Title: Sleeping Stardust

Author: veritaserumMaster

Rating: T

Pairings: HPSS

Warnings: AU, Language, Un-betaed.

Summary: When a Quidditch player becomes a stalker.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.

A/N: This story is slash, so if you don't like that, then why are you reading this in the first place?

Just a little heads up: Severus was never Harry's teacher in this, just a schoolmate older than him. No Voldemort. A cameo by Ginny Weasley. Harry is a very famous Quidditch star. And a few other liberties I took when writing this down…

I am new to this sort of thing, so forgive me if I make mistakes or offend you. :)

I plan on finishing 'Yuletide Cheer', I just had to get this off my head.

Enjoy!

It was one of those rare moments when Harry chose to do his own shopping. He decided to brave the crowds, being grateful of Disillusionment Spells to hide his true identity. He entered Madam Malkin's for new robes when he saw something black in the corner of his eye, it stood out in the bright and sunny atmosphere of the place, and he snapped his head that way. That was when he saw him. He was exiting the apothecary at the other side of the street. Something about that man pulled Harry towards him and he could not help himself, he followed. Who's that guy? I haven't seen him around before.

Never once did the man look back, and Harry couldn't see him clearly. He had hair up to his shoulders tied back with a black band. Harry wanted to run his hand through it to know if it felt as soft as it looked. His eyes were very dark and Harry wanted to know if they were pitch black or midnight blue, he didn't get a chance to stare longer. He was wearing a black shirt inside his black coat. The coat didn't reach his knees and Harry was given freedom to let his eyes roam over long, lean legs clad in black muggle jeans. Harry wondered if he could take off all those buttons with his tee-. Stop! Merlin, what's happening to him? He wanted to be up close and personal with a man he barely knew. He was about to turn around and forget this ever happened when the man in black turned right and entered an old oak door. THE SLEEPING STARDUST, it read.

Harry noticed that they were now in a part of town he barely knew. The people were scarce and some shops were either closed or run down, and Harry wondered if this was some ploy to ambush him for an interview. He did not care, though. All he could think about was this man in front of him, and knowing everything about him.

He followed him inside and as he stepped inside the shop, he was shocked. It was so little on the outside yet it was huge inside. He wondered for a moment why it was, when his mind helpfully supplied the answer: MAGIC. He looked around in search for his mystery man.

"May I help you with something, sir?"

Harry focused his attention to the voice and found that a beautiful red head was the owner of it. Harry blinked a couple of times at her and she raised her eyebrow in a perfect arch while still maintaining a sweet smile on her lips.

"Ah, well, I – no, I just – uhm – browse - that's right. I wanted to browse," he stuttered out.

She nodded, "Alright then, if you need anything, come and find me," with that she was off behind a row of shelves.

The ambience of the place was nice and comfortable. It made you want to be quiet, but not because it's a library, but because it was so serene: the constant sound the shuffling of books and pages make is just so perfect that making other sounds to disrupt it was a sin.

Harry's eyes roamed the place. The shelves stretched into the back of the store, actually fading into view, and they were towering over Harry, reaching as far as the ceiling went. He walked cautiously forward, wandering aimlessly, getting lost among the books. He was so lost in admiring the books that he wasn't even paying attention to where he was going. He turned right and ran smack into a very hard body.

He would have fallen over had it not been for the strong arms that caught him. He looked up and stared directly into dark eyes.

"Are you alright?" a silky voice asked him.

"I – I'm sorry, I wasn't looking-," he stopped dead in his tracks when he realized who it was standing in front of him. The guy he's been stalking. Harry's jaw dropped.

"It's easy to loose yourself here. Be careful, next time," with that, he righted Harry and went on his way.

Harry stood there, dumbfounded, as he watched the retreating back of the man. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

Bloody hell! That was Severus Snape!

A/N: Good? Bad? Tell me.. R&R! :)