Harry and his housemates were in Professor Lupin's classroom, staring at a wardrobe across from them, rattling very violently.

"Intriguing, yes?" Professor Lupin says while walking over to his students, "would anybody like to venture a guess as to what's inside?" Harry had never seen anything like this before, so he shrugged his shoulders. Seamus explained it was a boggart.

"Very good, Mr. Finnigan. Can someone explain what a boggart looks like?"

Hermione appeared suddenly next to her friend, "No one knows," which made Ron jump from getting startled by their friend just appearing like that.

Before whispering to Harry, "Where did she come from?" Harry shrugs, looking at his bushy friend. 'She wasn't here before, that's for sure.'

"Boggarts are shapeshifters; they take the shape of whatever form a particular person fears most. That's what makes them so-"

"Terrifying, yes."

Professor Lupin got Neville to first go against the Boggart. The person he feared the most was Snape. Harry gaped at this as his classmates laughed at that.

"Yes, frightens us all."

Harry looked down at the ground, 'Lupin is still making fun of him.' Not liking this, putting the cloak on while Lupin was teaching the class, walking out of the room, having enough, and not being able to do much if Lupin uses the Boggart to transform into the Potion Master. Going over to the Great Hall and waiting 10 minutes before Snape's class was finished. Walking to the dungeons, wanting to surprise him and tell his professor what happened with Lupin. He just got down the spiral stairs when the door of Snape's class opened. Out came the potion master, hunched over, 'Snape?' Going over to him, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Snape, startled, looked over, "Needing the loo."

Harry helped his professor to the boys' restroom, "Is it your stomach?" the older man nodded, deciding to lean on the boy's shoulder, "Must be really bad?" getting him to the boy's room as quickly as possible before someone sees.

As they made it to the entrance, Professor Snape let go of Harry, "I got it here on out, Potter." He hurries inside. Harry heard a stall door close and then some hurling.

The boy gaped at this, going inside, "I heard you throw up, so I couldn't ignore that."

"Potter, I really-" he threw up again.

"It's ok, professor. We are together, so it's ok if I see you go through bad times like these." He went to the stall, realizing it was open; he went inside, putting his hand on Snape's back, "sorry you're not feeling well." Snape needed to go again but didn't want to do it in front of the boy, "it's ok, Snape, if you need to, then just do it." He pulled his teacher's hair back to keep it from getting sprayed on as he puked his guts out, "Wonder if you are coming down with something?"

"I was fine this morning."

"Can creep on you when you least expect it." Harry thought of something else that could be causing it, "unless you ate something that made you sick?"

"I got a potion that would know the answer," he gaped at the toilet.

"Is something up?" Snape looked over at Harry, not knowing how to say it without grossing him out. The boy knelt next to him, "it's ok, just tell me?" he rubbed his back.

"It is..."

Harry got the hint, "Coming out the other end?" his teacher gave a nod, "hang on, let me get you to your chambers. Can you make it till then? Probably be more comfortable over there," he gets up.

"It has already started," he looked at the toilet, face growing red out of embarrassment.

Harry nodded, getting Snape under the arm and pulling him up, "I will use my cloak for this," flushing the toilet for him as he held onto his teacher, "hang on for a second," as he gets his cloak out, wrapping it around. Just as Harry did that, some students walked inside. Harry wanted to curse. Keeping Snape in a comforting hold as they moved around them. Managing to squeeze by and out of the bathroom. "That was a close one; next time, I will lock the door." Having his teacher lean on his shoulder, "Are you doing all right?" Snape shook his head as they walked to the chambers. Harry heard some farting noises, "is it happening?" he received a slight nod, "hang on, we are close to your chambers now, few more steps."

"It's running down my legs," he decided to say, no matter how embarrassing it was.

Harry gaped at that, looking down at his pants.

They made it to the chambers, and Snape poked out his head to say the password. Before entering his place. Harry quickly got him over to the bedroom; he threw his cloak on the bed before entering the bathroom, "We made it," he turned to his teacher as he brought him to the toilet.

"I can manage the rest, Potter."

Harry nodded, "Here, let me at least undo your pants for you," he looks down at Snape's pants, undoing the pants for him and zipper, "that should be easier now." Snape couldn't hold it anymore as he grips his student's shoulder. Harry cupped his head, kissing his cheek, "let me help you," his teacher shook his head, "it's ok, I would still want to be with you, look it is coming out," slowly pulling his teacher's pants down, "Don't worry I am not looking, just using my hands," sitting Snape down on the toilet, "I will bring you some fresh pants, ok?" his teacher nodded, not wanting to look, up, "You, ok?"

"No."

Harry hugged him, "Would you like me to stay in here with you?"

"It's gonna smell."

"I am fine with that, here," Harry went over to the bathroom window, opened it, went back over to Snape, "go for it." He knelt, "going to remove these, without looking."

"Lily would have never done this for me. Being here while I shit my brains out."

Harry snorts at that, "Did this happen with her too?" Snape nodded as he let it out, not being able to hold it anymore. "What would she do instead?"

"Leave."

Harry nodded, "I'm different in that area." Snape went closer to his lips, going in for a kiss. This surprised Harry, kissing back. Breaking apart after a few seconds, "the first time you kissed me back."

Snape nodded, "It's because I am happy."

Harry gaped at that, "You are? Really?" His teacher nodded. This new feeling Snape had became surprisingly overwhelming. The boy got up to embrace him. Rubbing his back in soothing circles. "Let me take your pants off? I won't look," letting go, kneeling to slide them off and underwear while Harry keeps his eyes on the ground, getting up, "there, that should be more comfortable for you now."

Snape nods, "Think I am done here; just want to clean myself up."

Harry looked over at the tub before looking back, "The tub might be better suited for that."

"My plan exactly."

Harry nodded, "Well, while you do that, I will get you some new clothes. Would you like your bathrobe, too?" his teacher nodded as Harry went to the door. Heading out of the bathroom, he shut the door, sliding down onto the ground, 'It was smelly, but not bad. At least I could make him happy by being there for him.'

Getting up, he went to the wardrobe to get a set of comfortable clothes and the blue bathrobe. Looked over at the bathroom door, wondering how he would deliver the clothes without seeing anything. Decided to take off his glasses, putting them on the nightstand. Going back to the bathroom, knocking before entering, "I took my glasses off, so I wouldn't see anything." Patting the toilet to make sure the lid is down before placing the clothes on it. Walking back out.

"Wait..." Harry turned to him, "I am tired of hating myself, so I would be alright if we didn't move slow." Harry gaped at that, looking over at him, "but until you reach a certain age, we can't do..."

"I understand, professor," 'Have no idea what to do yet anyways.' "Have a hard time seeing you, currently. Maybe we should talk more when you're done in here." Snape was ok with that.

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Harry, with his professor's permission, was practicing some of his magic while he waited. After doing this for 20 minutes, he heard the bathroom door open; the boy looked up, smiling at his teacher, while looking at his robe, "Are you feeling better?" he asked, walking over to him.

"Yes, whatever it was seemed to have passed."

"Want to still check on what it was?" Snape looked down at the floor, "what is it?"

"Have a high suspicion that I was drugged or given a potion that made me sick."

Harry gaped at that, "Why would you think that?" He helped Snape over to the bed, sitting down next to him.

"No idea, just have a hinge."

Harry nodded, "I will make sure to keep an eye on your table during dinner tonight." He looked over, "if something fishy is happening, we should tell Dumbledore. Well, once there is proof." Snape nodded, "so, about what we were talking about earlier, are you saying you are ready to do other things?"

"I'm completely new to this, but with some parts, I am, I guess."

Harry went over to kiss him, "Just tell me what you're comfortable with or not, then?" They started making out as Snape lay on the bed. Harry let go, "What about touching yourself? Have you done that before?"

His teacher nodded, "Occasionally."

Harry nodded, "Least you know what that feels like then." He went make to kissing him, feeling himself growing hot, sliding his hand down his teacher's neck to his chest, opening his bathrobe, 'Least I know what to do on instincts.' Dipping Snape's neck back.

"Don't you have class, by the way?" Harry looked over, answering with a yes, "shouldn't you be over there?"

His student looked up, "I didn't want to be in Lupin's class while he insults you. Look, I will tell you everything about it when this is over." Snape nodded, agreeing. Harry licks his neck, kissing it, then licks it again. "If something feels uncomfortable, let me know, ok? If it's too much at this point. Just letting you know, I made the time stop after I left, so not missing much, just the ugly parts."

"Do what you want to, Potter, at this point," Harry looks up, "you have already seen an ugly side of me while in the bathroom, and you still want to be with me." The boy nodded, unbuttoning his long sleeve, going down to kiss his collarbone, licking around it, as he slowly rolled the tank top up, exposing his teacher's belly button, stroking over it, before going down, kissing around it, as Harry moves the shirt up more, revealing the stomach. Looking around at his bare skin, "Is this what got people to comment on your body," Looking at a couple of moles; some were sticking out more than others, along with scars everywhere. "Wait, how did they know about what your body looks like?"

Snape looked down at the bed, "It was your father's fault. He exposed me in front of everyone."

Harry gaped at that, "He did...what!?" his teacher looked away.

"Also exposed me in front of your mother." Harry went over, embraced him, gave a kiss on his forehead, "worst memories of my life."

His student looked at his left arm, "Guessing the mark is second?"

"That would be the third one; the second one is calling your mom-"

"Mudblood?" He nodded, covering his eyes with his hands, remembering that day. "don't keep beating yourself up over that," taking Snape's hand away, "must have been a reason you said it to her? Maybe something happened between you guys that day, and you got angry at her. Things happen that you can never get back, but I think it is ok to forgive yourself for it. My mom still wanted you to keep me safe; that must mean something?" He kissed him on the cheek before going back down to remove the rest of his shirt, "See this," he points to his face, "do I look grossed out to you?" Snape shook his head, "Good, so now you know," looking over at his bare chest, touching one of his dark brown nipples, and bending down to lick it.

"Doesn't seem like this is your first time?"

Harry snorted, "It is; I been just using my instincts, also back at home, at times heard Aunt Petunia doing stuff with Uncle Vernon. The walls are thin, so I hear it. And heard what my uncle likes." Snape crunched his face at the thought of that. Harry popped it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. His teacher gasped, never feeling so good in his life. Stifling the moans that are coming out. Harry took his hand away, "It's fine, professor, prefer hearing you moan; if it feels good, then it's all right to express it." Going back to licking.

Snape gasped, "Ah, ah, ah." Harry smiled, making his teacher gasp with pleasure. He kissed all the way down to his belly button.

Going over to his lips, dipping his tongue in his mouth while going over to the pants, slowly opening the button. Letting go of his mouth, "You sure you want to go further? I am ok with waiting." Snape silently nodded, giving Harry the ok signal. Getting the hint, his student slowly unzipped his fly, going down to his legs, taking the pants slowly off and setting them aside on the bed, sliding his hand over to his teacher's legs, stroking them, kissing them, before going over to the bulge. Snape gasped at the shock; never in his life had he experienced someone else touching him. Liking the feeling, he wanted more of this new discovery. Harry got the hint, rubbing more before slowly taking the underwear off. Snape covered his face. The Golden Boy looked over at his member hood for the first time, taking in every inch of this man's naked body. Going over to his face, removing his hand, "Professor, you are beautiful," he kissed him, "you really are; thank you for letting me see you like this." Snape nodded, looking away. Harry slid a hand down to his shaft, giving it a rub and making his teacher gasp with surprise. The boy smiled, rubbing it more, realizing he was touching Snape's penis, making him blush at the thought, feeling how warm it was. Looking down at it. 'Maybe I should take off my clothes as well?'