The Little Voices
"Mr. Potter" Severus said in greeting when the boy entered the room.
Eeek!
Eeek!
Harry ignored the squealing voices as Severus started to tell him what he was to be doing during his detention, which was not surprising, cleaning out cauldrons. Toning the Professor out, Harry wondered what the voices found so appealing about the Potion Master.
Sure, when he walked there was this grace about him, almost predatory sometimes. The man's voice was smooth like melted chocolate and made Harry shiver, so what if his dark black eyes were sometimes so hypnotizing, or that when the light hit just right they looked like a dark blue. So what if sometimes Harry spent too long staring at the man's long fingers that were precise and gentle when he was demonstrating how to do a Potion correctly, or that he stared at the man's rather attractive backsi—
The Gryffindor felt his face get warm, Merlin! He had a crush on Snape!
That's what we've been trying to tell you!
Now go over there and let that sexy man have his wicked way with you!
"Mr. Potter"
"Yes!?" Harry squeaked, face as red as an tomato.
Severus stared at him before pointing to the dirty cauldrons stacked on the table in the corner.
"Get to it" the man said.
Harry nodded, and quickly made his way over, eyes avoiding the man's, Severus watched him go before going over to his desk, muttering about Gryffindors.
Harry ignored both the Professor and the voices as he grabbed the already wet sponge and began to furiously scrub.
"How did this happen?" he thought, "when did this happen?"
During your first year, when you realized that Severus wasn't going to treat you like a celebrity as everyone else does.
It also kind of intensified when Dumbledore told you that Severus tried to save you.
"But how did I not know?" Harry said rather loudly, getting a look from said person they were talking about.
I think trying to avoid getting killed had something to do with, it's supposed to mess with brain cells or something.
But now you do know, so start planning on how to have hot kinky monkey sex with Mr. Tall Dark And Yummy over there.
Harry's face once again became red.
I totally agree with that, especially the kinky part.
Harry scrubbed harder.
~.~
After detention where Harry was convinced he would forever be permanently red-faced, especially after listening to the voices go into detail on what they wanted Snape to do with the Savior, Harry entered the Gryffindor common room. The moment he saw Hermione curled up in a chair, reading as always, he went over and clung to the bookworm.
"Hermione!" he whined burring his face in her shoulder, "I have a crush on Snape!"
"Professor Snape" Hermione automatically corrected as she put her book down, she then petted the boy's head, "and of course you do"
Harry looked up at her, "You knew?" he asked.
"Harry, you have two voices in your head that fawn and drool over the man, of course I know, everyone knows…well expect for you and the Professor"
"….Even Ron?"
"Yes, even Ronald"
Okay, that's just not fair.
Harry agreed with voice, for when it came to crushes Ron was oblivious to them (especially towards a certain Bushy haired bookworm).
"Is it so bad?" Hermione then asked, pulling the boy away from his thoughts.
"What is?"
"Having a crush on Professor Snape?"
No, it wasn't actually. To be honest Harry was more upset over the fact that he was just now realizing what apparently was obvious to everyone else (expect the person of his affections), then him having a crush (and maybe more considering how long this crush have been going on) on the bane of every Gryffindor's existence.
"No, it doesn't" Harry finally answered.
"That's good, so are you going to go for it then?"
Yes!
Hell yes!
"Definitely"
The grin that then appeared on Hermione's face made Harry gulp.
I don't like that look at all.
I think we should get the hell out of Dodge…like right now.
Harry didn't get far.
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