If you haven't figured it out yet, anything written inside / / are thoughts. Sorry for not clearing this up sooner, I just started writing Fanfiction and so hadn't really thought about it. Please let me know if something needs to be changed, please review, and please send me messages if you have ideas, I have no guarantee that I will use them, but new material is always good. Anyways, Onwards To The Story!
Severus sat, transfixed, watching Harry's mouth as it ate treacle tart, fervently wishing at that moment nothing more than to be that treacle tart. Harry looked up, feelings someone's gaze on him, and blushed once he realized it was the Head of Slytherin staring so intently at him. Harry gave his professor a tentative smile before going back to eating. He was sitting alone, the know-it-all of the group deciding to do an online course in order to stay with her parents, whom she had foolishly obliviated, and the idiot Weasly deciding to take the easy route and immediately join the Auror Corps.
Harry was dreading potions. All of his other classes were going well enough, he took every class except muggle studies and divination-both useless classes. He was only doing average work in each, however, he had trained himself to be above the level of Mastery in each and every subject, and was pretending to be just good enough at everything. He didn't want the crowds after his head after all, he was definitely not the next Dark Lord. (Though sometimes he wondered if that wouldn't be entertaining). As it was, he was just another student. One that had Gryffindor/Ravenclaw double potions tomorrow, his first class with Snape for the year. He let out a small sigh, but that was all he allowed himself. _
Walking into the Potions classroom Harry stood tall, but wavered at the doorway upon realizing he was the first to arrive. /Oh well/ he gave a slight shrug.
"Ah, Mr. Potter." Snape drawled from the side door he had just emerged from. "Early, I see." he spoke evenly, trying desperately not to let his defenses trigger and immediately attack Harry, who was now nibbling on his bottom lips. Delectable. He realized this was a sign of the boys nervousness, and Snape being Snape, decides to make him nervous as much as possible.
"Professor" he said respectfully, if not with a hint of a sharp blade inside. "I hope your arm isn't burned off?" he questioned, genuinely curious.
"It worked remarkably well, you have my gratitude." he broke off, looking as though he would have said more had the first of the students not entered at that moment. "Instructions are on the board, we are brewing a level 3 fever few-Begin. Not you, Potter".
Harry hesitated in grabbing his ingredients trunk from where it was shrunken on his belt (since he could not show his talents a bit, he preferred to do his potion making with his own materials). The others in the dismissed this odd request, knowing that the greasy git liked to torture the Gryffindor, Savior of the Wizarding World or not.
Sidling up to the desk in the back where the Golden Boy was alone without the other members of the trio (the only student without a partner due to odd numbers). He spoke after a moments consideration, "A assume your wolf needs his potion."
"Yes." Harry replied, unsure of where the line of questioning was going.
"Should you like to do that instead, you may." inwardly, he smirked, /let's see what you can really do/ he crowed to himself, /your true potential will be exposed yet! you will not be allowed to hide in shadows Mr. Potter./
Bewildered, Harry replied unsurely, "It takes longer to brew than our double period, professor."
"You shouldn't dawdle then. You may stay after. Start." with these directions given, he sat down in the partner bench next to the boy. /Frighten him out of his wits, I shall yet./
Hurriedly pulling out his ingredients he began to prepare the ingredients and the base for the cauldron. Snape was surprised at the proficient and perfectionist handling, but said nothing. When the boy started the hour and a half brewing process without so much attempting to glance at any instructions at all, he raised his eye brow. Deciding to see how he works with distraction and pressure as well as settle his own curiosity, he began to ask questions. "Potter!" he barked out, He could tell that he had startled his student, but there was no pause in the brewing.
"Sir." he calmly intoned, temper long gone, never having been there in the first place.
"You added comfrey."
"Yes, its soothing and ill neutralize it later with honey."
"Indeed." to be honest, the Potions Master had to be impressed with the knowledge and brewing showed. Everything was up to par with his own standards, and that was a feat within itself, as he was widely known in the Potions Guild. The other students finished up their potions and started to trickle out, finally leaving the two alone on their bench. Snape smirked devilishly, now we shall distract the brat, and maybe even bring out a blush or two!
