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As the door closed, Snape relaxed a little. He still couldn't believe what just happened.

One, Potter is gay.

Two, he had never imagined he'd be atrracted to the boy like that. Sure he had a nice build due to his Quidditch games. But he had amazingly soft lips.

"Merlin's Pants." Snape mumbled.

Then he had a thought. Yes, that could be it, he didn't love Potter, he was just attracted to him. But the erection he had was annoying and he couldn't grade papers with it. He began to rub and imagine the boy bent over his desk...

Professor Snape opened his eyes. Today was Saturday, January 9th. He sighed and got up only to notice a few gifts at the foot of his bed. He opened the largest one carefully. It was a case of special potion bottles that held powerful potions from Minerva. Something he could actually use. He snorted as he opened his gift from Albus, which was a dish of lemon drops and some sort of muggle game called "Twister."

Looking at the cover he knew he'd never use it. Other members of the staff sent cards, unsure of what to get the snarky Potions Master. One gift really caught his eye. It was wrapped in green with a very intricate silver bow, and a tag that had a small note on it:

Professor Snape,

The best of wishes to you on you birthday, a day to celebrate the intellegent and wonderful person that you are. I hope you like the gift.

There was no signature, an anonymous gift.

"Hmm..." Snape pondered.

He opened it to find a green, cicular net with feathers attached to the bottom. There was a label that indicated it was a "DreamCatcher" and it caught the bad dreams. He was to hang it on his headboard. Snape did as intructed and thought it looked silly. He was sure this was from Potter.

An idea struck him as he headed for the Great Hall.

Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table and he could feel Professor Snape's eyes on him. But when he looked up, Snape pretended to ask Professor McGonagall a question.

He tried to focus on his food, but as he looked back towards the table, a pie filled with cream flew towards him and smacked him dead in the face.

A roar of laughter cane Cronyn Slytherin table, followed by snickers and giggles from other tables. Harry wiped the pie from his eyes and looked towards Snape. His intense glare seemed to light the room on fire. Harry thought Snape was angry with him, however Snape was very aroused at he sight of the boy in his current state. Harry stood up and walked out of the great hall to find a loo.

As Harry was wiping the mess off he wondered if Professor Snape liked him at all. He had kissed him back with such passion...maybe he could find out. All he had to do was kiss him again.

As Harry was walking out he ran into the Headmaster.

"Harry! Just the person I was looking for!" professor Dumbledore exclaimed.

*Crap.* Harry thought. If Dumbledore was excited it usually meant he was planning something. Harry looked up to see the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, how can I help you?" Harry asked, nodding once.

"Well..." Dumbledore looked around before speaking quietly, "...meet me outside the Room of Requirement in ten minutes. I need you to help decorate."

Harry looked confused but he could tell Dumbledore was as happy as a Malfoy in a mound of galleons.

"For what, sir?"

Dumbledore seemed to hesitate before answering.

"A surprise birthday party." he said.

Harry smiled, not knowing who it was for, and accepted. Ten minutes later Harry was waiting for Dumbledore. At last he saw him.

"I'm sorry Harry, I had to send someone with a note it draw out guest here." the Headmaster said as he opened the door. Harry wondered who the party was for, but he didn't have to wait long for an answer. All the decor was green, silver and black. It could be only one person...

Snape was enjoying his day alone when there was a knock at the door.

"This better be important." he grumbled as he pushed himself up off the couch. He opened the door to see a young first year. He raised an eyebrow at the lack of speech.

"A note from Professor Dumbledore, sir." the boy said as he handed Snape the note. He then ran off, and Snape smirked. He opened the note and read it through quickly. A staff meeting in the Room of Requirement, and bring the game with him. He rolled his eyes, knowing the old man was up to something. He grabbed the game from his desk and headed out. On his way there, he remembered the last time he had been intimate with anyone.

{Flashback}

"Severus." a silky voice called out. Snape looked up from the glass of fire whiskey he was drinking.

"Lucius." he nodded towards the seat opposite him.

Lucius Malfoy sat down, and brought his cane in front of him. The two men stared at each other for a while before the silence was broken.

"So how is work?" Lucius asked.

"You know it's the same as ever, I've got a class of complete dunderheads. The rest aren't great but at least they try." Snape complained. Lucius chuckled and Snape glared. The silence was back, until Lucius brushed his cane against Snape's inner thigh.

"Lucius-" Snape began as he stiffened.

Lucius stood, straightened his cloak, and looked at Snape.

"Room one." And with that, Lucius left.

Severus Snape found himself walking to room one. He knocked on the door. When it opened, Lucius stood there literally radiating lust. Instead of his cane he had a whip in his hand. Snape walked in only to be pushed against the door roughly, Lucius pressing himself against Snape. He cast a silencing charm and ground his hips against Snape's.

"I knew you'd show up." he purred.

Thin lips melted together, tongues battled, and hands explored forgotten places.

{End Flashback}

He had reached the Room of Requirement, and as the door opened he saw green and silver decor everywhere. But as "surprises" were shouted, all Snape could see were those green eyes.