Hey! So I wanted to try this new little introduction thing.

I don't know, tell me what you think…

Just bear with me, as I will be experimenting with different writing styles.

Well, that's enough of me.

On with the Snarry!

Chapter 3

As Harry made his way through the damp corridors to Snape's office, he became more and more nervous at the thought of seeing him.

Would he mention the incident? Would Snape feel the same nervous jitters that Harry was getting?

Harry reached Snape's door and took a deep breath. He slowly reached up his had to knock, but before he got a chance to, the door swung open.

"Enter," Harry hood Snape's drawling voice inside his office.

Harry slowly walked in, not knowing what to expect.

Snape sat at his desk, lazily leaning against the back of the chair. He was twirling his wand with his fingers and had his obsidian eyes locked on Harry.

Harry looked around Snape's office. Had there always been candles? Did Snape think candles were romantic? No, there have always been candles.

"Sit," Snape demanded, gesturing to the hard stool in front of his desk.

Harry hurried to sit down.

"You do realize why you are in detention tonight?" Snape asked.

"Yes sir."

"Tell me why you are here."

"Um…Because I might of accidentally wandered into the Professors corridor and bumped into you."

"No, you ran into the corridor at full speed, probably to play some ridiculous prank, and then rammed into me."

"Sorry sir."

"Yes, you better damn well be sorry. Tonight, you will be cleaning out cauldrons. No magic."

"Yes sir."

Harry then stood up, and made his way over to the potions classroom. Snape followed, right at Harry's heels.

Harry then spent the night cleaning out hundreds of dirty cauldrons. He was sure that Snape mad the potions himself, just to give Harry more to clean.

As he cleaned, Snape sat at the desk in the front of the room and watched him. Snape's eyes followed Harry's every move. Every time Harry turned to the desk, he blushed. He was sure Snape noticed.

After what seemed like forever, Harry looked up at Snape. "How long has it been?" He asked.

"About 4 hours," Snape answered with a smirk.

"Can I be done now? Please?"

Snape thought for a minute. "Well, I suppose so. But first, come here."

"Ok…"

Harry walked over to where Snape was sitting and crossed his arms; he was being obviously very annoyed.

Snape grabbed Harry's shoulders and brought Harry close to him. Harry's bright green eyes met Snape's black ones. Harry could smell Snape's breath. Harry now knew that Snape had a pumpkin pasty after supper tonight.

"Now, Harry, I want you to stay out of the Professors corridor," Snape muttered.

"Yes sir."

Snape started to lean in, but Harry broke free of his strong hands and turned away. Harry ran his fingers through his hair and turned back to Snape.

Harry could feel his face burning. "I have to go," Harry said.

Snape nodded and turned away. "See you tomorrow," he said simply.

Harry ran back to his common room. Thoughts swarmed his mind. He knew he felt something back there. Snape had too.

Harry ran into the common room. Even though it was late, Ron and Hermione were still up, apparently waiting for him.

"Harry? How did it go?" Hermione cried.

"Yeah, what happened mate?" Ron said.

Harry didn't say a word, but just ran up to his dormitory. As he walked in, Dean's bed was empty.

"Where's Dean?" Harry asked Seamus, who was reading a Transfiguration textbook.

"I think he's sleeping somewhere else now," Seamus said. "He said something about you and Professor Snape. I don't really know. Sorry mate."

Harry nodded, but his insides were churning. How did everyone know about Snape?

Harry changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. He closed his curtains but couldn't seem to sleep.

A little while later, Hermione sat on the end of Harry's bed.

"Harry," she whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"Well…I think Dean might have been listening when we were talking about you and Snape."

"You think? Even Malfoy knows."

"I'm Sorry. I'm doing all I can."

"Mmmm."

"We'll talk in the morning."

Hermione then stood up and walked away. He could hear her whisper to Ron, and then leave the room.

Harry fell into a restless sleep with visions of Snape and giant pumpkin pasties.

The next morning, Harry woke up very late. He stretched and looked out the window. The weather was very rainy and messy, just like his emotions.

He got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. He sat down next to Ron and put eggs and hash browns on his plate.

"Hey Harry," Ron said gently.

"Hey."

"How did last night go?"

Harry sighed and looked at Ron. He opened his mouth to say something when he heard, "Yeah Potter! How did last night go with your boyfriend? Did you lose something? Do you need any chapstick?"

Ron shot Malfoy a very dirty look, but Malfoy just smirked and turned away.

"I can't believe Dean would do something like this. As mad as he was, he had no right to tell anybody anything. Just know that he doesn't deserve you." Hermione said.

Harry nodded and kept eating. Meals in the Great Hall were becoming a nightmare. The whole Sytherin table was looking at him and muttering and laughing. Harry felt humiliated.

Hermione took Harry's hand and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. Harry sighed.

"Last night I cleaned cauldrons for 4 hours. When I was done Snape called me up to his desk and grabbed my shoulders. I came really close to him and I think he tried to kiss me, but I turned around really quick so he didn't. I…just really think we have, you know…feelings…" Harry said in one breath.

"Sounds fun."

Harry turned around very quickly. There stood Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle behind him. Harry stood up.

"Oooh…" Malfoy said, smirking.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. Malfoy had been bugging him for all these years, and he had pretty much done nothing.

Harry reached out his hand and slapped Malfoy as hard as he could. It made a deafening sound, and pretty much the whole Hall got quiet.

Malfoy tried to hit him back, but Ron had also stood up, and Harry ran out of the Great Hall before Malfoy knew what happened.

As Harry ran, he felt more and more proud of himself. He smiled too himself and almost cheered, until he ran into someone and got knocked to his feet.

"Potter…"