disclaimers: not mine, none of the trademarked things are either.

warnings: boy x boy love

Chapter 2

"Harry, please!" Ron yelled through the locked bathroom door. He had been pounding incessantly for well over an hour. Tears of desperation leaked from his eyes, his fists going numb from the repeated actions. He stopped, stepping back from the prefect's lavatory. Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder, gently leading him from the room. "I've made a terrible mistake, havenn't I?"

Hermione wasn't known to lie. She wistfully nodded. "I'm afraid so Ron. It would be best if you didn't talk to Harry until this entire mess is cleared up. Why dont you go ahead and get some sleep? Harry probably won't sleep there tonight."

Ron ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Yeah... Goodnight Mione."

The door creaked open, a puffy-eyed Harry stepping out. Hermione smiled at her friend, hugging him. Harry burrowed into her robes. "Its alright now Harry. Ron's repenting for his actions. I know that was a very stupid thing of him do but please don't hate him for it. I can understand why he'd be so mad. He's been throwing himself at you for years."

Harry sniffled, wiping his eyes and sitting up. "I know. I just," Harry made a discouraged grunt, "I wish he would have told me! Now he's making me lust after Snape." He shuddered with revulsion. "I hope Dumbledore finds out a cure for it..."

"He will and besides, yours truly will be helping!" Harry grinned weakly, barely able to contain the yawn that erupted from his mouth. Hermione patted his head. "You're tired Harry. Come on, I've already made you a bed on one of the couches in the Common Room." She bade Harry to lean against her as they went downstairs.

A tingling sensation shot through Harry's body, causing him to halt. He hated this. All he knew was that he wanted Snape and wanted him that very second. But Harry was a master of self-will and so he banished those nasty thoughts to a lockbox in his brain. His need for Snape dissipated. Hermione was casting him concerned looks and he merely shrugged. "Its nothing, just the effects of the potion."

True to Hermione's word, the couch closest to the fireplace was adorned with a pillow and blanket. The Common Room was deserted, Hermione having threatened them all into retiring early that night. She watched Harry strip his robes and dress into his pajamas. She was probably the only girl in Hogwart's that wouldn't jump Harry if she had the chance. Besides, her heart was with another and she was going to make him realise it. Harry wriggled underneath the comforter, handing Hermione his glasses to be set on the table next to the sofa. Hermione leaned to kiss her friend's cheek. "Goodnight Harry. Don't let this keep you up. You're going to need your rest."

"Thanks Hermione...for everything." Hermione nodded, feet padding to the stairs leading to the girls dormitory. Harry turned on his side, eyes sliding shut. What was he supposed to do about this? Come tomorrow, he would have to face the realities of the Love Potion.

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Severus woke lance of pain spreading through his entire body. He shot up, breathing shallow and heart racing madly. What the hell was happening to him? He held his forehead, a horrendous pain traveling his anatomy. He cursed, grabbing his wand and running from his chambers. He knew exactly what was causing this! That Merlin-damned potion!

He took the stairs two at a time, not giving any care that he was clad only in a pair of boxers. The snarky potions master rounded the bend, hell bent on waking Albus up in the middle of the night. He banged on the door. "Damnit Albus!" He swore fluently in several different languages. Apparently, the old wizard wasn't in. Severus cringed. Just where could the fool have disappeared to?

Severus let out a sharp cry when the pain intesified. He knew where it was originating from. With the feeling of man condemened to decapitation, Severus made his way to the Gryffindor Tower. The fat lady in the portrait lazily glared at him. "What is it? Its late, dont you know that?"

"Let me in!" he snarled, wand pointing at the frame. The Fat Lady blinked, quickly swinging her portrait aside. Severus heard moaning, whimpering, and sobs. That only meant Harry Potter. For some reason, the minute he was within a few feet of the young man, the pain stopped as did Harry's fit. Twin emerald orbs snapped open to turn insanely round at the scantily clad teacher.

"Professor Snape?" Harry asked, vision blurred but making out the lines of the man. He reached for his glasses and hastily set them on his face. He gasped. It was Snape alright and he wasn't looking too happy to see him. All of a sudden, those tendrils of desire whipped at Harry's blood, sending it boiling. Harry gulped.

"Potter, I think we should find the headmaster." Harry agreed whole heartedly.

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"Its just as I was fretting." Albus paced behind his desk, hair sticking in obscene directions. Apparently Albus was doing research and hadn't bothered with answering Severus's angsty calls. Remus and Sirius were leaning against each other, both yawning at being rudely woken by Severus. Harry sat in the middle of them, glaring at a red paperwieght, imagining that it was Ron's head and all the evil things he could do to it. Severus stood in a corner, arms crossed in front of his bare chest. "This particular potion is called Lascivio Amor. It makes the user and the object of the user's desire to become connected. However, not much is known about Lascivio Amor. There were only two subjects it was tested on, ever. Paolo and Francesca. One of the political disrupters of the time tricked Francesca into drinking the potion, causing her to fall in love her husband's younger brother. Whereupon Gianciotto discovered the affair, he killed them both.

"Though, they were heterosexual so the affects are different. Since this is a homosexual ordeal, the effects are not going to be the same. I know that you both are connected. Severus feeling Harry's nightmare proves that much. I dont know how far that stretches so until then, I want you to be together at all times." Severus and Harry grimaced at the same time. "Harry's stuff will be moved into the dungeons."

"Albus, you cannot be serious! This is an invasion of my privacy!"

"What do you need privacy for?" Sirius snorted, earning a smack from Remus.

Severus glared. "I happen to have my own life, thank you very much. Albus, I refuse to have that boy living in my quarters. What will the students think? The other teachers? They'll think I'm emusculating him!"

Albus did a very uncharacterstic thing. He glowwered over his glasses, the assembled paling. "You will do this Severus. Tomorrow is Saturday, there are no classes. Thats when we'll get Mr.Potter settled into his new home until I come up with an antidote. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Severus said in a defeated tone. "If the brat gets in my things, I won't hesitate to resort to drastic measures in order to end this bond." A dramatic pivot and he was gone.

Sirius groaned. "He's going to murder Harry in his sleep!"

Albus smirked. "I dont think so. For if he did that, he would kill himself too." The twinkle returned as Albus patted Harry's shoulder. "Dont worry Harry. You had better get some sleep. I'm sure Severus wont wait forever."

Harry emitted a squeaked goodnight and left. Remus held onto Sirius as they stood. "With all due respect, why are you lieing to them?"

"I kieep forgetting your much more articulate the I give you credit for." Remus blushed, hushing Sirius with a finger to his lips. "I do have the antidote but I want to see where this will take them. Severus is lonely and Harry needs someone who doesn't fawn over him because he's the boy who lived."

Sirius blanched. "You can't be serious! You want them to be together?!"

"Oh hush Siri. Albus knows whats best. Goodnight Albus." Remus smiled, leading a sputtering Sirius from the office. Albus chuckled. He was a genius. #-# Severus waited for Harry to go inside his chambers before closing the door with a ferocious slam. He waved his wand over the locks. "Lets get one thing straight. Don't talk to me or touch me and we'll be just fine. You sleep there, I sleep in there."

Harry blinked, frowning as Severus retreated his bedroom. He stared at the couch, unsure of what to do. "Ouch!" he whimpered, holding his head. It was then, he was hauled by his arm into Severus's bedroom. Severus crawled underneath the blankets, shifting far to the right side as Harry hesitantly got into the left side. Harry sighed. Life sucked. Sharing a bed with Snape was scary. Still, Harry couldn't resist peeking at the sleeping man, Snape didn't seem half as frightening when he was slumbering. With that thought, Harry gave himself to Morpheus.

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Trans: the potion means Wanton Love. Lol. I dont know if i stuck it together right. -_- That didnt sound right.....