Title: All Revved Up With No Place To Go

Author: Alive and Dangerous

Rating: R

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape / Harry Potter

Summary: Harry and Severus are locked up in a room together for 48 hours.

Spoilers: Probably everything up to OotP, but I've pounded on a certain person for a long time and revived him.

Disclaimer: Like the nice men with the white coats explained to me, I'm not J.K. Rowling and I'm not making money out of this. The title's from a song by Meatloaf, it has nothing to do with the story, but I'm listening to it while writing.

Challenges: 48 hours(Or more), one room, no exit; Canned peaches, go with it. Thanks to Vay for these.

Other: I like reviews!

All Revved Up With No Place To Go

Allright, here he was, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-The-Man-Who-Destoyed-Voldemort, the here of the Wizarding world, locked up by his best friends. He'd have been able to forgive them, were it not for the company... "Stop sulking, Potter! It's not like I'm glad to be stuck here with just you and a can of bloody peaches!"

Harry sighed, this definately wasn't his day. "Sorry, professor Snape," he mumbled, sitting up against the wall of the room they'd been locked in. He was going to kill Ron and Hermione when he got out of here! Bloody gits, thinking locking him in a room with Snape would make them just solve their differences.

From the other side of the room, Severus Snaped glared at Harry, not a very uncommon sight in the school. From the very first day the boy'd not been paying attention in his class, the brat had been the bane of his existence. Especially considering everyone treated the boy like a God, Severus had seen it as his personal duty to keep the boy's feet firmly on the ground.

It didn't matter when the boy saved the stone in his first year, killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets his second,won the Triwizard Tournament in his fourth, fought off the Dark Lord again in his fifth and finally destroyed him in his seventh. The boy'd always stay an insufferable brat to him. A good looking insufferable brat, but a brat nevertheless. Hey! Where did that thought come from?

Harry didn't notice the look of mild confusion on his Potions Masters face, he'd been staring at the can of peaches that lay on the ground between them for the past hours. It didn't take long for him to drift off into a dream.


"Mister Potter, you're way behind schedual!" The Potions Masters low baritone thundered trough the empty classroom, sending shivers up Harry's spine. "I'm sorry, professor Snape. I just can't seem to get this stirring sequence right... Can you help me?" A slightly irritated sigh came from the other end of the classroom while Snape stood and made his way towards Harry, his robes billowing majestically behind him. The younger man felt his mouth go dry at the sight. "Well, what is it?" The teacher snapped.Harry pointed out the paragraph in his book. "I just can't seem to do it the right way, sir."

A second later, the older man was behind him. He reached around Harry to take hold of the large wooden stick the young man was using to stir his Potion, getting very close to him in the process. Harry inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of herbs that hung around the other man, looking at the long fingered hands that were gracefully helping him stir the potion. The younger man couldn't help but lean into his teacher.

"Thank you for helping me, sir." A chuckle came from the older man. "Call me Severus, Harry." His arms encircled the student's waiste, pulling him even closer. Harry turned in his teachers embrace, the teacher only had a slight hight advantage and he reached up to cup Snape's face, leaning down...

End dream

"Mister Potter!" Snape snapped loudly. "Have you heard anything I just said?" His voice sounded very iritated. "No, Severus," Harry answered thruthfully, still too dazed by the dream to think correctly. "I was asleep, you see? It's very hard to listen when you're asleep."