Waiting Dreaming
Harry awoke from his nightmares once again to walk the corridors at the dead of night. He heard footsteps in the hallway and hid himself. Filtch rushed passed mumbling to his cat. Crazy old codger. Harry shook his head and continued on. Then something he could not hear but only feel approached him. He hid behind another of the convenient but often disturbing statues. A dark figure swept down the hallway, soundless and menacing. His potion professor moved soundlessly through the still night, his pale face framed by raven hair, robes blending into the darkness. Instant attraction to this fearsome man. He wanted to step out behind the pillar and have Snape scream at him, if only to hear his voice. He knew not when it began, it now being a few weeks into school, but only that it didn't seem that it could ever end. He did not like guys. He began to think, "If I'm really not gay then why do I have to keep telling myself this?" Well, he had never really been exposed to girls or guys so he wouldn't really know. Would he? Did it matter? Well, he was open minded. He had to be with Fred and George around.
Suddenly Snape turned a corner. Harry moved stealthily, or at least he thought so, towards him. Luckily, Snape was so preoccupied that he didn't notice Harry's pathetic attempt at sneaking. A pale form also attired in black appeared, running his finger over Snape's lip. Harry stared. He could not believe what he was seeing. The strange man held out a shiny object to the teacher and they both disappeared.