A/N:  Finally!!!!!  We actually have some Harry Sev interaction in this Chappy!  Aren't you all so very proud of me?  Its actually the longest chappy for this story so far I think, about an extra 300/400 words.

I wasn't going to answer reviews but Id like to thank KDC who has just reviewed like almost every chappy at once.  I said at the beginning this was going to be full of mistakes, I'm trying to post a new chappy every day and I'm writing it in the same day so It wouldn't be fair to ask someone to fix all my mistakes that fast.  (However when I finish the story I might try to re-post it mistakes free) I'm also sorry if you're finding this boring, I'm finding it a little boring myself and I'm writing it but I didn't want to rush it to much.  Well this is turning out to be really long and I wasn't supposed to be, so I'll just say thanks for reviewing, hope you find this chappy a little better.  (The grammar and spelling are as crap as ever though.)

Chapter Fourteen:  Rumours Affect Everything 

    "Harry, you have got to be joking me!  You are the Saviour of The Whole Bloody Wizarding World, you could have almost any girl and undoubtedly most of the men to if you wanted, but you chose the one, singular person who would have nothing to do with you for that fact alone.  My my Potter, aren't you a glutton for punishment, isn't the Snake Git causing you enough trouble so you have to go create your own?"

    "Dray, you know full well its not like that!" 

    "I know Harry, but I have to tease you about something, and this is one well that will never run dry!" 

    "You are impossible!"

    "I know, I know.  So have you thought about what you're going to do?" 

    "I was hoping that I could maybe give Voldie a call and see if he wanted a second, no make that fifth, or whatever chance to kill me.  He's been lying low for so long now, it could be like his grand entrance into the wizarding world again."

    "Harry, don't even joke about that, besides, for what ever reason I think you pissed of the Grim Reaper, because he doesn't seem in any sort of hurry to come any where near you.  Knowing your luck Voldemort wouldn't be able to kill you if you even if you were a willing participant."

    "Long words for a Sunday morning Dray."

    "Sorry, but seriously what are you going to do?"

    "I don't know, I've got Potions in," Harry glanced at his watch, "Holy fuck! An hour! Oh God, what am I going to do?  What am I going to say? Oh God this is bad!  How do I look?"

    "Relax Harry.  First off, let's do something with your hair."  Draco rummaged around in Harry's drawers and pulled out a brush and a black leather strip. He tied back Harry's hair and grinned in satisfaction at his handy work. "Now, for the hard part, what to say.  Just be your self, tell him exactly what happened that way you wont have to worry about how much he knows, and if all else fails just use your animal magnetism." 

    "Dray, thank you so much."  Harry sighed and studied the floor.  "But I'm not sure any of it will make a difference.  He will seriously hate me."

    "Harry," Draco abandoned his good humour in favour of a guidance teacher type attitude.  "That guy has been my head of house for seven years, he was round the manor before that when I was growing up, but even I don't know him like you do.  He doesn't let people that close with out them meaning something to him." 

    "Ok."

    "Well, I think my job here is done.  I'm off to see the Ravenclaw."

    "Who is he?"  Harry asked.

    "I'm not going to tell you, he hasn't told very many people yet, so I suppose I shouldn't tell you before he does."

    "Alright, but promise me you will tell me eventually?" 

    "Of course!"

    "Well, later then."

    "Yeah, good luck!" 

    Harry collected his potions things and headed down to the kitchens.  Waiting around for an hour would do his nut in so he decided to go get some breakfast to kill some time.

    When Harry had finished breakfast he started walking as slowly as he could to potions.  Even at his snails pace he was going to be early but the butterflies in his stomach were making him feel almost sick and he really wanted just to get it over and done with.  He wasn't sure on Draco's advice still.  Telling Snape everything seemed like a momentously bad idea. 

    'Oh by the way Sev, I sort of kissed you when you were seventeen and blind drunk, but don't worry, I never even told you who I was, now is it twenty or thirty minutes I let this potion simmer for?'  Oh yes, fabulous idea.  Maybe he could taunt Fluffy with a steak while he was at it. 

    The classroom was empty so Harry crept in and set up his latest potions experiment.  Once he was finished he added a few more ingredients to the senses sharpening potion that Severus had been working on during his detention.

    There was still a good ten minutes to go before his lesson started and Harry was restlessly toying with his ink bottle in an effort to calm his mind.  He very often did the same thing with his quill in History of Magic out of boredom but Hermione had scolded him for it because he invariably ruined the defenceless quill.

    Tossing it carelessly Harry started a game with himself to see how many times he could throw it.  Just as he counted 14 the bottle lid came off staining his hands black and dripping all over the desk.

    Not wanting to start the lesson off with Snape in a bad mood Harry opened the drawers in the teachers desk to find some magical mess remover.  In the top drawer was a picture.  Harry had no idea Snape was into art, lifting it out careful to avoid getting ink on it he gasped.  It was him.  Severus had a picture of him in his drawer, but why the hell would he have that? 

    Footsteps from down the hall alerted Harry to his imminent danger.  Hastily slipping the picture of himself away he closed the drawer he stepped back as the door opened.

    "Potter, what are you doing at my desk?"  Severus had a fearful look on his face, quickly hidden by a well practiced scowl. 

    "I spilled some ink."  In Harry's expert opinion now was not one of the honesty the best policy moments, Sev obviously didn't want Harry to know he had a picture of him.  "I was going to see if you have any mess remover.  Do you?"

    "No Harry, I don't, now please never go into my desk under any circumstances." 

    "Yes Sir."  Severus ushered Harry back to his seat before opening a drawer and taking out a bottle of stain remover.  Passing it to Harry he went to cheek on the bubbling potion Harry had been working on.

    "Have you added the extra ingredients?"

    "Yes, It just has to boil for another half an hour before anything else had to be done to it."  Harry finished scrubbing off the ink on the desk and brushed a piece of hair away from his eyes that had gotten lose.  Severus looked up at him and gave a rare genuine smile. 

    "Harry, your head."  Harry just looked at him.  It was an odd statement for anyone to say.

    "Hu?"

    "Come here."  Harry walked forward, and Severus just chuckled under his breath, Harry had a big black line running across his forehead.  Gently he reached out to rub it off.  Harry's breath involuntarily hitched at the touch.  Stepping closer Harry closed the gap between them.

    "Sev."  He whispered quietly.  Severus jerked back.  He had herd the Slytherins talking that morning, apparently Harry was going out with Draco.  It made no sense to him as he knew that Harry hadn't spent Friday night with Draco and that was what every one was basing their assumptions on, yet neither Harry or Draco had been at breakfast today either so maybe they were going out.  It was all to confusing, but one thing he did know was he was not going to go behind anyone's back with Harry.

    He couldn't bring himself to reprimand Harry for calling him Sev though.  He liked the way Harry said it.  Usually he hated the childish nickname, but it rolled off the Gryffindors tongue perfectly.

    "Harry, get back to your desk."

    "Severus, why do you keep avoiding this?  You obviously remember some of what happened.  You liked me back then, and I think in some way you still like me, but you keep going from hot to cold.  Just tell me what you want me to do!  I like you a lot, and I hope you like me back."  Harry blushed furiously.  He hadn't meant to say all that, but he had gotten so confused.  Severus seemed so relaxed with him, and he had been so close Harry could feel Sevs breath on his face.  But suddenly he had pulled back and brushed him off exactly like before. 

    Yet if Sev didn't at lest want Harry to acknowledge that he remembered that night then why had he mentioned Tom in the first place, and why had he not complained about Harry calling him Sev and why had he got a picture of him in his desk?

    It all pointed to Sev liking him back yet he kept pulling away and each time he did he cut a hole in Harry's heart.   

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