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Like aforementioned, Snape did not hate Harry Potter, nor did he like to punish the petulant boy that found himself bent over his lap nearly four out of seven days of the week. The boy was a magnet for trouble and Snape had to be there for the child to assure he didn't stay a spoiled brat forever. Snape believed that he and the boy were making good progress, however. Potter hadn't continued to be so utterly insufferable. He had learned some manners.

Snape ordered Harry to come and assume the position, leaning back and waiting for the boy to comply. Harry shakily headed over and bent himself over his lap. Snape took a moment to adjust him over his strong knees, placing one hand on his lower back to hold him still for the thrashing he was about to give him. It was growing eerily silent, however, as Snape made no moves to start Harry's spanking. He stared down at the boy.

"Potter." He prompted. "Is there anything that you would like to ask me?" He hinted, suggesting that the boy should ask for his punishment, rather than Snape just dole it out.