Three

Severus Snape was the kind of person who looked like he never washed.

Sometimes, he didn't because he didn't care about his appearance like some people did *coughpottercough*.

But he didn't never bathe. He was in the bathtub at least once a week, usually every other day. He just was one of those people that were just greasy-looking. It wasn't necessarily his fault.

"Snivillus!"

Said Slytherin froze. "Potter," he grumbled, slowly turned on his heel, all awkward and bat-like. "What are you here for?"

"Fetching you, love." James Potter skipped over to him, all spiky black hair and bright smile. He grabbed Snape's arm and pulled the resisting sixth year with him, making it seem effortless.

Poor Snape was dragged all the way to the lake, where Sirius and Remus were lounging, the dying sun illuminating them. Peter was nowhere to be found.

"What's going on?" he snapped, suspiciously narrowing his eyes.

"Don't glare, Snape. It's not a good look for you."

Snape glared at James again. "I asked, what's going on?"

"We're playing Truth or Dare and wanted a fourth. We always have a fourth."

Snape groaned and slumped to the ground.

"Okay, Remus, you first. Truth or dare?"

Remus leaned back. "Truth."

Sirius groaned. "You're so boring, Moony."

Remus stuck his tongue out at Sirius. Sirius looked as if he ,might do something with that tongue.

James cleared his throat. "Okay, Moony, who was your first kiss?"

Remus colored. "I've never been kissed."

Sirius's jaw slackened. "This needs to be changed right now," he declared, pupils growing. He leaned over agonizingly slowly and chastely kissed Remus on the lips. "There we go." He grinned in Lupin's face.

Remus flushed again and pushed Sirius away. "Okay, er, Snape, Truth or dare?"

Snape said, "Truth," too afraid of what they might make him do.

"What's your sexuality?"

He blushed and stared straight into the sun so he wouldn't have to gauge their reactions. "Gay."

James immediately looked at him with interest.

"Interesting," Remus mused.

The game continued on for an hour, with incredibly private things revealed and terrible actions committed.

It was Snape's turn again.

"Truth or dare, Mr. Potionsmaster?" asked Sirius, who was grinning from his dare.

"Dare," he answered, determined.

"Okay, let's see. I dare you to…to take a bath with our dear Prongs. Right now. Run along, little lovers."

"Lovers?!"

"Come on, Snape. Best to get this over with."

Snape hid under the water, red from head to toe. When he resurfaced, his head was thrown back, the water making his hair sleek and shiny.

James hooked his eyes to him.

He'd never seen this side of "Snivillus."

"What are you looking at?" Snape snapped.

"You. What else is there else to look at in this room?"

"The mermaid."

"Yes, well, I can't say I'm all that into girls."

"What kind of guys are you into?" Snape asked, staring at the flirting mermaid.

James grinned. "Tall, dark-haired, slightly bat-like, and currently naked."

Snape's head jerked up, cheeks flaming.

"Yes, I like you, Severus."

Then there was no room to move because James was on top of him, kissing the breath right out of his lungs.

Then Snape kissed back and all was lost to passion.

From their hiding place in the prefect's bathroom, Remus and Sirius were exchanging money.

It had finally happened.