AN: This is for everyone who wanted a longer chapter, I'm just sorry it isn't that long.
Awakened--
Severus Snape POV--
I had a particular aversion to touching Mr. Potter. His grotesque looks reminded me, rather unfortunately, of his father.
As I finished brewing Potter's potions I frowned down upon said idiot trying to figure out how to administer the potion. I realized as I watched him that I still retained a small quantity of smelling salts that I had obtained during an excursion into the darker parts of Knockturn Alley.
My lips twitched at the thought of what Potter's face would look like momentarily. Enervate would have been more humane, but one look at the scar on his forehead changed my mind. I knew the boy was preened over and pampered by everyone else; I would not pussy-foot around and allow a Potter to be fawned over by me.
I walked back to my storeroom to retrieve the salts allowing a sadistic smirk to take residence on my face. I searched through one of the cabinets and of course my smelling salts were hidden in the very back, just to spite me no doubt for what I was about to do.
I then quickly walked back to where Potter had not so gracefully fallen to my floor, the sooner he left the better. When I looked down at him again I found that the words 'take me' rang annoyingly in my head, in Potter's voice. I held up the vile smelling (and coming from a Potions Master that's saying something) jar and lifted the lid under Potter's nose.
The first sign of Potter waking up was a slight twitching of his nose, next his nose scrunched up, then he tried to move his head away from the smell, when that didn't work his eyes started watering though his eyes were still closed, then finally his whole face took on a cross between someone sucking a lemon and someone on the receiving end of the Dementor's Kiss.
Then a stunned Harry Potter opened his groggy green eyes while I curled my lips into a sneer of disgust for his earlier stupidity.
TBC.
Next: Harry's POV and maybe what he meant by the words "take me."