Harry sat in the Potions classroom, Hermione and Ron on either side. He was still confused about last night, and had no idea how to find out what went wrong. The problem shouldn't have been with the potion. His lover looked ready the moment he drank the drugged tea. Then what happened between drinking the tea, and Harry going to him? Could Snape have used some kind of antidote? Harry didn't think so. The professor was so lost to his need, that Harry didn't think he'd be able to stand, let alone brew a potion.
But what else could it be? Beating his brains in and looking miserable, Harry only heard the professor enter the room. Even if he hadn't heard the door slam shut or the distinct thunder of billowing robes, he'd know from the sudden silence among the students.
The Golden Boy really didn't want to face Severus, not after the humiliating scene the previous night. How was he going to get through this class?
"Mr. Potter, if you are not going to pay attention, don't waste my time by attending class," Snape bit out from the front of the room.
Harry looked up. He couldn't believe that his lover had just said that without any form of provocation. What had he missed in class? Without meaning to, the boy's thoughts changed to wondering about the last time he saw Severus. What had he missed in that potion? It had seemed to be working well at first. What went wrong?
Jumping up, Harry couldn't stop himself from shouting, "What happened to you last night? You were supposed to be a walking erection, just thinking about me! Severus, you were beyond speech when I first gave you the potion! What changed? Why didn't you attack me the second I walked in that door like I wanted you to?"
His jaw dropping, Harry couldn't believe he'd just said that...to Snape...in front of the whole class! All of the other students turned stunned faces to him. Most seemed to be speechless as well, but then someone laughed. Then another, and another. Soon, all of the students were laughing, even Hermione and Ron!
Harry had only thought that being turned away from Snape was his most humiliating experience. But after this, he wanted to die. Running out of the room, he didn't dare look back
Sitting up, Harry gasped for air, trying to see through the curtains of sweat falling down his face. It had only been a dream, right?
"Oh please, let it have been a bad dream. I couldn't have really done that," he closed his eyes.
Laughing out in the hallway! Potter's eyes opened and he looked from bed to bed. He was in there alone. Standing up, he ran over to the window, shielding his eyes from the sun. Had it been a dream?