A/N: Alright, this is the edited, sense-making, Chapter 10. New name and all. :) Anyway, I hope you guys especially like this one, seeing as it took me like two months to fix it AND update. Lol Thanks for still reading (if you are).

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After last night's incident, I have realized something about myself. Which, personally, I think no man should have to do.

Anyway, I have realized that sex is not what I want from Potter. Sounds strange, but it's true. I don't want sex from him, which is why I can't have sex with him. Well, I guess I could, but I won't. Not yet anyway. But, what I do want is something much more complex. I want him. All of him. I want to know every little detail about this boy that makes my heart hammer and my brain turn to mush. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him laugh, where he's ticklish, his favorite movie, his favorite drink, everything.

And I need to tell him this. Soon.

I get up out of bed and trudge into the shower, dreading the feeling of cleanliness. After my shower, I dress in my normal robes and exit my bedroom, realizing that it's Wednesday. I have no classes on Wednesday. Haha, things are looking up after all.

I approach the Great Hall with caution, as it is buzzing with conversation from the students eating within its walls. I do not wish my good day to be ruined by dunderheads without enough common sense to sleep in on such a wonderfully, student-less day. Of course, it's not student-less for them, as they are students, but all the same, so far, it is a spectacular day.

As I walk to my seat at the Staff Table, I find my gaze wandering toward the Gryffindor Table. My eyes rest upon Potter. He still hasn't managed to learn how to use a hairbrush properly, but his emerald eyes more than make up for it. He is not staring back obviously, as that would make a scene. And we want to avoid making scenes. Scenes cause nothing but drama.

I sigh and take my seat, grabbing the pitcher of black coffee as I sit down. Minerva had been reaching for it as well, and she glares at me as I pour myself a cup. I smile as I place the pitcher back in its place and grab a few pieces of toast with jam.

I eat my breakfast in silence, even though noise is erupting all around me. Teachers absorbed in meaningless conversation about the most frivolous of things. Students laughing and cheering as if life was worth being happy about. Their worthless existence is one they all deserve.

After I finish my breakfast, I get up and stroll into my classroom. I may not have classes, but I do have 300 essays on Vampirism that I need to grade. On my desk sits the stack of poorly acquired essays. I sigh and take a seat. I bring out my quill and a bottle of red ink.

After grading at least thirty of them, I hear a knock on my door. Without looking up, I mindlessly call, "Come in." Looking back, perhaps that wasn't my greatest idea.

My door slams open to show a pale, sickly looking child. I don't recognize him, so I reach for my wand instinctively. However, he was quicker.

"Expelliaramus!" He shouts. My wand flies backward and lands across the room. The child moves in and I can now clearly see his face. I cannot place the boy with a name, however. Greasy strands of raven hair cover most of his face, and he is lanky.

"No wands," he says hoarsely. I recognize the voice, but I cannot remember why. "I come only to give a warning." He steps forward into the light of my classroom. I can recognize the coat he was wearing. It is one my grandmother had made me when I was still a schoolboy. So how did he acquire my coat?

He pushes the strands of hair away from his face to reveal ghostly glazed icy eyes. I know that face now. Even with the dead eyes, I know the face. And now I want to know how he's here, talking to me.

"My warning is a simple one," he begins. "Stay away from the boy. Stay away if you want to live. His days of battle are long from over and such an attachment would only cause you harm. Harm inflicted not by him, but by one much stronger than him. Leave him now, or you shall die in the coming battle."



After that last speech, the child vanished. Rather, he faded away. Still, he left me sitting here on my bed contemplating on what to do about Potter. In the end, I come to the only sensible conclusion. The child was a hallucination caused by a reaction to the new Sleeping Potion I'm taking.

I sigh and continue to grade the essays in silence. However, my mind is drifting so I just write D's on every essay. Oh well, it's not going to be a surprise to the students.

After a couple more hours, I notice a small piece of parchment lying on my desk. At first, I deemed it a note I had confiscated from a student. However, now I am not so sure. I grab the parchment and unfold it. In messy handwriting, I see scrawled words that are nearly illegible.

Sev-

I've gone to talk with Hagrid. If I'm not in by nine, come get me.

Love,

Harry

Ok, at least he let me know. But what could he possibly have to say to the oaf that he wouldn't be able to say to me? It does hurt slightly to know that Harry trusts Hagrid more than he trusts me. I mean, after all, we are a couple. Wait, we are? Did I just think that? Me?

Ok, something's wrong here. I never thought of us as a couple. I mean, I guess I should have, but I never did. I guess that in all technicality we are a couple. A couple of blokes who regularly take part in intimate activities anyway. Hmm, maybe being a couple isn't so bad after all.

I grin to myself (which I rarely do, mind you) as I pull out a book. The hours slip by as I lose myself in Danielle Steel's Rogue. Soon, (or rather, not so soon), I realize that it's already eight-thirty.

I also realize that Potter still isn't back. And I really do need to speak with him tonight. Hmm, how strange. I decide to just go see Potter myself. I mean, the oaf's cabin isn't that far away after all. All I have to do is walk. So I do. I get up and start walking to the cabin.

A few minutes later, I arrive at his door. I knock and he is as startled as I assumed he'd be to see me.

"Professor Snape," he said, "What are yeh doin' here?"

"I am attempting to find Potter," I tell him flatly. "If he is here, I must know. I have urgent news to discuss with him that really can't wait."

"Sorry Snape, but he ain't here," the big baboon said apologetically.

"If you see him, direct him to my office," I ordered him before turning on my heels and proceeding to the castle. Where was he? Either he lied, or the oaf lied. Either way, I don't like being lied to. And one of them deceived me. Granted, it was probably Potter seeing as Hagrid is too stupid to think up a plan like that.

That brings up an even bigger and stranger question. Why would Potter lie to me? What is he doing that he needs to hide it from me? I actually can feel a pang of hurt somewhere inside of me where my heart is supposed to be. An odd sensation I'll admit, but a nice one nonetheless.

I sigh inwardly and approach the door to my quarters. I stop and think a moment. Then I turn around and enter my office. There, sitting on the couch (yes, I have a couch in my office), is the beautiful boy I am so relieved to see, but so pissed off at anyway.

"Why did you lie to me?" I ask him softly.

"I had to Sev. You wouldn't approve of where I was going," he explains dismissively.

"Well, where did you go?" I demand, taking a seat beside him.

"I went to meet with Zamber, the leader of the giants," he explains.

My heart nearly stops. "Leader of the giants? Why on Earth would you meet with him?"

"Sev, we're about to lose this war, whether you realize it or not. We need all the help we can get. Even with the Elites out of the picture, we still have hordes of vampires left and a whole crapload of werewolves. We need the giants' help," he says. "And they agreed."



"They agreed?" I ask, completely unable to keep the shock out of my voice. "But, aren't they His minions?"

Potter snorts. A very unattractive quality if you ask me. "Hardly. The only reason they ever sided with that oversized twit is because he promised not to slaughter them if they did. However, they seemed much more afraid of me than of him."

"And why would that be?" I ask, still confused.

"Because I didn't threaten to kill them at all. I threatened to make all of the men have…problems…with their entertainment organ," he says apathetically.

At that, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Problems?" The grin on my face refused to give, even with all of my Slytherin expertise.

"Well, what would you do if a someone threatened to render your bollocks useless?" Harry asks, a grin spreading over his face as well.

"Alright, I understand." I gave up the argument for his sake, not mine. Ah. This was what I wanted. This was beautiful. This was blissful. Sitting here and chatting with no expectations. Well, none from me anyway. I'm not quite sure I'll ever understand Potter's deranged state of mind.

With a sigh and an amused look, Potter looks up at me. He seems to want to say something to me. I lock eyes with him for a few minutes before finally speaking up.

"Yes, Harry?"

Silence.

Then,

"You're extremely sexy," in a barely audible voice.

I feel a blush creeping up my neck and I avert my eyes quickly.

"Th-Thank you, Harry," I stutter, barely able to form words as it is. I should have known he wouldn't have just settled for waiting. Then again, I wasn't too into waiting last night either. But that's not the point. He promised. I didn't. Hm.

"What exactly do you want to do to me Harry?" I ask in a sultry voice.

Alarm springs to his cheeks (his facial ones mind you). He needed to think only a moment before a thought slips past his barrier.

"I want to feel you," he whispers. "I want to caress you, to kiss you, to make you beg for me to fuck you. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to suck you off. I want to make this as much a physical relationship as it is an emotional one."

The descriptions cause something to spring to life within my pants. I take a shaky breath and continue with my plan.

"So, if I were to submit to you, fully and without complaint, you would enjoy it?" The question seems to make him a bit uncomfortable.

Finally, the Gryffindor courage shone through the barriers. "Yes, Sev. I believe I would enjoy that very much." As he inched forward, he added in a very sultry tone, "As would you."

My pants seem to instantly tighten around my groin area. I know Potter notices it by the smirk he so readily bears. To some degree, it is rather humiliating. It has been some time before I've submitted. It is time to relive the glory days. Potter is right. We need to take this to the next level.

Potter leans close and plants a kiss on my mouth, seductively licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open willingly and allow him to dominate the kiss. He tears my robes of and throws the haphazardly across the room. My robes are soon joined by my shirt, my pants, my boxers, and Potter's clothes as well.



The realization suddenly hits me that this is farther than we've ever gone, physically. And for now, I do not feel the least bit pedophiliac. I do, however, feel extremely aroused as Harry presses his hard member to my own, sending a shock through my body.

He begins ravishing every exposed piece of flesh he can sink his teeth into. Biting here, bruising there, sucking, kissing, and licking everywhere else. I had forgotten how good it felt to submit. How good it could feel to lose yourself in someone else, to let your guard down.

Potter gets on his knees and brings my aching cock into his mouth. The feeling is almost enough to send me over the edge. But he seems to have other thoughts in mind as he begins to flick his tongue ever so lightly over the head of my prick. The sensation elicits a rather loud moan from the depths of my throat. My body begins to react on its own as my hips start bucking into Potter's mouth, trying to create the friction I so desperately crave. I feel Potter smirk as he removes his mouth from my throbbing member.

I, Severus Snape, whimper at the loss of feeling. This seems to cause Potter some degree of joy. Well, I guess causing your mate to whimper on your first go is a pretty big accomplishment.

Potter motions for me to walk over to where he is currently laying, stomach down, on my bed. I follow without hesitation.

"I want to feel you inside of me," he whispers. I motion for him to sit on my lap. With a slightly confused expression, Potter complies. Oh, does it feel good. I tackle him down, teasing his entrance with the tip of my cock. He begins bucking his hips toward me, desperate to have something fill him.

"Do you want me to stretch you first?" I offer, a little concerned about hurting him. He shakes his vigorously and I sigh. Alright Potter. But don't say I didn't warn you.

Without hesitation, I slam into him, causing him to shriek. I give him a few minutes to adjust, then continue my bombard of blows. I can feel myself close to releasing, and obviously, so can Potter. He rolls out from under me, disconnecting us. I turn to face him, draping my legs over the side of the bed. My very erect and wanting member is screaming for release. Potter spreads my legs apart and swallows my prick whole. The sensation felt spectacular. He began sucking in a way that I only held out against for a minute, at most before spurting my seed into his mouth. I try to remove myself but he seems intent on letting me ride out the orgasm. I don't complain.

A few minutes later, my pleasure is over, but it was well-lived and generously received. I do feel rather bad about being the only one to experience an orgasm on this night. I manage to lift Potter onto the bed and fall to the floor on my knees. I spread his legs apart and smirk at his questioning look.

Slowly, I wrap my lips around just the head, eliciting a groan and a thrust from Potter. I flick my tongue against the tip gracefully and can already taste the pre-cum. In one fluid motion, I take Potter's whole length into my mouth, which obviously surprised him. Nonetheless, his tugging at my hair and his constant moaning told me to continue. I allow my teeth to lightly graze the bottom of his prick as I blow lightly. I remove half of his length from my mouth and begin making tiny circles on its base while I flick my tongue over his threatening to burst tip. In a few seconds, Potter releases inside of me and I swallow hard. I continue sucking until there is nothing left to suck.

I quietly climb onto the bed with him where he promptly curls up in my arms and falls asleep.

Harry James Potter, I think I am in love with you.