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What men want	By : Elehyn1 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Summary :
A spell failed and here we are. Harry begins to hear what every man is
thinking, and his potions mastermind is far from what he had ever imagined.
Slash SSHP.

Disclaimer :
Nothing is mine. Harry Potter�s books
are the property of the fabulous J. K. Rowling.

Warning :
Slash Harry/Severus.

A/N : This
story will be hard for me to translate because there are a lot of sexual
innuendoes and things that I know in French (it�s my first language) but not in
English so I just ask you to be patient, please. Thank you.

I thank also my beta-reader Shalane for her help and
kindness. Big, big kisses.

Thoughts are '...' and words are "..."

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Chapter 1 : Oops!

Yeah! The school day was finally over and Harry
dropped himself into an armchair in the Gryffindor common room. 'Fortunately',
he said to himself, 'I've already done all my homework'. It was only Monday,
but the young student was already tired. The seventh year's reputation was not
exaggerated. It really was the hardest year of all.

�Hey Harry� called Ronald Weasley. �Do you want to
train a little bit with me? I haven�t
mastered the mind projection spell, and if I won�t manage to cast it
tomorrow, Flitwick�ll give me a lot of extra work.�

Ron was looking at his friend with an expression so
pitiful that Harry, despite his lack of energy and enthusiasm, couldn�t refuse.

The mind projection spell was a part of a complicated
but very useful branch of magic that
allowed you to read someone else�s thoughts temporarily. However, this
power couldn�t be practiced, and it only worked if you were about to be hexed
or wen ren real danger. If neither were true, the spell wouldn�t work. Because
of this, no wizard or witch could take advantage of another by knowing their
thoughts. During a duel, the person who was attacked could know at the same
second as their aggressor what he was doing, so he could anticipate how to
move.

Harry used this spell during his final battle with the
Dark Lord, and it was one of the things that had permitted him to finally
defeat Voldemort the year before.

Standing in the correct position, in front of his
friend, Harry took out his wand of his pocket and saw Ron brandish his own in a
fluid movement. The red-haired boy exclaimed, �Praehendere pensaraaaaaaahhhhh!.�

A flash of purple light lightened the tip of his wand
and hit Harry who fell onto the floor.

�Oh no!� moaned Ron. �Sorry Harry, this stupid cat
just... Harry? Harry!�

The young Gryffindor rushed towards his friend who was
lying motionless on the floor. His face was very paler than snow, and his eyes
were closed.

�Oh my God!� breathed Ron, horrified, before taking
his still friend to the Hospital Wing at a run.

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�Oww, my head!� groaned Harry to himself.

Harry knew that he was in a comfortable bed, in a
quiet room, but his brain couldn�t think beyond that. He felt like he was made
of lead and.... oh... there�s the horrible headache.

�Oh no! what have I done? Forgive me Harry. Wake up
please. Wake up.�

Harry recognized it as Ron�s voice, but it seemed that
he was... crying. He had never seen Ron cry, and didn�t want to, either. Harry
tried to speak, to reassure his friend, but his mouth wouldn�t open.

�I�m so sorry, you can�t die...�

Harry was yelling words that didn�t go past his lips,
�I�m here. Don�t worry. I won�t die. Just give me some more time.�

�Oh Harry!�

Then a noise of a door being opened, along with noises
of quick but light footsteps. A familiar walk- the Headmaster�s.

�How is he Poppy?� he asked with a worried but
mastered voice.

�He hasn�t yet awoken, Headmaster. I�m just a bit
worried. Mister Weasley told me that he cast the mind projection spell onto
Mister Potter during training, but he didn�t pronounce it correctly and...�

�I�m sorry, Professor� cut Ron off, his tears falling
on his pale cheeks. �I didn�t want to hurt Harry. I�ve made movement of the
wrist correctly and I�ve pronounced the spell but before I could finish to say
it, Hermione�s cat - Crookshanks - jumped on me. I guess he thought I wanted to
play with him, and...�

�It�s not your fault Mr. Weasley� answered Dumbledore
softly. �I don�t think it will be long before young Mr. Potter is back with
us?� He looked at the mediwitch for confirmation.

�I think yes, Headmaster, but I�m afraid of the
consequences. Nothing like this has happened before.�

Ron groaned.

�It�s not a lethal spell, and if Mr. Potter
experiences any side effects, I am sure St. Mungo�s will be able to handle it.�

mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>�Like we have already done so often. Poor Harry. So
young and nevertheless...�

Harry was stunned that Dumbledore had said this last
sentence but he was more when he heard his friend say after that, �Reassuring
my ass! I want you to open your eyes Harry. Forgive me.�

Harry felt himself again being snatched by the
nothingness. His extremities were becoming heavier and he fell asleep again in
turmoil of paradoxical thoughts.

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As Harry opened his eyes, he was quite positive it was
daytime. Did someone all of a sudden decide to turn the sun brighter? Putting a
hand over his eyes, he heard someone squeal.

�Harry!�

Between his fingers, Harry saw a dark form rush
towards his bed. Suddenly, he found himself buried by an ocean of frizzy brown
hair that smelled like green apples.

�Hermione� murmured Harry.

His voice was a little bit muffled due to the hair in
his mouth. He cleared his throat and his friend gave him the glass full of
water that Madame Pomfrey put on his night stand.

Harry drank avidly and looked at Hermione who had
tears in her eyes.

�I�ve been so worried,� she said, her lips trembling.
�Crookshanks was the one who distracted Ron, and he�s my pet... It�s all my
fault....�

�No �Mione, it wasn�t your fault� corrected Harry,
shaking his head softly. �Everyone messes up on spells. And I�m still here, so
everything�s okay.�

His friend hugged him again, and smiled.

�Madame Pomfrey said to call her as soon as you woke
up, so I�ll go get her. I�ll stay outside the door until she�s done, and if she
agrees, we can both go to Gryffindor tower. Ron is waiting for is, and I told
him to stay there. You have no idea how guilty he is.�

Harry lowered his eyes. He had to have a talk with
Ron.

�Hermione, how long have I been in here?�

�Two days.�

�Two days?�

�Yeah, it�s 6:30 in the afternoon on Wednesday. You�ve
been unconscious the whole time.�

�No, not really, at some point I heard Ron and Dumbledore
talking ab...�

�Ah Mister Potter, finally awake! Miss Granger, you
should have told me that my patient wasn�t unconscious anymore!� exclaimed
Madame Pomfrey, entering into the room.

�I was about to call you Madame. I�ll be outside.�

The mediwitch nodded affirmatively and Hermione winked
at Harry. She mouthed to him that she�d be back soon.

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�Well, apparently, you�re fine Mister Potter,�
announced Madame Pomfrey. �As soon as you get dressed, you can return to your
house. I�ll inform the Headmaster. Please come back here if you notice anything
unusual.�

�All right Madame Pomfrey� said Harry, almost finished
putting on his robes.

As he stepped outside the hospital wing, he saw
Hermione, and gave her a quick smile.

The young woman was immediately reassured. If the
tyrannical Madame Pomfrey had let her friend get out, it meant that he was
fine. And Hermione, being the witch she was, began to tell Harry what had
happened during the classes he had missed during this past two days.

At the corner of a corridor, they met Draco Malfoy and
his two bodyguards, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

The young blond man�s lips stretched instantaneously
in an ironic and conceited smile.

�Oh Scarhead and Mudblood!�

�Oh Scarhead and Mudblood!� exclaimed Draco as his
eyes were wandering on the two Gryffindors with disgust.

Harry looked at the Slytherin with wide-opened eyes.
What was wrong with him at repeating twice the same thing as if they had not
already heard?

�We�re not deaf Malfoy, you don�t need to repeat
yourself.�

Draco raised an eyebrow and Hermione glanced at her
friend, frowning.

�What is he talking about? I�m not even gonna try to
understand him, he�s not worth my time. He�s a Gryffindor� thought Draco.

�Malfoy, you�re the one who isn�t worth anyone�s
time!� answered Harry furiously. �Come on Hermione, it�s useless talking to
them, they don�t care anyways.�

After having said these words, the young man took his
friend�s arm and dragged her away from the Slyins.ins.

�Grumpf� thought Crabbe.

�.......� thought Goyle.

�How did he know that I thought they weren�t worth
while?� wondered Malfoy. �Oh I must have said it so much that he knows it now.�
He sniggered ironically.

�Harry? Why did you say that to Malfoy?� asked
Hermione who was almost running now to follow him. Harry was so angry that he
didn�t even notice he was walking faster.

�You heard everything he said, right?�

�Everything he said?� repeated the girl.

�Yes!�

�But... But he has just said �Oh Scarhead and
Mudblood!�. He didn�t say anything else.�

The young man stopped walking suddenly and it was all
she could do to not crash into him.

�You�ve heard as well as I did when he said that it
was useless trying to understand us, didn�t you?� asked him. His face was half
puzzled, half worried.

�No� responded Hermione softly, worried too.

They looked at each other in a heavy silence, thinking
the same thing.

�It�s not possible� murmured Harry.

�Oh my God� said Hermione.

�Do you believe that...?� he asked without finishing
his question.

�Can you read my mind?�

Harry stayed silent and concentrated himself while a
few seconds. He was staring intently at the chocolate eyes that were in front
of him and sighed, shaking his head negatively.

�Did you hear what Crabbe and Goyle were thinking?�

�No,� answered Harry. �I�ve just heard Crabbe
grumble.�

�No, Harry, he didn�t say anything. Only Malfoy spoke
to us.�

�What does that mean?� murmured the young man.

�I�m not sure� responded his friend.

�Hermione, if...�

�Well, well, well,� hissed a cold voice that echoed in
the corridor. �Potter? Finally awake or was it just a subterfuge to miss two
days of class without receiving detentions?�

Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts,
stood in front of two of his students, in his usual black robes. And surprise,
he was scowling and smiling viciously.

�No Professor, I didn�t do it to miss two days of
class,� replied dryly Harry. �I just woke up and...�

�Merlin, that mouth!�

Harry froze and, completely stunned, noticed that his
professor�s pupils were slightly dilated although the corridor was relatively
well lit. Professor Snape was staring intently at his lips.

�Very convenient Potter,� retorted Snape
sarcastically. �It just happened to be the day I gave the writing portion of
the NEWT Potions?�

�You could ask to Madame Pomfrey and to the Professor
Dumbledore if you don�t think I am telling you the truth...�

�And his tanned skin. It looks so soft.�

�No, Potter. Anyway, the Headmaster will talk to me about
that. You still need to take your Potion�s exam, however.�

�All right Professor.�

mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Harry swallowed with difficulty and tried to prevent
the blush that was threatening to invade his cheeks.

�Well, return to your common room. Potter, I�ll inform
you of the date for your exam, tomorrow after the class.�

�Leave now before I�ll really tear off your clothes.�

Harry nodded and breathed deeply. He was stiffening
more and more as his Professor kept on thinking.

�And this arse. Mmmmmm.�

Shocked, Harry turned himself rapidly towards his
teacher and met his burning gaze. His cheeks slightly pink, Snape looked away
quickly and tried to put a longer distance between
himself and the Gryffindor.

However, Harry could still hear some of his
Professor�s thoughts.

�I hope he didn�t see me looking at him like that...
wanting him... Oh my god, that mouth! Mmmmm...�

�So Harry? Did you hear him?�

The young man turned his head towards his friend, his
eyes and expression were speaking more than words.

�Oh poor Harry,� murmured Hermione, taking him into an
embrace. �I don�t know what he was thinking, and I�m almost positive I don�t
want to.�

�Me either� said Harry to himself but it was too late
now, really.
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