Disclaimer: Hp is not mines...although I wish Severus was drool

A/U: thank you for the reviews they are muchly so appreciated. This chapter hints at slash so if you don't like it please don't read it because I gave you a warning and I don't need reviews that sounds like this : " You never mentioned this is a slash fic! Guy on guy is gross your going to hell you sinner BURN BURN!!!" or anything like that. So you are warned. And this story will eventually become slash so Bwah on slash haters!

Harry awoke the next morning to the sticky feeling on his comforter and sheets.

Bloody hell.

Thanking Merlin he did the laundry he made his bed knowing he would wash the mess up later in the day. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt this one a deep purple. He pulled it on over his head and looked on the floor for the pair of pants he had on yesterday. He pulled them on over yesterday boxers. He glanced at himself in the mirror and noticed he was missing one thing for his appearance to be complete. Glasses.

He walked over to the small night stand next to his bed and quickly slipped them onto the bridge of his nose. Looking in the cracked mirror that Dudley must have broken sometimes this year Harry combed his hair with his fingers and left his room. Padding his way silently down the stairs and into the kitchen Harry saw the other three occupants of his house were already awake.

"Good Morning." Harry said as he entered the kitchen. His gesture made no effect on the three as they sat their eyes glued to the TV that was located in the kitchen. Harry opened the fridge and pulled out an apple. Quickly rinsing it under the tap he took a large bite of the fruit and began to watch the news with his family.

"In later news a local bank has been robbed. The police are refusing interviews and not much is known about the robbery."

Harry's eyes widened at what he saw next. As they began to show the footage of the robbery, he was sure he had seen one of the intruders produce a wand. Harry knew it was not common for Wizards to rob muggle banks. After all what use was muggle money? He took a few steps closer as sketches of the robbers came up. Deciding to himself he did not know any of them. He shook his head.

Must have been seeing things.

He turned away and walked to the garbage and tossed out what was left of his apple.

"Were having company over today." Vermon said in a need to know tone. Harry turned knowing he was being addressed.

"Were having a small gathering to welcome Mrs. Figg's niece to town. She's new and will be staying with her for the summer." Harry's eye brows rose.

I wonder if she's a witch...

"So I expect you to be on your best behaviour. She'll be here around one so be ready. And change your clothes into something clean."

Harry nodded and left the kitchen retreating back into his room. He glanced in the mirror at his appearance and ran his fingers though his hair again working out any knots he might have missed before. He went over to his dresser and shifter though the shirts and pants he had brought with him. Pulling out a clean pair of jeans and a bottle green t-shirt he began to strip.

His body had grown and matured over the years at Hogwarts. He was no longer a lanky boy but he was quickly becoming, for lack of better words, a stud. He had developed defined chest and abdominal muscles and his lightly tanned skin gave him the looks of some kind of hero from ancient Greece.

He pulled off the purple shirt he had put on that morning and pulled on the green one instead.

This one looks better anyway.

He kicked off his dirty pants and boxers and looked down at himself. His leg muscles flexed and relaxed as he clenched them. Smirking he looked down at his man hood.

That is the most impressive muscle on my body.

He smiled naughtily and walked over to his dresser again and pulled out a pair of boxers and slipped them on. He heard a knock on the door and turned to face it.

"Yes?" He asked yelling though the door.

"Are you changed yet?" His uncle yelled though the door back at him.

"Almost." He responded.

"Good, we need you to watch the house were going out for a bit. We will be back around twelve. Don't answer the phone. We don't need anyone asking any questions about the random boy in our house."

Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled up his pants. Why did he need to be dressed for that. He heard his uncle's footsteps going down the stair and decided it was safe for him to get out his laptop.

He set it up quickly this time having memorized the password. He read the paper looking for any signs of Voldemort on the horizon. Finding none he began randomly clicking links to sites. Most of them were boring ones about what was going on in the world, or chat rooms about spells and potions. Then he clicked on one that caught his interest.

Ever tired of being someone you're not?

Yes

Want to be someone else...just for a little while?

Why not?

He clicked on the link and a box opened up.

A chat room.

He decided that it was innocent enough and began to fill in a profile.

Name: Jaded

Age:18

So I lied a bit

Looks: Black hair, green eyes, medium to tall.

Personality: Not a golden boy.

Why did I put that? I am the golden boy. But the whole point of this is to be something you want to be. Someone I'm not

So harry left his profile and clicked the sign up. Quickly a convo box popped up. There were only about five other people online chatting but what was to be expected at eleven in the morning.

Huffly: That was such an excellent story I can't believe you could say that.

Fadedburgandy: Oh please Huffly, they portrayed the real people all wrong and where was the plot!

Huffly: That's why its called pwp! PLOT WHAT PLOT

Jaded: If you don't mind me asking what story is this.

LINK TO I NEED A HERO

Huffly: We can get their opinion if you don't believe me.

Onyx: I think they will agree with me and F.B in saying that Snape and Harry would never act that way together. It is a wrong portrayal of character. And I would know. I do attend Hogwarts.

Huffly: So do I!

Onyx: ya and I bet you just ogle Snape instead of learning anything important.

Harry read the rest of the convo that showed up before clicking the link. He read the first paragraph with no avail. It was a story about him.

Why would someone write about me? I'm not that interesting.

"Potter Detention!" Professor Snape announced to the class his eyes

shining with menacing hatred. Harry whimpered. He would never

last under that stare and, although he hated the man before him, he

would always fall victim to it. He his lips defy his mind again as they

began to pucker almost dreaming of capturing his professor's lips in

his own...

Harry's eyes shot open.

This, this is...porn....