Harry knocked timidly on the door to Snape's office. He was too nervous about entering. Snape had seemed genuinely mad when Harry had messed up his potion for a common cold cure and accidentally gave Ron a cold. but it's not like it didn't work out, Ron just drank Hermione's perfectly brewed potion and was fine. Also, it's not like they hadn't planned the whole thing.

But Snape was still really mad.

"Enter." Said Snape's cold voice and Harry went into Snape's office just as the sun was going down.

Snape ordered Harry to follow him into his private potions chamber which, incidentally, involved Harry getting a peek at Snapes private bed chamber. It was warm and the fire was lit to illuminate the comfortable room which had a store of many books, couches and a large double, four poster bed that looked extremely comfortable. The room was so unlike Snape in every way.

"Potter!" Snape called, "Quit staring at my private chambers and follow me!"

Harry had heard Snape mutter under his breath, 'insolent child.' before he gulped and nervously followed Snape to his potions chamber.

This room was more likely to fit Snape. Cold, with stone walls and various potions ingredients lining the walls and cupboards. Many potions books were high up on shelves around the room and Harry was fascinated to see some of the titles 'Everything to know about love potions' and 'The many uses of four-leaved clovers'.

"Potter! Quit getting distracted and get over here."

Harry walked over to Snape, he was nervous and felt himself going red. He had never been alone with Snape before and had almost certainly never had a chance to get this close to him. He stumbled a little on his way over.

"Now Potter, this potion has been brewing for exactly 28 days." Stated Snape. "You will be my test subject."

Harry was instantly fearful, what if he choked on the potion.. what if he got an erection in front of Snape. Being alone with him was almost unbearable. He felt his cheeks flush even more pink than before.

Harry was so nervous. he didn't think about what Snape was giving him, he just obeyed.

Harry threw the small vile of clear, tasteless liquid back and was glad when he didn't choke.

"Excellent, I was expecting a little more convincing to be necessary," Said Snape with a sly gaze.

Harry was suddenly even more nervous than before, what had snape just given him? He quickly realised that he didn't feel any different at all. He could have just been drinking water for all he knew.

"I-I'm not sure that it worked proffessor... I d-don't think I feel any different." Stuttered Harry nervously.

Snape just replied with an even more wicked smirk than before.

"Then that most likely means it did work, Mr Potter."

harry was now frightened. 'What had Snape given him?' He thought.

"I guess at this point, you're wondering what you just drank Mr Potter, the answer is simple.

Veritaserum."

Harry was now terrified. Veritaserum was the strongest truth potion that exists. Snape could simply ask Harry anything now, and Harry would answer truthfully.

"Let's test this out."said Snape. Snape was now consumed with the many thing that he could ask The Boy Who Lived. He resolved to ask the 17 year old boy the most embarrassing questions he possibly could. This was revenge. After all the years of having to deal with Harry, This is what he gets and it was sure to be highly entertaining.

"hhmm.. lets see now... " Pondered Snape

Harry was scared and nervous. Visibly embarrassed. Snape was enjoying this too much and he hadn't even asked him a question yet.

"Are you a virgin, Mr Potter?" Snape asked with his most wicked grin yet.

Harry was shocked, but as soon as he composed himself, the answer flew out of his mouth. He had absolutely no control.

"No." said Harry.

Snape was highly amused and followed up with the question Harry knew was coming, and he absolutely dreaded it.

"Who, prey tell Potter, did you lose your virginity to?" Surprisingly, Snape seemed more curious than cruel in this moment.

Harry wanted to run away, but he knew his weak limbs would fail him.

"Oliver Wood"

Harry had never been more embarrassed in his life. Snape seemed surprised, he might have even blushed a little, but he quickly covered it up and looked positively entertained.

Harry and Oliver were alone in hogsmeade one afternoon when they decided to get some butter beers. After a few too many, Harry spilled it down the front of his shirt, he then proceeded to the bathroom to clean it up. Oliver followed Harry into the bathroom and upon seeing Harry's shirtless figure, hugged him tightly from behind, held his hips and started to kiss his neck. If that hadn't surprised Harry, what happened next definitely did. Oliver, whilst kissing Harry's neck, invited him back to his place and Harry quickly agreed. The boys instantly went to the bedroom and Harry was thankful that no ones else was home. Harry couldn't control himself, or the erotic moans that were escaping from his mouth with each gentle thrust made by Oliver. Harry never imagined he would feel pleasure in such a place, or that Oliver would be the one to totally make him lose control like that. They continued well into the night and Oliver enjoyed Harry's body many times as Harry kept begging for more. They were sweaty and exhausted when they were completely finished. They flopped onto each other and fell sleep. The next morning was slightly awkward when the butter beers had worn off, but Harry was still surprised that Oliver could make him feel that way. They enjoyed each others company many more times thought the summer holidays. Harry now had a taste for it.

"Well Potter, that is very interesting. Who would have guessed that two of Gryffindor's Quiddich golden boys have enjoyed each others bodies"?

Harry was now completely flushed pink.

"Tell me Mr Potter," Snape continued... Are you in love with Wood?"

Again, the answer flew rapidly out of Harry's mouth.

"No sir, I love someone else."

Now Snape was truly curious and completely amused with this messy haired boys truths.

"Who, prey tell, are you in love with Mr Potter"?

Harry could have died of mortification right then and there.

"You."

"What!?" Said professor Snape. He knew he couldn't have heard correctly.

But again, Harry had the same answer. This time it was unmistakable.

"You, Professor, I am in love with you. I can't stop think about you and dreaming about you. I love you."

Professor Snape had no words.