That next Monday the seventh year students from the four houses had double potions. Harry planned to execute 'Mission Impossible', as he dubbed it, then. He knew it would be better to have an audience so there would be witnesses to his horrible and painful death; or if the flip side happened, this way he would have people that believed him because they had seen it with their own eyes.
Harry waited for everyone to be at their desks and Snape to billow his way to the front of the dungeon classroom before wiping his hands on his robes and making his move.
His heart pounded in his chest as he passed row after row of cauldrons on desks. He swallowed hard as his eyes met that of the surly potion professor's. Snape thought Harry must have lost his ever loving mind getting up and walking to the front of the class without permission.
Closing his green eyes with a wince etched into his features, he quickly threw his arms around his most hated professor. After a couple seconds of nothing happening, Harry thought for sure he was in the free and clear, he let out a sigh of relief.
Ron's eyes bugged out of his head. Harry had gone mental, he was actually doing it. He had just been teasing his friend; he didn't really expect Harry to attempt to hug the Greasy Git. Ron's hands flew to his face, peeking between his fingers at Snape as Harry 'Dumbass' Potter pulled the man into a hug.
Students for years to come would hear this story and would say, "I would pay lots of galleons to see that!"
Simultaneously, all the jaws of the students' dropped while their eyes grew to the size of saucers. There was no way they could all be imagining what exactly was happening.
Harry had his arms wrapped around Severus Snape's middle, his head resting on the man's chest. It took a moment for what was happening to register in the Potion Master's mind. Everyone could for once clearly see the man's emotions on his face. Shock registered first, followed quickly by confusion. Slowly the Professor's features softened, as it seemed something inside him melted. Hesitantly, his black clad arms folded around Harry, and he rested his chin atop Harry's head.
Half of the class passed out from shock when a small smile appeared on the grouchy man's face.
Draco quickly ran up to his Godfather as Harry released him and returned to his seat. Grabbing hold of Snape's arm, Draco pulled him forcefully out of the room and up to the hospital wing to see Madame Pomfrey.
