NOT MINE.Anything you don't notice from the books belong to me and my very perverted imagination.
A/N: This story was written for my very good friend Nire, sorry it's taken so long to get this up. TT.TT Forgive me?
Summary: Harry decides he likes how Snape looks when he blushes and is determined to make it happen again. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: By mistake
'I learned in my fifth year that I liked him. He wasn't like the rest, he didn't see -Harry Potter- , he saw me, I needed that. In turn, I saw a part of him that none of my class mates ever would...' Harry put down his quill and sighed.
The Borrow had been too crowded over the summer so he had stayed with Hermione. It wasn't so bad, after all, his class work was completed within the first week.
The only problem was that she had gotten him into the habit of writing down his feelings.
So here he was, in the Great Hall, with his black and red diary, writing about how much he wanted to bugger his Potions Professor.
It wouldn't have been too bad, but this year, he was 17 and of legal age.
How was he going to ignore Snape now?
Harry looked up as his name was yelled. It was Hermione. "What?"
"We have to get to class. If we wait any longer, we'll be late."
"What class do we have first?" Ron asked.
Harry perked up. "Potions? As in Snape?"
Hermione rolled her eyes as Ron covered up a laugh. "Yes. Potions. You know, that class were you stare off into..." Hermione glanced at Ron out of the corner of her eye. "Space."
"Shut up." Harry laughed as he playfully smacked Hermione on the arm.
Ron scrunched his eyebrows together as he watched them "Huh?"
"Nothing, Ron, don't worry." Hermione patted Ron comfortingly on the head. "Just leave Harry to his starring."
"I don't stare." Harry pouted.
"What's going on?!"
Harry and Hermione looked at him, then each other and burst out laughing, only to make Ron even more confused.
"Are you actually going to do some work this term?" Hermione's eyes glowed bright. "No distractions?"
"I'm always distracted."
"Yeah, 'Mione. How can Harry pay attention when every girl in 7th year is watching his every move?" Ron said.
Harry brought his hand up to his face and sighed.
"Don't worry, it happens to us all." Hermione gave Ron a sweet smile and a gentle squeeze on his hand. "Give it time."
"What?" Ron kept looking between the two, trying to understand.
Harry smiled and turned to the other two. "Come, lets race."
Ron was left in the wake as his girlfriend and best friend shot off down the corridor. He shook his head and ran after them.
"Sorry Ron." Harry said as he slid to a stop outside of the Potions room.
"It's one thing to be on time, but, blimey!"
"Oh, Ron, Harry just wants to get back to his studies." Hermione giggled and hid behind Ron as Harry shot her a glare. "I think he's going through withdraws."
"I don't think it was a good idea for you to stay with Hermione, she's converted you!" Ron gasped.
They walked in to the room and took their seats in the back of the class.
"Believe me Ron." Harry whispered. "I was converted before this summer and it had nothing to do with Hermione."
"But you've never liked to study before. Now you and 'Mione are going to gang up on me!" Ron said
"Ron, we aren't talking about books."
"Yeah, Ron. Besides." Harry grinned. "You're not my type."
"What are you two talking about?"
"Shhh!" Harry and Hermione both said as Snape stormed onto the room.
"How you insolent children made it into my NEWT's class, I will never know."
"Damn ..." Harry sighed as he watched Snape's black cloak swishing out as he walked. "Ouch!" He hissed, rubbing his side where Hermione had elbowed him.
"This class will cover the more advanced and dangerous versions of potions that you have already learned."
"He has one hell of a sexy voice." Harry whispered to no one in particular.
Snape started to walk in between the tables as he resumed his lesson.
"The first potion we will be studying is the advanced form of Amortentia, which by it's self, is already the most powerful love potion in the world. Now! The only difference in this potion and the normal Amortentia is the rose petals used. While Amortentia calls for a blood-red Soto rose petal from the forests of Southeast Asia, our potion requires a Midnight-lily rose petal that only grows in the lowest depth of the Dead Sea." Snape paused to make sure everyone was listening. "Not all wizards can do this, of course, not even some Potion Masters; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some..." His gaze lingered maliciously on Harry. "...Lack."
"Yeah, I'll show you how much concentration I have. Maybe if I think hard enough all your clothes will disappear..."
"Harry!" Hermione shushed.
"Can anyone tell me what Amortentia does that is so dangerous?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air.
Snape looked to make sure no one else had volunteered before he called on her.
"Normal love potions, sir, only cause the drinker to believe they are in love while still in control of their actions. Amortentia is a form of obsessive love. The advanced form creates a Master/Servant bond between the drinker and brewer that can only be severed in death."
"I wouldn't mind having you as a master." Harry mumbled.
"Do you have something to add, Mr.Potter?" Snape asked.
Harry looked up, surprised anyone had heard him. "No master."
Snape blushed and moved his mouth, no words coming out as the class started to laugh at Harry remark. His face turned even more red as he stuttered to tell everyone to shut up.
Even the Slytherin's were laughing so hard they had treas in their eyes. Snape finally had enough and ordered everyone out of the room.
"How could you!" Hermione scolded him as they left in a hurry.
"That was bloody brilliant." Ron slapped Harry on the back.
"Yeah, Hermione." Harry got a far-off look in his eyes. "Besides, did you see him blush ...?"
A/N: Well, I hope everyone liked this chapter. Please review!