Harry Potter woke to something warm wrapped around his arm and the smell of a light musk swirled around behind him and around him. Panicking he opened his eyes, in a flash he sat bolt upright pulling a slumbering Draco Malfoy from his sleep.

"Oi! what's wrong with you, have you no feelings for peoples beauty sleep?" he asked worriedly seeing the face Harry was now sporting he got worried, and tentatively placed his had gently onto Harry's knee. This sent the young youth over the edge.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry quickly swatted Draco's had away and fitfully ran out of the Slytherin common rooms towards the Great Hall.

In the Great Hall Harry was pacing back and forth in the shadows unknown to him the obsidian and grey eyes that were watching him with great worry and interest.

Harry knowing he was not ready for much human contact after his "uncles"...Fetishes for hurting children. His father had brutally raped and beaten Harry as a small child and forced him to work through the whole day on nothing but fear of being beaten if his jobs weren't finished, so yes, you could say that he was terrified to be touched by anyone.

Harry paced back and forth in the shadows to un-relenting thoughts that were coursing through his mind like electric fire on a rainy day.

Harry looked around like a dear caught in the headlights and quickly grabbed his bag and started off for the kitchens, not wanting to eat in a crowd this big at the moment.

(Severus POV)

Snape was watching Harry and how he was acting curiously; he scolded himself as a sudden tightness made its self known to Snape as his chest constricted on him. He saw Harry leave the Great hall and quickly took off after him with great stealth and years of practice in silence.

Harry had entered the kitchen and practically had to cry to get his house elf friend dobby to stop clinging to his legs as if holding on for dear life. He heard the door click as someone entered the kitchen, he turned around and his mouth suddenly dropped open, there before him was his potions professor, the man haunting and tormenting him all through the night, the man who he secretly loved. This man before him had not hatred in his eyes but a great worry, something else he would never expect to see in those black eyes.

"Sn- Professor, what are you doing here? Wouldn't you prefer to be in the Great Hall, or somewhere dark cold and secluded?"

"Shut up Potter, as a teacher I can go where ever I want, regardless of what you may think."

"Okay." Harry muttered, suddenly finding the floor very pretty to look at. Instantly at this Snape regretted what he said, he shouldn't have been so harsh.

/POPPY COCK! He's an insufferable brat, hese a Griffindor! You should be harsher/

Snape groaned at his inner thoughts and pushed them to the back of his mind, and oh so slightly stuttered when he next spoke.

"Ha- Potter, what's wrong with you, you're not your usual spit fire insufferable self.

"...Nothing..."

" Cut the bull, you and I both know there's something wrong now tell me because maybe I can help."

At this Harry promptly stumbled slightly, who was caught by Snape just before he fell and put back to rights on his own to feet.-

"Since when did you care about " The-Boy-Who-Lived?

"Since I started having minor feelings for your so called Boy-Who-Lived." Severus said truthfully.

He took a few steps forward closer to Harry and lightly rested his hand on Harry's arm, pulled him in to his arms softly and ghosted his lips over Harry's.

Harry by now had closed his eyes believing it to be a dream, but when those lips touched him, e couldn't help but revel in the moment before him, and he kissed Severus back passionately and just walked gracefully out of the room.

"Uuhhhhhh!" Snape groaned once the boy was gone, noticing his ever present hard erection he groaned and walked back to his quarters for a "nap", not having to teach till later that day.