SPECIAL DISCLAIMER: Ariadne Black and Farrell Stillwell are not my
characters, they are my friend's. I am borrowing them for a time, she is
borrowing mine, Tom Gadden, who will also be in this chapter as well as
others. THESE ARE NOT J.K. ROWLING'S!!! If you wish to borrow them, either
talk to Ariadne Black For Ariadne and Farrell, or me for Tom. Thankee-sai!
Chapter 4
As Harry and Draco began working on their potions, Harry's mind once again drifted. He stopped paying attention to what he was doing, and as soon as Draco noticed, he did something about it.
"Potter, stop daydreaming about Professor Snape and start doing your work!" Draco hissed.
Harry snorted. "Since when have you cared about me and my work?"
"Since Snape made us a team!" Draco retorted.
"You've never cared about me, Malfoy. You've always hated me, ever since I started hanging out with Ron and Hermione. And that will never change."
"No, that isn't true, Harry. I've always liked you. You just hung out with the wrong people, so I couldn't approach you. Don't you remember me from the robe fitting, when we first met?"
"Yes..."
"Well, ever since I met you, Harry, I've....I've been attracted to you..."
Before Harry could respond, a Slytherin girl Harry had seen walking with Draco, who was seated behind them, butted in.
"Malfoy! You are supposed to keep that annoying Potter child quiet, not talkative!"
"Oh, shut up Ariadne. I'm allowed to talk to other students."
"Not during Potions! Snape will take points from his own house!"
"Just because you're jealous that I broke up with you and I moved on doesn't mean you can butt into my conversation and stop it when you get uncomfortable."
Ariadne grew red in the face, blew a few breaths through her nose like a bull, screamed something incoherently, and charged across her table at Malfoy. Draco fell back, knocking his potion over, as well as Harry's. He began turning blue in the face as Ariadne throttled him.
"Draco!" Harry screamed, and tried to pull off the raging girl attacking Malfoy. 'He's mine now!' Harry thought. 'Did I just think that?! No time now, I have to save Draco, whoever he belongs to!' As Harry clawed at Ariadne's vice-like grip. Snape prowled over, growling deeply.
"Miss Black! Release Malfoy, now!" Snape's voice was low, but more threatening than Harry had ever heard it. "Potter, do likewise to Miss Black." As the students followed his orders, Snape smiled a smile so evil, Harry shivered. "Now then, Miss Black, tell me what happened."
Ariadne was too shaken up to speak very coherently, and all Snape could make out was; "Malfoy...not funny...rage..."
Snape turned on Draco. "Did you provoke her, Malfoy?"
"No, sir! Harry and I were just talking, and she just flew over the table at me! She broke my potion! And...and Harry's, too!" Snape now turned on Potter.
"Potter? Did Malfoy provoke Miss Black or not?"
Harry didn't say anything for a moment. Should he tell the truth, and land Malfoy in detention? Or should he listen to his new (or were they just hidden? Harry thinks) feelings, and lie to protect Malfoy? 'What a decision!'
"Uh, well...she just came over, Draco and I were just talking. And now my potion is ruined, as is Draco's." Snape grunted at the last part.
"Very well. Miss Black, detention. Malfoy, Potter, you are excused from making this potion. For now. You will report to me tonight at eight to make it, when there are less...distractions. Now, everyone else, load your potion into a flask and leave it for me to grade. Class dismissed."
*~*7:45 PM*~*
Harry was walking towards Snape's class, hoping to meet Draco on the way. His head had been turning with what Malfoy had said. 'He had been attracted to me? Does he mean...sexually? Was Draco actually coming on to me?' Harry's thought process shattered as Draco's hurried footsteps caught up to him.
"Harry! Hey, Harry!" Harry stopped and turned, waiting for Draco. When he got to Harry, Draco put one arm on Harry's forearm, stooping over with his other arm around his side. "Woo! I didn't realize how far you had gone! I was hoping to catch you closer to your dormitory..."
"Wha...what do you want, Draco?"
"Harry, calm down." Draco stood, keeping his arm on Harry's shoulder. "I just wanted to finish that conversation we where having before Ariadne interrupted. Thanks with that, by the way."
"No problem."
"Well, see..." Draco blushed, looking down at his feet and pulling his arms behind him. "I...well, I really do like you, Harry. It's just that...well, I sorta have a family reputation to live up to. So when you hooked up with that Weasley, and Miss Granger, well...I couldn't approach you anymore. I thought you had hated me, so I just left you alone. Do you hate me?"
Harry thought it over, and replied quietly, after some time. "I'm not sure...I guess I've always been attracted to you, too...But I've always hated you, mainly because of what you say about my friends..."
Draco cut him off. "I don't mean any of it! I'm just saying it for my family's reputation! Please, can you forgive me?"
"...Yes. Draco, does this mean...that...you and I...?"
Draco snorted. "I think your spoken for, Harry." He gestured towards Snape's door. At the moment, it swung open, and out walked Ariadne Black. She stuck her tongue out at Malfoy as she walked by. The two turned back towards the door, and saw Snape staring right back at them.
"You two are right on time. How nice. Come in here. I have the ingredients and directions on the board. You may have one class period's time to do this." Harry and Draco hurried into the room, and started working.
*~*8:30 PM*~*
What Draco had said made Harry think about last weekend again. Once his egg timer had been set, and all he had to do was sit and stir, he let him mind wander once again to his weekend.
*~*Flashback*~*
Harry had arrived at Snape's chamber on time, with his bedroll, smirking. 'Merlin, I hope I won't need this.' As he knocked on the door, he giggled a bit, remembering all the fun he had had with Severus before.
As the door opened, Harry looked into his lover's eyes and whispered huskily, "Hello, my love..."
"Mr. Potter! That is exactly what I was speaking of this morning at breakfast! You have no respect for your teachers and elders. You must be taught a lesson. And I am just the one to punish you..."
Harry's smile, which had disappeared at the beginning of the little speech, was brought back twofold. "Yes, of course, Professor..." Harry looked down, and shuffled into the room quietly. 'If Severus wants to play, we'll play.' "How will you punish me, Professor?" Harry dropped his bedroll, and started walking towards the Potions Master, who backed up. "Want me to write an essay...on spanking?" Snape backed into a chair, and sat down promptly, too dazed about his student's behavior to do anything. "How about some...first hand experience?" Harry climbed onto Snape's lap, and turned around, shaking his bottom in the air. "Come now, Professor, surely you want a....taste?" Harry turned around for a moment, and kissed Snape's lips.
This seemed to bring Snape back to life. He stood up, pushing Harry to the floor. Harry smiled a lustful, naughty smile. "Mr. Potter!" Snape was roaring. "I told you before, that that is over! You are here for punishment!!! Not pleasure!!!" Harry backed up on his back, whimpering. "As a matter of fact, you will be writing me an essay! Two, now! One, six feet long, on respect for your elders! And another, I expect it to be AT LEAST eight feet, on how disrespectful you have been to me! I expect them done by Monday!"
"Yes sir..."
"Now get going!" Snape turned to leave. He paused, and turned back. This time, his voice was low and dangerous, daring Harry to argue. "I may love you, Potter, but our close call on Friday ought to have taught you something. It will never work out. Forget us. Now get going." As Snape turned to walk out, Harry could have sworn he saw tears in his Potions Master's eyes.
*~*End of Flashback*~*
Harry snapped out of his reverie just in time to hear the egg timer start going off. He quickly began the next step of his potion.
*~*Time Jump*~*
As Harry and Draco finished their potions and corked their respective flasks, Harry turned to Draco.
"Draco...I'm not spoken for."
"What was that, Harry?"
"Snape and I...we're not together anymore."
"Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry! Is there anything I can do?" They stepped out into the corridor.
"Yes...hold me?"
*~*End Chapter 4*~*
AN: If any of you are as shocked as I am, you're dead. My heart stopped beating as I wrote those words. I didn't know I was going to write them. This is going to get better and better, trust me. Please review!
Chapter 4
As Harry and Draco began working on their potions, Harry's mind once again drifted. He stopped paying attention to what he was doing, and as soon as Draco noticed, he did something about it.
"Potter, stop daydreaming about Professor Snape and start doing your work!" Draco hissed.
Harry snorted. "Since when have you cared about me and my work?"
"Since Snape made us a team!" Draco retorted.
"You've never cared about me, Malfoy. You've always hated me, ever since I started hanging out with Ron and Hermione. And that will never change."
"No, that isn't true, Harry. I've always liked you. You just hung out with the wrong people, so I couldn't approach you. Don't you remember me from the robe fitting, when we first met?"
"Yes..."
"Well, ever since I met you, Harry, I've....I've been attracted to you..."
Before Harry could respond, a Slytherin girl Harry had seen walking with Draco, who was seated behind them, butted in.
"Malfoy! You are supposed to keep that annoying Potter child quiet, not talkative!"
"Oh, shut up Ariadne. I'm allowed to talk to other students."
"Not during Potions! Snape will take points from his own house!"
"Just because you're jealous that I broke up with you and I moved on doesn't mean you can butt into my conversation and stop it when you get uncomfortable."
Ariadne grew red in the face, blew a few breaths through her nose like a bull, screamed something incoherently, and charged across her table at Malfoy. Draco fell back, knocking his potion over, as well as Harry's. He began turning blue in the face as Ariadne throttled him.
"Draco!" Harry screamed, and tried to pull off the raging girl attacking Malfoy. 'He's mine now!' Harry thought. 'Did I just think that?! No time now, I have to save Draco, whoever he belongs to!' As Harry clawed at Ariadne's vice-like grip. Snape prowled over, growling deeply.
"Miss Black! Release Malfoy, now!" Snape's voice was low, but more threatening than Harry had ever heard it. "Potter, do likewise to Miss Black." As the students followed his orders, Snape smiled a smile so evil, Harry shivered. "Now then, Miss Black, tell me what happened."
Ariadne was too shaken up to speak very coherently, and all Snape could make out was; "Malfoy...not funny...rage..."
Snape turned on Draco. "Did you provoke her, Malfoy?"
"No, sir! Harry and I were just talking, and she just flew over the table at me! She broke my potion! And...and Harry's, too!" Snape now turned on Potter.
"Potter? Did Malfoy provoke Miss Black or not?"
Harry didn't say anything for a moment. Should he tell the truth, and land Malfoy in detention? Or should he listen to his new (or were they just hidden? Harry thinks) feelings, and lie to protect Malfoy? 'What a decision!'
"Uh, well...she just came over, Draco and I were just talking. And now my potion is ruined, as is Draco's." Snape grunted at the last part.
"Very well. Miss Black, detention. Malfoy, Potter, you are excused from making this potion. For now. You will report to me tonight at eight to make it, when there are less...distractions. Now, everyone else, load your potion into a flask and leave it for me to grade. Class dismissed."
*~*7:45 PM*~*
Harry was walking towards Snape's class, hoping to meet Draco on the way. His head had been turning with what Malfoy had said. 'He had been attracted to me? Does he mean...sexually? Was Draco actually coming on to me?' Harry's thought process shattered as Draco's hurried footsteps caught up to him.
"Harry! Hey, Harry!" Harry stopped and turned, waiting for Draco. When he got to Harry, Draco put one arm on Harry's forearm, stooping over with his other arm around his side. "Woo! I didn't realize how far you had gone! I was hoping to catch you closer to your dormitory..."
"Wha...what do you want, Draco?"
"Harry, calm down." Draco stood, keeping his arm on Harry's shoulder. "I just wanted to finish that conversation we where having before Ariadne interrupted. Thanks with that, by the way."
"No problem."
"Well, see..." Draco blushed, looking down at his feet and pulling his arms behind him. "I...well, I really do like you, Harry. It's just that...well, I sorta have a family reputation to live up to. So when you hooked up with that Weasley, and Miss Granger, well...I couldn't approach you anymore. I thought you had hated me, so I just left you alone. Do you hate me?"
Harry thought it over, and replied quietly, after some time. "I'm not sure...I guess I've always been attracted to you, too...But I've always hated you, mainly because of what you say about my friends..."
Draco cut him off. "I don't mean any of it! I'm just saying it for my family's reputation! Please, can you forgive me?"
"...Yes. Draco, does this mean...that...you and I...?"
Draco snorted. "I think your spoken for, Harry." He gestured towards Snape's door. At the moment, it swung open, and out walked Ariadne Black. She stuck her tongue out at Malfoy as she walked by. The two turned back towards the door, and saw Snape staring right back at them.
"You two are right on time. How nice. Come in here. I have the ingredients and directions on the board. You may have one class period's time to do this." Harry and Draco hurried into the room, and started working.
*~*8:30 PM*~*
What Draco had said made Harry think about last weekend again. Once his egg timer had been set, and all he had to do was sit and stir, he let him mind wander once again to his weekend.
*~*Flashback*~*
Harry had arrived at Snape's chamber on time, with his bedroll, smirking. 'Merlin, I hope I won't need this.' As he knocked on the door, he giggled a bit, remembering all the fun he had had with Severus before.
As the door opened, Harry looked into his lover's eyes and whispered huskily, "Hello, my love..."
"Mr. Potter! That is exactly what I was speaking of this morning at breakfast! You have no respect for your teachers and elders. You must be taught a lesson. And I am just the one to punish you..."
Harry's smile, which had disappeared at the beginning of the little speech, was brought back twofold. "Yes, of course, Professor..." Harry looked down, and shuffled into the room quietly. 'If Severus wants to play, we'll play.' "How will you punish me, Professor?" Harry dropped his bedroll, and started walking towards the Potions Master, who backed up. "Want me to write an essay...on spanking?" Snape backed into a chair, and sat down promptly, too dazed about his student's behavior to do anything. "How about some...first hand experience?" Harry climbed onto Snape's lap, and turned around, shaking his bottom in the air. "Come now, Professor, surely you want a....taste?" Harry turned around for a moment, and kissed Snape's lips.
This seemed to bring Snape back to life. He stood up, pushing Harry to the floor. Harry smiled a lustful, naughty smile. "Mr. Potter!" Snape was roaring. "I told you before, that that is over! You are here for punishment!!! Not pleasure!!!" Harry backed up on his back, whimpering. "As a matter of fact, you will be writing me an essay! Two, now! One, six feet long, on respect for your elders! And another, I expect it to be AT LEAST eight feet, on how disrespectful you have been to me! I expect them done by Monday!"
"Yes sir..."
"Now get going!" Snape turned to leave. He paused, and turned back. This time, his voice was low and dangerous, daring Harry to argue. "I may love you, Potter, but our close call on Friday ought to have taught you something. It will never work out. Forget us. Now get going." As Snape turned to walk out, Harry could have sworn he saw tears in his Potions Master's eyes.
*~*End of Flashback*~*
Harry snapped out of his reverie just in time to hear the egg timer start going off. He quickly began the next step of his potion.
*~*Time Jump*~*
As Harry and Draco finished their potions and corked their respective flasks, Harry turned to Draco.
"Draco...I'm not spoken for."
"What was that, Harry?"
"Snape and I...we're not together anymore."
"Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry! Is there anything I can do?" They stepped out into the corridor.
"Yes...hold me?"
*~*End Chapter 4*~*
AN: If any of you are as shocked as I am, you're dead. My heart stopped beating as I wrote those words. I didn't know I was going to write them. This is going to get better and better, trust me. Please review!