Title : Confessions

Author : Me, but Dr. Poptart is it's great Uncle Harold.

Rating : PG-13

Disclaimer : You people mock me.

Summery : Harry luffs Snape and Snape luffs Harry. And Neville luffs Harry. This presents a problem..

Author's Notes : I wrote this while listening to the radio. And eating oreos. And brownies.

Oh, did I mention I have a laptop? Well, I do. Do you? I do.

Confessions

Chapter 1

"Tea?"

"Y-y-yes please!"

Harry smiled softly and poured steaming hot tea into a slightly chipped cup, handing it to Neville after he filled it and placed it on a small saucer. "So, how've you been Nev?" He asked polietly, taking the armchair opposite of Neville. Neville choked a tad on his tea.

"F-f-fine." He sqeaked, furiously stiring his tea. Harry nodded, sipping from his own cup. It had been his idea to invite Neville Longbottom over to tea. He did, occasionally, make sure that the boy wasn't inches from Suicide.

"So..how are things?" Harry asked, placing his tea on the small table beside him, crossing his legs, and folding his hands over his knee. It took all of Neville's strength to not scream 'I hate that greasy git! Why do you love him!?!?' at the top of his lungs. "O-o-okay." He sqeaked. Things weren't Okay. Not even close.

"Thank Snape's thighs its Friday." Harry said, giving a smile. Neville choked, tugging at the napkin Harry gave him and coughing into it. Harry moved so he could pat Neville on the back a few times. "Are you okay?"

"I bet you've seen Snape's thighs loads of times.." Neville mumbled, but made sure Harry didn't catch it. He nodded. Harry smiled and moved back into his armchair, pushing his glasses up his nose as he went.

This was killing Neville inside. And he could just tell Harry loved that slimy bastard. Neville narrowed his eyes. He probably hated Neville. Well, Neville couldn't - wouldn't- hate him back. But he couldn't just sit here and take it.

"So, ho-ho-how've you b-b-been?"

"Busy."

"W-with what?" Neville took a sip of his tea. At least Harry wouldn't just come out and say it.

"Ah. Doing this and that. Spending lots of time with Severus, though."

Well, Neville did have a tendancy to be wrong..

"Doing what with Severus?"

Harry chuckled lightly. If only Neville knew. But maybe he did. Neville wasn't stupid. Well, not as stupid as people made him out. "Lots of things. Things you should try." Harry chuckled again.

"What're you playing at?" Neville snarled.

Wow. Mess with the bull and you get the horns. Okay Neville, calm down.

"Neville, please, calm down. I was just kidding around. I've been doing-just- alot of things with him. He isn't that bad. Just- please. Calm down."

"Right."

"Neville, are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah-whatever."