A/N: Someone revised my plan to post not once a day but once a week so here I am again. Got scared didn't ya?

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Just What I've Never Wanted

Chapter Seven

The past two weeks had to have been some of the most demanding of his life, Harry decided as he flopped into his bed. Instead of having a normal schedule like his classmates Harry spent his days in one-on-one studying with his professors, taking up their free hours and what little he had and the free ones he had he spent alone studying as his friends were in classes.

Why just today he had been rigorously been ordered through making a Patronus again and again until he was exhausted. Physically anyway. As much as he spelled and chanted and magicked and destroyed…his magical reserves never got emptied.

Harry stared up at his canopy, green eyes closed tight. For the first time in his life he was afraid of his own power. He had been wondering if perhaps relearning Occlumency could assist in his growing internal fears and had ventured to the Headmaster's office a few days ago during class time only to see Snape sweeping away down the other end of the corridor back to the dungeons.

He had of course heard the rumours like any other student in the school…and looking at Snape now, well only getting a brief peek really, it was hard to believe. Ron swore up and down, and fluently, on his life that Snape had looked like 'a sodding different person' when he had woke up and that Draco his own godson, had been checking him out. According to Ron. Harry had to wonder how he noticed that if he wasn't doing it too.

If his friends said so, Harry wanted to believe…but…and of course when he had continued up to the Headmaster's office and inquired about Snape, the Headmaster just twinkled at him and said something about the Professor being fine and just taking some time off. Harry had of course asked if that meant the Professor wouldn't be assisting the others with his training or rather retraining and the Headmaster had assured him that the harder parts of Defense that had bordered on the other side, that he had learned and not quite finished, would be resumed by the Potions Master next year.

Harry sighed and opened his eyes in the dark again. That reminded him. Once again he hadn't talked to the Headmaster about those suspicions he said he'd had about Snape, the 'mystery' behind his going into a coma and waking up the same time as him. Harry would admit the timing was a bit weird but the Headmaster could turn a molehill into a mountain really. Not to mention Hermione and her strange quest to solve the mystery of Snape's sudden good looks. The girl was persistent! She had been studying the Snape bloodline for the past week since the Professor showed no signs of returning to the classroom.

He took a deep breath and rolled onto his side away from the hangings. Dammit! He was wired like a spark plug and he couldn't sleep!

He would have liked to have seen the Snape the others had seen. Apparently he had looked good enough to shake the foundations of Ron's safe orderly world. And when Ron had accused, Draco hadn't denied checking out his godfather besides sending Ron a dirty look. And Hermione…Hermione had blushed. If he still had friends free the same hours he did he might be able to confess he thought he was gay. Had been thinking about guys and sex, 'well he was sixteen', and sex and guys almost every other night before the battle. Strangely enough, he'd felt wired in an invigorating way before. Now it was sort of a tired of being hyper wired. And along with his lack of physical power while his magical survived swimmingly, was a sudden fall back into horniness. Horniness he couldn't fix because he was bloody well too tired to put a hand down his bottoms and have a little rub off.

Harry groaned into his pillow. Why? Why was it always him? He rolled onto his stomach in hopes his little problem would go away muffled in the sheets.

At least there was a good side to all this. Remus and Sirius were going to be D.A.D.A professors jointly next year. And Remus had healed up well, though the transformation this week would surely put him back into a bit of pain again. Sirius had had his bandaged removed and the scar damage wasn't as great as had been anticipated. His face was mostly clear of scars except for one gash by his eye he insisted the ladies found rakish and he had reassured Harry he would have been happy even if he needed a mask for the rest of his life.

Because he was free. And could watched him grow up now.

He let out a low groan again. Speaking of growing…perhaps…perhaps he could manage…

HPSSHPSSHPSS

"I was sort of happy we weren't having end of year exams. Then they started piling all this work on us! And there's only two days left of term! Can you believe it?!" Ron said stuffing a roll into his mouth, while speaking to Dean. "'uh! Ee 'arry."

"Hi…" Harry stepped over the bench and sat down. Hermione was sitting on the other side of him looking at Ron is distaste before returning to the book before her. "Whatcha reading?"

"Hmm? Oh. Book." She muttered out absently. Harry shook his head and looked across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table.

While depleted, the exodus had not been as bad there as had been expected when Voldemort attacked. In fact the higher rate of absences from Hufflepuff was noted by all and the House rivalry had been cut from brute viciousness to mere competitive spirit.

Draco was sitting chatting to Blaise Zabini and when his friend elbowed him he looked up to see Harry staring. The grey eyes rolled before Draco waved a dismissive hand at him, the closest a Malfoy would get to waving at someone, Harry smirked and waved back blatantly.

"Oi mate. Do you actually have class with us today? You're still here and not rushing off to the Headmaster's office or something." Ron asked softly, actually tactful.

"Ah…umm, I'm not quite free yet. We might finish, well, when the term does. I don't think I'll be in classes the rest of this year at all." Harry summoned the pumpkin juice pitcher to his hand, nonchalantly. He had caught up to fourth year spells in terms of learning how to cast them, holding back, instead of with all his power as he would have before, but the Headmaster was still worried about his lack of control in terms of magic in general. And though he could be taught control with a wand, what would happen if he ever was involved in a runic or Summoning ritual again?

"Oh. Well darn you're lucky." Ron sighed heavily. "You had gotten good at that stuff you were doing so finishing it up must be easy. We, on the other hand, are being piled with all this work…" The red head went back to lamenting the loss of end of term exams.

Hermione 'hmm-ed' speculatively looking up from her book at him, making Harry curious. "What?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing! Well…have you seen Professor Snape recently?"

He raised an eyebrow. 'If he didn't know better he'd think Hermione liked the professor or something…Cept Harry knew she only blushed around Remus.'

"I saw him…uhh, last week Friday. Yeah, five days ago." Harry nodded looking up from frowning at his toast while thinking. "Why?"

"How'd he look?" Hermione leaned forward eagerly.

"Err, the same? Well, he looked like he might have washed his hair sometime recently. It wasn't all that greasy as it usually is. But same living-dead complexion and permanent scowl. Why?"

Hermione muttered to herself. Harry caught the words 'regression' and 'knew it' but she didn't reveal anything else, only going back to her book.

Well at least she wasn't trying to find out about him. How could he tell his friends he was a dangerous time bomb about to explode with enough magical energy to level the wizarding world as they knew it?

A/N: Fear not, as long as there is strength in my hands and electricity in my house...lol, along with net of course, I will continue to update.