Incredibly sorry to anyone still reading this! I've been utterly consumed with school, and while I've had time to write, I've had little to no time to spend online and updating. Many apologies! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it is rather short...but the next one is not.

I woke up slightly disoriented and kept my eyes shut. Solid warm weight was sprawled across me and wiggling about. My brain finally caught up and I remembered Potter and I had fallen asleep-naked- in Albus' library. Every muscle froze and my eyes shot open, searching for the portrait of Albus to make sure he hadn't seen this.

"Morning," Potter mumbled against my chest.

I looked down sharply and my gaze met his. His eyelids were heavy from sleep and his hair was even more of a mess than usual. He smiled lazily at me and rested his chin on my chest.

"They're going to know," I whispered.

"They're going to know we snogged until we lost the energy? Mmm, I doubt it."

"Well then what are we going to tell them when they asked why we both disappeared?" I snapped.

His gaze hardened, "I'll tell them what I was doing; I'm not ashamed."

I glared in return, "You go ahead and do that, Potter. Make sure you don't come back to my bed if you do."

He pushed off me and stood up, throwing his shirt on as quickly as he could. He pulled his pants on, and then turned to me. A look I had never seen passed over his face, and he growled at me between gritted teeth.

"Look, Snape, I'm not ashamed of who I am. I'm not ashamed of who I love. I'm not afraid of admitting I have emotions. You, on the other hand, need to stop acting like a wounded animal. There is nothing wrong with being with me if that's what you want. There is nothing wrong with being happy!"

Albus' portrait cleared it's throat and Potter's head turned in amazement.

"Professor?" his voice cracked.

"Harry, I thought I heard you yelling at poor Severus. That's not how you should speak to a former Professor." His face was stern, but his voice was amused.

I glared at him as I pulled my pants back on, "Funny, sir, a true comedic genius in a framed portrait."

Albus' portrait laughed and waggled a finger at me, "Severus, such cheek! I do have to admit walking into this portrait to the sight of one naked Potion's Master and one naked Harry Potter was quite a shock. Ought to be careful, you could've given me a heart attack!" That damned twinkle was back, but his face remained quite serious.

Potter's blush crept from his neck to his cheeks, "I never pictured you as a peeper, Professor."

Albus roared with laughter again, and a smirk tugged at my lips. Potter turned to me suddenly, as if remembering I was still there.

"Don't think because I'm distracted that you're off the hook."

I raised my eyebrow, "You rather enjoyed my distracting you last night."

The blush increased and he stammered, "Th-that's not the p-point!"

Albus chuckled again and I turned my gaze back to the old coot. He smiled broadly at me.

"Severus, Harry, I think I've seen all I wish to for today. Next time you two decide to engage in certain activities in my library…kindly cover my portrait so I'll know not to disturb." He bowed low before walking out of sight.

I rounded on Potter instantly and shoved him roughly against the wall. He gasped and stared up at me with slight fear reflecting in his eyes. I flashed a predatory smile and bent to capture his earlobe with my teeth. He groaned and arched his warm body against me, but whispered a quiet, "fuck you," under his breath.

I tilted my head slightly to whisper in his ear, "Listen to me well, Potter, I'm not repeating myself. I am not good with emotions, this has been proven. I do know that you're bringing out a side of me that, quite frankly, scares the shit out of me. I don't understand it, and as you said before, maybe I don't need to. However, I am trying to process it, and that does take me time. If you are willing to not give up on me during this time, then once I've processed this I am more than willing to scream your bloody name from rooftops. If you are not, then you can leave now and I'll be the snarky, greasy bat once more."

Potter remained silent, head bent and eyes hidden from view. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face against my chest, kissing my skin. I let out a shaky breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. Since when had Potter become such an importance to me?

"Snape, can I ask you something?" he whispered as he kissed along my neck.

I made a small, non committal noise and he nipped sharply at the hollow of my throat.

"Can we please call each other by our first names?" his question came, followed by a nip along my collarbone.

I tugged roughly on his hair, bringing his gaze to mine, "Is that something that's important to you?"

He smirked, "Won't Severus be a much sexier thing to hear me moan than Snape?"

"Hearing you moan anything is quite sexy, Mister Harry Potter."

The blush crept back upon his features and he lowered his gaze before speaking, "Seriously though, can I call you by your first name?"

I cupped his chin and tilted his head upward once more, "Surely you can't think I would let you share my bed, but deny you the right to call me whatever you please?"

He smiled and for a moment his eyes watered, but as quickly as I saw it- it was gone. His hands reached up and cupped my face and I leaned to his touch.

"Severus," he said tentatively.

I nipped at his lips, "Harry?"

He smiled brightly at me, "This is a big step for you. You said I can call you whatever I please," his smile took a mischievous turn.

I raised an eyebrow, "There are limitations to that. I will not answer to ridiculous pet names."

He spun us around and pushed me against the wall, his lips brushing mine as he spoke, "Yes you will, and you will love them. Because, believe it or not, you are one hundred percent in love with me, and that I can say with arrogance."

"If you do so in public I might accidentally smother you with a pillow."

He smirked and pushed his hips against mine, letting out a breathy moan. "Oh, Severus," he hissed and ground against me.

"You are an insatiable brat," I growled and arched against him, already regretting putting my pants back on.

He grinned arrogantly at me, "I've been told that a couple times now, but you're just as insatiable as I am." Warm breath brushed along my neck as he whispered against my skin, "I want you to fuck me, Snape."