Hey it's me again! Yep, I'm back with the eeeviiiillll Snarry! But hey, don't be fooled. I like Snarry myself. Think it's kinda cute. In a twisted kinda way. And it's funny trying to see how people can get them together. But anyway… not much else to say here…

Ok I've totally changed what this was. It was going to be an indepth love Snarry with lotsa chapters. However I've decided that my first chapter wouldn't make that easy, so I was gonna change it and make it short. Then I wrote chapter three, and I figured it might just be possible, but it won't be huge. So this will have a bunch of chapters, but not loads, like I was thinking before, and won't be quite as in depth. Just sorta funny and smutty, with some introspection thrown in. Love yas all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I own the story, nothing else.

Warnings: Slash. Lotsa slash. Lotsa graphic slash.

Let the fun begin!

Severus Snape and Harry Potter both turned towards the door, where the retreating figure of Dolores Umbridge had been standing moments ago. Harry swallowed, and sat down heavily on the bed. "That… that was Professor Umbridge, wasn't it?" He asked in a shaky little voice.

Snape's hands came up, to massage his temples. "Yes, Potter. It was. You need to get dressed, and we will go and see the Headmaster immediately. Perhaps our timely arrival will enable us the opportunity for damage control."

In Harry's distracted state, he didn't have a reply to that, and merely began searching for his clothes, while Snape retrieved his own.

"Professor? My shirt's ripped. Could you help?" Snape cast the spell softly, and they dressed in silence, which continued into their walk to Dumbledore's office.

"Mint potatoes."

Harry cringed as Snape uttered the password to Dumbledore's office. Once again, the kinds of sweets the wizarding world came up with astonished him. He'd never heard of mint potatoes before. He pushed it from his mind as he followed Snape up the stairs.

"An outrage, Headmaster! I demand you do something about this! Might I remind you that this kind of behavior is strictly forbidden? I understand that this is something you and Minister Fudge are indeed agreed on?"

Harry winced as Dolores Umbridge's unforgettable voice hit his eardrums. Snape on the other hand, looked the part of unfeeling potions master as he knocked on the door. Harry wished he had that kind of control.

When Dumbledore called permission to enter, Harry took a deep breath, and followed Snape inside to face his punishment. He only hoped he wouldn't be expelled.

Umbridge fairly cackled with glee as she saw who was interrupting, and turned back to the Headmaster without a word to them. "And here are the miscreants now, Headmaster, doubtless here to try and weasel out of the consequences their actions have brought to them! I demand that you take immediate action!"

Harry could see that Dumbledore was at a loss for words, and guessed that Umbridge hadn't gotten around to revealing who the 'miscreants' were.

Snape stepped forward. "Headmaster, if you will only give me a moment to explain-" Umbridge cut him off. "Explain what, exactly, Professor Snape? Explain that you were having sexual relations with a student, Harry Potter no less? I will be honest, I expected better from you, Professor!"

Snape opened his mouth in another attempt, but once again the foul woman wouldn't give him opportunity. "Or perhaps this is not what it seems? Perhaps Potter is showing his true colors, and was seducing the good Professor?" She turned to Dumbledore. "I have to say, I would not put it past the boy."

As Snape took a breath, to speak, he was interrupted for the last time, by the Headmaster himself. "I believe that will be enough, Professor Umbridge. Now, as I was saying, before the young men in question turned up, perhaps you have indeed grasped the wrong end of the stick, so to speak. Having seen who you are accusing, I am assured you have made a very grave, but simple error."

Umbridge drew herself up, her face red, a sneer curling her lip. "I am afraid I don't understand, Headmaster," she said in an imitation of her sweet voice, far lacking conviction. "Please, do explain the mistake you think I have made."

Harry gasped then, as Dumbledore whipped out his wand, and froze the woman in place.

"She will know nothing when she awakens." He said. "She will think no time has passed. But we must be quick. What exactly has happened here?"

Harry went red. He hadn't thought that Dumbledore would want them to explain it, and had no idea where to begin. He breathed a sigh of relief, when Snape took a step forward, and swiftly outlined the situation.

Finally Dumbledore sat back in his chair, face grave. "I see. So Professor Umbridge has not, in fact got the wrong idea?" Harry shook his head, aware that the old man was deeply disappointed in the both of them.

"Well. In that case, there is only one thing to do. You trust me to fully explain the situation to the good Professor?"

Harry glanced at Snape, who unfortunately looked just as clueless as he felt, but nodded silently, relieved to see the man do the same. Dumbledore smiled a very small smile, and waved his wand. Professor Umbridge came instantly back into motion, and Dumbledore smiled more widely at her. "Of course my dear lady, I would be happy to. You see, you are quite right in thinking that I am opposed to… a romantic liaison, between a teacher and a student, however there is one exception to the rule. I believe you know what I am referring to?"

Umbridge gaped at him for a moment, then turned to stare at Snape, then Harry in turn. "You are not seriously trying to tell me, Headmaster, that they are…" she trailed off, obviously flabbergasted, and Dumbledore shook his head.
"No, of course not. You would have been informed if this was so, but it is coming up. I am afraid that, what you saw was most likely a mere case of impatience. Harry and Severus have been waiting quite a while for this, partly my own fault in failing to obtain the necessary documentation. I do believe they would have waited in any other circumstances. However, from what you have told me, you appear to have dampened their desire, and there has been no harm done. I assure you, I will make pains to acquire the documents I need at a speedier rate. We would not want any more of these little encounters happening before time, would we?"

Dolores Umbridge looked as though she had swallowed something very large, and when Harry snuck a glance at Snape, he didn't look much better. Obviously Snape knew what Dumbledore was rambling about, even if Harry didn't, and wasn't much impressed with the idea. Harry stayed silent, thinking that anything which would not get him expelled was bound to be a good thing, and he should count his blessings.

He realized then that Dumbledore was dismissing Umbridge, and he felt a shudder of relief as the woman left the room.

His relief was short lived as Snape immediately slammed his hand down on Dumbledore's desk and shouted, "Marriage!?"

Yeah, yeah, I know, you all figured it out half way through Dumbledore's speech, didn't you? I know. But Harry isn't as smart as all of us. And I wanted to keep the word till the very end. Also, I was gonna have Umbridge still be there when it finally clicked for Harry but somehow she left… I love it when a fic writes itself, and all I have to do is keep up with it and type it onto the page. Harry's reaction in the next chap. Reviews are nice please?!?!?!