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Controlled Emotions	By : LeviosaHex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 23984 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Warnings: Rated M for a reason. Contains adult male/male sexual content and will contain more as the story progresses. I you don't like please don't read x

Chapter 2 Fear

Day 1 continued

Harry stood frozen to the spot in Snape's office after the Potions Master had swept from the room. It had taken a moment or two for his mind to register what had just happened, for his mind to come back from nothingness, to start feeling again. What he felt however, he couldn't fathom. Once he regained enough of his senses to move, he fled back to Gryffindor Tower and as far away from the dungeons and Snape as he could.

1945hrs Gryffindor Tower

Ignoring his friends, who were sitting in the common room chatting, Harry headed straight to the boy's dorm to fetch his broom. He could hear Hermione calling after him with concern clear in her voice, but he couldn't face them right now, he had to work out what the hell he was feeling, and try to find some rational explanation for what had just happened, but he knew he was not going to find one easily.

He heard a gentle knock on the dorm door moments after he had slammed it shut.

"Harry it's me, Hermione. Can I come in?" the gentle voice of his friend came from behind the closed door.

It took all Harry's concentration to form the words of his response; his mind was still detached from reality."Go away 'mione. Not in the mood. Talk tomorrow."

The door creaked open, and his friend entered anyway. A gentle hand was placed on his back as he rummaged under his bed searching for his broom. Harry jumped at the touch.

"Harry you are shaking! What on earth has happened?" Hermione sounded a little alarmed.

"Nothing. Just leave it. Snape. Usual bastard," Harry snapped.

"You can't allow him to get to you so badly. You have been angry all day. It's not good for you."

Harry stood with his broom in his hand and faced his friend. His eyes were wide, and he was still trembling.

"What on earth happened? You look...scared!"

"NOTHING! Just leave it!" Harry was becoming annoyed but regretted his words as soon as they were out when he saw the hurt look on his friends face.

"Sorry" he muttered. "Not scared, just angry," his monosyllabic responses continuing.

"I thought you had a two-hour detention with Professor Snape. Why are you back so soon?" Hermione spoke quietly trying to take a different approach.

"He let me go early. He must be going soft."

Harry tried to laugh, but it came out a strangled grunting sort of sound as he thought of soft lips on his.

Hermione gave him a strange questioning look.

Sighing, Harry tried to focus on his friend and her some sort of explanation for his current demeanour.

"We had an argument. The detentions were planned. Dumbledore asked him to restart my Occlumency lessons." Harry hoped this would get Hermione off his back since he really wanted some time alone to think.

"Oh! Well, I know you hated them in the past, but you do need to learn Harry. I hope you didn't just storm out when he told you. You will just have made it more difficult for yourself if you did. He's obviously been goading you to give you an excuse for being in the dungeons every night. You can't exactly claim you need remedial Potions or Defence lessons this year, can you? You got two O's in those subjects!"

"Get real 'mione! He loved every minute of taunting and humiliating me!" Harry's frustration at having to stand discussing this kicked in and he almost shouted at his friend.

"I really don't think he did, I told you that earlier, after class, remember?"

"He hates me, of course he enjoyed it! Now please, can we just drop it?"

Hermione huffed and shook her head as she turned to leave.

"Well, if you ever need a friend to talk to..."

"I know Hermione, thanks, but I'm fine," Harry said trying to smile, trying to appear calm as thoughts of Snape's lips plagued his mind.

Once Hermione left, Harry ran to the Quidditch pitch where he flew, high and fast, trying to concentrate on trying out new tricks and pushing every other thought out his head. He landed just before curfew feeling a little better with his body buzzing from exertion, but the high didn't last long. Memories of the day crowded back in as he walked back to the castle, suffocating him. Flying had only managed to delay dealing with his thoughts and feelings Harry realised with dismay. He couldn't breathe, and his chest tightened as a panic attack threatened. He broke into a run and headed to the only place he had found clarity and peace in the past.

Day 1 2300hrs Astronomy Tower

Harry stood looking over the lake from the top of the Astronomy tower trying to take deep, cleansing breaths of the night air into his restricted lungs. It was a beautiful night and a warm, light breeze silently breathed between the stone pillars, reached into every alcove and caressed him as it went. Watching the ripples that played over the dark water of the lake Harry could feel the calming effects of the silence take effect and he started to sort through his jumbled thoughts and emotions.

He had been angry with the Greasy Git, hadn't he? So why was he now not so sure? His whole body had started trembling the moment Snape had kissed him. He had kissed him, hadn't he? Maybe he had just imagined it. The look he had seen in his Professor's eyes had his mind reeling, surely he had just misread the usual angry loathing as something else entirely, something that was more fitting of the kiss he thought he had felt.

Harry couldn't quite hold on to any one of his conflicting emotions. Anger? Maybe. He still wanted to shake the man, still wanted to wipe the smirk of his face, still wanted to scream, still felt tense and his stomach was still in knots but was it anger? He no longer knew for sure. It had changed somehow.

Had he actually liked the feeling of having the man's lips against his? He ran his tongue unconsciously over his own at the memory of the soft, warm touch and shivered. His stomach flipped over, his hands were sweaty, his mouth was dry, and his heart missed a beat.

Closing his eyes he tried to focus on anything but that touch, anything but the heat that had, in that instant, radiated from his lips and consumed him, taking his mind and shattering his thoughts.

He was scared he suddenly realised. Hermione was right. He was scared of his thoughts, scared that he might have actually liked being kissed by that bastard, scared of seeing the man again, scared it would happen again, scared at having the familiar feeling of anger robbed from him in an instant, scared he no longer knew who he was.

Harry wanted to get far away from the castle, he wanted to hide; hide from himself and his messed-up mind and the sadistic git who was playing with it. He turned away from the scenic view in front of him, but his head spun and the panic attack hit him full force.

Day 2

0100hrs Astronomy Tower

Harry woke from a disturbing dream, he must have dosed off whilst recovering from the worst panic attack he had ever had. His bum was numb and his back ached from sitting propped up against a stone wall. He tried to capture the fleeting images of his dream and fear ran down his spine. Snape threatening him, placing him under imperius, controlling his mind, his emotions. "It was just a dream," he muttered to no-one. "Snape is an evil, sadistic bastard, he scares the shit out of me, but I am still angry with him," he said matter-of-factly, as if trying to convince himself. "How dare he fuck about with my head!" Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak, and headed back to Gryffindor tower feeling a little better as the familiar sensations of anger returned even if he was now more scared of the man than he had ever been in the past.

0900hrs Potions Classroom

Standing with his friends outside the Potions classroom waiting to be allowed in, Harry's anxiousness at seeing Snape this morning increased from the low simmering level it had been all night, to something almost unbearable. Everyone was a bit scared of him; even the Slytherins Harry thought as he looked around his year mates. No-one dared enter his classroom without being told to do so first, too scared of the retribution they knew would come if they did. This knowledge made him feel a little better. A little less abnormal. The feeling didn't last long however, when he realised that none of those around him would be afraid of the man kissing them or would have spent the night consumed by thoughts of him doing just that.

"Oh god," he groaned as his anxiety spiked. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet and rubbed his sweaty hands together as his heart picked up pace, and his stomach flip-flopped. He didn't know how he was going to cope with the next hour.

The door opened with a bang as the commanding voice bellowed out over the waiting students. Snape looked and sounded as though he was in a foul mood.

"Find your seats quietly and open your books to page 394."

Ron leant over to Harry and whispered in his ear as they sat down. "Bloody hell mate! He looks as though he is ready to cast an Unforgivable at any moment!"

"Shh Ron, I could do without any more detentions!" Harry hissed back quietly staring at his feet, staring anywhere other than the black-robed figure at the front of the room.

"Potter," Snape growled in a slow dangerous tone. "I said quietly. That means not talking. I would have thought you would have learnt to keep that...mouth of yours shut yesterday." Deep onyx eyes met with wide green ones.

Oh shit! What the fuck is he playing at? Did he just say what I think he said in the way I think he said it? Is that anger in his eyes or something else? Is he looking at my lips? Harry's mind went into overdrive as black eyes bored through him.

"Maybe you could get him to chew on some flobberworms for that potion you were talking about last year Sir," Malfoy sneered to an eruption of laughter from the Slytherins. "That would shut him up!"

Snape smirked at the comment but did not break the gaze. "I could indeed Mr Malfoy. In fact, I am sure I could think of a number of...activities that would render him unable to speak."

Harry thought he was about to pass out. His head was buzzing, and his breathing was rapid and shallow. His tongue darted out wetting dry lips unconsciously, immediately wishing he hadn't when Snape's eyes widened ever so slightly at the gesture, and an eyebrow quirked up before he spun around, and broke the gaze.

"Well, why haven't you all opened your books at page 394?" Snape barked.

Everyone reached for their books, but Harry was too stunned to move and sat chanting; oh my god, oh my fucking god, over and over in his head until Ron poked him in the ribs making him yelp in fright.

Snape seemed to still momentarily at the sound before turning around slowly to glare at him with an evil sneer. Harry dropped his eyes and fumbled with his book trying to find the page with shaking hands. The git had kissed him Harry thought. Any doubts he'd had about that fact vanished, and now Snape even appeared to be threatening him with doing so again!

"In today's lesson we are going back to the basics, since some of you have yet to master the fine art that is ingredient preparation. You will practice chopping, crushing, grinding and dicing. You will choose one ingredient, per preparation method, from the lists in your books, together with the most appropriate implement for each task, and return to your seats once you have everything you need," Snape instructed as he idly indicated to the vast storerooms with a wave of his hand.

The class lined up at the storage cupboards, books in hand, chose various ingredients and implements, and returned to their seats. Once they were all seated again, Snape rose from his desk.

"You will begin with chopping. It is the easiest preparation method and generally indicates that the ingredient provides an additional, not essential, property to the overall potion. Can anyone give me an example?"

Hermione's hand shot up.

"Miss Granger," Snape sighed after looking around the room, seeing no other hands raised.

"Phragmites may be added to any potion that has a main ingredient that is likely to cause nausea, since it calms the stomach, thereby reducing the likelihood of the person suffering from this side effect."

"Phragmites may indeed be added to almost any potion without changing the desired effect of the main ingredients, and it would be chopped for this purpose,"

Snape began weaving his way in and out of the desks, looking over people's shoulders as they worked.

Harry couldn't concentrate, but his mind froze completely when he felt the intimidating figure approach him from behind. Something cold and metal touched the back of his neck. It lightly ran from one side across to the other causing Harry to stop chopping as a shiver ran down his spine. The shiver was quickly replaced by a warm radiating heat as Snape pressed his body gently against his back.

"Mr Potter, I believe this would be a more appropriate choice of implement to chop parsley." A hand appeared over his shoulder that held out a sharp two handled mezzaluna. Harry realised it must have been one of the cold metal handles of this knife that he had felt run over his neck.

Reaching a shaky hand toward the proffered knife, he grasped it by the other handle, but Snape did not let go. Instead, he leant down and whispered in his ear, so quietly that Harry had to strain to hear what he said.

"Are you sure you can co-ordinate your trembling hands to use a knife that has two very sharp blades? I wouldn't want you to lose any fingers now, would I?"

Before Harry could formulate an answer, Snape continued in a louder voice and let go of the knife.

"Interesting choice of herb, Potter, can you tell me what it is most commonly used for?"

After a brief pause, Harry muttered the only thing that came to his mind.

"Erm... well ...as a garnish, in cooking?" He knew the answer was stupid as soon as he had said it, but it was out of his mouth before he could think of anything better.

"You're in a Potions class, you idiot, not cookery. We are talking about the magical properties of ingredients, not their flavour, colour or texture!"

The Slytherins sniggered again the noise echoing through the room.

"Emmm yeah ...sorry... but you did ask for its common use Sir."

Snape growled as Harry prepared for another sarcastic retort.

Hermione's hand shot up again.

Snape ignored her as he walked slowly around to the front of Harry's desk, speaking as if only to him.

"Parsley is associated with both love and death. If you add it to a love potion, for example, it will cause the love interest to forget you, to hate you, in other words, have the opposite effect. However, if added to certain poisonous brews or taken immediately after ingesting one, it will give the drinker protection from death," Snape paused and lowered his voice so only Harry could hear.

"Odd that you should choose something with such duplicity at the core of its nature, something involving love and hate, death and protection from it."

Harry fought to try to find the meaning of the man's words, to form some sort of answering retort, but couldn't and an uneasy feeling in his gut grew. The reference to love and protection unsettled him deeply, as did the talk of hate and death. All of these things had ruled his life since he was a baby, continued to rule him, causing him much distress and turmoil, making it more difficult to control or understand his emotions fully.

Despite his turbulent emotions, the class continued fairly well with only the odd menacing glare coming his way, when his hands, trembling as they were, let something else drop to the floor. By the time they got to the last ingredient, the one that required to be ground, Harry had started to control his anxiety a little, which allowed the more familiar sensation of anger to filter through. In a strange way, he now found it to be comforting. Placing his snake fangs in the mortar, Harry concentrated on grinding, and not just bashing them as he had done the previous day, but wasn't managing particularly well in getting them to break up, and finally resorted to bashing them, just the once, but as soon as he had made this slip, Snape approached, again from behind, leaned over him, and covered his hand with his own larger one, stilling his movement.

"Mr Potter. Once again, you seem incapable of distinguishing from merely battering something, to grinding it with care and precision."

Harry held his breath and closed his eyes momentarily before Snape spoke again.

"Let me show you," was softly purred in his ear. Harry could feel the man's breath against his hair, moving it slightly. His stomach jumped at the sensation, and the sound of the man's voice made his cock twitch ever so slightly as he was pressed against his desk by the weight of the body behind him.

Oh Merlin, what the fuck is happening to me Harry thought as he closed his eyes again for a second, trying to calm down.

Snape increased the pressure of his grip, pressing down hard, trapping Harry's fingers painfully, crushing them, until Harry thought they might disintegrate as the Snake fang had just done.

Snape spoke again in a normal lecturing tone.

"You trap the ingredient under a steady even pressure before commencing a rocking motion not allowing the pestle to rise away from its target for the briefest of moments."

He continued grinding the snake fangs until they were dust and Harry tried to focus only on the hand that was on his, but the steady motion was being transferred up through Snape's arm and caused his body to rock against his back. Harry cast a quick glance around his classmates, who thankfully, all appeared to be concentrating on their work to notice anything untoward. Harry felt engulfed by the man and started to fight against the pressure on his hand in panic.

The git only increased the pressure and once again hissed in his ear.

"I could grind you Potter. Is that what you want?"

Harry let out a quiet gasp at the threat, but soon as the whispered words were out Snape's mouth the warm pressure vanished as the professor stepped back and let go of his hand. Harry's heart was pounding from the threat, but his cock was still hard from the physical contact, making his mind close down as it struggled to deal with the conflicting emotions of fear and desire rippling through him.

"Stop what you are doing, clean up your desks and put any equipment away before leaving quietly." Snape instructed the class calmly, as he strode back to his desk.

Harry quickly collected his books and fled the classroom.

1540 hrs Defence Classroom

Harry had had a free period after Potions, and once again he had taken to the skies. He had lunch in preference to spending time flying and pushing his physical limits in heart-stopping manoeuvres. He didn't care if he got hurt, didn't care much for anything but forgetting about Snape and flying to the extremes of his ability accomplished this, at least whilst he was in the air.

He had managed to get through two hours of Transfiguration without too much going wrong, although, he hadn't heard anything Professor McGonagall had said, his mind was too focused on the feeling of Snape's body moving against his and trying to work out a way to get out of going to Snape's Defence class.

Unable to come up with an adequate excuse for skipping class he had reluctantly gone but felt as though his mind was absent, as if it had fled to somewhere safer, when he entered the classroom.

The Defence class took to take the same form as the previous day, only this time it was Harry's turn to be on the defensive. He felt weak, vulnerable and completely drained emotionally and had not been looking forward to the inevitable round of hexes he was undoubtedly going to have to endure. However, after the first 40 minutes, much to his surprise, the class seemed to be going not too badly. He had managed to block all spells thrown at him fairly easily, but Snape didn't seem to be putting much power or effort behind his casting and Harry thought it odd considering this would be an ideal time for Snape to really humiliate him. He was convinced the more experienced wizard would suddenly cast a right blinder at him so had been in a hyper-anxious state for the whole class. However, his anxiety didn't help him when it came. What surprised Harry the most, was that Snape hadn't even raised his wand when he was hit square in the chest by what appeared to be some sort of binding and stunning hex that threw him to the floor with his arms bound above his head, and his legs spread wide. Snape looked momentarily shocked that the hex had hit him; as though he hadn't meant to cast it, and lifted it almost immediately but Harry lay motionless in the same position trying to catch his breath even though he was no longer bound.

"Get up Potter, or would you like me to replace the hex?" Snape asked quietly with what Harry thought sounded like a hint of amusement in his voice. "I could do so tonight, if that is what you want."

Eventually pulling in a harsh breath Harry managed to scramble to his feet, not daring to look at the bastard who had just threatened him again. He thought he recognised an amused suggestive tone in Snape's voice, a tone he had never heard coming from the man before, and it sent a shiver of fear down his spine. The git would love to tie me up and torture me. He really is an evil sadistic bastard.

Snape shouted over the noise of the class but did not look away from Harry.

"Wands away. Class dismissed. Remember to spend at least two hours a week meeting with you partner in an attempt to get to know each other. If you do not, I will know, and you will fail this class."

The initial sighs of relief at the end of the draining class were replaced with muttered groans as everyone filed out into the corridor in their pairs, grudgingly arranging meeting times.

Harry wanted to run from the classroom but found he couldn't. His lungs were struggling to catch-up with the oxygen deprivation caused by being stunned and bound but also because his anxiety was burning more oxygen than normal.

"Mr Potter, why are you still here? I thought you would have been the first out the door. You already have the pleasure of my company for more than the request two hours for this class," Snape looked at him questioningly, all suggestive amusement and threat gone.

"I think I am going to..." Harry stuttered before blacking out.

Coming around moments later, Harry opened his eyes to see a concerned face hovering above his and almost let out a scream. The concerned expression disappeared instantly to be replaced by one of sneering indifference.

"You should go into acting Potter. You have always had a flair for dramatics and attention seeking," Snape taunted.

"I didn't intentionally black out Professor! I missed lunch and I am very tired," Harry said trying to give an explanation for his fainting fit other than the truth about his anxiety.

"Whatever the cause, it does not give you a valid excuse to skip detention tonight. I expect you there at 7pm prompt, understood?"

Harry nodded and darted from the room.

Harry hadn't managed to eat much dinner; his friends had questioned and badgered him on what had happened in Potions that morning, and where he had been hiding all day. Ron had been more upset that he had gone flying without him than anything to do with Snape, but Hermione had asked him some difficult questions. He thought he had managed fairly well to hide his spiralling anxiety and answer them without giving anything away about why he was so distracted, but by the time dinner had finished he was glad to escape from his friends even though it meant it was time for his next detention.

Snape's Office 1850hrs

Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm his frayed nerves as he knocked on Snape's door.

"Who is it?" The gruff angry voice of the Potions Master was heard immediately in response.

"Ehh it's Harry... Emmm, I mean Potter...Harry Potter." God I can't even get my name out properly, no wonder Snape calls me a bumbling idiot he thought.

"Come in and close the door quickly behind you," the annoyed Professor commanded.

Harry froze on entering. Snape was dressed in full death eater robes.

"You are early. I was just about to change," Snape scowled and gave him a warning look.

"Oh right emm, I can go and come back again later, if you want."

"No need. Since you are here we may as well begin, but should anyone come to the door you will remain quiet until they leave, is that understood? I can't go scaring little children now can I?"

"Emm right yeah I suppose not."

"Close your eyes."

"Oh eh I am not sure about... well I am...well..."

"Spit it out Potter."

Harry sighed, resigning himself to just closing his eyes. He didn't want to explain that he was scared, scared of him, scared of what might happen whilst he had his eyes closed, scared of how the Professor made him feel.

"Nothing," Harry said closing his eyes "Just not sure what this has got to do with Occlumency."

"All will become clear to you soon if you are not the complete dunderhead I have always expected. If you are you will never be able to occlude, so the discussion will be mute. Now keep your eyes closed."

Harry could feel the man circle him, as though he was carrion, and the air moved as he wafted around him in his flowing Death Eater robes.

"Tell me how you are feeling tonight, Potter."

"Well emm, I'm still angry I suppose."

"Really? Is this...anger still making you feel the same way, urging you to do the same things?"

"Eh yeah, I suppose, but I also feel a bit...erm anxious I think," Harry stammered trying to get away from talking about anger, and what it made him want to do. He wished he hadn't mentioned it now.

"Anxious? Tell me, how does this anxiety makes you feel, what physical sensations are you experiencing?"

"I'm not sure how to describe them exactly."

"You must learn to identify the sensations associated with certain emotions if you ever have any hope of controlling them. Is your stomach still tied in knots as it was when you were angry?"

"No, it's more like something is running around inside it now."

"Carry on," Snape encouraged.

"I am a bit lightheaded; my heart is skipping beats and going too fast, and my mouth is dry."

"Mmmm those indeed are some of the classic symptoms of anxiety and fear, as well as other emotions."

"What is the cause for such fear Mr Potter?"

"I never said I was frightened, I said I was anxious, nervous I suppose."

"Nervousness, anxiety and fear are similar emotions. One usually stems from the other. However, I will rephrase the question, what is it that is causing your anxiety?"

"Well mmm being here...with you... I think."

"You are scared of me Mr Potter? The-Chosen-One, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the boy who is going to save the world from the most powerful dark wizard of all time, the golden boy of Gryffindor, the epitome of all things brave, is scared of me?" Snape sneered as he continued his slow circling.

"I am none of these things, and you know it, and yes, I think I am scared of you, a little." Harry opened his eyes as anger at the man's words mixed with fear of what would happen next.

"Keep your eyes closed Potter."

Harry closed them again.

"Why are you afraid of me?"

"Maybe because you are dressed in full Death Eater robes, maybe because I don't understand you or your motivations, maybe because I think you are capable of carrying out all the things you have threatened me with today and enjoy it. I have seen you cast the Cruciatus before, and you have to enjoy causing people pain to do it as effectively as you do," Harry spat.

"I am not going to discuss my use of the Cruciatus with you, or my motivations; however, I can assure you, what you think you may have seen, might not be strictly accurate. If I am not greatly mistaken, this is the reason for teaching you to Occlude is it not? As for threatening you today... I do not believe I did so once."

"You said you would make me chew flobberworms! You ran a knife across the back of my neck. You said you would grind me to nothing. You stunned and bound me and said you would do so again tonight."

"These were not threats. I did not say I would make you chew flobberworms, that was Malfoy's suggestion. I merely commented that I am sure I could come up with something equally entertaining to keep your mouth busy, did I not?

"Ehmm...Yeah something like that, but it was still a threat of a punishment nonetheless."

"That was not a threat Mr Potter that was a... joke. Although I am not surprised the subtle art of humour on this matter escaped you, but it was indeed a joke."

Harry realised that once again the man was playing with him, that he was freely admitting to having made a joke in class about kissing him. The sense that something was really wrong here grew, and panic started beating strong in his chest.

"As for the knife, it was just the handle, not the blade. Did it not feel pleasant against your hot, sweaty skin? Did it not send tingles down your spine?" Snape's voice had lowered to a resonate purr. "I agree the suggestion of grinding you or binding you may have been a little too much for you to understand as humour, but they certainly were not meant as threats."

Harry's mind cleared and understood everything in that instant. Snape was flirting with him. It wasn't pain he wanted to inflict. It was pleasure. Remembering the suggestive tone of Snape's voice from earlier, Harry shivered. As soon as the involuntary movement past, he became aware the man had stopped his endless circling, and tensed as he felt Snape's breath on the back of his neck. It sent a tingle down his spine but as the man's tongue flicked out and gently licked a line across it, from ear to ear, it was not just a tingle but a bolt of electricity that shot straight to his groin, making his cock harden instantly.

Harry groaned, his mind went blank and his fear disappeared.

His breathing remained heavy as it had done for most of the day, his stomach flipped over, his heart skipped beats, and his mouth was dry.

"I see that you like that, Mr Potter."

Harry opened his eyes to see Snape standing in front of him looking down at the obvious swollen bulge in his trousers. He was smirking at him, and there was excitement clear in his eyes.

"Whh...what the fuck is going on here Pp...professor?"

"Why don't you tell me what is going on? What are these sensations making you want to do... Harry?" Snape asked seductively.

Hearing his name being uttered by this man made Harry's eyes widen in surprise. Snape took a step toward him slowly; they were now only inches apart. Harry's heart was hammering against his chest, his cock was pulsating, his lips ached to feel the warm, moist touch of the other man's on his. Not breaking eye contact, Harry closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Snape's gently as if testing what the man's reaction would be, but as lust and excitement flooded the dark, deep eyes, Harry gasped and opened his mouth slightly. Snape took advantage of the slight parting of Harry's lips and pushed his tongue into his hot, willing mouth and deepened the kiss. Harry felt his knees go weak, but he was held up by a pair of strong arms that had circled around his waist, pulling his whole body closer in a tight embrace, his throbbing member pressed firmly against Snape's equally hard length. Harry's hips thrust involuntarily.

Snape broke the kiss suddenly at the erratic movement, looked down into Harry's flushed face and surveyed the bright emerald eyes of the panting young man in his arms.

"I believe you have may have been confusing desire and excitement as anger and fear Mr Potter. Detention is over." Snape released him and strode from the room.

A/N Well that turned out longer than expected! Hope you enjoy reading it. Please read and review this chapter, let me know what you guys think! LHx

Oh and if you are interested there is scientific proof about how we interpret physical sensations. How the same set of sensations can cause two different emotions, our responses to certain stimuli are generally programmed through experiences in childhood but can evolve later. For example one person might die of fear at the mere thought of jumping of a high bridge with a piece of elastic around one ankle where another would find the prospect exciting. The sensations each person feels are the same, just interpreted differently.

* Mezzaluna– a single or double bladed curved knife that has a handle at both ends of the blade.

* Parsley – magical properties, according to certain Wicca beliefs, are indeed of love and protection.
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