Notes: This is a continuation of Giving In, and has been written for Trinity and Heather :)

Harry Potter slowly made his way through the dungeon corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was already late, and Snape would probably be fuming. But then, he had a very good reason for his delay...

When he had returned from his "joyful" summer holiday at the Dursley home, the old fool (formerly known as Headmaster Dumbledore) had informed him of an addition to his already full timetable. To the three evenings, or rather nights, of Occlumency, two more sessions of Defence Against the Dark Arts had been added. At first, Harry had even been excited as this meant he was to spend more time with Remus, their old and new DADA professor. Naturally, he had been wrong in thinking so. His mood had turned sour when Dumbledore, had told him just who his instructor would be. Yes, none other than the holier-than-thou-art spy, Severus Snape.

Harry was, well, not amused. Although for another reason than the Headmaster believed. Oh no, it wasn't that Harry still hated the Potions Master. Over his holiday, he had realised that he hadn't hated him since his trip into Snape's past by means of his Pensieve. However, with his hatred gone, another feeling had been able to blossom, one he had not even admitted to himself - until recently.

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It had all begun on the day he had realised that absolutely nothing about him was normal. One week into the holidays, when his self-loathing had abated some, and was nothing more than a constant feeling of emptiness, his thoughts had taken him back to his last meeting, or rather clash, with ferret-boy. Well, the last apart from the one on the train that had left Malfoy and his cronies as slugs. With the distance of a few weeks, Harry had suddenly seen things he hadn't before.

Beneath that icy mask he always wore, Draco - and since when is he Draco to you? - Malfoy had seemed ... glad?! Those expressive silver eyes had been shining and had not been as dead as they usually were. Hang on, expressive silver eyes? And those inviting lips... To his utter mortification, Harry had grown hard. Never ever had this happened when he had thought about Cho. Does this mean I'm... Well, he could live with it, others had before him. But Malfoy? Why had his body decided to desire his nemesis, whom he hated with a passion?

He had brushed the image of the blond Slytherin aside, only to gasp when another memory had raised its greasy Slytherin head. The last time he had seen Snape sitting at the high table, gazing at him with those beautiful onyx eyes. Oh no...

And then it had hit him - he no longer hated the Potions monster; he respected him. Oh yes, he had tried to blame him for Sirius' ... disappearance. But he had also known that Snape had indeed done everything possible to keep his godfather out of harm's way. And in the end, Harry was the only one to blame, screwing his Occlumency classes up and then believing Voldemort's visions...

Moreover, Snape was brave, though he would never admit it. Harry could still remember his third year when the black-haired man had come face to face with his worst nightmare ... again. However, instead of running from Moony, he had put himself in front of his students, shielding them with his body. And then there was Voldemort... Time and time again he went to the Dark Lord, not knowing if he'd come back. No matter what terrible deeds he had committed, in Harry's eyes Snape had earned forgiveness a long time ago.

The more Harry had thought about his teacher, the clearer it had become. He did not only respect the greasy git, but had fallen for him; probably the moment he had witnessed just what his father and Sirius had done to him.

An ache in his groin area had brought him back to reality. His problem had grown in size, and as he had taken himself in hand, he had imagined long, yellowish fingers around his hot flesh...

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Harry had reached the Potions classroom by now, and pushing the heavy oak door open, found the room empty. So Snape was late as well, good... This gave him a little more time to decide how he would phrase his admission. Beginning to pace, he thought of what might happen in only a few minutes' time. Since the start of the new term, Snape hadn't been as nasty to him as he used to be. So maybe that meant that he, too... Wishful thinking, Harry. True, but maybe he was right after all. The stupid grin that had taken hold of his face was replaced by a frown as he heard a moan coming from the adjoining office.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he silently opened the door, and froze. Draco Malfoy was lying across the massive desk, while Severus Snape drove into him. Their eyes were closed in bliss, and the sounds they made went straight to Harry's cock. But his physical needs were of no importance just now. Not when ferret-boy was getting what Harry desired most. Moving backwards, his heel connected with the doorframe. Harry stood as if petrified.

Suddenly, obsidian eyes locked with startled green, shock visible in their endless depth. And Harry turned and ran. He didn't care where he went, as long as it was far away from the dungeons and Snape...