Hey you guys! Another one shot coming at you! I came up with this one based on an idea that sailor Endless pitched in the Slytherin Common Room on the hideaway. I got a lot of story alerts and story favourites with this one but I only got TWO reviews. Now while I appreciate you adding me to story alert and favourite stories, I would really love a review cause they brighten my day. Just a simple "Nice" or "I liked it!" is more than enough! So PLEASE REVIEW!

Dedicated to Milly who's my best friend on the Hideaway and who sacrificed her Jurassic Park/Sims time to read my fics even though she doesn't ship HP/SS. LOL I love you, Silly Milly:P


"I'll keep you my Dirty Little Secret………"

Severus Snape's admittedly large, hooked nose peered over his Potions Quarterly. After a long discussion with Potter that had somehow ended up in the bedroom, the boy had been persuaded (threatened) to go and mess around with his broom. The Firebolt, not his other broom. No, only Snape got to mess around with that.

So Snape had settled down on his comfy chair and proceeded to avidly devour each page of the fascinating (for him) book. Until he had been interrupted. Again. Bit this time it was not that bloody Gryffindor. But this interruption was surely linked to Potter in someway and therefore the boy's fault. Snape would stake his reputation as The King of Snark (which he was very proud of, thank you very much. No one else on the staff had made Longbottom cry as many times as he had. Not even close!)

Perhaps it was not fair to blame it all on the brat. But Snape was not a just man. Besides, it was Potter's fault most of the time anyway. You could hardly blame Snape for playing the odds. Snape was wrenched out of his thoughts by the Mysterious Noise (Yes, it deserves capital letters!) again.

"You are the only one that needs to know……."

Ah ha! It was music. Music? Why was there music in his dungeons? It was not even Slytherin music (which is dreary and grim, similar to the funeral march) but it was sock music! No, wait, sock wasn't right. Lock? Tock? Mock? Rock? Yes! That was it! It was rock music! Snape dragged his wandering mind back to the present problem.

Why was there rock music playing in his dungeons? And more importantly, where in the name of Salazar was it coming from? Snape got up with a dignified flourish, gently placed his beloved (to him, anyway) Potions Quarterly down on the table and pulled out his wand. Right. Now to go look for the Mysterious Noise. Severus Snape, ex-Deatheater, ex-double agent for the Order, teacher of Neville Longbottom and partner of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Refuses To Die and Lives To Piss Me Off was just the man for the job.

He cautiously moved in direction of the kitchen. The Mysterious Noise died down. The source of the Mysterious Noise was obviously not in the kitchen. He tried his potions lab and the bathroom which turned up similar results. Only one place left to check. The bedroom.

"Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret…….."

Silently passing through the bedroom door, Snape soon discovered the location of the source of the Mysterious Noise. There it was, all innocent-like, half-buried under a pair of pants. It was a white metallic device, decidedly Muggle looking, small enough to fit into your palm and it was connected to two white snaky lines that ended in strange shaped knobs.

Snape didn't know what it was. Ignorance may be bliss but knowledge is power. And Snape was more of a powerful man than an ignorant man. So he trained his wand on it and quickly ran down a list of appropriate hexes on his mind.

"Hey, Sev! I'm back from fooling around with my broom! Are you done with your boring book yet? Cause I was thinking that maybe we could………Sev, what are you doing?"

Potter stood framed in the doorway, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his hair sticking up in all directions, his bright green eyes shining with curiousity.

"Um, Sev? What are you pointing your wand at?"

"Shush, Potter."

"Sev, are you pointing your wand at my Ipod? You are! Sev! Are you listening to me? SEVERUS SNAPE! DON'T YOU DARE CURSE MY IPOD!"

Lol! There you go, Harry and the Ipod! Hope you enjoyed it! If I get enough reviews I might even do what happened the next day hint hint :D Tell me what you think!