The day had ended on a quiet note, nothing spectacular happened, no hexes were thrown, no adventures to lighten the day.

Harry chuckled silently. Sirius hadn't gotten his revenge either, though that just meant he would have to watch his back for a while.

But now was the time of day when assignments were done, so Harry didn't have to worry. Though not everyone was happy about doing homework either.

Harry was one of these people.

Stupid homework. He pouted as he studied his blank parchment. Why they had to know the properties of Ashwinder eggs he would never know. Though that wasn't saying much seeing as Harry was failing Potions anyway. Seriously, what was the point!

Stupid Slughorn, why does he assign useless essays? He huffed. It's not as though I'm going to be making a love potion.

He twirled his quill. "Ashwinder eggs are highly flammable anyway." He scoffed. "I'd have to freeze them immediately so they wouldn't burn…" His eyes widened. "Hey, that's it!"

He quickly jotted down his answer and set down his quill.

Sigh.

"Now I'm bored."

Wait, I still have to do my Transfiguration homework. Harry groaned and forced himself to take out anther paper. Why me!

"I don't want to do this right now." He muttered.

Harry sighed quietly to himself as his thoughts wandered away from boring lessons and annoying professors.

He was lonely now that he thought about it. He didn't really have any friends in his year, and the ones he did have he didn't feel close to. Harry wanted a friendship like his brother had with the Marauders; he wanted someone who he could talk to and feel close to.

I need to find myself a girlfriend like James. He mused. Hm, though personally I think Padfoot and Moony have something going on.

He tapped his quill idly as he frowned to himself.

Who though? Not just any girl.

The young Slytherin turned toward his empty parchment and scowled.

Maybe someone like Lily… He grimaced at the thought; Lily would always be like a sister to him.

"So no incest." He chuckled.

Harry smiled as he found himself doodling on his paper, it was a stick figure of course, the young Slytherin didn't think of himself as an artist. He colored in the robes of the figure and frowned.

Who was the perfect girl for him?

She had to have a nice smile, someone who didn't hide their feelings. And tall, she had to be somewhat taller then himself.

His quill continued to scratch out his picture. What about hair?

Long, dark hair was good. Lily's hair was nice, but Harry preferred black, it was mysterious and sexy.

Now Severus has nice hair. He chuckled silently. Though it's always tinged with those stupid chemicals from his potions. If he actually took the time to wash it a bit more I'm sure he could make it look nice.

Harry's eyes widened.

Wait, why am I thinking abut Snape?

His lips suddenly tingled and he remembered the kiss. He shook his head wildly. "No, that was nothing." He tried to tell himself. "A mistake, nothing but a mistake..."

Then why couldn't he forget the way their lips had pressed against each other? Why couldn't he forget the warmth of Snape's body?

Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands. "No, this isn't happening."

I'm going crazy. A quaking hand ran through wild locks.

He whimpered as he then saw his parchment. The stick figure had turned into Snape, tiny hearts fluttering around his scowling head. The teen laughed helplessly.

"I'm obsessed. Totally and utterly obsessed."

Though if he allowed himself to think about it, Snape did have a nice arse.

Merlin, I'm gay. Harry felt his stomach clench. No, I can't be, it's not possible... He groaned. But no straight guy thinks about another wizard's arse.

He shot up, homework forgotten as his world went crashing down around him.

I have to talk to someone.

He threw his cloak around his shoulders and quickly strode across the room, not sparing a second glance to his dorm mates who watched on curiously as he brushed past them.

Harry quickly stumbled down the stairs two at a time, managing not to break his neck in the process.

I have to get out. He thought in a panic.

The dark headed boy jogged toward the portrait door, managing to pass by everyone without being stopped. His luck of course was anything but good.

Just as he opened the door to the hall beyond, he ran into a warm body and felt himself stiffen at the familiar feel.

Please don't be…

Harry slowly looked up and froze. "S-snape."

The Fates were against him!

Snape, accompanied by Lucius, were entering through the portrait as Harry had tried to make his escape. They glanced down at him with twin looks of contempt.

"Potter." The cold drawl was nerve shattering to Harry's thumping heart.

Merlin, this is not my day. He inwardly groaned.

Slowly – without taking his eyes off the pair – he sidled around the two wizards and gulped as he shot into the hall. The portrait slammed shut behind him and he tensed as he heard their muffled conversation through the door.

"What's wrong with that boy?" Lucius sneered.

"Besides him being a Potter?" Snape retorted. "I don't want to know, he's been following me around most of the day. I think our little spat with the Gryffindors this morning addled his brain."

What! Harry growled. I haven't been following him!

He glared at the portrait angrily before storming off; he had more important things to worry about.

A few halls and shifting staircases later he was at his destination.

The Fat Lady watched him with a thoughtful expression. "What's wrong dear?" She asked kindly.

Harry pouted. "I'm having personal problems." He replied with a sniff.

"Ah, I see." She nodded knowingly. "Having problems with your boyfriend, are you."

Harry's mouth dropped open in shock before his face crumbled in horror.

"Remus!" He wailed before pounding at the door.

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AN: I just want to quickly thank everyone who has me on their alert/C2/favs. U guys r so cool! Especially the ones who review, but I still luv all u that just read too, as long as u enjoy the fic, that's the main goal. Thank u!

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