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Harry bounced in his seat next to Hermione. He wanted to talk to her about this afternoon. She was preoccupied with talking to Ron about what they were going to do in Hogsmeade this weekend. He rested his head on his hand and pushed around his food on his plate. He would have to wait. He couldn't talk to her about Snape with Ron there.

"How did it go with the greasy bastard in potions?" Ron asked with a mouth full of food.

Hermione huffed and glared at Ron. "Ron he's a professor!"

"So, doesn't change the fact that he's a greasy bastard." Hermione kicked Ron under the table; he jumped in his seat, dropped his fork and turned to her with wide eyes. "What was that for?" Ron asked. He rubbed his leg underneath the table. He kept looking at his leg then back at her.

Hermione smiled apologetically at Harry. Harry nodded in thanks. It made him angry when Ron talked about Snape like that, but he couldn't change the way his friend viewed the one he loved, anyways he could be a real bastard. That's one of the things he liked about the older man. He wouldn't be Snape without being a bastard.

Ron caught Harry nodding at Hermione. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry for a while. Harry pretended to be eating, he felt his friends gaze burning holes into his flesh. There was no way to avoid everything now. Harry could practically hear the wheels turning in his best friend.

"Okay, what's going on here? You two never used to get so mad about me saying something about Snape now all of a sudden both of you are on his side. Tell me now." Ron stared intently at Hermione and Harry, waiting for an answer.

Harry inhaled deeply and looked Ron in the eye. I guess, I couldn't keep him out of the loop forever. It's been killing to keep it a secret from him.

"Ron, I'm going to tell you, but you have to promise that you're going to stay calm no matter what you hear. Promise?" Harry's heart pounded in his ears, his palms became sweaty as he thought about telling his best friend his secret. Not only did Ron hate Snape the feeling was mutual for Snape. He shook slightly as he waited for Ron's answer.

Ron peered suspiciously at him, but agreed. "I promise. Now tell me."

Harry peered at Hermione who gave him an encouraging smile. He really didn't want to tell Ron in the Great Hall with everyone around especially with the one who held his affections only a few tables away. He resisted the urge to look up at the table that held all the professors instead he straightened his back and took the plunge.

"I'm in love with Snape." There was no use in beating around the bush. The direct approach was the best option although it might have been better to give Ron a little time to adjust to the idea. Ron's mouth fell open and he just gaped at Harry like he was seeing him for the first time.

"What?" Ron asked shaking his head in disbelief. So much for him staying calm Harry thought to himself. "You can't be serious."

"He's telling you the truth Ron." Hermione kept her voice low so as not to attract attention to them. She reached across the table and patted his hand in a comforting manner.

Ron turned to the head table and pointed at Snape, who at the very moment was scanning the Great Hall and he happened to be on there table the very moment Ron pointed at him. Harry caught his gaze. Snape didn't bother to look away. Instead he gazed at Harry with interest. Harry's stomach flip flopped at the dark eyes staring at him with no intent on looking away. Snape pushed his plate away and watched their group with out inhibition. Why is he staring at me? Heat flooded his body at being stared at by Snape.

"That's who you're in love with?" Ron's voice brought Harry back to his friend. He felt the stare of his most favored professor on him. It sent butterflies flying around in his stomach.

"Yes," Harry answered simply.

"Come on mate. Sna…," Hermione leaned over the table and covered his mouth before Ron could say Snape's name.

"Ron no more. You said you would stay calm. You don't know who might be listening." Hermione sat back down her seat.

"But Hermione this isn't…right."

"It doesn't matter what you think Ron. Its how Harry feels."

"But…"

"No more complaining."

"Harry its Snape!" Ron threw his hands in the air in disbelief.

"Ron, I know. I've loved Snape since fifth year." Harry glanced back at the head table, Snape was still watching them. He gazed at Harry with a certain emotion he couldn't place. Snape raised an eyebrow when they made eye contact again. Harry quickly looked away. A crimson blush covered his cheeks and appeared at the tops of his ears.

"I know, but that's how I feel. You can't help who you love." Harry looked between Hermione and Ron, they blushed at his implication.

Ron nodded in understanding. "But of all the people it has to be him?"

Harry gave Ron a firm nod and thanked Merlin that Ron was handling the news better than he expected, he was probably still in shock though. Harry smiled at Ron who tried to smile; it came across more as a wince. Harry and Hermione laughed at Ron who pouted at his food. Harry felt a huge weight lift from him. He didn't have to keep it a secret from Ron any more. He was finally able to talk to both of his best friends about it. He would need their help with trying to get Snape.

They finished their dinner in brighter spirits at least Hermione and Harry did, Ron was still trying to digest the news that Harry was in love with Snape.

Harry fell behind when he realized he forgot his bag underneath the table. He took it down to dinner because he had been in the library the whole afternoon trying to finish his report for Potions.

He stopped when a dark figure blocked his way to get to the stairs. Harry looked up and found Snape blocking his way. Harry swallowed hard, suddenly he felt very weak. Snape's body heat was calling him to get closer. He didn't dare take one step forward.

"Good evening Professor," Harry managed to say.

"Potter I expect you to come down to my office for your detention." Snape's arms were behind his back as he regarded Harry with look of distaste. His eyes narrowed at Harry and his nostrils flared the longer he looked at him. Harry flinched away at the look, but stayed his ground. His heart beat harder with each passing second with being in such close proximity with the older man.

"Detention Sir?"

"Yes. You didn't think you could get away with the fiasco this morning did you. Come on Mr. Potter." Harry obeyed. He easily gravitated toward Snape's body heat all the while he wondered what the hell was going on.