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Harry's chest hurt like a tight band was constricting it. His heart ached, his eyes burned and his head pounded. It was so hard to breathe. Air didn't come easily to his lungs. He was vaguely aware that two sets of hands were rubbing his back. Ron had come in at sometime during his tears. It was hard to see with the heavy flow of tears. There was no end in sight.

"Harry talk to us?" Hermione said, trying to calm him. "You have to breathe." She continued to rub his back in soothing circles, never relenting even when she and Ron moved them to a corner of the Common Room so no one could hear or see them. "Yes that's it. In and out, in and out." Harry breathed in big gulps, his sobs coming under control. Harry sniffed, nose running.

"You're not going to like it," Harry said. He put his head in his hands. It hurt so much. His eyes stung with fresh tears. He wanted to run back to Snape and tell him it was all a big misunderstanding.

"Try us." Ron sat next to Hermione, putting his arm around her shoulders bringing her in close. They sat on a couch; Harry was on the other side of Hermione. She grasped his hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

Harry told them everything from Malfoy's threat and demands and how he ended things with Snape. If he thought Snape was mad tonight Hermione was just as angry. Her lips were pursed as he finished telling them the damage he'd done. Hermione's hands were clasped tightly, knuckles going white. She had let go of his hands when he mention hurting Snape. Ron's skin went white when he was done. Ron looked down to Hermione, face going paler at her red cheeks. He rubbed her arm, but she didn't seem to notice. Abruptly Hermione stood and began pacing.

"You're being an idiot!" Hermione yelled, hands thrown up in exasperation. "Do you know that?" Her face got redder with each passing second and step. She whirled on him, pointing a finger at him. "Why didn't you tell Snape or at least me and Ron instead of ruining something you've wanted forever. I bet you thought you'd be better off doing it alone. Well guess what your not! Have you learned nothing from the past few years? You don't have to do everything alone." Hermione finished her rant with tears of her own. Ron scrambled to her side, wrapping big arms around her, pulling her to his chest where she cried. The longer she cried the more he felt like an idiot. He couldn't change anything that happened tonight, but he sure hoped he could make amends for it. He wouldn't do what Draco wanted. Draco was in for one big surprise in the morning and it wasn't Harry kissing him. And then Harry would do anything in his power to make it up to Snape even if it meant leaving him alone. He hoped it didn't come to that.

With his mind made up he got up and hugged Hermione from behind. They ended up in a weird hug with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, arms every where.

Hermione wiped her tears away. "Now tell us right now what you're planning to do or I'll hex you." Harry didn't doubt she meant that. He turned wide eyes on Ron who only shrugged and smiled. That was Hermione for you.

"I'm not going to do what Draco wants. I'll go to Snape after I take care of Draco."

"What do you mean 'take care of Draco?'" Ron asked, cracking his knuckles.

"Going to make sure that he doesn't do or say anything."

"With us there." Hermione patted Harry's shoulder. "Now time for bed. I'm exhausted."

Harry didn't dare argue with Hermione about Ron and her being there. He was smiled a bit. At least he still had his best friends. He didn't know what he'd do if there weren't there. Ron and Harry found there way to bed. Harry hit his bed like a sack of potatoes. Sleep took him quickly, luckily with no dreams to speak of.

He woke early dressed and went down to the Common Room. Hermione was already there. "Thought you'd get to the Great Hall without me?"

Harry smiled. "No I was going to meet you here."

Hermione eyed him, accepting his answer. "I'll go get Ron. Stay right here." Harry raised his hands in surrender.

Harry wasn't going to question Hermione. She ran up the stairs that led to the boys rooms. She came down five minutes later with a sleepy looking Ron. They went down to the Great Hall and waited for Malfoy who arrived ten minutes later looking smug when he saw Harry. Harry's hands itched to punch that smirk off Malfoy's face and that's exactly what he did. Harry lunged at Malfoy, catching the blond by surprise. Harry tackled him to the floor and ending up sitting on Malfoy. Malfoy was too startled to do anything. Hermione was telling him to stop and Ron was cheering him on. Harry listened to Ron; he pulled back his arm and punched Malfoy in the nose, knocking the smirk off his face. Harry went in for another hit, but something pulled on the back of his collar, hauling him to his feet. His body instantly reacted to the familiar body heat that radiated through the thick robed body.

"Five points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter," Snape said silkily in his ear. Harry shivered, Snape's voice thrummed through his body.

"Five points from Slytherin," McGonagall said as she swept in front of the entrance. Snape didn't let go of his collar, in fact he pulled Harry closer much to Harry's surprise. Snape said to never approach him again. Then why the hell was he not only holding Harry, but pulling him closer. "I'll take care of Mr. Potter's punishment Professor Snape." Hermione and Ron stood with their back plastered to the door, eyes wide, mouth's wide open.

"I've got him. You may take care of Mr. Malfoy's punishment." Snape replied coolly. He dragged Harry down with him to the dungeons with a baffled McGonagall and a dazed Malfoy. It probably wasn't the best plan Harry ever had, but he wanted to hit Malfoy so badly that it just came out. He got one punch in and it felt good, but not as good as walking next to Snape.

They arrived at Snape's office. Snape deposited him in the chair in front of his desk. Snape sat in his chair, folded his arms on the desk, and gazed at Harry with…wonder. Now Harry didn't expect that. Hate, disgust, loathing, but not wonder. Did I miss something? What was going on?

"You're going to have to scrub toilets tonight with Mr. Malfoy I hope you know." Snape regarded him a raised eyebrow. Harry's mouth fell open. He was officially confused. "Don't look so confused Potter. I know all about Mr. Malfoy's threat's against you and…" Snape coughed in his hand. "And us."

"But last night I…you…" Harry's head hurt. He massaged his temples. He obviously missed something.

"Don't worry. Dumbledore already knows about us. You do not think I'd risk your well being just so I can be with a student? Dumbledore's known since the beginning. That's part of the reason we can not do anything until you are no longer my student. Which isn't to say I do not want to." Snape gave Harry a heated gaze that sent fire to his cheeks and his groin.

"But you let me say all those horrible things to you."

"I know. You had to believe I didn't know anything. Although why you didn't come to me in the first place I'll never understand. You could've saved yourself a night without cleaning the toilets and you'd be able to come to my quarters early, but as it stands you have a punishment to serve. It will delay us getting together until later tonight."

"Professor, aren't you mad at me?" Harry covered his face with his hands. All the horrible things he said.

"Did you mean any of them?" Snape asked. He leaned back in his chair, hands in his lap.

Harry lifted his head, eyes brimming with tears. "Not a single word."

"Well, then there's nothing to be mad about."

"But you acted…"

Snape held his hand up, stopping Harry. "That's the key word Potter 'acted.' I was only acting. I know you did not mean anything you said last night. I'm angry that you thought handling it on you own was a good idea. If something of this nature should happen again. You will come straight to me. Agreed?"

Harry nodded his head, wiping the tears away with the back of his hand. "Agreed." Something was nagging him about everything though. How did Snape know about Malfoy? "Sir, how did you know about Malfoy?"

Black eyes studied him for a moment, revealing nothing of what Snape was thinking. "That is for me to know Potter. Now go eat. Remember to meet Filch at the boy's bathroom later this evening." Harry stood, frowning at the idea of spending the better part of the evening with Malfoy cleaning the boy's bathroom. Harry began walking out when Snape's voice stopped him. "And do not forget my quarter's right after." Harry simply nodded. His throat was dry from the excitement and relief he felt. He waved at Snape and journeyed back to the Great Hall where he met Hermione and Ron and one angry looking Malfoy. Harry smiled at him, daring him to try something else. He was too damn happy to worry about someone insignificant as Mafloy.