NOT MINE.Anything you don't notice from the books belongs to me and my very perverted imagination. Anything related to other ffn authors, sorry, not intentional.

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Summary: Harry decides he likes how Snape looks when he blushes and is determined to make it happen again.

Chapter 3: The Ice Cream Shop

'I dreamt about him last night. His voice strong, in control, betrayed by the blush that fulled my arousal. He was there, above me. In me. Taking me. Making me his is every way. Before, I never would have thought that Snape could blush. Now, that sight is all that I think about ...' Harry frowned at what he had wrote.

Harry put away his diary, deciding he might as well get dressed and start the day.

Today was the first Hogsmead visit and this year, it was only for 7th years.

He grabbed his jeans and a new pull over, an outfit Hermione insisted he get. The shirt could've been a size bigger but he really liked the pants. They were a nice black that looked a bit faded in the creases. He didn't understand why anyone would buy worn jeans but Hermione promise that was how they were made. Not that he really cared, he was just glad they fit. They were low on his hips, almost too low, and clung losely to his skin.

He walked into the bathroom to change, thankful he was the only one of his room-mates awake.

"Harry!" Hermione whispered as she quickly entered the room, closing the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" Harry tried to say around his tooth brush.

"That outfit looks good but I don't like the color of the shirt on you."

"Hermione..?" Harry said, he didn't like that gleam in her eye.

With a quick spell, the shirt was changed from Gryffindor Red to Slytherin Green- the color of Harry's eyes. "Better." Hermione smiled.

"Can you make the shirt a little bigger?"

"Sure, Harry." Hermione cast the spell, making Harry's shirt fit better.

Just then, Ron walked into the bathroom, still half asleep and walked in front of one of the toilet. He pushed down the front of his bottoms, sighing as he began to relieve himself.

"Ronald!" Hermione shrieked.

Ron turn, a spray of urine marking his movement. When he saw Hermione and Harry, he turned back around, wide eyed and embarrassed as he tried to hurry.

Once done, he quickly washed his hands, and turned on the two, not bothering to dry them. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I guess Ron really is a red head." Harry laughed, having to hold onto the wall for support.

"Shut up, Harry." Hermione hit him, she rolled her eyes at him as he laughed harder. "Ron, get dressed, Harry and I will be in the common room."

"Did you see his face?" Harry asked as Hermione pulled him out of the dorm and down the stairs.

Hermione spun on him, a smile plaster on her face. "I'm just waiting for how long it takes him to realize we were in the bathroom together."

Harry grinned. "5..."

"...4..." Hermione counted.

"...3..."

"...2..."

"...1..." Harry looked at the stairs as he saw Ron come running down them.

"What were you two doing up there?"

Hermione smiled and kissed Ron on the cheek. "Come on, we can't be late."

As they were walking along the corridors, intent on getting so real food into their stomachs before heading to Honeydukes, Nevielle came up to them.

"H- Have you heard? All the students are g- getting split up."

"Really?" Hermione asked, pulling Ron's arm around her waist.

"W- We're in a group together." Nevielle stuttered. "With Seamus."

"What about Dean?" Harry asked as he pretended to look at this nails. Things were still a little off between two, with Ginny liking him and all.

"He's with Malfoy."

Ron couldn't help but laugh. Harry, though, felt more sorry for Malfoy then Dean.

"But, y- you haven't h- heard why."

"I suppose the teachers are going to split up with the students." Hermione said.

Nevielle, Ron, and Harry looked at her.

"Oh please." She said. "As if you didn't see that coming."

Harry shrugged and turned back to Nevielle. "So? Who are we with?"

"Pr - Professor S- S- S-"

"Snape!?" Ron yelled.

Hermione fell to the ground in a fit of giggles. "Oh this is perfect .." she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "...Just..."

Harry felt his heart race. Snape? He was getting to spend the whole day with Snape?

"Bloody hell! How come we have to be stuck with that git?" Ron fumed.

"Believe me, Mr. Weasley, I have better things to do then watch spoiled children stuff their fat faces with over priced chocolate." Snape said as he stopped behind Harry.

Harry spun around so fast that he lost his balance and fell on the cold, stone floor, landing hard on his hind end.

"Now that's what I call head over heels!" Hermione, who had stood back up before Snape's arrival, doubled over, laughing.

Harry took Snape's offered hand and stood, very close to him, and whispered, " 'Better things to do'? How can I get on the list?"

Snape said nothing, he just turned on the spot and walked into the Great Hall.

"What was that all about?" Seamus asked as he joined them, munching on a scone.

Before anyone could answer, Snape walked back to them, glared, and started for the Entrance Hall. "Well, come on. I won't have my day wasted by baby sitting ungrateful brats like you." He went on to mumble something about Gryffindor's and only being useful as test subject for potions.

Hermione looked at Harry and winked, then hurried along to keep up with the others.

Harry went at a slower pace, staying as close to Snape's side as their clothes would allow with out actually touching.

The walk to Hogsmead was slow. When they finally arrived, Hermione lead them to a small shop at the end of the lane.

Everyone went in, except for Harry and Snape. Harry kept glancing at him out the corner of his eye.

"Wonderful cock." Harry whispered to Snape.

Snape jerked around to look at him. "What did you just say, Mr. Potter?"

"The clock." Harry smiled up at him. "It's really big." He said, his gaze traveling down Snape's front. "The clock, I mean."

Snape huffed and went into the shop. He came back a few minutes later, dragging his students out after him. He looked around. Harry was across the street at an old pub that only had a couple of customers.

"Potter! It's time to leave." Snape said.

Harry looked up. "I've already paid and ordered, sir." He picked up the two butter beers and took them to a small table that couldn't fit more then four people.

"Ron." Hermione said suddenly. "Are you alright? You're a deathly shade of green!"

Snape raised an eyebrow. The boy didn't look any different to him.

"Yeah." Harry agreed. "Seamus, Nevielle, you all don't look so good either."

"Well, I have been feeling a little under the weather..." Ron said, gagging on his own tongue.

Harry almost couldn't stop himself from laughing as the three boys ran to the bathroom, hands over their mouth.

Hermione sat down and took a butter beer. She pushed the other one across to Snape and nodded for him to sit down.

When he sat, Harry went up to the counter, coming back with a small ice cream. He wrinkled his nose at it.

"Butter beer ice cream, with chocolate, caramel and tripe toppings." Harry explained. He took a large spoonful into his mouth, moaning as the flavors mixed on his tongue.

Snape watched him. His hand twitched. He wondered if Harry would make those same noises if it were something else in that hot mouth.

Harry smirked around his spoon. He moaned louder, closing his eyes and tossing back his head.

Snape licked his lips. Faintly he could hear someone talking to him, it seemed to be Hermione. He nodded a few times, never taking his eyes away from Harry.

Harry took another spoonful, this time letting his tongue work for all to see, flicking out along the curve of the spoon, licking away all the sweet dessert.

Then Snape did what he had been trying to stop all day: he began to blush. His eyes locked with Harry's as Harry tugged on his lower lip, licking up any chocolate he may have missed.

Again, Snape noticed Hermione was talking as if nothing was happening. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw Hermione go to the bathroom to see about the other boys.

Harry lead across the table and said. "The tripe topping doesn't taste very good. Do you think it'd be better if I licked it off you?"

Snape jumped from his seat and said hoarsely "I think it's time to leave." He left the small, stuffy shop, his face the color of Ron's hair.

Harry smirked and looked behind him to see Hermione come back out of the bathroom with Ron, Seamus, and Nevielle. He nodded, letting her know they had won.

A/N: Wow. This chapter took ALL day for me to finish. I mean, really! But I'm happy with it. I hope you all like it too. Please review.

Next chapter: Things go a bit further with Harry getting to see his professor blush.