A/N: So my electricity was out for the past three days, and school's been canceled, which gave me plenty of time to write up another chapter haha. At least something good came out of it right?? ((But it's been so cold!!) Oh gawd, thanks for all the reviews. I feel loved 3 Oh, and if you're wondering why this says "part two" and the last chapter said "part one", it's because the two are really connected together, and this should really just be seen as a continuation of the last chapter, but since it was getting long I had to separate them. And give them different titles because one title couldn't cover both haha.

"Discussions of Kinks and Imposter-ing" Pt 2

Whether Harry really wanted to stay with Snape or not suddenly became a non issue when he was confronted by his teacher's briefly visible hurt. For some very important reason, that he quite conveniently couldn't identify, eradicating all trace of the horrible emotion he had caused was immediately at the top of the list of priorities. Leaning forward in his chair, he swiftly ran words through his head, searching for the right thing to say.

"Er...well then. I dunno if I want to sign that then. At all. Could you imagine? Going the rest of my life without your snarky attitude, and without hearing you call me inept, stupid, bratty, incompetent, arrogant, impertinent, brainless, selfish, immature..."

Snape raised one immaculate eyebrow at him. Harry stopped ticking words off on his fingers and hurried to get back to his point.

"...and all those other things that don't really need to be repeated?" He hesitated, brushing black strands away from his eyes. "I reckon life would get pretty boring, you know?"

Well. He wasn't explaining this very well, if the bemused look on Snape's face was anything to go by. Harry bit his lip. How was he supposed to say this without it being mistaken for sarcasm? He reached a decision.

Harry snatched the parchment up off the Potion Master's desk, and, before Snape could react, ripped it jaggedly down the center. The man's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

"Potter...?"

"Boring was never really my style."

Later, he would find himself sitting beside the fireplace in Gryffindor Common Room, berating himself for destroying his only escape route. He'd sigh dramatically. He'd glare at first years as though they were the cause of all evil. He'd slash at his wrists with a sharpened quill until his whole hand fell off and then feed it to a thestral. But all that would come later. Right now his mind was focused solely upon the discreet feeling of happiness he could sense emitting from Snape.

Wait.

Sensed?

Now he was sensing the bloody git's emotions?? Scraps of parchment slipped from betwixt his fingers, fluttered to rest down by his feet. Oh Merlin. And he'd so been hoping this couldn't get any more weird. Why did these things always have to happen to him? Snape cleared his throat.

"Since it can at least be concluded that you are not completely repulsed, I think it best we move on to the next order of business for now."

Ah. Harry'd wondered when his punishment would come up. It was all good and well to have this discussion about Fatherhood and whatnot now instead of drawing the matter out, but really, couldn't he just have a glimpse of normality? Now was the time for it. Or so he thought.

"Before the Headmaster indulged his favored pastime of meddling into others' affairs, he mentioned something of a mission, yes?"

"Er, yeah, but he didn't say what it was."

"It didn't occur to you that it might be prudent to ask?"

Harry felt his cheeks heat up, but remained silent.

"I suppose not. That would have demanded thinking on your part, and—"

"Hey, I think!" The outburst flew from Harry's lips.

Snape lifted an eyebrow.

"Eurgh! One of these days I'm going to tie you up and take wax to those eyebrows of yours!"

The man's face furrowed for a second. Harry could tell the threat had been lost on him before he even opened his mouth to reply.

"I fail to see how your... wax kink... relates in any way to your thoughtless actions, and, even more, why you wish to involve my eyebrows of all things, in it."

The green-eyed teen felt his jaw drop as a furious blush spread from one side of his face to the other.

"My WHAT??!!" he all but bellowed at Snape.

The dark-eyed man regarded him calmly while answering.

"Your wax kink. That is what you were referring to, is it not?"

"It bloody well is not what I was referring to!"

"Language, Potter," Snape chided him. Harry continued on as if he hadn't heard.

"First, waxing is just this thing that Muggles do to remove hair. Second, even if I did have a wax kink, I'd sooner share it with Voldemort than you!"

Oh he'd gone and done it again hadn't he? Let his mouth go off and spout whatever it wanted to before his brain had a chance to catch up. A nearly imperceptible cringe ran through Snape, and Harry doubted it was entirely due to the fact he'd said "Voldemort". He sighed.

"I didn't mean that," he said quietly. A look of indifference appeared on Snape's face and turned his features icy, but Harry, still sensing the man's emotions, knew better. Faint waves of hurt were rolling off Snape, though he'd never say it.

"Look, I'd definitely tell you before I'd tell Voldemort okay?"

Then he remembered that Snape was a double-spy, so Voldemort would probably end up knowing anyway. The two would probably cozy up in front of a fire at Malfoy Manor while drinking Ogden's Finest and have a good laugh over it. After the hangover wore off, and they found their respective clothing items, they'd then search for a way to use it against him. Still, his conscience insisted, it was the principle of the matter.

"And, er, I'd probably tell you before I'd tell Ron and Hermione. Ron would most likely have a seizure if I tried to discuss sex with him, and Hermione'd run off to the library to research every person in history who's ever had the same kink, and then present me with a brochure defining everything I ever wanted, or didn't want, to know about it."

Harry could have sworn there was mirth dancing in those twin swirling black abysses before him, but thought better than to mention it. The part of his heart that had earlier connected to Snape, however, crowed silently with delight. He briefly wondered whether he could carve it out of him without affecting the rest of his body, or if it was an integrated part of him now.

"Be that as it may, we've strayed from our original discussion and it would be best to return to it, lest we find ourselves sitting here all night."

Oh right. Harry pondered how the topic had turned to sex, which gradually brought him back to the mission.

"So... uh,yeah. What is the mission?"

"This, Potter, is a search and destroy operation. Undisclosed sources have discovered an imposter, whom we are being sent to track down. Upon finding him, we shall call him on his charade, and then obliterate him."

Harry thought that sounded a tad bit harsh. Obliterate him? Without bringing him back to the Order for questioning anything? Geez. Still, at least it wasn't him. Which reminded him...

"So who is this guy, uh.... imposter-ing?"

Snape's lips curled, but he made no comment on Harry's word choice.

"Me."