me: Okay, who wants to do it today?
-Hermione's hand flies into the air...yet again-
me: No, dammit! You will not do my disclaimer! How about you, Draco?
Draco: She doesn't own us...As much as she wishes she does, with her odd fan-girly ways, she does not.
me: -drools at Draco in the background-
Draco: Nor does she own anything revolving around Moulin Rouge. And don't worry, this will hopefully be the last part of the story revolving around that damned play. Soon she'll be writing the lemon scene that will drive me into a fit of laughter at the looks on Severus and Harry's faces before they kill her for it.
me: Hey! -smacks Draco- Okay, read and review please!

"Why aren't you out mingling with the audience, Potter?" Snape sneered.
"Because I have no reason to."
"No reason to? My god, Potter! You were the leading role, and you say you have no reason to go out and listen to the applause and praise of all those who watched!"
Harry gave a saddened sigh. "You don't understand."
"And what, praytell, is it that I don't understand?"
Harry sighed defeatedly and looked up at his potions professor. "I don't want the bloody attention that they throw at me. I don't enjoy being surrounded by people who don't even see me as a person..."
Snape was temporarily in awe at what Harry had just said.

A silence stretched between the two of them, and the two seemed to come to an understanding though no words had been spoken.
"Hey! Are you two planning on joining the party, or what?" Seamus yelled into the dressing room before running back out into the Great Hall.
Severus smiled at Harry. "Well, come on Harry." He extended his hand to the boy sitting before him, and after a moment's hesitation, Harry took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up.

The moment shared between the two in the dressing room weight on Harry's mind throughout the night. He couldn't figure out what it had truely been. He knew that in that brief moment, they had gone from being mortal enimies to being...friends? It seemed so hard for Harry to believe, but it had happened.
'But really, it's not that hard to believe, is it? You do feel something for him, afterall...'

Yet again, the night found Severus Snape pacing through his private rooms.
'Why did I call him Harry?'
'Because that's his name.'
'Why did I smile?'
'Because you saw something in his eyes.'
'What! I didn't see anything in his eyes!'
'The harder you try, the more apparant it becomes that you're lying to yourself, Severus.'
'Okay, hypothetically, say I did see something in his eyes. What does that mean?'
'Perhaps it means he harbors the same feelings for you that you have for him...'
'I don't have feelings for him.'
'Oh stop lying to yourself! Blithering idiot as he is at times, Albus was right to place you two opposite each other in that damned play! You love each other! Now why don't you stop denying yourself and do something about it!'
"Stand by for curtain call, everyone!" Albus said to the cast over the thunderous applause on the other side of the curtain.
"Albus!"
"Ah, yes Severus?"
"I have to ask you for a favor."
"What is it?"
Harry leaned against the wall of the dressing room still in shock.
"This must be a joke..." He looked down at the card again.

"For the best damn kisser in the wizarding world.

Severus"

'Yes, most definately has to be a joke...Severus would never...'
Before Harry could finish his thought, he sensed someone enter the room.
"Hello Harry. Why aren't you out in the Great Hall celebrating?"
"I...I um..." Quickly putting his hands behind his back so Snape wouldn't see the card, he made a retreat towards the door. "I was just leaving."
"Did you get my card?"

Harry: You are most definately dead!
me: What now! o.O
Harry: You won't let me shag him sensless yet! -tear-
-both Severus and I crash face-first into the ground in a very anime-like fashion-
me: And you're going to kill me for that!
Harry: Yes...o.o
me: -sigh- Anyways, please read and review!