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Harry woke with a start. He was still in the dungeons. His head was almost in the last cauldron he cleaned. He groaned as he sat up, his back and neck ached from the cold hard floor. How long had he been out for? He heard footsteps coming from Snape's office. Harry automatically fell back down on the ground and feigned sleep.

The foot steps came closer and stopped near his head. "Leave it to Potter to fall asleep on the job," Snape grumbled under his breath. Harry felt Snape's eyes on him, but he didn't dare move a muscle. He kept his breathing calm as best as he could. Having Snape next to him caused his heart to race and his palms to sweat. His back and neck screamed with pain as he continued to lie still.

Why is Snape just staring at me? One would think that Snape would take great pleasure in waking Harry up if for nothing else catching his most loathed student slacking on the job.

"Oh, Potter you have no idea what memories and emotions you stirred up with your confession this morning." Snape kneeled next to Harry. Tenderly he brushed away a strand of hair that stuck to Harry's forehead. He almost sighed with the gentle touch, but kept it to himself. "You have her eyes. I could never say no to those eyes no matter what. They always disarm me even when I'm at might toughest. It was so hard to say no to those eyes. Lily's eyes." Harry's heart began breaking the more information Snape softly murmured to him. With each word another piece of his heart broke. Snape was in love his mother. What other possible explanation could there be? And if something did happen between them it would only be because Harry resembled his mother and nothing more. "Potter…," Snape stopped abruptly. Sinewy arms embraced him, bringing him close to Snape's chest, he heard his fast heart beat as Snape lifted him from the ground and started walking.

Harry was encompassed with Snape's wonderful body heat and allowed himself to drift into a dreamless sleep listening to Snape's heart. It was the most amazing sound and he wanted to be able to listen to it more.

For the second time in one night Harry awoke with a start. Sweat beaded on his forehead, part of the room was blurry thanks to his glasses being askew. He looked around alarmed at the unfamiliar surroundings. He looked down, finding he was lying on a worn green couch that was more comfortable than it appeared. He adjusted his glasses bringing the room into focus. A familiar beaten up desk appeared before his eyes and the bent over shape of Snape with his nose buried deep in a book. He glanced up when he heard Harry awaken.

"Mr. Potter I trust that you can find your way back to your own bed." Snape went back to reading much to Harry's dismay.

"Professor, I think we need to talk."

Snape sighed. "About?"

"This morning," Harry said swinging his legs around to put his feet firmly on the ground.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes there is."

"No there isn't. Now kindly leave before you really test my patience." Harry knew that tone. It meant that he would most likely be losing points for his house if he continued to push Snape. He wanted answers though and he needed them.

"No." Harry stood up, walked toward Snape and slammed his hands on the desk. Snape wasn't even a little startled. He looked up at Harry with his eyebrow twitching in anger.

"Mr. Potter you are lucky I'm being lenient with you. If it was not so late you would be losing precious points that your house needs."

"Take them away then." A lump formed in the pit of Harry's stomach. It grew the more he defied the one he loved, but he it was necessary to get somewhere. There was no way he was going to sit around here for the next couple of days cleaning cauldrons with nothing to show for it. Harry swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. Here it goes. "Are you in love with my mother?" Harry asked the question, it felt like it was stuck to his tongue. His cool demeanor was cracking with the quickening of his heart and the sweat covering his hands. He wanted to run out the door the moment the words were out in the world. He planted his feet to the ground ready to take what ever Snape threw at him.

Snape's head snapped up. Harry was afraid he hurt his neck with how fast he looked at Harry.

"What did you say?" Snape's voice lowered dangerously. His eyes narrowed and he slowly stood from his seat. Harry was pretty tall, but Snape still had a few inches on him. He put his hands on the desk and leaned closer to Harry.

Harry's mind screamed retreat at him, but he repeated the question much to his own apprehension. "Are you in love with my mother? Isn't that what you meant when you said I'm my mother's son? I remind you of her. That's why you don't want anything to happen."

"Ah, I see. So now you know everything don't you?" Snape walked around his desk and stood in front of Harry. He was trapped with no where to go. "You have no idea what I think Mr. Potter. But if it will get you to forget this crush you have on me. Then yes I love Lily, your mother. There could never be another that would ever take her place. She is the one person I love with my entire being and there is no room for anyone else."

Harry insides twisted with grief as he leaned heavily against the desk. It was hard to breath. Air wasn't making it to his lungs. His eyes stung with unshed tears. He got what he wanted. Answers. Answers that shattered his heart and soul.

He hung his head as the first tear slid down his face. He stared at Snape's robes. He cried silently and Snape didn't budge. Harry couldn't fathom why the older man was allowing him to cry in his office much less in front of him. He never stopped Harry.

Harry wiped his eyes free of tears when he settled down. He looked up and searched Snape's face for any lie or falsehood he might've told. There was no trace of anything of the sort. He really did love his mother with his entire being. Harry was just a reminder of the love he didn't have.

"Night, Professor," Harry said softly as he started to leave.

"Potter," Snape's voice called to Harry.

"Yes, Professor?" Harry turned to be caught in a burning embrace with Snape's velvet lips pressed firmly against his. Harry's mind shut off. No thoughts ran through his mind as Snape's lips moved against his. Harry's heart beat hard against his chest as the rest of his body tingled and hummed with his Professor pressed tightly against him. Harry's eyes flew open when he realized what was happening.

He pushed Snape away, his cheeks were flush and his mouth began to swell from the fierceness of the kiss. "Professor?"

Snape ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Potter I…,"

A picture of his mother ran through head. He probably just used me as a replacement for her, Harry thought bitterly. "No need to explain Professor. As much as I love you and believe me I do. I can't be a replacement for my mother." Harry ran out of Snape's office before he could stop him. He didn't stop running until he was safely in the common with only a low fire for company. He collapsed on the couch and cried his heart out as it broke for the second time that night.