"Harry, calm down and tell me again what's wrong." Remus grabbed the boy's shoulders.

Harry sighed brokenly. "I-I think I'm gay Moony." He whispered.

The elder teen stared at him for a moment before smiling and chuckling lightly. "Why that's nothing to be worried about Harry."

Emerald eyes widened. "You don't understand, I c-can't be a pouf. James would skin me alive." He bit his lip. "And then he would tell our parents."

Remus frowned and ruffled Harry's head. "I'm sure he wouldn't react in that fashion." He murmured. "After all, Sirius and I are in a relationship."

Harry jerked away. "Y-you are?" He asked almost hopefully.

The tawny haired boy smiled cheekily. "You mean you couldn't tell?" He teased.

"I wasn't sure." Harry flushed.

"Well we are, so don't worry too much about James' reaction if you choose to tell him." Amber eyes flashed mischievously. "So how did you come to the conclusion that you're gay?"

"I-I – "

"Who's gay?" A voice interrupted.

Harry jumped as Sirius suddenly appeared at his side. The Gryffindor flashed a grin at the tense Slytherin.

"What's wrong Potter?" He teased.

"N-nothing."

Remus sighed. "Harry thinks he's gay."

Sirius' eyes brightened immediately. "Really? That's great, now we'll have another couple to have hot kinky sex with."

"Sirius!" Remus cried.

"Couple?" Harry squeaked, ignoring his other words.

Padfoot walked around the couch Harry was perched on and fell beside his boyfriend.

"Well of course, there has to be a bloke you like. That is how you figured out you were queer, right?"

Remus swatted him on his thigh. "Do you have to use that word?"

He sighed. "Fine, when did you figure out you were a flaming homo?"

"Siri you're not helping." Remus huffed at Harry's shocked look. "I take it you just discovered this today?" He asked gently.

Harry nodded numbly.

"Well then, who's the lucky bloke?" Sirius prodded.

"Er…" Harry tensed. "I don't think I can tell you." He admitted.

"Is he in Slytherin?" Remus asked gently. "We won't hate you if you choose a Slytherin." He reassured.

But you'll hate me when you find out who it is I like. Harry thought mournfully.

"He's in Slytherin." Harry admitted. "But he's older then me." He muttered.

Sirius laughed. "Is that the only problem? Harry, it doesn't matter about age." He blinked. "Well, unless it's a teacher."

"No!" The younger squeaked. "He's not a teacher."

"Oh, well then that's good." Padfoot chuckled.

Moony nodded. "If you're afraid about the age difference it's alright." He leaned forward and patted Harry's leg. "If you really like this guy you should confront him and see if he likes you too."

Harry nodded. They don't understand at all. He sighed. This isn't just some guy, this is Severus Snape. Their enemy!

"Thanks." Harry sighed. "For helping me, I was really freaking out." He carded through his hair nervously.

"Well if you aren't sure, just come and talk to us, we're here to help." Remus smiled calmly.

Harry nodded. "I will." He stood up with a last glance around the room. "Er…could you not mention this to James?"

"Now Harry, there's no need to be ashamed." Remus chided.

He blushed. "I know, I mean, just for now, until I find the nerve to do it myself."

Sirius laughed. "Of course mate."

Harry seemed relieved. "Thank you." He shifted his cloak. "Well, I guess I should get back now, before Filch catches me past curfew."

"Night little Prongs." Sirius called joyfully.

"Good night Harry." Remus smiled.

Harry waved over his shoulder as he left Gryffindor Tower and headed back toward the dungeons. He had a lot to think about.

Should I confront Snape? If it was anybody else I'm sure Remus' advice would work. But not with Sev…wait, since when is he Sev! Harry groaned.

"Why am I so obsessed with him! He didn't even kiss me willingly! It was just an accident!" He ranted.

The silence around him was unnerving and unconsciously he pulled his cloak tighter about his shoulders. Shadows shifted in the sparse light, forcing Harry to walk faster, his arms tense at his sides as he continued to shoot nervous glances over his shoulder.

This castle is too creepy. Dark eyes darted about. Especially the dungeons. He shivered.

"Stupid Dumbledore, I bet he puts us Slytherins down here because he doesn't like our House."

Those stupid ghosts hang out down here too. For all I know they could be watching me right now… His pulse quickened. What if I run into –

"Shit!" He screeched as he bumped into something solid.

"You again Potter?" A disdainful voice questioned. "Why are you wandering the halls so late?"

Harry was shaking furiously, as though his body was freezing in the cool dungeon air. His wide eyes managed to glance up in his fright and he felt a burning heat spread across his face.

"Severus." He breathed.

A dark brow was arched. "When did I give you permission to use my name Potter?" Snape demanded.

"Sorry." The emerald eyed youth lowered his head.

"Why have you been following me Potter? This isn't the first time we've run into each other today, and I'm not one to believe in coincidence."

"I'm not stalking you if that's what you think." Harry glowered, remembering Snape's previous conversation with Malfoy.

"Just as you weren't listening to my private conversation." Snape retorted coolly.

You were talking about me first. Harry looked away, refusing to deny that he had overheard the older boys.

"I'll ask again. Potter, why are you out here so late. Are you trying to loose House points?" His black eyes flashed. "Want the Gryffindors to win?" He hissed.

"No!" Harry retorted angrily. "I was talking with someone." He replied lamely.

"A late night rendezvous with your girlfriend? I take it she's not in Slytherin." Snape sneered.

There was a soft growl. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Boyfriend then." Snape grinned viciously. "Is little Harry a fairy boy?" He taunted.

A quick thrill passed through his stomach at hearing his name said with such a sexy voice, but then Snape's other words broke through and Harry's temper flared.

"I don't have a boyfriend either." He spat. "Anyway, Remus and Sirius said it didn't matter if I was queer."

"So the two Gryffindors are poufs. Probably fucking each other too." Snape smirked.

Oh no, I just told him their secret! Harry paled. "They aren't queer." He said quickly. "They were just saying that for my benefit."

"James' little brother is a fag." The boy moved forward, slowly walking in a circle around Harry's slight form. "I bet he just loves that."

"Leave me alone." Harry turned away. "I haven't done anything to you, so why do you keep bothering me?"

"I hate Potters." Snape whispered in his ear. "You are no exception."

"You hate me?" Harry repeated softly.

Severus pulled away sharply. "What's wrong with you today Potter? You're acting like an emotional woman. It's not as though you like me, so why does it matter if I hate you or not?"

Harry exhaled loudly. "That's just it, I do like you, and it's all because of that stupid kiss that meant nothing!" He cried in frustration.

"Kiss?" Snape repeated with a frown.

"In the hall earlier, when I ran into you." Of course you wouldn't remember.

There was a harsh bark of laughter. Harry frowned as the older teen continued to laugh at him.

"You call that a kiss? Oh Potter, you are a virgin." Snape shook his head in mirth.

Harry stiffened. "So I'm inexperienced, that doesn't prove anything!"

"Stick with boys your own age Potter, I don't have time to waste on precious little virgins." He turned and began to walk away. "I'm not a queer anyway, so don't try to change my mind."

Harry watched numbly as his first crush cruelly smashed his heart, and then so nonchalantly left him alone to pick up the pieces.

Why did I have to fall for such an arse? Harry sighed dejectedly as he too continued towards the dungeons.

"I'll have to tell Remus that his plan failed." He scoffed.

Silently he hoped that his luck would be better by tomorrow.