Chapter 3
It was Monday morning, and Harry had double Potions with the Slytherins first thing. As Snape told the lesson for that day, Harry remembered how he had spent his weekend.
*~*Flashback*~*
"Harry, Harry wake up!" Harry awoke to the shakings of Ron Weasley, his roommate. "It's Saturday!!! It's time to go to breakfast! We're late as it is! C'mon Harry!" Ron began shaking him violently. He only stopped when Harry sat up and threw him from the bed, yelling.
"I'm up already, Geroff! Merlin, Ron, you are insistent!" Harry dressed quickly and went downstairs, silently thankful for Ron's persistence. This would be the first time Harry would see Snape since the fight in the hallway, he hadn't been out of his bedchambers for anything more than lessons all day yesterday. "He has to be here today...He just has to..."Harry whispered to himself.
"What was that, Harry?"
"Nothing, Ron. Just my tired mutterings...what homework do we have to do today?" Ron gave him a funny look, then drawled off the homework they had.
"And I think that's it. Nothing too hard, if you think Hermione'll help us again. Do you think she will, Harry? Harry? Harry, are you there?" Ron poked Harry, who had begun daydreaming what he would do if Snape wasn't at breakfast.
"Hm? Oh, yes. Sure. Probably. Why don't you find out yourself?"
"Um, OK, Harry. I'll go ask her." Ron said this just as they walked into the Great Hall. Ron ran off to sit next to Hermione. There were no other seats near them, so he sat down near Neville Longbottom.
"Good morning, Harry!" Harry mumbled a reply; too busy scanning the area for Snape.
"Looking for Professor Snape, Harry?" Harry jumped at this. He hadn't realized anyone knew about them. A bit shakily, he replied:
"Uh, yes. Why...why do you ask, Neville?"
"Well, Harry, we have him in a double block first thing this Monday! All the Gryffindors are looking for him! I've heard he is in an awful temper...worst than usual, at least." Neville sniggered. "Anyways, we're all worried that he won't cheer up before Monday...like that old bat can cheer up!" Neville burst into laughter once again, but Harry just stared at him coldly. When Neville didn't hear any laughing but his own, he stopped.
"Well, has anyone seen him yet, Neville?"
"No, uh, no one has...wait! There he is!" Neville pointed to a door behind the teachers' tables, where the familiar scowling face of Professor Severus Snape had appeared. He sat down at his customary place, and began eating, silently glaring at any and all who looked in his direction.
As Harry kept staring, hoping for some sign of approval, Snape started staring back. When it seemed Snape could take no more, he sat up and bellowed in a rather un-Snape-ish voice: "You! Potter! Detention, for misbehavior and lack of respect towards your teachers!" As he stood up, his voice quieted, and became the silky smooth voice Harry loved to hear whispering sweet nothings into his ear in the midst of passionate lovemaking. "You will report to my office at eight o' clock tonight, Potter, and you will stay until I decide you must leave!" He began to sit down again, then stopped. "And if I were you, Potter, I would bring a bedroll."
As Snape sat down and began eating once again, the silence that had crept into the room slowly dissipated into the normal chatter of students. As Harry's friends gave him sad, sympathetic looks, Harry himself looked down. He hoped he looked ashamed; because he was really looking down to hide the smile and look of lust in his eyes that had been placed there by his lover's last words. He would bring a bedroll; he just didn't think he would need it.
As Harry daydreamed of Snape, the Gryffindor table fell silent again. Harry looked up and glanced around to see what was wrong this time, and saw none other than Draco Malfoy and his goons approach the table.
"Well done, Potter. Now Professor Snape will smell of you all week." Crabbe and Goyle snickered at the joke only Malfoy and Potter really got. "Hope you have fun."
"Oh, I'm sure I will, Malfoy. I'm sure I will." Harry smiled, and Draco turned from the table and stormed off in disgust.
*~*Rude Awakening from Flashback*~*
"Where are your potion ingredients, Potter?" Harry's head snapped up, right into his lover's eyes. Draco, who was sitting next to Potter, snickered at Harry being put down, until Professor Snape turned upon him as well. "And you, Malfoy? Why did you not wake him from his daydreaming? Both you have been lax. Ten points from Gryffindor. And ten points from Slytherin, as well. Next time, Potter, try to stay awake in my class. And you, Malfoy, make sure he does." Harry and Draco both nodded, and Snape glided away.
*~*End Chapter 3*~*
AN: This one is quite a bit longer, and definitely more slashy. I'm still not into the nitty gritty yet. Next chapter ought to be good. No teasers, though. But it'll be good. And slashy. Oh, yes, definitely slashy.
It was Monday morning, and Harry had double Potions with the Slytherins first thing. As Snape told the lesson for that day, Harry remembered how he had spent his weekend.
*~*Flashback*~*
"Harry, Harry wake up!" Harry awoke to the shakings of Ron Weasley, his roommate. "It's Saturday!!! It's time to go to breakfast! We're late as it is! C'mon Harry!" Ron began shaking him violently. He only stopped when Harry sat up and threw him from the bed, yelling.
"I'm up already, Geroff! Merlin, Ron, you are insistent!" Harry dressed quickly and went downstairs, silently thankful for Ron's persistence. This would be the first time Harry would see Snape since the fight in the hallway, he hadn't been out of his bedchambers for anything more than lessons all day yesterday. "He has to be here today...He just has to..."Harry whispered to himself.
"What was that, Harry?"
"Nothing, Ron. Just my tired mutterings...what homework do we have to do today?" Ron gave him a funny look, then drawled off the homework they had.
"And I think that's it. Nothing too hard, if you think Hermione'll help us again. Do you think she will, Harry? Harry? Harry, are you there?" Ron poked Harry, who had begun daydreaming what he would do if Snape wasn't at breakfast.
"Hm? Oh, yes. Sure. Probably. Why don't you find out yourself?"
"Um, OK, Harry. I'll go ask her." Ron said this just as they walked into the Great Hall. Ron ran off to sit next to Hermione. There were no other seats near them, so he sat down near Neville Longbottom.
"Good morning, Harry!" Harry mumbled a reply; too busy scanning the area for Snape.
"Looking for Professor Snape, Harry?" Harry jumped at this. He hadn't realized anyone knew about them. A bit shakily, he replied:
"Uh, yes. Why...why do you ask, Neville?"
"Well, Harry, we have him in a double block first thing this Monday! All the Gryffindors are looking for him! I've heard he is in an awful temper...worst than usual, at least." Neville sniggered. "Anyways, we're all worried that he won't cheer up before Monday...like that old bat can cheer up!" Neville burst into laughter once again, but Harry just stared at him coldly. When Neville didn't hear any laughing but his own, he stopped.
"Well, has anyone seen him yet, Neville?"
"No, uh, no one has...wait! There he is!" Neville pointed to a door behind the teachers' tables, where the familiar scowling face of Professor Severus Snape had appeared. He sat down at his customary place, and began eating, silently glaring at any and all who looked in his direction.
As Harry kept staring, hoping for some sign of approval, Snape started staring back. When it seemed Snape could take no more, he sat up and bellowed in a rather un-Snape-ish voice: "You! Potter! Detention, for misbehavior and lack of respect towards your teachers!" As he stood up, his voice quieted, and became the silky smooth voice Harry loved to hear whispering sweet nothings into his ear in the midst of passionate lovemaking. "You will report to my office at eight o' clock tonight, Potter, and you will stay until I decide you must leave!" He began to sit down again, then stopped. "And if I were you, Potter, I would bring a bedroll."
As Snape sat down and began eating once again, the silence that had crept into the room slowly dissipated into the normal chatter of students. As Harry's friends gave him sad, sympathetic looks, Harry himself looked down. He hoped he looked ashamed; because he was really looking down to hide the smile and look of lust in his eyes that had been placed there by his lover's last words. He would bring a bedroll; he just didn't think he would need it.
As Harry daydreamed of Snape, the Gryffindor table fell silent again. Harry looked up and glanced around to see what was wrong this time, and saw none other than Draco Malfoy and his goons approach the table.
"Well done, Potter. Now Professor Snape will smell of you all week." Crabbe and Goyle snickered at the joke only Malfoy and Potter really got. "Hope you have fun."
"Oh, I'm sure I will, Malfoy. I'm sure I will." Harry smiled, and Draco turned from the table and stormed off in disgust.
*~*Rude Awakening from Flashback*~*
"Where are your potion ingredients, Potter?" Harry's head snapped up, right into his lover's eyes. Draco, who was sitting next to Potter, snickered at Harry being put down, until Professor Snape turned upon him as well. "And you, Malfoy? Why did you not wake him from his daydreaming? Both you have been lax. Ten points from Gryffindor. And ten points from Slytherin, as well. Next time, Potter, try to stay awake in my class. And you, Malfoy, make sure he does." Harry and Draco both nodded, and Snape glided away.
*~*End Chapter 3*~*
AN: This one is quite a bit longer, and definitely more slashy. I'm still not into the nitty gritty yet. Next chapter ought to be good. No teasers, though. But it'll be good. And slashy. Oh, yes, definitely slashy.