Sorry, Professor

Just my luck

***Author's note*** Another FanFiction!!! (cheers heard in background) I'm just so original, aren't I (meant to be sarcastic) Anyway, this is one of my more 'unusual and I-hate-myself-because-I-love-this-ship-cause-it's-weird-but-I-love-it-anyway-no-matter-how-gross-it-is' ships. Yes, I'm talking about Snarry (Harry Potter X Severus Snape) This takes place in Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. All character and stuff belong to J.K. Rowling. Prepare for a fluff induced, lemon scented, love-hate joyride. This is still a work in progress, but i will try my best to see it to the end!!! I hate myself for this, but, as said before, I love it! Enjoy!!! :D

***Harry's point of view***

          I watched Snape proudly stand in front of our classroom full of fifth years, glaring at us (mostly me) down the bridge of his nose while scolding us of the importance of this particular year.

         "As you all already know, this year will take place your O.W.L exams. I expect you all to do your absolute best. Anything below an 'acceptable' will be awarded with my greatest and up-most displeasure,"

         At this he glared at Neville who had the nasty habit of ruining almost everything he touches. I watched him sink in him his chair a little as the rest of the Slytherins (mostly Draco) snickered at this. However, their attention was brought back to their potions professor as he cleared his throat and spoke yet again.

        "I expect for you all to complete a foot long essay on parchment on the procedures that are required in making a pollyjuice potion. I expect to see detailed and informative steps that even bumbling fools like yourselves can follow. You will find all the needed information to complete this assignment in your text books or in the library. I expect this to be completed by Monday. Don't disappoint me. Your time starts now."

          But as always, my friend Hermione had to raise her hand in the air to ask a question. I watched Snape stride over to his desk and pretend not to notice her until she began waving her hand about. Snape gave inmand raised his head. In a low voice he asked, "What on earth could it be, Miss. Granger?"

          The Class looked at her expectantly, wondering what question she had today. Hermione cleared her throat and said in a strong voice, "Will this be on our O.W.L exams?"

          "Yes, Miss. Granger. Of course it is! Why on earth would I lecture you about the exams in the first place if this potion was not to be included? Now, start reading! And don't bother me with anymore ridiculous questions." Hermione's face went red but she did as she was told and re-read the passage on the pollyjuice potion. I on the other hand was struck with anger and had a mind to give Snape a nasty little hex. My hand clutched my wand angrily as I refrained from having an outburst. Why does he have to be such a git all the time? She was just asking him a simple question. Would it really hurt anyone for him to be the least bit civil to his students? I thought. Ron noticed my displeasure and whispered to me, "Ignore em' Harry. He probably got a bludger stuck up his ass."

               We both laughed silently at this; but apparently not silent enough.

               I heard Snape say in a very board voice, "10 points from Gryffindor. Hopefully, Potter, you will have learned by now that talking is not allowed in my classroom at any given time." And with that, he gave me a rather gruesome sneer and continued grading papers. I had the urge to chuck the textbook at his greasy head but decided not to. I angrily read, not retaining a single word as the bell rang.

              On my way out, I heard the bastard say, "Mr. Potter, stay after class. I need to have a word with you." Great, I thought. Just what I wanted, to spend even more time with my favorite teacher! I reluctantly said goodbye to Hermione and Ron as they gave me pitied looks and continued on without me. I was now alone in the dark dungeon with my most hated professor. I hadn't even bothered to set my bookbag down. I would stand before him with the same hatred and disrespect he had always given me. Snape stood at his desk and glared at me; expression full of complete and utter despise.