A/N: The characters in this story are not mine and I gain no profit from them.
Severus turned towards his potion after adding the key 3 sliced mandrake roots, delicately stirring it exactly 3 times and stepping away to let the potion rest for exactly 23 minutes. He looked closer at the potion, certain that he was seeing things. His potion was rippling. At this stage it was supposed to have no movement what so ever, it could completely ruin it. In fact, it was changing color already, away from the healthy green to a sickening brown shade. "Fuck" he said vanishing the potion and stalking upstairs. He followed the thrumming music to Potters room, inconveniently placed above his laboratory, and opened the door to yell at the brat. He was stopped short however when he saw Potter in the middle of his room dancing. Not just dancing, but dancing shirtless. The boys tan stomach was finely muscled, balancing perfectly between scrawny and bulky, and he appeared to have the loveliest happy trail Severus had ever seen. While staring at that particular area Severus saw a gold snitch flit about his groin area. The boy had a tattoo! Looking closer he noticed several other changes as well. The pierced nipples made his mouth water and the snake wrapped around his bicep was intriguing. Snape licked his lips. He snapped out of his reverie when the lyrics started. "I can't wait for you to shut me up" Severus could think of the perfect way to shut the brat up, he would merely shove the boy against the wall and give him something better to do with his mouth.
He then snorted as he remembered Dumbledores words above the influence of petty hormones indeed
"Appropriate song choice Potter"
Startled, Potter hastily stopped dancing and turned towards him. "Sir..?"
"Potter, what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have no consideration for the people around you? This person in particular is allowing you to stay in his house, eat his food, and keep your worthless life. How do you repay me? By playing your music SO BLOODY loud that it disrupts my experimental potion. One that requires this particular moon phase. So if you would please turn off your music I need to start the fucking potion over. You will be helping me prepare ingredients due to the time constraints I now have for the brewing of this potion. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Potter replied, turning off his music and wiping the sweat off his stomach. The sweat that was trailing deliciously along his muscles and along the hem of his pants.. Severus shook himself.
"Put a bloody shirt on, if Albus says one negative word to me about your" Severus' lip curled "modifications I will rip them out myself" I will not think about his nipples.. I will not think about his nipples or the noises he would make if I was to put my mouth on said nipples.. I will not think about putting my mouth on his nipple and tugging on one of those piercings until I can feel him hard against me. Fuck. He needed a drink. Or a wank. He left Harry's room quickly and stalked rapidly towards his lab, thinking of Hagrid and Madame Maxine having sex to force away his excitement.
Harry arrived minutes later with a green t-shirt on, thankfully loose enough to not show his nipple piercings. Too much.
"You can heat exactly 3 quarts of water in the cauldron to a low simmer. A low simmer, Potter, indicates that it has small bubbles coming occasionally, if they are coming rapidly or expanding then you have the heat too high. If they merely sit along the bottom, it is to low. I expect you to get it right. I will be preparing the initial ingredients"
Harry did as he was told in silence, knowing full well that he was at fault for this. He was just so damned bored. He had received confirmations from the majority of the people he had desired to have in the book, they would be willing to write their experiences throughout the war. Dumbledore was most excited to write a chapter from Fawkes point of view. Crazy, Crazy old man. That was his only condition to detailing his role in the war, so it was not to high a price to pay. Shacklebot was adding to it, as was Mr. Weasley, the majority of the Weasley clan, Hermione, Tonks, Lupin, the real Mad Eye, McGonnigall, Hagrid, shit.. everyone who was in The Order of Phoenix said that they would write at least a little bit for the book. Except Snape, he still hadn't mentioned a decision and Harry hadn't had the nerve to bring it up himself.
Later, after several comments about Harry's ineptitude, a few threats to his life, many threats to his extremities, and one whole thank you, Harry felt the need to initiate conversation.
"When was the last time you had something to eat?" oh my! Wasn't that clever.
"At breakfast, I don't see how that concerns you, however."
"I was just going to offer to grab something from the kitchens so you didn't need to leave your potion" Snape didn't allow house elves within his lab rooms, so a manual trip was required if he was to eat that day, needless to say many days Snape didn't find food necessary.
"Oh well… that would be appreciated"
Harry left Snape avidly watching his potion and jogged to the kitchen requesting lunch for the both of them. He then carefully walked with the tray and glasses, levitated in front of him, back to the lab. Once there he placed a sandwich and crisps on Snapes side of the lab bench making sure to keep the goblet of pumpkin juice far away from Snapes notes, he then sat on the stool across from him and started to eat his lunch. Snape came and sat down, eating his lunch silently as he reviewed his notes.
"Er…I was wondering…" Harry stopped nervously as Snape continued to attentively scan his notes.
"Due continue Potter, I am ever so intrigued as to what thoughts are trapped in that head of yours. Perhaps you can offer evidence that it is not as hollow as you make it seem"
Ignoring the sarcasm Harry forced himself to continue speaking, why was it always so damn hard with Snape? "Have you thought about whether or not you would possibly write about your life during the war for the book? It's going to be called "Chronicles of the Order" by the way, and so far everyone from the Order has agreed to write at least a little bit, that is except you. Please, Sir, it would mean a lot to me if you would. You have played such an integral part, and no one even knows it. Please." Harry hated himself for sounding as if he was begging, but this was important. Snape deserved recognition, he deserved to be able to walk in Diagon Alley and be respected, not glared at suspiciously.
Severus felt that he really should say no, it wasn't as if he wanted to do the Potter boy any favors. Well, any non-sexual favors, that is. Any ways…. It would be more true to character if he just sneered and belittled Potter, making sure he knew how ridiculous it was for him to think Severus would go along with any of his plans. Unfortunately, he was very hungry for the approval this would gain him in the wizarding world. He had been looked at as the worst example of Slytherin corruption for years, and if he could tell his story.. maybe he could save the reputation of his house as well as himself. God fucking knows he deserved it, he hadn't gotten laid in years. That however, he would not mention in his writing.
"However much it pains me to say this Potter, and it does quite a lot, the book is not a terrible idea. I will add my participation within the Order of Pheonix to your repertoire. However if you make me regret this in anyway I will be using your entrails as a potions ingredient. No doubt it would be the best thing you ever accomplished in potions."
Harry had been watching his Snapes face as he thought about it, and the glittering of the mans typically cold eyes was so amazingly hot that he felt himself getting hard. So it goes without saying that when Snape responded he had a difficult time concentrating, the task not made easier by Snapes deep cutting voice. Never the less, comprehension eventually penetrated his clouded mind.
"Thank you soo much, Sir"
"I'm hardly doing this for you, Potter. Anything I would do for you would hardly be approved by Dumbledore" Please let him take that in a sadistic teacher kind of way, and not the perverted way he meant it.
The frustrated look on his face said that he did.
A/N: "I can't wait for you to shut me up" comes from the song Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence. It rocks. If you haven't heard it, you should.