Snape had never been more uncomfortable than in that moment. "Surely the boy was lying... or maybe the potion failed?' he thought. but no. Harry would never have told Snape that he had been with a boy if he hadn't been forced by the potion.

It was true. Harry Potter was in love with Snape.

Harry's limbs failed him and he fell to the floor in a weak heap. Never had he been more truly embarrassed in his life than in this moment right now.

He had just been forced to tell Snape that he was in love with him. Harry was mortified. Snape was going to hate him now.

Snape was just as uncomfortable as Harry. He began pacing the potions chamber whilst a slight blush coloured his pale cheeks.

Harry had never seen Snape blush before. He might have liked it, if it weren't for the circumstances.

It was at this moment that Harry started to tear up. his eyes were moist with embarrassment and sadness with what he knew would be a cruel and uncomfortable rejection. He would never be able to live this down. All of the Slytherins would most likely know by morning. Harry Potter would be a total joke to everyone. The absolute laughing stoke of the school.

He knew he had nothing to lose.

Harry regained his strength and walked over to Snape, grabbing him by the upper arms.

He pushed his lips against Snape's forcefully. Harry felt the warmth and wetness of Snape's lips against his own.

His own actions surprised him very much. He didn't want this kiss to end.

Surprisingly enough, it didn't end. Harry slowly kissed Snape and felt his own arousal press against his pants. Harry felt amazing. This was what is was like to kiss the person you love.

Snape's lips didn't move, they were plastered to Harry's. Harry wondered why he wasn't pulling away. It must have been the shock.

Snape's lips twitched, and to Harry's great surprise, Snape's lips started to slowly move against his own.

Harry had never felt so amazing. He had butterflies in his stomach and an intense feeling of pleasure growing in his pants.

Harry ran his hands around Snape's shoulders and pulled him into and embrace. Snape quickly followed by doing the same and fastening the movement of his moist lips against the beautiful green-eyed teen.

Snape then softly broke the kiss and bit Harry's earlobe tenderly.

"You say nothing to anyone Potter, understand me?" Snape whispered erotically into Harry's ear.

Harry felt his pants twitch.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." replied Snape bluntly just as he began to ravish Harry's neck. He planted soft kisses and small tongue swirls before leaving his pleasure mark on the messy haired boy.

Snape began to run his arms down Harry's back and softly pulled his robe off.

Harry didn't know how t react to this. 'Is Snape starting to undress me?' he wondered. But he didn't care. Snape could do whatever he wanted with him. And Snape knew it too. Harry was completely submitting to him and his cheeks had never been more blushed.

Snape continued to slowly undress Harry whilst he distracted him with more kissing. Harry's tongue timidly entered Snape's mouth and he welcomed it with a small grunt. Harry had never heard a more erotic noise.

Soon enough, their tongues were completely intertwined and Harry's clothes fell to the floor one by one, until he was just left with his pants.

Harry was wearing nothing but his pants in Snape's cold potions chamber as fully clothed Snape began to run his hands down Harry's soft body

Snape was surprised at just how soft and toned this young boy was. He wanted all of him.

Snape hands began to slowly run through Harry's messy black hair as Snape began walking forwards in to Harry. Harry stumbled back and the two of them began walking towards Snape's bedchamber.

When Harry realised what was happening, he was extremely nervous. He knew it was because he loved Snape. He never had this nervous feeling before he went to lay with Oliver.

It was then that Harry nervously started to grasp and pull at Snape's robes.

He wanted them off.