Harry enjoyed Spain immensely, the cathedrals, the old Arabic influences, the beaches, the food. He only wished he could have enjoyed it with Severus. Those first two months he spent in Spain he would send his friends post-cards each new town he went to and would write a letter to Severus.

A letter he never expected to be answered as he was always moving, not staying more than a week at any one city. He'd also stumbled upon the Spanish wizarding world in the south of Spain, a culture rich in gypsy magic and had travelled with them from Spain to Morocco. He was fascinated to find that gypsy magic was mostly wandless, though it wasn't as versatile as wand magic and mostly focussed on healing and curses.

It was in Morocco that he found a copy of the Daily Prophet in the gypsy camp he'd been welcomed to, where he found a couple of English travellers.

There it was, on the front page. Staring back at him.

Scandal! Headmaster Severus Snape cheating on Harry Potter?

At first Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. Then he unfolded the newspaper and his jaw clenched tightly as he saw Celestine kissing Severus. Was Harry enraged? Yes. At Severus? Yes. Because of the kiss? Fifty-fifty.

One of our trusty reporters have obtained evidence of the Hogwarts Headmaster in a compromising situation with one Celestine Von Krause, daughter of the noble house of Krause and of pure Prussian descent. Does the headmaster aim high? It sure seems like it.

Harry growled deeply, trying to contain himself from ripping up the paper. The bitch had to be a noble woman. Now he couldn't just make her disappear like he wanted to.

They both became quite close in the Yearly Potion Celebratory Committee, that took place in Germany, a prestigious celebration where—

Harry growled and ripped the front page. There was the source of his anger. He cut off the picture and went straight to find some parchment.

"Germany? I thought you didn't like travelling, maybe it was just the company you didn't agree with." He wrote and wrapped both picture and parchment up and found an owl to take it back to Hogwarts.

From then on Harry refused to send him any letters, though he kept regular correspondence with his friends.

-o-O-o-

Severus cursed himself. He knew he shouldn't have gone to that stupid potions gathering. He already had his suspicions when Narcissa sent him the invitation.

He watched as Narcissa stepped out of the fireplace. "Severus I swear I had no idea Celestine would do that." She said.

"But you knew she would be there." Severus accused.

"Yes! But I only thought you should spend a bit more time with her. I didn't think she'd kiss you like that. She's normally not very public." Narcisa tried to defend herself.

"Well it's obvious why she wanted to make sure everyone in England saw this." He growled showing her the cut out from the newspaper, Harry's note still attached to it.

"…So Potter would see it." She whispered. "Severus I'm sorry..." Severus didn't look at her.

"Just get out." He said. Narcissa didn't argue and left the way she came. Severus wished he could reply to Harry, to explain, to tell him that she had thrown herself on him, to tell him that he loved him. But Harry didn't send him anything after that.

Months passed and he heard nothing from him.

During the winter break he had to oversee the handover of the graduation certificates for the students that had graduated that summer, as was customary and it usually took place in the great hall.

It gave him the chance to seek out Ron and Hermione.

"Thank you Headmaster." Hermione smiled, too happy with the extra certificate that marked her as second to Rowena Ravenclaw to be angry with him.

"Miss Granger, mister Weasley. Have you heard from, Potter?" he asked.

"Oh, I would have thought he was writing you letters too, oh wait, weren't you the one that went on a trip to Germany after he begged you to go on a trip with him?" Ron asked sarcastically and Severus narrowed his eyes at the reply. Even though Ron had graduated now, Severus was still able of intimidation.

"I must explain to Harry what happened. Do you have any idea how I may talk to him?" Severus asked. Hermione shook her head.

"He's always moving from place to place. Last postcard he sent us was from Milan, met up with that designer." Hermione said.

"And he told me he was planning on staying with him for a while, so how's that for pushing him away? You pushed him into the arms of another man." Ron scoffed.

Severus Snape had known jealousy for almost all his life. He turned without another word to storm towards his office. He knew the one person that would tell him where this man lived. He flooed to Malfoy manor. He would be damned if he lost Harry that easily.

"Severus, to what do I owe the surprise?" Lucius asked looking up from his work.

"I need to see your wife. I need to know where that designer friend of hers lives." He said. Lucius sat back.

"So you heard."

"You knew?" Severus hissed.

"I've only found out yesterday. I can give you his address, I'm sure Potter must be there." Lucius said starting to write the Italian's address. "Honestly, all this panicking about age difference from Narcissa and you, only to have the boy going for someone three times his age." He said.

"How old is this man exactly?" Severus asked taking the address from the other.

"Fifty four, fifty five, give or take." Lucius said. "But he's very experienced in wooing, you might have your work cut out for you trying to get Potter back from him." He warned him.

That only seemed to infuriate Severus even more and left without another word.

-o-O-o-

Severus was led through the mansion by the other's butler. The man had been expecting him it seemed. He looked everywhere but was unable to spot Potter and he wasn't with the man when he entered the other's study. Severus didn't sit.

"I was told Harry Potter was staying here." Severus said. The other looked up and chuckled.

"Mmh… Yes, he spent a couple of weeks here." He said. "And he's welcome back any time." He added.

"So he's not here now, where did he go?"

"Come now Severus Snape. Surely you don't intend to chase him around Europe, weren't you the one that said you had a full-time occupation as headmaster?" He asked as he served them both wine. Severus accepted the cup with narrowed eyes.

"What is your relationship with him?" Severus asked, taking a sip of the fine drink. The aggravating man smirked.

"Deep voices."

"What?"

"I just realised from hearing you. The boy has a thing for deep voices, and accents, but mostly deep voices." The man said taking a sip. "Whether it's because it reminds him of you, or it was what drew him to you, I don't know yet." He chuckled. Severus clenched his jaw.

"If he's not here then I'll take my leave." Severus said putting the cup down and turned, only to find the man right there, cornering him against the table. Severus rose an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at him, completely uninterested.

"I take it you are not a man that knows how to use that to his advantage." He said silkily. "Aren't you interested, to know if we made love?"

"Harry does not love you." Severus hissed and the other leaned even closer.

"He was very affected by what he went through." At Severus confused face he continued. "Yes he told me, about that werewolf. I can proudly tell you that I showed him a world of lovemaking unlike anything he could have imagined." Severus' chest filled with rage and turned to leave but the other kept him in place. "I showed him the true passions that can flow from being in a relationship with another man, I showed him into a world that captured him."

"Step away from me." Severus hissed.

"I can show you too." The other whispered into the potion master's ear who didn't feel a hint of attraction to the other and shoved him off. The man had the nerve to chuckle as Severus stormed away. "Embrace the passion you feel towards the boy, and take him back before he surrenders his heart to someone else. No job is worth sacrificing an attractive young man like him." The man called after him.

Rage filled his veins as he returned to his office. Not knowing where Harry was and knowing he was probably losing him sent waves of misery through him.

-o-O-o-

Spring arrived with a sunny morning, bathing over the early dew-covered blooms. Narcissa came to visit the headmaster as he worked.

"Maybe the boy was right Severus, you could have easily taken a year off." She told him. Severus narrowed his eyes at her.

"This is all your fault. I hope you're happy."

"I am not happy, and this is not all on me." She told him. "All I want for you is to be happy, you helped protect Draco and that is something I must repay."

"I'm not in the mood Narcissa. I have a lot of work to do." Severus said.

"What would you do if you lost Harry? Truly lost him to someone else? Would you cope with that loss a second time? First his mother and now him?"

"Narcissa, I'm warning you." He hissed glaring at her.

"I had no idea how close you two were. It was wrong of me to come between you. It's just knowing how long you loved his mother, it was hard to understand if you were in love with the boy or of the person his eyes reminded you of." She said.

"I did not—"

"I know that now." She said. "But I'm also surprised as to how easily you would let him go." She threw forward a copy of the Prophet his way and turned to leave.

Severus watched her go and unfolded the newspaper. Did it show Harry? Yes it did. He saw Potter looking at the photographer annoyed and Viktor Krum beside him, laughing as they ran from the reporter towards the Parthenon backdrop.

Severus slammed the newspaper down and took a deep breath. Harry was in Athens… but where in Athens? Bulgaria was really close to Greece, no doubt Krum must have been looking for Harry.

"Blast!" Severus yelled slamming his fist on his desk, the ink pot jumping slightly but not tipping over. Just when he thought he'd gotten rid of that idiot Krum.

"Severus…" The man looked up at Albus.

"Go to him." He didn't need to be told twice. He called Minerva in and informed her that he would be absent the remainder of the year. Minerva was only too happy to fill in for him but before she could ask why the headmaster was gone.