Hey everyone!

I'm really sorry I haven't updated! And at a cliffhanger…I am a disgrace.

I've had some school junk and what not, but I am hoping to update more often.

Anyway, on with the Snarry!

Chapter 4

Harry gulped. He looked up to see, once again, the burning black eyes of Severus Snape.

This time Snape remained standing, yet Harry had been knocked backward and was now on his butt.

"Now Potter, this is the second time that you have ran into me in the last 24 hours. I suggest you be more careful and try to get your big head straight," Snape growled.

Harry slowly stood up and nodded. "Yes sir," he muttered.

Snape curtly nodded, and briskly walked past.

"Oh, and Potter," Snape added before disappearing into the Great Hall. "I'll see you tonight in detention." Snape winked.

Winking? Did Snape actually just wink at me? WINK? Was he flirting? SNAPE. WINKED. AT. ME.

These were some of the thoughts swarming in Harry's mind as he stumbled up the stairs to his dormitory.

Harry sat on the end of his bed and thought.

Harry thought about how he had a lot of panic attacks recently.

He realized that he needed to accept the fact that he had feelings for Snape, but try to push them back.

This was the best solution Harry could have ever thought of. He didn't have to act on his feelings. Even if Snape might be having feelings as well, Harry would just ignore them, serve his detentions, and move onto bigger and better things.

Just then, the door open and in came Neville.

"Hi Harry!" He said cheerfully. "I have an owl from Dumbledore for you."

Harry tried to give a small smile and took the thick envelope from Neville's hands.

He ripped open the envelope as Neville tripped as he was leaving.

Inside was, of course, a letter from Dumbledore.

Harry-

Please meet me in my office immediately.

We need to talk.

P.S. I really do like Cockroach Clusters.

Harry groaned. As much as he liked talking to Dumbledore, this probably meant he was in trouble for something.

He trudged unhappily to the staircase to Dumbledore's office.

"Cockroach Clusters," he muttered.

The stairs came to life and Harry climbed on, probably taking a ride to his doom.

Harry was wondering if Dumbledore found out about Snape, and if he or Snape could get arrested. Harry honestly wasn't in the mood for Azkaban, and he reckoned Snape wasn't either.

Shaking, he came to the big door to Dumbledore's office. Harry raised his hand, and knocked three times. The booming noise rang in his ears.

"Come in," Harry heard Dumbledore call.

Harry walked in and the old man gestured to a chair in front of his desk.

He nervously sat down, still shaking.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, piercing Harry with those blue eyed.

"Professor."

"Now, is there anything you would like to talk to me about?

"No sir."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes sir. There is nothing."

"Any problems with any of the professors?"

Harry stared back at Dumbledore, biting his lip. He was thinking about whether he should tell Dumbledore about Snape or not.

Suddenly, without even knowing it, Harry burst. He was almost yelling about all the things that had happened to him in the past two days.

Dumbledore just sat in his chair, nodding and saying "Mmmm" every once in a while.

When Harry was done, he sat back and couldn't believe all the things he had told Dumbledore. Harry had probably broken about 50 school rules, and he was sure he would be punished.

Harry also realized he was crying. He had really needed this 'counseling session' with Dumbledore.

"Well Harry. I would say to act on your feelings instead of restraining them. It's better to let Professor Snape know how you feel."

Dumbledore paused and Harry nodded.

"Well, it looks like it's getting late. You do not want to be late for supper."

Harry said goodbye and almost ran out of Dumbledore's office. He rushed down to the Great Hall with much more confidence than he had before.

Harry busted through the big doors only to find everything was normal; and even the Slytherin table was keeping quiet.

Harry looked up to see Dumbledore raising his glass at Harry. Harry nodded.

He sat down next to Ron and Hermione. They talked and laughed just like they used to, and didn't even mention anything about Snape or Dean.

After dinner, Harry was stuffed and sleepy, but he had to finish his star chart before class at midnight tomorrow, and he didn't want to wait, as Hermione would nag him until he did it.

"Harry, Ron, Remember to do your star charts for tomorrow." Hermione said giving them the eye.

Harry goofily smiled and bowed to Hermione. "Yes M'lady." He said.

"Hermione smiled and handed both Ron and Harry the star charts that Hermione had fetched from their bags.

For some reason, that talk with Dumbledore had lightened Harry up a lot. Getting reassurance that his feelings were ok from the person he most looked up to was amazing.

Harry was smiling constantly smiling as he sloppily filled out his star chart. In a half an hour, Harry and Ron were both done, and heading up to bed. Harry was practically skipping.

"So, how did today go with…you know…?" Ron asked from his bed.

Harry then gave a very fast rendition of what had happened today, smiling madly the whole time. When he was done speaking, Ron sort of just started, and Harry sort of just kept smiling.

"Well goodnight," Harry said.

"Goodnight…" Ron said hesitantly, a bit confused as Harry's story was crazy.

The next morning Harry had a full day of mind-rattling classes to get through.

He had to first get breakfast before going to a long hour and a half of the most boring class-History of Magic.

He quickly got dressed and headed down to the Common Room. Hermione was already sitting in a table in the corner, reading a book and scribbling down notes.

"Ron is in the Great Hall," Hermione said, as if she could read Harry's mind.

"Thanks," Harry replied.

Harry was walking through a corridor when he was suddenly grabbed and dragged into the closet.

Whoever grabbed him smelled like chemicals, a must basement, and…Pumpkin pasties?

"Professor?" Harry asked.

"Yes Potter," said Snape.

"What are you doing-?"

Harry was silenced by a kiss. A rush of warmth and sparks flew through Harry until he was shoved back into the hallway, and stood there, dazed.

He opened the closet door and all he saw was darkness. No Snape in sight. Harry literally gasped out loud.

This was even better than slapping Malfoy. And this time Harry actually did cheer.

Well, that's all for now!

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