I Just Love To Hex You

I Just Love To Hex You
Chapter 4
by Taran_Swann

It was several days before Harry was called on for another private lesson with Snape. It gave him plenty of time, too much in fact, to think about what had happened at the previous lessons.

He couldn’t blame himself for what happened the first time. He couldn’t block a spell he didn’t know about, but the second one had been different. He had felt in control and yet, not. When he kissed Snape he hadn’t felt the least bit repulsed, but … thrilled. Every time he looked at the man now, his lips tingled with the memory of that kiss.

Making his way down to the dungeon classroom, Harry went over in his mind the mirror spell he had just learned. With any luck, it would repel the love spell better than his last attempt. He understood why he needed to learn to defend himself against such an attack, but he couldn’t fathom why it had to be Snape, of all teachers, to teach him.

Harry entered the class with trepidation. He was sure he could perform the mirror spell correctly but was worried about whether it would work. The room was brightly lit this time and he noticed Snape sitting behind his desk. What surprised him was the fact that Snape seemed to be sound asleep, his head cradled in his arms on the messy surface.

Harry cleared his throat loudly and watched as Snape shot to his feet as though he had been kicked. Snape glared at him through blood shot eyes as he calmed his breathing. Harry had never seen anyone look so exhausted before. Even Snape’s greasy hair looked limp and weak.

“Late as usual, Mr. Potter,” Snape growled.

Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or scream so he remained silent, returning Snape’s glare. He almost winced in sympathy as Snape stretched his back painfully and came around the desk.

“Have beenbeen practicing? I really don’t have the time to waste this evening,” Snape asked as he leaned back against the top of the desk, ignoring the papers that fell off.

“Yes, sir.”

Snape pulled out his wand befobefore he could even finish the spell, Harry had his mirror shield in place. When the passion spell hit Harry, it was reflected back at Snape. Harry’s jaw dropped as Snape swooned. He just managed to catch the DADA professor before he hit the floor.

“Professor?” Harry called as he fanned Snape’s blushing face, cradling the man’s head in one arm.

Snape’s glassy eyes fluttered open and stared into Harry’s for a moment. Before Harry could react, Snape placed a hand at the back of Harry’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. Harry gasped in shock which allowed Snape’s tongue entrance to his mouth. It took Harry a moment to realize that he wasn’t doing anything to stop the kiss and was even enjoying it way more than he ought to.

Harry could t lem lemons and tea and a sweetness he thought must be honey. His nostrils flared with a faint musky scent that reminded him of sandalwood. Harry never imagined that his nasty, greasy, professor could taste or smell so good.

Harry pulled back to catch his breath. Snape’s hand moved from the back of his neck to caress his face tenderly.

“So beautiful,” Snape whispered, his eyes roving over Harry’s face.

Suddenly the door was thrown open causing it to bang loudly against the wall. Harry jumped but Snape barely flinched. Harry looked up to see a ruffled looking Snape standing in the doorway, the Time-Turner hanging loosely around his neck, with his wand pointed directlyhim him and the Snape in his arms.

“Extractum Cupido Ilicio,” Snape shouted from the doorway, his counter-part groaning as the spell was lifted. As Harry gently helped the professor to his feat, the one from the doorway disappeared.

“A mirror shield, Potter?” Snape asked incredulously as he swayed slightly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry, sir,” Harry said, feeling like a fool without any help from Snape. “I hadn’t considered the consequences to you with using a mirror.”

“Indeed,” Snape responded sarcastically as Harry helped him to sit. “This lesson is over. Goodnight, Mr. Potter.”

“Are you sure you’re all right, Professor?” Harry wasn’t sure leaving the exhausted man alone was a good idea.

“Goodnight, Potter.”

Snape growled and sneered until Harry was forced to shake his head and leave, still tasting Snape’s sweet mouth on his lips. As Harry closed the classroom door behind him, he leaned back against it, still feeling light-headed from the most amazingsed sed he had ever received.

I can’t believe I kissed Snape and loved it! I must have been affected by the spell, too! This is just too weird!

Harry shook his head at himself and returned to the Gryffindor dorm to think about what he was really feeling. He couldn’t, just couldn’t be falling for Snape.