*Here it is! It's a LONG one I know but it's gonna be worth the read, trust me on this. And many of you begged me to just you know, get more situations with Snape and Harry's tension. You wanted me to bring drama and flare to it. So I had to twist the plot again. This chapter is spectacular and it's my best so far, I think. Please read every word because every word, every sentence and every feeling stated is important. If you miss something it might throw you off balance. I only ask you this...are you ready?*

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(Snape)

Confusion and yet anger was flooding through my body as I stared down at Draco then my eyes moved to Harry who was staring wild eyed at me. The surroundings appeared quite unusual as I observed around me. Taps were running, sinks were overflowing and Malfoy's school shirt was balled up and in the sink. Then my eyes moved to Harry. He clutched his wand in his right hand almost too forcefully, and then I watched him observe Draco, fear creeping over his face.

'What happened here, Potter?' It seemed all too fishy. Something just wasn't adding together here. Wasn't this the outcome of a spell I had once invented myself?

He faced me then swallowed. 'I don't know', he lied blatantly.

That all in all set my nerves on end because there he stood and he actually chose to lie to my face. I immediately stooped next to Malfoy then waved my wand over his bloody chest, muttering the counter curse to a spell that I had myself made up. But how had Harry come to know about my spell? I'd have to deal with that as soon as I aided Draco. When I had done enough to cease the bleeding, I used the hover charm to have him stand vertical next to me. Then casting a reproachful glance at Potter, I made for the door, Draco beside me, his face contorted from pain.

'Wait here, Potter', I said icily, 'we need to talk about this.'

'But Sir –'

'Do as I say', I ordered then I went out the door with Draco.

When I had returned after placing Draco in Madam Pompfrey's care, I closed the washroom door then faced Harry. He was staring at me with confusion in his green eyes, and yet I understood why he had hexed Malfoy. They had somehow had one of their confrontations and Harry had gotten a little too far. And so I dreaded asking the question but I had to anyway.

'Where did you learn that spell, Potter?' I asked trying to sound angry.

'I-somewhere in a book I read it up somewhere I don't know what happened I didn't know the spell would do that –'

'What book?' I asked interrupting him as he attempted to babble away.

'A library book', he lied again and I had no choice but to penetrate his mind although I knew he immediately felt me intruding in his thoughts for his eyes squinted as he lost focus with the room before him.

What I saw shocked me nonetheless for I saw my old battered Potions Making textbook that I once used in Hogwarts swim into focus in Harry's mind. But it couldn't be. I had believed that I had somehow misplaced that textbook years ago. How had it found itself into Harry's hands?

'Bring your copy of Advanced Potions Making to me', I said, 'go on. I'm waiting. And hurry.'

He threw a cold glance at me then ran out the washroom. When he returned, he was clutching a copy of the Potions book in his hand but after reading the name of Roonil Wazil on the inside of the cover, I knew that he had somehow stolen Mr. Weasley's copy of the book to bring to me.

'You stand there before me and actually expect me to believe that this is your book?' I asked holding the book out in front of me. 'Are you lying to me, Potter?'

He stared back at me, his eyes resembling green pools of shallow water that appeared tempting to surrender and get drowned in. But I didn't allow myself to step into the captivity of his intense gaze.

'Alright I lied', he said lowering his eyes, 'I just can't find my copy of the book. I –'

'Did you just admit that you lied to me, Potter?' I asked stepping tentatively towards him, my eyes on his. 'Do you know what I detest the most?'

'I-no', he said softly as he stepped backwards.

'I seriously hate liars, Potter', I announced as I saw that he had stepped back against the wall. 'And to have you lie to me, I am now forced to wonder if this is the first time that you –'

'No', he said cutting me off, 'I never lied to you before. I promise you that.'

'Don't promise me anything if you are going to lie to me easily', I demanded, pointing my wand at his chest. 'Tell me the truth. Where did you learn that spell from?'

I wanted to see the fear flicker in his eyes as he observed the situation at hand. I wanted him to understand that I was terribly angry because he had lied to me. But what did Harry do? He gazed back at me coolly, those green eyes remaining calmly focused. Oh how he could bring forth so many ways to tease, tempt and torment me: the three T's. He would smile at the most daring thing, remain calm when he was faced with a most terrible situation and yet, yet I really utterly enjoyed his reactions as they were. Potter was one of a kind.

'What do you want me to say?' he asked seriously, 'do you want me to tell you the truth so that you can begin to lecture me on how bad my actions were, so that you can laugh in my face and call me a fool? I have told you the truth before, all of it were true. And if you don't believe me then fuck off.'

I stepped towards him and grabbed him by the front of his school shirt that was soaked from either sweat or water, I couldn't care less. 'Don't you dare swear at me, Potter. Don't you dare do that!'

'Lower your wand, Snape', he said narrowing his eyes at me. 'Lower your wand and step away from me.

I did but slowly, keeping my eyes on him. 'Say that you are sorry, Potter. You owe me an apology.'

'I don't owe you any apology. It's you who owe me one for believing that I had been lying to you before.'

'Oh look who's speaking of owe. In a sense, you owe me tremendously, Potter. I have been trying to protect your ass from many things. I have been risking my life to save yours and you stand there announcing that I owe you?'

'I never asked for you to be the one to protect me!' he said harshly and I knew that I had said enough. 'It's you who made the promise and it's you who has to suffer because of it so –'

'Silence!' I sneered at him as my hand pushed him back and my fingers dug into his chest. 'How dare you!'

'How dare I what? Remind you of the truth?' he asked boldly. 'You can have a choice you know. Walk away and never protect me again, never try to be there for me and never ever promise to give me a chance. Go. I'm the one you're protecting so I have a right to say something about it.' And I saw his eyes moisten as his anger began to anguish him.

'You want me to walk away?' I asked dryly, my eyes threatening to bring forth tears as well. 'Is that what you want?'

'You leave me with no choice!' he demanded heatedly, 'you made it sound as if protecting me is something you don't want to do –'

'I have never said that, Potter', I said my voice strained. 'I never ever said that. You are jumping to conclusions.'

'Look who's talking about jumping to conclusions when you just accused me of lying before! What do you mean by you've been risking your life to save mine and you've been trying to protect my ass? It sounds as if you wanted nothing to do with it! You'd rather stand aside and watch me die, watch me be punished and –'

I grabbed him by his shoulders and stared him hard in his eyes. 'Why do you believe that I'd desire to watch you die and be punished? Do you believe me to be that lowly?'

'Then why did you have to make an oath? Why don't you tell me about that part instead of lying to me. If it's anyone who has to tell me the truth, it has to be you. Why did Dumbledore say that you made an oath to protect me? What brought about that?'

I just stood there looking back at him because I couldn't answer his questions. You know that I couldn't do that no matter what the circumstances were.

'Besides, I look like my father so why risk your neck to protect me?' He was tempting me.

'You ask for answers that you really don't want to know, Potter. I will not answer your questions.'

'Fine then, so much for telling the truth. Have it your way.'

'My way?' I asked raising an eyebrow. 'I will desire it your way, Potter.' And I released my grip on him, 'I am doing as you suggested I do. I will walk away.'

'GO ahead and punish me then', he pleaded, taunting me once again, 'for what I said. Go ahead and do what you want. If you walk away, I swear I will not forget it because this will not be the first time that you walked away when I needed you most. You always leave, you always leave me hanging and this here, this is stupid. This is fucking stupid. I am fed up of you judging me, Snape. Go ahead and walk away and I swear that I will make you regret it.'

I stared back at him speechless. Words couldn't come. However, I managed to say, 'I have never judged you, Harry.'

'You have!' he demanded, 'you think I'm disgusting because I have feelings for you and you twist it around and take advantage of me, mocking me, using my feelings to hurt me back –'

'I have never turned anything around, have never used your words to target you!' I said in disbelief. 'I don't believe you are disgusting and I have never mocked you!'

'You're always hurting me', he said sadly, 'you hurt me more emotionally than I have ever been hurt physically. I don't want that because that's not love.'

'Fine', I said, 'It's how I desired you to feel from the beginning. There is no such thing as love between us. You have just admitted it yourself. Why don't you seek out someone else to generate this anger and love towards instead of attacking me? I am finished here with you. Our relationship goes back to the two of us loathing after each other then. Your last words?'

There was a tap running somewhere behind me, edging at my nerves as I glared at him. And then there was the smell of mould and soap around me as well. I couldn't take this anymore, it was too damn much. He was standing there daring me to have a go at him and I wasn't ready to fight back. All I wanted to do was to punish him by silencing his words with a passionate kiss, grab him by his shirt and ravish him against the wall and leave him breathless. However, such things appeared frivolous in my mind at the current moment. So sliding my wand back into my robe, I turned towards the door and strode out, leaving him gaping in my wake.

'I hate you, Snape', he muttered as I reached the door.

Sighing, I slowed down my pace and said clearly for him to hear, 'How utterly truthful.'

(Harry)

Following the washroom incident, our relationship as it was became almost too jumpy. Whenever I'd see Snape, my feet on its own accord would carry me the other way, or my eyes would suddenly flick away from him to stare elsewhere.

I remember one time when I was standing by myself waiting on Hermione and Ron to come downstairs and I heard his voice travelling along the corridor that I was standing on, I immediately turned around and I quickly walked away, in fear of seeing him.

Just the look on his face when he saw me made me feel bad about myself. And I bet he believed that all that I had told him was a lie. But how could he believe I lied when he had witnessed how I reacted to when he touched me, talked to me and so on? Was Snape that dense?

And so the days travelled by with me sitting at the back of his classes, my head bent on most occasions when I could manage it. At times he would stride down the aisle to see if we were reading our textbooks and he'd linger at my table almost too long. My eyes never lifted to meet his because somehow deep inside, I believed that he had insulted me as much as I had insulted him during that washroom incident. And naturally I couldn't see my fault so the blame fell on him.

One times too many I was forced to answer a question in class. One such an occasion, Snape had paired us up into groups to assess a situation that somehow threatened the life of someone in some way. He wanted us to tell him how we would deal with such a situation. When the time came for Hermione and me to have a go, he called on me to answer the question, to discuss it openly. I did so, trying my best to sound cold and bored and I expected him to retort on my stupid answer or something. But he never looked at me. His eyes were focused elsewhere but on me. And so I took that to mean that he had become disgusted in setting his eyes on me ever again.

And what did anyone want me to do after he had refused to answer my questions? After what he had told me about him risking his stupid life to save me...did I ask for that? I never asked him to do that and yet he always acted as if he was important and anyone couldn't do without him.

But you can't do without him.

Fuck you, I said to my conscience. Fuck you and fuck him and fuck the whole population that believes that I owe them for looking out for me.

And so when I got back upstairs, do you know what I did? I took out the card that he sent me from under my pillow and I tore it up bit by bit. Tears flooded my eyes but all I could feel for him was anger and pain. And whilst I was tearing the card up, I swore that I would forget him. I made my oath that it was all but a misunderstanding and the feelings I had for him was just a phase. I wasn't gay. I wasn't bisexual as well. And I could have proved it if I wanted to. There was Ginny who could love me back and I could have a go with any other girl if I wanted to. He had just messed up my mind.

But stupid me didn't understand that that was not how love worked. Deep down, I still wanted him. I longed for Snape more than ever since that day when we had that argument. And deep down I knew that I'd never get over him. But wasn't it good to at least hope that I could succeed? After all, what would you have chosen...to continue longing for someone that you couldn't have for a next two years and you might not even get them then...or would you let go of those feelings?

I even cursed him silently as I lay on my bed, my eyes on the ceiling and when Ron came in, I turned to face the other way, my eyes burning.

'Alright, Harry?' he asked softly and I nodded.

'Yea, I'm just tired.'

'Good night then.'

'Good night, Ron'.

The days went by very slow for me and with every day that came, I became much more depressed. I'd wake up in the morning, my eyes swollen after crying silently over his stupid ass. And I feared that I was becoming a sissy indeed.

I spent my days in Dumbledore's office, revisiting his memories of Voldemort and analysing those memories with him bit by bit. I found similarities in myself and Tom Riddle at most times and the question always burnt at the back of my mind to ask Dumbledore why Snape had made an oath to him. Yet I never did ask him. Even after I had managed to get the memory from Slughorn that he had asked me for, I still didn't ask him about Snape. It was until I was heading up to meet Dumbledore on a top landing along a tower. As I was climbing the stairs, I heard Snape's voice.

'...tell him and you never ever wish to relate everything to me? Shouldn't I know more as well? After all, I am protecting the boy.'

'I have decided that I shouldn't place all my eggs in one basket. I haven't gotten around to having all my trust placed on one person, especially one who so happens to be dangling on the arm of Voldemort.'

I could have only seen Snape's back, his black robe gathered at his feet as he stood facing Dumbledore. And I knew he was glaring at the man before him.

'Have it your way', Snape said and he bowed then spun around. Even before I could figure out where to hide, he was coming my way. He came to stop before me, his dark eyes steely. 'Eavesdropping, Potter?'

'Leave me alone', I said coldly and I tried to move around him.

'Watch your mouth, Pot-'

'I said to leave me alone!' I said through gritted teeth and without waiting on him to lash out at me, I pushed past him, tears burning in my eyes.

'You think', and he grabbed the front of my robe then held me there before him, 'that I am your age, your size and I am on the same level of arrogance with you, don't you? Don't you!'

We were on the landing below where Dumbledore stood so it was possible that he could have heard us. However, Snape couldn't care less. I could see anger in his eyes as he glared at me and I wondered at that moment if all that anger was the cause of me. Was I the source of it all or did the Headmaster ignite that fury inside of him?

And rain was coming. I could feel my skin prickle as the air became intensely chilled. Then thunder rolled somewhere above us and my prediction was proven. Coming back to Snape gripping me by the front of my robe, I refused to answer him. Fuck him, don't you agree?

'I have had enough of you trying to hurt, humour and test me, Potter', he said and his body was pressed almost too intimately against mine. I felt nothing because my blood had become almost too cold, if it was from the chilled air or what, I couldn't tell. But my entire body was becoming too cold. 'You're emotional bouts of anger, and frustration that allows you to vent idiotic behaviours to me is edging at me nerves.'

'Then get over yourself!' I demanded into his face, 'do as I say and leave me alone!'

'Do not tell me what to do'. And he tightened his grip on my shirt. The result was me feeling my collar cut into my skin as he held me there. 'I don't take orders from you, Potter.'

'I forgot', I hissed angrily, 'you take orders from Voldemort don't you? Sorry but it slipped my mind. Sometimes I wonder where your destiny lies and since you hate me, it surely doesn't lie here.'

And he then chose to drag me down the stairs, me stumbling in his wake as he carried us two landings below. I tried to fight him off, and I tried to tug at his hand to make him let me go, but he was too strong for me. And my hands were slippery with sweat.

Its funny how at times when you'd expect yourself to become vulnerable and break up, you all of a sudden would feel extremely cold and secure. It was as if he couldn't say anything to make me break down. I felt as if I could argue back with his sorry ass for as long as he desired. That was Harry Potter for you. I became stronger in the worst situations ever. I'd have my parents' death mentioned by some idiot and I'd fight back, with anger as compared to me breaking down at the mention of them.

Snape took us to the beginning of the corridor which one had to take to get up to the landing. Pushing me into a corner as the thunder rolled above us, he once again continued to try to intimidate me. But like I said, none of it would work. I was wrong, so wrong.

'You have crossed too many boundaries with me, Potter', he whispered angrily. 'I do not take such arrogance from people like you.'

My blood was rushing through my veins, my head was pounding and all I wanted was to push him away from me. I wanted to take out my wand and have a go at him with how angry I was feeling. Oh fuck, the nerve of him to attack me! And he called himself mature! Was this how a mature person handled a situation like this?

'I'm arrogant?' I asked and laughed, watching his eyes flicker, 'I'm arrogant. Snape if you don't let me go this instant I'm going to make you regret it because I do not like it when people harass me like this.'

'Make me regret it then', he asked of me, daring me to do something.

From the corner of my eye I could see that it had begun raining lightly and I knew that Dumbledore would want to know where I was. I was supposed to meet him. But this asshole had me here and I couldn't do anything about it. Or could I? Reaching down, I did the only thing that came to mind (other than taking my wand out and trying to do something with it). My hand found between his pants and I desperately tried to grab unto him. His dark eyes fluttered as I held unto his penis through his pants and it was then that he used his other hand to grip behind my back, his fingertips digging into my skin through my school shirt.

As our bodies pressed together, honestly, I could feel Snape's heart pounding terribly beneath his shirt. His lips parted slightly as he breathed in and out of his mouth, and I felt my heart begin to pound tremendously too! Seriously! I know that you'd probably be wondering how I could move from being so fucking angry at him to me wanting to fuck him right there and then, but that was what I was beginning to imagine. Chills travelled up and down my spine as my chest tightened when I noted his expression on his face change.

'Potter', he breathed into my face and then he buried his face into my hair. 'Stop it.'

'You said to make you regret it', I declared softly and my mind was working fast because I was thinking several things one time. Don't go all buggers on me and say that oh wow, Harry Potter finds it amazing that he's thinking about several things at one time. Oh no, it's not like that. It's just that damn.

What I felt, what I had my hand around was something extraordinarily amazing. He called me big before? If I was big then he was like, bigger than big: based on as much as I was feeling, that is.

'I am going to hurt you', he said hoarsely and I couldn't help but smile as he pulled back and our eyes met, his were glazed though.

'How nice of you to warn me in advance, Snape', I said holding his gaze. 'Fuck', and I swore as I felt his hand grab me as well.

'Move your hand away before I hurt you. I'm warning you, Potter. I am so angry right now that not even that will affect me. You are pushing it too much.'

'But it did affect you', I said.

His hand tightened around my penis which was growing hard as ever and I suddenly felt the urge to pee. It always happened when the place was cold, damn it! I suspect that that was normal right? But geese, what was he going to play...a tug of war?

I know you would have continued to hold unto him, especially since he was supposed to get what he asked for but I let go. The thing is, he didn't let go of me. What was I to do now? Oh right, I had asked for this.

'Listen to me', he said softly and I could still see the anger flaring behind his eyes. 'If you ever try that again, I might just –' and he bent forward, using his teeth to bit my bottom lip softly then I felt his teeth cutting in as he bit down harder. Then my lip was released and he was breathing into my mouth, his fingers pressing into my neck as he held me there. And his other hand was tightening around my penis, making me moan, my eyelids fluttering close. 'I might just do as you wish me to and fuck you ,hurt you so bad that you'll wish that you never touched me in the first place, that you never crossed the line with me at all.' And he released me, his face still close to mine.

'That is what I want', I whispered and I couldn't take it anymore. It felt as if a volcano was erupting in my body after he had done what he had done to me. Grabbing him by his hair with one hand, I braved all odds and kissed him hard, my tongue forcing his lips apart as I tilted his head sideways to work my way around his mouth. He didn't kiss me back. That was what I was expecting but he allowed me to, and it was a passionate kiss, one that entailed him trying to bite my tongue, my lip as he tried to hurt me.

'You-really-don't-learn-do-you?' he asked, his breath coming almost too quickly. 'I only know of one category of love making, Potter, one he taught me. And that', he pulled away from the kiss then he grabbed my hair at the back of my head with one hand, jerking my head sideways, 'is of such pain that pleasure takes long to come after.' And when I felt Snape's teeth close around my flesh at the base of my neck, I cried out, my voice breaking up as he nibbled me hard there.

'I don't want you to hurt me, Snape', I said. 'I'm not like him. I'd never hurt you like he –'

'You have hurt me, Potter', he said into my neck, and my skin felt raw and tingly where he had nibbled me. 'You are always hurting me, just like he always wants to hurt me. You demand that I have been hurting you but you're doing the very same to me. It is no different than -'

'I'm not like him!' I demanded fiercely. 'Whatever he did to you, I'd never do that.'

'Oh you would', he said and worked his way to my earlobe. 'You would keep on tormenting me any way you can have it, simply because I have always denied loving you back the very same way you desire me.'

'But you do love me', I said softly as sweat drained down my back and my face. 'You cannot fool me.'

I felt my shirt slip further down my shoulder as he exposed the skin there and then his teeth was closing around my skin again as he nibbled me hard there as well. Then with his fingers digging into my neck and back, he stood up to fix his eyes on mine. 'Harry, I don't want you. Believe that and that alone. You cannot have me and I cannot have you even if I wished it. Leave me alone, Harry. Leave me alone. I swear to God if you do not do as I say, matters will become worse for you. What people fail to realise is that once you anger me, I make you regret it.'

'But I did nothing to you to make you –'

'You didn't?' he asked with his dark eyes alighted with flames of danger or desire or despair. 'You touched me most intimately. And you were rude to me. I always excuse you because of suspicion of your hormones stirring up trouble within you. But if you ever do that again to me, violate me as such, I will hurt you. This is my warning, Potter.'

'Well I'm sorry then', I said angrily, 'And just for the record, I didn't bring this to happen. It's you who took me down here. So don't put any blame on me because you know what I think? I think that you were just waiting on a chance to hurt me. I'm sorry for doing that. But in case you haven't noticed, you're up on me too so I didn't have a choice.'

The rain blew in on us as we stood there pressed together and I wished that lightening could strike us there and then, killing us to save our lives.

(Snape)

He had taken me to the edge of my sanity within an hour and I was afraid that I was about to fall from the edge. I was so fucking distraught, so angry and so frustrated with everyone, everything that I was taking it out on him and he didn't even know. How selfish I was to treat him like that when he didn't deserve it. But I believed that he did deserve some of it because of his mere existence, he was turning my life into a living hell. I was burning in his flames of desire and love, and if I didn't gather composure soon enough, I swore that I'd mess up big time and Voldemort would take me out.

That was my concern right now. Everything I worked for in protecting him and protecting myself would collapse before me if Potter trapped me. And what did I do? I tried to hurt him, to make him feel how painful I had learnt to make love: the beginnings of love, and he had done nothing but ask for more. How insane was that? Everything I did, he responded oppositely.

What did I require? I wished unto that hour that I could take him away and escape from all of this. Yet, it made no sense for me to perform such a ludicrous action. I was supposed to kill Dumbledore any day now and I had just made matters worse for both of us: Harry and I. I had intended to frighten him, make him fear me as I exposed my dangerous side to him. But it had just made him desire me more than before and now I desire him more than ever as well. I was aware that I had to run into hiding when I performed the act of killing that greying flute upstairs. I just wanted...

I didn't know what the flying fuck I wanted anymore since I fell for Harry. It always felt almost like if I was a leaf caught in a whirlwind taking me places I reckoned I'd never know of. He could drive me mad with his harsh words, torment me with his advances and boldness and he could even make me angry when he desired me at the most. What sort of love was this? Was I to continue to suffer even though I believed I loved someone? Was that what love entailed?

And what would he do when I vanished in a few days, weeks from him? Explain to me how you would have felt had you been in my position. Would you have walked away? Should you make love to him even though it might be the last time you'd ever see him again, even though it might tie you closer to him, even though it might tear up your mind and force you to just let go and give up?

'This is too much for me', I said. 'I hate love. Quite rhetorical but do me a favour and leave me alone. It is all I ask of you, Potter. Fuck.'

I began to cry before him, my body shaking from sadness and frustration as I thought of what situation I was in. And when he only stared back at me, tears draining down his cheeks, I took his right hand in mine and reached into my pocket.

'Snape', he said and he tried to press the palm of his left hand unto my face.

'Take...this', I whispered and I slipped the envelope into his hand. 'Do not open it until the act is committed. No', I said as he tried to ask me what I was referring to, 'you will know what I am speaking of when the time comes.'

I placed my fingers on his left hand that was resting on my cheek and removed it. 'Don't. We make each other hurt too much, Potter. We argue too much and it is because of our differing beliefs on anything happening between us. I am most sorry for targeting you with the hatred I was feeling. My life isn't exactly filled with roses and sunshine these days. Forgive me.'

'I have to go', I said stepping away. 'I am sorry for everything. Goodbye. I walk away from you as of now once again.' And I knew it was utterly stupid of me to end it that way but I had to do it. I couldn't stand there with him any longer. Leaving him to stand looking after me, I strode off down the corridor, my eyes flooded with tears as I went.

(Harry)

I just couldn't understand it all. Fuck what was going on with him?

He had dragged me down here, trying to ignite an argument between the two of us. And then he was teasing me by biting my neck, my ear, my lip...all those parts of me still either tingled or ached. I wanted more of it. Sadistic as it was but I wanted his teeth closing around my skin again, his hand around me and his demand to fuck me met out. I always wanted, wanted, wanted and would never just think about what he wanted.

It would seem so selfish right? But the thing is, every single time I saw him, I was reminded of how he didn't desire to be with me. And not only that, but I couldn't even have it my way if I wanted. The outcome was gnawing away at my conscience. Have you ever felt that way...as if you wanted someone even though you knew it was wrong? I wanted him even though he could make me so fucking angry, he could shun me even when I teased him and he could snap at me and I could somehow keep my calm. But why was he so emotional when it came to me if he claimed that he didn't feel the same for me?

But you are hurting him, Harry. Anger is just Snape's way of reacting to you hurting him. You're tormenting him so bad that he's losing control. Just look at what he did to you, what he told you. Use your fucking common sense that the Big Man gave you! What are you doing with it? Using it to think through your balls?

He's angry? HE is angry? What about me? How am I hurting him? So many questions I have so answer them if you think you're so special.

You're hurting him. He's hurting you. What the flying fuck don't you get from that?

He's confusing me. What am I to do? Walk away and forget it all? Forget all that happened?

Are you even paying any attention to me? My name is conscience and I am attempting to help you! Look beyond the horizon, buddy. Stop focusing on yourself and put yourself in Snape's position for awhile.

I can't do that if he's not being honest with me in the first place! How can I even think as he would if he's somehow holding back something from me? How can I see things in detail when things are missing in the first place?

He loves you.

No he doesn't.

So he said he'd fuck you just like that?

He was angry at me. Saying that was his way of attempting to make me feel threatened!

Any reasonable gay man would want you. You're just being an asshole by denying the fact that he loves you.

'Oh God, I'm running off', I said out loud as I climbed the stairs to meet Dumbledore. 'I'm talking to my conscience!'

'Look at you', Dumbledore said with his forehead creased as I went to stand next to him, 'you look utterly confused, Harry.'

'If you only knew', I said sighing.

'What was that?'

'Nothing', I said and tried to avoid his eyes. Instead I gazed out unto the grounds below. The green grass was sharply coloured since the rain had moistened it and a few students had braved it to venture outside.

'Is it Professor Snape?'

I said nothing.

'I take that as a yes', he said calmly. Turning to face him, my fingers massaging my jaw, I made up a face.

'So where are we going?' I asked instead, trying to divert the conversation.

'Oh yes, getting back to that, you shall know most soon enough.'

So we got to that eerily looking cave thing, we went inside, I had to force him to drink the liquid in the bowl, he complied, things came up from the dark lake to grab out at us, and then I was standing with my arm around him on the same landing as before. The liquid had threatened to drive him over the edge. Looking at him stumble before me, as he gripped the bars to support himself, I felt one thing and that was fear. I had never seen him like this before because he was this great wizard that I knew of. But here he was practically as shaken up as a rattle. And when he demanded to see Snape, for me to go fetch Snape, I wanted to die.

'But I should go find someone else', I said tucking my wand away. 'I –'

'Professor Snape', he whispered. 'He's the one you must get. Quickly, Harry.'

And so I descended the stairs but I had only gotten to the landing below when I heard footsteps climbing the same stairs I had taken mere seconds before. Ducking around a corner, away from view, I peered up and could only make out the person's soles of his or her shoes. The person standing right above me and dust filtered down as whomever it was stepped from one foot to the other.

'Don't try to even protect yourself', Draco's voice warned and I was filled with surprise. I then her something hit the ground above. It had to be him disarming Dumbledore. 'Jus-just let me do this. Don't try –'

'Draco Malfoy', Dumbledore said, his voice in a whisper.

I stood listening to Dumbledore trying to persuade Malfoy to not kill him and just when I decided that I'd go along up and step in, I heard footfalls on the stairway. Peering around a carton, my eyes rested on Bellatrix, Greyback, and another Death Eater whom I knew but I couldn't place a name on him as of then.

Could I face them all on my own if I went up there? I was slowly walking towards the stairs as I was thinking all of this and when someone grabbed my shoulder from behind, I almost screamed like a little girl. Turning around, my eyes locked with Snape.

'What the...?'

'Harry', and he placed his finger on his lips to signal me to be quiet. 'stay here.'

'What? I must stay here and do nothing? What's going –'

'Listen to me', he whispered frantically and grabbed me by the front of my shirt. I was getting used to this. 'Trust me, please. Stay here.'

'I can't', but he did the unimaginable. Snape pulled me forward and his lips were on mine hungrily. He bit my upper lip as I tried to grab his hair and then it was over as fast as it had begun. 'Snape', I whispered and he brought his face closer to mine, our lips touching.

And he was then walking away from me, he was climbing the stairs and then I heard the voices muffle as they took in his entrance. My face was dripping with sweat and my head was pounding with confusion and anxiety because I wanted to do something. What was I to do? Stand there and observe Death Eaters parading in the topmost landing of Hogwarts? But just as I then decided that I'd rush down to maybe get another teacher and alert someone, my eyes flickered back upstairs.

'Severus', Dumbledore was saying, 'please.'

I looked closer and was shocked with what I was seeing. Snape had his wand pointed to Dumbledore! What the...?

'Avada Kedavra!' he yelled and I winced, my body becoming cold, too cold as I witnessed the horror.

Somehow I had managed to run for my life because next thing I knew, I was going down the stairs and running along a corridor. They were obviously coming behind me because there was only one way to get out from up that way. But what was I to do now? They couldn't disapparate from inside the castle so that meant that they'd have to get out of the grounds. The vanishing cabinet. All these things were whirling around in my mind as I strode on. He had killed Dumbledore. Snape had killed. Was it him though? Did I hear correctly? It was his voice yes.

Things were happening so fast. I was feeling a rush. My feet were feeling like jelly. My head was threatening to burst open. Snape. Fuck!

And then I saw them as they were escaping down the corridor and along a hallway towards a door that would lead them outside. What did I do? I followed them. I honestly don't know what went in me to do that but I followed them because of one thing. I wanted to fight him, make him tell me the truth. He wasn't going to escape and leave me here filled with all these questions. This wasn't going to end just like that.

Tears came to my eyes when I thought of what I had witnessed him perform. He had killed Dumbledore in front of me, knowing that I was there and I could see everything. What was he playing at? Was this some sadistic game of his to kiss me, demand that I remain where I was and then venture up to kill the man I believed he trusted the most? Actually it was the other way around now: Dumbledore had trusted him...had.

And I was pelting through the trees after them, Bellatrix firing hexes back at me as I shouted his name out.

'Snape!'

It had begun raining again and my eyes were stinging from hot tears. Another curse flew at me and I was thrown back with tremendous force.

'Leave him', I heard his damned voice. 'He belongs to the Dark Lord. We mustn't hurt him.'

Fighting to take deep breaths, I struggled up and ran after them, anguished and angered. My frigging head was spinning like a bloody top. And as much as my heart ached from being pressured and there were stitches in my side, I ran on. He wasn't going to leave me like this without answers.

'Snape!' I shouted again and this time we had reached the clearing that led up to Hagrid's house. 'Snape!'

And then he spun around to face me, his face ash white and his eyes wide. 'What?'

We stared at each other, a mixture of emotions flicking behind our eyes, emotions that the other could see clearly for we were that vulnerable to each other now when we came face to face.

'Why?' I asked bending over and clutching my sides. 'Why did you –'

'Potter, go back. Leave.' And the rain came down in sheets now, obscuring my vision so that he was a blur in front of me.

'You killed him', I whispered then stood up full, 'you killed him! Why...?'

'Just go. You need not know anymore!'

And I got up then attempted to run at him but he raised his wand and I was thrown back, this time I felt as if my chest had been smashed in. Everything was becoming a blur around me as I tried to stand up. Was this some terrible nightmare? Oh fuck what was this? I stood up with tears streaming down my face and glared at him, anger filling up every corner of my body. And then I pointed my wand at him.

'Sectumsempra!' but he blocked the spell and I tried again only to have him block it again.

'Stop that! I told you to trust me! Leave!' he demanded and his face was contorted with frustration. His eyes were wet. 'Potter leave. I am asking you nicely.'

I focused on him, mustering up all my energy and attention and then I attempted to try the spell again this time using my mind.

'No!' he shouted. And I was thrown back, landing hard on my back, my eyes watering more from the excruciating pain.

Moaning, I struggled to breathe and then he was standing over me. My hands desperately tried to seek out my wand which had to be somewhere nearby.

'No more spells', he said and kicked something away. That had to be my wand. 'I told you to trust me, to listen to me, and you did not comply so I had no choice but to hurt you. I told you time and time again, Potter, if you interfere with me when I do not desire it, I shall make you regret it.'

'How dare you!' I demanded, 'you fucking murderer! You coward and you liar! You killed him! You lied to me!'

'I never lied!' he shouted with his eye icy. 'Do not dare call me a coward! You are not aware of what my life is like so don't you dare!'

I thought in my mind 'Levicorpus' but he blocked it. 'You dare use my own spells against me, Potter?'

What? Huh? I was seeing stars now.

'That's right. I am the Half Blood Prince', he said coldly, his eyes dark and his face contorted in rage. 'It is my book you had. I made up those spells when I was younger than you were. Don't be like your goddamn father and try to use my spells against me.'

'Oh right and I am Voldemort's son', I snapped and couldn't say more because I was finding it harder to breathe now.

'One day you will learn, Potter', he warned, 'remember everything I told you and if you're smart enough, you will gather what everything means. Goodbye.'

And he was walking away from me. I was lying there in pain and Snape was again walking away from me. I swear that I wished that he'd drop down dead right there and then. I couldn't really explain how I was feeling because there weren't any words enough to describe it all. But this was shit! After gathering my strength and I knew that he had followed the others to disapparate outside the gates, I got up and limped forward.

Writer's Note: Alright I know this was too much to digest but you're welcome to ask questions because I really think I confused myself at certain times! Honestly. Please review this chapter because I did put my all into this one and I desire to know how it turned out. If I made any mistakes, I am sorry. I didn't expect to redo the scenes the exact way as in the books or movies. However, to add my flare to it, I did such. I just wanted you to see a bit further, see things differently for a change...you know, what if that happened? Lol. Delusional but kind of scary eh?

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