I have been soooooooo fucking busy, I really wanted to write more, but it's been hard. I'm sorry for the wait, and please, review:)

Harry shivered as he waited out by the lake for Draco. He definitely felt guilty being with him no more than a few hours after Snape, but it wasn't like he could tell Draco. What would the blonde do? Surely he'd be upset, that was a given. But would he leave Harry? It was hard to tell, but Harry had a fairly good idea.

It wasn't as if Harry was in love with the Potions Master. Oh, Merlin no, not by any means was he in love. But he definitely had been caught up in the moment, caught up in lust. It could have been the fact Snape was always such an arsehole, or maybe just the way his hair brushed against his shoulder with every slight move, catching the light yet shining softly. But there was no denying something made Snape very desirable.

Harry lowered himself to the ground and leaned against the tree, letting his eyes look over the lake. His mind moved from Snape to Draco. He couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten, getting such a wonderful, beautiful, clever boyfriend. If he thought about Draco long enough, and hard enough, he completely forgot all reasoning about why Snape was a good idea for a lover.

Harry was snapped out of his trance by a soft, low voice.

"You were early." Harry smiled up nervously at Draco, and shrugged.

"Yeah, I s'pose I was. Didn't want you to have to wait for me." Draco took a seat next to Harry and hesitantly rested his head on Harry's shoulder. They sat silently, both looking up at the stars and wondering to themselves about how beautiful it was.

The sky was a velvety black with diamond-like orbs hanging randomly, giving off enough light to keep the castle from total darkness. There were no clouds in sight, which was a rarity. Harry noticed subtle things he wouldn't normally by himself, like how the moon left ripples of light on the slowly moving water beneath it. Being with Draco made everything much more brilliant, and much more enjoyable.

"I've known you for years, love, and yet I don't actually know you." Draco's voice was soft and his breath warmed Harry's neck as he nuzzled it.

"Yeah. Well, anything you'd like to know?" Harry wasn't in the mood for talking, he just wanted to be lazy with Draco and embrace him, but his tone didn't hold any annoyance. Draco shrugged.

"Full name?"

"Harry James Potter."

"Ha, how predictable. Damn Gryffindor having a big enough ego to name his child after him." Draco's voice was filled with amusement, but Harry frowned.

"It's only my middle name." Draco rolled his eyes but stayed quiet.

"What's your father like? At home?" Harry questioned.

"Exactly as he is in public. Arsehole, condescending, usually always disinterested." Draco paused for a moment before adding, "Controlling."

"Controlling?"

"Yeah. I don't know, can we not talk about him right now?"

"I'd really like to know…"

"But I don't feel like talking about it," Draco snapped, and got up. "In fact, I don't feel like talking at all. Goodnight."

Harry watched helplessly as Draco stomped back towards the castle, wondering what brought on such a sudden change. All he had done was ask little questions… Not like they were really personal, either. Harry frowned as he closed his eyes and tried to forget what had just transpired between them.

Severus Snape leaned on a tree, being careful his shirt didn't get dirty. He smirked slightly, staring down at the boy a few feet away, who looked obviously troubled with his brow creased. He was definitely a cute boy, with all his little habits and quirks, facial expressions and body language.

"Hello, Potter. Out late… you know, I could take away quite a few points from Gryffindor for that." His voice was smooth, yet still startled Harry.

"P-professor? How did you… know I was out here?" Harry got on his feet and stumbled backwards a bit from shock and fear.

"I saw Mr. Malfoy leave, and was curious as to where he was heading at such an hour."

"So… you saw all that?"

"Oh yes… I did." The potions master stepped forward, and Harry felt his chest tighten. 'Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,' Harry repeated over and over in his head while his heart beat wildly. Somehow the two ended up so close and nearly touching, feeling each other's breath and everything… yet Harry knew this was wrong.

"Professor… I have a boyfriend…" Harry said weakly, and Snape chuckled. He moved his hand upwards, letting his fingers come to rest right under the Gryffindor's chin, before raising it slightly. This was it, Harry knew, and yet he didn't have the strength and will power to push away.

Harry fell back onto his bed, heart thumping with fear and panic. 'This is horrible…' He thought as his mind raced.

Harry and Snape rested shoulder to shoulder, both dressed but the scent of sex and sweat hung in the air. It was relaxing, lying out in the grass with a man he actually trusted. Harry's eyes went wide as he thought about that; trusted. He actually trusted the man who tortured him in class for years. Putting aside the thought, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Snape. Both smiled, and Snape raised himself to place his lips against Harry's. Just then they heard a terrifying click with a flash, and both knew what it was. Colin Creevey stood there maybe ten feet away, staring down at them with that damned camera in his hands. Harry growled as he leapt up and chased after that troublesome boy.

Harry wondered how Colin had found them, anyways, but it wasn't of importance – what was important was Harry needing to find and destroy that picture. Putting it aside, he tried to close his eyes and fall asleep, but all he could think about was his professor's hands.

Snape let his hands slide underneath the boy's shirt, teasing slightly. Harry sucked in a breath when those talented fingers moved down, slowly, and when Snape's palm rested against his erection, he decided it was time to remove some clothes.

No, no, he needed to forget; pretend it was all a dream, maybe. Anything would be better than replaying the events over and over in his mind. Yet his mind wandered to the sound of Snape's voice.

"Harry, I… need… you." Even when Severus Snape was breathless and panting, his voice was silky and seductive. Harry had no idea how the Professor managed it, knowing if he even tried to speak there wouldn't be any words, just the mumbling of a few random letters. Snape spoke again, causing Harry to take in a gulp of air and struggle to not ruin the moment by reaching an orgasm before his lover.

Harry was feeling weaker as the minutes passed, not knowing what would happen if Snape tried something again. It seemed with each time he became easier to take. He knew though that he must stop things between them, he had to try, even though for the moment he started thinking about the feel of another body on top of him.

Snape rolled on top of Harry, both shirtless and for the most part, unclothed on the bottom half as well. For a brief moment Harry wondered how Snape kept his skin so smooth and… inviting. Their eyes connected for a moment, and Harry realized right then that this wasn't just some random fuck… for either of them.

It pained Harry greatly that he had to hurt Snape ("No, it's Severus – he told me to call him that," Harry mumbled to himself), because when he looked in those dark, stern eyes, he noticed some emotion… for the first time in all the years he knew Severus, the man finally could allow someone to figure out he possessed regular feelings that any other being would. Love, happiness, jealousy… and pain. Harry had a feeling Severus knew things would come to an end, he knew Harry was in love with someone else. It would also be the end of both of them if that picture got out to the public.

He turned on his side, and pushed his head down into his pillow. This night had been way too confusing and way too much for Harry, but that's how it usually was for him. His last thoughts before his eyes finally shut were of Severus, and how he started to return those feelings… but what mattered was Draco.