Sorry it took so long to update, but here the new chapter is. I hope you enjoy it.

Have fun!

Harry ran a hand through his hair as he let himself fall into his chair. The last few days had been full of work, more then usual, and the only way he was able to talk to Severus was writing letters. The potion master always answered rather quickly, a lot quicker then he used to, and that made Harry's heart beat a little faster.

Now, after a week of working almost non-stop, he really wanted to see Severus. He wrote a letter, asking him to meet him at the club. He needed to relax, have a beer and just dance. Dance with Severus to be exact.

He quickly stood up, and wrote Severus a letter, hoping that he had time to see him. It was Friday night after all, and Severus should have been done with most of his work. While he waited for an answer, he started figuring out what to wear. Even if Snape didn't make it, he wanted to go out, just for a little.

When Hedwig came back, he opened the letter, hoping that Severus had time. What he read lowered his mood a little bit.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry but I have a lot of work to do, I can't make it. But if you have time tomorrow, I could try and make some time?

S.S.

Harry had to admit that he was pretty disappointed, but then just smiled a little. He knew Severus was dedicated to his work, and that's one of the things he really loved about him. Yes, loved. He loved Snape. He had found that out pretty quickly in the week he hadn't seen him.

After not seeing Severus for one day he felt a little unsettled. After the second day, he felt unhappy. After the third day, he was getting shifty. After the fourth, he thought he was losing it. After the fifth, he was in pain. After the fifth day he thought, he was going to go mad. After the seventh day, today, he felt like dying.

So he figured you only missed someone you loved like that. Someone that you need in your life, that make's the sun shine on a rainy day, or that makes you feel better when you screwed up at work without even having to say a word, but just hold you. And Severus was this man for him.

Not being able to see him today did make Harry feel sad, but knowing that he could see him tomorrow raised his spirits. So he got dressed and went to the club, just to have a good time. It wasn't the first time that he went to the club by himself, and it probably wouldn't be the last time.

He took his coat of, and sat at the bar, ordering a beer. Then suddenly, a younger man walked up to him, and sat next to him.

"Hey." he said, smiling at him. "I'm Joshua. My friends call me Josh."

Harry looked at him and then smiled a little.

"Hey, Joshua, I'm Harry. And my friends call me wonderful. Or just Harry." That made Josh laugh a little bit, and Harry had to admit that he was cute. The bartender gave him his beer, and Harry took a sip, making a sound of pleasure.

"Hard week?" Joshua asked, sipping on his water.

"You could say so." Harry answered, giving Josh another short glance. He was sure he had seen this guy before, but he couldn't really place him... maybe he was just tired... or maybe Josh just had one of those faces.

"What do you work as? By the look of you it has to be something with sports." Joshua said, but Harry didn't miss the very subtle compliment.

"I work for the police." Harry answered, which wasn't a real lie. He did work as kind of a police officer, just not for the muggle world.

"Oh really?" Josh said, his eyes widening. "That's really impressive. Have you caught any bad guys this week?"

Harry had to chuckle at how innocent Josh sounded. Calling a criminal a 'bad guy'... it was cute.

"Yeah, actually I have. By the way, how old are you?" Harry was curious, Josh looked rather young, and the way he talked was rather innocent as well.

"I'm 19." Josh answered, and smiled in a way that made Harry rethink if it was good to keep talking to him. Joshua was definitely interested in him, and so when Harry asked his age, Josh might have got the impression that Harry liked him too.

"I'm 24." he answered and took another sip of his beer.

"Really? You look younger." Joshua said, still smiling and moving a little closer to Harry. "So, Harry, will you dance with me? It'll be fun, I promise. And I love this song."

Harry gave Josh a cautious glance, and then decided that it would be safe to dance with him.

"Sure, why not." he said, walking to the dance floor. Josh was quick to follow him, and then danced with him. They danced for a while, before they went back to the bar. Harry talked to Josh for a while, and had to admit that the younger one was a lot of fun. The way he saw the world was so different then the way Severus or himself did. He was so happy, so... naive. And It was a nice change.

It was getting late, and Harry was starting to feel tired. He wanted to go home soon. He was about to tell Josh that he was probably going to leave soon when he looked into his eyes and realized that he was planning something.

Before he could even react, Josh had pressed his lips to Harry, and laid one arm around his neck, holding him back from moving, holding his beer bottle in his other hand. Harry blinked twice, and tried to pull back when Joshua suddenly jumped back, yelped and stared at his hand that was cut open and bleeding.

"What the hell?!" Harry almost shouted, staring at Josh. "What happened?"

Joshua whimpered in pain, holding his hand that was bleeding a little less now.

"I don't know, the bottle suddenly burst!" he whined. All of a sudden Harry felt a strong magical presence. He looked up, and what he saw froze his blood. Severus was standing at the door, his eyes filled with anger and pain.

"Shit." Harry mumbled, looking back to Joshua, and then back to Snape. "What the hell was he doing here?"

"Who?" Joshua asked, pressing a napkin on his palm that the bartender had given him, following . "The guy at the door? Is he your boyfriend?"

"Sort of." Harry mumbled, expecting Snape to come over every second to start yelling at him, lash out verbally, and make him feel like a complete idiot in front of everybody. But nothing of what he expected happened.

Severus started shaking, and then suddenly turned and stormed out of the club. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

"Are you okay?!" he asked Joshua, throwing money at the bartender (more then he had to pay) and grabbing his coat.

"What?" Joshua asked, a little put at back that Harry was dating someone like... the guy by the door. "Uh... yeah, sure."

"Okay, I've got to go. I'll see you later." Harry said, and quickly walked out of the club. His gaze swept the streets, trying to figure out where Snape had went, but then found him leaning against the wall of the club, smoking.

"Severus..." Harry started.

"No need to explain." the older man said, and for a few seconds Harry thought Severus had overreacted in the club, but now was thinking more clearly and realized that the boy had kissed him, not the other way around. "I knew there was no way this would end any other way than it just did."

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, astonished and confused by Severus word. "What do you mean?"

Severus gave a small snort. "Well Potter, think." Harry just stared at him.

"You think I was cheating on he?" he finally asked, his heartbeat increasing a little.

"No, I do not think that you cheated on me. We were never a proper couple Potter, so technically, you couldn't cheat. What I think is that you found someone more suitable for yourself, and that it is now the time for me to leave." Severus said, his voice as cold and rational as always.

"Severus, you have got to be kidding me!" Harry said, in absolute disbelieve. "He kissed me!"

"And you didn't stop him!" Severus sneered.

"Well you didn't give me hell of a lot of time to react did you?! You just went and blew up the bottle in his hand, and hurt him! He didn't know I was seeing someone!" Harry snapped. He couldn't believe this. After all what had happened between them, Severus still didn't believe that he liked, even loved him?!

"Oh, so you didn't tell him? Well that make's me feel a lot better Potter, really, thank you." Severus spat, taking deep breath from the cigarette.

"That's not fair! If I had known that he would make a move like that, I would have said something!" Harry answered.

"So your telling me you didn't know he was interested?" Severus asked, staring at Harry with his deep black eyes that normally melt Harry's legs shake.

"Well... no. I knew he was interested, but I didn't know he was that interested!" Harry answered, trying to defend himself. But Snape was pounding him into the ground, not accepting anything he said or even taking him seriously.

"Oh, so if he was a little interested, there's no need to mention me, but when he's interested a lot, there is?! You are unbelievable!" Severus barked, and kept smoking.

"Will you put that damn thing out, I can't stand the smell." Harry said, forcing himself to sound at least a little calm.

"No, I cannot." Severus answered, his voice defiant and almost childlike. "You will have to stand it if you're standing out here."

Harry bit his lower lip. He couldn't lose it. He couldn't. Lose. It. He knew Severus was probably hurting pretty bad, he was confused...

"Why don't you go back in to your little whelp, and just let me smoke in peace?" That did it. Harry couldn't stop himself. A sharp sound echoed through the street as Harry slapped Severus, the cigarette falling too the floor.

A second later he regretted what he had done. Severus head was still turned to the side, his mouth opened slightly. He didn't move.

"Severus I'm so-..." he started, but Severus just started walking in the direction of the train station. "Severus!" Harry wanted to follow him, wanted to run after him, but his legs wouldn't move.

He looked at Severus and then realized. Severus was holding him back with magic, so that he couldn't follow him.

"Severus!" he yelled, but Snape didn't answer. He kept walking, his head slightly bowed. "Severus..." his voice crackled. Severus looked broken. So broken. But when he turned into another direction Harry felt his heart quicken. Severus had been broken before Harry came, and he felt like he had healed him a little bit. And now, he had torn him back down. Severus was in a fragile state, and Harry couldn't let him wonder off like that. But he still couldn't move his feet.

Only after 20 minutes he finally was able to run after Severus, but he knew, it had almost no sense to look for him in the whole city. Maybe he was already home. Or maybe he went to another club. He could basically be everywhere.

Harry shook his head. Great. What was he going to do now? He knew, there was nothing he could do. Just wait, and hope. That Severus would turn up again.

Harry didn't hear from Severus the whole weekend. He wrote him at least 4 times every day, but Severus never answered. On Sunday evening Harry couldn't wait anymore. He had to see the Potions master. Now.

So, he made his way to the door, but as he opened it, he almost had a heart attack. Severus was standing in front of him, holding his letters of the past two days.

"May I come in?" he asked, his voice cold and controlled, expect for the slight tremor in his voice.

"Yeah... of course, of course you can." Harry said, surprised by the fact that Severus would just show up like this.

"I wanted to give you these back." he said, laying the letters on the table after he entered the living room. "And ask you not to write to me again."

Harry's mouth dropped open.

"Why?" he asked, almost breathlessly. He felt like the air was taken from his lounges. Why did Severus not want him to write to him anymore?! Sure he had screwed up, but nothing they couldn't talk about!

"I have thought very much about our present situation and I have come to believe that this will not work out." Severus answered, looking Harry in the eye. "It was very clear to me after what happened on Friday that we are not as compatible as I had thought before."

Harry couldn't stop staring. Snape was breaking up with him. He couldn't believe. His heart felt like it was about to burst.

"You can't be serious Severus." he said, taking a step forward while Snape took one back.

"Yes, I am." the black haired man answered. "I don't want to be with you in this way. You proved very clearly that this will not work out well. And while we are in such an early stage, breaking up will be a lot easier then when we are in a more advanced stage."

"Severus..." Harry managed to say, but then went silent. Severus had his head slightly bowed, his eyes staring to the floor. He was about to break down... so Harry just took another step forward and pulled him into his arms. Severus struggled... and then broke down sobbing and shaking in Harry's arms.

"I know I hurt you." the younger one said. "I know that all of this is a horrible misunderstanding. I know that you feel terrible, so do I. So please, just think about it. I would never lie to you. I love you."

Severus breath caught, and he then slowly tilted his head up to look at Harry.

"You love me?" he asked, shaking.

"I do." Harry answered.

"I..." Severus hesitated. "I have to got."

Harry blinked twice. "Wait... what?!"

But before he could do anything, Severus was already gone.