Rating: PG, but that may change. Won't get higher than PG-13 though.
Pairing: HP/TMR, DT/SF RW/NL
Disclamer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own any part of Harry Potter. He and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. Enjoy!
Severus Snape stalked into the potions classroom, where the first class of the year was sitting. It included those from his own house, all with smirks plastered firmly to their faces', a group of scared but determined Gryffindors, and one very bored looking Harry Potter. He scanned them quickly before announcing the potion they would be making that day, a sobering potion; a quick flick of his wand reveling the instructions on the board.
"Ingredients are in the cupboard. Begin!" he barked.
The students moved quickly to begin their own potions as Snape sat down at his desk with a steaming cup of coffee. He again looked around the room if moving teenagers, and received a surprise. Harry Potter had not moved. He had his head down on his desk, and appeared to be sleeping. Well, this could be interesting, Snape muttered to himself. Going over to his bookcase packed with many different potion books, Snape selected the biggest and thickest book he could find and strode over to the sleeping boy. Once at least half of the room was watching him and all was quiet, Snape dropped the book on the desk, right next to sleeping Harry's head. Harry jerked awake to a room full of laughing students and a smirking Professor Snape.
"Pathetic, Potter. Really pathetic. It is only the first class of the year, and you have already deemed it too boring to waste your precious time on. Now, your other teachers may not mind their little golden boy catching up on some much needed sleep and bend yet another rule, but I shall not. So, how shall I deal with this? Does anyone have a guess?" Here Snape looked around at the shell-shocked room. He was really beginning to enjoy taunting the emerald-eyed teen. "Well then, I shall tell you. Detention. Every night this week. And if I ever catch you sleeping in my class again, it will be every night for a month and no Hogsmeade weekends, Everyone back to work. Now!" Snape ordered, then, in a much lower and more dangerous voice spoke to Harry. "I suggest you get busy Mr. Potter."
The rest of the lesson was fairly uneventful, unless you counted Longbottom doing everything possible wrong, and then having know-it-all Granger saving him again. As Snape watched potter storm from the room at the bell with his friends hurrying after him, he thought to himself, This is going to be a very interesting year.
A/N: Well? I know it's short, but it was just the intro. The other chapters should be longer. Also, I have the next one and half of the third already written, so they should be up soon.
Please review and tell me what you think!