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Harry followed closely behind Snape listening to his soft foot falls and gentle rustling of his robes, it was somehow comforting to him how the other man was so silent on his feet, but he couldn't fathom how he walked so quietly. He was like a panther, calm, cool and ready to strike at any given moment.
Harry admired Snape's strong back as they continued to walk deeper into the dungeons. He was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He kept his arms stiff at his sides; they began to ache the longer they walked on. Ever since he confessed his feelings earlier on in the day it was becoming harder to stay away from Snape. He wanted to wrap his arms around Snape and bury his face in his warm back and take in his distinctive scent once again. He managed to keep his arms close to his body and focused on the cool air that started to hit his skin the further they went. The cold crawled through his robes, seeped in his skin, and kept his mind off the warmth that was just a few feet from him. Harry wrapped his robes tighter around his body to retain the little heat he still had.
He wanted to know why he had detention when Snape didn't issue one this morning.
"Mr. Weasley seemed very excited about something at dinner tonight." Snape commented as they reached the potions classroom.
A heavy heat settled in Harry's cheeks. Why did he have to be looking at us the moment Ron pointed at him? Crap, I bet Hermione and Ron are worried about me now. They have no idea that I'm with Snape. Harry calmed himself with the idea that they might figure it out or maybe use the Marauders' Map to find him. He hoped they weren't too worried about him because he was perfectly happy to be with Snape even if meant serving a detention it was still time spent with him.
Harry twisted his hands together as he stared at Snape's back. The older man opened the door and the room lit up. Harry looked at the back of the room where at least twenty cauldrons sat varying in size waiting to be cleaned. Harry inwardly groaned he knew what he would be doing tonight until at least midnight if he was lucky.
"Ron's always like that," Harry said hastily as Snape settled in his seat at the head of the class room with a stack of papers that needed to be graded.
Snape eyed him, but didn't comment further on the topic for which Harry was grateful knowing him he might blurt out the whole thing. He wasn't able to hold his tongue with Snape as well as he once was able. "Clean all the cauldrons in the back by hand and I suspect that you will not be able to do it all tonight so we shall make this detention last four days. Five cauldrons each day. Now get to work." Snape started grading and didn't bother to see if Harry had started his work. Harry stood there a moment admiring Snape's crooked nose. Most other would say it was ugly or that it looked like a beak, he found it charming and that it gave more character to Snape's face. He realized what he was doing and rushed to the back of the room.
Harry found a bucket full of water and soap along with sponges, rags, scrapers, and everything one could ever want to clean a cauldron except he would prefer his wand. Harry soaped up a rag, sat down on the cool stone and began to scrub away at the gunk that was stuck to the cauldrons black surface. While he scrubbed he let his mind wonder to things he didn't allow himself to think about. Snape said that nothing could happen because Harry was his mother's son. Harry chewed his bottom lip as he continued to scrub not really aware that he was scrubbing the same spot over and over. Harry was aware that he shared his Mother's famed emerald green eyes; his features more resembled his father though. He was also aware that he shared some of her personality traits other than that he didn't have much information. He wasn't aware what kind of relationship Snape and his mother had when they went to school. Now that this new information was presented to him he wished he knew more about her.
Obviously there was something deeper between Snape and his mother. What could it be? Harry looked down and began moving the rag over the rest of the cauldron. It actually wasn't that bad. He was almost in a meditative state as he moved on to his second cauldron. He might be able to get through more than five although spending the next four days alone with Snape was most appealing. Five it is then. I'm going to stay here as long as I can and maybe get some answers in the process. Mulling over all the possibilities obviously wasn't helping. He needed a more direct approach. Snape wouldn't tell him anything with the relationship they have now or to be more correct lack of relationship.
Harry needed to establish a friendship with Snape or some kind of bond if he ever wanted to break down Snape's walls and hopefully establish something more than friendship like move on to lovers.
Harry was on his third cauldron when he used up all his clean rags. The cauldrons were surprisingly easy to clean, but unbelievably dirty. Harry stood on sore legs that began cramping. He shook them and stomped to get feeling back into them. It felt like pin pricks as he walked around the room looking for more rags. He didn't want to bother Snape, who wasn't even at his desk.
Harry went to Snape's desk and checked around the counter tops. He was looking in the top cabinets when he felt a familiar presence behind him. He instantly stiffened. His breathing increased along with his heart beat.
"Is this what you need Potter?" Snape's breath tickled the back of his neck making Harry lose all control. This was one of his many fantasies. And it was coming true.
"Yes it is Professor." Harry turned around to receive a kiss or a hug or something that was in the lines of affection. All he got was a face full of rags.
Harry blew on them to get them out of his mouth. He practically ate rags for nothing. "They're only rags Potter." Snape quirked an eyebrow at Harry before shoving the rags in his hands. For one brief moment they're skin met and Harry felt the new exciting jolt. He looked up to find Snape looking curiously at him. He shook his head and commanded Harry to get back to work. "Potter sometime this century please." Harry jumped at the sound of Snape's booming voice. It sent shivers through him. He walked back to his work station and sat down on the ground. He got back to work letting his thoughts steal him away for the remainder of the night with Snape. He would think of something to get the older man to open up to him it was just a matter of finding the right idea.
