A/N: I decided to update every Tuesday and Friday, instead of only on Fridays. And I got the first hate review in my entire life! It was actually pretty funny.

Enjoy it!

Snape's mouth dropped open, but he immediately schooled his expression.

"Is that a bloody prank ?"

"You know I've never made any pranks. I wouldn't start now, even less with… this subject."

Snape turned his back on him. Harry noticed his shoulder were tense. "So you're queer."

"Y-yeah."

"Does your father know?"

"Of course not. He would kick me out."

Snape sighed. Harry felt his shoulders hunching in disappointment. Snape was about to reject him.

"Mr. Potter, although you're already of age, it would be improper of me to abuse my authority to enter a relationship with you."

Harry nodded, feeling his throat constricting painfully. He forced himself not to cry.

"Knowing this, I hope you can get back to your usual standard in my class. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Harry managed to rasp out.

"You're dismissed."

Harry basically fled the classroom. He didn't think he would ever be able to look him in the eye again.

His performance in Potions improved, but the fantasies didn't stop.

"I think I might have a problem, Lils."

Lily Potter rose an eyebrow at that. Her friend almost never admitted such a thing.

"What is this problem about?"

Snape checked around the Three Broomsticks for any possible eavesdroppers but found none. "I'm infatuated with a student."

Lily waited for more and frowned and nothing else came. "If he's of age, I don't see the problem."

"I am twenty years his senior."

"So he's seventeen. I still don't see the problem," she rebutted coolly.

"I'm his professor! This is entirely inappropriate!"

"But does he like you?"

Severus dropped his gaze to the table. "He admitted such, yes."

"So, why are you still not shagging him against your desk?"

"Lils, it's not that simple! There's an unbalance of power in this relationship. He's young and inexperienced, I could harm him without meaning to."

Lily sighed, taking another sip of the butterbeer. "Anyone can hurt someone without meaning to. This is not related to age or social position, it just happens."

"You're not helping."

"Did you call me here to help you or to vent?"

"... A little bit of both."

"So as you've already let it all out, there goes my help: chase this boy. Don't let him go. It's been such a long time since I've seen you with hope in your eyes, Sev. Don't give up on it."

Slowly, Severus nodded.

Harry breathed deeply before entering the Potions classroom. This had to work.

Hermione had insisted that Harry should not give up and helped him come up with a plan to seduce Professor Snape. His cheeks heated with embarrassment just with that thought. How could he ever seduce someone?

Hermione had laughed when he told her that.

"Harry, you're bloody fit from all this Quidditch. Make use of your body."

That had only made him blush more.

The plan was very simple. Harry had to pretend to be distracted and add a wrong ingredient to the cauldron, making it explode. The solution wasn't harmful, but it would melt his clothes. That was what Hermione thought of "making use of the body".

Harry had no idea how he was supposed to "pretend" to be distracted, and that was exactly the reason why the plan failed. The cauldron did indeed explode, but the potion melted his clothes and burned his skin. A real injury wasn't in the plan and he sobbed pitifully when second-degree blisters popped all over his chest.

Professor Snape had to levitate his bare-chested body to the infirmary, and Harry had to endure the lecture over his stupidity.

After Madam Pomfrey treated him and Snape had run out of nasty things to say, he asked the only questions Harry didn't want him to ask.

"Why did you put valerian in the Potion? It wasn't in the list of ingredients and I know you're not that stupid."

Harry closed his eyes. He couldn't run away without alerting Pomfrey that her patient was getting away, but he could play dead.

"I know you're not asleep. Care to answer my question?"

"It's embarrassing," he said, opening his eyes and trying to play the sympathy card.

"Nothing can be more embarrassing than sheer stupidity."

"You'd be surprised." Harry shrank under Snape's glare. "Alright, alright. But you asked for it. I was trying to… Actually, it was Hermione's suggestion to… to seduce you, sir."

Snape's lips pressed against each other as if he was trying not to laugh.

"By burning yourself?"

"The plan was to dissolve only the clothes, but I messed up."

"I see. Such an ingenious plan, certainly I would be head over heels for you after seeing you shirtless."

The familiar shame settled on Harry's cheeks. "I told you it was embarrassing."

Snape looked back at him, but he wasn't holding back laughter anymore. "Are you that desperate for a fuck?"

Harry groaned, closing his eyes again. He would turn and hide under the pillow, but his chest was still sore and covered with burn healing paste. His tongue felt like lead on his mouth, but he forced himself to speak.

"If I just wanted a fuck I could go to a queer bar in muggle London, Professor." He tried to say more, but fear paralyzed him.

Fortunately for him, that was all Snape needed to hear.

"After you heal, make sure to come to my quarters. I have something to show you."

Harry opened his eyes immediately, but Snape was already leaving. "Professor?"

"We'll talk later, Mr. Potter," he said, his smile was nothing more than a quirk.