Professor Snape was headed the the Headmaster's office. Albus had wanted to speak to him. Who knows waht i's about. Maybe another mission...

"Earwax" he said to the gargoyle, and it moved to let Snape though.

"Ah, there you are Severus. Please, sit down." Albus greeted him with a twinkle in his eye. Professor Snape took his seat.

"As I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Potter's grade in your class is unacceptable."

"Yes, I am aware of this." commented Professor Snape.

"Well, I suggest that Mr. Potter take Remedial Potions every Fiday and Saturday night at 8 o' clock. He needs good marks in Potions to become an Auror." Albus told Severus.

"Surely his foolishness in class will not be any different elsewhere. If he continues to daydream about God know what and fail to use the correct ingredients he will not pass my class." said Professor Snape.

"I will not argue the point with you. Mr. Potter needs to take Remedial Potions. He starts tonight. " he said, clearly this was a dismissal.

Snape scowled and stalked out of the Headmaster's office. He couldn't believe he had to spend extra time with the brat. He went back to his classroom to get ready for today's classes. And Potter would be in his first class, JUST what he needed. Snape was intent on making Potter's life pure hell if anything goes wrong again.

Harry was coming down from the dormitories when a first year ran up to him.

"From Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter." he said, and handed the note to Harry and ran off. Harry opened the note:

Dear Harry.

It has been brought to my attention that you are failing Potions. As a result, you will take Remedial Potions with Professor Snape every Friday and Saturday night. You start today.

Best of Luck,

Professor Dumbledore

"Oh no. No, no, no. This can't be possible. Dealing with Snape in class is hard enough." Harry murmured. His hands were shaking as he went over to Ron and Hermione.

"Harry, are you ok?" asked Hermione.

"I have to take Remedial Potions, and I start tonight. With Snape." he said with a blank face. His friends didn't know what to say. They headed off to their first class, Potions. Harry wondered if Snape knew yet.

Not that it was a bad thing, but what if Snape found out? Even worse, what if he rejected him? His thoughts of later tonight dissolved when Professor Snape burst through the door, his robes billowing around him. He walked to the front of the class and turned around dramatically.

"Oh God I love it when he does that." Harry thought.

"Today we will be making Veritaserum, since my stock has been low for some time. Directions are on the board." Professor Snape flicked his wand and word began to form on the front board. "Start now." he said as he collected the homework.

"Let's see...no paper from Mr. Potter. And Miss Granger, I said two feet, not twenty. Five points from Gryffindor." he sneered.

Harry rolled his eyes and began his potion, determined not to look at Snape. However, he could feel his professor glaring at him. Professor Snape got up and began to inspect the students, even though he could tell there were three potions that were probably already a waste of time. He started from across the room, giving Potter more time to make a mistake. He finally made it over towards Harry, who began to shake.

The man hated him, and he used to hate him. How can Snape make him feel this way? Professor Snape stopped behind Harry and watched as he cut the Spine of Lionfish. Harry could smell the sweet yet spicy scent of his professor, and his hand slipped and the knife cut deep into his finger.

"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed.

"Mr. Potter, I don't believe the potion called for blood of an idiot. Ten points from Gryffindor for your foolishness." Snape said, grabbing Harry's hand to heal the wound.

Secretly, Harry was enjoying the contact of their skin. Snape's hand are rather large and rough, yet gently take care of the task. Harry sighed quietly as Snape let go of his hand and walked towards Neville who was putting too much of one ingredient in his potion.

"Mr. Longbottom, it's two ounces of Dragon's Blood. If you put that much in the potion it will be ruined. Oh, and Mr. Potter," he turned towards Harry, "I expect better in Remedial Potions." Snape said, smirking. A few Slytherins snickered at the fact that Harry Potter couldn't even pass a class.

Harry groaned. Snape was making things worse.

Harry came down the stairs. He went to the dormitories early to try to relax. But he had a plan. Grabbing his bag from the chair where he had left it, he headed for the potrait hole.

"Err, good luck mate." Ron said. Hermione smiled at him, and he gave them both a small smile in return. He set off for the dungeons, he was at least five minutes early. Never be late to something involving Snape. Harry got to the classroom door at exactly eight, and knocked.

"Enter." a deep voice responded.

Harry opened the door to see Snape at his desk. He closed the door and set his bag on the desk closest to Snape's.

"You will make the Intelligence Draught. It will take you three hours, and then it will sit in my lab for the remaining six days. Begin." Snape said without even looking up. Harry got his supplies and began to work.

When Harry finished, he got nervous. His plan took a lot of guts that seemed to be turning to mush.

"I'm done, sir." Harry said. Snape looked up and saw that he was indeed done. He got up, inspected the potion, and looked at him.

"Well, you didn't manage to hurt yourself this time, Potter. You may go." he said as he walked back to his desk. But Harry didn't move. "Potter, if there's something you need tell me, otherwise get out." Snape said.

Harry walked up to Snape's desk, and Snape stood.

"Potter, if I have to throw you out I will. If you don't-"

Harry cut him off by putting his lips to Snape's in a brief kiss. He pulled back and Snape gave him a strange look before pulling him flush against him. The kiss was full of unexpected lust, and he could feel Snape's erection against his. They snogged for what seemed like hours before they had to pull away for air. They were both breathing heavily.

"I think you should leave now Mr. Potter." Snape told him.

Harry nodded, grabbed his bag and headed for the door. He stopped to look back at Snape, and left.

I bet he's still shocked. Harry thought with a grin. He climbed through the portrait hole to see Ron and Hermione still awake.

"Well?" they both asked. Harry just kept grinning.

"Bloody hell, Harry. Tell us!" Ron exclaimed.

"What's to tell?" he asked.

"Harry you're grinning like an idiot. Something must've happened." said Hermione.

"Yeah, yeah...I kissed him and he kissed back. I think I'm going to bed now. I've got Remedial Potions tomorrow night too. I just hope he really means it." he said as he headed up the stairs.

"Oi! You should mention a potion that resolves the problem of greasy hair, if he doesn't kill you then you'll know." Ron suggested, laughing.

Harry threw him a glare and went to get changed. As he lay in bed he thought of how much better he felt, and he fell asleep wondering what Snape thought about it.

Hey guys! I'm really sorry this took a while. I write everything down in a notebook first because I have limited time to a computer. If you can be patient enough I will get all my stories updated. I have many ideas and stories to come. Thanks everyone! Any suggestions and/or comments are greatly appreciated.