A/N: Oh my God, I've started another story. I really should be working on my other one, but this just popped into my head. If I get good feedback I'll continue- if not I'll just abandon it. Takes place in Harry's 6th year.

Disclaimer: I don't own the fabulous Harry Potter series, or I'd be busy writing the 7th book instead of this slashy goodness.

Warnings: This story contains slash and a possible relationship between a minor and a legal adult. If this offends you, I don't know why you bothered to click the button. It shall remain T until I decide to up the rating if I continue. Oh, and as a general rule I pretend the horrible HBP never happened.

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Contrary to popular opinion, St. Valentine's Day was a decidedly unromantic event. At this horrific time one could not step foot into a shop without being blinded by the clashing colors that seemed to symbolize the holiday; never mind the constant nagging of the salespeople urging customers to buy last minute gifts. Starry-eyed couples littered the muddy streets of Hogsmeade, their infatuation clouding their ability to detect the puddles slowly destroying their robes. Whoever celebrated the fourteenth of February deserved a one way ticket to St. Mungo's, and Harry would only be too happy to see them off. Currently trudging through said muddy streets, The-Boy-Who-Lived was desperately wishing he had never agreed to accompany the hyperactive redhead bouncing beside him. If it had not been for Hermione and Ron cooing about what a cute couple they made, he never would have. Damn cowardice. He was quite happy in the closet, and his refusal to budge led to a date with his best friend's little sister in a place he had hoped never to frequent again. Madam fucking Puddifoot's. If he never sat in that cursed coffee shop again it would be too soon. However, luck had always been against Harry Potter, and they approached the unassuming hell hole at an agonizingly fast pace.

The couple stood in front of the wooden door for quite a while, and Harry's unwillingness to move had led to more than one disgruntled customer.

Ginny shifted her weight a few times before finally breaking the silence. "Well, are we gonna go in or what?"

Merlin she was annoying. "Er...sure."

The door opened with an ominous 'tinkle' and revealed occupants in very similar positions as the last time Harry had been dragged here. The only change happened to be the seating arrangements, which, in his eyes, were amazingly cruel. Ginny's ex-boyfriend sat in the center of the shop, lips firmly attached to an extremely content brunette. Harry quickly glanced at Ginny, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Harry..." He cringed.

"Y-Yes, Ginny?"

She turned to him with a predatory gleam.

"Haven't you been paying attention? We've just walked though the door."

An incredulous look was her only answer. Harry was beginning to think she should join those Valentine-loving idiots in St. Mungo's.

An annoyed huff escaped her lips. "It's tradition, Harry. Whenever a couple walks through the door on St. Valentine's Day, they have to kiss."

"I've never heard of th- mmph." Before he could protest, Ginny had taken advantage of his open mouth and pressed her lips to his in an awkward and throughly disgusting kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but they seemed to be the longest in history. They broke apart to the sound of catcalls- couples had broken apart to see who the famous Harry Potter had arrived with. Ginny seemed content that her ex was among them, and went to a table as if nothing had happened. Harry, however, was fighting the urge to throw up. His first kiss had been stolen by Ginny Weasley? Not only was it disgusting, but in seconds it had shattered the fantasy of giving his first to a certain Slytherin bastard- who happened to be the current object of his affections.

Suffice it to say Harry was in a rather bad mood when he sat across from the redhead. Gathering all his self control, he willed himself not to scream profanities at the oblivious girl and contented himself with glaring at the confetti throwing cherubs that fluttered around the shop.

"What can I get you darlings?" Oh joy, fat lady was back.

"Just a coffee."

"I'll have a lowfat iced vanilla frappacino, shot of expresso, and plenty of whip cream. And sprinkles if you've got them." The lady nodded, about to leave. "Oh! And caramel too."

How could she stand that? What was the point of getting lowfat if she was gonna load up on sugar? And, most importantly, did she think Harry was going to pay for this? At least Cho had the decency to order something simple before running out. On the other hand, Ginny managed to keep a conversation going, however one-sided it might have been, something Cho had not been able to achieve. Nodding at random intervals, Harry realized he could fall asleep and she wouldn't notice. Ah well, it left time to think. With the ease of someone who had been daydreaming more often than was healthy, Harry's thoughts wandered to his favorite subject- Professor Severus Snape. He didn't know when he had fallen for the older man; it certainly hadn't been expected. In class he was cruel- in Occulemency, brutal. Yet something attracted Harry to the older man, who continued to scorn him. Maybe it was his voice- a velvet baritone that sent shivers up his spine. Perhaps his hands- skilled and elegant. It might possibly be the overwhelming cheesiness of the fact that he treated him as 'Potter,' not the Boy-Who-Lived. But the voice was always filled with contempt; the hands, itching to strangle; the image of his father coming into place every time 'Potter' was even whispered. No, Harry was probably just a masochist. They do say there's a thin line between love and hate. Clumsy as he was he had inevitably tripped over it.

He looked down in surprise as a mug was placed on the table before him, and managed to mask a look of revulsion at Ginny's inedible concoction. She took a happy slurp through the straw provided and continued on with 'their' conversation. Harry easily tuned her out and focused on the coffee before him. With a sip of the warm liquid, he once again drifted off into fantasy land, his thoughts turning slightly more wicked. He wondered what it would be like to be sitting here with the Potion's Master instead, actually participating in the conversation. Circumstances would lead him to be the one making up the pitiful lie about a tradition, and the kiss would be far from disgusting. He would press his lips to those soft silky ones, tongue darting inside before he let the other take control. The world would melt away as their tongues danced, ignoring the audience as they took it further. Much further. In fact, robes were unnecessary. The scene in his mind shifted to a much more sensual one, as expected from a hormonal teenager.. Severus would trail his hand steadily down Harry's bare chest, going lower and lower until-

"Harry? Harry! Are you even listening to me?" Ginny's voice broke through his steadily hardening thoughts and he turned to her irritably.

"What!" Whoops, he hadn't meant to snap.

"You've been ignoring me this whole time haven't you?"

Wow, what was your first clue?

"No Ginny, I've just been... distracted."

"Obviously." She vacuumed the last of her poison up through the straw. "Look, if there's someone you'd rather be here with..."

Well of course. Anyone would be better than his surrogate sister, who remained so no matter how annoying she was.

Oh yes Ginny. Not only do I fancy someone else, they are the sole star of my wet dreams, fantasies, and every waking thought. By the way-I'm gay in case you haven't noticed. Which you probably haven't, self centered as you are. In short,

"There is actually." Oh bugger. He hadn't meant to say that last part out loud. "Ginny, I-"

He stopped as her eyes filled with anger, before giving way to tears.

"Who?" She choked out the question, ever the drama queen.

"I- I can't tell you. Just please, let's keep this between you and me. I really do enjoy spending time with you. You're interesting and pretty and-" His mixture of pleads and lies was cut short by her venomous voice.

"Then what's wrong with wanting to be here with me?"

"I do it's just-" The scraping of a chair overrode his voice once again as Ginny stood. There would be no reasoning with her now. If she wanted to make a scene, she would make a scene.

"Fine then Harry Potter! Go run off to your boyfriend and quit wasting my time." Ah, perhaps she was perceptive. Then again, judging by the smug look on her face as the room filled with snickers, she might have just wished for the crowd's reaction. Storming off, she managed to make even the small bell at the top of the door sound angry as she slammed it on her way out. For the second time in that evil shop, Harry was left alone to face a room full of stares. He really had no skill when it came to women. With a sigh, he threw down a considerably larger amount of money than his last disastrous date and left.

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