A green light flashes and people scream

A green light flashes and people scream! Chaos falls like rain, soaking everyone in its path. Looking around, a laugh growls from his chest rolling out of his mouth sounding foreign to anyone whose ears fall its victims. The screams get louder, as if moving towards him, a stampede of people rush from the streets, the terror on their faces perfectly clear in the dancing fire light. Disembodied voices cried out into the night, their pleads for aid echoing into the darkness, rising into the smoky air like steam from a kettle, rising to the God above, begging Him to hear them. Begging Him to save them. Last minute repents and last minute prayers, and last minutes cries for their lives to have meant something. The hoard of people running into the thing they fear the most – the one thing that would mean them immediate death.

The Dark Lord.

Harry awoke screaming, his voice catching in his throat, his eyes closed tight but seeing anyway, seeing things through the eyes of another. Ron stood at his bedside, his brows furrowed in worry. "Mate! Mate," he crooned, his hand on Harry's shoulder, rocking him awake, "you were doing it again..."As Harry sat up, Ron at beside him, shaking his head, "I know you can't help it, 'Arry, but it's barely three o'clock in the mornin'… We've gotta get up soon…" He sighed, stood up, adjusting the frayed flannel of his pajama bottoms.

"I know, Ron… I'm sorry. These lessons with…" he hesitated, as if the following word would burn his throat, "Snape are not paying off. I don't know why Dumbledore won't let me quite. I think Snape likes it. You know, having me there. Able to torture me…"

"Rough, "Arry," Ron yawned as he walked back to his bed. "Try and sleep won't you? You look awful." With a sleepy smile, he crawled into bed and blew out the candle.

"Thanks, Ron," he growled, pulling the curtains of his four poster bed tight.

"Severus Snape…" Harry moaned, sliding his hand down his tight torso, dancing his fingers over the soft trail of hair leading down to his throbbing body. Why did he betray himself and everything he stood for with this horrid feeling for that evil Potions Master? Why did ever time he even thought about his time with Snape his cock started to tremble? He worked himself hard that night, casting silencing charms about his bed before he began. And when he finally reached orgasm, he cried out the Potions Masters first name, biting his tongue.

Rapping the pads of his fingers together, a dark haired man grinned. "I know, Potter. All in due time. I'll have you. And you will come willingly into my arms, and into my bed." With a wicked smirk, the man leaned back in his chair, biting his lip, those dark chocolate eyes closing. Before he fell asleep, he offered the darkness a tender smile, "In due time…"

Lucky for Harry, his first to classes were canceled the following morning. The reason was unknown for sure, however a few people had said something about the teachers being sick… Cackling, Fred and George made their way into the Common room, the ever present twinkles dancing in their eyes.

"Yea," the two tall, lanky red heads said in unison, "You all have us to thank for that!" A few people clapped, and everyone else hooted and called out in excitement. All except Hermione. "You two are going to be in so much trouble!" She called out, slamming her book closed. "What did you to do them!? I should turn you in, I should!"

"Relax, Granger. They'll all be back to their old, grumpy selves with in the next day or so," Fred sighed, rolling his eyes. "Besides, it looks like Ronald and Harry aren't the only ones who haven't finished their Transfiguration essay…" George laughed, and ruffled Hermione's hair, causing it to poof out horribly. She smacked his hand away, and glared at him, "If you weren't Ronald's brothers, I swear…"

This pulled a slight grin to Ron's lips, and he snuggled her closer leaning to kiss her cheek softly. "That's why I love her, guys. She's just so darn sweet!"

Hermione blushed, while Fred and George coughed on a chocolate frog. Lunch time came around before Hermione, Ron and Harry all finished their papers. Setting them aside, the trio made their way to the Great Hall, the smell of freshly baked sweets filling their noses. Ron's stomach growled.

"Didn't know I was so hungry!" He groaned, squeezing Hermione's hand. "It's like I haven't eaten in days…" Harry just laughed, while Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You ate three chocolate frogs and an entire bag of chips when you were writing! You can't possibly be hungry!"

"'Mionee, I'm a growing boy," he said flatly. "I need my food so I can grow up big and strong!" She giggled a little, and kissed his cheek. "Uh huh…"

"Watch it, missy." Ron threatened. "I don't wanna have to put you in line."

Her brow arched, and she stopped, those brown eyes looking the red head over. "Excuse you?"

"You heard me," he grinned, "I don't want to have to put you in your place."

"Ronald!" Hermione cried, dropping his hand, and pushing him away.

"'Mionee, come here. I was just teasing. Honest." He pouted, taking her hand and pulling her to him. She struggled, but gave in, pinning him against the nearest wall.

"You might be bigger than me, Mr. Ronald Weasley, but I can still take you down."

"Of course you can take me down, how else are we supposed to do it?" He grinned broadly, and laughed. Hermione only blushed, and nipped at his lips.

"Shhhh," she looked around panicking, "Do you want someone to hear you!?" She crushed herself against him in an attempt to disappear, hoping no one had heard him. Ron laughed, and pressed his body into hers, kissing her.

Harry just looked out a window, gazing into the sapphire blue sky. As the wind blew, the grass swayed in the breeze, creating the look of rippling water. Random students walked about, a few chatting, a few flying about of their brooms, passing a ball back and forth. His eyes fell to Hagrid's hut, and he couldn't help but smile as he saw the half giant trying to teach his dog to fetch. However, the enormous hound wouldn't have any of it, and laid down, licking at his paw. "Would you two come one! I'm starving here!" Harry called after a good amount of time.

The couple broke apart immediately, and blushed a curious shade of red. "Sorry…" They groaned.

Unbeknownst to him, as they made their way into the Great Hall, Harry bumped into the last person on earth he wanted to see, save the Dark Lord of course, without looking up, he growled, "Watch where you're going, git."

Hermione gasped, and Ron gulped.

"Fuck," muttered Harry as the deep, husky, growling voice reached his ears.

"That'll be a weeks worth of detention, Mr. Potter." The emphasis on the last word greeted Harry's ears with the most interesting feelings. Normally Harry's name dripped like poison of the sharp tongue of the Potions Master, but some how… Some how it seemed to drip orgasm. Or at least the promise of orgasm.

"I'll see you in two hours, Mr. Potter." Merlin, there it was again! Harry thought, biting his bottom lip, those brilliant green hues burning into Snape's espresso tented ones. I know I'm not just imagining it, I know what he's thinking… Yea, detention… Sure, alright... Wait! In two hours!? "But that's Quidditch!" He groaned, those impossibly green eyes begging. "Sir!" He added hastily. "Please, give me three and a half hours, please!"

Contemplation poured across the Potion Masters face, "On one condition…"

Harry cut him off, ready for anything! "Yes, anything you ask, Professor!" Annoyed that he'd been interrupted, the tall dark eyed man hissed his condition to the younger boy through pursed lips, "You'll be staying four hours, instead of two." His brow arched, and something like a smile pulled at the corners of his thin lips.

Four fucking hours! What is there to do for four fucking hours! There's no fucking way! I have other work to do! I can't just sit in his classroom for four hours! What is he thinking?!

"Well, Mr. Potter?" The words slipped from the man's tongue slowly, tenderly. "The longer it takes you to answer, the longer you detention will be…" He threatened. "Mr. Potter!"

"Yes, Snape… Professor Snape. For four hours… I'll see you in your classroom then…"

"Come to my office, Mr. Potter, you'll be serving your detentions there." And with that, he turned and walked away, with his long black cloak billowing impressively behind him.

"Tough luck, Mate…" Ron said, his fingers sliding tenderly over Hermione's hand.

"You know, Harry," Hermione whispered, leaning in to whisper in Harry's ear, "I could hex him for you… I've been reading up on these really neat ones. Found them in the restricted section…"

Three hours after his awkward encounter with his favorite Professor, Harry sprinted from the Quidditch field down to the dungeons, stopping in front of the Potion Masters office door. Although he was in terrific shape, Harry was panting uncontrollably and his pulse was quickened. Unwilling to admit it to himself, he was nervous about what the next four hours would hold.

Four hours.

Alone.

With Severus Snape.

The very same man who tormented him during the days with verbal abuse and ridicule, and haunted his dreams at night with thoughts of need, want, orgasm and abandon. Snape. The very same man whom Harry wished would touch him the way a lover would. Severus Snape. The man who made the "Boy-Who-Lived" instantaneously hard with the mention of his first name. Knocking on the door, Harry jumped as the dark voice that preoccupied his thoughts called, "Enter, Mr. Potter…"

The door creaked open, and Harry stepped inside…

Sorry to leave it as a cliff hanger, but that's how I like to do. This is my first story, so please be kind... Please read and review. I hope you liked it!