Title: 30 Awkward Situations

Author: stupidmuse_hatesme

Prompt: 31 drabbles for the month of May. Any fandom allowed, one chapter per day (no posting ahead!), gayness required :) 100-1000 words per drabble.

Drabble #26: Horror

Summary: Harry has no idea how he always gets himself into these sorts of things...

Warnings: Absolutely none. Well, yeah. maybe cursing. And possibly sexual type activities. Who knows :D

Rating: For now? PG-13 for cursing.

Length: 593

AUTHORS NOTE: Poor Harry...For such a mature young lad, he can be rather quick to jump to conclusions, I'm thinking...:)

It's a few weeks after Valentine's day. It's weeks yet until Easter Hols but Harry can't help thinking about it. His mind fixates on a happy Snape, on an interested Snape, on an intelligent man that causes his heart to flip flop. This is probably a poor time to let himself be distracted by such trivial thoughts. He's following said man, after all.

But he can't help it.

What did he mean by wishing him Happy Valentine's day? Why does he keep watching him? Why does Harry's chest seem to expand with pride when he does something to catch the older man's attention and focus?

His stomach muscles clench in remembrance of Snape stalking through Grimmauld Place examining its innate magic. The wonder on his face when his newfound link with the house showed him things he had never dreamed of. The intensity of his furrowed brows when his delicate pianist hands caressed the Black Tapestry.

The stormy glower on his face as he catches Harry sneaking.

Harry reels backwards with a gasp.

There he stands, in all his glory, magic teasing his hair and robes, wand held firmly in his strong fingers. "What are you doing?" He asks quietly.

Harry, nonplussed, stumbles backwards, unable to say a word. He has none. He grapples for the suit of armor behind him but with a creak it shoves him forward. He falls to his knees, with a crack that makes him wince, on the ancient stones and stares in horror up at his professor.

The man doesn't look angry. His eyes glint and pin him to the floor like a butterfly, but mostly they just look intense. Harry can't breathe. Snape looks triumphant.

Until he tilts his head to the side like a raven and gently sniffs the air. Then he's ferocious in his intensity, seeming to loom even higher over the frozen Harry.

"Where, might I ask, is your magic, foolish boy?"

Harry gulps. He swallows, and tries to breathe, but only ends up gulping again. So he whispers. "I hid it from you."

Suddenly, Snapes face goes blank. "Did you," he says stonily, not bothering to ask."

Wordlessly, Harry drops his wand from his sleeve into his sweaty hand an traces a few runes on the stone. Then he leans forward, placing his left hand over the marks and murmurs "Ego solvo vos."(1)

Light comes to Snapes face as Harry's magic releases over him in a wave.

"How long have you been following me?"

Harry tries to look away, but Snape's eyes hold him still. "Since…" He clears his throat. "All year."

"How many spells did you cast on me?"

Harry shakes his head "None! I cast them all on me."

Snape eyes him. "I presume that if you had hidden your magic from everyone, Dumbledore would've noticed."

Harry flushed. "He did. Which is why I blocked only the way that you…scent magic. You are quite unique in that skill, Sir."

Snape says nothing.

Harry inches backwards. "I'm sorry professor." He feels like crying, and his chest is tight with suppressed emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm…I'm going to go now."

Shoving himself up, he flees, tripping on his robes and running blindly.

He's not sure if he'll be able to look in Snape's eyes ever again. Why, he's not sure. But he's positive that the professor won't be able to look at him without disdain either for being such a lousy sneak. For being scum of the earth that respects no one's privacy.

He can't blame Snape for hating him. Not one bit.

1. Latin translator says this means "I release you"...I don't claim to know any Latin, so if it's wrong, and you know, let me know!