Sorry for the long time it has took me to update. I've just finished year 11 and no more exams so now I can start writing more chapter. Sorry about the spelling and that. I can say I suck at it. I'm just waiting for my Beta to help me. Thanks for more fantastic reviews. I hope you like this chapter and plus there's a sneak peek of the next chapter. So I hope you like it, oh and don't forget the Last Harry Potter film is out next week woop woop can't wait it will be fantastic.

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Chapter Three: The Double Bed

Snape's Flash Back

When Albus Dumbledore had died, he'd left Minerva with some memories of how Severus had started to like Harry Potter in the boy's sixth year. He only knew this as he sometimes glimpsed into Severus's mind when he looked at Harry.

Minerva knew that Severus was the only male professor that could go on this Muggle Studies trip to Spain. It was time to push Severus into Harry's arms.

So, in March, she invited Severus into her office to tell him he would be chaperoning the trip. He came into the office and they looked apprehensively at each other, as Snape already knew something was up.

"I assume you have something of importance to discuss with me, Minerva?" Severus asked as he sat down.

"Yes. Well, as you know, at last month's staff meeting, we discussed a trip for the students. That trip has now been planned." Minerva paused to watch the look on Severus' face.

"The Muggle Studies seventh year class in going to Spain."

"What does this have to do with me, Minerva?" Severus asked, although he had a sneaking suspicion he already knew.

"Wait until I get to that part, Severus. Anyway, the trip will take place a month from now and it's for two weeks. I suggest you pack sunscreen, Severus, you will be needing it." Snape slouched in his chair, mumbling something about a plan to suddenly fall ill. Dumbledore smirked from his portrait, winked at Minerva, and then pretended to go to sleep.

"I'm not going because that meddling portrait said something to you." Snape glared over to the portrait that was pretending to sleep.

"Minerva, honestly, do you think I'm that crazy to go with the likes of Weasley, Ganger, and even Potter, and more Gryffindors?" Severus looked askance at the Headmistress.

"Severus, you're one of the few male members of staff with the knowledge of muggles, and you need a break from potions." "

So, I have no choice then. Well, good day, Headmistress."

"I'm sorry, Severus, but, as I said, you're the only male professor who has knowledge of muggles." "

Indeed," was the only reply Severus could give. He got up from the chair and walked out, muttering "meddlesome old fools," under his breath. He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Well done, Albus! You've put him in a bad temper now. I don't know how you got me to make him go on this trip. I fear for my students who cross his path today, and for the rest of the month," she said as she looked up to Albus' portrait

"One more thing, Minerva; I heard there was an odd number of boys and girls. So, make sure that they have a room together and that the room has a double bed." His eyes twinkled from the portrait "

You, Albus Dumbledore, will be the death of me."

Back to the hotel

"Well…" Harry murmured. This is going to get interesting, he thought. The room was spaciously oversized and featured a vaulted twenty-foot ceiling. The luxury king-size bed had Frette linens and was soft to the touch.

Harry stood in the doorway, taking it all in, before going inside to drop his bag and put his suitcase on the floor next to the wardrobe. He walked to the oversized bathroom which had a deep soaking, whirlpool spa-tub that fit four people, and also had a glass stall shower with rain shower head. Harry went out of the bath room and noticed the room had a television and a DVD/CD player with surround sound.

Snape still stood in the door way, looking at the bed. He came in and closed the door and did the same as Harry; putting his suit case next to the shared wardrobe. Straight away he pulled his wand out, and pointed it at the bed. Harry started to laugh.

"It won't work, Professor. Remember, the headmistress put locking charms on our wands? We can only use them for emergencies," he said. Snape looked over at him and then back at the bed.

"Potter, if you haven't noticed this is a damn emergency. I can't, and won't, share a bed with you." Harry looked at Snape as if he were the scum of the universe, hurt by what he'd just said. Snape noticed the hurt in the boy's face. He couldn't share a bed with him because he wouldn't be able to control his feelings.

Harry walked over and lay down on the bed. "You can sleep on the floor, then."

"What? You expect me to sleep on the floor, Potter? I am your professor, and I have the authority. So that means I should have this bloody bed." Snape's anger returned full force.

"Yes, you're the professor," Harry said. Snape smirked and snapped his fingers to the floor at Harry, but the boy wasn't finished talking. "And it's your responsibility to look after the students." Harry laughed, but Snape leaned down and poked Harry's chest.

"You are not being your noble Gryffindor self, Potter, not concerned about anyone other than yourself. So. Get. Off. My. Bed. Now!"

"You know, Professor. you're being pathetic. We will share this bed, whether you like it or not. Hell, we can even sleep top to bottom if it makes this situation easier. And get this straight: we will only be sleeping together in it, Sir, and nothing else. So, please, just grow up."

"Sleeping together in it, Potter?"

"Yeah, where you go to dream land for about seven hours or more." Snape knew Harry was winning this argument.

"Has it just occurred to you, Sir, that I have won this argument and we will just have to share the bed? The bed is big enough for the both of us."

"Well, it looks like we will have to share the bed now, Mr. Potter." Snape couldn't admit that Potter had won.

"So, Professor, I think we should get some sleep, then empty our suitcases tomorrow afternoon, before we meet everyone at the pool. Well, I'm going to the bathroom to change." Harry opened his suitcase and got his pyjama bottoms, along with shampoo, and went to the bath room.

He took a quick shower and changed into his clothes. He noticed he hadn't picked up a shirt to sleep in. He hoped Snape was a asleep because Harry had scars on his back that he wanted no one to see. He then headed out into the hotel room. Snape was already dressed and was in the bed reading a book.

Harry went straight over to his suitcase and opened it. He looked through it and couldn't find a decent thin shirt to sleep in."Where is it?" Harry asked as he rummaged in his suitcase. He knew he'd packed one.

Snape looked down to see Harry bent over his suitcase obviously looking for something. His eyes raked over the boy's – no definitely man's – body; the back of Harry's shoulders were broad and very strong, and the muscles in his arms were strongly defined. His skin was a shimmering light brown and Snape could see scars on Harry's back.

So he wasn't the only one who would be not scar-less at the pool.

"Got it," Harry said as he pulled a shirt out of his left shoe compartment. He turned around and shoved it on. Snape got a glance of a nice smooth six pack and a very nice hip structure. Harry noticed a pair of eyes watching his every move and looked up, meeting them.

Snape started to blush a little and shoved his nose into the book he was meant to be reading. Harry went back down to his suitcase to look for the alarm clock he had packed. Snape, on the other hand, was recovering from staring at Harry. He put his book down and let his head hit the pillow.

"Professor, are we awaking up at twelve, then?" Harry asked, as he walked to his side of the bed.

"Yes, I think that will give us time to unpack before we meet the others at the pool side by one o'clock, Mr. Potter." Harry walked to his bed side table and put the alarm clock down.

A moment later Snape felt the mattress dip slightly as Harry climbed into the other side of the bed. The bed was big, but they both felt the warmth radiating from each other.

"Tenga un sueño agradable," Harry said in Spanish to Snape as he shut his eyes.

Update: 10/7/11

Right in this trip no one can use magic, so even Snape can't use occlumency because that's still a form of magic. So that's why you can see his embarrassment.

so here's a sneak peek of the next chapter

12 o'clock Alam goes beep beep beep

Both of them slowly became aware that they ended up closer but Harry was the first to cracked open his eyes. He noticed that his face was buried into Snapes neck and Snape some how had turned to face him in his sleep and slung an arm over him and and pulled Harry closer. His breathing hitched briefly as his Professor will go drown him in the pool when he notices that they are holding each other...

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The Spanish means: Have a pleasant dream