As Harry looked about the room. He heard a shuffling of feet behind
him. He whirled around to come face to face with Professor Snape. Their
faces were only inches away from each other. Centimeters even.
Harry's nervous breath on Snape's cheeks drove him crazy. He let out a soft moan, then realized he was giving himself away, and hurriedly took a step back and said
"Harry Potter," In a soft, almost confusingly loving tone, "I suppose you are wondering why I ordered you here."
"Actually sir," Harry replied, "yes I am."
"Well, are you hungry? We can discuss your transgression over some hot food. Sit. Yes that's it." Snape said while seating himself. "Harry, my problem is this," Snape got up and began pacing behind Harry's chair." This is so hard for me to tell you, but,"
"Am I being expelled Sir? Is that what you are trying to say?" Harry interjected nervously.
"No Harry, that's not it." Snape stopped pacing, pulled out Harry's chair, and stared him square in the eye." Harry, forgive me, but you drive me wild," And he leaned in and gave Harry a passionate, crushing kiss. Harry did not struggle, and Snape at last pulled away. Harry was astonished to see a tear slide down his cheek.
"Harry, forgive me for rushing this. I wanted to woo you, but ever since the day I saw you, I have been so hot for you. Harry, I have come to realize, just now, that what I feel for you is not merely passion but I,I," Snape seemed stuck on his next words so Harry gently brushed away that tear with a trembling fingertip.
"What is it Sir? What are you trying to say?" Harry questioned.
"Harry, I, I love you." The words came out so quickly now. Snape was so touched by Harry's action with the tear, that he began to weep harder, and pressed in for another kiss. Harry returned it, haltingly, hesitantly.
Down the hall, Ron was beginning to feel nervous. It was so dark down there, and there was no sound issuing from the chamber. Or was there? Ron listened harder. He heard weeping. Thinking it was Harry, and suddenly afraid for him, Ron ran to the door to investigate. He burst in with his cracked wand held high like a sword, and proclaimed "Don't you touch Harry who is my love and my life, Or, Or, I will kill you, No!"
He realized he had made a great mistake mid-sentence when he saw them. Snape on Harry's lap, kissing him all the while crying, crying? And Harry kissing him back? No. No this is wrong. Then Harry, finally registering the fact they had been walked in on, shoved Snape away, and looked at Ron like a frightened deer.
"Ron. it's not like that. Wait.what did you just say when you came in?" Harry asked frightened now that he would be the target of two. lovers scorned.
Harry's nervous breath on Snape's cheeks drove him crazy. He let out a soft moan, then realized he was giving himself away, and hurriedly took a step back and said
"Harry Potter," In a soft, almost confusingly loving tone, "I suppose you are wondering why I ordered you here."
"Actually sir," Harry replied, "yes I am."
"Well, are you hungry? We can discuss your transgression over some hot food. Sit. Yes that's it." Snape said while seating himself. "Harry, my problem is this," Snape got up and began pacing behind Harry's chair." This is so hard for me to tell you, but,"
"Am I being expelled Sir? Is that what you are trying to say?" Harry interjected nervously.
"No Harry, that's not it." Snape stopped pacing, pulled out Harry's chair, and stared him square in the eye." Harry, forgive me, but you drive me wild," And he leaned in and gave Harry a passionate, crushing kiss. Harry did not struggle, and Snape at last pulled away. Harry was astonished to see a tear slide down his cheek.
"Harry, forgive me for rushing this. I wanted to woo you, but ever since the day I saw you, I have been so hot for you. Harry, I have come to realize, just now, that what I feel for you is not merely passion but I,I," Snape seemed stuck on his next words so Harry gently brushed away that tear with a trembling fingertip.
"What is it Sir? What are you trying to say?" Harry questioned.
"Harry, I, I love you." The words came out so quickly now. Snape was so touched by Harry's action with the tear, that he began to weep harder, and pressed in for another kiss. Harry returned it, haltingly, hesitantly.
Down the hall, Ron was beginning to feel nervous. It was so dark down there, and there was no sound issuing from the chamber. Or was there? Ron listened harder. He heard weeping. Thinking it was Harry, and suddenly afraid for him, Ron ran to the door to investigate. He burst in with his cracked wand held high like a sword, and proclaimed "Don't you touch Harry who is my love and my life, Or, Or, I will kill you, No!"
He realized he had made a great mistake mid-sentence when he saw them. Snape on Harry's lap, kissing him all the while crying, crying? And Harry kissing him back? No. No this is wrong. Then Harry, finally registering the fact they had been walked in on, shoved Snape away, and looked at Ron like a frightened deer.
"Ron. it's not like that. Wait.what did you just say when you came in?" Harry asked frightened now that he would be the target of two. lovers scorned.