Harry was miserable. Things weren't going bad per se, in fact they were great, but unfortunately the last couple of days he'd had to avoid all eye contact with Snape. So what had happened that was making him stay away from the potions master? Well, it was something strong enough to convince him that he would never again look at Snape in the eye. At least not until he became a master of occlumency, a goal as impossible as bringing Merlin back from the grave, even with his out-of-control powers.

He knew Snape realised something was up. After all, the other had kept an eye on him since he was a child and a habit like that was not something you could easily stop doing. The other had, for sure, noticed him pushing his food around the plate for the last couple of days. Harry had been so quiet in class that he had not once gotten in trouble. Harry figured the other might get a sense that he was avoiding him because he regretted that wonderful kissing session they'd had after Krum had threatened Snape with taking Harry away from him. It was Ginny's date that had overheard the Headmaster's conversation with the quiddich player.

Harry blushed remembering what the other was supposed to have said to Krum. It seemed however, that the threat had fallen on deaf ears. Because Krum would still try to be alone with Harry. Harry liked Krum just not in that way. He'd explained it to him, of course, but it seemed that the other was persistent and Harry didn't have the heart to tell him to stay away. After all, Harry was a flyer at heart. He had learned so much from Viktor about flying and he wasn't about to give that up just yet.

"If you're quite done shoving your food around the plate, you should get to class, Potter." Snape said from behind him. Harry turned around but kept his eyes locked on the other's robe buttons, something that did not go unnoticed by Severus.

"Yes sir, sorry." Harry turned to get his things and leave the breakfast table. It was so unfair. Everything was going beautifully, and that wasn't something that Harry could brag about happening often in his life. So why, did he have to have that dream?

The dream seemed to be merely a recollection of Severus taking the step forward and pulling him into an embrace. Harry allowed the rosy blush to remain on his cheeks as he remembered. Then, what until then had been nothing more than a memory, moved on to something else, and Harry found himself underneath the dark eyed man. They were lying on the double bed that had been in the room before Severus split it into two. In the dream Harry was no longer shy and every sensation was multiplied by ten.

The dream kept going until Harry would wake up tangled in the sheets, sweating, and in need of a whispered 'Scourgify'. Even with his powers out of whack Harry did the spell, refusing to call the headmaster in this situation.

Harry was not ready to go that far, but of course his mind and his body didn't often agree with each other. For that reason, he had decided to not make eye contact with the headmaster until his dreams got under control and Harry himself forgot about it.

-o-O-o-

Snape was frustrated with the other's behaviour. Of course he had noticed. To make matters worse, it seems that even Krum had noticed and was using the opportunity to hang around Harry most of the time. The potions master often found himself cursing the seeker to hell in his head.

If only the other would slip and let him access his memories, just so he could know what to do about it. At the same time Severus figured that he shouldn't even be using legillimency so much on the young man. But, it had almost become second nature by now. He been implementing it for seventeen years now. He never would have survived as a teacher all those years if he hadn't. He followed the other with this eyes and with a sigh followed him. He would settle this once and for all. He wasn't sure he could sit through a whole day of lessons with the other avoiding eye contact.

He was about to call after him when Krum walked out from a crossing corridor and greeted Harry in a friendly manner. Severus normally prided himself with his great control of emotions, however, it seemed that recently when it came to Harry, it wasn't so simple any more. What reason did he have to be jealous of Krum when it was he that Harry chose? It was because Harry had no problem talking and laughing with the seeker.

He did enjoy himself whenever Krum would try to reach for Harry and the other casually, and with a smile, would reject the advancement. At some point Harry must have told him that he had to get to class because Krum stayed behind and was about to turn back when he saw the potions master and smirked. Now Snape at this point in his life considered himself to be a fairly mature gentleman, but he felt no shame as he threw a 'levicorpus' his way and left him hanging upside down and as he passed by he tried to stop himself from smirking back at the idiot.

Unfortunately by then the other had made it to the classroom assigned to them and he couldn't really talk to him. He would keep his eye trained on Harry when he told them to get on with it. The other seemed to sense when it was that he was looking because whenever he would keep his eye on him for more than a minute the other's cheeks would turn red and he would turn his head lower as he wrote on the parchment. He did find comfort in the fact that Krum was probably still hanging upside down and being swooned at by his fan club instead of being helped down.

Once the lessons were over for the morning, he let them go to lunch. He noticed Harry frantically packing his things in order to get out as fast as possible. "Not you, Potter." It annoyed Snape that despite the fact that he was using the same tone he always used with the boy, Ginny smiled and winked at her ex-boyfriend making the other turn red yet again. It happened so often that the other was starting to consider the fact that Harry might actually have a fever.

"Yes professor?" Once more the other wasn't even looking at him. Snape showed the other role of parchment and Harry recognised it as his potions homework.

"Now, just when did you get so good at potions, Potter?" He asked. He decided he might as well trail around the subject from a bit.

"Maybe I'm just gifted, Sir." He said as a simple explanation.

"Let's face it, Potter. The only time you've been this good at potions was when you were using my book." Harry kept quiet at first but figure he might as well tell him.

"I think I got better the moment I realised you're my soulmate, Sir. So… maybe I've been leeching off your talents." He suggested sarcastically. Though the choice of tone was only to mask the fact that that was exactly what he was thinking.

So he was cheating. "I don't give your father's genes enough credit,"

Harry looked up at him and Snape smirked as contact was made. Harry was about to ask what the other meant by that but the moment their eyes met he remembered why it was that he had been avoiding that happening. He watched Severus' eyes widen slightly and Snape lowered his head, resting his forehead on his propped up, interlocked hands and started laughing. Actually laughing, his deep short laughs filling Harry with even more horror. The other was laughing at him.

"Oh god…" He whispered and turned, bolting out of there.

"Wait, Potter!" He heard the other call after him, but not with the sense of urgency and regret that Harry had hoped for, so he kept running.