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To Woo the Stuborn

By: lizsnape
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 3
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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It had been a long day for Harry. All he wanted to do was sleep. It was Saturday, and he had just come back from a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Gryffindor had won, 150 to 70.


He went into the shower and let the hot water relax his tense muscles. He heard a knock on the door.


“Come in,” he answered. “I’m in the shower, but I’ll be out in a minute.”


But, too late. The door opened and so did the shower curtain. Harry tried to cover himself up.


“Professor!”


“Hello, Mr. Potter.”


“Do you mind? I’m trying to take a shower!”


“Mind your tongue, Potter. We are both men. I came to remind you that you have detention with me tonight at seven. Don’t be late; that’s a warning.”


“Yes sir.”


“And hurry up. It’s almost time for dinner. The headmaster won’t be pleased if you are late. After all, you are the guest of honour tonight, am I right, Potter?”


“As always, you are right, Professor Snape.”


“I’ll let you go back to your…showering.” He sneered, then closed the shower curtain and left the room.


“That was weird,” Harry mumbled to himself. He finished his shower and went to his room to change.


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“Hey, Ron. You played great,” he said when he went to the room he and Ron shared.


“Yeah, right. I let in seven goals! That’s bad! Even after two years of training, I’m still as bad as I was in fifth year.”


“Yeah, but you did stop a few, right?”


“I guess. I’m off. I’ll meet you down there.”


“OK, Ron”


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A/N: OK, so I made this chapter longer than it was supposed to be, but I didn't want to have a chapter that was four sentences, so I added chapter 2 to this chapter. feedback is love...the more feedback I get, the more I feel loved. Flames will keep me warm in this 84 degree winter.

~Liz
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