A/N: This chapter is shorter than most, but that is due to the next chapter being insanely long...I think I'm going to split it into two parts for reading ease. Reviews are adored as always...and I do appreciate each and every one of you reading this story. Even those that have sent me PMs telling me what a horrible writer I am; I love that you're reading my story anyway. Anyway, enough of my rambling.

I woke up and stretched, half positive last night had been a bizarre dream when my arm connected with something very solid and warm. Potter grunted and flung a leg over my own and I shot straight up and out of bed. His eyes opened slowly and he smirked as his eyes traced over my naked form. I felt my face flush a hot red and watched his smirk grow wider. He patted the bed and I sat tentatively. He pounced on me then and dragged me back into the middle of the bed, and then under the weight of his frame. He bit the tip of my nose, then my bottom lip, and then the bottom of my chin. I stared at him in disbelief still and he arched an eyebrow at me.

"You shouldn't do that, they'll accuse you of spending too much time around me," I said dryly.

He smirked, "I don't care. We should've started, how did you word it, 'snogging each other senseless' downstairs after Remus and Sirius did."

My eyes widened, "No, I really like my balls where they are. They don't need to be hexed into oblivion by one Minerva McGonagall."

He laughed and snuggled up to me, "You need to stop talking in your sleep. Some of your dreams are damn weird."

I sighed, "I didn't know I spoke in my sleep. What did I say?"

He bit my skin and wriggled against me, "Random things really, mumbled about damn Black for a while; talked to Albus for a bit." He smirked against my skin, "Mumbled about me a lot."

My face grew hot again and I tugged on his hair to get his face even with mine. I bit his lip before cupping his face and slid my tongue into his mouth. He moaned softly and slid his hands up and down my chest. I pulled back to study his face. His green eyes were dark with lust, his lips swollen and parted; a slight flush touched his cheeks and grew the more I stared.

"You know how incredibly wrong this is right?" I kissed his lips despite my own words.

His brow furrowed and his cheeks flushed in anger, "And why is it so wrong, because you're older than me? No, I don't see how it's wrong at all. I'm capable of making my own decisions; I am most certainly not a child."

I smirked, "You're not exactly a mature adult either." I knew I was egging him on.

He glared and moved to sit away from me, "I've been treated as though I could never handle the weight of my own fate because of my age. I've been forced to grow up a lot faster than other people my age. I've thought a lot since Dumbledore died, and the impact it had on me goes beyond just losing a mentor. I lost the person who had run interference for me; he was the one who bore a lot so I didn't have to. He tried to give me what was left of a childhood. I'm alone on a lot now, and I've accepted it. I'm not happy about it, but I've learned there are things in life that you just have to do. You have to put self loathing and self pity behind you and do them. No one is truly there one hundred percent of the time to help."

I shook my head and pulled him back to me, "Potter, I didn't doubt your growth in maturity. I merely meant that someone who has to tell others they're mature most likely isn't. You didn't have to point it out to me; I saw it on my own. You're coming into your own. For some bizarre reason you want me around, and for some equally bizarre reason I'm finding myself wanting to stay. Taking this to a level past that of a friend isn't a good idea, though."

He laughed and bit my neck, "I think we're well past that now, and a lot of the best things in life can't be understood. I don't quite know what I want out of life, Snape, but for now what I want includes you. Plus, you've already not agreed to give me a chance, don't tell me you're going back on that."

I rolled my eyes, "You're incredibly stubborn. In case you've forgotten, the Dark Lord wants me dead."

He laughed again, "In case you've forgotten, he wants me dead to. There, it is clearly written in the stars that you owe me a chance at this. We both don't have any time for anyone else."

I genuinely laughed at that and he froze at the sound; staring at me with wide eyes.

"What?" I hissed at him as I felt my face flush again.

"You should do that more often, I like the way your eyes crinkle at the corners." He smiled stupidly at me.

"Those are wrinkles, idiot boy." I snarled as my face flushed hotter.

"They are not, and we should head downstairs. I think there's something going on." He frowned slightly. "We're going to have to leave this place, and you're going to be in danger."

"Potter, I've been in danger since the moment I joined the Death Eaters. Stop worrying yourself. Get dressed and get downstairs." I shoved at him and stood.

He rolled out of the bed and threw on his clothes quickly. He kissed my cheek and flashed a grin before removing his charms from the room. He slid from the room quietly and I shook my head to clear it.

I glanced out the dusty window while buttoning my shirt. With my role as a spy compromised I was of no use to the Order. My shot at redemption was gone. Draco had sided with the Death Eaters after we fled; Albus' idea of using him as another spy useless. Everything I had tried seemed to be for nothing in the long run. I stared at the window and wallowed in those feelings for a moment. I shook my head again and backed away from the door. This is no time for self loathing, get your head together and get downstairs. Albus would have none of this whining, so stop indulging yourself.