Potter?" he sneered.

Harry nodded slowly.

Snape walked over to his desk and sat down "Reproachful" Snape began.

What Harry didn't know was that the parchment he was writing on had a twin that was sitting in front of Snape at the moment, allowing Snape to see exactly what Harry was writing. Soon the words appeared:

Reproachful – Not wanting to do something, being reproachful of it

I'm reproachful about writing more definitions because my hand is in agony.

It took Harry a while to get into it; finally at number 50 Snape got what he wanted.

Cider – A substance that will make your penis grow.

And then very hesitantly

Severus doesn't need any cider because his penis is already big enough for me.

Snape really let Harry get into it until he was in his own trance not even paying attention to what Snape was saying while he wrote out his own definitions.

This is what Snape had been waiting for "Cock" he pronounced with a purr.

Harry wasn't paying attention...yet.

Snape waited five minutes "Dildo" he said still in the dead sexy purring voice.

Every five minutes he would say another very sexual word.

On the tenth one after 'Cock' Snape said "Anal."

Snape watched as Harry started to write 'popsicle' but then the writing stopped.

Snape kept his eyes lowered but glazed at Harry through his eyelashes.

Harry was looking at him confused as his mouth mouthed the words 'Anal?' then 'Intercourse' which had been the word Snape had used before Anal.

"Cum" Snape's delicious sexy voice rang out and Potter's mouth dropped because of the way his professor had said it.

Harry started to write 'Come' on his parchment.

Snape however picked up his own quill and wrote on his parchment

No Potter it's spelt cum not come, for example I was happy to ejaculate my cum into Harry Potter's mouth.

This appeared right next to Harry's written Come.

Harry gasped out loud and looked at Snape incredulously.

"Yes Potter I know" Snape said "You want to lick my lollipop and have an angry fuck with me."

Harry blushed the color of Weasley's hair.

Harry got up and went to run out the door but Snape had expected this, the door closed and locked in front of Harry.

"Let me out!" Harry yelled.

"No Potter" Snape said "Because I have a secret for you too."

Harry looked skeptical and nervous all at the same time.

"I want all of that too." Snape whispered.

Harry looked hopeful a moment but then his face changed into a frown "No!" he yelled "You're just trying to get back at me for writing that stuff so you could have a laugh later."

"No Harry I'm not" Snape said coming over to Harry "I'm being more sincere than I ever have in my life."

He grasped Harry's face in his hands and kissed him passionately.