Disclaimer: Can be found in the first chapter.

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Chapter 2: Heading for Disaster

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That night, Harry was laying in his bed, feigning sleep until the others in the room were fast asleep. After he could hear snores from the other four beds, Harry slipped out of his own and slipped the invisibility cloak on.

"A quick walk around the grounds should calm me enough to rest until the morning," Harry thought as he slipped out of the portrait hole.

His feet beat the familiar path to the entrance hall, when, unfortunately, Harry's nose caught the faintest whiff of Snape's scent. His eyes turned, his voice dropped, and his muscles tensed as he watched the older man reenter the school.

"Bloody students, thinking they can sneak out at night," Snape mumbled, leading two sixth year Ravenclaws back into the building.

"Fuck. I cannot get away from the git," Harry thought, freezing when he saw the man. "Why is it since I told Dumbledore that Snape is my mate, the git continues to pop up wherever I am?"

"Alright, you two," Snape barked, oblivious of the other miscreant. "I'm giving you each a week of detentions. Now get back to your common room."

The Ravenclaws trudged back to their rooms as Harry's eyes stayed glued to Snape. Suddenly, the older man whisked himself in the direction of the library. Harry had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit by Snape.

"Gotta find that book," Snape muttered, as he passed Harry.

"Shit." Harry thought. "He fucking knows."

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"Harry, you haven't eaten anything," Hermione said, looking at her friend with worry in her eyes.

"I'm not hungry," Harry replied, pushing his plate away from him. "I didn't sleep well, and I feel kind of sick."

"Oh, well, shouldn't you go to the Hospital wing?" she asked, reaching over to Harry's forehead.

"Mione, I'm going go for a walk before lessons," he replied, grabbing his bag and hurrying out of the room.

"The bloody bastard," Harry thought, sitting at his favorite spot by the lake. "He had to be the smart one and research my odd behavior, didn't he?"

After a few moments of brooding, Harry got up and went to his lessons.

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"Potter," Snape said, catching the boy as he headed into the Great Hall for lunch. "Come with me."

"Yes, sir," Harry said, in his deep baritone. He followed Snape through the familiar path to the dungeons.

"Enter," Snape said, holding the door open for the younger man.

Harry entered the office and sat in the lone chair in front of the large desk. He could feel the tension building in his muscles as he readied himself for the assault on his control.

"Would you mind explaining why you felt it was necessary to remove yourself from my lesson three days ago?" Snape asked, his voice dripping with derision.

"I had an urge to do something rather unpleasant, and I felt it would be better not to do it in your class, Sir," Harry said, his voice sending a shiver down Snape's spine.

"What was that urge, Potter?" Snape asked, his eyes staring into Harry's.

"I'd rather not say, Sir," Harry said, knowing that he had no control over his eyes. "It's something I'd rather like to handle on my own."

"I see," Snape said, noting the change in Harry's eye color and voice for future reference.

"Is that all, Sir? I haven't eaten yet today, and would appreciate the chance to grab some lunch," Harry said, quickly avoiding Snape's eyes.

"Go," Snape said, smirking to himself.

"Of course, the Golden Boy wants to hide this," Snape thought, as he watched Harry leave his office. He went around his desk and felt the chair. It was definitely degrees cooler than it had been prior to Harry's occupancy.

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"Mate, are you alright? You haven't eaten a thing all day," Ron asked, Hermione looking to Harry as well.

"I'm fine, guys. I'm just feeling under the weather is all," Harry lied, desperately wishing for a chance to escape to the kitchens for a raw steak.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked, setting his silverware down.

"Yeah, I'll be alright in a couple hours," Harry said. "I'm going to hit up the library. I have a nasty Potions assignment to finish.

"See ya," his two best friends chorused as he got up and left.

"Interesting," Snape thought. "Not only does he lie to his friends, he lies to himself."

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Harry sighed in relief after finishing off a particularly bloody steak in the kitchens. He then started to head to the library to work on his assignments.

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A few hours later, and all his homework completed, Harry left the library in high spirits. He had the entire weekend to himself. He knew that it was a Hogsmeade weekend, and he had wanted to go to Zonko's and pick some things up.

He was almost to the Gryffindor portrait when Harry heard footsteps behind him.

"Potter, can we have a word?" Snape asked, causing Harry to groan.

"Now? Sir, I just did my homework, and I'm really tired," Harry said, turning to face the man. He noticed that the Potions master was a good-looking man, whose features went together well.

"It would be better suited to talk about it now, rather than tomorrow, when we both forget what it was we were going to talk about," Snape said, a nasty sneer on his face.

"Yes, Sir," Harry sighed, following the man to his office for the second time in one day.

"This cannot be good…" Harry thought, as he fought off his Vampire.

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A/N: Here's the second chapter. As I said in the last, this is a whole different take on the Severus/Harry relationship. It's slower paced than my other stories, and it's a bit more in depth.

There will be some minor OOC moments in the rest of this, but in a Snarry, when aren't the two out of character?

Reveiws are greatly appriciated, and make my want to update more often.

-KD