Dislaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, but disclaiming it doesn't mean what I'm doing isn't illegal. Please don't fine me, I'm poor. I'm nothing but a poor college student living... nevermind. You get the point.

.: Potions Class:.

Double Potions is not too bad a class. Well, at least, today it wasn't. Harry was in quite a good mood.

He kept smiling. Constantly. The smile wouldn't leave his face! Hermione kept on giving him worried looks. Ron didn't seem to notice.

Harry's smile only widened whenever Snape made a nasty comment directed at him.

Like, "Ah, Mr. Potter. I'm incredibly displeased to see you could join us. 10 points from Gryffindor. Please, do take a seat. Unless, of course, your find yourself too good to sit?" Or even, "Mr. Potter! 5 Points from Gryffindor! Do you find yourself above paying attention in class?" and "Mr. Potter, are you so arrogant that you think the laws of potion making do not apply to you? That you do not need to add the Cat's Eye because you're so magnificent the potion would decide that it doesn't need a Cat's Eye to function properly? Or perhaps your stupidity led you to believe that the ingredients added themselves?"

The man swept past him as Harry ducked his head behind his hair - which was growing out - and grinned.

"Potter! You are being so inept today I think I may vomit. Detention, tonight, with me! I'll see you in my office directly after dinner. 10 points from Gryffindor." Snape snapped, and then suddenly found himself regretting it. Certainly he didn't want Potter in his office?

.: Dinner :.

"I can't believe that greasy git gave you a detention. Your potion looked exactly like Draco's!" Ron said, shoveling food into his mouth.

Harry barely nibbled on his toast, butterflies filling his stomach. Why was he so nervous? He's had plenty of detentions with his snarky potion's master.

"I know," Harry murmured, then shoved a ton of potatoes into his mouth so he didn't have to talk.

He felt rather giddy.

.: Detention :.

Harry stood outside the door to Snape's office, feeling unsure of himself. How did he use to enter? Didn't Snape usually leave the door open? Or did he, Harry, have to knock? He took a deep breath and went to pound his fist on the door, which happened to swing open and not be the door at all, but poor Snape's upper torso.

"POTTER! Just what do you think you're doing? 15 points from Gryffindor! Now get in here, you impetuous brat." Snape stepped back from the door to allow Harry in. Harry entered and Snape sat at his office desk.

"You learned how to brew a migraine relieving potion as a third year, Potter. As this is your seventh year, I think you should be able to brew it. Now get to it, boy!" Snape barked, pulling out a vial of red ink and a pen, beginning to grade papers.

Harry could barely remember how to brew the potion, "Um.. Professor..."

"What is it, Potter? Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?!" Snape's fingers turned white as they gripped the pen, and he glared up at Harry. Harry locked eyes with him, and found himself startled to be staring back into coal black eyes. Familiar eyes. Lonely eyes...

Harry snapped out of it, and blushed, "Um, uh, I... uh.. forgot the ingredients for it.. do you.. um.. have a spare text?"

Snape scowled, his eyes swiveling away from Harry, and shoved a piece of parchment to the corner of his desk. "Here are the instructions, " He bit off, sounding peeved. Harry retrieved them and set to work.

Harry was halfway finished with his potion when Snape suddenly pressed up against him, and roughly grabbed the ladle around Potter's hands. "Idiot child! I will not have you ruining my migraine potion! I can feel one coming on already, it's stirred like this, you fool, COUNTER-CLOCKWISE–" Snape was still being rough, still pressed against Harry, his hot breath gracing the back of Harry's neck. Harry would have melted if his professor wasn't being to rough.

Snape's gripped relaxed for a moment, and Harry felt himself mold against the familiar, sexy body. Snape pulled away, just as fast as he had come. Clearing his throat, Snape ground out, "I will be back in a moment, Potter. If you so much as move from this spot I'll give you a year's detention!" and he strode out of the office... to the bathroom. He had to pee.

Harry, suddenly realizing that he was alone, charmed his ladle to follow the instructions on the parchment, and started to scan the room. No signs of the costume.

He moved over behind Snape's desk, and scrutinized it. Then, he saw it. A hint of green sticking out of the bottom drawer.

Harry hurried back to the potion and took over brewing it. It was all the evidence he needed. Snape's eyes, his body, his breathing, and the green in his desk.. Harry knew it was him.

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YAY! An Update!