A/N: So, this was inspired by an image in my head of Harry (or Snape, though Harry was a more likely candidate) slowly backing away after a kiss, lips still pursed and shock written all over both participants faces. Yes, this nearly 4,000 word story stemmed from that little image. Who says writing isn't an art form? Fair warning, I kind of made Harry a crier. In my defense, it wasn't by choice, the story wrote itself as they always do.
Harry pulled away slowly, his lips still pursed from the kiss he'd just planted on Snape's mouth. The Potions Master didn't move, didn't even blink, he stood completely frozen, still leaning halfway over Harry's desk from before the kiss when he'd been yelling in the Seventh Year's face. The boy wonder grabbed his bag and fled, ignoring the gaping faces of his classmates. He raced his shadow to the tree at the edge of the lake before he allowed the shock of what he'd just done to bring him to his knees. What had he been thinking? That was easy, he obviously hadn't been.
The Wizarding Saviour smacked his head into the trunk of the tree for good measure as his friends came racing up the lawn towards him. "What the hell happened back there, Harry?" Draco demanded, sitting with Ron and Hermione in the shade of the tree.
Harry turned to face them and pulled his knees up to his chest. "I don't know! I just… He was yelling, and all I could think about was how soft his lips looked and how much I wanted him to bloody well shut up. Then I kissed him and his lips were as soft as they looked and-and…Merlin I fucked up." He breathed in dismay, crossing his legs and burying his face in his hands.
Hermione gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "This isn't the first time you've thought about him like that, is it?" Ron wrinkled his nose at the thought and the girl cuffed him upside the head without taking her eyes off their distraught friend.
Harry shook his head miserably. "No, the last couple months I haven't been able to stop thinking about his mouth, his elegant hands, that gorgeous voice, how even when he's being a complete ass he's doing it to protect us from ourselves, and-" He stopped, biting his lip to prevent himself from saying more, and looked up sharply. "I've been poisoned, that's it. Someone gave me a love potion for Snape out of some cruel joke!"
"That would certainly explain the sudden interest in the greasy bastard," Draco agreed.
Ron agreed as well, making Hermione shake her head in exasperation. "Boys are so dense." She muttered, scooting closer to Harry on her knees. "It's not all of a sudden, Harry, you've always had a certain interest in each other. Maybe it started out innocent enough, but ever since Fifth Year it's been different, you've gone out of your way to pick fights with Snape and get detentions with him, all of us have seen it." She pulled the smaller wizard against her in a tight, comforting hug. "Oh, Harry, you're falling in love."
Ron grimaced. "Bad luck, mate. Snape of all people."
Harry gave a dry sob in defeat. Now that Hermione had said it, he knew she was right, and so was Ron, in his own way. "I'm going to be expelled because I couldn't figure out my own damn emotions," He lamented morosely. Draco started to snicker, making Harry glare at the blond Slytherin. "It's not funny, Dray! I kissed a teacher! Merlin, if he can't prove it was one-sided assault he could lose his job!" He began to hyperventilate from the panic that thought invoked.
"I'm sorry," Draco, said, trying to stifle his laughter. "Sometimes I forget that you weren't born in the Wizarding World, Harry. We're not like the Muggles, we have means of proving if a student was coerced, and in Seventh Year you can date a teacher, because the assignments they hand out are more or less specific reviews for your NEWTs rather than important grade stuffs."
"Draco's right, Harry," Ron butted in. "And Snape can't very well say you assaulted him, can he? I mean, if a bloke kisses a stranger at the pub he isn't committing assault, is he?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess not, though I think the stranger might have something to say about it. Still, I might as well have ripped my own heart out of my chest and plopped it into today's potions for as much good as this does me. I accosted him, guys, I'm never going to be able to look him in the eye again after this." He put his head in his hands in utter dejection. "I am so screwed."
Draco chuckled lightly. "I think the issue in this case is that you aren't, actually."
Harry smiled despite himself as Ron and Hermione tried to smother their own laughter. He shoved the Slytherin over to sprawl on the grass, sending them all into peels of laughter. "Shut up, Draco. Let's just go to lunch before I find some other way to embarrass myself completely." The four friends got up and started the trek back to the castle. "What are you doing out here anyway, besides checking up on me? It's not like you to run out of Snape's class, and you knew where I'd be."
The other three shrugged. "Snape dismissed us almost immediately after you left," Ron explained. "It was sort of funny, watching him blink himself out of the stupor you put him in then glare at us like we were simpletons. He sort of growled for us to get out, and the whole class high-tailed it. I don't think anyone wanted to be there in case he blew up."
Harry sighed. "Any chance I'll be able to avoid him outside of class, you think?"
Harry flinched and stared resolutely at the flagstone as Snape's footsteps approached their group. "Not even a little," Draco murmured as the three of them flanked him protectively.
Harry ducked his head between his shoulders and stuffed his hands into his pockets as Snape pointed toes came to a stop just inside his line of vision. "Yes sir?" He asked calmly.
"Detention, Potter, tonight. No one leaves my class before being dismissed for any reason short of severe injury." That said, the man turned sharply and stalked away.
"Don't suppose he meant detention with Filch," Harry wondered aloud.
"Nope," His friends answered simultaneously.
He sighed again and allowed them to lead him towards the Great Hall. "Didn't think so." He muttered bitterly.
His first plan had been to not go at all. Snape couldn't kill him if he wasn't there, right? Hermione had poked a rather large hole in his bubble by reminding him that not going would only earn him twice as many detentions and a loss in House points. Ron suggested he show up and kiss the man again, just for the sake of doing so, and they agreed it would be a last resort for beating a hasty retreat if things got out of hand. Draco was the one to smack some sense into him. He was a Gryffindor, where was his never-ending supply of courage? He'd already gotten himself into the mess by rushing in headlong without considering the consequences, now as a proper Gryffindor he needed to face up.
That was why Harry was stood outside Snape's office trying to will his hands to stop sweating as he knocked on the door. He was glad he'd forgone his robe, the cool dungeon air helping dry his hands enough to get the door open when Snape instructed him to enter. He walked to the center of the dimly lit office, the door closing behind him.
"Have a seat, Potter."
Harry kept his eyes fixed on the front edge of Snape's desk as he did what he was told. He had to bite his tongue to keep from blurting out a plethora of nonsense apologies. He waited as he felt Snape's eyes bore into him.
"Would you care to explain your actions today in class, Mister Potter?" Snape's tone was unusually polite.
Harry sucked in a deep breath. "To be honest, Professor, I don't think any explanation I could give you would be terribly satisfactory. I sort of did it on impulse." Snape remained silent and Harry knew he expected more than just that lame excuse. He sighed. "I guess I…Well, I like you, sir. A lot, apparently, though I didn't openly acknowledge it until I kis- until I accosted you this morning in class." He risked looking up into Snape's carefully blank face. "I'm sorry, Sir, I realize my feelings are probably unwanted, but I can't help it. I really do like you…romantically, as it were."
Harry chewed his lip nervously as Snape seemed to consider his words. "I see," The man said at last, his eyes still entirely emotionless. "You are dismissed, Mister Potter. See that you don't interrupt my class again with this issue."
Harry looked away and nodded as he felt tears well up in his eyes. Just like that, he'd been utterly turned down. No explanation, no 'I'm not gay' or 'I don't date so much younger', just a dismissal. The young Gryffindor could feel the cold of the dungeons acutely now and stood up.
"Sorry I wasted your time, Professor Snape, it won't happen again," He mumbled, aware that his voice was thick from the terrible ache in his chest. He turned and left the office quickly, barely making it into the corridor before the tears started to fall unabated.
Harry made his way back to the 7th floor half-blind from his unending tears and walked into the Room of Requirement where his friends were waiting for him. He collapsed onto the couch they'd called up and laid his head in Hermione's lap, sniffling. He curled his legs up as Ron and Draco came over from their chess game. Ron sat at his feet while Draco sat on a pillow in front of him, taking his hand comfortingly. When he was sure he could talk without his voice cracking too much, he told them what happened.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry," Hermione cooed when he'd finished.
"He didn't say anything else? Just dismissed you?" Draco asked. Harry nodded sadly, tears still falling from his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Mate, Snape's a bastard," Ron said reassuringly, rubbing Harry's shoulder soothingly.
"Ron!" Hermione said sharply.
Harry shook his head and sat up. "No, he's right, 'Mione, I should have known better. Just because I stopped feeling anger for the man doesn't mean I should have expected reciprocation. I'm an idiot for thinking Snape could ever see me as someone worthy of his love."
"Don't you dare say that, Potter," Draco told him savagely. "Snape's the idiot here, he's the one not worthy of your love."
Ron grinned. "Besides, what can you expect from Snape? Did you think he'd open his arms wide to you and tell you to," The redhead paused to cover his mouth and breathe heavily into it. "Come to the dark side." He finished in a deep voice.
Harry laughed despite himself, glad they'd all watched the movies over the Summer. "You're such a berk, Ron," he laughed, shoving his friend's shoulder playfully. Ron shoved him back.
"Wait, does that make Harry Luke Skywalker?" Hermione asked.
Ron nodded. "Course! He's Luke, you're Leia, I'm Han, and Dumbledore's Yoda."
"What about me?" Draco put in curiously.
The three Gryffindors exchanged a look and answered him altogether. "Chewy."
Draco laughed and beat his chest while imitating Chewbaca's groan. The other three joined him and spent the next few minutes doing their best to copy the unusual noise before collapsing into fits of laughter.
When the laughter started to die down, Harry wiped his eyes. "You guys are horrible. I'm just not allowed to feel depressed for a few minutes, am I?" They all shook their heads and he grinned. "Thanks. You're right, I shouldn't let the old Dungeon Bat get to me like that. Hell, maybe I'll find someone better."
"Maybe?" Ron scoffed. "Harry, anyone who takes your love and holds it close is better than the berk who threw it in your face."
Harry nodded and hugged his friends gratefully. His chest still felt like a werewolf had gotten a hold of his heart, but at least he knew his friends were by his side a hundred percent.
Before you read Chapter 2, do me a favor and let me know if the ending for this chapter was alright. I'd also like to see how many people feel I've given away the ending already, and what that ending is.