DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Harry Potter, I do own this story and that's all, no money is being made from this, it's just for my pleasure and every "Potter Porn" fan out there. We're a growing group

He hadn't meant to do it. It had just happened.

Potter had been staring into space, again, and had absentmindedly added the wrong ingredient into his potion. Honestly what did the boy expect to happen when Hagsbreath was added to a potion on full flame? Faeries to escort him to an exotic land? It was a miracle Potter hadn't been severly injured. As it was, he had a few small splashes of the sickly sweet potion on his skin.

Snape had acted instictively, casting a charm to contain the potion and quickly dispelling the fumes. Potter was left standing beside his pathetic potion with a confused look on his face. Snape had caught his eye and with a little effort, tumbled into Potter's mind.

He caught a glimpse of Potter's embarassment at the attention and a flare of guilt which was quickly surpressed. Lingering traces of lust remained in his mind. Snape smirked and followed the trail.

A memory came into view and Snape pounced on it. He was engulfed in the memory, well, fantasy as it turned out to be. Heated kisses, hands everywhere, soft cries and moans, tongues clashing, erections touching, hands being splayed over asses, cocks leaking, rubbing one another. A sigh and then a moan of a name. The sudden grip of an orgasm…

Snape gasped and returned to his own mind, snapped out "Detention Potter. My office, straight after dinner." Then he hurried behind his desk lest any student see his current predicament.

Now, sitting behind his desk drinking a fruity alcoholic drink, Snape contemplated what he had seen in Potter's mind.

It wasn't the fact that Potter was gay that had shocked him. Merlin knows that the boy had been staring at every male that passed him along with his so-called girlfriend Cho Chang.

No, it was who Potter was fantasising about. It wouldn't have mattered if it was some random muggle boy, or even a boy at Hogwarts who was insignificant. But for Potter to be fantasising about this man, well, that was another story alogether.

Snape couldn't understand it. How could Potter be attracted to… He couldn't even think the name. Him that's what he would call the boy. They were supposed to hate one another. Maybe Potter was just entertaining the idea. Perhaps it didn't mean anything.

The door to Snape's office opened and Potter stepped inside. The boy had his head down and his hair covered his famous scar. Looking like that, he was the spitting image of his father. Snape's lip curled as he remembered times best forgotten. At that time, Potter's head came up and he saw Snape sneering at him.

"Get inside boy, we don't have all night. Some of us want to get some sleep tonight. You already know what you have to do. Clean-up the mess you made earlier. Use no magic and get it done quickly. Make it quiet, I have marking to do." Snape turned to the stack of sixth year assignments in front of him and started to mark them.

Half an hour passed without incident until Potter dropped the cauldron he was working on. Snape looked up and saw Pooter's face which was bright red with embarassment, but his eyes… oh, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Potter!" Snape snarled out and the boy's shoulders dropped. There really was something wrong with him today. "What is the meaning of this? I asked for peace and quiet did I not? And yet, here you are, making a racket. You're just like your father, you know that? Always doing just what you want to do, never any consideration for others." Snape was ranting now, so caught up in his childhood memories that he almost missed Potter's mumbled phrase.

"What was that Potter? I didn't quite catch it."

"I said, I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to cause a racket or create such a big mess. I promise I will clean it up as soon as I stop talking to you, sir. It's just…" Potter trailed off and his cheeks grew a brighter pink then they were.

"It's just what Potter? You brought it up, so you might as well tell me. Perhaps it would explain the tears in your eyes, would it not?" Snape was in a really snarky mood tonight.

"I… It's…" Potter's head hung low and then he said too fast for Snape to make out the individual words, "IaminlovewithDracoMalfoysir."

"Pardon, Potter? You are going to have to speak slower than that if you want me to understand you. "

"I-am-in-love-with-Draco-Malfoy-sir." Potter repeated, intentionally going as slow as possible to piss Snape off.

"You… You… You're WHAT?" Snape spluttered, his mind reeling from the information.

"I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." Potter said and started to cry.