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Hermione gently nudged Harry to get him going down to the dungeons. He gave Hermione and Ron a weak smile as he let his feet guide him. He swallowed heavily as he got closer to his potions class. The only sounds he heard were his feet padding along the stone. He wanted to turn around so badly it nearly hurt by the time he reached Snape's office door. He lifted his hand to knock, the door opened on its own. "I see, now you try and fulfill your obligations. Thank you so much Mr. Potter for gracing me with your presence." Snape sneered at Harry, his nostrils flared and his upper lip curled at the sight. He was used to that look. He could handle being treated like the snot-nosed brat Snape thought him to be. He exhaled a long deep breath in relief. For now he was fine with doing his time in detention.
Harry glanced up at Snape and found his gaze lingering on him. Harry's cheeks flamed up and his heart jumped in his throat, it scared him so badly.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar; the normally cool dungeons were suddenly becoming very hot. "Um, Professor what would you like me to do?" Even though he already knew what he had to do. Harry wanted to hear Snape talk more. He liked the way his silky voice washed over him in a soothing manner. Although most of the time it was Snape yelling at him. He would take it.
Snape's brow arched, he walked around his desk, took a seat, and set his elbows on the table and folded his hands. "First Mr. Potter I'm taking five points away from Gryffindor for running away from me this afternoon when I told you to come to my office after class." He received a glare for that one. In hindsight that probably wasn't the best move for him to make. "Since you think your time is too precious to give away I'm going to take more of it away. Instead of going to Hogsmeade this weekend you'll spend all of your Saturday here restocking potion ingredients." Harry's stomach dropped to his feet, the floor fell beneath him and he felt his breathing come out in short spurts. He was going to be alone with Snape for all of Saturday? It was a blessing and a curse. He wanted to spend time with Snape so badly; on the other hand he didn't want something to happen that he couldn't take back. He knew Hermione was right. There was no point in assuming, but it was hard to change his thinking so fast. "Mr. Potter please pay attention. Now get back to working on the cauldrons." Snape waved his hand dismissing Harry. He stayed rooted to his spot.
Snape bent over some paper work, he looked through greased bangs at Harry. "Yes?" he sighed exasperated. Snape ran a hand over his face and through his hair. Harry seemed to be getting on his nerves more and more.
Harry turned on his heel and went in his potions class. He didn't want to cause the man stress. He would leave well enough alone. Harry sat down next to the biggest cauldron dutifully cleaning it out. That's the way it worked for the next two days he went down to the dungeons, saw Snape, who normally only nodded at him now, then went about to doing his work. Nothing more was said. It made Harry's insides hurt that Snape didn't even bother to talk to him now. I guess this is what I get for running away from this problem.
It was finally Friday night. The anticipation for Saturday was almost too much for him to take. He bounced on the couch while Hermione read and Ron was on the floor flat on his stomach trying to do homework, but secretly sleeping.
"Excited?" Hermione asked, she put down her book and looked at Harry. Ron's head snapped up and he yawned.
"Excited about what?" Ron sat up, raised his arms over his head and stretched. Hermione shook her head at him, but kept silent about him falling asleep while doing homework.
"Tomorrow," Harry grinned, his stomach did flip flops.
"Oh, you get to be with Snape." Hermione gave him a gentle smile.
"I never knew anyone could get so excited about detention." Ron leaned against the couch next to Hermione obviously not seeing what was so amazing about the upcoming day
"Well then you should head off to bed to get there at seven," Hermione said getting up from the couch followed by a reluctant Ron.
Harry and Ron said there goodnights to Hermione. They went up to their own dorm and sleep came right away for Ron at least. Harry heard him mumble something in his slumber about spiders.
Harry stared at his curtains for a while before turning on his back and staring at the ceiling. He finally drifted away in a dreamless sleep. He shot up wide awake a few hours later. He looked at the clock he set next to his bed to make sure he woke up. It read six. Harry fell back down on his bed. He was so tired. He barely slept and then he awakened thirty minutes early. He shrugged and decided to take a quick shower.
With his shower out of the way Harry tried to decide what to wear. He opted for his favorite pair of old jeans. Might as well be comfortable while he was working today. Harry pulled on his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. He still had fifteen minutes to spare.
His nerves started to get the best of him as he started walking to the dungeons he was barely out of his dorm when his heart thumped against his chest so loud he knew the whole castle heard it. There was nothing to worry about. Snape didn't even say two words to him the last two days. What makes me think it will be different? In truth he wanted it to be different. Something had to be different. Harry would take Snape saying hello to him at least it might alleviate the pain in his heart.
Harry was right on time, he didn't bother to knock he walked through the door to find Snape absent from his office. His desk was neatly organized with two stacks of papers with red marks scattered all over them. He already knew his paper was decorated with many lovely red marks. He passed by the desk and discovered Snape standing by a pile of ingredients. To his surprise there really wasn't that many. He hoped it would be a longer job.
"Everything is labeled and in alphabetical order. I trust you will not need more instruction." Snape looked up from the ingredients.
Harry nodded. He went to the little closet area where all the ingredients were held. Snape stalked off to his office without another word. Harry found skins, scales, eyes, plants, dried herbs, feathers, hairs, and much more that needed to be put away. He worked diligently for the next four hours. It was taking him longer than he anticipated. At one point he was sure something in a little black box was going to bite off his finger. The fresher the better, Harry thought.
He hummed while he worked trying to dispel the silence that fell over the entire class room. He peeked out of his little area a few times to see Snape gone from his office. His lower lip jutted out a bit without him realizing it. It was just another detention. Harry put away the last of the dragon scales and turned to leave to bump in to Snape's chest. His eyes fixed on the numerous shelves that lined the wall. Snape gave a slight nod of approval.
Harry's cheeks turned crimson, he didn't bother to step back and Snape didn't push him away. The heat was overwhelming after a few seconds. The world whirled around him in dizzying colors. It was like he was looking at a rainbow that wouldn't stop swirling around him. He took a small step back to allow himself a chance to catch his breathe.
"You're dangerous," Snape said stepping closer to Harry. His eyes popped out of there sockets.
"Huh?" Harry couldn't utter any other word. They were stuck in his throat. He was too busy backing up. His back hit the shelves. Glass rattled and jingled. It didn't matter if anything fell at that moment he had bigger worries.
"You make me want you," Snape whispered hotly against Harry's lips. Soft lips connected to Harry's and he didn't care about anything any more. His body flooded with warm sensations and that's all that mattered.