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As the door closed Harry was pushed roughly against it. Snape's mouth slanted over his, his tongue spearing Harry's mouth with need and hunger. Harry groaned against the attack on his mouth. His hands sought out any part of Snape they could get a hold of. There was so much of Snape to feel he settled for wrapping his arms around the older mans neck, relishing the feel of Snape's body pressed against his. It was pure heaven. His world shattered when the door leading to the potions classroom closed with a soft click. He pulled away from Snape and looked over his shoulder. Snape went to the door, opened it, peering through the slit he made.

"Professor?" Harry asked his need and want deflated with the thought that someone might have seen them.

"You better get to class Mr. Potter." Snape went to his desk and picked up his quill and began marking essays. Harry approached, not deterred by Snape's cold demeanor. He was used to. Most of the time.

"Professor, may I go to your personal quarters tonight?" Harry asked, throat raw and dry. The question somehow made it past his lips without much difficulty. He licked his swollen kissed lips. Snape caught the action, his eyes met Harry's.

"Do you know what you're asking?" His voice was dangerously low, a guttural growl.

"Yes, I do. I want to go to your rooms. I can't come down here for detention every night. Not when I want to do so much more with you." Harry brushed his body against Snape's arm, loving the shiver that went through the other man.

"We can't move beyond kissing. Not while you are in school we shouldn't even being doing that." Snape cleared his throat when Harry covered his hand with his own. "You may come by though. My rooms are at the end of the next hall. The portrait of a snake charmer leads to them."

Harry's heart jumped in his throat. Snape was telling him where his rooms were. Warmth bloomed in his chest. His love for Snape grew deeper with the directions to his quarters. This has to mean something to him or why would he tell me where his rooms are? Harry desperately wanted to ask what he meant to Snape, but kept his lips sealed. He gave Snape his biggest smile and hugged him. Snape was stock still when Harry let go of him, from shock would be Harry's guess.

"Do I need the password?" Harry asked as he practically bounced out of the room.

"No, the portrait will let you in when it see's you. It will know who you are."

"Thank you Professor Snape," Harry replied softly as he left the room and waited outside the door for the class to begin.

Soft footsteps padded along the corridor. Harry hoped it was Hermione and Ron, to his displeasure he caught sight of the platinum blond head of Draco Malfoy who was making his way toward Harry with a smirk playing on his thin lips. His sleeked back hair gleamed in the dim light of the dungeons.

Harry felt his stomach fall to his feet; he didn't have a good feeling about this. "Potter," Malfoy said his voice hit Harry like a blow to the gut. There was something slimy in the way he walking toward Harry, in his voice, and his whole attitude toward Harry.

"What, Malfoy?" Harry spat. His blood boiled at the sight of the blond boy. Nothing good ever came from being around him.

"I know."

"Know what?" Harry's eyes narrowed. He kept his face devoid of emotion; he was crumbling on the inside. He couldn't possibly know about him and Snape? Could he?

"You seem awfully comfortable with Professor Snape lately especially just a few minutes ago when he had you pushed up against the door." Harry felt bile raise in the back his throat. He knew nothing good ever came from Malfoy, but he didn't expect him to throw that in his face.

"What do you want?" Harry didn't try to deny it. It was obvious that Malfoy was the one who was at the door that had broken the kiss between Snape and him.

"Oh, nothing," Malfoy studied his nails as he stood in front of Harry, lips pulled in a tight smile. "Just you breaking up with Snape. Nothing more nothing less."

"Excuse me?" Harry's world was disappearing before him. This could not possibly be happening. It has to be a dream. His heart hammered hard against his chest, sweat collected on his brow making his bangs stick to his forehead. This was becoming too much to handle.

Draco's cold voice crushed his thoughts with the heaviness of his hate. "Oh and you'll have to kiss me in front of everyone in the Great Hall if you don't want your precious Professor to be fired for being with a student." Harry leaned against the wall, legs about to give way.

"What's the point of this?"

"I loathe you Potter and want to make you suffer. Isn't that obvious? Break up with Snape tonight or I blow the whistle on your little affair in the morning. You better make the kiss look believable too."

"No."

"What do you mean no?" Malfoy's smirk dropped from his face.

"I won't do it."

"Fine, I think Dumbledore will like to hear about this now, don't you Potter?" Malfoy spat his name out with disgust. Malfoy began walking slowly away from Harry. Harry's mind was racing. Snape couldn't lose his job because of Harry, he wouldn't let that happen.

Before he could stop himself he caught Malfoy's arm in a death grip. "I'll do it." Harry was about to throw up. This wasn't supposed to be like this. He just wanted to be with the one he loved not destroy his whole life.

"You will do everything even the kiss tomorrow?"

Harry swallowed thickly to keep down his breakfast. "Yes, but why? If you hate me so much why do I have to kiss you?"

"To show that the Great Harry Potter submits to a Malfoy. It will show that I have power over you." Malfoy pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp and walked away.

Harry walked around in a daze for the whole day. Nothing anyone did or said affected him. No one broke the barrier he built around himself. Hermione and Ron watched him with concern; he didn't speak to them about his problem. He would do what he had to do. Even if it broke him beyond repair. That was his last thought as he found himself in front of Snape's office. The door opened a little. He peeked to find Snape bent over a book reading, eyes roving over the pages, taking in every single word.

Harry rapt his knuckles softly against the wood, Snape's head snapped up to find Harry. His head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised. "Potter I thought you were meeting me in my quarters later." It was just before dinner and Harry didn't think he could do this with a full stomach without losing his food.

"I need to talk to you."

Snape motioned for him to sit in the seat in front of him. "What is it?"

Harry squeezed his eyes tightly, breathing through his nose. This was the hardest thing he has ever done. He clenched his hands on his thighs and thought of Malfoy's threat. It was best for both of them. He just hoped Snape would forgive him some day.

"I can't do this anymore."

"Potter what on earth are you talking about? If I remember correctly you are the one who confessed to me."

"Your first instinct was right. I was using you. It was no more than a prank. I wanted to see how far I could take this and I think I did well." Snape glared at Harry, but didn't say anything. Harry continued without missing a beat. "I didn't know it would take so little to make you come undone. All I needed to do was bat my big green eyes at you and you were mine." Harry's heart shattered with each word, his words were like daggers to his heart and Snape's. Snape's face turned red, he was beyond livid.

"Quiet Potter," Snape said. He slammed the book closed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Did I touch a nerve Professor? Hard to believe you were duped by one of your most hated students?"

"Stop."

Harry didn't stop he kept going. Pressing Snape's buttons. He needed to leave this relationship or whatever it was broken beyond repair just like he was going to be when it was all over. "Oh, but Professor it was so much fun to have you pressed against me, kissing me, ready to do anything with me. But I'm afraid I have to end it before I make myself sick. The thought of your touch makes my skin crawl." Harry stood he couldn't take it anymore. One more thing to make sure their bond was destroyed. "I don't understand what my mother ever saw in you." Snape's one weakness thrown in his face made the older man erupt.

"Do not ever approach me again Potter. If you ever breathe another word to me student or not I will curse in to the end of time. Now leave before I do just that. One word, remember." Snape was standing, hands planted firmly on his desk.

Harry left at a run, heart aching. His chest was heaving as he made it back to the dorm, Hermione caught him, and he fell into her embrace and cried and cried not aware of anything else in the world except for the crushing pain in his chest.