Anyplace But Here
Harry was very glad that his back was turned because his eyes widened so far that he was surprised they didn't tumble right out of the sockets. Snape had NOT just said he was watching his ass. He had NOT.
"Huh? Behind? Not my behind," he stammered, then realised that Snape was merely showing him where the notes were.
He was uncomfortably aware of how close Snape was to him and he began to sweat, wishing that either Snape would move or he himself would spontaneously combust. Or a black hole would open, or...
Oh God. Black holes. Open.
"Thank you for showing me," he squeaked, pulling out the appropriately dated notes. "I'll just set a copying spell on my parchment and be the heck out of your way."