I See You

A/N: Chapter two! I'm lovin' this story so far. I apologize for the late-ness of the update. Watching Severus die in Part Two of the Deathly Hallows KILLED my inspiration for this story. But I'm okay now. I'm also writing another Snarry one-shot so please read when I've got that posted. Also, please review! I love hearing your opinions. Enjoy!

Chapter Two: And I'm Dreaming

The upcoming Thursday, Harry had his first remedial potion's class with Snape. Part of him was dreading it, and the other half was excited for it. Thankfully, the part that dreaded it was overpowering the excited part. Snape hated him, why should he be excited? Frustrated, Harry combed his fingers through his messy locks, trying to make sense of the Potion's text in front of him. He didn't want to look like a complete prat in front of the Potion's Master.

'I shouldn't care what he thinks.' Harry thought stubbornly, rubbing his forehead absent-mindedly. 'The man doesn't give two shits about me. He isn't worth my affection.' Now he was pouting.

'He is too worth it. How many times did that man risk his life to save yours?' The more sensable part of his brain reasoned.

'Too many to count..'

'Exactly. The man cares about you, you just have to look behind his masks to see it.'

'What if I never see behind his masks?'

'Severus isn't the type of man who lets people get behind his masks easily. You have to fight for it if you really want it.'

Harry frowned, staring into the common room fire. 'Do I really want it?' He thought back on all the days he spent with Severus, and how they made him feel. 'Yes, I really want it.'

Thursday couldn't come fast enough.

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Thursday came slower than Harry expected. Of course, what else happened when you were anticipating something? That day during his regular potion's class, he was berated by Snape as usual. He was up all night reading his potion's book so it would hopefully shed some light and help him understand what he was doing in class. He had an almost perfect potion until Malfoy decided to throw in an unnecissary ingredient and fuck up his potion. Harry, however, kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't lose his house more points.

The rest of his classes went by horribly slow. Every minute bored him. He fell asleep in Professor Binn's class and had the oddest dream.

Harry stood in front of the window in the kitchen, waiting for Hedwig to return with his letter. He had sent out tons of invitations, but only a select few were personalized for the person receiving it.

He felt arms encircle his waist and a lips pressed a kiss behind his ear, causing him to shiver.

"Don't worry so much, brat. I'm sure they will accept the invitation. As shocked as everyone is going to be, it's your wedding. They are not going to decline. They might have a few choice words with you when they see you next, but they will not decline."

Harry turned around in his lovers arms and pouted. "You don't know that, Severus. Sirius is going to have a conniption when he gets his letter."

Severus couldn't resist the temptation of Harry's lower lip sticking out and kissed him thoroughly. After a few seconds, Harry pulled away with a glare.

"Quit trying to distract me, it's not going to work."

Severus smirked. "I'm not trying, I successfully distracted you."

"Did not." Harry protested, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his head away from the dark eyed man.

"You honestly think that's going to stop me?" Harry felt Severus pull him closer, hot breath on his neck as he ghosted his lips across his skin, leaving a tingling sensation.

Harry gripped the first thing he could hold onto: Severus' hips. He moaned softly as Severus started to press harder kisses against his neck, nipping softly at the flesh.

Severus chuckled. "Quit that or I'm going to have to take you right here on this kitchen table."

Harry looked up at Severus through his lashes, his big green eyes shining with lust.

"What's stopping you?" Harry questioned, his voice husky. For some odd reason, arousal made his voice gruff, and it was a definite turn on for Severus.

Severus growled, pushing Harry back until his back was against the edge of the table.

"Nothing." He replied, kissing Harry hard on the mouth and lying him back on the table, straddling his waist and grinding his hips into Harry's, all the while...

His lovely dream was rudely interrupted by Hermione, who smacked him on the back of the head to wake him up. She sighed exasperatedly when he gave her a sleepy, questioning look.

"We're going to be late for Double Potions. Now hurry up and get your things."

Grumbling, Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes and picked up his back, trailing drowsily along behind Hermione all the way down to the dungeons.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed chapter two.
Hey you see the lonely little review button down there? Maybe you should cheer him up by clicking on him. I'm sure he would love it. (:

Also! In a lot of my stories I've mentioned "The Seven Deadly Sins" mostly as a band name on a t-shirt Harry is wearing. I've always imagined it as a metal wizard/muggle combo band that Harry's a part of. I've been considering writing a totally AU Snarry story with Harry in this lovely band. Not sure of an exact plot, but tell me what you guys think!

Much love to all my readers! :)