Title: Without You
Rated: R for situations/language
Pairing: SS/HP
Summary: Harry and Snape are a thing. But, how long with they stay together? Will their relationship last or will they be torn apart by wickedness?
Disclaimer: Not mine. These characters belong to JK Rowling. sobs
A/N: This isn't my first fic on here, but it's my first at said pairing. I hope you enjoy it, and sorry if the chapters aren't that long. This next chapter is longer though, so don't worry about them all being like this. Well, hope you like enjoy.

Chapter 1: Ron's Reaction/Filch's Folly

Harry tiptoed down the hidden staircase behind the tapestry he has used as a shortcut many times now. He had his invisibility cloak on so it didn't matter who saw him. It was late night, much later than the students were allowed out of bed. Harry carefully, having mesmorized this now, jumped over the vanishing step. He pushed aside the tapestry on the opposite side.

Stepping out, Harry layed eyes on Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, on the landing below. Harry grinned, unknowlingly to himself, or anyone else for that matter.

Walking as quietly as possible, Harry approached the old cat. He picked her up at the tail, at which Mrs. Norris let out a sharp hissing noice. Struggling to escape Harry's grasp, she squirmed and hissed again. Not wanting to attact Filch's attention, he dropped Mrs. Norris and she scampered away. Harry almost let out a laugh, but then remembered the time and situation.

Harry had to make note to tell Ron ---

And then he remembered an incident earlier today, remembering that Ron was no longer there for him to share laughs with.

/Flashback/

"WHAT! You mean, all these years I've been hanging around with a queer? Even sleeping in the same dorm! Uggh, you're joking right? Please tell me this is all one sick and twisted joke Harry."

Harry looked upset, this was not what he had been planning on. Ron had been there for him tons of times, in life-or-death situations. Why was is that now he was making such a big deal over his sexuality? Hermione, who had been a little surprised to hear at first, but now was laid back and trying to read, had seemed to accept it obviously. Noticing Harrys sullen look, she took to speaking.

"Ron, honestly, Harry is still Harry, this doesn't change any of that."

"I'd say it does! He's just as bad as that greasy git potions master!"

He was partly right in saying this. It had become quite common knowledge around Hogwarts that the Potions professor, Snape, was in fact gay. Harry knew there were plenty of other people in the school that were gay, such as Draco Malfoy, but he didn't feel the urge to go parading it around.

"Now Ron, that's not fair." Hermione spat out after Harry's unusual and uncharacteristic silence. "He's not like Snape, nor will he ever be."

"Yes he is though, they're both queers. How does that NOT make them alike Hermione?"

Harry was very glad he had only confided in them part of his secret, or the others that he had been keeping from them that they might not particularly enjoy hearing. He decided it would be a long time before he told them about those, he didn't want another reaction like this...if they were still talking after this episode.

"Stop being an idiot!" Hermione had raised her voice to the same level as Ron's. She started to yell again "there are plenty more characteristics to a person than sexuality, hence why Harry ISN'T like Snape! Why can't you just stand by him, this is so menial to be fighting over!"

She slammed shut the book she had been reading prior to Ron's outburst. She stormed off, dragging Harry with her, for his own sake, he shouldn't be around Ron right now.

Being on the verge of tears, Harry was glad Hermione decided to pull him away from there and out of the common room. When Ron shouted after them, "Stay away fag," Harry wasn't anymore comforted and looked to be struggling to fight a total breakdown.

/End Flashback/

Harry realized he was standing in the same place he was when he ambushed Filch's cat. The noise must have drawn Filch's attention because Filch was now walking up the steps directly in front of him with Mrs. Norris in his arms. The Invisibility Cloak was good for hiding him, but it didn't mean he couldn't be bumped into.

With nowhere to run to now, Harry searched his mind for some kind of idea that could get him out of this. Luckily, having had to get out of situations worse than this, he figured out something he hoped would work. Stepping backwards into the dark corner of the landing, he whipped off his cloak and stashed it in his pocket to the best of his ability.

He knew Filch's sharp eyes wouldn't miss him standing there, but at least he wasn't just materializing out of nowhere, and it stopped him from being bumped into which could lead to the confiscation of his beloved cloak. Plus, if all went well, Filch might play into the plan he had set up.

Filch stepped onto the landing and laid eyes on the small boy. Harry just hoped he was thinking enough like Filch for this scheme to work. Knowing Professor McGonagoll wasn't in right now due to a misfired spell that made her sprout tentacles in interesting areas, Harry had no Head of House. Filch would want Harry to suffer as much as possible, that all lead right to Snape. And sure enough, Harry's thoughts were confirmed an moment later.

"Look what we have here my pretty" said Filch to his cat as he often did. "Off to Professor Snape with you!"

Walking past Filch and down the staircase, Harry grinned.