Warning: Long awaited slash is here!

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Spells, emphasis

//Parseltongue//

The solution to get rid of "Ultra-gitness"

In Snape's room while Harry was asleep…

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Harry stood before his five wretched Death eaters in an unplottable hut in Little Hangleton.

"Fools! How many times must I tell you not to leave.any.evidence.behind?", he emphasized the last four words by casting crucio at Malfoy, Black, Crabbe and Goyle. He could not help but enjoy the power that their pain made him feel. However, he wanted more. A cruel smirk spread across his face as he upped the power that he poured into the spell, causing them to scream even louder than ever.

Ah, what bliss. Their pain was his source of power. For every ounce of pain that they felt, he experienced his powers growing greater steadily; it was as if he could seep in their pain and convert it to pure raw power.

"Tell me, how many times must I tell you that at no expense must you be seen?", he taunted, not really expecting any one of those pathetic morons to answer him.

"Avada Kedavra", Harry whispered without warning and almost lovingly while pointing his wand towards Avery.

He just loved the way Avery screamed in sheer agony, as all his victims did when they felt their heart bursting most horribly before they died. The way their eyes just dimmed when they drew their last breath was simply fascinating, don't you think?

"What's done is done. Never mind, let Dumebledork and the rest of his precious wizarding world panic when they see their dear wand maker dead. It would not do to let them think that we are hiding, right my Death eaters?"

The remaining death eaters knew better than to disagree with their Dark lord when he was in a temper, not that they actually dared to disagree with him in the first place.

He laughed a cold, humourless laugh, one that he knew that would intimidate them more than anything before waving a hand to dismiss them.

"Stupid minions, when I am invincible I would finally be able to kill them, kill every single one of them…", Harry thought with malicious glee to himself.

Just then, the scene changed.

Instead of being in a house, he was now in the Potions dungeon. With Snape.

He was pressed up close against Snape, so close that he could feel the heat radiating right of him. Harry raked his hands through Snape's soft hair, the very hair that was no longer greasy (because Harry had influenced Snape to wash it every day). His hands traveled down Snape's neck, sliding across Snape's back until it reached his bottom.

Harry gently ran his hands across each butt cheek, pinching it lightly and enjoying the way it made Snape's breath hitch. But finally, his hands came to rest on their destination. Harry could barely stop his hands from shaking as he pulled down the zipper, revealing Snape in all of his glory.

He rubbed his hands over the clothed erection, loving the way it hardened just for him. However, he was momentarily distracted when Snape tilted his chin upwards and kissed him.

Harry eagerly responded to the kiss, his tongue entering Snape's mouth and exploring it…

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Harry jerked awake all of a sudden, panting slightly and feeling as if though he had just run a marathon.

'What the hell was that about? One moment he was Voldemort and the next he was having foreplay with Snape?!?'

Harry sighed as he knew that he would not be getting anymore sleep that night.

He slid off the couch, stepped on the warm carpet on the floor and headed towards Gaza, praying that she was awake. Thankfully, she stared at him with her huge pinkish eyes when he opened the lid of the box; a clear indication that she was wide awake.

//Feeling troubled, Harry?//

He swallowed nervously. Suddenly, telling her what he had dreamt about didn't seem like such a good idea anymore.

//I'm just confused about my feelings for…someone. I'm not sure if I love hi-her//, he corrected himself hastily.

//Well, itssss rather ssssimple actually. How do you feel when you are around her?//

//I, er, like her but at the same time, it is wrong for us to be together. H-She…I…think I love her, but how do you know if you love someone?//, he questioned her uncertainly.

//You're asking me, a supposedly cold-blooded snake?//, she hissed in amusement before continuing//Well, snakesss do not show assss much emotionssss as humans, but I do understand what love issss. I know that humanssss like you tend to think about your loved oness and look dazed almost all the time. You sssilly humansss would alsssso do anything to make sure that the one you love isss safe and happy. Take Severusss for example. He once loved a boy, even though that boy alwaysss bullied him. I alwayssss thought that he wasssss being foolish.//

Harry was mildly surprised that Snape loved someone during his school years and subconsciously filed the information away for future references.

//But I…//, he trailed off, swamped by all his conflicting feelings. How could he tell her that her that he did not want to be a murderer and cause Snape's death? And also, he did not think that he would be able to survive the guilt of knowing that Snape died because of his own selfish wants.

The dreams, or rather, nightmares that he had before the one that he had with Snape in it only elevated his doubts.

//But young Harry, why would you call yourself a murder?//, he heard Gaza hiss in curiosity.

'Oops. Guess he said his previous thoughts out loud.'

He sighed. Since she knew the truth, he might as well tell her everything.

Therefore, he told her everything; from all the neglect that he received from the Dursleys, the way they bullied him into doing their chores, the way they starved him sometimes. He sat in front of the fire, with Gaza curled round his hand as he told her of the happy moments that he had after arriving at Hogwarts. He did not know how long he sat there for, recounting his 'adventures' that he had with Voldemort, explaining to her why exactly was he a murderer.

When he was finally done, he noticed that she was looking at him with a slightly pitying gaze.

//Now don't look at me like that, this is why I hate confiding in people. Please, Gaza…//

//Sorry, I didn't realize that I wasss doing that. You are more than deserving to be with Severusssss. That poor boy just needssss to be loved sometimessss. You know, Harry, it is no good to try and stop yourself from loving him, for you would only regret it later on. Trust me.//

When Harry did not appear to be convinced, she persuaded him further

//Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't. So all you have to do is listen to yourself//, she told him somewhat sleepily.

'Great, she just had to add on to the confusion'

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After putting Gaza back into her box so she could get some well-needed sleep, Harry walked over to where Snape was sleeping and looked at him. 'Did he really love him?'

It was strange really, how vulnerable Se-Snape looked when he was asleep. He even looked…at peace with himself. Harry wondered why Snape chose to appear as such a bitter and cruel person when he was not. He knew of this fact for sure, as all the time that he had spent with Snape showed him that Snape could be witty, funny and on several occasions even nice when he wanted to.

Without realizing what he was doing, Harry tucked a stray lock behind Sev's ear.

'Much better', he thought to himself with satisfaction.

He then traced the side of Sev's cheek with a finger.

'Could I bear to see him get tortured by Voldemort if Voldemort found out about us?'

Harry leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and then his hands touched Snape's arm lightly…

Snape's eyes immediately shot open and he grabbed Harry's hand. If Harry's hand had not been caught in that vice-like grip, he would have stumbled to the ground from the sheer shock of that sudden movement.

"What the hell are you doing", Snape snarled as he glared at Harry with the coldest glare Harry had ever seen.

He gulped. Crap, this would need a lot of explaining.

"I-I", he started before he realized that he was unable to explain the situation. He tried in vain to hide the blush that was rising steadily up his cheeks.

"I'm asking you for the last time. What. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?", Snape spat out.

Harry could not help but squirm under his gaze. He fell silent for a while, trying to think of a suitable explanation.

"I-I saw that your blanket had fallen, so I wanted to put it back in place", he lied somewhat lamely.

Snape narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Next time, just leave my blanket alone. Forget it, it's almost time for me to be up anyway", he grumbled before he went to brush his teeth.

'Oh great, he's back to being a grumpy git', Harry thought and he could not help but feel a little dejected

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For the rest of the day, Snape was an "ultra git", as Ron would say. Snape would just dock points from the other houses for the slightest reasons, examples of which were: breathing, sneezing, talking, asking questions…

At the end of the day, most of the students who attended his lessons were either crying or cursing him through seven hells and back.

Harry could not take it any longer. He decided to confront him.

That evening, Harry told a confused Ron and Hermione to wish him good luck before he headed to his "doom". If the situation was not so nerve-wracking, Harry might even have found the sight of Hermione looking confused odd and maybe a little amusing.

When he entered Snape's room, he saw that Snape was marking his students' essays as usual, no doubt writing scathing remarks that would make some First-Year burst into tears or something.

How should he go about it? He should probably be blunt and straight to the point.

"Snape, why were you acting so moody today?"

Oops, judging from the enraged look on Snape's face, that was the wrong thing to say.

"15 points from Gryffindor for being so rude to a teacher, Potter", Snape spat.

Potter? Harry could not help but raise his eyebrows at that. Snape had not called him that when they were alone for months!

"Ok fine I rephrase that. Why were you so grumpy today? You were more grumpy than usual-"

Harry was about to continue when Snape cut him off.

"Another 10 points from Gryffindor. I do not find the need to explain myself to you, Mister Potter. I can choose to be grumpy anytime I want. Now quit being a nosy parker and get out of my sight.", Snape told him evilly.

Why was he acting like this? Harry was torn between throttling Snape and kicking him in the shins. He blinked back angry tears. It must have been something to do with that kiss.

It was true that he kissed Snape first, but nobody asked Snape to kiss him back right? It was not as if he forced Snape to kiss him back. Snape did it himself and now he was acting like a total asshole about it.

Harry wanted to storm out of the room, but it was as if his feet were rooted on the spot. He could only stand there with a shocked and hurt expression. Of course, he tried to wipe away that expression away quickly. Harry would not allow Snape the satisfaction of seeing how upset his words made him.

Harry tried to come up with an equally hurting remark, but found that he was simply unable to do so. It was then that he realized that he was really, truly in love with Snape.

No! He'll be damned if he showed any form of weakness in front of Snape. He would not cry even if it killed him. Miraculously, Harry found some strength left in him to rush to Gaza's box, wrap her around his neck and then rush out of Snape's room before he could stop him

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//Harry, what'ssss wrong?//, Gaza asked him, concern evident in her voice. Harry just ignored her until he was inside the Room of Requirement. He paused for a while to regain his breath (she sure was heavy) before he answered her.

//Snape…he was so annoying and stupid and idiotic and it was almost as if he hated me, just like before. But I'm fine now. I'm sorry that I'm acting so silly and all…// he trailed off before his throat closed up and he could not say anything else.

//No Harry, itsss ok. I told you that Severusss alwaysss acted silly when he wasss in love-//

//No, Gaza that was not merely acting silly. You should have seen the hatred in his eyes. I don't know why I'm so affected by it actually. I mean, it's not as if he had never insulted me before. I-It just feels different this time…//, Harry said as he let out a bitter chuckle.

//Harry, listen to me//. When Harry did not look at her, she tried again.

//Harry! You have got to pull yourssself together. You're overreacting. I know thissss boy and I promise you that he does not hate you. He's just confused and he isss trying to push you away. You love him, don't you?//

When Harry nodded, she continued.

//You just have to wait for him to admit that he lovessss you. Of course, you can help matters along…//,she told him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

//Erm, what do you mean by that?//

//Why, you can sssseduce him!//, she said as she winked at him.

Harry choked. He certainly did not expect Gaza to say that. But he supposed that she was right. He would not be like a sitting duck and watch Snape retreat back to being a nasty git, not when he knew how much of a good person he could actually be.

'Snape, prepare to die', Harry thought with an impish smirk on his face before he laid down on the humongous bed before him.

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Snape sank back into his armchair, feeling mentally and physically drained. He had used almost every ounce of self-restrain that he had not to go forward and comfort Harry when he saw the hurt look that Harry had. He had almost apologized to him, goddamnit!

It was so hard to pretend that he hated the guy, especially so when he had known that Harry would hate him after that. Fortunately, he had years of acting experience to rely on.

However, he did not expect Harry to react as he had. Snape had merely expected Harry to fling some insult and storm off. But instead, Harry had to act like some melodramatic fool and grab Gaza along with him as well. Who knew what he was telling Gaza? Maybe Gaza might even bite him next time.

"Stupid fool sure knows how to make a person feel guilty", he muttered irritably under his breath before swiping the scrolls he had been marking clean off the table.

'What's done is done. And I'm not going to regret it. It's better for all of us'. That was the last thought Snape had before he fell asleep that night.

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Harry woke up, feeling better than he had ever done in ages, as he had A Plan. The corners of his lips turned up into a mischievous grin. He scooped Gaza up gently, wound her round his neck carefully so that he did not disrupt her sleep and tiptoed quietly towards the dungeons.

Upon reaching Snape's room, he lowered Gaza gently back into her box. Gaza merely let out a soft hiss.

Then, he picked up a quill and a piece of parchment on Snape's table and started writing. When he was done, he silently left the room with laughter bubbling inside of him.

'Oh, the look on Snape's face would be priceless.'

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When Snape opened his eyes, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. He glanced over and saw that Gaza was back in her box. But that meant…

He looked around to see if any of his items had been touched. From the looks of it, nothing except that piece of parchment had been tampered with He could have sworn that it was on the right corner of his desk, not right smack in the middle of it.

Harry must have left a message.

Snape walked over slowly, secretly hoping that Harry did not curse him through a thousand hells and back and picked up the parchment.

Dearest Sev

I long to be the one to kiss you awake every morning, to run my hands through your soft hair.

I long to touch your body in a soft caress; to make you more aware

I long to taste every inch of you, to make you mine

To lick and kiss till you whine and pine

I long to take you in me, to suck you till you scream

To make you beg and act horny just for me

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I love you so much, can't you see

How much you mean to me

If you can't

Then I guess you're as dumb as a flea

Love,

Harry Potter

Golden Boy, Boy-who-lived, whatever.

Snape dropped the parchment as abruptly as if he had been burned. His face had turned the most horrible shade of red.

'Oh great, he just had to plant those mental images in my head! How am I going to look at him and prevent myself from getting aroused? Things are never normal with Harry isn't it? He just has to be so damn thick-skinned and make my life so miserable', he thought in despair.

Ok, he was sooo not looking forward to going to the Hall for breakfast today.

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When Snape finally managed to control his blush, he made his way to the Hall and purposely avoided looking at the Gryffindor Table. He settled down and started to eat his breakfast. After a few moments, he realized that someone was staring at him. He did his best to ignore that person –he highly suspected it to be Harry-. But that person was seriously starting to irritate him.

'If it's Harry then so be it; I'm not going to be afraid of him, for god's sake', he thought furiously to himself.

And with that, he wrenched his gaze from his scrambled eggs and mustered the best glare that he could.

Oh crap. Harry was grinning at him and he winked. Just when Snape thought that it could not get any more embarrassing, Harry decided to stick out his pink tongue and lick his lips.

He seriously felt like he was on fire. Snape knew that he would only turn redder by the minute; therefore not wanting to look like a long-lost cousin of the Weasleys, he stood up swiftly and left the Great Hall with as much dignity as he could pretend to have.

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I decided to alter the last part a little to make it more...plausible. Thanks 3cheers4Snape!