AN2: THIS IS AN UPDATED AND EXTENDED VERSION OF THE CHAPTER I HAD POSTED PREVIOUSLY. :) 16JUN12

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The professor didn't have high hopes for his new assistant the next day, as he walked down the hall. He briefly wondered why it was even on his mind at all, it didn't particularly matter. About half way down the hallway he started to hear music. It was upbeat and smooth. He was always the first professor in, always the early bird. He glanced at his watch, no he was on timeas he was every morning. He slowed his pace, and walked to the room which had the music. He could now tell that it was a piano playing. That didn't narrow it down, each room had one. He walked to the door that the music came from, realizing that it was his own. His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. He listened for a moment, silently entranced, and didn't even hear Draco Malfoy walk up past him.

"Your new assistant. He has been in there for about two hours now." Draco said with a shrug as he passed, continuing down the hall. Severus looked from him back to the door. Two hours? So what, he decided to pass his time by jinxing his piano? He pushed his way into the room, eyes narrow. Expecting the assistant to just be laying around, not doing anything, or at least still struggling with the files. He was pleasantly surprised, at what he did find.

Harry Potter was playing, it was a sort of made up jazz tune. He certainly was no expert, but he was still playing very well nevertheless. Severus stood for a few moments, watching him. Before he realized that the room was clean. No, immaculate. The floors had not shone like that in months, the chairs were perfectly lined, and the chalkboard looked new. He looked back to Harry, and shook his head. Storming forward. "Mr. Potter!" Harry seized just briefly, glancing to the professor. He stopped playing, and pushed his glasses up his nose once more.

"Professor. Good morning." He said calmly.

"I was informed that you have been here for almost two hours now." Harry glanced at the nearest clock, and looked mildly impressed. "So you just spent those two hours, not doing your duties and simply pattering around on that piano?" Severus walked forward, arms crossed and glaring. Harry gave a slight smile.

"Actually, Professor. I've only been playing for about thirty minutes. I cleaned the room, beyond par I would assume and finished the filing as you had requested it done." Harry stood, with a flick of his wand, the closet door opened. The filing cabinets were perfect, Severus could already tell. But he stormed over anyways. Trying to find something to prove the boy wrong. He glanced through the cabinets. They had been sorted perfectly, and then some. His eyes widened briefly, glad the boy could not see it. He huffed, and slammed the cabinet shut.

Begrudgingly, he thanked his assistant and walked over to his desk. Harry sat back down on the bench. "Mr. Potter, did I say that you could continue that silly playing?" Severus snapped. Harry just shook his head, gave a shrug and closed the lid. "Where on earth did you learn to play anyways? One, you play jazz of all things, and you play like a high-schooler." Severus scoffed.

"I learned to play back where I grew up." He said quietly. He took a seat in a stand-alone chair near the professors desk. "He was an old man, from the U.S. He played in a jazz band most of his life until he moved. He taught me how to play. I only got hour lessons three times a week." Harry shrugged; "so no I don't suspect I could be as good as possible." Severus just shook his head and he started to try and finish grading papers he had yet to finish. "Professor, would you like some help?" Harry offered.

Severus just shot him a glare. "I highly doubt you could actually help me grade. Because unlike you, these students have been playing every day for years and will continue to do so. They actually care, and they have talent. Unlike you, might i add." Severus spat, and he turned going back to his grading, hand clenched around his quill. Harry had frozen in his chair, eyes wide as he stared at the professor. His own hands clenched as well, his knuckles going white as he held the edges of the chair. About to say something, he heard students coming down the hall. He heard talking and shuffling of instrument cases. Harry kept his mouth shut as a few filed into the classroom.

x

"Potter. Harry Potter, TA. Please report to the department head's office." It came about halfway into the class. Severus glared at Harry, for clearly the boy knew why he was interupting his class. Harry clamped his mouth shut. Heading out the door, when the intercom went off again. "Snape. Professor Snape, please report to the department head's office." Harry heard the professor soft cussing as he left the room. Severus quickly surpassed him in the hallway, storming down to the department head's office. At this point, Harry didn't quite care.

When they were finally sitting in Flitwicks office, the two still refused to speak to each other. Flitwick entered, and took his own seat (with some difficulty). "Professor, is there a good reason why my class is being disrupted?" Severus said through gritted teeth. Harry suspected something he hated more than Harry was being disrupted during class. Flitwick smiled.

"Yes, Severus. There is. You see for certain reason; which I will not disclose and that is up to Harry to do so; Harry was never properly trained as a wizard." Flitwick started. "So, I offered that when he joined on, I might find a teacher who will be willing to properly train him." Flitwick trailed off, and Severus seemed to understand where he was going with all of this.

"No."

"Severus, now hear me out."

"No. I will not train him." He spat. Flitwick sighed.

"Severus, you are one of the few wizard teachers here that actually was a professor at Hogwarts. The others who have, are in other departments or simply do not have the schedule too. You have enough free time during school hours that I think you could." Severus continued to grind his teeth. Harry was, actually rather excited. Even if it did mean he got to be trained by that man. But he didn't say that. "Besides, Severus, Dumbldor specifically requested that it be you."

"Professor, If Professor Snape does not wish to train me, it's fine. I've gotten along well enough, and I am still finding ways to learn." Harry said, waving his hand.

"No, Harry, I insist." Flitwick looked back to Severus. "Severus, this will start immediately. It doesn't have to be formal, but it should be done. It doesn't even have to be done here at the school if its too uncomfortable or inconvenient. I know the school does have blocks and limiters." Flitwick said with a clap of his hands. "Anyways, I expect this to go quite well!"

x

The university had magical dampners, with the exception of the few magical labs on the complete other side of campus. So, Harry couldn't possibly have his lessons there. Severus had informed him of this detail quite insistantly. Harry suggested they go somewhere else. Severus couldn't think of anywhere private enough; and completely shunned the idea of going to his own home. So finally, Harry realized much to his dismay, they would have to go to his own place. Severus seemed repulsed, but it seemed it was there only real plausable option for the time being. Harry gave him directions, which Severus reminded him that he was quite aware of how to get there. Harry just rolled his eyes (once Severus was not looking of course) and peddled away fast on his bike.

Harry pulled up to the bookstore about a half minute before Severus in his small but immaculate, antique black car. Harry admired the automobile, wishing he had enough money for his own. But then he remembered how much he loved the feel of the wind on his face. The young man led the prude of a professor up a side door into the flat above the bookstore; he could see that the man was clearly expecting a hole-in-the-wall little place that was disgusting and cramped. He was happy to see that the professor was a bit stunned by what he saw. Harry finally took this as a moment to speak. "I can't stand a mess. Anyways, please make yourself comfortable." Harry gestured to an unused chair. Severus stiffened, but took a seat, examining the room.

"This place will do. I suppose." The professor said, sounding put out and exacerbated. "So anyways, shall we start- Potter! What on earth are you doing?" Severus' eyes widdened as Harry started to peel off his shirt as he slowly made his way to the closet.

"Changing." He said simply.

"What on earth for?" Harry glanced over, the professor clearly wasn't really thinking when he said that as it seemed like a rather obvious and silly question. He could see the brief look of realization passing his face.

"'Cause it's what all the cool kids are doing these days." Harry smirked and shrugged. He was completely shirtless by the time he got to his closet.

Severus huffed and looked away, rolling his eyes and grinding his teeth. Harry chuckled, entering his closet. Severus glanced back to the closet, he could barely see the boy's back. No, most certainly not a boy. He mused as he looked at the waist line of the faded jeans that barely rested on his hips and hugged his strong legs. Severus' eyes moved upward, to the defined back muscles, watching as they moved as Harry searched for a clean shirt. Severus quickly looked away as Harry turned, shirt in hand. Harry started out of the closet, putting on the shirt. Severus caught a glance of the lean abs and waist of the young man. He shook his head, i should not be thinking this about my assistant, and now student!

Harry looked up to the professor and gave a small, but strong smile. "So, where do we start?" He clapped his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation.