Authors Notes: Thanks so very much for the reviews. I'm so sorry that it took so long to get this part done but I'm away from home all month so I don't have so much time to write and post. (having 5 brothers and sisters is rather like chaos, heh.) I had to do the spell in English because well I don't speak a word of Latin (that is what the spells are in right?) and I can't find a translator or anybody who can do it for me. If after you've read this part you still don't know what happened to Harry ask to me explain in a review and I shall try and explain myself better. Enjoy. :-)

Rewrite A/Ns: *sigh* Well I just rewrote this part because of Megan's review that said well umm lots of things. I did write it btw and it wasn't a joke. *pouts* I was however museless and in a rush to post, not that that's an excuse for poor writing. It's probably still cheesy but umm well I dunno this is how the plot goes. I got my muses back for Christmas! Yay! :) Thanks a million to Sushi who did in fact send me the Latin translation for "Precious Scent" which I decided to forgo because it simply isn't as pretty sounding. lol. Seriously that's why... I just don't like "Odor"... ack! (No offence meant. Just personal weirdness.)
Oh and lastly... there will be no shagging in this fic. I decided that when I got the idea. Sorry to all those who wanted, maybe next time. ;)

Lured by the Forbidden 5: Potions Master, My Hero - Written by xfasciXnationx

Snape darted out from behind his desk to Harry's side mere seconds after his head connected with the cold stone floor. His mind screamed at him frantically. /You've killed him! You've killed him you stupid dunderhead! You killed Harry Potter! Harry -fucking- Potter! Is dead on the floor of your Potions classroom! Oh Merlin!\ Gently Snape's hands began to search for any injuries Harry may have incurred from the fall. /Don't you dare be dead boy. Oh Merlin, let him be alive!\ Finding none he slipped his long fingers around the supple young neck, searching for a pulse. As his fingers found a strong thumping pulse he breathed a tiny sigh of relief.
/Oh hell thank fuck he's breathing.\ "Must be allergic to Precious Scent." Snape muttered to himself.

/If you don't help him he won't be. Help him Severus you stupid git. You don't want to think about what you'll do if he isn't fine. What the whole Wizarding world would do to you!\ He aimed his wand at Harry's prone form, whispered "Enervate", then helped him sit up against the large desk.
"You'll be fine. You'll be just fine Potter. Just sit there. Stay there while I get you something." /Yes, yes make him a nice potion. He'll be just fine. Nothing bad will ever happen to Harry. No, no. He'll be just fine.\ Snape hastened off into his storeroom to retrieve some ingredients to make a light sense-restoring potion for Harry.

Harry sat against the desk his head resting in his hands blinking trying to clear the thick fog from his mind. /What what happened I was and then\ He sighed. He couldn't remember anything. He watched dazedly as Snape swooped about concocting some kind of potion he'd said would make him feel better. /I don't even know why I need to feel better.\ Vaguely Harry wondered if Snape hadn't tried to kill him. /No, he wouldn't be helping me now. Would he? If he'd tried to kill me.\
/Snape's helping me! Oh.\

Snape muttered the ingredients off to himself as he slipped them into his teaching cauldron full of boiling water. "6 willow leaves, shredded; 3 drops of sugar elixir; a pixie wing, finely chopped; sap from an oak tree." As he stirred the bubbling liquid Snape alternated his penetrating gaze between Harry and the liquid in his cauldron, which was slowly turning a golden honey colour.
/I could have killed him. I could have killed Potter, Harry. I'm so stupid.\
/Just fix him the potion. Everything will be ok. Nobody needs to know you almost killed the boy who lived.\
/No, no it doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what happens to you, but if anything happens to Harry you had better make your way up to the Astronomy tower.\
Snape removed the cauldron from the fire and set it on a wooden desk to cool and thicken before it could be ingested.

Snape poured the golden liquid into a small glass beaker, which he tapped with wand turning the beaker into a heat resistant silver goblet. He crouched down beside Harry on floor and held the goblet to his lips. "Drink it Harry, it'll make you feel better." Snape tipped it up on an incline letting the thick liquid trickle over Harry's open lips. He placed his other hand behind Harry's head stroking the wild hair gently with his thumb. /Please make him feel better, please.\
/Look at yourself, begging for him to feel better. You're supposed to hate the boy. Hate him!\
/I do well sometimes a bit Shut up! I don't want him to die.\

Harry brings a hand up weakly clasping Snape's wrist, attempting to push the goblet away from his mouth. /Maybe he's mad about before. He's trying to kill me with some poisonous potion\
/Well he doesn't really look angry at all. He looks kind of worried.\
/Snape's worried about me? No way. I must have hit my head really hard. Must be dreaming.\ Snape frowned at Harry "It's almost gone, not much more Harry, but you have to drink it all." /Have to drink it all. Then you'll be fine. Yes. Nobody has to know if he's fine.\

When the last drop slid from goblet and down Harry's throat Snape moved it away from his lips and set it on the floor beside them. "How are you feeling now?" /Say fine, say fine. Please say fine.\
"Better." Harry smiled weakly up at the Professor. "Thank you." /Maybe maybe he could\ Harry brushed Snape's long hair behind his ear before reaching for the back of Snape's neck, weakly attempting to tug him forward into an embrace. "You saved me." /Oh look at his eyes. They're so so dark, so endless full of concern. Amazing.\

Snape pulled Harry's body against him as he sat down against the desk himself. /Oh god he's ok. He's really going to be ok.\ "No Harry, I did that in the first place. I'm sorry I didn't think I mean I should have so many people are allergic to Precious Scent"

/Wow, he really is worried about me. I don't believe it.\
"Shhh Snape, too many words." Harry whispered against Snape's skin as he buried his face against the soft pale flesh of Snape's neck. /Smells so clean, fresh.\ He nuzzled against Snape's neck and put a finger against his lips as Snape started to speak again. "Shhhush. Please." /Wonder what he tastes like.\

Snape stroked Harry's hair and eventually wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. /Harry is fine. He's fine now. I should send him up to his bed.\ Harry snuggled closer and breathed deeply enjoying the scent of a uniquely clean Snape in close proximity, the feel of strong arms around him and the hard chest he was resting against.
/He feels so small against me. So fragile and young, like he needs protecting.\
Content Harry drifted off into light sleep. /You know he doesn't. Don't kid yourself Severus, he could probably kill you in a duel without a problem.\

/I could let him sleep here forever.\
/It's getting late; you have to let him go. You can't have him. He mustn't stay down here any longer.\
/Just a few more minutes.\
/You're arm's dead, the blood circulation's stopped. You have to move.\
/Oh fine. You just want me to be miserable. Humph.\ Snape woke Harry, nudging and shaking gently when he began to lose the feeling in his arm that was around behind Harry's back against desk, cradling the boy to him.

Harry stirred and blinked up at Professor. "It wasn't a dream then."
Snape looked at Harry with a puzzled frown across his face. "What wasn't a dream Har-Potter?"
"Strong arms, warm body, soft hair."
"I see Potter." /No Severus, send him away. Don't give in. It's not allowed. You know it isn't.\
"Youyou washed your hair?" Harry stammered slightly to himself in surprise, bemused expression curving his features.
"Well yes. Is that alright with you?" Snape frowns down at the look on Harry's face.
"Sure." Harry smiled; running his fingers through the soft shining, fine locks of long black hair. "It's nice like this."

Harry let locks slip through his fingers and fall back into place, watching as they shimmered playfully in the dull candlelight. "So beautiful. You should keep it this way. I don't know why you've hidden it from the world for so long."
/And you'll never know. Don't want anybody to know.\

He reached up and began a gentle kiss, licking at Snape's lips, begging for entry. Snape startled didn't respond. Harry continued to kiss and lick Snape's lips, working a slick wet trail along Snape's jaw and down his neck as Harry shifted position straddling Snape's legs.

When Harry's lips returned to Snape's, Snape slipped his tongue past his own tight lips to finally taste Harry's soft lips and warm mouth. Snape wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's waist. Their tongues sliding together Harry began to rock his hips down towards Snape's making them groan softly at the delicious friction this caused. Harry reached for the top clasp of Snape's black robes, undoing it and moving down to the second one when Snape's hands grasped his.

"Harry" Harry stopped looking into Snape's dark eyes slightly startled.
"Hmmm?"
"Are you I mean should you what if"
"Shhh Snape" Harry put his finger to Snape's mouth to quiet his questions.
"Severus, call me Severus please."
"Severus." Harry rolled the name around and off his tongue smiling brightly. "Don't worry. Nobody is going to know about it if you don't tell them."
"But" Snape's words were swallowed by Harry's mouth as he kissed Snape again.

Harry began grinding again as he undid the clasps of Snape's robes down to his waist and slipped them off his pale shoulders. Snape slides his hands down over Harry's firm backside, kneading fiercely, pulling Harry's pelvis harder against his own. Their lips melded together, breath coming in panting gasps they lost their minds to sensation.

"Harry, Harry" Snape panted breathless "We can't. You have to stop. Have to go."
Harry sighed frustrated. "Why?"
"You know why Harry. We can't do this, you're a student, a boy... it's against not just our law but the Muggle law as well." /And personally I think it's a stupid law. Nasty and insufferable law really. Should get rid of it.\
Harry forced a smile, a very disappointed smile. "I'm sorry Harry."
/I'm going to find the bumbling old wizard that made that law. What a stupid useless law. They should make some laws to protect wizards from horrible Muggle relatives instead; a law that I could have actually done with. Bloody bunch of old fools making up our laws.\
"I know. I just wish... but I guess you're right." Snape gave a rare bright smile.
"You'd better go back to your dorm." Snape kissed Harry with obvious lust, holding him tightly, then released him.

/What are you doing? Don't kiss him! Stop that right now. Do you want him to know?\
/Maybe I do want him to know... but that would be... What would it be? That could be very good.\
/No, no it couldn't. It'd be bad Severus. Very bad.\
/Why? No harm in Harry knowing somebody loves him, Merlin knows he deserves it.\
/Love? *LOVE!?*\
/....\
/You don't love him... do you? You can't. It's impossible.\
/It's not exactly completely impossible...\
/Oh you do, you do love him! You're not supposed to do that.\
/Shut it. I'll do what I like!\

Snape looked around the immediate floor space for his wand. He found it under his desk where it rolled when he disregarded it at his side in favour of Harry. Harry climbed off and stood up as Snape leant over to retrieve it. Snape got to his feet and fastened his robe, then cast a spell to straighten his own and Harry's robes.

Harry reached up for one last quick kiss and then he slipped out silently through the door. Snape leant against the desk as he watched Harry leave, then he bowed head as he closed his eyes, sighing. /I don't know what you think you're doing... getting involved with a student.\

-----End Part 5.