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Chapter 5

Over the next month Harry got to know Anon very well. He had even begun to fall in love with the man. But one thing was bothering him. He still didn't know who it was. He had his suspicions but didn't know for sure. Harry had decided that the way he wrote was to mature for him to be anything lower than seventh year, which he was glad for since he preferred older men. Yet something about the tone made him think that they were even older than that. 'They use Hedwig so they must have access to the owlery.' Harry was beginning to suspect that it was one of his professors. One professor in particular. His Potions Professor. He had taken to watching the man and had noticed that when he looked at Harry his patented glare was not in place. He also did not insult him in Potions as much. Only when he really messed up and deserved it. Professor Snape, Harry had noticed, had grown his hair slightly. It now reached his shoulders and the man kept it tied with a cord at the base of his neck. His eyes were not emotionless at all they just appeared that way because of their onyx colour. Harry had begun to hope that it was his professor and couldn't wait until till he met Anon.

During their late night conversations Harry had realised that Anon had a wonderful sense of humour that was very sarcastic. They had swapped childhoods and Anon had been shocked to hear that the truth about the Dursleys was worse than the rumours.

They talked for hours sometimes, mostly at weekends. Two weeks before the Ball Harry decided that he couldn't take it any longer.

H- I want to meet you Anon. I want to know who you are.

Are you sure Harry?

H- Yes I can't take it any longer. I can't wait. When can we meet?

How about the Easter Ball? That way we wouldn't be on our own but we could still talk.

H- That's fine. The Easter Ball it is. I can't wait.

When Hermione found out that they were going to meet at the Easter Ball she dragged Harry into Hogsmead.

After four hours in Gladrags Wizarding Wear Harry had finally got his outfit. Dumbledore had declared that the Ball was to be muggle dress so he had tight black pants that showed off his bum and legs and a green silk shirt that matched his eyes.

"Harry you look gorgeous," Hermione declared, "Good luck at the Ball. I hope Anon is someone you can love."

Two weeks later

The morning of the Ball Harry woke up with a huge smile on his face; he hadn't had a vision in over a week.

Hedwig flew in with the morning post. Once again she carried a present form Anon. A single red rose. Attached to it was a letter

Harry,

Good morning. I will await you in the Entrance Hall at seven. I will be holding a red rose. I count down the minutes till we meet.

Forever Yours

S.S.S.

The first and last S could stand for Severus and Snape but Harry wasn't sure about the middle S. He didn't know what he would do if it wasn't Snape he so wanted it to be. Harry looked up at the teacher's table with a smile on his face. Snape wasn't looking in his direction but Dumbledore was. He smiled at Harry eyes twinkling blindingly.

The day passed quickly and before Harry knew it it was seven and he was getting dressed for the Ball. He had grown his hair out that summer; it came down to his jaw and was more manageable. He had also got sick of his glasses and had gotten magical contacts which never needed to be cleaned or taken out, Harry could not chance loosing his glasses in battle and not being able to see. He was nicely toned and quite muscular due to quidditch and his Voldemort training.

Harry and Ron went down to the Common Room to meet Hermione and go down to the Great Hall. Harry was so nervous he was shaking slightly. Hermione noticed.

"Harry are you all right?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah. I'm just a bit nervous. I've been waiting for ages for this." Harry reassured her.

"Ready to go? Do you want us to stay with you or go in?" Hermione asked him.

"Go in. I want to meet him on my own." He replied.

They walked down the steps to the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione went in and Harry, taking a deep breath and pulling all his Gryffindor courage to him, walked over to the Entrance Hall.

There in the Entrance Hall, waiting for him holding a red rose, was Severus Snape. Harry strode over to him and said "Hello Anon."

Severus turned around startled. He saw Harry and stared at him intently.

"You aren't disgusted that it is your greasy old Potions professor courting you?" He asked with a closed expression.

"No. Your not old at all and defiantly not greasy. I hoped it was you and the initials on your last letter made me think that it could be you. What is your middle name?" Harry asked him curiously.

"I did that to try and give you a clue so that you could back out if you wished and Sebastian." Snape told him with the beginnings of a smile.

"I don't want to back out…Sebastian I like it." Harry murmured.

"Thank you. Do you wish to go in." Severus asked motioning towards the Great Hall.

"Ok" Harry replied and they walked in together.

Not many people noticed them enter. The headmaster did, he sent them a blinding smile and winked.

"Would you do me the honour of a dance?" Severus asked Harry quietly.

Harry nodded shyly hoping that he wouldn't make a fool of himself dancing. He took Severus's hand and Severus led them onto the dance floor. He put his arms around Harry who in turn put his arms around his neck. They began to move from foot to foot not caring that they were not really dancing.

When the rest of the school noticed Gryffindor's Golden Boy and the Head of Slytherin dancing they stared. Ron and Hermione carried on dancing and after a minute so did Draco Malfoy and his date Blaise Zabini. Draco had had some funny looks when he walked into the Great Hall as he was dressed in drag. He was wearing a pale blue dress, had grown his hair with a potions so that it reached the middle of his back. He was also wearing high-heeled shoes. Amazingly he looked good, gorgeous even.

Eventually after seeing that nothing was happening the rest of the school turned away from the dancing couple who were talking and completely oblivious to what was happening around them.

"So…why do you want to court me? I thought that you hated me." Harry asked.

"I never hated you Harry. I'm sorry for everything that I put you through. I had to pretend to hate you so that Voldemort didn't suspect me of being a spy. Now that he has I don't have to pretend anymore. But I thought that you hated me so I wanted you to know the real me." He admitted softly.

"I never hated you either. Disliked you greatly until I realised why you were like that yes but never hate. I respect you. I am very glad that I know the real you." Harry told him, resting his head on Severus's chest they carried on dancing.

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