(-_-) Harry Potter and the Odd Friendship (-_-)

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ME: I sadly do not own the characters or places presented in this story. Only the strange and naughty plot.

HARRY: Wow!

SEVERUS: I'm glad she doesn't own me. I wouldn't last under her…. (writing?)

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WARNINGS: MILD! {Snape's POV}

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2: Crush

It had been almost two weeks since that first incident with Potter and I still couldn't shake the feeling of confusion nor the fact that I was missing something. Striding about the potions room I noticed Potter had not shown up to class that day and his friends looked rather upset. Granger especially looked disgusted about Potter's sheer lack to come to class. I continued around the room inspecting cauldrons as I went. Almost. I almost made it to the table Granger and Weasley were occupying when the door banged open. Potter strolled in and took his seat not meeting anyone's gaze.

"Mr. Potter, unless you have some sort of explanation as to why you are twenty minutes late I will be forced to deduct points." I said with the famous sneer firmly in place as I approached Potter's table. He didn't move. Didn't speak. "Well then, twe…" I was cut off by a small quiet voice.

"I was with Professor Dumbledore." Potter said.

"Really, well that's easy enough to check out, but what could be more important than showing up to classes seeing as I would think you of all people want to pass your NEWT's." I sniped at him.

"I'm sorry, Sir…" Potter said speaking louder. He took a deep breath and looked up into my eyes. "That's a private matter."

"I see. Don't even think about starting this potion, you don't have time. Just copy down the directions and be here at eight o'clock to make it up. Unless you'd prefer the zero." I snapped continuing to my desk.

When time was up a half hour later, I told everyone to pack up and leave me a sample of the potion. Then dismissed them all. Potter was the first out the door.

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A couple hours later, I entered the great hall and took my seat at the head table. Looking out over the students I noticed three things. One, Potter wasn't there. Two, his friends looked even more upset than in class. Three, Draco was smiling at a Slytherin a little ways away from him at the table. Odd, I had no idea my godson was gay. Oh well.

"Headmaster." I whispered leaning in closer to the older man.

"Yes, Severus." He said turning to look at me.

"Well, Potter was late to my class today. He said he was with you and I need to verify that." I spoke as calm and crisp as I could.

Dumbledore nodded. "He was indeed. We had something to discuss."

"I was told and I quote 'a private matter' was at hand." Looking closely for a reaction I noticed those damn twinkling blue eyes.

"No, but I gave Harry the discretion to tell others when he pleases. I will say nothing on the matter. It is his to tell." Dumbledore said turning away that twinkle more so apparent.

I sighed knowing I would get nothing out of the old man. Best wait until eight and bother Potter until he tells me himself. With that thought in mind I began to eat.

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A loud rap sounded upon my closed office door. "Enter!" I called out checking the clock. He was, for once, on time. The door opened and Harry walked in looking much more comfortable. He took the chair that I had labeled his over the past couple years. He always sat in the same spot when we were working or taking a break from a duel. He looked up and met my calculating gaze.

"Before we start, I should say I'm sorry for earlier. I had a lot on my mind and I just couldn't handle it. Sorry!" Potter sounded sincere. I nodded.

"I spoke to the Headmaster and it seems you were telling the truth. He also told me you had the choice of who you told about your talk." I responded.

Potter laughed. "Yes, well I am not telling anyone right now. I can't."

"You don't have to brew that potion. I have seen you do it successfully many times." I said calmly. "How about tea?" Potter nodded. I waved my hand and tea appeared. Neither of us spoke while fixing our tea. Once done, Potter regarded me with a stare and no matter how much I tried to ignore it I couldn't.

"What do you want now, Potter?" I asked without the venom or the sneer.

He smiled. "I have told you every time I sat in this chair, it's Harry."

"Fine, Harry. What is wrong?" I asked trying to keep as much patience as I could.

"Well, this has nothing to do with my talk with Professor Dumbledore, but can I ask you something?" Harry asked looking almost scared. I nodded. "I have this friend and he has a crush on a teacher. I was just wondering if you would ever date a student."

I know my eyes got wide and I almost forgot whom I was talking to. "Depends on the circumstances." I answered. Outside I figure I looked calm, but inside I was in turmoil.

"What the hell does that mean?" Harry asked.

I laughed. "Well, is it me the student likes?"

"Yes"

"And is the student male or female? Are they overage or still a minor?" I asked trying to hide the surprise at it being I.

Now Harry smiled. "Male and overage." He answered.

I nodded trying to think of all my 7th and 8th year students who were male and over seventeen. I couldn't list them all. "Thank Merlin! It's not a girl."

Harry laughed. "Perfect. I will be sure to pass on the information." He said still laughing and with that he got up and left.

Before he made it to the classroom door, I spoke up. "You should tell that friend of yours to come talk to me. He might be surprised."