Authors Notes: Again thanks for the reviews. *beams* Here's the Snape bit... poor Snapey *snickers* has to resort to tormenting students. Ah but inner turmoil is fun to inflict upon characters. Disclaimer/warning/etc see part one.
I own Michael Samuels. He's mine, mine, mine! *g*

Lured by the Forbidden 3: Tortured Reflection - Written by xfasciXnationx

Down in the dungeons the Potions master was having similar problems with lapses in his concentration. He had missed several opportunities to take points from the insufferable idiot wizards, his mind had been replaying that incident with that famous Gryffindor from this morning with annoying, but damnably pleasurable consistency.

"Well get to work then." Snape snarled in his deathly quiet voice.
The third year class of Hugglepuffs and Ravenclaws sat motionless in their seats staring at the glaring professor. "What?" Snape was teetering on the brink of loosing his temper at these pathetic excuses for wizards and witches.

"Professor, wh- what… what are w- we supposed to.. to do?" A small blonde Hugglepuff stuttered from the front of the room.
"Get on with making the anti-dote potion you took notes on last lesson." Snape was tempted to add 'you idiots' but refrained as he watched with a nasty sneer of satisfaction as the idiots scrambled about the room attempting to follow the directions.

/What the hell was Potter playing at…\ He wondered as he stalked around the room waiting for one of the potions to erupt - as there was inevitably one in every lesson.
/And what were you doing?\
/Nothing… nothing it was Potter!\
/Potter wasn't sucking his own fingers.\
/He put them there… it was an accident. I didn't mean to…\
/Who do you think you're kidding, Snape?\
/I didn't… did I?\
/Oh god I did.\

Snape turned on his heel, robes fluttering with the motion and stalked to the front of the classroom in disgust. /Potter! Potter! No. No way!\ His dark eyes blazed as he scanned the room of unsuspecting students for somebody to punish. /That bloody Potter…\
/Why isn't there somebody to yell at damnit\ Snape shook his head, cold sneer locked in place. /Everything is *always* about Potter, centre-of-attention famous Harry bloody Potter.\

"What are you doing Samuels?" Snape roared glaring down at the trembling brunette boy closest to him. The petrified boy looked up at the looming figure of the Potions Professor, turning his watery green eyes on Snape's black orbs.
"I… stirring the p-potion… Sir… Professor-Sir." Snape snarled at the babbling boy effectively silencing him. /He looks a lot like Potter.\
/Don't think about Potter you idiot!\

Snatching the wooden spoon from the shaking hands Snape gave the potion a few quick sharp stirs. "Like this." Then shoved the handle towards the boy.
"That's…" The boy started but was cut off by Snape's deadly quiet voice.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw for insolence Samuels."
The boy stared down at the potion that was simmering quietly in his cauldron, his normally bright curious eyes filled with tears. "S-sorry Professor." He managed to choke out while forcing his sobs to stay silent.

Snape stared down at the dark brown hair before him /far less unruly than Potters is. Not as dark either…\ The cold expression normally frozen across Snape's features melted slightly when he noticed the shaking shoulders /Oh now he's gone and started crying\. "Stop that snivelling, child. It's unnecessary."

At Snape's snarl Michael Samuels looked up again meeting the Professors dark eyes. "Yes Professor."
/He really does look like Potter. Even has that innocent face, those knowing wise green eyes.\ "Go and wash your face Samuels." The boy nodded his head and slowly stood from his seat. "And don't come back until you've stopped that unbearable snivelling." Another nod from the boy and he fled the room.

/I wonder if Harry cried earlier…\
/Will you stop thinking about Potter! Do you want to get yourself fired, you idiot?\
Snape spent the rest of the lesson stalking around the room snarling at students. It seemed to be the only way he could keep thoughts of Harry at bay. Finally the end arrived and Snape glowered at the class from the front of the room. "Clean up and get out." He sneered with satisfaction as the students jumped and hurriedly started cleaning up.

Finally Snape was alone in the dank classroom. He sat down at his desk with a sigh, thankful that classes were over for the day. He could simply hide out down here in the dungeons for the rest of the afternoon and night and not have to deal with anymore awful children. He would however have to make a start on grading some worthless scrolls by those useless-know-nothing forth years. Snape didn't know why he even bothered to set assignments, none of them were ever any good. There was one thing he liked about it though - seeing their disappointed faces as he handed back their scrolls when they discovered they had failed yet again.

/Ah the torture of the young and stupid.\ Snape thought as he started to skim the first scroll on the reasons why love potions were banned. Many pathetic scrolls later Severus finished failing most of the forth years and glanced up at the clock. It was still early enough to make dinner and not have to go to the kitchens for something. He wouldn't have to deal with those brainless house elves tonight.

Sweeping into the Great Hall Snape sat down at the facility table at the head of the room, which was rather deserted. /Only that insane Trelawney and Filch to ignore, good.\ It was then Snape remembered he had given Harry a detention, promising that Filch would find something horrible for him to do. /Well I can't just forget about the detention. Just because… because… of what happened.\

Snape glanced at Filch at the other end of the table. /Well I'd rather not speak to that wretched man… and I'd have to go near that batty woman he's associating with up there.\ At this Snape grimaced in disgust. /I'll just find something for Potter to do. Clean out my Potions classroom or dispose of some nasty ingredients that are well past their use.\ Snape smiled nastily to himself thankful that he had managed to avoid two of the most detestable Professors on the teaching staff at Hogwarts, in his opinion, as well as finding a way to punish Potter.

/You know that's not the real reason Severus.\
/Of course it's the real reason.\
/So it wasn't a plan just to get one Harry Potter down in your dungeons, *alone* after hours?\
/NO! No… I don't want to…\
/Liar! Filthy old man, that's what you've become. Old enough to be his father, remember. You went to *school* with his father! You know you want him Severus.\
/Shut up! Shut up!\
/Want to watch him close his eyes tight as he shudders and screams in ecstasy, don't you?\

Severus clenched his fists tightly and bit down on his tongue in an effort not to bellow at the voices in his head. /Sod off! Leave me alone. Let me eat my fucking dinner in peace.\ And with that the voices remained silent.

Half-heartedly Snape pushed his meatloaf around the plate as he surveyed the occupants of the room. At that moment Harry walked through the doorway flanked by his two best friends. He refused to look up at the teachers table, he was sure Snape would be there, as they walked across the room to the Gryffindor table and sat down in their usual seats.

/Oh Christ, there's no escaping him.\ Snape groaned inwardly. He started to pick at the food before him while his eyes followed Harry's every move. Harry forced a smile, nothing like his normal brilliant genuine one but his twit friends didn't seem to notice as they shoved food onto their plates and started cramming it into their mouths. /Disgusting.\

Although Harry was hungry as he'd missed lunch he didn't feel like eating at all. He could feel Snape's eyes drilling holes through his skin from across the room. It was unnerving to know that those dark, cold eyes were fixed on him. /Worse\ thought Harry, /What is he thinking while he looks at me. Is he disgusted, angry, what? He seemed right furious when he ordered me to leave. That must be seething anger he's radiating this way then.\
/Just forget it Potter, he's your Professor. You *can't* have him.\

Harry sighed dropping his fork back onto the plate with a clatter. Ron and Hermione didn't notice, they were too involved in an argument about something- who the hell really knew what when it was more than likely that they had forgotten themselves. Slipping from his seat Harry turned to walk away when he collided with a looming wall of black.

Snape let out a startled grunt at the impact of the seventeen year old boys body walking straight into his. Harry gasped into the hard muscled chest he found his face buried in, he breathed deeply, taking in the heavy scent that would only ever be Severus Snape's, as Snape placed a firm hand on his still boyish shoulder to steady them both.

As Harry nuzzled against his chest Snape startled and quickly stepped backwards from the boy. "Do you ever watch where you're going Potter?" Snape had snarled before he even had time to think of what he was going to say. Harry stared up defiantly into the barren blackness of Snape's eyes but remained silent. "Dungeons in two hours, Potter. You'll be serving your detention with me." Harry merely nodded and brushed past the Professor heading out of the Great Hall.

-----End Part 3.