A/N: Okay yeah it's been a really long time. Sorry. I'm really tired though and don't have the energy to make an excuse.

I didn't even have the energy to proof read this, so if there are any major mistakes I'm sorry. Actually I recently reread the other chapters and there are a lot of mistakes it those. I'm surprised no one said anything. lol

I really didn't have any idea were this was going until right before I wrote it. So, sorry if this isn't up to my usual standards. Also, I switched back and forth between POV's a lot. I hope that doesn't ruin the flow of the story.

Mention: Another thanks to yummytimelord. This chapter was largely inspired by you. Not to mention I love your reviews. Your hyper run on sentences make me laugh. :D

Another Mention: And a mention to Arfa who begged so nicely and gave me the motivation to get up off my ass and write this. lol

Harry POV

I stumbled as Ron pushed me from behind. "Hurry up Harry. I'm starving."

"Ugh, I'm just so tired," I said while picking up the pace. "Why can't breakfast be later in the day?"

"They have that, " Hermione said. "It's called lunch."

I glared at her but she just laughed and continued. "Why are you so tired anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep last night." I lied. The truth was that the memory of the last detention with Snape and the promise of another today, had led to a all-night wank marathon.

"Well you better wake up," Ron said excitedly. "If you want to have enough energy for the game that is."

That got my attention. "What game?"

Ron stopped and stared at me. "What game? The Quidditch game! The Quidditch game against Ravenclaw! The Quidditch game against Ravenclaw that's today!!"

I stared back at him. There wasn't a game today. Was there? No. The next Quidditch match was on Saturday. Today was . . . . Shit.

"Oh my god. I completely forgot." I said, but when I saw the look of panic on Ron's face I continued. "But I'm totally ready. I mean it's just Ravenclaw, right? They have a way to go before they're a real threat to us."

I watched him relax before saying, "Yeah. Yeah you're right."

*'`{HPSS}`'*

"Hey, what's that?"

I looked up just in time to see a letter fall in front of me. Frowning, I opened it and read:

The remainder of your detention will start exactly 30 minuets after the snitch is caught.

~ SS

"Well that was direct."

Snape POV

I sat in the teachers section of the bleachers wondering why I was there. Slytherin wasn't part of this game. There was no real reason for me to watch. Except one. Potter. I hadn't stopped thinking about him since he had left his detention the night before. I was still trying to decide if I had really seen him aroused or if it had just been my imagination being hopeful. I hadn't slept all night and I doubted that seeing him in his Quidditch leathers was going to help at this point. But it wasn't like it could make it worse.

As I watched him walk onto the field I realized I was wrong. It could get a lot worse. His super lightweight breastplate and padding were magicaly sized to fit him perfectly, accenting the shape of his chest and thin waist. Tight leather pants hugged his legs and showed off his ass. I could tell that even if he hadn't been born to play Quidditch, he had definitely been born to wear the uniform.

He flew through the air with grace and I watched him come closer as he did his rounds, looking for the snitch. His eyes glanced in my direction as he searched and I saw genuine surprise on his face. Before it could last long however, he smirked at me and flew on.

I shivered as a tingling sensation ran down my spine and groaned quietly to myself as I realized I was hard. Looking around to make sure no one had noticed I went back to watching Harry, finding him just in time to see him move in an innocent, yet quite suggestive, way against the handle of his broom. I swore quietly as I felt myself twitch in the tight confines of my pants.

You've got to be kidding, I thought. I need to get a hold of myself before I end up coming in my pants like a fucking third year.

All of a sudden yells erupted from the stands and I looked out to see all the players heading toward the ground. I was surprised to see the Gryffindors looking shocked, yet happy, but at the moment I didn't really care. I was just thanking Salazar it was over. I waited for the crowd to thin before I tried to make my way back to the castle where I would wait for the most anticipated detention of my life.

Harry POV

I stood in the quidditch locker room and listened to yet another team member warn me that I had to be more careful in the next game. I was trying to get ready for my detention with Snape. Only ten more minuets before I reached the 45 minuet mark. If people would have stopped lecturing me I could have been there already.

Okay, so maybe I deserved it. I had missed the snitch after all. But we had still won the game. Couldn't they have just let it go this once. I would have been just fine if Snape hadn't come to the game.

I had been too busy trying to make him hard as hell to look for the snitch. But it was worth it because my plan to seduce him was working perfectly. The fact that he had shown up to the match and hardly taken his eyes off of me was proof of that.

"Just try not to lose focus next time. Kay?"

"Yeah, Annie. I'll try," I said and watched her blonde head walk away. Great, even the new girl was disappointed in my attention span.

I toweled some drying sweat off my forehead. I hadn't showered yet, but that was great for part of my new plan. I wasn't sure if it would work. It would all be up to how far Severus would take it. But I was praying that he would do what I thought he would.

I changed out of my upper uniform and the padding on my legs. This left me in a dark red T-shirt and my tight brown leather Quidditch pants. I smiled to myself as I ran, trying not to be late.

Your serve Severus.

Snape POV

He had three minuets before he was late. I was kind of hoping that he wouldn't show up. But I needed to know if he really was turned on by our last encounter. The only thing I wasn't sure about was how I would find out.

Someone knocked at door and I went to answer it.

There he was. My eyes raked his body without my permission. I just couldn't stop myself. I was pretty sure I could get him sent to Azkaban for wearing pants that where so sinfully tight. Pants like those left very little to the imagination.

He cleared him throat and I realized I had been staring for a while. I turned to let him in and then realized what he was wearing.

"Why are you still wearing part of your uniform?" I tried to sound disapproving but I don't think I convinced him.

"I didn't have time to take a shower after the match. Whoever had the idea to only put three showers in the quidditch locker room was incredibly stupid." He looked at me apologetically.

I could see it now. He was still sweaty. "And why didn't you make sure you got in to the showers first?"

"I couldn't because everyone was badgering me about not catching the snitch."

That through me off for a second. He hadn't caught the snitch.

I pushed the thought out of my head. It didn't matter right now. The point was that I couldn't let him help me clean like this. What if he dropped a potion because his hands where sweaty? Not to mention that I didn't think I would be able stand next to him all afternoon, with him looking so sweaty and steamy and . . . . sexy . . .

There was one thing I could do but I wasn't sure if it would be for the best.

I sighed, torn between the two options.

Eventually I looked at him and decided.

"Follow me," I said defeated.

I led him out of the class room and down a side hallway. He seemed excited about something but I brushed it off. We reached a door and I stopped a moment to take down the wards so that Harry could come in too.

Opening the door I pushed him quickly through my living room not giving him time to look around. We went through another door and entered my bed chambers.

I crossed the room, opened the door to the bathroom and turned to find him looking around. Cursing the layout of my rooms, like I really needed to be thinking about Harry in my bedroom (more accurately my bed), I pointed to the shower.

"You will take a shower here. Quickly. When you are undressed hand me out your cloths and I will have a house elf bring you clean ones."

I expected some hesitation from him, but he just walked through the door with a slight bounce in his step. I closed the door behind him.

Normally I would have wondered what he was so happy about. But I was to busy picturing him getting undressed to think about anything else.

My thoughts where interrupted, however, when the door opened again. I had expected to just see his hand holding his cloths and was surprised when he stuck his whole upper body out. I could see his well defined chest and flat stomach. That small trail of black hair that ran past his bellybutton. . . .

I took his cloths quickly and turned around. When I heard the door shut again I sighed and looked at what I was holding. I could smell him on the clothing and the leather pants where still warm. I noticed the lack of underwear and it sent my mind reeling.

After fantasizing for a couple of minuets I shook my head to clear my thoughts and called a house elf.

There was a pop and a smaller than average elf appeared saying, "What may I do's for you master Severus Snapes, sirs?"

"You know Harry Potter, I'm sure." The elf bobbed it's head exaggeratedly and I handed them the cloths. "These are his. Take them to his dorm and bring him back some fresh cloths here."

"Yes sirs. Leave it to Liggy, sirs." And they were gone.

*'`{HPSS}`'*

I was throbbing as I pictured water beating down on his chest. Steam swirling around his perfect body. Soap running down his stomach and between his legs. . .

I groaned as I stroked myself slowly. I had to stop thinking about him. But I couldn't. he was just so hot I couldn't help myself. I needed to get some self control.

I stood up and started walking around trying to ignore the painful tightness of my pants. Walking into the bedroom I noticed that the shower was turned off. He'll be coming out soon, I though, stopping myself from thinking about a naked Harry drying himself off.

I turned to leave the room, hoping I could get rid of my hard on before he came out, when I saw them. A clean set of Gryffindor robes, setting on the dresser beside where I was standing when talking to Liggy.

And then I understood my mistake. "Bring him back some fresh cloths here." I should have told Liggy to bring them to Harry.

I stood there trying to decide what to do, when the door opened.

Harry POV

I smiled as he turned around and I slid back into the bathroom closing the door behind me. If I hadn't already known that he wanted me, that looked would have given it away.

I picked up my boxers and banished them. Smiling even more at the thought of what he would make of the fact that they were missing.

Climbing into the shower I couldn't help but thinking about the fact that Severus had been naked in this very shower. I had to stop myself from touching my already half hard cock. There was no need to waste time and make him angry.

After stepping out of the shower and drying off I realized I didn't have any cloths. Wasn't there supposed to be a house elf bringing me some?

I smirked and decided that this might not be a bad thing. I could make this work quite well.

Snape POV

I watched as the door opened and he walked out with only a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and water droplets would fall from the strands onto his face and chest. I had the sudden urge to go over there and lick them off.

I saw his eyes slide down my body and a smirk appear on his lips. He was staring at my crotch and I realized that I was harder than ever. It was too late to hide it now.

I thought I saw a bulge beneath the towel he was wearing but I couldn't be sure. I waited for him to do something.

Harry POV

This was it. I could move now or wait to see what he would do on his own. But this was killing me almost as much as it was him. I didn't want to wait any longer.

I walked over to him slowly and saw his breathing speed up. Stopping right in front of him I smiled. He looked more lost then I had ever seen him.

"What's wrong. . .professor?"

He swallowed thickly but didn't answer. I stared into his eyes and he looked right back. Slowly I lifted my hand and placed it gently on his chest. I felt him take a deep breath and hold it, waiting. I couldn't wait any more. . .

Snape POV

He was touching me. God, he was touching me. I waited for more. What did this mean?

Slowly his hand slid up my chest and around the back of my neck. Both of us were still and I took another shaky breath. In that moment his eyes shot down to my lips and back up to face me again.

Before I knew what he was doing he had pulled me down, crushing my lips to his. Almost immediately his tongue was begging for entrance and I gave it willingly. He explored my mouth, tracing my teeth and leaving nothing untouched. I sucked gently on his tongue and his groan made me harder than before.

I was aware of his hands in my hair as I ran my hands up and down his bare back. Reaching down to grab his ass I realized that the towel had all but fallen off and I moaned pressing myself tighter against him.

He withdrew his tongue from my mouth, licking at my lips and I pressed my tongue forward through his. He tasted like peppermint and better beer, and I couldn't get enough of him. His towel had completely fallen off now and he shifted to rub himself against me. We both groaned at he contact and my head fell back as he kissed down my neck.

That's when I realized what was happening. This was Harry Potter. And what he was doing now was probably the beginning of a well planed out Gryffindor prank. How could I have been so stupid?

I pulled away and he looked at me confused.

"Get out." When he just stared at me I continued. "Get your cloths. . .and get out."

I turned and walked out of the room, hating myself for falling for him to begin with.

Harry POV

I watched him walk out of the room as I stood there naked. Truthfully that's what I had expected. And even more truthfully I hadn't expected it to take so long before he pulled away. Not that I was complaining.

I grabbed my cloths and through them on quickly thinking about the kiss. Severus had tasted like coffee and cinnamon. And that sucking thing he did. God!

This was obviously working though. I'd have to tell Hermione about this. After I stopped by a boys bathroom and took care of yet another aching problem, of course.