Title: In Too Deep
Author: Ana Kudou
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Well, spiffy, I don't own them. ^___^
In Too Deep: First Kiss
Watching him move around his classroom, so elegant, so graceful, is like torture. He gestures to something and I find my gaze caught by his hand, remembering a different day.
***
"Potter!"
I jump, startled, suddenly realizing that I'd fallen asleep in Potions. Smart, Harry, real smart, I think to myself. I look up and gulp, seeing him looming over me, a sneer on his face.
"Napping, Potter?"
"Sorry, Professor Snape." I try to keep my voice neutral as I respond. Let's not make this any worse than it has to be.
"Detention. And five points from Gryffindor." He turns and stalks away, robes flowing.
I sigh. Detention. It can't be that bad.
After dinner I make my way down to the Potions room. Hopefully it'll just be something like cleaning, or doing some horribly hard potion. I mean, it's not like he's going to - I resolutely drag my mind away from that possiblilty, cursing the day I ever realized that I was attracted to him. Yeah, attracted to Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts. My teacher. The teacher who hates me. Oh lucky, lucky me.
Taking a deep breath, I push the door open, to find him waiting for me. He lifts an eyebrow and I swallow, really hoping my face isn't as easy to read as I think it is. He lifts one long fingered hand and gestures to the lab counter, where some ingredients are sitting out.
"Since you felt that you knew enough about this potion that you didn't need to pay attention while I was explaining how to prepare it, I'd like you to make it." He smirks, knowing he's got me there. At least I brought my potions book.
***
I shake my head, bringing myself back to the present. We may be together, but if I start daydreaming in his class, I'll still get detention. I suppose that's only right. I glance over as Neville gives a yelp, having stung himself with one of the ingredients we're currently learning about. I smile a little, my mind promptly wandering off again.
***
"Ow!" I drop the leaf I was holding as a bit of the potion splashes on my hand, stinging as it burns me. He's by my side in an instant, his hand catching mine.
"Potter, things that are boiling are hot."
I glower up at him, trying not to think about his hand holding mine.
"Stay here, I'll get something to treat that with." He ducks into his office leaving me alone.
Treat it? I blink, startled. I hadn't thought he'd do that. Before I can gather my scattered wits, he's back, taking my hand in his again.
"This will sting a little," he says softly, smearing a little cream from a small jar onto the burn on my hand. He's right, it does. I bite my lip, and look anywhere but at him.
He's still holding my hand, I realize, and I glance up at him, my eyes wide. This wasn't something I expected. His eyes are locked on my face, looking at me with a strange heat in them that I've never seen before. I'm suddenly aware of just how close together we are, and feel my face flushing.
"P-professor….." I wince, cursing myself for stuttering.
He drops my hand, turning away.
"Forget it, Potter." His voice sounds tired. "Just finish the potion."
I bite my lip, watching him. I shouldn't have said anything.
"Professor," I say softly, wishing he'd look at me again.
His hand clenches, and I wonder what he's thinking. I open my mouth to say something else, I forget what, and the next thing I know his lips are on mine, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss.
I make a small sound and slip my arms around him, pressing close to him as my brain yells at me to think about what I'm doing.
***
I realize that I've been staring off into space with a goofy grin on my face and quickly bring my attention back to his lecture. Luckily he didn't catch my wandering attention. Not that I would have minded getting detention. I grin to myself. Especially not if it turned out the same as that time he kissed me.
TBC
*runs and hides*…Okay…now you can kill me.
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