Class ended, in Harry's opinion, just a bit too soon. Their next class, transfiguration, was rather interesting, though Harry and Hermione found it hard trying to pay attention.

'What would they think if they knew I liked professor Snape?'

Harrys thoughts were interrupted by a stern looking professor McGonagal.

"Mr. Potter," she said, "could you please show the class how to turn your wand into a seven inch knife."

"Yes professor." He held his wand out in front of him and said the words, "Ivankin!" His wand instantly turned into a knife. Professor McGonagal took the knife and examined it. "Not bad. But it's eight inches and I specifically asked for seven." she handed him his, now turned back, wand, and turned to Hermione. "All right then, you try it."

"Finally, I thought that class was never going to end."

"It wasn't that bad Ron."

"I know, I'm just not ready to be back."

"At least it's our last year."

"Yeah lucky us!" Harry said sarcastically as he stormed off towards to common room.

"What's gotten in to him?"

'Stupid bloody gitts' Harry thought as he walked down the hall, 'they don't understand. They never will. No one will ever understand me!' Seeing as he was completely wrapped up in his thoughts and not paying much attention where he was going, he ran right into the wall. Or, what he thought was a wall. It turned out to be a door, well hidden in the wall. It was clearly obvious that someone didn't want others to know what was behind this door. Of course Harrys' curiosity took over and he opened the door. Inside was a dark tunnel. There was some sort of clear substance dripping down the walls. There was no real stanch, though he felt like he wanted to cover his nose. He saw a small light coming from the other side of the tunnel. As he got closer, he could hear voices. One was a shrill, sharp, uptight sounding voice. The other was more deep and a bit pretentious but also rather sexy. It was unmistakably professor Snapes voice. Harry froze in his place, a bit startled, a bit confused.

After a moment, he realized where he was and quickly hid behind a rock, watching.

"You have to do this for me!" Came the shrill voice of a tall man with short blonde hair, light blue eyes with a cold stare, and a long, crooked nose.

"I can't, I won't!!" Came a defiant voice from Snape.

"Oh but you will. I'll make sure of it. You can't deny me this forever."

Snape went to hit him, but he vanished.

Harry had been so busy watching, that he didn't even notice a small white rat, nibbling at his shoestring. He kicked at it and watched as it scurried away down the tunnel.

His attention now focused on the rat, he didn't see the man with the billowing black robes standing before him.

"Well Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?"

He snapped his head around and looked deep into his dark cold eyes. So beautiful they were, and so full of pain and sadness. How he wanted to hold him, comfort him; tell him it would all be all right, and that he was indeed loved.

"Well!?"

"Professor I...I.."

"Are you not supposed to be in class?"

"Yes professor."

He got up to leave, resisting the urge to kiss him, and reluctantly walked out of the tunnel, followed closely behind by Snape.

He started to walk to his next class when Snape grabbed him by the arms and turned him around o face him.

"Don't you dare tell anyone what you saw. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm warning you Potter. You're lucky I'm not going to take any points away." He walked swiftly down the hall and Harry couldn't resist the urge to check out Snapes' well rounded ass.

Harry sighed as he slowly walked to his care of magical creatures class.