Harry Potter woke to feel a gang of butterflies flittering playfully in his stomach. He dreamt he was with Snape, they d spent the night kissing and cuddling beneath the stars. They told each other how they loved one another and the honest truth was that Harry had actually meant it. In real life Harry realized that he was falling for his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He could hardly wait to get to first lesson.

Harry couldn't face breakfast, the feeling in his stomach would not go away and although he kind of liked it he felt slightly sick. Instead of going to the great hall, Harry tried to work on his appearance. He threw on a clean robe, tried to sort his hair out and even thought of stealing some of Hermione s make up but he thought that was going a bit far. After all, it was just an infatuation, he couldn't have feelings for Snape.

He arrived early, the first one in there he found himself alone with the object of his desires. "Hi sir," Harry called joyfully. The professor merely nodded in his direction. He felt disappointed but what had he expected? Did he think his teacher would rush over, take him in his arms and fuck him right there? No, he shouldn't be so foolish to think that a teacher would ever have feelings for him, especially one so good looking.

Harry was confused, for all the time he had spent complaining about how ugly and terrible his teacher was he found him rather attractive at the moment, so much he just wanted to shove him against the wall and Harry gave a little moan that made Snape turn around and give him an inquisitive look. Harry looked devastated and opened his textbook.

When everyone else arrived there was muttering, Snape was back. This caused disappointment for the group who, made up of Gryffindor's and Ravenclaw's, all despised the teacher. Harry thought that the two of them had made a real connection last night but when class started Snape soon started to pick on him again.

All lesson the professor made snide hints at Harry. The butterflies turned to knots, the person Harry had felt closest to since Sirius died was being so mean to him and he didn't understand why. He thought last night they would actually get along. He thought the bullying and taunting from Snape would stop. He even kind of hoped for some affection.

When the lesson ended Harry tried to confront the teacher but all he got from him was a sharp "get out of my sight." Harry s dreams had come to an end when they were only just beginning. It was so unfair. Skipping potions, Harry spent the next hour his dormitory crying. How could he have been so mean to me? After everything I did for him last night? Thoughts spun around Harry's mind, he just wanted it all to stop, for him to never think of Snape as more than a teacher again. His feelings however, wouldn't die down.

Visiting Dumbledore when he had a free lesson Harry decided to find out why Dumbledore had asked Harry to go and visit Snape. If he hadn't Harry would have been happy to go on hating him, not caring about the person inside. He'd still think he was a grease ball instead of the gorgeous God that he was.

Dumbledore was the first to speak. "You want to know why I sent you to see professor Snape last night?"

"How did you know?" Harry asked. Dumbledore always seemed to know these things.

"You are the one that's caused him so much hurt, especially considering recent events." Dumbledore smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked slightly angrily, "I have nothing to do with the reason he was upset the last few weeks and I've done nothing recently to hurt him." Harry glared at Dumbledore, as much as he wanted to he found the anger easing away.

"Did Professor Snape tell you the circumstances for him to become so down?" Dumbledore asked.

"He told me that somebody broke his heart, but Snape doesn t have feelings for me. You should see the way he treats me!"

"Professor Snape told me recently that now you are of age he has found it extremely difficult to keep his hands off you, as he has in recent years. Have you ever thought he is cold towards you because he doesn t want his feelings to be shown?"

Harry gasped. "Snape Likes me?"

"Indeed, I believe you told him that nobody would ever be able to love him. This would cause a particularly hard blow considering all Severus wants is for you to tell him you love him." Dumbledore smiled when he saw the realization on Harry s face.

"I've got to go, professor."

Harry quickly dashed out of the office and straight to the dungeons. He was so relieved when the door to Snape's office opened and he saw the man facing him. "Yes Potter?" The Ex-Potions Master asked coldly.

Instead of answering Harry simply pushed the teacher into the wall and started to kiss him passionately. Harry felt so happy when he felt the man kiss him back. Harry felt Snape's hands in his hair. They kissed for so long, Harry felt as though time had stopped.

"Sir, I like you I've never felt this way about someone before."

"I like you too, Potter. In fact I could rather get used to the idea of me and you." Snape said, grinning like Harry had never seen him do before.

They spent the next two hours talking, talking about them, talking about what they may become. Harry realized how deeply Snape felt about him. The feeling was mutual, Harry really cared for this man. Really cared. When Harry turned to leave for lessons Snape grabbed his hand. "Where does this leave us Potter?"

"Depends where you want us to be, and please call me Harry."

"Harry, I've never had feelings for someone like this before." Snape said softly.

"Me neither Sir, I really want to be with you."

"Call me Severus, and I d love to be with you, waking up with you in my arms would be a dream come true, but if anyone found out ." Severus frowned. "People may not like the idea of a student / teacher relationship."

"Well they'll have to get over it won t they." Said Harry defiantly.

"Can we keep it a secret for now? Please. If anyone finds out it may mean the end of my career, we may not be able to see each other anymore." Harry could sense the desperation in his voice.

It was Harry s turn to frown. "Fine. But I don t like lying."

Snape paused, and simply said, "it s not lying, it s just our little secret."

Harry smiled and softly kissed his new love. He hated lying to people but as long as he had Severus he didn't care.

Severus held Harry in his arms, after all the nights he spent lying awake thinking about this boy, never daring to imagine that Harry may have feelings for him as well. It was so overwhelming, Severus felt as though he was going to faint. I love you, he thought. It's too soon to tell you though, too soon.

When Harry left Severus was missing him before he d even left the room. It was true that he d never had feelings such as the ones he had for Harry at this present moment. As soon as he laid eyes on the boy he could see his mother in him. She was so special, if only she d seen him the way he had seen her. Severus shook his head. Lilly was something special but her son, wow her son was just perfection.

He felt himself reaching out to the place where Harry had stood just moments ago, wishing he was still there. Realizing he had lessons to teach he swept out of the room, thoughts, like always, on Harry.