A/N: Thanks to those of you who have reviewed. It makes me happy to know you like the idea of this. And I'm sorry it took so long.

Warning: This will eventually contain male/male action, you've been warned.

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Harry POV

I was so nervous I hardly noticed where I was going. I was headed toward Double Potions with the Slytherins and the thought of having to be around Snape so much and pretend to hate him seemed impossible. I had almost moaned out loud in the great hall when he started eating ice cream and I was supposed to act normal for two hours with him literally breathing down my neck?

This would not be easy.

And, man, was this getting out of control. I'm Harry Potter after all. I'm expected to marry Ginny and have a big family of little red headed kidletts. I am most defiantly not expected to be uncontrollably attracted to Severus Snape, the most feared Potions Master Hogwarts has ever known. Especially since said Potions Master is an acclaimed Death Eater.

But then again, wasn't I doing enough of what everyone else told me to. Surely I was allowed to at least pick who I wanted to love.

Wait, love? Where did that come from? I didn't love Snape? Did I? No. Most definitely not.. . . . .

"Harry. Earth to Harry."

I snapped off my train of thought an looked around.

Ron and Hermione were staring at me and I realised we had reached the potions room.

"Oh, right. Sorry, I spaced out, " I said, hoping they wouldn't ask what I was thinking about.

Ron looked like he was about to, but Hermione interrupted saying that we needed to get inside or we would be late. I was never so happy to be on time for class. Even if it was Potions and I had to see Snape. I was just plane not ready to tell Ron.

Walking over to the far side of the room, making sure there were no meddlesome Slytherins around, I sat down and waited for the one person I wanted so much it hurt (in more ways than one) to walk through the door.

Snape POV

Holding my breath slightly, I prepared for what was ahead. Two hours with Harry Potter. Perfect.

If I was truthful with myself I knew that I couldn't wait to see him again. But the reasons that I wanted to see him so bad were certainly not one which could be expressed the middle of a class room. And that was the problem.

The urges.

The urge to walk up to him and plant my lips on his was getting stronger. And the urge to slide my fingers through that surely soft hair was painful. And the urge to run my hands all over his body was unbearable. And the urge to bend him over a desk and take him right then and there was almost uncontrollable. And the-

I cut that those thoughts off before I got lost in fantasies. Not to mention before the effect they were having on the lower part of my body became too visible.

It shouldn't even be possible for one boy (no he was a young man now) to be so hot and sexy, yet still be so innocent and pure. It didn't make sense. But nothing about him really did.

I walked through the door right before the bell sounded. And walked straight to the front of the class, trying not to look in his direction.

"Today you will be making The Draught of Abyss," I stated in monotone. Not in the mood to deal with clueless students. "It will take the whole class so do not waste time. Instructions are on the board like always. Begin."

Students immediately jumped up to gather ingredients and equipment and I made my way over to my desk, once again trying not to look at Harry.

I knew it was more than just attraction that had me so obsessed with him. It was deeper. There was just something about the boy. Something that I hadn't even see in James. This kind of shining light that only I could see. It makes me want to hold him and never let him go. It makes me want to make him so happy he never stops smiling. It makes me want to protect him and never let him feel pain ever again.

Love, said some voice inside of me and I no matter how much I had said it was wrong in the past. I couldn't lie anymore.

I loved Harry Potter. That thought alone made me shiver. Of course, it wasn't bad enough to be lusting after the one person I have the least chance of getting. Why not positively love him too, eh? That'll make everything just that much better!

I groaned quietly and knew that if I sat here much longer my own thoughts would rip me apart. So, getting up I decided to go around the room and take a look at everyone's poor attempts at the potion they were assigned.

Smirking, I made my way around the room. If there was one thing that would never change, it was the Gryffindors would always be horrible at potions.

All of a sudden I found myself coming up on the Gryffindor Golden Boy himself.

My first instinct was to turn around and walk away as fast as I could, but it was too late. If I turned around now it would look like I was avoiding him. Which I was, of course. But to hell if I was going to let anyone else know that.

Walking up to him quietly I looked at his potion, ignoring his stare. For the first time in a long time I was completely shocked. His potion was perfect. The perfect texture, the perfect consistency, and exactly the right shade of green. The same shade as his eyes. . . .

Realising he was waiting for me to critique him I looked up trying to think of a flaw. But, when I looked up he caught my eye and held my gaze. He was sweating slightly from bending over his steaming cauldron, his hair falling slightly in front of his eyes which were looking at me in determination, daring me to say something bad about him. I couldn't. . . I couldn't say anything. I could hardly think. Only one sentence was swimming around my mind.

I love you so much. . . . .

He tensed, his eyes widening, looking at me in disbelief. And right then I knew my mistake.

Oh my god. . . .I said that out loud!!! I thought panicking uncharacteristically.

"Er. . .what did you say. . . .professor?" He asked me cautiously and I did the only thing I could think of. I improvised.

"I said, you needn't use so much." I said coldly, gesturing to the beetles he had been crushing, "Honestly, Mr. Potter if you cannot pay attention to sincerely needed criticism you are even more helpless then I thought. Detention."

I walked back to my desk swiftly, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I had just invited the one person that drives me crazy to spend an entire detention. Alone. With myself. I had meant to yell at him to distract from what I had said, not to make my life even harder. . . This was just great.

Harry POV

I sat numbly after he walked away.

I knew exactly what he had said. I had heard him loud and clear. Asking 'what' was just a reflex from the shock.

And why wouldn't I be shocked. Severus Snape had just said he loved me. Not that he had intended me to hear it obviously. But he still had said it. I was sure of it.

But part of my brain needed more proof. Which was no problem. If Snape wanted to play word games, I felt forced to comply.

Scooping up some of my finished potion I started walking up to his desk. I was actually proud of this potion. It was perfect. This one, I had worked especially hard on. It wasn't actually that hard for me to be good at potions when there wasn't a snaky Slytherin dropping unwanted ingredients into my cauldron. Besides, I had focused all my consecration on what I was doing in my attempts to ignore Snape.

I set my potion filled flask on his desk and cleared my throat.

When he looked up at me he looked a little dishevelled and worried, but the look was gone in a second.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" He said with his usual smirk back in place, though it seemed to be missing its usual venom.

"What time is my detention, Sir?" I asked as normally as I could.

"8 o'clock, tonight." He said shortly, looking like he really just wanted me to leave. He would have no such luck.

I looked around casually to see if anyone was paying attention. But everyone was talking or still working. So I went on.

"Can I still touch your cock?" I asked innocently, biting my tongue to keep from laughing at the expression on his face.

"Wh-what was that?" He looked like he was having trouble breathing and just hearing the usually quick professor stutter almost made me lose my normal composure.

"I asked if I still had to knock," I said faking puzzlement. "When I come."

His eyes glazed over momentarily at the word 'come' and I had to bite my tongue again.

When he didn't respond I cleared my throat and looked at him pointedly. He was looking even less composed then he had and if I looked close enough I could almost say he was slightly flushed.

"Why wouldn't you?" He asked with what I assumed was supposed to be malice, but it was far from its usual standards.

"Because you'll blow until I'll come." I explained, now shaking with unshed laughter. Not that he would notice. He looked like he would pass out at any second.

Snape POV

Ooooooh god. Didn't he know what he was doing to me. Even if it wasn't on propose. He was killing me.

"Sir, are you okay? You don't look so good." Harry was looking down at me with concern.

I'm sure that to him I didn't look good. My breathing harsh and uneven, my face surely flush at least a little, and not to mention that I could hardly think straight. And, Salazar, was I thankful for the desk between us that was currently hiding my painfully hard erection.

"I'm fine," I said, trying to put my usually harsh mask back in place and slightly failing, "But what did you say?"

"I said that I wanted to know if I'd still have to knock because you'll know that I will come." He said innocently.

"Oh right of course," I said distracted. Then snapping out of it I answered, "You will knock as always Mr. Potter. Now get back to your seat."

I watched as he smiled beautifully and walked away.

Damn him. . . . .and that ass. . . .

Harry POV

It took all of my will power not to laugh the whole way back to my seat.

"What was that about?" Ron asked while eyeing Snape suspiciously.

"Nothing," I said quickly, "Just asking when my detention was."

Hermione gave me a knowing look that scared me to death but kept quiet. No doubt she would ask me about it later.

The fact that he had reacted so strongly to what I had said and that I didn't lose house points for asking for such a disrespectful request was proof enough for me. I didn't even need to take into account the way his eyes had dilated and glazed over. And the way his breathing had escalated out of control. And the way he had shifted his robes over his lap slightly.

Who knew teasing would be so much fun. But something in me knew that he would never actually do anything with me. I didn't know if it had to do with my father, Voldemort, the age difference, or something else entirely. Something just told me I was the one who had to convince him to come and get me.

However, I wasn't about to just walk up and say 'Here I am! Take me!' Oh no. I was going to make this fun. For me at least. I'm going to make him want me so bad he couldn't take it.

Oh yes. This would be very fun.

I was going to seduce Severus Snape.

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