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Controlled Emotions	By : LeviosaHex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 23983 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N – This story originally was meant to be fairly short and purely be about some aspects of human emotion and the first 7 chapter are just that however it has changed and grown on me and will probably lead into a sequel that will be based on this... anyway it is not canon compliant and is set at the beginning of Harry's 7th year. Professor Dumbledore isn't dead etc etc...

Warnings: Will contain male/male sexual content. Rated M for a reason!

Chapter 1 Anger.

0830hrs Great Hall

Harry was glad to be back at Hogwarts after the long summer holidays. Not that his relatives had been particularly awful, but Hogwarts was his home, and he planned to enjoy this year since it would be his last. Harry smiled as he sat down at the breakfast table in the Great Hall with his friends, Ron and Hermione, and spread out his new timetable he had just collected from Professor McGonagall. He was eager to see when he could fit in time for Quidditch practice for the Gryffindor team, but as he looked over the parchment he groaned. His first class was Potions.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath looking at the parchment in disgust.

"Ughh, double fuck," he said louder this time when he saw that Potions was the first class of the day every day.

Ron, who was sitting opposite Harry, looked up from his plate of bacon and eggs, and frowned. "What's up mate?" he asked.

"We've got Potions first thing every day," Harry managed to respond through clenched teeth. It was all he needed to say to be understood by his friend of 6 years.

"Oh yeah. I know. Its crap, isn't it? He's teaching Defence this year too, and we've got that every day as well," Ron said stuffing food into his mouth.

"You have got to be bloody kidding me!" Harry replied scanning the timetable again.

"Nope 'fraid not. I forgot you weren't at the Welcoming Feast and missed the announcements. Snape's teaching both subjects this year. They couldn't find a replacement for Slughorn."

Harry slumped forward in his seat and banged his head on the table a few times before resting it there in despair, his good mood was now only a fleeting memory.

0920hrs Potions Classroom.

Harry had been in the Potions classroom for twenty minutes but his concentration was already slipping. Snape had sneered at him from the moment the class had started, and although he was trying to ignore the constant barrage of barbed comments and evil looks, his bad mood was making it difficult to do so.

"Are you completely incompetent Potter? Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention with me after dinner tonight," Snape barked suddenly.

"What? I haven't done any..." Harry tried to speak calmly but was cut off by Snape darting across the room, planting his hands on his desk and towering over him.

"Why does it not surprise me that you have yet to learn to keep that mouth of yours shut? In the six years I have had the displeasure of teaching you have I once listened to your inarticulate excuses? Have you ever managed to persuade me to change my mind on any given punishment?"

Harry opened his mouth to protest but nothing came out. The ball of anger in his gut grew.

Snape stalked back to his desk in a billow of robes.

"Detention tonight and tomorrow night for having the audacity to question me, and as for not having done anything yet...I clearly stipulated grind not bash the snake fangs!"

"But it's Quidditch trials' all week Sir!" Harry managed to splutter through clenched teeth. Anger was bubbling in his veins now causing his face to flush, and his heart to pump faster.

Snape whipped back around and glowered. "Will you ever learn, you imbecile? Do you think I give a damn about what mindless activity you have planned for this week? You have earnt yourself detention every night this week, for sheer stupidity," Snape said in a menacing tone.

"Bastard!" Harry muttered louder than intended.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for inappropriate language directed at a Professor. Keep it up, Potter, at this rate you will go down in the annuals of Hogwart's history for losing the highest number of points for their house in one day!"

Harry lowered his gaze and bit the inside of his mouth to stop him from screaming at the evil sadistic git. He wanted to punch the ugly sneering bastard and break his big nose.

1405hrs Defence Classroom.

"In this class, you will be concentrating on your duelling skills. There is no advantage to be gained by knowing the theory behind defensive strategies and spells if you cannot cast them. However, to master the advanced techniques required, you will need to..." Snape paused and looked directly at Harry before continuing, "...control your emotions and discipline your mind. Something, I fear, will be impossible for some of you."

Harry glared back at Snape with anger clear on his face. Snape smirked at Harry infuriating him even more.

"Bloody hell mate, he's really after you this year," Ron muttered in Harry's ear once Snape had recommenced pacing in front of the class and was out of earshot.

Harry was too angry to respond to his friend. He could feel the tension across his shoulders' increase, and his head started to pound.

"Each Gryffindor will be paired with a Slytherin for this class, and you will remain with the same partner for the entire term. I suggest you work together to refine your skills out of class as well as in, since to fight an enemy you must first understand them." There were loud groans from both Gryffindors and Slytherins at the prospect of spending time with someone from their rival house.

"Mr Malfoy, you will be with Miss Granger. Mr Weasley, with Miss Greengrass. Mr Longbottom, Miss Parkinson..." Snape had to raise his voice to be heard over the groans and complaints at his choice in pairs; however, a silence fell over the class when Snape finally turned to Harry.

"Mr Potter, how unfortunate. There appears to be an odd number in this class. You... will be paired with... me."

Malfoy and a few other Slytherins sniggered. The Gryffindors gasped. Harry couldn't believe the sadistic git was goading him like this, and looked up to see black eyes full of sneering amusement focused on him. Not breaking the eye contact, Harry tried to show the bullying git he would not be intimidated by him, but Snape only raised an eyebrow at him before turning his back and continuing in his normal lecturing tone.

The object of the lesson was to learn how to anticipate the actions of an attacker. One member from each pair was to cast as many minor hexes at their partner using varying techniques and timing, whilst the other, was only to try to block. Harry fully expected Snape to be the one attacking, since it would give the git an ideal opportunity to humiliate him. However, much to Harry's surprise, Snape took the defensive role. In fact, the Professor even gave him some helpful instruction on stance and timing before the practice session commenced. Harry didn't know how to react to Snape giving him advice. The change in his demeanour made him nervous, but as soon as Harry began his attack the familiar sneering, condescending attitude returned. Snape blocked every spell Harry cast with a lazy flick of his wand, and smirked at him the entire time, whilst making sneering comments about his lower than average ability and non-existent intelligence.

Harry was exhausted both mentally and physically by the time the class ended, and stormed out of the classroom as soon as the class was dismissed. He wished he could throw one last hex straight at the Professor whilst his back was turned, but managed to control the urge. The last thing he needed was more detentions or to be expelled for attacking a teacher.

"Harry, you need to calm down!" Hermione said grabbing his arm once she had caught up with him.

"Calm down? Calm down! Are you serious? Didn't you see what happened in there? That bastard was goading me and trying to humiliate me!"

"I don't think he was Harry. I actually don't think that was what he was trying to do at all."

Harry turned to look at the thoughtful expression on his friends face.

"Have you lost your mind Hermione? Of course he was! He hates me and loves nothing more than making me look stupid and incompetent!"

"For goodness sake Harry, you have to stop this. I am sure Professor Snape paired with you for a very good reason. You need to know how to fight someone of his ability and..."

Ron caught up with his friends and spoke over Hermione, cutting her off mid sentence.

"Bloody hell mate, that git was a complete bastard to you in there! He really does hate you eh?"

"See!" Harry spat at Hermione, who huffed, flicked her hair back, and stormed off. Ron looked at Harry in confusion, but Harry just rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. Harry was too caught up in his anger to see that Hermione might actually have a point.

1900hr Professor Snape's Office.

Harry's anger had not dissipated by the time he was due in Snape's office for his detention. In fact, it had gotten worse. He was seething. He had just spent the last half-hour with Professor McGonagall, who had informed him that she had appointed Ginny as the Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor. She explained that it would be better for the team if the Captain could give of his or her time unreservedly, and since Harry would not be able to participate this week, she felt she had no other choice. The Head of Gryffindor seemed as upset about this as Harry, but Harry knew she was right. If it hadn't been for Snape, he would still be Gryffindor captain and be looking forward to the rest of his year. As it was, he wished he was back at the Dursleys'. It was in this mood that Harry stormed down to the Dungeons and knocked on Professor Snape's office door.

The sneering voice of the Potions Master assaulted Harry's senses' the moment after he knocked and instructed him to enter. The sound of it made his stomach lurch.

Snape ignored Harry as he entered, continued to ignore him as he walked further into the room, focusing instead on whatever it was he was reading.

"I'm here as requested for my detention, Sir," Harry spat through clenched teeth.

Snape sighed and put down his quill, "Indeed you are," he replied, looking him up and down as he slowly rose from his seat, and walked around to the front of his desk.

"Tonight you will be resuming your Occlumency lessons. For some reason, the Headmaster still holds the belief that I am the best person to teach you this skill," Snape informed him calmly.

Harry's stomach sank. "What? I don't believe you! Dumbledore said the lessons with you had been a farce! There is no way he would ask you to teach me anything if he had a choice!"

"I am fully aware what our lessons were, Mr Potter, and farce is too mild a word to describe the complete incompetence you showed for the skill during them. However, Professor Dumbledore has indeed requested that I try again. He seems to think you have matured over the last two years and may now be able to find the discipline required to master the shielding of your mind."

Harry wanted to scream, to hit out and smash something, anything, but preferably the evil git in front of him.

"Clearly you are still unable to control your emotions or discipline your mind; therefore, I plan to take a different approach this year. You will not question my methods and will do as I say without argument, is that clear?" Snape spoke slowly and quietly.

Harry was speechless. He couldn't believe Dumbledore had asked Snape to start these lessons again. He knew it was important that he learnt to shield his mind, but the last person he would learn anything from was the man standing in front of him.

"Is that clear, Mr Potter?"

Harry nodded whilst trying to calm his pounding heart.

"We will begin immediately," Snape informed him calmly.

Every muscle in Harry's body tensed as he remembered having his mind invaded previously, and the pain and anger it had caused. Harry focused all his rage on Snape as he waited for the first Legilimens to hit him, but Snape did not reach for his wand, instead, he leant back against the front of his desk, folded his arms, and looked intently at Harry before speaking again.

"Close your eyes" Snape eventually whispered quietly.

"Sorry?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I said close your eyes. Are you deaf as well as stupid?" Snape sneered his calm demeanour slipping slightly.

"I heard what you said, but why the hell do you want me to close my eyes?"

"Do as I say Potter, unless you want this week to extend to the entire term."

Harry emitted a low growl, but warily closed his eyes.

"Tell me what you are feeling."

Harry opened his eyes again. He wasn't going to just stand there and answer questions about what he was feeling. He found it difficult to talk about his emotions at the best of times and to share anything personal with Snape was just not going to happen.

"For fuck sake Potter, just do as I say. Close your eyes and try answering some simple questions, or we are going to be here all bloody night."

Harry was shocked by Snape's language. He had never heard the man swear before, and it concerned him that Snape was about to lose his temper, so he closed his eyes and tried to quell the urge to slap the bullying bastard in the face.

"Tell me how you feel," Snape asked again.

"How the fuck do you think I feel?" Harry said, not giving a toss about his language.

"Well, it is obvious that you are angry. You have never been very good at hiding your emotions Potter. Tell me who it is you are angry with."

"Who the hell do you think?" Harry had to fight to keep his eyes closed, and not just grab the sadistic git and punch him.

"I presume the answer would be me," Snape answered with amusement.

"Too bloody right it's you!" Snape's amusement only served to increase Harry's anger.

"What is this anger making you want to do?"

"I want to slap the smirk off your face. I want to grab you and ..." Harry was cut off mid rant.

"What sensations do you associate with this anger Mr Potter? Is your stomach tied in knots? Are your muscles tense and shaking? Is your heart racing? Is there a heat rising from your gut that is consuming you?" Snape's voice had dropped to a low resonate whisper.

"I suppose all of these things. That's what most people feel when they are angry, is it not? Look. What is this about?"

Harry opened his eyes to find Snape standing about two feet in front of him, staring at him intently.

"Keep your eyes closed, Potter."

Harry growled but obliged. He was a bit confused by the look in Snape's eyes and wanted to close all images of him out.

"So let me recap. Your muscles are tense; you feel hot and flushed; your heart is pounding, and you want to... grab me, slap me...in other words...touch me?"

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the words were lost when he felt the briefest press of warm lips against his. His eyes flew open in shock. Snape was standing so close he could feel the man's breath on his face, but it was the look in the black eyes that made Harry's breath hitch. They radiated an intense emotion he couldn't immediately decipher.

Was it anger? No, not anger.

Desire?

Oh God Harry thought, as his mind went blank and his anger vanished.

"Your detention is over," Snape barked before sweeping out the room, leaving Harry trembling.

A/N please let me know what you think! LHx
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