I Just Love To Hex You

I Just Love to Hex You
Chapter Six
by Sherdelune

Severus awoke from a full nights sleep feeling less refreshed than ever. Thankfully it was Saturday, and there was nothing of importance that required his immediate attention.

He went back over the events of the previous evening. What on earth was Albus thinking, exposing the boy to Amens Aestuo Amorous? Does he think the Dark Lord is going to snog the brat to death? He was also puzzled by Potter\'s inability to block the spell, and equally perplexed by his own failure to resist. Who are you trying to fool, you old pervert? You know very well why you were not able to block against that spell, Severus.

It wasn\'t that Potter\'s technique was lacking. On the contrary, he\'d uttered the blocking spell perfectly each time, despite Severus\' claims of his ineptitude. The only time he had been successful in repelling the curse was when he\'d used the mirror shield, effectively throwing the spell back on Severus. He closed his eyes and groaned at the memory. He, too, had been unable to block the spell, in spite of his best efforts.

Severus knew why he couldn\'t shield against the curse. Oh, he was more than aware of the reason why it didn\'t work for him. He just hoped that Potter would never figure out what that reason was. If he did, he would be well and truly damned.

He ate a light breakfast, and after washing up, he took a long, hot shower. Severus stood there letting the hot water cascade through his hair and over his back. The water felt good as it sprayed over him, and he began to methodically drag a soapy flannel over his overworked body. Inexplicably, his mind was drawn back to last night, and the feel of Potter\'s lips as they captured his own in a searing kiss.

He closed his eyes and moaned softly as his hand strayed down to stroke the erection between his thighs. Oh sweet Merlin, it felt so good! In his mind it was Harry\'s hand stroking him to completion, Harry\'s lips teasing his sensitive flesh. The memory of the young wizards face came to him then, desire written plainly all over his features. With this realisation, Severus shuddered violently, screaming Harry\'s name loudly as his seed splattered against the shower wall.

Oh yes, he was damned all right.

After toweling off, he looked critically at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. The brat was right; he did look like death warmed over. In his effort to run away from the feelings he was harbouring for Harry, he\'d taken on entirely too much. But it never seemed to be enough. Nothing ever would be, the young man was there at every turn, those green eyes of his haunting Severus, seeming to look right through him.

This brought him back to his thoughts in the shower. He knew it had to be his imagination that saw desire registering on Harry\'s face last night after they had kissed. Severus knew full well the scope of the young wizards feelings for him. Certainly words such as \"like,\" \"desire,\" or \"care\" did not aptly describe how his student felt for him, nor would they even come close. Perhaps \"dislike,\" \"repulsion,\" and \"disregard\" would be better suited to the situation.

That was it. For the sake of his sanity these extra lessons with Harry had to end immediately. He had to talk to Dumbledore. Now.

\"Candy Floss Clouds\" his voice intoned the password to the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster\'s inner sanctum.

\"Severus, my boy. Do come in. Tea?\" Those blue eyes twinkled mockingly at Severus as he took the chair opposite Dumbledore.

\"No, thank you, Albus. We need to talk about these extra lessons you have me giving Potter. I think...\" he was interrupted by the soothing voice of the Headmaster.

\"Now, now, Severus. I know it\'s an awful lot to ask of you, but I think that young Harry needs to learn how to protect himself from all manner of Dark magic.\" He twinkled again, for effect. \"You\'ve taken on a mighty challenge, Severus, trying to teach two classes simultaneously, with the added lessons for Harry on top of those.

\"I think you should take a break, dear boy. Even young Harry has begun to take notice. He was in quite a state when he came to me last night after your lessons.\" Albus paused briefly to allow his words to sink in, then continued.

\"He is very concerned that you are too exhausted, and because of this, you were unable to block the very spells you are teaching him to repel.\" Severus paled, and leapt to his feet.

\"Is there something wrong, Severus?\" Albus turned the twinkle on full force and looked at his Potions Master expectantly.

Severus shook his head. Damn him and his twinkle, the meddling old coot! \"No, Albus. I\'m fine, but I think I will take your advice and go rest. We will discuss my teaching schedule at a later date. Good day, Headmaster.\"

\"Of course, child. Good day, Severus.\"

Severus stalked back to his quarters, his mind still reeling from the things he\'d learned from the Headmaster. Harry is aware that something\'s not right. I just hope that he doesn\'t figure out exactly what is wrong. He stopped short of the doors to his private chambers.

Sitting on the floor in front of his door was none other than The-Boy-In-Question. And he had a hopeful look in his eyes and a piece of parchment in his hands.