The Finding of the Journal

þÿChapter 1: The Finding of the Journal(otherwiseknownasIcouldn'tthinkofagoodtitle) hpsshpsshpsshpsshpsshpss 'How DARE he!' Thought Harry 'Why should I have to stay when half the class packed up before I did!' Taking his seat once again, Harry pulled out his quill and the journal he'd kept since the begging of sixt year and started writing. It wasn't long before five minutes turned into ten, and soon an hour and a half had passed. Sadly, about five minutes earlier the door had opened, Harry didn't notice it. Nor did he notice the closing of the door or the clicking of heels and Snape swiftly walked to just behind Harry. He did, however notice the ghosting of hot breath as the Potions Proffessor whispered "You may leave now Potter." over his neck causing poor Harry to bolt up, grab his bag, and ran out of the class while trying to appear to be walking. Sad really. Snape gave a low chuckle just as the door closed. 'maybe I should do that more often.' He mused turning around to get a headache potion before working on correcting student test parchments. He was almost to his cuboard until he tripped over what appeared to be a dark green journal with silver writing that read 'Property of Harry Potter' across the cover. Picking up the journal he made his way to his private quarters, forgetting all about grading assignments. Mummbling the password he stepped inside and sat down in his favorite chair infront of the fireplace while waving his hand in a show of wandless magic and closing the door. He opened the journal and began to read only to stare in shock a moment later at the test that seemed to be focused on one person in particular....him. Well, with the exception of a couple entries about quiditch. Skimming through the first ten pages or so he rea and entry that made him eyes nearly pop out of his head. It read: End of 6th year, June 10th. Merlin I can't stop thinking about him, his dark hair even though everyone says it's greasy, I don't think so It looks really soft, I feel like running my hands through it everytime I see him. Oh and those eyes, it's like they just see straight to my soul, though he always seems to have a pained expression as if he lost something and doesn't know where to find it. His hands, how I wish to have those hands roaming all over my body, touching and caressing me everywhere! How I would love to wake up in his arms after a long night of screaming his name ov er and over. I like the sound of it, how the end kind of slides off your tongue, Making is sound so sexy so.....seductive. I could just say it again and again and never get tired of it. Severus! Severus! Severus! Oh merlin, just thinking about it gives me the chills. How will I ever face him the same way again?! I couldn't guess what he'd do if he ever found out about my feelings. Oh well, he'll never know anyways. -Love Harry. Rubbing his forhead in irritation as he finished reading the entry, snape thought a little on how he would act around Harry after what he'd read. 'I truly am going insane' thought snape making his way to his bedroom and getting dressed in his night attire, which wasn't much considering it was a pair of dark green silk boxers and a muggle t-shirt that said "It wasn't me, I was blindfolded" on it. Wait a minute ' How am I going to act?! I'll damn well act the same this will not change anything.' and with a snort and a soft whispered 'Nox' the lights faded leaving Snape to think about the days events.......and that's when he had the realization of WHY he actually cared! hpsshpsshpsshpsshpsshpsshpss XP woohoo update in the same day I posted. Go my lack of anything better to do! Yeah!