"Legilimens!" Snape felt Harry's mind push back. Was Harry getting better?
Snape looked down. Harry's chest heaved, a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek.
No, not yet. Snape was just distracted. Distracted by what he wanted and shouldn't have.
You're strong, Snape told himself, but his hand reached out by itself and he knew he was weak.
"Wait here," he snapped. In the corridor, Snape lit up and sighed in relief. Tomorrow he would quit smoking for sure.
If only there were something else to distract him.
Snape finished his cigarette and went back in to Harry.