Disclaimer: I really hate this part. It's like a slap in the face telling me they're not mine!

Author's Note: This was another 'Get it all on the page' type of thing. Well, I hope you all like it!

Harry looked around the tiny restaurant. Harry had been searching for him gor nearly a year, he had even gone as far as hiring a private investigator, Mr Jon Grady Cummas. Cummas had done his job well, he told Harry that the man he was tracking was coming here at three.

It was 3.10 and Harry was getting worried. Would he show up? He looked around again. There he was, the man he had spent the best part of a year searching for, Severus Snape.

Flashback

Severus leaned forward. Harry, now the Defence professor at Hogwarts, held his breath. He closed his eyes as Severus kissed him for the first time. A chaste kiss. Severus leaned back looking at Harry and smiled.

Harry smiled back, but it faltered. "Severus… I… I'm… that is… I've started going out with Remus."

Severus blinked rapidly as if trying to comprehend what Harry had just said. "Oh. Em… I understand. You couldn't wait for me like you have been for the last couple of months."

Harry caught his hand but Severus pulled away. "Severus, I know I said I would wait until you came back but we weren't actually together. You never said you wanted to be with me, just that we'd talk when you got back. Look, me and Remus… it just sort of happened. It's not even serious."

Severus laughed, disbelieving. A short hollow laugh.

"Severus-" Harry started but was cut off.

"I understand, Harry. I hope you're hapy together." Severus started to walk away but paused. "I just thought I'd let you know that I'm moving away permantly. And don't worry, I had decided before I got here. Almost," he whispered the last part to himself but Harry heard it.

"Where?" he called but Severus was gone.

End Flashback

He and Remus hadn't lasted. The decided it was just best as friends. Harry had a "what if?" hanging over his head for months before starting his search. And here he was. Severus Snape. Walking through this resturant in New York.

Harry watched his walk over to a table at the far end of the room. He decided to let him sit for a while before he went over. How would he react? After all this time would he still feel the same? Did he ever think about Harry now?

Harry took a deep breath and slowley walked over. He was just about to speak when he saw another person sitting with Severus. Harry quickly turned to the bar, within ear-shot of Severus. Harry looked over from behind some people at the bar.

Severus had his arms crossed and looked pissed off.

"Oh come on," a man's voice pleaded. The man had a strong accent, definitely a New Yorker, Harry thought. "It was just a joke."

Severus wasn't looking at the man.

"I though you looked really cute in that picture."

Harry nearly choked.

The man smiled as Severus's face softened to a pout.

"Come on Sev'. Please forgive me? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

Severus snorted. "Fine. But you're still not off the hook, Mick."

"That's okay with me. You can even take a picture of ME sleeping if you want."

"You'd love that."

Harry didn't even breath as Severus leant over the table and kissed Mick.

"Thank's for forgiving me."

"Fine. But I thought you said you were buying dinner."

Harry shut his eyes tight. If he couldn't see it, then it wasn't real. Watery eyes opened but the scene hadn't changed.

"No," he croaked helplessly.

With tears staining his face, Harry walked away from the table, the resturant, - Severus, knowing he would always have this terrible "what if?"

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