Memories streamed in and out of Severus's mind as he rested his head on a pillow, and sighed. Visions of their first kiss, Harry's slight smiles, the twinkle in his eyes, the first time they had sex. It was as if every little small detail from their past were flooding his mind at one moment, overwhelming him, making him feel as if he suffocating. His head throbbed and pounded, his muscles aching and tensing up with any slight movement.

"Ohhh," Severus moaned, "What have I done?" The question lingered heavily in the air as silence took its place again. He raised a calloused hand to his face, pushing away black strands of hair and trying to focus on anything but Harry Potter. Yet he could still taste those lips, so sweet and tainted with alcohol, still feel the innocent roaming hands, so delicate and curious.

Severus, tired of the flashbacks and memories, pulled himself upright and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Emerald satin caressed his thighs, brushing against places Harry had once touched, though with a shiver the Potions Professor stood up and proceeded to make his way towards his private restroom.

It was dimly lit, though even in the darkness the room glittered and radiated pure and utter beauty. The tiles lining the floor were ebony, sparkling and reflecting everything, while the tiles placed upon the walls were of a deep forest-green. Right above the gray and green speckled sink, a large snake was outlined in silver so bright it shone even in complete dark. It was simply dazzling; everyone who had ever seen it could not help but stare. The shower itself was black and silver; not as showy, yet impressive nonetheless. Severus let his robe fall from his shoulders, dropping to the floor, revealing his chiseled and almost perfectly sculpted form. He shivered in his newfound nudity, yet turned around from the sink to look into a long mirror, just an inch or two taller than his own self. His skin was pale; so pale and damned cold. He was always cold whenever Harry wasn't around, he couldn't explain it. It was as if the boys' presence literally warmed up the whole room. He was incredible, and as Severus stood naked in front of the mirror, he felt more alone than he ever had. With a low growl, and a mumble about how cold it was in the dungeons, Severus stepped into his shower and with a swift flick of his hand, hot water streamed down onto his body.

Harry hurriedly ripped off his tie, feeling as if he couldn't breathe as he hastily made his way to the Gryffindor common room. Watching his feet and not what was in front of him, Harry ran directly into a hard yet lean form. He raised his gaze, feeling frantic, and as he laid eyes upon the boy in front of him, Harry felt as if his heart stopped completely.

Draco's eyes were such a glittery silver, like the one of the snake in Severus's bathroom, and as he looked down upon the famous Harry Potter, his gaze was soft and he let his guard down. Why, he didn't know, he just trusted Harry. Harry took a moment, then let out his long breath and took a step back.

"Malfoy.."

"Potter." Draco nodded slightly, an inviting sign that Harry figured to be fake.

"Malfoy, I am sorry to have walked in on you and Severus earlier. I didn't know he had company, and trust me, it wont -," Harry was cut off by Draco's sweet, soft drawl.

"I couldn't care less if you've seen me shagging someone or not." An idea filled Harry's mind, though he was filled with much doubt as he thought about it. Was revenge really a good idea? Harry didn't know, but with his anger, he didn't exactly care.

"Would you care to join me on a date sometime?" Harry breathed out quickly, hoping he didn't sound too panicked as his cheeks flushed and he began to feel extremely warm.

"Wha – what?" Draco looked taken aback at the offer.

"Well, would you, Draco?" Harry, having that innocent and adorable charm, asked again, fully aware his former enemy would not be able to refuse. Ever since things became civil between them, months earlier, Harry always had the slight suspicion Draco fancied him, and tonight was the night to take advantage of it.

"Uhm… Well, Potter, you see… I… bloody hell, you bastard. You know I want to." Harry moved forward, closing the distance between them and pressed his mouth against Draco's. The Slytherin's eyes shot wide open, though he did not resist – instead placing his hand tenderly upon Harry's wrist. After a moment, their meeting ended, and for a slight moment Harry had no thoughts whatsoever about Severus.