It's called Drowning Your Sorrows In Painful Memories.

I just have one question. The 2nd part is NC-17 (contains sex). Am I allowed to post it, or not?

Title: Drowning My Sorrows In Painful Memories…
Disclaimer. I DO NOT OWN THE POTTER-VERSE
This takes place in Harry’s 7th year.
Description: When Harry was in his 3rd year, he was told that the reason Snape hates him is because of the prank. But is that really why?
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A scowl etched its way across my face as I corrected yet another failing paper. The sixth year Slytherins were complete twits… They may be in my house, and I am a very proud person, but they are complete idiots. Of course, as always, Hermione Granger got a perfect score. She is a very brilliant girl. The only reason I don’t like her is because she is friends with Potter. The only other student showing any promise was Draco Malfoy, but he was completely covering it with his distaste for Harry Potter. Not that hating Potter was bad, as I myself despise the boy, but Draco should focus on his studies.

I hate the boy who lived more than I hated his woman-stealing father. I hate him so much. But does he care? No! All that git cares about is publicity, just like his undeserving father. Why did Lilly choose brawn over brains? Not that James was much of a fighter. I loved her so much… And then that dolt Potter went and had her killed! If he hadn’t of died with her, I’d of killed him myself. And their son, Harry, is nothing but a brutal reminder of the fact that Lilly chose James over me…

Knock! Knock!

“Who is it?” I spat, not wanting to be interrupted while I was drowning my sorrows in painful memories.

“Um, Professor, It’s Harry, I’m here for my detention.” Ah, yes. I caught Potter sneaking glances and Miss Granger’s test. I gave him detention, obviously.

I stood, moving swiftly through my office. I jerked the door open, leaving Potter to topple to the floor.

“Get up off the floor, dolt.” I snarled, impatiently. Remembering the pain his father had caused me gave me nothing but contempt for the boy.

He scurried to his feet, not wanting another detention.I motioned toward the chair closest to us.

“Sit down, Potter. Take out some parchment and your quill.” I ordered.

“Write an essay on the history and uses of dragon’s blood. At least one scroll. Begin.” My voice was emotionless except for the pain. It was always the pain.

Throughout the entire detention, I continued to insult Harry mercilessly.

“You honestly think I would accept that in an essay?” I sneered, delighting over the slight pain I saw in his green eyes. So much like Lilly’s…

“BLIMEY!” He yelled, finally having enough. “I will not bloody well take this anymore.” He stood, making his way to the door. I glared at him, avoiding his eyes.

“SIT DOWN POTTER!” I yelled, catching him off guard. He refused. Before I knew what I was doing, I had him pinned to the wall. I looked down at his eyes, strangely aroused at the terror I saw. With the speed of summer lightning, I lowered my lips to his, taking his slight gasp as an opportunity to slip my tongue in his mouth. He leaned into my mouth, moaning as I caressed his tongue with mine.

Suddenly, I pulled away, disgusted at myself for my actions. I stared down into his face, and instantly regretted what I saw. His lips were discolored and swollen from the anger behind his kiss.

“Out!” I ordered, catching my breath.

But the boy. man did nothing. He seemed to be studying my mouth with a lust-filled curiosity.

“Now!” I shouted. He sped out the door. I sank to the ground running my hands over my face. This is why I hate Harry Potter.

oooh. add more. its goood.

There is more, but it's naughty and I don't think I can post it.