Authors Notes: Sorry this took awhile, and sorry in advance that it's so short... I blame my wicked muses. Thank you all for the kind reviews, you people make me blush. lol. Aye even the death threats *looks at Snape's Angel* What kinda Angel are you anyways? :p~ lol. Oh we're off to the dungeons now people... what shall our Potions Master and The Boy Who Lived get up to? But don't you just love a cliffhanger? No? Ah well...

If anybody is confused by who's thoughts are whose say so and I'll put in some tags or something for you. Enjoy.

Lured by the Forbidden 4: Detention Downfall - Written by xfasciXnationx

Harry knocked at the entrance to Potions classroom before stepping into the dimly lit room. Snape walked out of the softly glowing storeroom doorway and quickly flicked his wand lighting the candles above their heads all around the room. "You're early Potter."
He simply stood there his gaze fixed on the Professor as Snape stormed across the room towards him. "There's a selection of jars on the table over by the storeroom door that you can dispose of in the correct manner, to start with."

Nodding solemnly, Harry glared daggers at the floor as he walked over to the table and started examining the jars. /Stupid Snape, making me clean up his filthy classroom.\ Snape stared after Harry glaring daggers of his own. /Stupid Potter, disturbing my peaceful classroom.\

Harry slowly sorted through the jars, disposing of those that he knew off hand and leaving the ones he would have to look up after. Snape sat down at his desk searching for something to occupy himself with so he wouldn't stare at Harry. /What does Potter think he's doing coming down here for detention looking like that. He looks like a slut in those robes.\
/And you didn't shower and change your robes, Severus.\
/Humph…\
/That wasn't aftershave you put on after that long shower.\
/That very long shower, Severus.\
/Oh shut up! I'm entitled to be clean sometimes.\

/What were you thinking Harry? Getting all tarted up for a detention. With Snape!\
/I don't know. I thought…\
/Thought what? That he might want you now? That he might notice you… in that way?|
/Well…\
/Haha, Oh you're a head case Potter.\
/Sod off.\

/Your hair is all shiny. Your hair is never shiny.\
/Yes it is.\
/When?\
/All the time!\
/Liar!\
/Am no…\
/You know you're lying. Admit it!\
/No.\
/Too scared?\
/No.\
/Yes you are. You're scared of what that might mean.\
/I'm not.\

/Can you even breathe in those clothes you have on?\
/Yes.\
/How about sit down?\
/…Yes!\
/Are you sure?\
/Yes!\
/You can not. You can barely even move they're so tight.\
/I can so. They're nothing different to what I normally wear under my robes.\
/Since when?\
/Er.. Always!\
/Always… since you developed a crush on your teacher.\
/Maybe.\

/You know what it means, don't you? You got clean and dressed up for Harry Potter.\
/No, no I didn't.\
/You did. You want Harry Potter.\
/No!\
/You want Harry Potter. You want Harry Potter. You want Harry Potter. You want Harry Potter.\
/I do not bloody want Harry Potter.\
/You want Harry Potter.\
/Oh alright. I want Harry-fucking-Potter! Okay, now shut up. It's bad enough already, I don't need you taunting me about it.\

/You know it's true. You have a crush on Snape.\
/Be quiet.\
/You've got a crush on Snape.\
/Quiet.\
/Harry's got a crush on Snape.\
/Shut up!\
/Harry loves Snape.\
/Damnit shut up! You annoying bloody git, stay quiet. You're driving me mad!\

Snape sighed softly as he finally managed to quiet his far too loud and annoying sub-conscience. Flipping through the Potions book on his desk he had been previously pretending to read he stopped at a page that caught his interest. /Hmmm…\
/Bet you're getting hard just thinking about it aren't you, Severus.\
/I told you to shut up, now do it.\
/Going to give me a detention too?\
/Yes. I'll give you a detention alright. One you'll never bloody escape from.\
/Eeep…\
/Ha!\ Snape smiled triumphantly to himself.

Progressing steadily through the jars of ingredients Harry settled into the silence of the Potions classroom, enjoying the light clinking of the jars as he moved them and the soft whispering as Snape turned the pages of a-no-doubt-ancient Potions book. Snape had managed to lose himself in the familiar Potions formulas, nothing could interrupt their regularity or change their predictable outcomes and so he was at peace with himself again.

"Professor Snape… err what is… was this?" Snape snapped his head up slightly startled to find Harry standing before him. He had become accustomed to the slight clinking and muttering from across the room and hadn't noticed when they'd changed into light footfalls across the stone floor.
"What?" Snape attempted to be commanding and cold but only managed to sound tired.
"What is or was this, Professor? I've never seen it before and I can't find it on any of the charts."

Harry extended his arm towards Snape offering him the jar containing the murky brown substance. Taking the jar Snape pulled up the lid and instantly regretted doing so, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He slammed the lid shut and shoved the offending jar of substance onto his desk. "It is or I should say was, rats liver. Some idiot dropped a unicorn tear in there." Snape explained as he retrieved his want from his robe.

A few choice words from Snape and the most delicious scent filled Harry's senses. It was intoxicating as it wove its way into his brain clouding his mind, slowing his heart as it slowly found it's way into his blood. He watched as Snape again removed the lid of the jar and muttered a few more words, causing the contents to dry up and incinerate disappearing completely.

Looking up Snape held out the empty jar to Harry who stood staring dazedly at him. "Potter!" Harry flinched, grabbing the jar he shook his head and turned to walk back to the table where he had been working. Before he made it a single pace his head spun and Harry's world went black as he fell to the cold floor of the Potions classroom.

-----End Part 4.