A/N: this is my first harry potter fic, but I've read a lot of them and felt the need to make my own. I love the snarry pairing so this will be snarry. It will also be an M at some point but that won't be for a while. I do not own harry potter. Enjoy! ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Chapter 1. The beginning of a hot summer

The sun was hot and the air was sticky. Harry glared at the sun and wished he could cast a cooling charm. Or go inside. Either would work. But he was home for the summer and that meant no magic and lots of nasty chores in the hot weather.

At least his uncle was leaving him alone this summer. And he had been able to get most of his homework done. That was good. It would get Hermione off his back for a while. He had already gotten four letters reminding him about how important homework was. And he had only been home two weeks.

Harry sighed and pulled another weed and added it to his rapidly growing pile. The flower beds looked like they hadn't been touched the whole time he had been gone. Which they probably hadn't. He wouldn't put it past his relatives to let them get this way just so he would have to spend hours fixing them.

Another sigh, another weed in the pile. It went this way for another couple of hours before he was called in to help with dinner.

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Late that night, harry lay in his bed wishing he was back at school. He missed his friends and his magic and he even missed Snape.

Snape had become one of his favorite professors. He was still sulky and moody and incredibly unfair towards anyone but the snakes, but something about him made harry curious. He wanted to know him; know why he was so sad. That's really why he acted like he did after all. And harry wanted to know why so he help him and see him smile.

He had dreams about Snape smiling and laughing and it made his chest warm and tingly.

He wasn't sure when it had happened but he had developed a sort of crush on the man. The way Snape twirled his cloak and acted sinister was sexy and made harry want to kiss him.

He knew it was an unusual thing to feel towards Snape, but he never had been very usual.

He hadn't told anyone about how he felt, but he suspected Hermione knew. She knew everything after all. Maybe he should ask for advice. He wanted Snape to stop picking on him and notice his good qualities. He wanted the man to want him as bad as he wanted him.

He had fantasies about a future with Snape. A happy future with a real home and someone who really liked him to share it with.

It was impossible though. Snape would never see him as anything more as a copy of his father or a know-it-all brat who didn't deserve his fame.

Harry sighed for the hundredth time that day and drifted off to sleep. That night he dreamed of a very happy, older Snape chasing after a little black haired girl while harry held another child and watched, laughing.

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A/N: ok so I love this pairing so much I just had to write my own story for them. Flames are welcome and will be used to burn down my enemies homes I will update on my own schedule. I'm a busy person and I'm not even going to try to make an update schedule.