Author's Note: Firstly, I am so sorry for the long wait. Lords above but I really hate school sometimes! I have been fighting off multitudes of scary plot bunnies for the past couple of months until I finally found one to help me continue on with this plot line. I hope that everyone else enjoys this fluffy creature as much as I have. As always PLEASE read and review.

Chapter Eleven:

It was surprisingly easy for them to fall asleep even with Hermione's carefully watchful gaze on them. Within moments both of the boys entered into similar dreamlands.

Harry was standing in what appeared to be the room of requirement. The room looked as it always had during the DA meetings, which is why Harry so easily recognized it, but unlike then Harry was completely alone in the room now. In the back of his mind something was telling him to change the room and make it more hospitable for… Certain activities and that the large pillows the group used for the defense practices would be unsuitable.

Wondering back and forth in a tight pattern, Harry whispered, "I need a place where we can meet comfortably preferably with a bit of romance. I need a place…"

As he said the last two sentences the room around him began to morph into what Harry could only call a luxury suite of rather fine quality. It was definitely nothing he would choose for himself, but just looking around at the dark woods polished to the point that Harry could almost make out himself in their surfaces, Harry had to admit the whole effect was wonderful. The gleaming light fixtures and elegant dark blue hues of the fabrics allowed the candles that were floating around the room to create the effect of the night sky which was only accentuated by the obviously magical view which could be seen off of an equally magical balcony that was apparently over-looking the Parisian city-scape at night.

Harry stared out the open doors towards the faux city below and breathed in the experience as he waited for… He wasn't sure what he was waiting for but he found that he really wasn't worried.

Draco had walked the halls of Hogwarts many times and prided himself on practically being an expert on the subject of its halls and passages. As he walked along the charms corridor, he realized that he wasn't taking his normal route back to the Slytherin dorms that he usually would've taken after his rounds. Scoffing at himself, he made to turn himself in the opposite direction only to have his feet continue leading him towards the passage he knew would lead him up to the seventh floor. Draco tried several times until he actually made his way into the passage to turn himself around to no avail.

It wasn't until he stopped fighting the pull his feet were following that he realized that overall he felt calm if not a little excited. As though he unconsciously, he knew where he was going even if Draco couldn't piece the destination together for himself quite yet. What was more, it wasn't just his feet feeling the "pull," Draco could feel it with every fiber of his being and each step made him more and more anxious to get wherever he was going. He finally got his a clue as to his destination after he stopped across from the tapestry of Barnubus and his trolls, and went with the motions of his feet to reach the room he knew lay beyond the blank wall on the opposite side.

On his third pass a door appeared under a stone archway. Taking a breath, Draco reached out and grasped the handle to pull open the door. The room on the other side was quite breathtaking and reminded him of a suite he'd once stayed in while his family was visiting relatives in France. He loved the masculine lines and tones of the furniture even as the softness of the fabrics added an intoxicating contrast that spoke of romance and Hufflepuff-ish promises.

Being a Slytherin, Draco was trained to take in as much about his surroundings as possible without having to truly see the environment around himself. His feet once again had control and were leading him to a balcony where, through a curtain on the French style doors, he could see that someone was already standing with their back to Draco.

Harry leaned against the stone railing of the balcony splitting his attention between the artificial sky in all of its beauty and the picturesque city full of night life romance. He had no idea how long he'd been in this spot but he didn't really care, he felt truly at peace for the first time in a long time. The only thing that was interrupting his piece was a small nagging feeling at the back of his brain that something was missing.

The missing piece placed their arms around him, and drew him back into a broad chest as Harry brought his own arms up to place on top of the arms around him. All at once everything felt perfect and right and Harry knew that nothing could be better than this.

It was an impulse to embrace the stranger in front of him, but Draco had allowed himself to follow whatever instincts or magic had done this because he felt as though he was finally where he'd always needed to be and it was exquisite. The feelings surrounding him were making him hazy and in this mindset he found himself turning the shorter man in his arms towards him intending to claim the beautiful creature in front of him.

Harry felt the person behind him shift and a gentle pressure urging him to turn and didn't fight the change in position and instead turned and looked up into the man's face.

Neither boy expected to see the other and the shock on their faces was plain even as their faces drew nearer and nearer until their lips met and neither saw anything but stars and fireworks. Energy soared through the both of them as though the other boy was an electric bolt. They felt as though they were flying and neither wanted it to end. Not even as they were so rudely interrupted by a loud person yelling at them through the room's door.

"-ke up! Come on, Harry! Draco! Please, your scaring me!

"Wake up," Hermione shouted one last time, and with that both boys jerked awake.

In the next instant they wished they hadn't and both of them couldn't quite hold back gasps of surprise as they found themselves tangled with each other in mid air above the bed. Glancing at Hermione showed that she was just as surprised as they were but here eyes were laced with concern above all else. Before any of them could think however the newest situation in the chain the boys had been finding themselves in ended itself.

The two were suddenly dropped and crashed onto the bed in a heap of limbs. Had they not set earlier silencing spells, the crashing of the two solid bodies onto the bed and the subsequent bounce of said furniture piece would have brought everyone running. No sooner had they landed than they both practically sprinted off of the bed.

Remus had been fidgety all day and it had progressed long into the night. Severus had refused to so much as look his way at lunch and dinner, the only two times he'd seen the potions master all day, and after the meals he disappeared too quickly for Remus to try to wheedle any information out the elusive ex-Slytherin. He was frustrated and as he paced the floor for the hundredth time, he cursed ever having met the dour potions master with every fiber of his being.

Stopping in the middle of the room, Remus ran his hands through his hair and with a sigh of exasperation stomped off to the bathroom to take what he hoped to be a relaxing shower.

Severus was practically stumbling to his room, well as much as he would allow himself to stumble anyway. He had poured over book after book looking for anything that might explain just what was happening between himself and the wolf, but had come up empty until he stumbled upon an aged tome that looked as though it hadn't been touched in years. The day got much worse from there however since after reading the book cover to cover twice, Severus had narrowed the problem down to two answers and neither was appealing in the slightest. The lesser of the two evils described a turn of fate where he and Lupin would slowly lose control of their magic until it devoured them inside out. He shuddered to even consider the other option.

Both of the two rather arcane situations could be detected by a potion and he had diligently brewed both. They weighed heavily in his pocket as he placed his hand on the door knob to their room. If Severus was any other man, he might have attempted to find other lodgings for the night, but alas for him, he was as stubborn as he ever had been. The opportunity to solve the mystery once and for all was enough to have him turning the knob and entering the room before his brain could fully comprehend the motions. He stopped dead in his tracks even as the door shut smoothly behind him.

The ex-Gryffindor was toweling his hair dry with another towel wrapped around his waist. His lithe but muscular form still held a slight sheen of moisture to it that was quite appealing. Not that Severus really noticed; even if he had he wouldn't admit it even under veritaserum. In his mind's eye, however, Severus could see himself walk across the room and strip the other man of towel about his waist before they engaged in more appealing activities. Shaking his head physically of that thought, Severus scowled deeply. Clearing his throat, he waited for the other man to turn towards him.

Remus had sighed almost happily as he exited the shower finally feeling relaxed enough that he knew he wouldn't do something stupid upon seeing the potions master again. The relaxed feeling last a moment before shifting to annoyance as he realized he hadn't grabbed his night things from their room. Wrapping a towel firmly about his waist and then grabbing another to start drying his hair, he walked out of the bathroom and straight to the wardrobe.

He heard and even smelled the man walk into the room. It wasn't unusual for him to be able to detect certain scents and sounds given the proximity to the full moon, but even so this was almost unheard of. He could smell layers of odors coming from Snape. Several of them he recognized to be potion ingredients but there was another smell there… Mint and maybe an underlying smell of vanilla. Those two scents alone mingled in his senses, and made him want to do crazy things like take the other man in his arms and… Severus' attempt to get his attention was like being splashed with cold water, and Remus found his attention being snapped back into focus.

Pulling the towel from his head, Remus looked the other man in the eyes and asked, "So, was your search fruitful or should I be preparing to be filleted alive?"

Severus raised an eyebrow at the werewolf's cheekiness, but otherwise ignored his comment in favor of digging the potions out of his pocket. He placed them on his night stand before turning back to Remus and saying, "I might have found something, but I won't know which situation we are suffering from until we have taken these."

Remus looked at the two potions with a mixture of caution and curiosity and it was all that Severus could do to not snort or show his amusement in any other way. Instead he moved to sit on the bed facing Remus; waiting for him to speak.

When Severus was comfortable, or as comfortable as he ever let himself become, Remus picked up one of the potions and asked, "So what exactly will these tell us?"

Pointing to the potion in Remus' hand, Severus said, "That one will determine whether or not we have a condition that could be causing our magic to determine that our bodies are actually detrimental to us. The biggest repercussion of this would be when our magic begins to eat away at our bodies from the inside out," he paused then he added, "The other… The other is to diagnose a soul mate bond."

If Severus hadn't expected Remus' reaction, he wouldn't have been able to save the first potion from smashing to pieces on the floor. As it was, he barely managed it since he not only had to catch the potion, but Remus as well.

Author's Note: Sorry again that this took so long, but I will make my best effort to be quicker in the future. Thank you again. Please remember to review!