* I do not own H.P. I do not profit from it.

*I do not own Fifty Shades of Grey. I do not profit from it.

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He sits on a little green leather couch and pats the seat next to him- willing me to sit beside him. For a man of 37 he acts so childish sometimes. He snaps his fingers and my favorite house elf Dobby appears.

"Mr. Professor Snapes, and oh my Harry Potter. How are you?", he says as he wraps his scrawny limbs around my neck.

Snape scowls and grips his end of the couch.

"Dobby I'm fine really"

"Excuse me, I don't mean to break up this quaint reunion, But could I get some tea and a cappuccino please?", he looks at me and continues, "Are you hungry Harry?"

"No, I'm fine", and so are you I think. "

"Also get me a blueberry scone, Dobby was it?"

Dobby bows his head and answers, "Of course Master Snape.", and with a pop he is gone. I look nervously around the room, not wanting to be hypnotized by his gaze.

"So how close are you and Miss Granger?"

The question kind of puzzles me. Just what is he implying? Rita Skeeter always tries to start rumors about me and Hermione. She is like a sister to me. Before I can answer Dobby re- appears. This time he does not talk, he places our items on the coffee table and disappears.

"Hermione is one of my best friends, everyone knows this.", I say nonchalantly sipping my cappuccino.

He sips his tea in turn, "Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, of course not. She's like a sister to me."

"Why don't you do tea?"

"I don't know. I've just never fancied it. Ginny introduced me to cappuccino last year and I'm practically addicted to it."

"Ginny Weasley?"

I nod my head in agreement.

"Are you and she close?"

I put my cappuccino down , anger rising in me.

"She's also a friend, and before you ask, she is not my girlfriend either. I don't do girlfriends and I don't do tea either."

The voice puts down his tea and picks up a piece of scone and plucks it in his mouth. His marvelous tongue snakes out to lap up a crumb in the corner of those lips. Damn, I feel that tug deep down happening again.

The voice speaks, "Well I don't do girlfriends either, so perhaps we are well suited" Damn, he's using my own words against me. They sound so much more enticing coming from him though. There is a long uncomfortable silence. It makes me uncomfortable because I think he must be plotting something. He is a Slytherin after all.

"Penny for your thoughts."

Snape breaks his silence and looks at me, "Pardon"

"It's an American muggle saying. Never mind- What are you thinking?"

"I'm an extremely private person, Harry. I'm not used to sharing my innermost thoughts with people. It's what keeps me alive", he then grips his forearm and I understand what he's saying.

That's why it is so important that I learn Occulmancy. He looks back at me casually, "But I'll try for you. So Weasley, you are close with him also?"

"Honestly professor, are we going through every person I know? I do not have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. There is no one. I am asexual"

Just then Snape points his wand at the bookcase and a huge tome comes flying towards us fast. I'm so freaked out, I duck my head. But it lands softly on the in table.

'asexuality: The lack of sexual attraction to others, or the lack of interest in sex.'

"Now I know you must be attracted to someone. And that you are definitely interested in sex."

Crap, he can see my arousal. He's teasing me. What do I do? Run away, jump his bones or neither.

"Um, I am attracted to someone I think. I am interested in sex, I just don't have it."

I squirm and cross my legs, which does not help the situation at all.

"Do I intimidate you Mr. Potter?"

"Ok, now we're back to Potter?"

"You prefer I call you Harry?"

"Yes, " I breathe.

"Well Harry, please continue."

That voice surely will be my undoing. I hope he does ask me if I'm coming again, because this time I really will.

"Of Course you intimidate me. You intimidate everyone. I think you thrive on intimidating others."

He looks forlorn and sad. Well that's that. I have offended him somehow. He gets up like he's leaving and then he's standing over me with a finger on my lips. Houston, we have a problem. I let out a hitched breath and I know that I soiled my pants. I hate being a teenager. I just gushed on Professor Snape's couch. Please don't notice, please don't notice.

"Oh", he breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you. There was coffee on your lip."

"I, I've got to go. My mates will be worried. Bye Professor."

"Harry, wait, I'll walk you, and when we're alone, you can always call me Severus or Sir", he says with a wink.

I must get out of here now.

"Fine, fine but don't touch me sir."

"Of Course, lead the way Harry."

He points his wand at the wall and suddenly a door opens up to the main Slytherin hallway. We walk in silence. No gawkers now. It's late at night. On the way to Gryffindor tower, we run into some 7th years snogging on the steps. They are all over each other. It's so voyeuristic and naughty. But fuck it, I'm a hormonal teenager. And I can't tear my eyes away.

Snape orders me, "Go on Potter, before you lose points for being out after curfew."

I'm shocked at the old Snape coming out. But then I remember that we have company and I walk on ahead, hoping that he will catch up to me. I hear him from the distance.

' Twenty points from Gryffindor. Break- it up and go back to bed. This is not a bordello, it is a school for Merlin's sake.'

The couple run off giggling in front of me towards the common room. Just as I'm about to turn around and look for the voice, Mrs. Norris pounces on me. I lose my footing over the edge of the stairs. I'm holding on by one spoke and again I could be a goner. Filch runs down the steps,

"Oh what have we here. The troublemaker out after hours scaring Mrs. Norris."

Snape sweeps in to save me. This is becoming a pattern.

"Are you alright?", I nod my head.

"Argus, let Potter go. He is with me. I will be responsible for his punishments."

"But, But Mrs. Norris..."

Snape steps in front of me and points his wand in the middle of Filch's chest.
"That is ENOUGH Filch."

Damn that voice and my teenage stamina. Mr. inconvenient has again sprung into action. Filch, scared of magic flutters away with Mrs. Norris fluttering behind him. I can't believe he's still holding my hand through all of this. I feel so light headed that I fall back against his hard body. I feel so warm and content in his arms. His manly scent , thick with herbs and spices is intoxicating.

Suddenly his hand is on my face and then tracing the outline of my lips. My breath hitches as we stare at each other. I could swim in his orbs forever... But eventually my attention is drawn to his beautiful mouth. And for the first time in 16 years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on mine.