The Tale of Two Enemies

Chapter 13

Snape stood in the potion's cupboard, it had seemed an exceptionally long time since Harry had left to retrieve a cauldron on his orders. His eyes darted to the door of the cupboard, as though doing so would reveal the answer to his curiosity. Yet even as his eyes fell upon the door, he couldn't help being reminded of an image frozen inside of his head, a memory that had happened only moments earlier.

Harry on his hands and knees, peering up at him. How would he look with something very large down his throat?

Would he still harbour that contemptuous look in his eyes?

Snape was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the fact that he was now salivating.

Damn it.

What was he thinking?

A shudder ran through his spine as he clenched his teeth. He had to find something else to occupy his time with, the current task clearly wasn't using up enough of his brain power if thoughts such as this kept surfacing.

Snape resigned from his task before striding for the classroom.

It didn't take him long to realise that the classroom was empty.

It appeared that Harry had fled.

But why?

Had cleaning out the potion's cupboard been that truly revolting?

No.

Snape's eyes fell upon his desk before succumbing to an overwhelming compulsion to check if that damn notebook was still there.

The professor darted around his large wooden contraption before discovering the answer to his curiosity in one foul swoop.

His desk draw was ajar.

He most certainly had not left it that way.

This could mean only one thing.

Harry had been rifling through his things.

He must have seen him put it away after all.

Snape yanked the book from within the drawer before promptly slamming it shut.

*~.~*

"How was detention?" Ron offered his friend a smile marred with a mixture of concern and guilt. It was his fault after all that his best friend had to serve detention.

"Fine." Harry nodded in a high pitched, forced voice that suggested he was anything but fine.

Ron eyed him sceptically, as though trying to decide whether he should push his best friend for more details.

"Well goodnight." Harry stated somewhat out of the blue as he pulled back his bed sheets.

"What? You're going to bed now? But it's still early. "

"Yeah, real tired." Harry lied and they both knew it.

"Harry." Ron whined as he tried to think of something else to say to his best friend.

"What?"

"What really happened tonight?" Ron didn't bother to hide his concern as he carefully eyed his best friend.

Harry sighed before turning to face his friend.

If he couldn't tell Ron, then who could he tell?

"I found a book in Snape's drawer and it was a story about me." Harry sighed, relenting as he dared to look his best friend in the eyes.

Ron's eyes widened in horror, but not for the reason Harry might have suspected.

"Why do you look so shocked? I haven't even got to the shocking part yet."

"No reason." Ron had adopted the dark haired wizard's high pitch tone as he clamped his mouth shut.

This was not good.

"It was a love story between Snape and me." Harry screwed up his face as he forced the words from his lips.

Ron made his eyes open as wide as the sockets would allow, he had to at least appear surprised by this news, even though it wasn't exactly news to him.

"But why would he write something like that?"

"Wait, you think Snape wrote it?" Ron gasped, catching himself as he tried not to sound too surprised.

"Why? Who else would have written that? It was in his drawer, in his classroom and even the handwriting looked as immaculate as his." Harry winced slightly at the last bit of his justification.

Had he just complimented Snape?

A shudder ran through his spine, yet it seemed to settle in his groin.

No.

Not again.

"Yeah, your right, who else could have written it." Ron nodded in agreement, deciding it was best for Snape to take the hit instead of Hermione. Its not as though Harry didn't already have a strong distain for the man anyway.

"I have to go." Harry suddenly whimpered as the tightness in his groin seemed to become unignorable. He descended Gryffindor tower before searching for the nearest bathroom that still held a decent amount of privacy.

*~.~*

"Headmaster." Snape stated as he strode into the man's office.

"What is it Severus?"

"I have a problem I wish to discuss with you." He sighed, annoyed at himself for not being able to figure out this problem on his own.

"Why of course, have a seat." Dumbledore smiled over his half moon spectacles as he waved his arm toward a chair in front of his desk.

"It's about this." Snape sighed as he slowly dropped the book onto the headmaster's desk before taking the seat offered to him.

"Ah yes." Albus nodded as he collected the book in his fingers.

"Wait, you know what this is?" Snape seemed almost disturbed that he hadn't needed to explain this wretched notebook to the professor.

"Why of course. They are made by my good friend Finnieus."

"Well then, could you please tell your good friend Finnieus to undo the effects of this book." Snape spat as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Now now Severus, Finnieus is a reasonable man, I trust he will assist in this little matter."

"He is hardly reasonable as you suggest." Snape spat, crossing his arms over his chest as the memory of having a door slammed in his face was all too raw.

"How do you know that?" Dumbledore smiled, raising his eyebrows as he peered over his half moon spectacles.

"Because I already paid him a visit." Snape admitted before casting his eyes around the room. Its not as though he didn't already know what it looked like, but right now he was too infuriated to look Dumbledore in the eye.

"I see."

"He is nothing but a grumpy, sadistic old git."

"Now now Severus. I'm sure there is a very simple solution to this little dilemma."

"Little dilemma? Because of Miss Granger and that ridiculous book, I'm falling in love!" Snape gritted his teeth, seemingly unable to comprehend how much Dumbledore was behaving all too much like his friend Finnieus.

"Aww now Severus, you say that like it is a bad thing."

"It is bad! Because of your friend I'm falling in love with bloody Harry Potter."

The smile on Dumbledore's lips seemed to grow at a rate that only infuriated the potions professor further.

"What am I to do?"