Sorry, Professor

Bonding time or torture?

***Author's note***I am so happy with how this is going so far and it makes me even MORE happy to see that you guys are reading this! *tears dribble down cheek* It just means so much to me! I know that the story's been going pretty slow for some of you, but trust me, it gets better! I'm trying to achieve all the aspects of a good story (rising action, climax, and falling action) So yeah, this will be a long one so be prepared! Thank you all so much and I'll see you later you kiddles, you! :D

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

            With my backback strap in one hand, a book and several pieces of parchment in the other, and my wand in my mouth, I run to Snape's office as fast as I possibly can. I sprint down the corridors, my feet making tapping noises as they push off the ground and skit as I make sharp turns. Crap, I thought, now I'm going to be late to this stupid 'study lesson' thing as well, and this time I won't be able to argue with him because he gave me a specific time to arrive. I go to make another turn down some stairs but find myself slipping on the first step. All the stuff I was carrying fling from my hands as I catch myself halfway down. My incredible save and thanks to Merlin didn't last long as I felt a hard shove on my back. I fall again and this time I don't catch myself. However, even though I thought for sure I was going to break my nose, I felt surprisingly strong arms wrap around me as I was caught by a cloaked man. I look up at the dark figure and see Snape looking at me with the up-most disgust and disappointment.

           "Ah, Mr. Potter. Fancy seeing you here.... I was just on my way to fetch you. You're fifteen minutes late; you are aware of that, correct? Now, if you would be so kind as to stop clutching my robes, I would be ever so grateful," I pull my hands away as fast as though I had just touched a burning stove; my face feeling as hot as one. I back up from him and mumble, "Sorry," before going and collecting my stuff. I grab my backpack before I hear a heavy sigh from behind me. I looked over and say, "What?"

          "You're so slow," He says before waving his wand and placing all of my items into my bag. I blush again as I hoist the the bag over my back.

         "Sorry that I'm apparently incapable of doing anything by myself," I spit at him.

"I'd watch that tongue of yours, Mr. Potter,"

"Maybe if you showed some respect to me, I wouldn't have to!"

"Yes, and while I'm at it, why don't I just coddle and bottle feed you like everyone else does?"

"I am not bottle fed!"

           "Oh, really?" The rest of the way down to his office was silent. Not that I mind, he was a stupid git anyway. We weaved through some tunnels before stopping at his door. He opened it for himself and didn't even bother to hold It for me as he lets it swing to smack me in the face. I catch the door and say, "What was that for?"

    "Your payment for being late, falling on me, and your bratty attitude towards your teacher," He says as he seats himself at his desk. I put my bookbag on the ground and look around the room. The same chair is put in the corner, but there's no sign of a desk anywhere.

       "Um, Professor?" I ask.

"What is it you insufferable boy?" He says, rather annoyed, as he looks up at me from his papers.

"There's  no desk..."

      "Well then, you better figure something out," He says with a sneer. I look around once more and gather the chair. I look back at him and see that he's gone back to doing his work. I bring the chair over to his desk and set it across from him. I bring my bag over and see that he's lifted his head to see what I'm doing. I give him a devious smirk as I sit across from him and pull out some of my work; pushing some his stuff out of the way to make more room for mine.