Title: Sleeping Stardust

Author: veritaserumMaster

Rating: T

Pairings: HPSS

Warnings: AU, Language, Un-betaed.

Summary: When a Quidditch player becomes a stalker.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.

A/N: This story is slash, so if you don't like that, then why are you reading this in the first place?

Just a little heads up: Severus was never Harry's teacher in this, just a schoolmate older than him. No Voldemort. A cameo by Ginny Weasley. Harry is a very famous Quidditch star. And a few other liberties I took when writing this down…

Hopefully, this chapter will shed light to the mysteries of the first chapter.

I am new to this sort of thing, so forgive me if I make mistakes or offend you. :)

I plan on finishing 'Yuletide Cheer', I just had to get this off my head.

Enjoy!

The Sleeping Stardust is an ordinary establishment on the outside. But do not be fooled, inside is a myriad of shelves filled with portals to different worlds. Now, how Harry came to find this sort of place is a wonder considering he wasn't one for books. It wasn't his fault really, the man was just irresistible. Just the right air of mystery and darkness encompassing the tall figure as he walked through Diagon Alley as if he owned the place.

Severus Snape. He hadn't heard that name in a long time. He couldn't deny the fact of his small, tiny, miniscule crush on him when they were at school together. He was the same as before: dark hair, dark eyes, and the dark aura around. Maybe that was what attracted him to the Slytherin in the first place; or maybe it was the fact that he didn't seem to care that Harry was the youngest seeker of the century; or maybe the way a small smile would tug at his lips whenever he made potions; or maybe that sensual voice of his. Okay, maybe everything about him attracted Harry. Again, it's not his fault the man was as sexy as hell. That face together with the devil-may-care personality is a dangerous combination, and Harry was addicted.

That is why every Wednesday for the past 2 months found Harry hidden behind a shelf full of books on magical creatures. It was the perfect spot for Snape-watching, as he had dubbed it. Don't get him wrong, he does read books here; it's just that Snape-watching was so much better than reading. He bought a few books that really interested him, but his favorite book, though, cannot be bought at a price and cannot be taken home, too.

Snape-watching made Harry notice things he hasn't noticed before. The way Snape's fingers curled around his quill as he wrote; the way his brows furrow in concentration whenever he's reading; the way his hand brushed across the paper. It was all so sexy. He sighed like a love-sick school girl as he drooled over Snape.

"Drooling over him again?"

Harry jumped and his head on the shelf above him.

"OW!"

He heard a chuckle before a gentle hand was placed over his head before he turned around and saw the swishing of red hair in front of him.

"That hurt, you know," he pouted. It was just a testament that he was going over here so frequently that he has befriended the shop keep.

"Well, you had to come out of your trance one way or another," she smiled sickeningly sweet up at him.

"Yes, and the only way to do that was to make me bang my head against hard wood," he said dryly.

She giggled- giggled! – at him and patted his head.

"Sorry, sorry, but you are just pathetic, Harry. Why don't you just go over there and ask him out? That's what normal people do, you know."

He cringed at here emphasis on the word. "I don't eve know if he's gay, Gin."

"Well, you won't know until you try. You said you were in Gryffindor, then why don't you channel that Courage and ask him out," she pushed him once again.

"I don't know, Gin-" he started but was quickly cut off when he was pushed forward.

"What the-" using his seeker reflexes, he grabbed hold of the nearest object he could hold on to and prepared for impact on the floor. He didn't, however, prepare for someone landing on him.

He let out an 'Oof!' as the air was knocked out of him. He heard a distinctly male groan and he opened his eyes only to close them back again. On top of him was The Severus Snape! I'm going to kill Ginny for this!

"We have got to stop meeting this way," he heard him say. He didn't open his eyes. He still had to control his heartbeat because the man on top of him, and the rest of the library, might heart it.

He waited with bated breath for the man on top of him to get off before he open his eyes, but the weight never lifted. Out of curiosity, he opened his eyes to find shocked onyx eyes staring at him.

His brows wrinkled as he asked, "What?"

That must've reached his mind a little because he shook his head. But still, he continued on staring at Harry, which, of course, made the smaller man blush to the roots of his hair. Our faces are only inches apart!

"I would appreciate it very much if you would get off of me," Harry congratulated himself for not wavering in saying that.

Severus smirked down at him, "Yes," he moved, bit instead of standing up, he positioned his arm up beside Harry's head, obscuring his face from the view of anyone looking at them. Harry flushed some more, "But you might want to recast your Disillusionment Spell."

Harry's eyes widened at the realization that not only can he be recognized by anyone, Severus Snape knows it's him, too! He quickly took out his wand and muttered the spell. When he felt the tingle of magic on his body, he closed his eyes and released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

He heard a chuckle and then a rustle of clothes as the man on top of him stood up. He rearranged his clothes and dusted himself off. He smirked down at Harry and held out his hand.

"You don't plan to lounge down there all day, do you?"

Harry reached up, and when he held onto his hand, it was heaven. He was warm and comfortable and it reminds you of sitting on the kitchen counter sipping coffee, or cold night in front of the roaring fire with a book to read and a pair of strong arms keeping you warm.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up once again as he saw Severus's smirk widen making him look devilishly sexy.

He only managed to hold back a whine as Severus let go of his hand.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down at his shoes, "And thank you."

"Do not worry yourself about it." All Harry could see was a flurry of black and then Severus was beside him, his body pressed to Harry's side. "Harry,"

He shivered and quickly turned to face the man, but he was already walking away. Merlin! I'm screwed!

A/N: Better? Worse? R&R...