A/N: OMG guys! Sorry that this chapter has taken a ridiculously long time to come out. I've just been so caught up with finishing Just a Kiss and working on Into the Darkness I Go and working on my 50,000 word romance piece that this one kinda got shoved to the backburner. I'm sorry.

Bad author. Bad. No treat.

Ugh and on top of that I was so stymied that I have literally throw out several different versions of this chapter over the last two months (omg..I can't believe it's been that long. Crazy.) Tweaking, starting from scratch. Oy! But it's here! Finally! And it's the longest chapter of this story so far…so YAY? Lol.

I really hope you like it. Again…thanks to every awesome person who has reviewed and Alerted this little diddy! You guys are amazing!

~Belladonna~

The Wicked Week

Chapter 4: Sweet Thursday….

...Ding.

Harry blinked before glancing at the clock on the side table for confirmation. It was 7 o'clock. 13 hours till another torturous, delicious session with Snape. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the canopy above him in his crimson curtain drawn bed. He had had a miserable time trying to sleep even though the Gryffindor dormitory was uncommonly quite last night.

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Harry groaned as he slammed a pillow over his burning face and once again replayed the events of the night's detention.

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Slowly the boy dressed, never looking up. He couldn't bear to see the smug satisfaction that he knew would be plastered across Snape's face. Once finished he had moved to exit the cold dungeon room and head back to the Tower, but Snape wasn't done with him. Oh no, that would have been too simple. Instead of being allowed to bow out as gracefully as he could, the Potions Master had made Harry clean the desk where they had just rutted upon, putting the man's belongings back precisely and neatly. He was then was forced to sit for the remainder of the detention. All the while, Snape sipped silently from his teacup, reading a book about potions from the 12th century. Harry was summarily dismissed at the stroke of 10 with orders to return the following night at 8 p.m.

As soon as he had cleared the doors Harry had run like he had been shot out of a cannon back to the common room. He hadn't been able to go into the boy's dormitory though; too much on his mind to sleep. Harry spent the next few hours wringing his hands, despairing his lot in life, and plotting revenge, futilely planning for the upcoming skirmish, which would be tomorrow's detention. Sometime around one, he had begrudgingly drug himself up to bed.

Harry pulled the covers tighter around his delicate frame, replaying the words Snape had whispered to him when he had been in the throws of passion.

'You wantonly threw yourself at me….and you loved it.'

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'I want you to remember it every time you see me. I had you.'

Had me? Had me. Merlin, I can't believe what we did on that desk...what I did...I threw myself on the man. I threw myself at him. He...he...ah! That manipulative bastard! He knew...he knew! AH! I'm so...idiot! He's my professor! He's old! He's a stupid greasy git and I hate him and I wish I could punch him in his big hooked nose! What a bloody cock-up! Ah! Why couldn't I just keep my hands to myself? I just had to go and snog him! But... Merlin...it felt soo good. He tasted so good. Mmm...like mint and coffee. Mmm...

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"Harry," Ron bellowed. "Time to get up mate!"

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With burning cheeks and itchy hands Harry stammered, "Yeah. Everything's fine. I just couldn't..ah..I was..yeah. I'm good. Breakfast?"

Knowing that was usually the surest way to distract the red head, Harry was relieved to see Ron take the bait.

"Breakfast! Oh, that's a bloody brilliant idea. Mmm...I could eat a plate full of bacon!"

Harry briskly made his way to the Gryffindor table after having taken a frigid shower to calm his raging libido. Squeezing his slim body into his usual spot, Harry firmly wedged himself between Hermione and Ron. Risking a glance, Harry turned to peak at the faculty table. Snape was there, of course, sipping a cup of tea.

Huh. I never noticed how...sexy he looks when he eats. It's so... graceful? Maybe. Hot? Definitely.

Turning away abruptly, knowing that he had been staring, Harry shook his head and dug into his plate. After only a few moments he felt two sets of burning eyes upon him. Looking to his right, he saw Hermione staring at someone over his left shoulder. Rotating to see what had caught her eye, he saw Snape looking at him with an odd expression. The raven-haired man sneered in typical fashion once he realized that he was being observed then turned back to his eggs and toast.

"What going on with you and Snape," Hermione demanded as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice. Startled by her question, Harry spit his mouth full of orange liquid all over Seamus.

"OY" Seamus gasped, "watch it!"

"I..I'm so sorry Seamus. Really. I'm sorry," Harry stammered as he sloppily wiped off Seamus' robes.

"Don't avoid the question Harry," Hermione hissed. "You both are acting odd."

"Nothing is going on, " Harry insisted. "He hates me. I hate him. I have to have detention with him for the next four days. There's nothing more to it, " he smoothly countered.

"Fine don't tell me, but I'll find out. You know I will," she huffed as she grabbed her bags and stormed out of the hall.

"What was that about," Ron asked through a mouthful of waffles.

"Nothing. Hermione just being Hermione," Harry said before he turned back to his meal. Hermione was going to be a big problem soon. That girl didn't know when to stay out of other people's personal lives. He was going to have to be more careful, Harry thought as his mind drifted back to Snape. Things were really stating to get complicated.

Snape had been so blatant yesterday that it was a wonder no one else caught on….well 'Mione is trying too. Ugh!Harry chewed over as he stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth. The whole situation struck Harry as very, well, odd.

It...this..it's just not very Snape. I mean, Snape hates me. I hate him, yet... all the sex stuff. Why all of a sudden? He's had me in detention loads of times and nothing like this has ever happened before.

Yes, but you never saw him naked before Monday. Whispered a voice.

Yea. That's true. But...but he hates me. Doesn't he?

It's a very thing line you know.

Thin line?

Love. Hate. Either way they are passionate.

Turning to once more peek at Snape, he thought he caught the man staring at him again. The wheels in Harry's mind spun. Suddenly, he tapped into the side of him that was more Slytherin cunning that Gryffindor bravery.

Maybe I can use this whole situation to my advantage. Turn the tables somehow.

How do you think you are going to out maneuver someone like Snape?

I dunno. There has to be a way. Maybe I could offer myself up from the start? Maybe…..seduce him?

Right, that will work just fantastically.Sniggered the voice.

Oh stuff it. It might work.

Good luck with that mate.

With a half-formed plot brewing inside of his head, Harry dutifully resumed eating his breakfast.

At 8 o'clock sharp, Harry found himself sitting on the front desk in the potions room. He had decided to go on the offensive. Attack rather than defend. Though the little voice inside of his head thought the plan was absolutely bloody ridiculous, Harry had to try something. Either Snape and him would work out some sort of "arrangement" or they would go back to be strictly teacher and student.

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Sweet Thursday is in reference to a Johnny Mathis song.