Harry sat with his friends but every now and then glanced at the staff table. Keeping an eye on his Professor. He did tell him to signal if he is getting worse and Harry would find a way to distract everyone while Snape sneaks out.

So far things are looking good. And Harry is pleased with his work. He looks over at Ron who is telling him about his brother Charlie Weasley and on how the study of Dragons' are going for him, "He is bringing a egg to Hagrid for Christmas. Please do not say anything to our old friend it is a surprise mate."

Harry nodded, happy for Hagrid getting a new pet. Least it is not another three headed dog. This got Harry reminded of the wound that thing had given Snape on that 1st year. Now his student was curious. Maybe he will get a good look at it one day. Well now it most definitely is a scar. Malfoy gave him a glare across the slytherin table. Harry looks away and back as his friends, ignoring him. He is not in the mood to start a fight. Malfoy looks over at the staff table so did Ron, "Something going down mate," his friend spoke in a surprised tone. Harry looks over at the staff table. And sure enough Snape was on his feet arguing with Albus.. Though trying to in a hushed tone but it was loud enough for Harry to hear a bit and Ron and Malfoy to notice and all the staffs. Harry watches his Potion Teacher walk out the staff door. "Wonder what that was about?" Ron wondered.

"It is none of our business Ron," Hermione says sternly. Harry heard whispering from Malfoy's table, ignoring it. "Just eat your dinner, oh and I am going to make sure you are doing your homework tonight," their bushy haired friend ordered making Ron grunt, "do not give me that Ron! You said you will do it!"

The red head surrendered, "Okay, okay I will do it jeez."

Harry smiles at this. His friends can be entertaining.

Harry makes his way to the dungeon. He was curious on what happened. Really curious. Hoping his teacher was okay. 'He is Snape why would he not be ok?' He told his friends that the Potion Professor was giving tutoring lessons to him after dinner. Harry did not know if they bought it but they did not say much of it. He was grateful for that. His feet finding the spiral black staircase walking down. Till he reached the bottom. He quickly made his way over to the office door and knocked seeing if Snape was hiding behind it. There was no answer and Harry walked on in. He took a deep breath when he reached the book shelf. Who knows what will wait him on the other side. What his teacher will be like. He knows that he will be in a foul mood. Usually during those times people stay away. Harry however is different. He was brave and will understand that his teacher will possibly throw a fit and his student will be there to listen then calm him with tea ones he is done or pour him a glass of red wine. The bookshelf started moving. Harry took another deep breath and gave a knock at the door. He was relieved when he heard a enter. At least he was ok with his student to come in. He said the password. The door opened.

Snape was lying on his sofa. A wash cloth covering his face. Harry walks in and looks over at his form, "Got a fever?" he wondered. Thinking he should get one of the cool wash cloths that usually helps.

"Headache," he simply said.

"Darn that potion did not help much then," Snape shook his head silently, "that is a bummer," Harry knelt down on the floor next to him, "I saw you left in middle of-"

"I really do not want to go into that right now Potter. Albus is just asking for a favor."

"Spy on You-Know-Who?" Snape nodded, "you can not do this while your like this." His teacher could not agree more, "I can do it for you till you-" Snape's head pops up in a fast motion. Harry could hear a crack in his neck. His teacher started wincing, "you ok sir?"

"Nevermind that Potter," he massaged his neck, "what a idiotic thing to say. Thinking you can do my job are you mad? You are the one the Dark Lord is seeking for. If you get caught-"

"I will be in disguise sir. I will use polyjuice potion"

"Out of the question Potter you are still my student not to mention the Headmaster will have my head if he finds out that I let his Golden Boy in a dangerous situation."

Harry touches his arm, "It was just a suggestion Snape if you do not want to then I do not know how you will get out of this with the Headmaster. When does he want you-"

"Tomorrow night." Harry replied with a nod.

Snape became unwell and Harry was quick to get him to the bedroom to rest, supporting his body. It is then he forgot that Snape was still dressed in day clothes. He does not think his teacher would be able to manage. His student will try to find a way to undress him without Snape getting raged. "Sir?" Harry moves him to the bed.

"Hmm?"

"I probably need to help you get undressed this time," Snape was quick to react as he sat on the edge of the bed. And gave Harry a firm no. He will do it himself. "Sir you can barely walk, and you about to pass out." Harry understands the protesting of his teacher he would not want someone else to undress him either unless it was sleeping with that person. Harry thought about what to do that will work for his Professor. Then he looks over at the lamp next to the bed and got an idea, "ok sir I will make it dark and help you undress without me seeing anything?" Snape stayed silent as he thought about this, "what you say Professor? I want you to be comfortable and I suppose having your clothes on will not work well. So deal? I turn off the lamp light and only have the hallway light on?"

Snape turns away and gave a silent nod. Giving up on his student's nagging. He knows Harry just wants to find ways to help. Harry inwardly sighs with relieve after his teacher's permission, turning off the lamp on his nightstand. It was pitch black with only the hallway lit. He can still make out Snape's shape but that was it. Now it was time to guess where his hand should go. Hoping he will not touch anything that he is not suppose too. He inwardly takes a breath. Moving his hand over to his body. Snape felt his hand trying to figure out where to go. He touches his student's hand which got a flinch from Harry not expecting this. Snape geared him on where to touch. It felt strange for a student to take off his many buttoned shirt, dropping it on the ground. He brought his hands over to the edge of his undershirt on each side. This was making Harry feeling a bit flushed. Never in million years has he thought that his teacher will let this happen. Stripping Snape's clothes off. Even if there was no light in the room. Harry took his undershirt over his head. Snape geared his hands over to his pants. Harry inwardly gulped when his hand touched his button. Feeling the bulge underneath by mistake. He heard a soft moan coming from his teacher's mouth. This shocked Harry and quickly undid the button, unzipping and in a slow motion took off his pants. Harry looks over at him in the dark. Seeing the out line of his chest. He moved his hand over. Snape felt a shiver down his shine and did not expect this touch from Lily's son. Harry realizes what he was doing and stops immediately, "Sorry sir did not mean too-"

Snape was surprised to feel a sudden nag of disappointment. Realizing that the touch felt nice, "I did not mind it Potter."

Harry looks over at his face in the dark not expecting this coming from his Professor's mouth, "Are you sure sir? Do you really want this?" Snape gripped one of Harry's hand, gearing it over to his chest. Harry did not expect his teacher be ok with this. He thought he would be kicked out of the bedroom by now. He starts feeling his chest. Closing his eyes while doing this to feel the moment in his own heart. He wanted this for a long time and now he got what he wanted. Harry lays Snape down on the bed. Underwear was the only thing his Professor was wearing. Harry touches the outline of his face. Not knowing before how smooth his skin actually was. After shave skin. Harry looks at his face in the dark. He could barely see his black eyes blinking back at him. His student explores his face, feeling his smooth and soft lips with his finger tips. Going down to his neck and down to his chest. Crossing a nipple, giving a small pinch. Snape flinches at that, "Was that ok for you sir?"

"Yes Potter. It has been awhile since someone touched me in that way," he was glad that the lamp was turned off because he is sure that Harry would run if he saw him in the light. Harry pinched one nipple, and starts tonguing the other. Snape moans slightly. Feeling Harry exploring his body. Harry licks all the way down to his stomach. Dipping his tongue in his belly button a few times. Snape was feeling every minute of this. His breaths turned into puffs. Harry asked for permission to remove the underwear. It seems Snape was feeling a bit better and that made Harry happy. The Potion Professor gave his student a yes. Harry slit his hand underneath the waste band. Slowly making his way to Snape's flesh. His teacher gives out a small groan. Harry starts huffing in excitement. His groin getting tight in his slacks.

Harry goes over to his teacher's face. Feeling his forehead, worrying about his health, "You are burning up. Perhaps we should wait for you to get better before we continue?"

Snape looks into the Boy-Who-Lived's eyes, not wanting this to end. He never felt this good in his life. Since he and Lily parted ways, "I am alright Potter," Harry hears his teacher's sexy, and husky voice. His student always was fascinated with his voice. So graceful and elegant. It made Harry a bit less concerned to hear his teacher's voice in good shape at the moment but still, "You sure sir? You sure this is ok? We are teacher and student after-"

"It does not matter to me the slightest. I never really thought of you as my student. You were just someone that I had to teach according to the Headmaster," Harry felt A bit hurt, hearing this. Till he said, "you remind me so much like your mother. The only thing you and your father had in common was your feature and skills at seeker."

"Why do you hate my father so much sir?" Harry had the feeling there was way more to this then he would have known. He knew back in his other years that Snape had hated his father. Harry never has given much of a thought or never decided to ask. He more ignored his teacher's snide remarks. Now looking down at his Professor in the dark he wanted to know more then anything. It might help Harry see why Snape is the person he is today and making it hell for his students, especially gryffindors. There has to be a reason. Harry knew that. Like his Potion Professor hated the gryffindors more then any other house.

Snape stayed quiet and Harry thought that he will get a answer like 'Let's Not Go there Right now while doing this,' or 'I do not wish to say.' His teacher however gave him a big surprise when he answers, "Your father and I never got along. It is like you and my Godson."

Harry looks over at him in the dark, his hands stopped roaming for a whole minute and Snape was getting a bit impatient, "Godson? Malfoy is your Godson?" he got a nod from his Professor though it was hard to see Harry could see the head in the dark nodding slightly, "I would have never guessed," Snape would understand that. I mean he is slightly different then his school friend from back then. OK maybe a bit more different. He explained to Harry that Malfoy's father is the reason he got introduced to the Dark Lord and got to become a follower, "was it anything you expected after you joined?"

Snape shook his head in the dark, clenching his fist just a bit, "I wanted power yes. The Dark Lord promised me things that will give me that. Turns out-"

"It was a trap to get you to join?" Harry was surprised to hear a rather odd noise coming from his Professor but he realizes that to his surprise Snape was showing signs that he is falling apart. His mask that he had hidden so well infront of Harry decides to crumble in under a minute. His student did not know what to do. He never seen this side of his so called cold hearted teacher before. He always had thought that Snape till this morning when Dooby told him on what he saw was not capable of showing any type of emotion except anger, and hate, "sir you ok?" Harry thought about turning on the light to see better but then realized that his teacher was still naked with only his briefs on. He heard sniffling. He knew this was not from Snape's cold, "It is ok sir?"

"I would like to go to get some sleep," he quietly heard his teacher say. Harry nodded understanding. Though he did not want to leave him like this. He decided to stay with him till he fell asleep but more like Snape not knowing. After dealing with putting his PJs on in the dark, brushing his teeth and tugging him in Harry walks out from the bedroom. Going to the sink to get his teacher some water, for a moment he looked at his hand that touched his Professor's member hood, so soft and warm. He blushes as he wondered what he should do about this. It seems his teacher did not mind the tension he was given there. Harry smiles at this glad to give him some pleasure. His smile disappears. Finding it confusing too. 'Was his teacher just horny? Or is there more to this then Harry thought.' Harry walks back into the bedroom, setting the water on the nightstand watching his movement in the darkness. Hearing his breathing. He was still awake Harry knew this.

Harry starts walking back out of the room ones again when he heard what he was waiting for in his Professor's bed. Harry turns over to the bed. Deciding not to say anything and just moves over. Trying not to trip on anything. It is hard to do this when he can not make out the room. Or the bed. He geared himself with his hands. Finding the post of the bed on the left side of the room, gently went under the cover. Snape felt Harry snuggle up against him. He was facing away from Harry in the dark from what Harry could tell since his hand came in contact with the back of his teacher's skull. He searched for Snape's left hand. Finding it over the covers he grips it. He heard a slight sob coming from beside him. Snape was trying to muffle it with his right hand. Harry however noticed the cold hearted dungeon bat teacher was about to break. If anybody but Harry heard this from the meanest, tempered and hating basically everyone except Albus would think that something was completely wrong with him and would stay clear. Leaving him alone. Not realizing like Harry here that Snape is wanting the comfort that he had been seeking. Harry did not say anything. Just laid there and putting his hand in his. Giving it a small squeeze every now and then. Feeling his heart stung when Snape began to break down. Feeling him shake. Hearing his muffling sobs. Harry just kept quiet letting his Professor cry. It probably felt a relieve to get it out. Harry wondered when the teacher last time cried besides this morning. He did not know if he should ask this. For now it was not the right time. "Sir turn to my chest?" he whispers in his ear and only thing he said. Snape giving it a thought but only for a few seconds and grateful that the lights were off in this room in Harry's surprise and thinking that he will not even think about turning around did in this moment. Harry looks over at him. At his covered face by his hands. Harry gently removes his hands and ever so slowly gears his head to his chest. Snape felt warm and safe inside his arms. As he laid his head in them. Harry kept his teacher in a comforting hold. Feeling him shake ones again. Feeling his hands on his clothed upper body. Cradling his head in the nook of his neck. Feeling it getting wet but he did not care as he stroked his back gently, getting him to calm down a little bit. He does not need to ask on what is bothering him since he had a feeling it was of what they were talking about. It is then he finds his words that could help in this situation, "You deserve a lot better then you had gotten in life sir. Lucius was not a good friend to you if he was he would of told you not to join the dark side," Snape stops crying for a bit to hear his student's small but words that he had wanted to hear for so many years. He put his right arm around Harry's back, holding it tightly.

Harry held him till he felt that Snape's sobs were lightening up. And broke his hold on him but just slightly. Stroking his hair as he listened to his breathing becoming more and more at ease. In return his teacher was having a coughing fit. Harry turns on the lamp, keeping his face secure in his shoulder, sitting them both up. He wanted the light on to get to Snape's glass of water. Concerned he would not find it in the dark or being able to grip it the right way and spill on the floor or worse the bed. Harry looks over at the time and realizes he needs to head back up. Snape did not dare to look over at his student after this unbelievable break down. He would of kept it together if he was not ill. Now he is paying the price. By The-Boy-Who-Lived. And more then that he let Harry touch him all over. Though even so he did not hate Harry being here, holding him and touching him. Infact it was the opposite though he will not admit. Not yet at least. It was too soon. Too soon to feel those feelings. Not to mention he never felt like this since Lily. Ones he found Lily's body he closed his heart never seeing day light again. Now with Harry being here. Helping him, being by his side. Giving him attention in a way that made his body an unbelievable shiver of heat. He realized that there is more to The-Boy-Who-Lived and he felt his heart open ones again.

Harry hands a coughing Snape the glass of water who took it gratefully. Keeping his face hidden from him. He probably looks like a mess right now. Harry understood that he may want sometime alone. Thinking this is a good time to head back. He turns to Snape, "I am heading back up sir is there anything you need before I go?" Snape silently shakes his head. Harry nodded and left his warm body as he gets up from the bed. Putting a cool wash cloth on his teacher's head, noticing there was a slight fever coming on. He tugs him in

"Are you staying the night over there?"

Harry looks over at him, "Do you want me too sir?" He did not answer for a moment and then he gave him a no that he does not mind Harry staying here. Harry gave a small smile, innerly dancing with joy that his teacher wants him to stay.