"You wh-what?" It was Snape's turn to stutter. His jaw dropped once more and he blinked a couple of times. Severus took a moment to process what he just said.
Voldemort yelled from under Quirrell's turban, "What the-!?" Quirinus grabbed the pillow off the sofa he was sitting on and covered his face, but as soon as the pillow hit his face, Snape pulled it away from him and threw it behind himself. Voldemort was still yelling, muffled, "Quirrell! Don't you dare-"
Ignoring his master's orders, he looked up at Severus, "D-Do you l-love me b-b-back?"
Snape stopped, stared, and sheepishly nodded, "Yes. Quirrell, I always have. That's mainly why I flipped out so much when you joined You-Know-Who." Severus sighed.
"Kill him! Stop it, you filthy cow!" Voldemort was screaming.
Quirinus' eyes lit up, "R-Really?" He stood up, face to face with Severus.
"Yes, and to be perfectly honest, I never thought you'd be the one that'd come on out and say it." He stared into Quirrell's eyes, warmly beaming. "I was afraid I might've needed a love potion." He then chuckled and reached out his hand. "Appearently, not."
He moved his hand into Snape's, holding it and staring up at his eyes as well. His touch was gentle and welcomed him. Quirrell felt Severus pulling him toward him, wrapping his other arm around him. Only now could he see Snape up close and personal without feeling afraid. His usual angsty mood was gone for the moment, making Quirrell feel calm and collected. Snape released his hand from Quirrell's and brought it up to the bottom of his turban, placing it carefully on the back of his neck.
In an instant, Snape leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Quirrell's lips, sending a shiver down Quirinus' spine. He responded and leaned forward into the kiss, reaching up and gripping Snape's shoulders. His lips were just as sweet as his touch. As much as he wanted it to last, there was a knock on the door and Quirrell pulled away. He sat back on the couch, panting. Snape rushed over to the door, refixing his hair, "Who is it?"
Voldemort gagged, "If you ever kiss him again, I swear I'll-" Quirrell smacked the back of his head, sending him the message to be quiet.
"Dumbledore." The Headmaster's voice said.
"Come on in." Snape opened the door and Albus walked in.
"I'm here to-" Dumbledore must've just now spotted Quirrell because he froze, "Oh, you have a guest?"
"Yeah, after he fainted outside of my door. He claims that he saw a giant spider in the halls." Severus frowned at Quirrell, but winked at him as soon as Dumbledore got distracted.
"I-I s-swear! It w-was th-this b-big!" Quirinus held out his arms as wide as he could. "H-Honestly! I-It was th-the s-size o-of a u-unicorn!"
Snape and Dumbledore both stared at him for a moment before shrugging. Albus nodded, "Well, if you see it again, let me know. We can get rid of it."
"Yeah. Care for some pumpkin juice?" Severus offered, but Dumbledore shook his head. "Quirrell, want a little more?"
"S-Sure, th-thank you, S-Severus." He said as his glass was filled. Quirrell looked at his reflection to see his cheeks were flushed and hid his face in another pillow. Albus talked to Snape in private, bid him and Quirrell goodnight, and walked on out. Snape turned around and sighed. "S-Something w-wrong?"
"Nah, I'm just bummed that he killed the moment." Severus said, glancing at the door.
"We g-get t-that a bunch, d-don't we?" Quirrell laughed, "First, it was Filch, and now it's Dumbledore."
"It seems like it. Hey, it's getting rather late. Maybe we should head back to our sleeping quarters." Snape yawned.
"V-Very true." Quirrell said. Severus used a cleaning spell to clean the glasses, put them away, stick the pumpkin juice in his office, and led Quirinus out the door. They walked in utter silence until Quirrell reached his room, "F-Farewell, Sev. See y-you in t-the m-morning?"
"Yeah. Oh, and one more thing."
"W-What's that?"
Snape walked over, kissed Quirrell's lips for a second, and dipped his head, "Goodnight, Quirrell."
"S-Sleep t-tight, Snape." Quirrell walked inside, crawled into bed, and fell asleep.