"Enter," came the cold, familiar drawl from the other side of the door. Harry gulped and creaked the door open. Snape was working at his desk. Without even looking up he said, "Mr. Potter, do you plan to continue just standing there?" Harry closed the door and sat down in a chair by Snape's desk. Snape continued working. Harry placed his hands in his lap but just couldn't stop fidgeting. Snape placed down his quill and looked quizzically at Harry. "Mr. Potter," he began, "I am unsure of why you have recently become so distracted but I intend to find out." Snape's eyes met Harry's and the two blushed and looked away from one another. Snape cleared his throat, concentrated on looking menacing and continued. "Mr. Potter," he started again, "have you performed any spells lately that are unrelated to your schoolwork?" Harry looked up at Snape and shook his head. Snape eyed him suspiciously but could tell that Harry seemed to be telling the truth. "Are you certain?" asked Snape as he stood up, placed his hands on his desk, and leaned in towards Harry. Crimson crawled up into Snape's cheeks and though he tried to hide it, he could not. "Positive," Harry replied blushing at the closeness of his professor. "Then what," Snape inquired, "is making you so unable to focus?" "I…I don't know sir," said Harry. Snape's hands trembled as he gazed into Harry's emerald eyes. Harry could not bring himself to look away from Snape. His dark eyes were just so intense. Snape's hands could no longer hold up his weight and he began to fall forward. Before Harry knew what was happening, Snape's lips were upon his own. Neither pulled away.
Alright. This is the end of chapter 4. I hope you all liked it. Please read and review and let me know if you think that I should up the rating.