OH god, chapter three! What did you all think of the revelation? What will you think of this chapter? Lots of thinking. We'll get back to the good stuff soon, but as I said in the last chapter, I'm making it a good fic, so we have plot lines and actual content which does not involve smut. Grr me! But I'm working on that part too.

No warnings yet.

"Marriage." Snape repeated the word, and Harry's knees went weak. Surely not! Surely that wasn't what Professor Dumbledore was suggesting. It couldn't be! There was no way!

"Professor?" He said faintly, and Dumbledore smiled at him, then at Snape.

"That's right my boy. You will have to get married."

Harry shook his head. "No, Professor. No, we can't. How can we? I'm still in school. I'm not old enough." He snuck a quick glance at Snape. "We're… we're both males." Snape's lip curled. "No one will think a thing of it Potter. Not in the Wizarding world. It's not an issue here as it is in the Muggle world. He lifted his considerable nose, and continued, "also you can't get muggle diseases like aids."

Dumbledore invited them both to sit down. "And as for your other imminently reasonable arguments Harry, you are old enough. A wizard can get married when he turns fifteen. Which, I believe you did over the summer? And as for your still being at school, why, that means little, as long as you are of age. If anything, it makes it easier for you to see your new husband." Dumbledore looked around and noticed one of the empty portraits on his wall. "Oh dear. I had hoped she would be here to offer advice, but no matter. As it is boys, we will need to get this marriage over and done with as quickly as possible, now that Professor Umbridge has become aware of it. She would certainly be able to get you both in a lot of trouble if we don't settle things."

Married. Harry suppressed a shudder, even as he heard an odd sound. It took him three whole heartbeats to realize that it was Snape chuckling. He turned to stare at him, horrified.

"Professor?" This was it. Harry was dead. Snape had snapped, and was now going to kill Harry. 'Well,' he thought, 'at least I won't die a virgin.' That struck him as insanely funny for some reason, and he began to giggle too.

For his part, Albus Dumbledore didn't laugh. He honestly didn't see the funny side to the situation. Here he was, trying to get his boys out of a lot of trouble, and they were laughing like it was one big joke on his expense.

Harry looked up at Snape again, considering. The man could never be called handsome, but his hair, which Harry had stroked extensively during that incredible kiss, was nowhere near as greasy or unpleasant as it's appearance suggested.

'Well, ok,' he thought. 'So I can bear the way he looks, and I obviously don't mind the sex side of things, I was perfectly free to refuse to see him tonight, I must be attracted to him in some way…' he marveled at how easily he could think that. 'I… he'd be able to protect me from Voldemort this way, and he might even have to be nicer to me in class.'

He would have laughed again, if he'd known how closely Snape's thoughts matched his. 'The boy is an insolent brat. But a beautiful one. He really is very good looking. And I am definitely attracted to him, or I wouldn't have asked to meet him' Snape shook his head and thought that meeting Potter tonight might have been the stupidest thing he'd done in a long time. 'I could tell by the way he was reacting tonight that the sex would be fantastic, and it would also be easier to keep an eye on the boy, to protect him like I always end up doing. But he would expect me to treat him better in class.' But Harry had been doing better lately, and Snape knew it, so he realized if he refrained from yelling at the boy, he might get better marks.

Dumbledore watched the two of them think, suspecting, but not knowing for certain the answer he was going to get.

"Professor Dumbledore? If Professor Snape promises to be nicer in class, I'll do it."

Albus blinked. He hadn't expected that, to say the least. He turned to Severus, and waited. "You already know what I'm going to say Headmaster," the potions master growled, and Albus twinkled at him. "I do, but Harry doesn't my boy, why don't you tell me anyway?" He invited.

Harry turned to look at Snape, waiting patiently. He let a small smile cross his lips as he the man scowled at him. "I agree Potter. I will wed you, and I will endeavour to be… nicer to you in class. But that doesn't mean you can slack off boy. You will be expected to work just as hard as ever." Harry's smile widened.

"Of course Professor," he said innocently. He wondered if he could get away with holding his new fiance's hand, but decided against it. He didn't want to get slapped. He tried not to laugh at that. He was going to have so much fun teasing the older man.

He tuned back in as he realized the men were talking again. "Who exactly are we going to tell Albus?" Snape was asking. "Obviously we are going to need allies if we are to pull this off. And certain people must be told in order to keep the story straight, and to avoid suspicion. What do you recommend?"

Harry stepped forward, and sat down in a chair. He realized this was going to take a while.

"I believe Severus, that the other teachers will have to be told. There will be two stories of course, some I am afraid, cannot be trusted with the truth, although we must stick to it as much as we are able."

Harry groaned as he thought of something, and both men looked at him. "Professors, how are we going to explain away all the people at school who could come forward and say I… made love with them?" He blushed using the strange expression, but not wanting to sound too crude in front of Dumbledore, who was frowning gently. "Are there… are there really that many of them?" He asked sadly, and Harry nodded. "Yes. Loads. But if Professor Snape and I are supposed to be longtime lovers, some of those people won't be able to contain themselves. They'll tell all and think to try and break us up. No one will be happy with me being with the professor."

It was Snape's turn to stalk forward and sink into a chair, muttering things like, 'stupid Potter,' and 'bloody Gryffindor slut.' He closed his eyes for a moment, and said, "you also have to worry about your friends. What will they do when you tell them you are going to wed the greasy potions master?"

Harry sighed. "you're right Professor. In the best case all they'll do is beat me up or shun me completely, in the worst case, they'll try and take it out on you, or rescue me, and get in terrible trouble."

Well, there you have it, chapter three, and all of what I have so far. I will now be working off the top of my head, and if you expect delays you will only be able to be pleasantly surprised because delays are likely but I hope to have more of this up soon. And once again, I will try to make them longer.