"Potter up here! Now!"

The hall was silent, everyone looked between the potions master and the golden boy. The former had something clutched in his hand, 'what had the boy who lived done now' went threw everyone's minds. The seventh year student rose from his place at the end of the Gryffindor table.

The messy haired teen looked to the friends he had just left, they looked at him worriedly. Slowly and nervously he made his way down the hall. The walk seemed to take an eternity. Finally he made it up to the front and stood about a metre away from the head of house.

"Do you know what this is?" the professor asked, raising his hand, everyone saw the bottle of clear liquid.

"T-truth serum?" Harry was familiar with it by now, after often being threatened with it, and using it many times. Snape's eyes narrowed and the boy went slightly pale.

"Very good Potter" the potions master purred "now you are going to tell me, and the whole school, why you were slinking around my private rooms last night. Say it freely or I force you too" to emphasise his point he shook the bottle slightly.

"Severus! You can't threaten a student like that! He's in my house therefore if he's done something wrong you send him to me! Not publicly humiliate him!" the transfiguration professor screeched.

"Never mind that Minerva, I'm sure Harry will enlighten us as to why he felt the need to 'slink' around a teacher's room without the influence of a potion" Dumbledore stated happily, seeing no fault in Severus' method.

"w-well you see" Harry began looking around at his peers who were watching him intently. A flush stained the boy's cheeks, he shifted his weight from foot to foot in unease.

"Enjoying my new form of punishment Potter?" the black haired professor remarked in his ear. A shiver ran down his spine. The potions master thought it was fear, the students thought is was disgust, but only Harry and Dumbledore knew it was neither.

"I always thought you would be against public displays…sir" the nervous façade disappearing, a light smirk forming on the golden boys face. A couple of students (mainly Gryffindors) sniggered. "But seeing as your not…" Suddenly the boy whirled around facing the hook nosed teacher who was still in his personal space and without warning, pressed their lips together. The elders eyes widened comically as the younger took control and forced his tongue into the teachers' mouth.

Harry pushed the teacher, who landed on the floor with a 'thud', holding himself up with his elbows. Suddenly the boy was in his lap, kissing him with frenzy. Students gasped, standing up to see better. The other professors were to startled by the fact that the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy' was molesting the 'greasy haired git' to think of stopping it. Abruptly the teen picked himself off the floor and began walking away, a smile plastered on his face. All eyes watched him go, mouths agape. Dumbledore tried to prevent a grin. He failed.

Snape open and closed his mouth as he watched the teen leave. 'Now I have to stop dishing out detention for public displays of affection' he thought, as he rose from the ground and followed the remaining Potter.