So I decided to add some Harry/Snape love :) woo.

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Harry hurried to the library so that he could look up the ingredients to a… muggle food called cheesecake. He promised Hermione he would read it… three freaking months ago. She asked him to bake it for her birthday. Her birthday was coming up and he still hasn't looked at a recipe book yet. He didn't even know how the damn thing looked. He was going to look for it today but that Anti-Magic shit messed everything up.

He entered the massive library he actually missed. "Accio recipe books." Suddenly books came flying to him. "Ow, shit!" One hit him across his forehead and another hit his stomach. After all recipe books were done flying, he searched through the pile. He knew he wasn't going to find any muggle books. Hogwarts was a nonmuggle school after all. Despite that, he continued searching; he searched through Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes and Butterbeer—nothing related to cheesecake. He didn't know how long it was until he finally gave up. He did a quick spell to place the books back where they belonged and exited the library.

Harry sighed. He would ask someone for it. Maybe, Luna. He was nearing the Gryffindor common room when Snape appeared out of nowhere. Fuck, are you kidding me? Harry thought.

"Always breaking the rules aren't you Potter?"

"No sir," Harry muttered.

"Why aren't you in Gryffindor tower?"

"I had to do something important, sir."

"Detention, Potter. Now."

"What? It's our first day back. Give me a break!" Harry pleaded.

"Follow me." Snape commanded. Harry sucked his teeth. He thought about disobeying him but dismissed the thoughts. He would have to endure severe consequences if his frustration controlled his actions.

Snape led him to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room and sat behind the desk. He pointed with his quill to a desk which Harry obediently went to go sit. It was silent for a while until Harry broke it. "Sooo… you teach this class again?"

"Mmhmm."

There was another awkward silence besides Harry's impatient leg shaking. "How long am I to stay in here, professor?"

"However long I want you to, Potter. Enough with the questions." Harry sighed and laid his head against his fist. He looked out the windows, angered but became slightly calmed when he saw the flakes falling onto the snow-covered ground. He really did miss the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts. Though he knew he would get tired of it quickly with asshole professors like Snape, he was glad that they were all forced to come back. He had something to thank the Anti-Magic group for because without them, he probably wouldn't have had the time to come back.

He then glanced at Snape who was busy writing something down. He cut his hair shorter and his hair didn't look all that greasy anymore. He also looked like he lost weight. He looked exhausted too. Harry wondered why Snape would go through all the trouble of punishing him when he looked like he just wanted to go to sleep.

Harry didn't realize he was staring until Snape looked up at him. Merlin, save him; he looked… sort of hot he had to admit. "I know I'm a rare species of beauty but it's rude to stare,"Snape said, which snapped him out of his betraying thoughts.

"Haha…" Harry scoffed. So he grew a sense of humor too? Hmm…Harry dismissed all thoughts of him and stared at the clock. It felt like an hour passed, though five minutes actually did. Harry dropped his head onto his palms. He didn't know how his younger self dealt with this kind of torture. Fuck, Harry cursed. It was too quiet. He combed his fingers through his hair suppressing the urge to pull tufts of it out. He suddenly had needs he wanted Hermione to attend to. He needed to sneak into Hermione's room like he used to when they first realized they had a liking towards each other.

"I can't stay here. I need to go, professor."

Snape didn't miss a beat. "You'll do as I say." Harry rose.

"Sorry." He walked towards the door as Snape swiftly shoved him into the wall. Strangely, he smelled like pumpkin pasties.

Harry gasped in surprise and noticed immediately that their lips were inches apart. Harry didn't know why but his breath hitched and his heartbeat accelerated. Snape's arms were pushed against his shoulders and Harry reflexively gripped his biceps and looked into his eyes. He was very aware of Snape's muscularity.

He looked down at his lips and wondered how they tasted. He wanted to bruise them, bite them. He unknowingly moved closer with parted lips.

Snape opened his mouth to say something but the words died as soon as Harry moved closer to him.

Snape didn't know what came over him but he couldn't hold back anymore. He pressed his lips hard against Harry's, forcing him to hit his head against the wall. Snape gripped Harry's wrists and pinned them against the wall. Harry hesitated before deepening the kiss. Their tongues thrashed against each other, as Harry's center felt like it was on fire. He struggled to touch his professor though he wouldn't let him. Harry bit his lip in frustration as Snape sounded his approval.

He stuck his tongue into Harry's mouth as Harry sucked on it hard. Merlin, that's exactly what he wanted to do to Harry… elsewhere. He released his student's hands roaming lower as he reached Harry's firm ass and squeezed it.

Harry moaned and bit his professor's bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around the older man's thick neck leaning into him. Snape could feel Harry's erection quickly rising as he brushed his hand over his crotch. Harry hesitated, breaking the kiss. Snape continued making trails of kisses down his cheeks and eventually towards his neck. "Wait…" Harry breathed with semi-closed eyes. He gripped on to Snape tighter as his professor began sucking on his neck. "Oh…" Harry groaned. Wait… No, No! This is Snape—my fucking professor! What am I doing?

Harry immediately pulled back, almost tumbling to the ground if Snape hadn't caught his arm. Harry's face was as red as a tomato, but what made him feel better was that so was Snape's. They avoided looking at each other.

Harry slowly backed away from him, having no clue what to say. His body clearly liked his professor's touches even though his mind was disgusted… or was it? He sat down at his original seat and crossed his legs to cover his embarrassment as Snape went to sit in his desk.

Harry touched his lips and sucked in his bottom lip. Fuck, he didn't want to admit it, but yes, he really wanted to kiss Snape again. The teacher he hated the most… or did hate. Now the teacher he apparently wanted to fuck.

No, no, he knew the reason why he was so horny. He needed Hermione. He was complaining about his needs right before that little incident occurred. Harry tapped his finger against his chin, driving himself crazy from his thoughts.

Harry slowly looked up at Snape who was still scribbling like he didn't just leave him a hickey. How was he going to explain that to Hermione first of all? Second of all, were they just going to pretend nothing happened? He guessed that would be a good thing… but what if he wanted to do it… again? Shut up! He just needed to leave, to get the hell out of this whole mess.

"Professor, may I go?"

Without looking up he said, "You are dismissed."