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Harry clutched at his heart to make sure it was still beating, it beat hard against his hand, hot tears stung his eyes as he looked at Snape's back. Potion's was becoming the toughest class he had ever been in. Hermione kept glancing at him, but he couldn't pay attention to what he was happening around him or what he was doing. He thought being rejected might be all right if he knew the reasoning behind it. It only made everything more confusing. He put his head down when Snape walked by, he didn't even receive a glare. He was used to feeling the burning gaze of his cold professor, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, and it tore at his heart.
"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked her brow wrinkling in worry. He sunk in his seat and laid his head on the cold black table. His cheek grew chilled as he just kept it there. What was the point in doing anything if he wasn't even going to receive a reprimand? "Harry?" Hermione shook his shoulder gently.
He lifted his head and gazed at her with unfocused eyes. "What happened?" Hermione asked quietly. She briefly checked her potion then ran back to his side. Ron was too focused on chopping his newt to notice what his best friend was going through.
Harry slumped back down on the desk. He angled his head to look at Snape, he was back at his desk, he appeared to be grading. Harry looked back at Hermione, closed his eyes tightly making the stinging tears disappear. He didn't need to be caught crying in class even a sniffle would give him away. He needed to lock up all his emotions in his heart and bury them in the deepest parts of his heart and move on. It was too hard to do. That's what he needed to do. What he wanted to do was figure out what was going on and see if he could somehow work his way into Snape's heart. Something that no one he knew had been able to do.
"He rejected me," Harry said as he lifted his head when he felt all his emotion recede a bit. They were still raw and exposed on the surface, he was able to control them a little better.
"Why?" Hermione began stirring her potion counter clockwise, all the while paying attention to him.
Harry picked up his knife and started chopping his newt. "He said it's because I am my mother's son." He breathed in sharply when the pain of the words hit his heart.
"What does that mean?" Hermione wrinkled her nose as she continued stirring. They made sure to keep there voices low as Snape rose from his seat and started circling around the room. Harry's back stiffened as he felt Snape walk pass him, not paying him any heed, gooseflesh ran across his skin as he was enveloped in a very well known warmth that only belong to Snape. His heart pounded in his ears and his palms became sweaty. He almost lost the grip on his knife a time or two. It lasted only for a brief moment, he knew it was him. Harry peeked over his shoulder and found Snape criticizing Ron's potion. He didn't bother to look at Harry's, he ignored him. But if Snape's trying to ignore me why was he so close? I wonder if he's trying to mess with me.
Harry stared at his Professor's back for a moment, trying to understand the man in front of him. He wasn't able to. Nothing about this whole situation made sense to him. Sometimes he wondered why he loved Snape as much as he did. It made no sense. In the beginning he hated him with his entire being. Everything the man did made him furious. Then one day it all began to change. The way Snape walked caught his eye. The billowing robes, the steady calm gait that got him to where wanted to quickly without ever losing his cool. The way his long elegant fingers treated every potion ingredient with such care that no living being was allowed to experience drew Harry to him. It began with small things then escalated with the years. Harry somehow fell head over heels for his once hated professor. And in one moment all his dreams, desires, need, and want were thrown away with one sentence.
Harry bit his lip hard as he cut his newt, but instead of hitting the newt he cut his index finger. He watched in fascination as his crimson blood covered the already chopped newt and covered his hand.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed. Her voiced echoed off the walls and the whole class looked to see what was going on.
"What happened?" Hermione and Ron asked in unison.
"I don't know," Harry said dazedly as he continued to stare at his blood. The sight was mesmerizing. The wound didn't seem that big or deep, even so a lot of blood covered him.
"Honestly, Mr. Potter you cannot even slice such a simple ingredient," Snape asked behind. Harry's hair stood on end when he felt the wonderful warmth radiating off him. His silky voice sent his head reeling. He was speaking to him. Harry felt his knees grow weaker when he finally realized that Snape was speaking to him. He gripped the counter top and turned slowly.
Cold hard eyes stared at him then moved to his wounded hand. If Harry didn't know any better he would say that Snape's eyes softened the tiniest bit. Of course that must be all in his head. Harry shook his head and looked at his hand. He really did a number on himself.
"Don't stand there all day, come on." Snape grasped his blood free hand. The moment their hands touched an electric shot through them. Snape glanced down at their hands for a moment, his eyes widened for a second before looking straight on leading Harry to his office. Harry was sent over the edge and his knees gave way, Snape caught him in the briefest of hugs. Harry clung to Snape's arms which felt surprisingly strong through his heavily robed body. Harry experienced pure euphoria. His heart pounded against his chest like a caged bird trying to escape. Butterflies filled his stomach to the brim. His knees became weaker and all thoughts about his throbbing hand were thrown out the window. Snape was holding him! And Snape wasn't letting go. Harry dared a glance and found Snape looking at him in wonder. His eyes narrowed, he seemed to be examining Harry like he was a puzzle he was trying to figure out, but couldn't put all the pieces together. When Snape met Harry's eyes he turned his head sharply, greasy black shielding his face. Harry wanted to reach out a hand to move the hair, but thought better of it. Snape released him much to Harry's disappointment. Cold air washed over him when Snape left his side.
"Your hand is not going to heal itself if you just stand there." Snape had his back to Harry as Harry walked over the threshold in to the office he was denied access to earlier in the day. The walls were lined with volumes upon volumes of books. Snape stood by a large wooden desk that looked like it had seen better days. The wood lacked a certain shine, was scuffed and scratched, it fit. It was used and flaunted for that use. Harry smiled to himself. He was finally with Snape and had his attention. Even if it didn't last it was enough for now.
"Come here Mr. Potter." Harry shivered with pleasure when Snape said his name; he shook off the feeling when he was met with a glare to hurry up.
Snape held out his hand and Harry laid his hand in it. Snape's hand was big compared to his, it was rough and warm. Harry tried to control himself with being in such close proximity to the one he loved. He breathed in deeply catching the sent of earth and something else he couldn't identify. It was Snape's distinctive scent and he committed it memory. His hand tingled as Snape turned it over and waved his wand over it. He whispered something under his breath, Harry watched in awe as his skin knitted itself together and the blood disappeared. Snape let his hand go and Harry examined it. It didn't even leave a scar.
"Get back to work Mr. Potter," Snape said his back once again facing Harry.
"But Professor…," Harry was about to bring this morning up again, he steeled himself. "Thank you for treating my wound."
Snape gave him a curt nod. Harry ran out of the room before he did something that would make everything that just happened disappear. Harry walked back to his work station. Hermione and Ron showered him with attention. He gave Hermione a wide smile. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled at him. This was only the beginning. Harry was going to break Snape's icy mask no matter what.