I'd just like to say thanks to everyone who has read it so far, and that I'm sorry about the spelling and grammar mistakes; however I don't notice them when I do them.
It was becoming hard, it had only been two days since he had seen Snape, since Snape kissed him, and he needed to see him. It was Sunday he was out in the grounds with Hermione and Ron. They were resting underneath the tree by the lake, when something landed on Harry's lap, Harry looked at it, and he thought it was a rock so he picked it up. However the touch of it was not that of a rock but paper, Hermione was now looking at Harry's hand, when she spoke, "what's that?" she nodded at his hand.
"I don't know someone threw it at me, but I think its paper," said Harry looking at her.
"Well open it then," slowly and carefully Harry opened the paper rock, it was blank. Passing the paper over to Hermione, "how peculiar, nothing is written on it."
"Yes, I can see that Hermione," said Harry, taking the paper from her. "But I wonder who threw it?" He said looking around trying to see who was closest to them, however no-one was. Harry put the piece of paper into his bag and pulled out a Quidditch book, he'd brought only the month before (August) from Diagon Alley.
"Did you finish your Divination work?" asked Ron looking at Harry.
"Yes, I did it yesterday when you were gallivanting around Hogsmeade with Hermione."
"Can I borrow it?"
"You mean copy it Ronald," stated Hermione.
"It's in our room; I didn't need to bri..." Harry looked down at his lap, to find another paper rock. When he looked around there was no-one near, so he looked up into the tree and couldn't see anyone in there either.
"Open it Harry," said Hermione looking at him. "You should of done it Ron when you got it," turning to face him.
Harry opened the second paper rock and again it was blank. It was starting to annoy him; he stuffed the second in his bag and returned to his book. "Potter!" Harry looked around to see who had shouted him.
"Malfoy," said Harry standing up.
"Professor Snape wants to see you."
"But it's a Sunday," protested Ron.
"I wasn't talking to you Weasley, and I was passing on the message," said Malfoy, and he turned and walked off.
"Right," said Harry, placing his book back in his bag, "I'd better go. I'll meet you for dinner, yeah," he said hopefully.
"Yeah, good luck," said Hermione.
Once Harry was out of ear shot, Ron spoke, "He didn't seem surprised to have to go and see Snape on a Sunday."
"Maybe he knew he had failed or done his essay badly," said Hermione, 'or maybe the feeling is mutual between them both' she thought.
"Can't of failed or I would have too," said Ron, looking at Hermione. "I copied his, well most of it."
Making his way back through the entrance hall and down towards the dungeon he was becoming nervous. One he was stood outside Snape's office he knocked on the door. "Enter," came the same drilling voice. Slowly he pushed the door open and saw Snape sat at his desk marking essays. "Take a seat, Potter," he said without looking up. 'Since when did we become all proper with each other again' Harry thought while he took a seat and deposited his bag next to him. Looking up at Harry, he said "I have wanted to see you since Friday and I know its Sunday but I needed to see you."
"Professor?"
"Severus, Harry when it's just you and I call me Severus," said Snape.
"Severus," Harry sighed. "I haven't slept properly since Friday for the wanted need to see you. I needed to make sure it wasn't a dream Severus, and I don't mean I wanted to see you eat your food in the great hall I meant person to person," Harry finished saying with a smile realising how childish that sounded.
"Harry, it wasn't a dream, but I want to get to know you, I mean I don't want to be with you because of sex," said Snape, reaching over the desk to Harry's hands. "I wanted to see you today for more then this though, I wanted to ask you have you told your friends?"
"Not yet, because I didn't know if it happened for real or whether it was a dream," said Harry giving Snape his hand.
"OK, well can you not tell them yet?"
"Why? As long as I am happy, I know that they will be happy for me."
"Do they know you are gay?" asked Snape, looking directly into his eyes.
"No," he said shaking his head.
"Then don't you think, that telling them your gay and that you have feelings for the most hated teacher in Hogwarts at the same time, that, that will be too much for them to take?"
Harry pulled his hand free from Snape's, "all I have done since Friday, is think about things, I wish I knew why I feel this way about you, but I don't. I want to keep you a secret from the world because every time I show someone how I feel, they get taken," Harry said to his hands. "But I cannot lie to my friends."
"I don't want you to lie to your friends Harry, but I don't want to hurt or lose you," said Snape, "I also brought you here to talk about something other then what we have or don't have, please look at me Harry," said Snape pausing, waiting for Harry to look at him. "I also need to talk to you about your potions essay."
"I failed?"
"No, no Harry that's why I needed to see you, it's of very high standard, I don't mean to be rude but your work is normally just above a pass."
"Yeah, I know it is," said Harry with a smile, "but Ron copied my other one and then I spilt some ink on it and I knew you wouldn't accept it so I redid it."
"This is the reason I called you here, I have just finished marking yours. While I was reading it I thought it was Miss. Granger's, however then I saw your name, I was surprised," said Snape, getting up from his chair and walking around the desk to lean on it next to Harry's seat.
"I must admit I use to look as though I was failing because I always thought that's what you expected, but then I realised that I was only failing myself, so when I spilt the ink and had another chance to do it I took the chance to change."
"Harry, I never wanted you to fail," said Snape picking up Harry's hand again.
"I know that," said Harry looking up at him, "I know this is a change of subject, but I'm sure you said you wanted to get to know me better?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well can I ask you a question? If you think it's too personal, you don't have to answer it," said Harry, looking Snape in the eye. Snape nodded his head. "How long have you been gay?"
A smile crept on to his face, "since I was about 16, I think. Harry no question you ask could be too personal if you want to get to know me. How about you?" said Snape. "How old were you, when you realised you like men?"
"I was 14 nearly two years now. It was summer time and I was about to get the train back to the muggle world," said Harry. "But at the same time I thought that it was a phase, because I spent so much time with this person I didn't believe it was actually anything. But then I came back in September and I saw you again and I realised it wasn't a phase, that I was going to grow out of."
"Me? I was your first? Harry, oh my, Harry I knew you said you liked me for a while but two years?"
"Yes you and no not technically were you my first first crush yes, first kiss no. I met Charlie Weasley that summer and I suppose he's as gay as 1 can be, and he was really open about it. I adored him for that. Then last year I spent the summer with the Weasley's again and Charlie was there and we ending up going camping for a week, I got to know him and speak to him about how I was feeling," said Harry. "He promised never to say anything to Ron about it, but as I got to know him, I suppose I felt something for him but I got to know about myself to, so I realised I did in fact like you a lot, however with spending the week in a tent with Charlie Weasley, I took a dive and kissed him," Harry finished smiling, and standing up.
"You kissed him," said Snape forming a pout on his lips.
Harry chuckled and stepped into Snape, "yes, I kissed him," leaning into the embrace and kissed him on the lips, slowly pulling away he whispered, "What else do you want to know about me? I have until dinner when I said I'd meet Ron and Hermione," he said with a grin.
"Well that gives us the best part of an hour," said Snape, pulling Harry back towards him. "About your potions? Why act as though you were failing, even if you thought I wanted that, I mean I'd wouldn't... oh my I'm getting tongue tied," said Snape laughing. "Right, why prove me right and fail?"
"Because, actually I don't know. I suppose it's because I have been a disappointment all my life, it felt easier," said Harry looking away from Snape. "I also got to spend time with you," Snape saw the smile form from the kinks near his eyes. Snape also snorted at the last comment which made Harry look up. "What?" he quizzed looking at Snape.
"I must admit, towards the last detention, I was just giving you them for fun, as I wanted to see you too," said Snape looking down at Harry and captured his lips in a more passionate kiss.
There was a knock on the door, Snape let go of Harry and quickly sat down behind the desk, just when a second louder knock occurred, and then Snape said, "Enter." The door was pushed open and there stood Malfoy. "Yes Draco, what do you need?"
"I need to speak to you professor, and it's rather important," said Draco catching the look on Harry's face.
Snape then turned back to Harry, and like he did in the lessons, he spoke to him with a sneering voice like he had been told off, "Potter you may go, just remember next time work harder on your potions and you may pass this year, dismissed," Harry looked straight at him confused then remembered, why he spoke like that, turned on his heels and stalked from the room.
From leaving Snape's office Harry made his way up to the entrance hall, he only had 3 choices; go outside; go to Gryffindor tower; go to the Great Hall, he knew Hermione and Ron would not be outside, so he headed into the Great Hall, once he spotted them he walked over and sat opposite them on the table and said, "hello."
Looking up from where they sat they saw Harry taking a seat. "So what did Professor Snape want?" asked Hermione
"He wanted to talk about my essay."
"So why didn't he call me down," said Ron looking at him. "I mean I copied yours."
"I changed mine, damn," said Harry.
"What?" said Hermione and Ron together.
"I left my bag in his ruddy office," said Harry sighing.
"Go back and get it," said Ron.
"I think I will after dinner, what am I going to do now, my book is in my bag," Harry sighed.
"What do you mean you changed yours Harry?" asked Hermione.
"I changed it, when he was marking it he thought it was yours, then saw my name," said Harry. "He wanted to see me because he thought I copied it from you or paid you to do it," 'telling a little white lie won't matter, I mean he did talk to me about my essay and he did think it was Hermione's' he thought to himself.
"Well that's just ludicrous," said Hermione, "as if you'd copy mine or even pay me. So what percentage did you get?" she asked getting back to her book.
"I don't know, but he said it was of very high standard," said Harry looking at his two best friends.
"What?" Hermione nearly shouted. "But you normally fail," she added in a smaller voice.
"Now you know why he thinks you helped me."
"Harry you can do my potions work next," said Ron with a huge grin.
"Sorry Ron, no can do," Harry sent a small smile back at him.
"Clear the tables dinner is about to commence," shouted McGonagall walking down the middle of the hall. Then all you heard was the scurrying of the students putting there belongings back into their bags, while Ron and Hermione were busy doing this Harry scanned the staff table to look for S nape, then over to the Slytherin table to look for Malfoy but there was no sign of either of them. All through dinner neither showed up, Harry was becoming anxious. He wasn't eating either, so he excused himself from the table and went out of the big oak doors and sat on the bottom step.
'I can't exactly go down to the dungeon's and say "I noticed you didn't come to dinner, oh and Malfoy wasn't there by any chance, you ain't lying to me are you" no that was pathetic, anyway it's not like you two are a couple Harry, I mean he said he wants to get to know you not marry you' he thought when something hit him in the back, turning around he saw Malfoy stood there holding his bag, "You left this in Professor Snape's office," with that he hurled the bag at Harry who caught it.
"Thanks," said Harry a little annoyed that Malfoy brought it, but also pleased so he didn't have to see Snape as well.
"You OK?" asked Malfoy, Harry nodded his head, "OK," and with that Malfoy left and went into the castle again. Malfoy had only been gone about five minutes when Hermione and Ron came out the castle doors.
"Malfoy said you were out here," said Hermione stepping in front of him. "Hedwig has just dropped this off, she knew we could get it to you," she said pushing the paper rock into his hands, "open it." Harry opened the paper rock open and realised that there was writing on this one, upon reading it he started to smile, "Well read it out loud then?" Hermione demanded.
"I cannot wait for our next brief encounter Harry. Oh and I think Hermione might know," said Harry scrunching the paper back to the rock form it was in.
"Hermione might know what?" asked Ron confused.
"Doesn't matter Ron, because it's probably the wrong end of the stick so to say, um, shall we go to the library so you can finish your work?" asked Hermione.
"Do we have to?" groaned Ron.
"Yes, you go a head I just need a quick word with Harry," Hermione promoted.
"OK no problem."
With that Ron walked back up the steps and Hermione turned to Harry when he said, "How long Hermione?"
Hermione let out a little giggle, "What that you liked Snape, or that you are gay?"
"Either, both. Why didn't you say anything to me?"
"Harry, if you wanted me to know I knew you'd tell me, I've know you liked Snape since probably Christmas last year. About you being gay, probably when I heard you talking when you were writing in your diary about a boy you kissed last Summer," said Hermione smiling.