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Tentatively Snape cupped Harry's face, the pressure on his lips lightened, making the kiss tender. Harry took to the kiss like a bird to flight. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. His eye's fluttered open, the need to see Snape was great, to make sure this was really happening. In front of him was indeed Snape, the sight of him quickened Harry's pulse, electricity ran through his veins, his body tingled with anticipation. Anticipation for what he wasn't sure, but he was looking forward to finding out.
"Severus, my dear boy are you here?" Dumbledore's floated through the classroom, rattling Harry and Snape. To Harry's surprise, Snape didn't pull away quickly, instead looked down at Harry, pupils dilated; they read 'stay put.' Harry would have done anything Snape asked him to do in that moment. The older man traced Harry's jaw line, fire flare in him with the simple touch. Elegant fingers slid from his jaw and reached for a small vial of bone white liquid behind him.
Harry attempted to ask a question Snape silenced him with the touch of a slender finger pressed against his lips.
"I have your potion here," Snape said his robes moving out of sight. Sweat beaded on Harry's forehead, he wiped at it with the back of his wrist, clothes sticking to his body like he had just run a mile. If Dumbledore caught them he didn't know what he would do. He inhaled deeply taking in the familiar smells of his potions classroom that mingled with Snape's enticing scent.
"Thank you. My old bones are not what they used to be. I'll be off then," Dumbledore said. Harry kept his back against the shelves slowly inching closer to the door. He caught a glimpse of Dumbledore scanning the room. A small smile played on his lips as his eyes scanned over the potions area. He ducked back in heart thundering in his ears canceling out the farewells Snape and the Headmaster shared. Harry had an odd feeling Dumbledore knew everything, but chose not say anything. He was grateful, but baffled at the same time. Why the Headmaster wouldn't say anything he didn't know. He held on to hope it would stay that way.
Snape glided back in, eyes pinning Harry to the floor. "You are done for the day Mr. Potter." Snape backed out of the small area leaving Harry very confused. He ran a hand through his hair mussing it up even more.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
Snape turned around facing Harry. Face devoid of all emotion, making Harry wonder if anything really happened a few minutes before.
Snape put a hand against his temple, eyes closed. "Potter it will be very hard for me to keep my hands to myself if you continue to stand there looking bewildered."
Harry's mind raced. His heart fluttered in his chest. Did Snape really just say that? As if answering his thoughts Snape said, "Yes, Potter you heard correctly. I meant what I said earlier. You're very dangerous. So you better leave before more happens."
Harry smiled brightly. "Does that mean more can happen?"
Snape had been about to turn, his attention snapped back to Harry. "I do not think that would be wise…" Harry's shoulders slumped, smile vanishing. "But I obviously can not control my actions." Harry's eyes widened.
"What are you saying?"
"I can not seem to escape you and you will not leave me alone. So let us just say you should come down here Monday evening for another detention." Harry was about to protest, Snape's lips stalled all his words. The kiss was quick and chaste and it left Harry breathless. It was enough for him to know Snape had no intention of making him serve detention. "Understand?"
Harry nodded numbly, mechanically walking out of the classroom. His body still tingled all over as he made his way out of the dungeons. The usual chill he felt no longer there, replaced with a new love for the dungeons and its cold occupant.
Harry spent the rest of the day sketching on a parchment. Nothing else caught his focus. He twirled and swirled the quill around the paper. His thoughts revolving around his beloved Potions Professor. He kicked his feet up on the low table in front of him, using his Transfigurations book as a hard surface to draw on. The fire warmed him as the light from the windows died down. He waited patiently for his two best friends to come back from Hogsmeade. He had so much to tell them.
Snape kissed him again. Harry lightly touched his lips, the memory of Snape's lips still fresh on them. He still couldn't believe it, but he was going to go see Snape again on the other mans request. Although Snape said he had detention the other man had something else in mind. Harry didn't care what it was as long as he got to spend to him with Snape. The portrait swung open, students trickled in, and one in particular caught his eye. Brown curly hair danced in his vision as Hermione ran over to him, face red. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her mouth a thin line, Ron trailed after her, head hung low.
Harry's news would have to wait. "What happened?" He set his book and parchment on the table. He scooted over letting Hermione sit next to him. She looked up at Ron, he took a step back, and another, he huffed leaving them alone.
"Ron is horrible," Hermione stated. Hands tightly wrapped together in her lap. Harry took her hands in his.
"Why is he horrible?" He asked softly.
"I caught him flirting with a Hufflepuff girl and he keeps denying it. I saw the way she was looking at him. And he says that he was telling her about Quidditch because she had asked him."
Harry wanted to laugh. No matter how much they loved each they still got in fights. That was part of them he guessed. He quelled his laughter, not wanting to upset her more. Hermione could give sound advice; it was different when it came to her own relationship. "Then doesn't it stand to reason that Ron was just telling her about Quidditch. He probably didn't even pick up that she was flirting with him. Look how long it took him to realize he loved you and you dropped hints every chance you got."
Hermione looked scandalized. "I did not."
Harry nodded. "Yes you did. Now go up and talk to him before his ears match his hair."
"Fine, but he has to learn to be more observant. It was so obvious she liked him." Hermione stood, hugged Harry and walked up to the boy's dormitory.
He grabbed his parchment deciding it would be a good time to do some homework. Hermione and Ron needed privacy and he needed to finish his potions paper.