A/N: Hey guys, I know it has been over 3 years since I last posted a chapter for Hadrian Addams. Hehehe. Well, I have no excuse. I lost steam and sort of put it on the back burner. Then I forgot about it completely. No worries though! I have the next chapter half written! I will have it posted by the end of April at the LATEST! I hope to get it up before that. I am going to try to bust out a chapter a month until I have year one complete. I am making no promises on when year two will come out. My mistake with this was doing a written in progress (WIP) story. I will not be doing that for year two, so it may take a very long time to come out. Hopefully not three years though. Enjoy this one-shot as an apology.
Harry was having a very bad day. Everything seemed to be going wrong. First, he woke up late for class. Then, he had to suffer through a cold shower. He wasn't even sure why, because the water temp was regulated with magic. It should not have even been possible. And so, he was late, cold, and hungry since he had to miss breakfast. Not only that, but he had Potions first. Snape was going to skin him alive. He just wished he could go back to bed and start this whole disaster of a morning over again. Even magic couldn't make that happen though and he had no time to look up obscure rituals in the hopes that it really was possible.
He had just turned around the corner to the hall in leading towards his dreaded destination, when he smacked in to something. His bag and glasses went flying as he tripped and landed on top of whatever he had ran into. Whatever it was, it hard and…moving? He quickly sat up and looked down at what, or rather who, he had fallen onto. It was, of course, the very professor he was hoping to avoid. He stared down at him in shock and dismay.
"Mr. Potter, if you would be kind enough to move?" Snape drawled. To his horror, Harry realized he was actually straddling the Potions Master. He jumped up and started apologizing, hoping he wouldn't be given detention. Knowing Snape, he'd probably be assigned one every night until he graduated!
"Obviously you are much too clumsy to become even a novice in the Potions world. Perhaps it would be safer for your classmates if you did not attend." He said bitingly. He stood and brushed off his clothing before leaning in to whisper in Harry's ear, "Perhaps you can take that time to take care of your, ah, little problem." He purposely rubbed against Harry's crotch before swiftly walking past him and into the classroom. Harry stood frozen, unable to believe that that had happened, but harder than he had ever been in his life. He turned around and ran back to his dorm room, fully intending on taking the older man's advice. Although, he couldn't help but think that it would be much more pleasurable if he had company.