The next night was just like every other night this past week. Ron would awake to soft moans coming from the direction of Harry's bed. But one thing that was different...Ron wasn't the only one who was rattled out of sleep by Harry's erotic dreams. Neville woke up too and he heard everything before Ron was able to pounce out of bed and slap Harry awake.

"What was that for!?" slurred the messy haired, shirtless boy."What's your problem, R..." Harry stuttered. But it was then that he noticed his arousal, and that he realised Ron had noticed his arousal and that Neville was trying not to look at his arousal with a very red face.

"Oh shit..." whispered and embarrassed Harry, "Not again."

The situation was pretty clear. Both Ron and Neville knew that Harry had been having an erotic dream about Snape, but Neville seemed the most embarressed and terrified out of the three of them.

The silence was awkward.

"Uhh." Harry started, but Ron interrupted

"Let's just all go back to sleep, yeah?"

Thank god. Harry was so relieved, but he didn't know why Ron seemed so... unphased by what just went down. It didn't seem like Ron at all. A more appropriate Ron reaction would have been dragging harry by his messy raven-coloured hair to an insane asylum. Harry was bewildered and slept little for the rest of the night. But Neville slept far less.

Harry woke with the intention of going straight down to the common room to explain himself, but he had not ides of what to say.

Maybe he could deny that he was dreaming about Snape? No, that wouldn't work.

Maybe he could laugh it off or claim it was a joke? No, that wasn't possible.

Maybe he could just tell them the truth? He had been affected by this truth for a long time and was far to scared to say it aloud. It would be crazy, as soon as he said it they would think he was insane. But maybe he was.

Harry resolved not to lie. He was going to get this off of his chest. He hoped that his best friends would at least try to understand.

Harry threw on his robes and snatched his wand with great speed. He wanted to get this over with.

He flew down the stairs and entered the bright red common room, Hermione and Ron were seated infront of the fireplace in the empty common room, clearly waiting for his arrival.

Hermione stated, "We need to talk Harry." But Harry was ready.

"I have a crush on Snape." He said boldly, and Ron and Hermione didn't look suprised, just awkward.

"Yeah, we figured, mate... I mean... you have been dreaming about him a lot lately."

"What?" Harry said, clearly suprised, "You knew! I thought you just found out last night! How long have you known?"

"Umm, well.. about a week, mate... you've made it really hard for me to get any sleep, and believe me, the first time it happened, I was a little terrified.

Harry had gone tomato red. He hadn't realised anyone else had noticed his dreams, he didn't know he had been moaning aloud for the past week.

"Don't worry though, mate, only the three of us know... and Neville, but he's to startled to tell anyone anything." Said Ron, "And besides, Hermione and I have worked out a plan for you to face your feelings head on... and hopefully remind you of how much of a blasted pumpkin head Snape is. You're going to get detention with Snape."

Ron thought this was a perfect idea (It was actually Hermione's). He knew that it could not fail, by tomorrow morning, Harry was going to hate Snape just as much as he did.

This is my first story. Someone tell me how they think I'm doing? Constructive criticism would be awesome.