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The weekend was over bringing with it the start of another week. A week Harry was excited to start. Never in all his life did he want the weekend to go faster so he could get to Monday. And it was finally here. Hermione and Ron finally made up after some convincing from Harry. Everyone was being civil to each other. They all sat at the Gryffindor table eating in companionable silence. Harry was spacing out when he felt a lick of fire on his back. He looked around trying to find who was staring at him. Ron coughed and pointed to the Professor's table. Harry followed his finger, finding Snape to be the culprit. Snape gazed at him openly from the Teacher's Table. He lifted his head, catching burning black eyes that sent desire shooting through his veins.
"I've never seen Snape look so hungrily at anything," Hermione commented. Harry nearly fell out of his seat, he gripped the table to keep himself glued to the bench.
"Hermione." His emerald eyes switched from lust filled eyes to Hermione's soft brown ones.
"What?" She looked up from her food and smiled. "It's true. Have you ever seen someone want someone more?"
Harry turned his head to Ron, who turned beet red, he didn't say anything. Over the weekend Harry finally got the chance to tell them what happened. Hermione was delighted while Ron was less enthusiastic, but kept his mouth shut. It might have helped that she elbowed him when he tried to say something. Ron opened his mouth, but Hermione proceeded to do what she did when Ron was about to say something nobody wanted to hear. She elbowed him. "Owe," Ron complained, rubbing his sore side. Harry hid a grin behind his pumpkin juice. His eyes wondered back to a pair that continued to stare at him. His mouth went dry despite the fact that he just drank half of his cup.
"Would you please stop elbowing me in the side? That's all you've done for the past few days," Ron said through a mouth full of food.
Hermione raised a brow. "No. You deserved it every time I did it." She smiled when Ron laid his head on the table in defeat. "Now what are you going to do this evening with Snape?" Hermione turned all her focus on Harry. Ron stayed down, turning a listening ear when Hermione brought Snape up.
"I don't know," he sputtered, more nervous than ever especially with Snape still staring at him. Harry found himself captured with in his Profesor's black depths more than once this morning. He tried to stop before someone caught him. It was too hard. He had to look at Snape.
"Do you really have to go?" Ron asked, arms held tightly at his sides. Not wanting to be elbowed by Hermione again.
Harry tore his eyes from Snape with great reluctance. "Yes, why do you ask?" Harry knew that Ron wasn't exactly comfortable with the whole situation, but why did he have to keep questioning it? Harry didn't want to question it anymore. He was giving in to the feeling and that was it.
Ron eyes met him with a level stare. "Don't worry I'm not saying anything against it. I'm just wondering why can't he come to you in some way. There has to be somewhere you can meet without having it look like a detention every time."
"Hmmm… that's an interesting point." Hermione pointed her spoon at Harry. "You should ask if you could go to his personal quarters." Harry's pulsed raced at the thought of being alone in Snape's rooms. It sent blood straight to his face with the image it conjured up. He didn't dare peek at Snape, the moment the older man saw him Harry knew he would know what he was thinking. Not that it was much of a secret at this moment in time. Harry gripped the table tightly, trying to calm his breathing and flaming face.
"Do you want me to be hexed?" Harry asked through clenched teeth.
"Of course not, but you need to meet somewhere with more privacy and what's more private than Snape's own rooms." Hermione made a very good point. She almost convinced Harry except she didn't get rid of the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. The thought of being alone with Snape in such an intimate setting was intoxicating it sent blood to certain parts of his body that clearly shouldn't be awake at this early in the morning. Harry sent his thoughts in other directions. Now was not the time to be thinking of such things. He squirmed in his seat feeling uncomfortable heat pool his stomach. Whoa definitely had to get rid of all thoughts.
Harry stood up abruptly and mumbled to Hermione and Ron about needing to get something from his dorm. He was thankful his robes covered everything that was happening below them. He kept his eyes downcast as he practically ran out of the Great Hall. He ran and ran until his feet ached. He didn't know where he ended up. Finally glancing around at his surroundings he found that he was in the dungeons. Damn it! He was trying to get away from things that reminded him of Snape. I guess my body knows what it wants when it wants it. Harry scrubbed his face with his hands and slid down the cool stone wall. Relishing in the stone that stole his body heat. It was nice not to be overwhelmed with heat. His body relaxed against the wall. He was near his potion class. Good thing potions was his first class today. Leaning his head against the wall Harry closed his eye listening to the faint sounds of people moving about the castle. The familiar sounds calmed his body and didn't feel the heat in his belly anymore which was a relief, like he really needed to be showcasing his want for his teacher in such a way.
"Mr. Potter the hall is not for you to be taking a nap in. Now if you would kindly move so I could get to my class to start the days lesson." Snape's voice washed over Harry soothing him and sending a shiver up his spine. The things that voice did to him. He shook his head, stood and leaned further against the wall allowing Snape to pass. He didn't even peek through his lashes to see Snape.
He felt a lingering heat against his side, drowning him in a sensation of need and want. Dear Merlin he wanted to smash Snape against the wall until his lips were swollen. Harry didn't move a muscle. The earthy scent that was Snape engulfed him. Harry's head snapped up, black eyes swallowed him up. "You're not moving Mr. Potter."
"I already moved Sir." Harry's body quaked with need as Snape pressed him further into the wall.
"Move into my office so we can continue where we left off this past weekend," Snape whispered next to Harry's ear. Harry's knees nearly buckled at the request. He did as was commanded. He needed Snape now. He followed Snape into his office and the door closed behind him giving him his much needed time with his beloved Professor.