That evening when Harry made his way back down to the cold dungeons, he stood in front of that old wooden door and knocked, but this time no sound came from inside. He knocked again and still nothing, he toyed with the idea of leaving, but what if Snape was just trying to trick him. Harry slowly opened the door, and walking into the room he didn't see Snape anywhere in the classroom. He put his bag down quietly, and moved up to the professor's desk looking around seeing the door to Snape's office was half shut. He glanced around and something caught his attention on Snape's desk, he moved quietly closer to the desk. They were grade's his class grades, Harry took another look around and leaned down to the paper trying to read the marks.
"Potter, what are you doing." Snape demanded from behind Harry.
The boy spun around practically sitting on the desk to keep a good distance between them, his heart beating hard against his chest, "Sir! I um..."
"Why were you snooping around my desk?" The man hissed leaning closer to the boy.
"I didn't think you were in here," Potter forced to keep his voice even as he tried to move further back. He felt his heart beat quicken.
"So you thought I was hiding in the papers on my desk?" Snape sneered.
Harry narrowed his gaze, "No, of course not."
"I think you need detention Potter," the professor smirked.
Harry stood upright away from the desk getting dangerously close to the man, "I do not, I didn't even see anything."
Snape fisted the boy's shirt, pulling him even closer, "You insolent boy."
They stared angrily at each other dark green staring into the blackness. The next thing Harry felt was being pulled hard to meet Snape's mouth with his own. He tried to pull back but Snape pushed into him till he was back against he desk again, Harry's mind was spinning half wanting to knock Snape out, and the other half wanted to, sickeningly enough, kiss back. When one of Snape's hands fisted into the boy's mess of hair, the half that wanted to kiss back won.
Harry's hands wrapped into the dark robes pulling himself into the body before him letting the heat radiate off of each other. Snape ran his tongue across Harry's lips gaining access to the warm moistness, drawing a weak moan from the boy as their tongue's met. Harry moved from the man's mouth for the need to breath, and to assault the pale neck. Kissing and sucking down from beneath the curve of the professor's jaw, and moved a hand to the high collar undoing a few buttons.
When Harry bit at the newly exposed flesh the hand in his hair tightened, and he heard a sharp gasp. When he did it again moving over slightly a deep groan and the hand that was hanging on to his shirt gripped his hip pulling him forward. When Snape pressed against him it made the dark haired boy inhale hard, and shudder at the contact gripping the dark robes in front of him harder. The hand in his hair pulled his head back, and lips once again capturing his again. Harry's mind kept screaming 'THIS IS SNAPE!' but his body didn't seem to care.
He was now straddling Snape's thigh rocking against it, while his lips and skin were being attacked. Harry leaned back against the desk, arms supporting him up, fingers gripping the edge, and Snape's hands guiding the boy's hips as he assaulted Harry's neck. Breathing was coming in shallow hard breaths from Harry as his hips were moving faster, and Snape ran his tongue up the vital vain in the boy's neck pulling the hips down harder, moving them faster. Harry's mouth was now hanging open trying to get as much air as he could, eyes screwed tightly closed, just feeling. The hot breath on his neck, the tight grip on his hips, and then it happened the explosion.
Harry threw his head back letting outa strangled groan, and through clenched teeth moaned, "Professor."
His body didn't even finish shaking when Snape pulled away from him, "Get out, Potter."
Harry opened his eyes quickly, "Sir?"
The look on the man's face was unreadable, "GET OUT!"
Harry moved quickly threw the room grabbing his bag, and ran out of the classroom all the way to the boys dormitory. Harry ignored everyone, and to Ron's questions he only said "I don't know" and "Nothing". He changed for bed quickly, and just laid in the quiet his mind running over what happened, though he didn't really know what had. It didn't even feel real! If his pants didn't have the evidence on them, he would just say it was all in his head.
Why did Snape do that, or more importantly why did he let it happen? He should have stopped, well he did try to, but Snape pushed the matter and he crumbled under the pressure of it. It never should have happened. What is he going to do now in potions? He won't be able to look Snape in the eye. Harry rubbed his eyes till he was seeing spots in the blackness, the blackness turned into something familiar. Harry opened his eyes before the imaged fully formed. 'I'm not going to let myself think of him,' he thought to himself bitterly.
He rolled over on his side, trying to think of Quidditch, and the matches coming up. Finally, after an hour of thinking of game plans, and who were more of a threat in the running for the cup, he fell asleep. The next morning he woke up to Ron calling him.
"Harry, mate, you need to get up or we're going to be late!" He pulled open Harry's hangings, trying to put on a shoe.
"What time is it?" Harry asked groggily.
"Almost 9, hurry up," Ron threw some clothes at Harry
"Damn it," Harry murmured ripping off his nightclothes, pulling on his uniform quickly, not bothering tucking in his shirt.
Grabbing his sweater and tie in one hand, and his bag in another, then Harry and Ron ran down the stairs through the common room. Soon as they got to the potions room, harry had just pulled his sweater over his head, 'God, this is not what I wanted to draw more attention from him,' Harry thought as he and Ron walked into the class.
"Weasley, Potter!" Snape bellowed, "Detention, and twenty points from Gryffindor for being tardy." The Slytherins laughed. The Gryffindors groaned.
Harry, and Ron walked, heads down, to the open seats next to Hermione. "Goodness, Harry, you look awful."
"Thanks Hermione," Harry said shortly.
"No talking unless you want another detention,"Snape snapped
Harry slouched down in his seat looking very interested in the wood of the desk in front of him. That class had never felt so long, and everyone dare not say anything as if they all could feel the tension in the room. After class Harry ducked out quickly as to not be called by Snape for any reason. He waited down the hall with Hermione for Ron to come out of the classroom.
"He seems to be in a right state today, wonder why he's so angry?" Hermione asked, leaning against the wall.
"When isn't he angry," Harry shrugged.
"I suppose, look Ron's out." Hermione pointed down the hall.
When the red head finally got to his friends he sighed, "We have detention Saturday morning with Filch, and you have to go down tonight at 7 for your studies."
Harry groaned, "Great."
"What happened last night anyway? You came back to the dorm looking like you got punched in the gut," Ron asked worried, "you two got into a row again?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Harry sighed and started walking
"Well Harry, you should have done what I told you, just do what he tells you and the time will fly by," Hermione chimed in.
"Easy for you to say," Harry forced a smile on his face, "Come on, I don't want to talk about Snape anymore."
"Fine, so Ron did you..." Harry didn't hear what all Hermione was bothering Ron about he just kept thinking about tonight was it going to happen again, and if it did was he just going to let it happen? Harry found himself thinking about the night before. He couldn't have liked it, could he? No, of course not. It was Snape! Snape is a mean and bitter man, and could never do something like that with out having another reason behind it. He wasn't going to let Snape play mind games with him. Tonight, he wasn't going to give an opening for what ever happened the previous night to occurr again.
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(A/N) ok so how was the first two, honestly I haven't the foggiest idea what the hell im doing, but what ever. By the way if it seems a little WTF-ish (as my lovely beta jade put it, thanx by the way ;P)things should be explained in the next chapter but im gonna make ya wait lol not to long though maybe till Monday lol. Hey if you like it you like it, and if you don't then I don't know why the hell you're here in the first place. Needless to say, this whole Snape/Harry thing, as much as I love reading them, writing them is a whole different thing. And to say I'm kind of worried about this would be an understatement. Anyways... I love reviews :hint hint: lol