Dreary Tuesday Mornings Make For Hot Thursday Nights

Harry's POV

Harry woke up, it was an dreary Tuesday morning. It was cloudy and threatening to rain. 'Just great,' thought Harry. 'My luck, I'll be caught in the rain for sure.'

He slowly dragged himself out of bed, not bothering to straighten the sheets, and made his way toward the bathroom. Finally reaching his destination, he began to pull off his clothes. Settling into the bath, he began to relax, thinking about his love interest. His potions teacher, Severus Snape.

Harry tried to imagine that Snape was there with him, relaxing in the very same bath water. He imagined Snape's hand reaching for his own before abruptly ending his fantasy.

'This is disgusting,' he thought. 'I shouldn't thinking about him like that. Why can't I just fall for Hermione instead?' Tears threatened to fall from his emerald colored eyes before hearing a knock at the door.

"Hurry up, Harry!" he heard Ron call through the door. "We'll be late for class."

"I'll be there in a minute, Ron!" he called back.

He lifted himself out of the tub and wrapped a small towel around his waist. He strutted out of the bathroom to his trunk and pulled out his robe. He then proceeded to dress himself. He then joined Ron outside the room and they then walked to breakfast where they met up with Hermione. The three headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry waited in anticipation for his next class: double potions.

Snape's POV

The class began brewing their difficult potions. Snape sat behind his desk reading Witch Weekly, which he hid behind a large potions volume. He scanned the class, a menacing look plastered upon his face, daring the students to ask questions. It was then that he noticed Potter.

The boy had been sending him strange looks recently, ranging from lust-filled, to desperate, to dreamy.

'Perhaps I'm just imagining things," Snape thought.

He let his mind wander off.

Harry smirked, and strode over to Severus. Severus' mysterious black eyes met with Harry's jade colored eyes, and passion ensued. Snape felt a warm, strong hand grasp his shoulder. He looked up, surprised, as another hand firmly planted itself on his thigh.

"Severus…" a husky voice whispered into his ear, and Snape shivered as Harry's breath touched his sensitive neck.

'What was that?' Snape looked at Harry, the perpetrator, in shock, before realizing that the entire scene had taken place in his mind. 'Never again… He's a student, for crying out loud.'

Snape quickly returned to his magazine, then casting another look at Harry, and realized the boy was staring intently at him, before Harry looked away with a blush.

'Blasted hormones. Have all these children riled up with no place to go.' Snape thought, as another voice in his mind answered, 'Well, there's always the bedroom…'

He involuntarily shuddered at the thought of Potter in his bedroom.

Harry's POV

Harry frowned at himself. 'Stupid, you're so obvious. He knows, he has to know.'

"Harry, pay attention!" Ron hissed into his ear, surprising him.

Harry resumed cutting his ingredient into even slices, while Ron stirred the potion and watched Harry in apprehension.

It was half way through the class which signaled the time when Snape would periodically critique their potions. Usually this meant an insulting, to everyone except the Slytherins.

Harry could practically feel Snape's eyes digging into the recesses of his soul. He tried to slice evenly, but Ron became too afraid that he may take his finger in the process. Harry was left to stirring the potion, an easy job, one that could also be done without paying attention.

"Potter!" A voice exclaimed in his ear.

Harry whirled around scattering droplets of potion on himself, Ron, and Snape. His delicate mouth formed an 'O', and his face turned a bright crimson.

"Harry, what in the hell do you think you're doing?!" Ron shouted, as the hot liquid burned a hole into his already shabby robes.

"I… um… Sorry?" Harry managed to get out, hurriedly trying to wipe excess potion of the desk.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for daydreaming in class and ruining my best robes, Potter. I do expect you to clean up after class." Snape said, as the bell rang.

The students filed out, and Ron sent a sympathetic look to Harry as he left. Little did he know, that this was the moment Harry was looking forward to.

Author's Note: This idea got in my head and I just could not get it out. Aren't Harry and Snape so hot together? hands out Harry and Snape plushies to large crowd reading story Review and you get a cookie! Ack, my lack of goth-ish-ness. I'm losing my touch and it's all Snape's fault.