Revelations

A/N: Please note that this chapter isn't NOT called 'Detentions - Part Two'. Don't worry, it's like that for a reason! This chapter is very, very, very critical to my plot, so if something seems weird, or doesn't make sense, it will eventually, like, many chapters from now. Also, Snape will eventually snap back into character in this chapter. I
hope, lol. Um...please rate and review! Thanks so much! - FallenAngel

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Friday night, Harry braced himself for another night with an increasingly, unbearably pleasant Professor Snape. 'Tonight.' The Gryffindor thought as he knocked on the office door. 'Tonight, I break out the big guns.'

As soon as he was seated by the fire, he blurted out. "It's because I'm a guy, isn't it?"

"Excuse me, Potter?" Severus asked, completely thrown by the seemingly random question.

"The reason you don't like me. It's because I'm a guy, isn't it?" Harry forced his vivid eyes to tear up as he stared into Snape's obsidian ones. "If...if I was a girl, it would be different, wouldn't it?"

Calmly, his teacher responded. "No, Potter, it wouldn't be different. I have never..."

"But the reason," Harry broke in. "I mean, the real reason you don't think I'm attractive, it's because I'm a guy, right?"

Severus shook his head, somewhat dazed. "I never said you aren't attractive, I..."

"So, you're gay?" Harry interrupted, pushing his questions further them ever before.

"Potter!" Snape snapped angrily. "I have attempted to be patient with you, but that is enough!"

Unwilling to drop the issue now that his Potion's Master was finally acting like himself, he pressed on. "But do you find me attractive? Are you gay?"

"Potter." His professor's voice was no longer angry, but was the deathly-soft whisper Harry knew very well. "My sexual orientation is absolutely none of your business."

He stood and moved closer, looming over Harry, somehow still managing to look like a great bat, even in another pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. Still determined to push it, the young brunette asked. "Yes, but do you find me attractive?"

Severus couldn't help it. The boy had pushed him to the end of his rope and his patience was gone. "Do not ever speak to me so disrespectfully, Potter!" He spat out the surname like a vile word. "You are nothing to me but a spoiled, sniveling, brat of a child, and that is all you will ever be in my eyes!"

Harry cowered back ion the chair, enthralled by how Snape's eyes glittered and his face twisted into an almost attractive sneer when he's truly angry. Even as he tried to move away and sink into the chair, he couldn't help being drawn in by his teacher's silky voice. "Lose any foolish, romantic notions you may have, Potter. They are the childish fantasies of your no doubt delusional, little mind! I cannot abide the sight of you, and I certainly don't want anything to do with you romantically! Is any of this penetrating that ridiculously thick skull of yours?"

Harry nodded, totally horrified. Standing up, his face red, he edged around Snape and said in a hoarse voice. "I have to go..." He turned and ran from Snape's office.

He continued running until he reached the highest classroom in the Astronomy Tower. Sinking down to the floor, he lowered his head into his hands and moaned. "No, no no! I..." He turned slightly and punched the stone wall next to his head. "He's a guy!" He stood up and began pacing. "Snape is old, greasy, disgusting, nasty, snarky, evil, mean, dark..."

He punched the wall again as his inner voice popped up. 'Attractive, with the sexiest voice...'

"NO!" Harry screamed, sending a desk flying across the room with a hard kick. "No, I am NOT gay! I like girls!"

'Girls...and Severus Snape.' His mind said calmly. 'Don't you remember how he looked, standing over you...'

"NO!" Harry screamed again. "No, no, no, no, no!!!" He continued wrecking the classroom well into the night, fighting his thoughts and feelings with everything in him.

When he finally retreated to his dormitory in Gryffindor tower around two AM, he was resigned to the fact that he may possibly be bisexual, and that his professor could possibly be not entirely repulsive. "That's all I'll acknowledge." He mumbled as he crawled into bed. "He's still a greasy, snarky, bastard, and I still hate him."

As he fell asleep, he refused to give any attention to his mind's reply of. 'He may be a greasy, snarky bastard that you hate, but when he was yelling at you, you still wanted to kiss him.'

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A/N: Oh...wow. That was...totally not what I had originally planned for this chapter. *chases after my plot bunny with a large net* "GET BACK HERE!" *stops, panting for breath* It's escaping...damn. >.< And I've no idea where it's going to lead me. So please bear with me. Please rate and review! ^.^ - FallenAngel